#yandere candy witch

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Yandere Candy Witch Headcanons

Picture Not Mine

Enjoy my cute little unhinged nonbinary witch named Sucre. They'd love a sweet thing like you oh so much!

It's been hard adjusting to the city, but you've got a new job and a halfway decent apartment so that's a win.

You wish people would be kinder to you as the small town you grew up in was very friendly and tight knit. Here you've been given the cold shoulder.

The city you live in is always covered with gray clouds. You were walking home from work which meant today of all days it started pouring down rain.

You ran into the nearest open door to wait out the rain and look around to see a beautiful and colorful place with bubble gum pink walls and vibrant displays of confections that made you drool.

A bubbly person with pink hair that went down to their shoulders greets you happily finding you a blanket and sit you in their back room.

They introduce themselves as Sucre with the lovely light French accent and offer you a lemon drop on the house.

When you suck on it you find it's an incredible balance of sweet and tart, a warm feeling washes over you and you find that you and your clothes are completely dry.

You and Sucre talk for hours while laughing and enjoying each other's company, when it stops raining you leave with a pep in your step.

Sucre smiled as they thought about you, you were a delight to be around. Very polite and sweet unlike the sour residents of this town. They were delighted to be able to share a sweet from their special batch, ingredients were hard to find but perhaps it was worth the smile you gave.

You continue to visit Sucre in their little candy shop which was busier when there was no rain. You saw a older woman yelling at the shaking salesman and ran to defend them. It was sweet of you to think they were shaking in fear, but they were positively gleeful about the prospect of turning the sour being into something sweeter.

They feel their heartbeat faster at the thought of you being their sweetheart as the throw an arm into the boiling cauldron of molten sugar. There was a whole lot of heart and soul in each of Sucre's fine cadies and moving to a city meant more sour creatures the world could do without.

Giggling happily the look at the bright pink candy that matched their hair, toffee-colored eyes glistening at the thought of you eating the very woman you protected them from. Their very own knight in shining armor.

Weeks go by and you have been going to the store less as you made your own group of friends and even got a promotion. Life was looking up as you skipped in your candy coat dream world. You share your thoughts and joy with Sucre only for them to look like they ate something sour.

They grinned and congratulated you, but you saw the smile didn't go to their eyes. You place a comforting hand on the cute witch in front of you and smiled gently affirming that you loved them just as much as your friends.

That's not good enough

Don't be surprised when the only one you have left to turn to is the handsome little witch and their magic sweets.

Indulge in their love and forget all your trouble as you sink into their sanguine world of bloody obsession.

I love sweet things like you~

[heartfullofleeches]

Kreme Filled

Yan Candy Person + G.N Candy Witch Reader

Summary: Blurb in which Witch Reader teaches a friend a bit about their anatomy and said friend teaches them about theirs. Said friend almost happens to be made of fried douth

(Tags: Light/Candy body horror, slightly suggestive, fingering but not in the way that you think, no use of y/n - reader is referred to as Sweets)

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"Whoa!- I didn't know you had a hole here too. I learn something new about you everyday, Sweets!-"

Living with folks made out of pastries and sweets for so long, it's surprising how easy it was to forget their various attributes and lack there of every now and then. Showered by so much love and acceptance in the community, it almost came as a shock the first few time to remember those caring hearts were made of sugar and syrup instead of the same blood and tissue as your own. Often times you recalled only these features by the spillage of their syrupy fluids, but frequent instances across that further separated your human skin from their sweet, doughy flesh.

Kreme was one of the sweetest souls you've met by far both in personality and taste. A local pastry with a hair that reminded you of freshly made donuts and coincidentally made of the same dough. Piped with passion for design and clinging to your side, Kreme visited your bakery daily for different pigments of frosting to decorate their clothing and self with whenever creativity struck which was hourly for them. On the plus side you had a few bracelets and rings too delicate for you to wear, but made them happy when displayed around your kitchen and home.

While piping the frosting need for a new batch of sprinkles on a tray, Kreme had grown bored by lax amount of attention on them and so they decided to pull a little prank to lighten the mood. They slathered their hands in powered sugar, snuck up behind you as concentration lowered your guard, raised your shirt under the guise of a friendly hug, and brought their powder covered hand down on your sides. Rubbing the powder into your skin, Kreme noticed something as their palms ran over your stomach. A hole almost like the one in their torso only much smaller and refused to open no matter how their fingers pried. They tried again, but stopped upon hearing you cry out in discomfort.

"Ow! Kreme, that hurts - cut it out."

Kreme immediately drops their hands, staring at you like a deer in headlights as you face them. "Oh! I'm really sorry, Sweets - it's just that your hole is so tiny I was trying to make it bigger for you." The fiend slaps their hands over their mouth. "I'm sorry - are they supposed to be that small for your kind? Please don't tell me I seriously hurt you."

You gently pull their hands from their face, wiping yours of its confusion in attempts to soothe their rising fears. "I'm okay, Kreme, really. But, what do you mean by... hole?"

Kreme lifts your shirt and points at your stomach. "This one! Never seen anything like it before."

You follow their finger, gears clicking as you look just above your waist. "Oh.... ohhhh that hole. Well, when people like me are... created, we're attached by a cord to our makes that gives us nutrients till we come out and that "hole" is where we were attached at."

Kreme touches your skin, eyes growing wider with every word. "That's so cool! I love learning more about you, Sweets. Human stuff was so boring when the others told me about them, but when it's about you I wanna listen all day... Wanna see mine?"

"Your what?"

Kreme laughs. "My hole, silly. It goes all the way through and I can put so many things in it. Frosting, jam, sprinkles. I love sprinkles - especially the ones you make me. Anyway, wanna see it?"

"Um...."

Not waiting for a reply, Kreme rolls up their tee and proudly presents the centimeters wide hole in the center of their chest. Crouching on your knees, you could see straight through it, and in at the softer wall of dough that made up their inners. By guessing, you estimated you could fit around three fingers in the hole with no problem. You try to shake the thought, but it keeps crawling back to mind.

"It really is a hole..." You reach out to examine the crater - having enough restrain to before your hand meets their skin.

"Yea!.. Stick your fingers in it."

You stumble on your feet and words - caught off guard by their sudden shift in tone. "What?"

Kreme smiles, directing one of your hands towards the entrace of their hole. "I want you - to put your fingers inside me. I can tell that you're thinking about it~"

Urged by their guiding hand and pleading eyes, you extend your index finger and slowly begin to insert it into their hole. The texture is akin to mashed cake as you imagined, but it's slightly more moist than pictured. Tearing an earlier theory you add another finger and push them both deeper, the walls of pastry around them contracting as Kreme whimpers - squirming, and even whining out as you pull back.

"Am I hurting you?"

Kreme shakes their head, grip alarming firm for someone of their kind. "No... no, no - it's just that whenever anyone else tries to touch my hole it's always a bit uncomfortable, but if it's Sweets.... If it's you, I'm okay with anything. Please keep going."

You didn't want to hurt them, but your curiosity had been peaked.

"Lemme know if any part of this bothers you and we'll stop, okay?"

Kreme nods as if they understand, but is too transfixed on your fingers as you add yet another and shove them all inside of them to utter more than desperate cries. Cold air kisses your fingertips as they fall out the back entry of their hole before being sucked back in. There's a little wiggling room, but not enough where you can't attempt to put in another digit. Kreme, noting your hesitant and dying to feel more of you looking around.

"Oh, oh - check out this fun trick I can do." Reaching over to the table, Kreme nabs the - tilting their head back as they swallow the frosting. Your fingers rooted in the tightness of their midsection run slick with cream as it slides down their throat, pouring out over your hand and onto the floor - spilling onto your apron and legs. Working as a lubricant, you successfully fit all fingers of your dominant hand in side of the pastry and out through the other side as their legs buckle, nearly giving out as they hover over you. You stand to help them upright and due to the building ache in your legs from your position. Kreme throws their arms over your shoulder, pushing with every pull and shaking as your hand stretches their hole wider. It'd close back to normal later on, but for now they revelled at the thought of having a permanent marker of your affliction on them. Tearing them up from the inside and leaving them starving for your attention whenever you close your doors for the evening. It too much. If only they could have one thing to be left with until the next day. One little thing to keep them going until the sun rose tomorrow.

"Sweets... Ah... deeper... I wanna feel you... always..."

As with all good things, their pleasure comes to an end to soon. You slide your hand out of their torso, allowing them to fall slack in your arms as they collect themselves. You subconsciously lick at the frosting coating your hand still in autopilot from closing shifts at your bakery, which in turn adds to their lightheadedness. You play coy to the kiss they sneak to your cheek as they stand on their own, gazing bashfully at the floor.

"Sweets?...."

"Yeah?.."

"I sorta lied when I said I never paid attention to things about humans... I know about various parts of their bodies and some of the urges... your kind gets... We really aren't so different if we really think about it."

You pause mid wipping your hands on your apron. "What are you getting at?"

"I'm saying the next time we do this I want your cream inside me instead. I don't want anything else than to feel you inside me - forever. It's the only thing that can make me truly happy. I never want to leave you so please don't leave me.

Kreme kisses your cheek again as they grab at the strings of your apron. "Just give it some thought. For now, I'll be taking this since I got it all dirty. Love you bunches, Sweets - bye!"

Loosening the tight knot, Kreme tears off your apron and waves it as their flag of triumph as they flee out the back door of the kitchen - leaving you alone to clean everything up.

[yandere-fetish]

2024 Monstober Masterlist

Oct. 1 - Haunted House “Yandere’s House of Horrors”

Oct. 2 - Under the Sea “Treacherous Waters”

Oct. 3 - Dinner and A Show “A Bloody Good Show”

Oct. 4 - Ancient Tomb “To Worship or To Be Worshiped”

Oct. 5 - Spider’s Web

Oct. 6 - Candy

Oct. 7 - Costume Shopping

Oct. 8 - Old book

Oct. 9 - Witch’s Brew

Oct. 10 - Spooky ball

Oct. 11 - Transmigration

Oct. 12 - Skeleton

Oct. 13 - Unlucky 13

Oct. 14 - Black Cat

Oct. 15 - Flames

Oct. 16 - Tentacles

Oct. 17 - Full Moon

Oct. 18 - Bloody fangs

Oct. 19 - Scythe

Oct. 20 - Pumpkins

Oct. 21- Corn maze

Oct. 22 - Hex

Oct. 23 - Ouija Board

Oct. 24 - Slasher

Oct. 25 - Zombies

Oct. 26 - Crystal Ball

Oct. 27 - Animatronics

Oct. 28 - Black Candle

Oct. 29 - Scarecrow

Oct. 30 - Mixing Potions

Oct. 31 - Sacrifice

[a-small-safe-place]

New Addition

Platonic!Yandere Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham w/ Child!Reader

You knocked on the door of the large house Hannibal had picked out for him and Will to live in. It was out of the way from the town, so it was odd to receive a knock. Luckily, it was Will that answered rather than Hannibal. The other kids in town said the men who lived in this house liked to kidnap badly behaving girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel. But this man didn’t seem scary. He seemed nice as he scolded their dogs for running out of the house.

“Hello, mister, I’m selling chocolate-covered pretzel sticks for my school and wanted to see if you would like to buy one?” You asked, trying to sound confident but sounding shaky instead. He didn’t seem to mind; he seemed happy you were there. “I happen to love chocolate-covered pretzels, but my husband thinks they are too simple to be a good treat. Let’s see what flavors you have.” He begins looking through the flavors you brought when his husband, Hannibal, silently walks up behind the other man. “Who is this?” He asks Will.

“Oh, this is… uh…” You stop him and introduce yourself and again explain why you are there. “This is quite a ways away from the town; surely you did not walk all the way here.” Hannibal questions. “No, sir, I rode my bike. I knew there were a few houses out this way, and I was determined to visit.”

Your determination pleases Hannibal but slightly concerns him. You’re an innocent child. You can’t be out riding your bike on these secluded roads. Will quits digging in the pretzel box, “I have to go get dog food anyway; I could bring you back to town. We will take the whole box of your pretzels since you came all this way out here.” Hannibal seems mildly annoyed by this. You remember that Will said Hannibal thinks they are too simple. Will leaves you alone with Hannibal to grab some cash. “Would you like to step inside? You’ll get sick out there.” Hannibal asks. You gratefully step in. “Your home is pretty.” You observe, earning a soft approving smile from Hannibal.

“Thank you, not many people your age appreciate style. Though you don’t seem like many people your age.” After he finishes talking, you try to stay quiet, and finally, Will returns, giving you the money for your entire box of pretzels. “Now I’m heading into town; would you like a ride?” Will offers. “Yes, please.” You tell him.

The ride back is quiet until he begins to talk. “Most kids avoid our house for their fundraisers. Do you know why?” You glance nervously, “I think it’s just too far.” It’s an obvious lie. “You don’t have to worry about being polite. I know there’s probably a crazy rumor about Hannibal and me.” You stay silent, but the silence is too loud to handle, “All the kids think you and Dr. Lecter like to kidnap and girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel.”

“Well, maybe that’s why I needed all those sweet pretzels, so Dr. Lecter and I could finish building our cottage made of candy.” He seems a little sad at the revelation of this rumor. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said anything.” He smiles and says, “Don’t worry about it. You could make it up to me by telling me how this rumor got started.”

“One of the boys that graduated high school last year told his little brother that he broke into your home on a dare and found human meat in the freezer, but he couldn’t go to the police because he was trespassing and he was high.” You finish explaining. Will smiles a bit, but it has a nervous edge this time, “Do you think we eat bad girls and boys?” You think about it, “no, because you had a bunch of times where you could have killed and eaten me.”

“Are you a bad kid?” Will asks teasingly. “I don’t know. I get in trouble sometimes. My house is in town away, in a trailer park.” Will knew which trailer park. It was “the bad part of town” he knew because he saw the crime statistics for that area and the number of times the cops are called out there. He had seen them the few times he and Hannibal helped with the local law. Hannibal had gotten close with the town’s political figures, and Will had basically been made into an honorary detective with the law enforcement. This town was corrupt to its core, but it was away from the prying eyes of the FBI, and it’s the only place Hannibal and Will could agree on geographically. Will’s only stipulation was that there were good places to fish.

Eventually, you make it to the trailer. Will waits until you make it inside. He cannot help but think about Abigail. He could have had a potential family with Hannibal if things had gone correctly. He was happy with Hannibal and the dogs, but something about you made him want more.

Weeks pass, and he does not bring the topic up to Hannibal. Little did he know Hannibal had been keeping an extra close eye on you. He did it under the guise of getting more pretzels for Will and then special ordering one of the unique flavors that you did not have so he could come back around to "check on the order." Will finds this all out when you see him in the store and give him the order Hannibal had placed.

"That kid from the other day gave me the order you placed," Will says placing the box on the table. "I thought you hated junk food."

"I do; they were a surprise for you. You seem to have taken a liking to the child." Hannibal observes. "They're a good kid. They kind of remind me of Abigail." The room becomes silent for a second too long. Hannibal hates it when Will brings up Abigail. "You seem to like the kid too. You went out of your way to find them to order the pretzels when there were plenty of easier options to order from." Hannibal knows he has been caught.

"They're a well-behaved child, very polite. Like Abigail." Hannibal says somewhat pointedly. "Have you thought about us expanding our family? Not with another dog, but with a human?" Hannibal asks before Will has time to respond to the first statement.

"I hadn't, and then that kid came knocking at the door, and since then, it is all I can think about. But I don't want any kid. Our kid from the trailer park seems to be the best fit; it has to be them." Will explains, hoping that Hannibal will understand.

"Then so be it; they will be our child for us to protect," Hannibal says as if this is a normal conversation.

As the two men begin to work on a plan to add you to their family, their fatherly love for you grows more into fatherly obsession. You're their kid; no one gets to hurt you. Once you're safe and comfortable in their home, no one but them will get to be around you until they know you love them just as much. Hannibal wastes no time putting your room together with all of your favorite things. They were going to make your room the same way it is in the trailer until Hannibal saw the state of your room and became disgusted by the idea of that kind of room being in his expensive house.

Will tries to make a plan to make your transition to their house easier. He finds all kinds of games and activities you are sure to love, even the ones that Hannibal is convinced are bad for your growing brain.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Yandere Silver Headcanons

adhlbfypfqeyvf If you want to know why this is coming out of nowhere... I've been cooking (talking) with friends about this concept for over a month and now I'm going to dump it all onto you 🤡 This interpretation of Yan!Silver is in part based on Elbert Greetia from Ikevil 💀 so uh… be warned…

Regular Silver, staring at this monstrosity: 😨 TRIGGER WARNINGS: (slow burn) yandere themes, (unintended) emotional manipulation, gaslighting, spying/stalking, unhealthy possessiveness and obsession, mentions of blood, (Silver’s) delusions, minor character death

***PLEASE NOTE: writing yandere content is NOT the same as supporting or approving of these behaviors irl. This is also NOT what I believe Silver is canonically like; this is only meant to be a creative reimagining/"what if" scenario.***

Curiouser and Curiouser...

It all starts off like a fairy tale come true. But like Hansel and Gretel stumbling upon the witch’s candy house or a frog set into a simmering pot, the heat—the horror—isn’t fully cranked up in the very beginning. A dream doesn’t start like a nightmare, the nightmare comes later. And you, like the fool you are, were lured in by the promise of sweets and a prince.

The boy you've been crushing on for the last several weeks shyly approaches you and confesses. Handsome, earnest Silver takes your hands in his and gives you that lopsided smile you've been admiring from a distance. He swears himself to you as your loyal partner, vowing to protect you from the things that slither in the dark and prey on the unsuspecting. To keep you from hurt and sadness forever and ever.

You're giddy—positively over the moon and the stars—to finally (and proudly!) call yourself his. Every time you look at him, you swear it feels like a thousand butterflies are fluttering in your chest, or like you’re losing yourself in the aurora of his eyes.

You tell him his eyes are mystifying and unique, that they’re something you could stare at forever. He doesn’t seem to get it at first, but is pleased nevertheless and thanks you for the compliment.

It’s not until a few weeks later that the ramifications come. One day, out of the blue, Silver gifts you with a piece of jewelry (a ring, a necklace, an earring, etc; whatever your preference is!). Embedded in it is a clear gemstone that refracts the light in pastel pink, baby blue, and pale purple… exactly like his eyes.

He helps you secure it on for the first time and oh, how gentle his touch is as his fingers brush against your skin. Silver gives that small smile that melts your heart. “There. This way, you’ll always have ‘me’ watching over you,” he says, lightly tapping the aurora-colored jewel, “even if I am not right at your side.”

Sometimes you feel Silver’s own gaze lingering on you too. You know him to be an airhead or half asleep most of the time, so the thought never occurs to you that this spacey behavior is odd. But once or twice, when you’re stealing glances back at him, you notice a seriousness set in his eyes, a darkness creeping into the light. The same deadset look that scares off children and makes others mistake him for someone far more aggressive than he actually is, you think.

He lingers close when you walk to and class together, his protective instincts sending him into action to catch you if you so much as stumble, and remove errant leaves and petals that tumble onto your hair. “I have you,” he reassures you, oblivious to the electricity in his touch and how it makes you leap. “Don’t worry.”

Silver acts as though you’re as delicate as glass and as pure as freshly fallen snow. It’s not uncommon for him to praise your positive traits (while totally overlooking your flaws) or talk about how good of a person you are—and that also drives him to keep you that way. Untouched, untroubled. He’s so quick to steer you away from stressful situations or charging in to settle an issue himself, typically by talking down the aggressors. That’s thoughtful of him… right?

He has the habit of falling asleep on you when he gets to be comfortable. You usually don’t mind it, but sometimes he gets a little too clingy in his sleep. It’s hard to pry him off when he looks so peaceful and mutters your name under his breath while he has your body in a death grip.

Silver takes you on quiet nature strolls. You often drift off the beaten path and wander deep into the woods behind NRC, far, far away from the other students and staff. The sun sinks and sinister sounds come from the dark—you get nervous and leap into his arms, asking Silver if you should turn back now. He agrees every time, walking you back and wishing you sweet dreams. By the time you collapse into your bed from exhaustion, you don’t realize he has stolen you away for the entire day for himself.

It’s strange. You start to get the sense that you’re seeing Silver in your dreams just as much as you see him in the waking world. Rarely do you fully recall the details of your dreams, but there’s always that vague feeling of catching a flash of silver hair or feeling the heat of his eyes uncomfortably pressing into you when you wake up.

You tell him about this and joke that maybe he’s using his UM to haunt your dreams. “It’s impossible. You’re not Rook-senpai,” you laugh. He chuckles at the idea. But oh, how weird. Somehow the conversation tends to steer toward whatever you happened to recall of last night’s dreams. If Rook appeared in your dream, Silver coincidentally slips him into the discussion. Lightly probing questions like, “What is your opinion of Rook-senpai?” and, “Are you comfortable around him?”

Silver tells you about the stories his father has shared with him from his travels. Many are folklore from different regions in Twisted Wonderland, but more recently he has been fixated on fairy tales from the Shaftlands. “A couple finds true love and live happily ever after, nothing able to tear them apart…” he says dreamily. “It sounds just like us.”

Silver appears stoic on the outside, but you know that’s not the case. A few months into the relationship, you become acutely aware of his insecurities and his low self-worth. Not strong enough, not long-lived enough, not alert enough, not… enough. He will never be able to repay his debt to his father, Silver has confided in you many times.

“It’s okay. You’re here now, and you’re doing your best to keep the people you love safe.” You do your best to soothe him in those moments of weakness, for which he is thankful for. With shining eyes, auroras in the dark, he whispers, “You’re so kind to me.” Raptly, as if beholding a higher being. “What did I do to deserve someone like you…?” And there it is again, that seriousness, the light fleeing from him, as he vows to repay your kindness.

You’re acquainted with Silver’s animal companions and get along with them. Now you’re noticing them everywhere, not just around Silver. In fact, you see them without Silver. Birds in the trees, a rabbit hopping alongside you, the stag poking its head out from the bushes.

Then those animals reappear when you meet up with Silver later, looking all innocent, while Silver asks you about your day. If there’s a slight discrepancy (due to poor memory) or a detail you overlooked, he’ll gently correct you or clarify. “Blueberry muffin? As I recall, you had a cranberry muffin for a midmorning snack.”/“Ah, you forgot to mention you asked Ace if you could borrow a pencil for the exam.” You blink, surprised. How did he come upon all that information? How can he recite your day better than you can? It doesn’t hit you until much later that his animal friends have been serving as his eyes and ears.

He sincerely apologizes to you when you confront him about it. “Please tell them I don’t appreciate them snooping!” you cry out. Silver promises he’ll ask them to curb their curiosity—and while it’s true that you no longer see the animals following you, you can still feel their beady gazes around every bend and corner. Paranoia claws at your scalp, and you try to calm your doubts with one thought: No way would Silver be encouraging this. I must be imagining things.

You try to get your mind off of your worries by hanging out with your classmates. Sebek, ever boisterous and over-the-top, uplifts your mood. Pretty soon, you’re chatting away with him at the lunch table (even if he loudly refers to you as a HUMAN), paying no mind to the shadow that has fallen over it until a deadly quiet voice speaks up.

“Sebek.” It is so cold, so hollow, it startles both you and Sebek when you realize the speaker is Silver. “I don’t like it when you talk with them like that.” Sebek makes to say sorry to his fellow knight—or is it to challenge him? You never find out, for Silver has grabbed you by the wrist and is yanking you away from him.

He doesn’t let go until you’re in a secluded area of the courtyard. There’s a red mark left behind, and it causes tears to well up in him. Silver collapse like a house of cards. He’s extremely apologetic—he has hurt you, hasn’t he? He failed to protect you. How terrible. He shouldn’t have done that, shouldn’t have been so petty and jealous.

It breaks your heart to see Silver a mess, blaming himself so profusely for what happened. You do whatever you can to calm him, and eventually the conversation somehow turns to you accepting some fault. It’s not, though, the little nagging voice in your head protests. You silence it, prioritizing the emotionally vulnerable Silver. “I’m sorry, I should have considered your feelings and avoided giving Sebek the wrong message. I’ll avoid getting all buddy-buddy with him in the future, okay?”

And it happens again, again, again. One by one, your friends are cut off from you in a similar manner. It’s always something they do or say that concerns your boyfriend, something that impedes or disrupts that pristine, picturesque fairy tale he has laid out in his head.

Silver’s presence in your life becomes increasingly invasive, like unwanted briars creeping into a garden, thorns cutting off your access to air. He’s soon consuming every second of your day, whether physically beside you or planted in your worried thoughts like a demon disguised as a guardian angel. You can’t do anything anymore without feeling anxious and watched.

He starts to talk about… strange things. Tall towers, glass coffins, the bars of a bird cage. All manner of motifs pulled from fairy tales, items and places meant to keep a character shackled and stowed away from the world. “I feel bad for the person locked up in them,” you’d tell him. “Sometimes,” Silver murmurs mysteriously, “people will take drastic measures to protect the ones they love.” You cannot explain why, but those exchanges leave you feeling immensely uneasy.

You timidly share your experiences with people you think are safe. Silver’s dorm members, his friends, his family. The people who know him best, who can maybe talk some sense into him. To your dismay, your concerns fall upon deaf ears. You earn many blank looks and dismissive comments, all citing Silver’s good nature. (“He loves you very much. This is his way of demonstrating that, he’s just sort of clumsy with it. Give him another chance.”/“That doesn’t sound like him. Are you sure you’re remembering it correctly?”/“You’re overreacting.”)

It beats down your spirit, starts to make you question your own judgment. You second-guess your words and actions. Is your perception of reality right when everyone else is telling you that you’re wrong, that Silver could never harm a fly.

Then comes the guilt like a wave crashing into you as you think about all the good times you’ve had together. Rose-colored days under a balmy blue sky. Your thoughts are like a brewing storm, and every evening when you tuck into bed, dread, unease, and uncertainty follow you.

You’re waking from the lovely dream that was a whirlwind romance, seeing Silver for the imperfect and obsessive person that he is. Unfortunately, you don’t have the heart to bring up the tough subject with him. He looks so darn happy with you, continues to dote on you and act the part of a valiant knight. Your mouth will open, then close again before any words can come out. It hurts, it hurts, and it is eating you up from the inside out.

You bottle it up for Seven knows how long, but it comes torrenting out one night. Silver is walking you home as per usual when you blurt out the suggestion of taking a break from each other. He stills, hurt crumpling his face. And then he has you by the shoulders, softly demanding to know what is wrong, has someone made you feel unwell? You, it’s you, you’re suffocating me, you want to say, but you cannot.

Silver presses and you resist, the two of you taking up the middle of main street with your desperate quarrel. He’s becoming increasingly frantic and desperate, his eyes dark and obsessive. It’s then that a passing mob student angrily speaks up, giving you a rough shove. You meet the hard ground, pain shooting through you. “Move already!” he gruffly stomps by—but he’s caught by Silver, his expression like clouds that have drowned out the moon. “You put your hands on them just now,” he says evenly. “Please apologize.”

“Like hell I will! They shouldn’t have been in my way,” the mob student grumbles. He attempts to leave but to no avail. There’s Silver walling off his escape route, an icy fury overtaking him.

You can’t bring yourself to watch what happens next. Wrenching your face away, you do your best to block out the horrible noises that come. The crunching of bones, the dull thud of flesh against something solid, agonized screaming. And then it’s silent.

You slowly gather the courage to dare a look at the scene. The world tilts, and bile rises in your throat. Silver calmly stands over a fallen figure. The street—and him—are painted in red. The mob student isn’t moving. Not anymore.

He smiles. The small, awkward one that once made your head buzz and cheeks flame. It only yields a gaping hole in your heart now. Silver strolls toward you, caked in blood but acting as though he isn’t.

You’re too paralyzed with fear to attempt backing away or rejecting his advances when Silver tenderly embraces you. You tremble violently, hiccups and tears spilling out.

A hand strokes your hair, his voice a lullaby to soothe you. “Shhh, shhh, shhh, it’s okay. You’re safe. I took care of the big, scary monster. You don’t need to look at it—it’s not fit for your eyes.”

Silver holds you and allows you to sob until you’ve tired yourself out and into a dream. He will carry you home, setting you down on your mattress like laying a corpse in its glass coffin and taking in the sight of you from the foot of the bed.

Not realizing that he, the knight, is the monster that keeps his beloved in a gilded cage. His arms and body, the bars that lock you in. Irony is a cruel mistress, and twisted is the love that it propagates.

[chronic-escapixt]

KAI PARKER MASTERLIST (NSFW):

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, CNC, dubcon, non-con, yandere, murder, abuse, trauma, stalking, dacraphilia, smut, rough sex, degradation, spanking, age gap, size kink, unhealthy dom/sub relationship, punishment, bondage, knife kink, blood, choking, kidnapping, breeding, unprotected sex, overstimulation (specific warnings will be listed on each post) Minors DNI

summary - His anger only festers over the decades, all plans of revenge seemingly hopeless until she arrives. Rose Bennett made a choice to save her sister, ending up in the 1994 prison world where she’s unknowingly at the mercy of Malachai Parker. He woos her with his charm, determined to use her power for his freedom and her body for his darker desires...

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s). I suggest you read the details post because it includes the background of our main characters and important lore specific to the fic.

Table of contents:

Details

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

status: WIP/under construction

Dark Kai Parker x POC reader imagines & drabbles, and one-shots:

Mine Forever . Bonus part - heretic!Kai x vampire!reader - Kai forces an unwilling reader to turn so he'll never have to lose her

A Deal with the Devil . Part 2 - witch!Kai x Bennett!reader - dubcon, cnc kidnapping

Human Sacrifice . Part 2 - prisonworld!Kai x reader - NONCON, kidnapping, etc.

Crush - 1994!Kai x reader

Longing - post-merge!Kai x reader - Kai's POV, yandere, stalking, drugging

Sweet like Candy - witch!Kai x innocent!reader - foodplay

Taglist (comment or reblog if you want to be included in the taglist & notified of future smut posts)

[queensharotto]

Brittle Doughie’s Cookie Run x Reader Masterlist (Part 6: Early 2024)

A masterlist of @brittle-doughie’s Cookie Run stories organized by month.

Genre Emojis

😞 is for angst, 🎃 is for Halloween, 🎄 is for Christmas, 🍪 is for Cannibalism, 💗 is for Yandere, 💝 is for Valentine’s, 👻 is for Horror, 🎂 is for Birthday, 💚 is for Yandere!White Lily Cookie

The Indents are related to the featured cookies. If there are numerous cookies (Over 10 Cookies Featured), I’ll make a note on that as well. Additionally, I’ll categorize various cookies if they’re associated with a specific hobby, location, food etc.

Also, the ⭐️ will indicate a story featuring one of Brittle’s OCs while ✨ will indicate someone’s interpretation of Y/N Cookie.

Additionally, many people proved art to showcase to Brittle, which will be indicated by this: 🖌️. I will also mention who provided the art.

January 2024 ❄️

• “League of Evil Cookies”

Featuring: Croissant Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Lilac Cookie, Kumiho Cookie, White Lily Cookie, Scorpion Cookie, Black Pearl Cookie/White Pearl Cookie and the Gem Mermaid Family

• “Play with Me?”

Featuring: Longan Dragon

• “Forced Connections” ⭐️🖌️

Featuring: Crowned Cupcake Cookie (debut), Y/N Cookie’s Family, Financier Cookie, Kouign-Amann Cookie, Almond Cookie and Cherry Blossom Cookie

Art by runebrave

• “Protective Siblings” ⭐️

Featuring: Tartar Cookie and Nutmeg Cookie

• “Final Days”

Featuring: The Five Beasts and Pure Vanilla Cookie

• “My Cherished Star” 💗

Featuring: Astronaut Cookie

• “Possession of the Abyssal Pearl” 💗

Featuring: Black Pearl Cookie

• “Slumber”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Friends, Pure Vanilla Cookie and the Faerie Kingdom Cookies

• “Y/N Cookie’s Soulstone”

Description of Y/N Cookie’s Soulstone

• “Slumbering Flower Awakens” 💚

Featuring: White Lily Cookie

• “Imprisoned”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Favorite Gifts”

Featuring: Eternal Sugar Cookie

• “Memories of Sorrow”

Featuring: Primordial Y/N Cookie/Benign Butter Cookie

• “Lots of Questions”

Featuring: Librarian Faerie Cookie

• “Kingdom Interactions”

Featuring: Crimson Coral Cookie, Hollyberry Cookie, Linzer Cookie, Chili Pepper Cookie, Oyster Cookie

• “MASH” 👻

Featuring: The titular entity known as “MASH”

• “Pink Swan”

Featuring: Sugar Swan Cookie

• “Sandwiches”

Featuring: Croissant Cookie, Sandwich Cookie, Timekeeper Cookie, Coffee Candy Cookie and Baguette Cookie

February 2024 💝

• “Trying to Enjoy a Sauna”

Featuring: Orange Cookie, Lemon Cookie, Cotton Candy Cookie, Cappuccino Cookie and Muscle Cookie

• “Reason to Stay” 🖌️

Featuring: Elder Faerie Cookie

Subsequent art by sei-cookie

• “Envious Ex”

Featuring: Shadow Milk Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie

• “Feeling Romantical”

Featuring: Pure Vanilla Cookie, Shadow Milk Cookie and the other beasts

• “Storm Warning” 💗

Featuring: Black Pearl Cookie, Seaweed Cookie, White Pearl Cookie and the Gem Mermaid Family

• “An Obessive Cupcake” ⭐️

Featuring: Crowned Cupcake Cookie

• “Shadow + Butter = Envious Beasts” 🖌️

Featuring: The Five Beasts

Art by ax0lotly

• “Challenge Accepted”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Friends, Black Raisin Cookie and the Inhabitants of the Golden City

• “Noble Angel vs. The Lying Jester” 🖌️

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Friends, Pure Vanilla Cookie, White Lily Cookie, Shadow Milk Cookie

Art by @/ax0lotly

• “Snow Filled Fun” 🖌️

Featuring: The Cookies of the Dark Cacao Kingdom

Subsequent Art by @/sei-cookie, colored ver by me

• “Shadow Milk Melody” ✨🖌️

Featuring: Shadow Milk Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie

Art by hugemilkshake

• “A Witch’s Castle”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Friends

• “Meet Sweet Biscuit Cookie” ✨🖌️

Featuring: The Ancient Cookies and Strawberry Crepe Cookie

Art by @/sei-cookie, colored ver by me

• “The Golden Goddess’s Greatest Treasure”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Faerie Friends”

Featuring: The Inhabitants of the Faerie Kingdom and Shadow Milk Cookie

• “Beating Your Dough in the QRTs”

Featuring: Captain Ice Cookie, Shining Glitter Cookie, Coffee Candy Cookie, Black Garlic Cookie, Almond Cookie and String Gummy Cookie

• “Kingdom in Mourning”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “A Cringe Day for Chocolates” 💝

Featuring: Shadow Milk Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie, White Lily Cookie, and Dark Enchantress Cookie

• “With Baker’s Love” 💝

Featuring: Yogurt Cream Cookie, Walnut Cookie, Almond Cookie, Strawberry Cream Cookie,

• “Ancient Heroes’ Gifts” 💝

Featuring: The Ancient Cookies

• “Two Sides of Compassion”

The Light of Justice and the Vitrue of Scorn

• “Doll of the Beasts”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Even More Heartbreak 2: Mermaid’s Lament” 😞

Featuring: White Pearl Cookie, Lord Oyster, Mystic Opal Cookie, Abalone Cookie, and Crimson Coral Cookie

• “Watching Over Sleeping Beauty”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Pizza Time 2: Delivery Boogaloo”

Featuring: Pizza Cookie

• “Bake It Till You Make It 2: Tasty Delights” 🍪

Featuring: Crunchy Chip Cookie, Mozzarella Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie, Raspberry Cookie, Pastry Cookie, Clover Cookie, and White Lily Cookie

• “The Earthbread Big Seller!” ✨🖌️

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

Art by @/hugemilkshake (view their Y/N Cookie)

• “Get in Loser, We’re Getting Hitched!”

Featuring: Princess Cookie and Knight Cookie

• “Aiding the Mala Tribe”

Featuring: Purple Yam Cookie, Milk Cookie and Mala Sauce Cookie

• “Let Me Be Your Princess”

Featuring: The Princess Contest Cookies

• “Hidden Truth of the City”

Featuring: The Cookiemals, Wind Archer Cookie, Churro Cookie, Licorice Cookie, and Pomegranate Cookie

• “Deceitful Joke” ✨🖌️

Featuring: Shadow Milk Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie

Art by @/sei-cookie

• “Dawn of the Soggest”

Featuring: Shine Muscat Cookie

• “Meet Freshly Baked Cookie” ✨🖌️

Featuring: Freshly Baked Cookie, Child Cookies and their respective caretakers

Art by sweatinghoneybee

• “The Gist of the Dangerous Exchange”

Featuring: The Choco Chess Twins, Earl Grey Cookie and Gingerbrave

• “Should’ve Been Me”

Featuring: Abyss Monarch Cookie, Mocha Ray Cookie and Lobster Cookie

• “Hold My Hand”

Featuring: Pomegranate Cookie, Licorice Cookie and Affogato Cookie

• “What If: The First” 💗

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Beauty of the Abyssal Pearl”

Featuring: Black Pearl Cookie

• “Lights, Camera, Action!”

Featuring: Choco Bar Cookie and Butter Squid Cookie

March 2024 🌱

• “Marriage to Faerie King and the Enraged Beasts” 💗

Featuring: Elder Faerie Cookie and the Five Beasts

• “Lost Voice”

Featuring: The Gem Mermaid Family

• “Missing Stuff”

Featuring: The Time Balance Department Cookies

• “Here in My Kingdom, I Want You Everyday”

Based on Cookie Run Songs

• “The Lily and the Swan’s Embrace”

Featuring: White Lily Cookie and Sugar Swan Cookie

• “Who Broke the Coffee Machine?”

Featuring: The Elementals, Abyss Monarch Cookie and Xylitol Nova Cookie

• “Ingrained” 💗

Featuring: Herb Cookie

• “Clingy Matcha”

Featuring: Matcha Cookie

• “Cherished”

Featuring: White Lily Cookie and the Faerie Kingdom Cookies

• “One Heart for All, All Hearts for One”

Featuring: The Ancient Cookies

• “Wings”

Featuring: Dark Enchantress Cookie

• “Little Bit of Latte”

Featuring: Latte Cookie

• “Loyal Until the End”

Featuring: Caramel Arrow Cookie

• “What is Your Secret?”

Featuring: Butter Roll Cookie

• “A Bunch of Marzipans”

Featuring: Mozzarella Cookie and the Marzipan Cookies

• “Flower from the Other Shore” 💗

Featuring: Cherry Blossom Cookie

• “Dark Enchantress Cookie’s True Intentions”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Welcome Back, Handycookie”

Featuring: Time Balance Department

• “Hiding Y/N, Seeking Beasts”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “A Letter? Wonder Who It’s From?”

Featuring: Caramel Choux Cookie and Financier Cookie

• “Rough Play”

Featuring: Rye Cookie

• “We’ve Got Lots in Common”

Featuring: Caramel Choux Cookie

• “Hangouts”

Featuring: Time Balance Department

• “A Friend?”

Featuring: Caramel Choux Cookie

Divider Source l Next Masterlist l Previous Masterlist

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

🌟Masterlist🌟

Labyrinth (1986)

The lonely king (Complete):

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

It's only forever (In progress):

One shots (Jareth x reader):

The Garden

The kitten

Early bird

Does Hoggle have b.o?

The witch

Markiplier egos:

Reader who's afraid to love head cannons

yandereplier x insecure/anxious reader

yandereplier x reader: fluff

Dark x Erix Derekson x Reader

Wilford x depressed reader

Dark x haphephobic reader

Dark x panicking reader

Dark x overworked reader

Dark x snail lover reader

Yancy x chubby! self conscious reader

Wilford Warfastache x reader: Christmas!

Dark x reader fluff

Yancy head cannons

Yandere! Wilford Warfstache x chubby reader

EGOTOBER (2019)

Day one: Flowers

Day two: Trap

Day three: Pose

Day four: Jacket

Day five: Umbrella

Day six: Coffee or tea

Day seven: Barrier

Day eight: Sneak (KOTS)

Day Nine: Blue (Googleplier)

Day ten: Phone (Yan x reader)

Day eleven and tweleve: Swap & travel (self insert)

Day thirteen and fourteen: Stripes & car (Wilford x reader)

Day sixteen and seventeen: Wave and bright (Bim Trimmer)

Day fifteen: Metal (Bing)

Day eighteen: Gold (Eric Derekson)

Day nineteen: Music (Priestiplier)

Day twenty: Leaves (Wilford and Yan)

Day twenty one: Sleep (Doc)

Day twenty two: Cauldron (Dark)

Day twenty three: Spooked: (Yan x reader)

Day twenty four:

Day twenty five: Moonlight: Wilford Warfstache x @matronofthevoid

Day twenty six: Purple

Day twenty seven: Fangs, KOTS

Day twenty eight: Candy, Wilford

Day twenty nine: Countiplier (@justwritingscibbles oc) x reader

Day thrity: Shadow, Randall

Day thrity-one: Halloween!

[mistresswriter19]

~ Until You Take Your Last Breath ~

Dr. Masacrik X Reader

A Psychocuties Fanfic

Author's Note: Hello its finally here. I'm making a Psychocuties fanfic of Dr. Masacrik X Reader because theres not enough fics of him no matter how there's problems and conflicts about this series. I'm not going to let that stop me to write more so be noted no minors for this fic it's 18 and the chapters I write the more violent it will become since it's a dark yandere dark cartoon. This chapter is based on the Tamakuz comic translation English by @catrintruecrime on Twitter full credits goes to them I wouldn't be able to write the Halloween comic into a fic so thank you!

Happy Halloween everyone

Enjoy! ^^

~ Chapter 1 ~

~ I Hate Halloween ~

Masacrik’s Pov

Halloween is when kids go trick or treating adults, teens go party, and some prefer to watch scary movies or go to a haunted house. It’s the tradition that every October 31st to have a good scare. You can make it all scary but you can also make it cute everyone here has a good time on this spooky holiday however, there was one person who despised this time of year, the boy wore a red wolf mask, and trench coat with a few rip marks, shorts, long black socks, with his brown dress shoes, red hair out of place but what seem more disturbing was his eyes, blue and pupils black dark like his soul, no one knew the boy and he rather have it that way,

“ I Hate Halloween”

There’s nothing left for the ritual mature, nothing “ saints” about the day of all saints. Make more dignity they wouldn’t attend this shameful party. He said under his breath scanning the town decorated for Halloween and children all around embracing this night.

We have a lot of holidays, loads are useless, noisy holidays that serve no purpose other than an excuse to spend money on junk, people don’t care about sincerity. The only thing that matters is buying and showing off to other people - that’s all that matters to these people. Day of hearts, green day, animal hat day. Then this holiday offends me more, than all the others…

This is unnatural, It’s a mockery of what induces fear, it’s foolish and tasteless.

None of this is genuinely scary

Boo! A child said holding out there fake sword with fake blood as the adult laughs

Haha died of fear, here take this! The adult responded by giving the child some candy. Witches and a character presenting a slasher from the 1990s, to a chick wearing her Halloween costume dress revealing with her short black panties the shape of a ghost with the words “ Spooky”.

Just funny, ugly, pitful, disgusting… Then what’s the point of Halloween?

To 4 faces presenting types of masks that Masacrik describes. One with bunny ears, with an anonymous mask, spiky red hair, to another, long drooping ears, straight hair and a desperate face either could be a mask or human. One with a cardboard box, poorly glued eyes all over with fake hands behind the ears and Christmas sweater like another knock off from another slasher but more in the 1980s~. One with a clown sticking their tongue out messed up shades of blue hair and a worn out overalls with red straps.

Every Halloween I want to rip off all the masks and destroy them!

So everyone “ wears” real faces of terror. Not silly mask.

From the flames from hell itself Masacrik could imagine ripping each mask off, blood behind the masks if some ever escape this boy's hatred of Halloween.

PUMPKINS!?

Trick or treat?

Smashed pumpkins one by one with his shoes he didn't care if this hurts, whatever sign presented Halloween Masacrik want nothing to do but destroy it all. Dumping piles of candy from other treaters he stole, from the words “ trick or treat 3 little ones kept enchanting holding huge pumpkins of candy, it made Masacrik blue eyes turn into bloodshot red of how much he couldn't stand this time.

Fear is gorgeous,

Real fear is an incredible force callable of killing all that is human in a person, turning them into a vile animal. That’s what Real Fear is.

I admire anything that induces FEAR!

Masacrik silhouette with his hands clutched having an imagination what true fear is from demonic monster rising, piles of human remains from monster who fed upon them, people backing away when it comes to comfort, shadows allure weather if there human or not, to ticking clocks melted to the Crimson floor of blood, blood and more blood ~ Masacrik knew what fear was but the town he lives in don't know what he's really capable of .

This girl…

Loves Halloween more than anyone else.

Meanwhile Masacrik hides near a bush to see a girl he describes.

Y/N.

She wore a home knitter ghost sweater, with orange horizontal stripes, white socks and Mary Jane shoes with some of her friends walking talking about Halloween being the most wonderful time of year like Christmas.

Pitiful miserable creature

All she does is squeal about how much she loves this holiday.

That chatter has become so tiresome…

Masacrik snatches the black kitty as he the kitty bit him hard but Masacrik puts on a sadistic smile with the pair of sharp scissors he holds as he cuts a pink bag probably cat food as he said to the kitty he gives.

Masacrik: Eat….

Group: Oh ghosts, Oh Zombies! One for Y/N's friends shouted.

Oh, Oh, little spooky skeleton! Said another one.

Oh horns, pumpkins, graveyards, another one added.

Halloween all year round! You shouted all the way down to more houses to go trick and treat until the night was done.

But this time… I’ll show her.

REAL FEAR…

You had a bright beaming smile for this night until everything went black with your face covered in a worn old bag with a red smile.

Y/N: It’s not funny anyone...

You shouted trying to breath couldn't see anything from the pitch darkness.

Can’t believe it, Right now.. Now

You felt a pair of hands immediately tear off the mask he put over your face.

Here it is! You barely open your eyes to see you were hands tied behind the wooden table with rope completely scared looking to the front of your captor who was a boy close to your age.

She’s generally scared… She can’t hide it

You look back seeing those icless blue eyes feel that he was staring down at your soul as Masacrik approached you.

Can she understand how gorgeous real fear is?

This quiet terror

What’s that?

Am I trembling?

She shouldn’t see it…

Although she probably sees nothing but my knife right now.

You were shaking and showing real fear, that's what Masacrik wanted. He caught the one who loves this holiday more than anyone for him. It would rather happen if it took her life away. Masacrik went through his pocket pulling out a knife he had kept for a while but he looked at the blade, his reflection and his hand trembling. Why did he really want to hurt you or was it actually showing he has “ fear”. Masacrik shook it off and saw that you were more focused on the blade he put close to you.

This suits…

Masacrik: This suits you better…

Your more than…Your ugly costume

Masacrik actually started to talk to you, prefer you this way then your jolly self. He then looks up at you with your gaze upon him then he looks down at your costume making you wince scrunched up your nose trying not to panic in front of him. From your orange Mary Jane shoes, black socks with skull patterns, you had a bat shaped top with an orange eye like a monster, your different pattern skirt one had the orange Halloween colors horizontal stripes, with black bats attached, the other said purple and black horizontal stripes a little short seeing your exposed leg.

Masacrik: Well tell me now,

How much did you spend on this tasteless ness….

Speaking rasping the knife clinged on your top almost exposing your chest making you panic when your eyes look upon this boy that you haven't answered his question as he tugged harder on your top.

Masacrik: HOW MUCH?

Y/N:I…I… I sewed it myself…

You immediately were shaking and had to answer even if you were scared. Fresh tears drip down your eyes like waterfalls from the innocence you have tainted.

Masacrik looks back having a questionable look then he sees the more he tugged on your top a candy dropped on the floor as your tears stream down not knowing if you were going to be back home. The candy distracted Masacrik he held the knife away from your top, kneels down and takes look at the candy. He held it for a while it was bright yellow. He used his fingers dangling off the yellow wrapping. There was writing on the paper.

“ Made With Love “

From: Y/N

It seemed like a homemade candy Masacrik held was the face of a cute monster, a chocolate ball, with googly eyes, sprinkles for the hair and candy corn for teeth. He looked more into the candy. He didn't know if he should eat it or if his face was a mockery.

Y/N: They're a bit bitter.. But everyone likes it, you can try.

You said you were trying to convince Masacrik to take the candy and try because you felt people like him should have a treat too no matter what's going on with them. In the world is love and kindness which is something Masacrik was not used to at all.

(CRACKS)

Masacrik throws the candy to the ground causing the candy into chunks as clutches and breathing heavily, trembling from holding his knife. He didn't know how to feel from this innocent girl giving kindness. Did he feel remorse for what he planned to do? From the red footsteps surrounding was an inner demon calling upon him to finish the job or was his imagination. Masacrik couldn't take it anymore he grabbed his knife and cut off the rope that you were tied up from not knowing that Masacrik's blade cut part of the palm of your hand fresh color blood drip down as he let you go.

You stood there for a bit seeing the remorse on Masacrik's expression and didn't know why he stopped or wanted this. There were so many questions but no clear answers. Masacrik throws the knife to the side stepping out of the abandoned building, the door open peaking through the night.

You flop down on the ground with your skirt flowing then back to your knees. You didn't know how to feel about what just happened. Almost experienced death from someone you don't know trying to end you. You look at your hand with the open cut wound then the boy begins to speak again.

Masacrik: Are you going to sit there for long?

Someone needs to take you into town.

You look back to the boy Masacrik, hesitant still on your knees feeling silent, didn't know how to approach him as she held her cut. Masacrik turns back to you scoffs with a heavy sigh grabbing your arm forcing you to move as you follow him into the opening outside.

After Masacrik let you go on your own he returns back to the abandoned cabin, Masacrik pushes the leftover boxes from the corner looking back to the box where he took the kitten from earlier. He kept having remorse on his face.

Masacrik: Y’know, I hate life for its absurdity.

For now foolish, narrative unfolds.

I was a character in a story that crap that just happened.

Wouldn’t have happened to me…

Everything would have gone perfectly.

Masacrik thought to himself why does a boy like him exist exactly, does he have so much hatred for the word or just to himself and taking on others to feel the pain.

Mother: Honey open the door!

Y/N: Coming!

Y/N: Well then, who wants some candy?

The doorbell rang with the mother of Y/N telling her to open the door. You responded and turned the handle having a bowl of candy with your warm smile and the cut of your arm covered with bandages wearing a different Halloween costume.

Are they kidding or what? You said looking around wondering if he was around or anyone here. Who ring the door bell?

She noticed no one was there until she looked down to see a black she noticed went missing .

Y/N: ( GASPS) KITTY!!!! Mom kitty is been found!

You smiled holding up the kitty with a wrapper with the words “ Happy Halloween “. You immediately embrace the kitty in your arms and close the door telling her Mom the kitty following her was finally found.

Meanwhile Masacrik hid near the bushes once more, his arms resting on his knees, sighing . He actually did something that was kind and he didn't know he was going to see someone pure soul as you again.

Masacrik stands up, walking back the kids still out for Halloween. Going far away from the town, pumpkin trail, stream lights onto a large green hill where he puts his red wolf cap down onto his knees putting his face down under the moonlight of the ocean.

Masacrik: Damn shame.

~End Of Chapter 1~

[giorno-plays-piano]

Unsteady

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x mage!reader

Warnings: allusion to yandere, canon-typical violence, mentions of murder, exhausted and crying Aemond, hurt/comfort.

Words: 2k

Summary: Quiet, you stand together, leaning on the balcony and watching the dead sea, each left to your own thoughts. The silence between you is not strained but comforting, an indication of peace and, perhaps, some sort of unity. In the end, you are on his side.

P.S. Well, here we are! Hope you enjoy my first HOTD story!

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Your continous lack of sleep is slowly making you delirious. Tossing and turning in bed for hours, you can almost imagine stealing the sword of your guard and going on a rampage inside the Red Keep: this is how hopelessly tired you feel.

You take a breath. When you close your eyes, you are back home. You see the blinding light shine through the vast windows, the ancient walls made of sand and magic, and so many embroidered red and yellow pillows on the floor they nearly cover it all. Young girls and boys sing incantations that sound like music in the courtyard. If you turn your head to the east wing, you can smell barley bread baked in the kitchen along with sweet date cookies that will be served tonight as they have been for centuries.

But when you open your eyes, you see only the darkness of the room that isn't yours; a foreign castle where it's so painfully hard to breathe, to think; a gloomy, hostile world you are being held as a prisoner. Nothing here reminds you of home. You are a stranger to these lands, these people.

Nevertheless, you can't leave. Not yet. Not until the new King is crowned and your promise is fulfilled.

You stumbled upon this world by mistake, the new spell taking you in a completely different direction from where you were supposed to land. You were awaited in Turas, a place with the densest population of witches and warlocks, but you landed here, in this godforsaken little world with almost no magic left in it sans some dragons and a very few ancient priestesses who are impossible to locate. Without a great source of magic, you can't travel between dimensions, your coiffers empty from your last attempt. And although there is some great force in the dragon's fire, you need permission of its owner to have their pet shooting flames at you. Enraging Vhagar and having her blow fire at you for a minute or two doesn't work since she does it for far too short, and the spell needs more time. You tried.

But Otto Hightower will sooner stuff his mouth with glass than let you go and miss an opportunity to have you aid the Greens.

So you stay. You pretend to be the Queen's niece, a daughter of her older cousin, eager to come to court and serve the Crown. You do almost exactly that, to be precise: hunt down the spies like Talia and a few other maids, force information out of people with the help of your spells, and sometimes murder someone who's notoriously hard to kill.

Not Rhaenyra, though. Alicent forbids.

You hate it here with all your being. This realm is a cage. There are no good sides in the court - neither green nor black. Regardless of who wins, people will suffer. This place is doomed, and you ache to get as far from it as you can, back to the ancient Tower of Babylon on the crossroads of the worlds, the only place you call home. Every single day spent in Westeros, you miss it along with your people.

Finally, you realize you can't sleep. Laying on this ridiculously uncomfortable bed, albeit quite lavish, in hopes of falling asleep is silly, and you stand up, searching for your dress. Perhaps it is worth taking a stroll before returning to bed. Maybe the chilling air will clear your head and your heart.

Slipping away from your room without guards noticing is as easy as taking a candy from a child, your magic clouding their mind, lulling them in the false sense of security. You can't make people do what you want directly, or frankly, you wouldn't be here, but your spells are most helpful to obscure the mind and blur the vision, and you luckily evade a few servants and more guards on your way as you unlock the door to one of the numerous balconies, usually deserted both during the day and at night.

But you're not alone. You walk in only to stare at the sharp features of Aemond who looks like he wants to skewer an intruder on his sword, his expression both painful and enraged.

When he recognizes your face, he softens, though.

"Cousin," you smile at him anxiously, playing brave as you stroll closer, pretending you are glad to see him.

He relaxes his tightly clenched, thin lips, and you see how tired and utterly exhausted he seems, his eye bloodshot as he stands in his full day attire as if he didn't event attempt to go to bed, knowing he won't sleep. Perhaps Aemond seems malicious and fiery to others, standing tall among other Targaryen siblings, but to you, he is only a boy. A mutilated, desperate to survive youngest son with no one but his mother on his side. Otto molds his abused grandchild into the perfect dragon warrior and a vicious protector of the Greens, expecting him to be there when Aegon is made king, and it makes you sick to keep watching them.

Still, it is not your story. Not your place to change things, however wrong they are. You will be gone soon, and you should leave these people to their fate.

"You don't have to call me that when we're alone," he mutters, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Would you prefer my Prince?" You let out a snicker in hopes to get him to smile wider, but he doesn't, turning back to face the darkness above the sea, his hands on the stone rails.

He doesn't look good. The shadow beneath his eye intensify, eyelid droopy, and his lips are cracked and dry, but it is his expression that worries you most of all. Aemond looks like he is barely holding on, slowly being buried under the pressure of Otto's expectations and Alicent's maniac fear for his life. He lives on a knife-edge, and you wouldn't want to trade places with him even under a promise to rule the whole Westeros.

Quiet, you stand together, leaning on the balcony and watching the dead sea, each left to your own thoughts. The silence between you is not strained but comforting, an indication of peace and, perhaps, some sort of unity. In the end, you are on his side. Despite how much you dislike being entangled in the intrigues of the court, you have compassion towards Alicent and her children. You wish you could take them away from this place and let them discover what a true life behind the castle walls is.

Besides, over the course of many months spent here, you grow surprisingly fond of Aemond. You are unsure if it is his spirit, perhaps, or his passion that draws you towards him, but he is fascinating, one of a kind. The only one who keeps trying over and over again; who keeps pushing forward, paving the road for his mother and siblings despite the unfair treatment. It is attractive, isn't it?

If only people stop messing with his head.

Suddenly, Aemond winces, and the spell is broken between the two of you when you stare at him, anxious again. Unsurprisingly, he turns away, but this time, you are too concerned to leave him alone.

"Aemond, what is it?" You ask, planting your hands on his shoulders to stop him from moving away from you.

Stubborn, he turns his head, nonetheless, and doesn't speak a word like he's a kid all over again, pretending everything is fine. You catch a glimpse of his swollen eye, the veins in it so red you realize he is hurt.

"Are you in pain?"

He says nothing at all until you grab his face between your hands and make him look at you, forcing him to bend over to you because he certainly has blood of the giants in his veins. Looking him straight in the eye, you feel him trembling in your hands, panic surging through you. What is it? Did he get hurt during one of his endless trainings? Is it something else? A slow poison? An old wound?

"It can't hurt in there," he whispers angrily, tears rolling down his cheek as he looks to the side, hopelessly trying to evade your eyes. "I don't even have it anymore."

It takes you a second to realize what he means. He is talking about his other eye.

Letting go of his face, you bit your lips, wishing you could do anything at all to fix it. Were you there the night he was mutilated, you could have saved the eye, make Aemond whole again, but it's far too late. You aren't capable of recreating limbs or any other body parts out of thin air.

"We call it phantom pain."

Swallowing, you raise your hand to his eyepatch, and he flinches, refusing to let you lift it. You voice softens as you take him by the hand. "I promise, I won't take it off."

Aemond looks like he'd rather have you put a red-hot poker in his mouth, but he stills, tears still streaming down his chin while you murmur incantations, your palm covering his eyepatch. Perhaps your voice soothes him, or perhaps the spell works swiftly, but he quiets down fast, unmoving as you numb his pain. It is one of a few things you can do just for him, not because you are serving the Greens, and you wish he'd tell you when he's hurt. You wish he'd seek your help.

It's been several minutes: the spell should have fully kicked in, you believe. Slowly taking your palm away from his eyepatch, you observe your prince carefully, watching for any signs of discomfort to patch him up further, if needed. As you take his face in your hands and ask him to please let you examine him, make sure he feels better, Aemond suddenly sniffs again, his shoulders shaking violently.

You pull him into your embrace without even recognizing what you are doing. It is a reflex of sorts, a simple reaction to someone's distress. Back at home, your teachers would always tease you for your relentless desire to comfort people, calling you a wannabe therapist. But that was back there, in a safe, kind place where people don't fight for the thrones, power, and money. This world and its inhabitants are painfully different.

Maybe not in everything, though. Because the next thing you know, Aemond is bending over to lean on you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, his hands around your back. He shakes like a leaf, like a child who had known no comfort, no safety. It is the first time you see him like that, so defenseless and bare, because Aemond is fearsome even in private with his family, and he made you nervous on numerous occasions with his intense stare or a strained, disturbing smile. It feels almost unreal to have him here, in your hands, crying like a human being.

But he is real, and he is human.

"You'll get better," you promise him, gently whispering words of comfort in his ear, suddenly thankful he doesn't see you tearing up yourself. "I'll make the pain go away."

Those are hollow words: you can only treat him again and again, not make the pain disappear forever, but it should suffice for now, and he will be able to sleep.

How many nights did he spend here, standing and trying to overcome pain in something that can't heal? He would never tell his mother not to antagonize her again about not protecting her child. Otto, undoubtedly, would simply say something along the "deal with it" lines, you think, feeling distressed. This must have been going on for years since Aemond was a child. You can't possibly leave him alone with his pain.

Clinging to you, he shudders silently, not a sound coming from him as if he learned how to cry noiselessly over the years on a balcony. When you try to move a little, he presses himself to you even tighter, not letting you go, but you don't plan on pushing him away. In this moment, you are ready to give him anything he asks.

You don't know the sort of emotion it awakens in him when he feels it, too.

[lyssak09]

Hello. I hope I am not disturbing you. I wonder if you are getting requests, would you write to the Supernatural yandere as husband or lover, for Archangels Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel? The reader can be either an angel or a human or a witch.

EVERYONE APPLAUD ME! I FINALLY GOT THE MOTIVATION TO WORK ON SOME OF MY REQUESTS. Also this gave me so many ideas for stories, oneshots, and more hcs. So be on the look out for more archangel writing. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this. Happy reading 💙

Yandere archangels hcs

Yandere Gabriel

Gabriel is a soft, possessive, and protective yandere.

He will never hurt you unlike some of his brothers. You're his sweetheart

Yes, all of his pet names for you are sweet/candy themed

Gabriel first met you when you were aiding the boys in a hunt against the trickster. Yes, you met him when everyone thought he was the trickster.

But eventually you all learned who he truly was and that he wasn't all that bad.

He tried to woo you the human way. But it was taking longer than he would have liked. So, snatchy snatchy time.

You are so sweet and addicting. You become his new addiction. And you won't rot his teeth, just his heart and brain 💙

Gabriel is very paranoid about you being a mortal and the constant ending of the world. So be ready for him to be very very over protective.

To the point you're not allowed out without him anymore.

But why would you wanna leave when he can make and give you everything.

There is no point in leaving. Nothing good is out there. So its not a big deal that he has kidnapped-I mean transferred you to a saver home with no way of leaving without him?

Now, you being an ex-hunter you're gonna try to escape him but remember, he is an archangel. He has power.

So no matter how much you know about the hunting world or how much the boys have taught you, there is no way you can escape him. For now.

Gabriel was smart enough to take away anything that could hurt him or you.

But you have everything else you could want.

Gabriel has a sweet tooth as we know. And since you're his sweet addiction. Expect a lot and I mean a lot of kisses and touching from him.

"Oh Baby cakes!!" He yelled out for you. But you didn't dare move. You are not in the mood for his touches. So you hide. Gabriel starts to get paranoid. He knows you can't escape, but what if the Winchesters got in. "Sugar?" He lets out a nervous chuckle, "Where ya hiding honey?" Gabriel starts to look in any nook and cranie. You squeeze deeper into the back of the laundry cabinet. 'If he finds me I'm gonna sock him in the face.' You thought, you seriously weren't in the mood for his crap. "Buttercup? You may think this is fun but its not!" Gabriel sounded like he was in a panic. And he was getting closer. "Okay, ok. When he opens the cabinet you're gonna speed out. And maybe you'll find the front door open? Hopefully" you thought to yourself. The floor creek with Gabriel's weight. He was right in front of your spot. "We're just playing hide in seak right? Yeah...we are." He said mostly to himself. "If I find you I get a prize!" He said as he leaned to open the sink cabinet. You were quickly yanked into his arms. Too quick for you to escape. "Found you." He said,kissing you madly.

Yandere Lucifer

Lucifer learned about you when he was in the cage with Sam. You being one of the boys girlfriend gave him the ability to learn about you. And eventually fall in love

He has escaped multiple times just to take you.

But Team Free Will always kicks his ass.

Lucifer is a cocky, possessive and angry Yandere.

He will punish you physically and mentally but he prefers to do it mentally for whatever his reasons.

Lucifer is trying to help train you to show your 'love' for him with punishments and rewards.

If you're curious your rewards tend to be a hell of a lot more affections from Luci or your silly little human things you miss.

He at first hated you, you, a stupid putrid human, made him fall for you. You made the king of hell for for you!

So he takes his anger out on whoever is in the cage with him. Untill he escapes again and has a master plan to take over heaven. And take you as well.

But it falls, so why not destroy the world instead, and maybe his little human will sacrifice herself to him.

And you do, much to everyone's dismay. But its worth saving the world right?

So now here you are, trapped in hell with Lucifer. He loves it.

Hell has a queen now

And if anyone in hell has a problem with then they're gonna get disintegrated.

Lucifer made you a nice little area for you to be his little wife. But if you are being bad then enjoy your personal cage.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" You cried out and shrunk further into your little ball. "You should have thought about that before!" He screamed in rage, kicking your best friend's decapitated head like a soccer ball. "Lucifer, I'm sorry! I love you, I truly do. Just please stop!". He squat down to your size, "After all I do for you, tell me you hate me? Should I just kill anyone else you love?! So its just me!". You lunged at him holding on to him in a hug, "Please please don't. I'm sorry. I do love you! So-so much, just please don't. I'll be good" Tears more started to pour out of your eyes and land on Lucifer's shirt. He held on to you in a crushing hug. He couldn't decide whether to continue punishing you or throw you a bone. And honestly, you voluntary hugging him made his vessel skip a beat. "No more fighting?" He questioned. "No more fighting! Just don't hurt anybody else please. I'll be good" you held on tighter. "You love me with all of your tiny being?" You paused for a slight second, "I love you with every fiber in my being". You felt like throwing up when you said that, causing you to cry harder. "Come on baby." He stood up with you in his arms carrying you back to your 'home'. "My sweet queen." You looked up at him, "oh, my dad, you're so adorable." Lucifer gave you a smug smile and forced a kiss. "The things I would do for you

Yandere Michael

I didn't have any ideas for John!Michael but if I do and make hcs I will tag you! Enjoy

Michael first heard of once he chose Adam to be your vessel. Adam has had a major (kinda scary) crush on you ever since he met you all those years ago with his brothers. And he kept tabs on you.

When Michael figured out that he should just use Adam instead he learned anything that would be leverage to convince him to be his vessel.

And you happened to be the giant leverage.

It worked, but they were still put in the cage.

So as years went on Adam became crazy over you and Michael began to as well.

Eventually once they got out it was time to take you.

So they did.

Now they will be forceful and more physical than Gabriel. But its cause they love you and deserve to take the love they want from you.

"Let me go! You have no right to do this!" You screamed at Michael or Adam, whoever the hell was talking. You started to pound against the door, "Thats where you're wrong Y/N. Adam has been wanting this for years. As have I.". Michael (you gathered), yanked you away from the door then carried you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You kicked and squirmed but he wouldn't let go, so you fought harder but all you received was a huff and thrown around a bit more. Once you two reached your destination, the bedroom, Michael quickly tossed you on the bed, climbing on top of you. He snatched your wrists in his hand then immediately cuffed them to the bed. After you realized what had just happened you start to panic and freeze in place. "I think we deserve something for dealing with you and your tantrum." His hands crept under your shirt, caressing your skin, "don't we Adam " You noticed his expression and presence changed, Adam was in control now. Adam lifted up your shirt and gave you a shit eating grin. "Yes, yes we do." Then you were pulled into a rough and forceful kiss. You heard a loud rip and notice Adam had ripped your shirt. And all you could do is lay there and cry.

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[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Day Two: Decorating Cookies: Sucre (OC)

I missed day one but fuck it I will post some winter shit I have too this one is on my OC Sucre. My posts will be inconsistent, I will not apologize. You may request a character from the fandoms I like or one of my ocs (Cat cafe, Sins, and Sucre) I will eat it up if you give me a new character idea.

TW: cannibalism, Sucre being delusional, threats of love potion, reader trying to pacify a maniac, forced affection and feeding, forced drugging

Warm and delicious smells of spices and sugar weave their way throughout the kitchen, teasing you with their aroma. Reminding you of simpler times and baking with loved ones.

Now you wanted to vomit.

The monster who claimed you to be their "sweetheart" was humming Christmas tunes cheerfully as they skipped around the kitchen. You were tied lovingly to a chair with a big red ribbon. A cute little present for the deranged witch.

"Oh sweetheart you'll just love what I'm making, my easy yet scrumptious sugar cookies! Remember when I baked them for you before we eloped?" The pinkette teased as they placed a sweet kiss to your cheek.

Sucre...the cute store owner you had crushed on, the embodiment of sugar and spice. Skin the color of milk chocolate, long pink locks that shone like saltwater taffy, and butterscotch-colored eyes. They looked just as delicious as the treats they prepared for you. You used to feel your heartbeat speed up when they looked at you so sweetly.

However, like their treats their appearance was deceiving. Sucre killed your friends either morphing them into soulless candy minions or into sweet treats they served in their candy shop. Sick twisting of your stomach as you remember Sucre shoving friend flavored fudge down your throat (you cried as you couldn't even taste the human that it once was). Hot tears pool in your eyes as you remember their tortured screams and the magic user's maniacal laughter.

"Oh darling why so glum such saltiness ruins your sweet face." Sucre drags their tan fingers and bubblegum pink nails to collect the single tear streaking down your face. You shiver in disgust as they bring the finger to their mouth and suck on it like a lollipop.

"Perfect as usual." Lovesick expression took over the beautiful face in front of you. Handsome features wasted on such a horrible monster. Sucre continues to flit around their kitchen grabbing cookie cutters and turn to you, marshmallow teeth gleaming.

"Sweetness would you like me to use the Santa cookie cutter or the reindeer cookie cutter?" You glare at the willfully ignorant person in front of you and spit at them. "I want to go home." Sucre giggles putting down the cookie cutters, before wrapping their arms around you. "Silly goose, you know you're already home! We could make a gingerbread house if you stop being such a Grinch." You scream and kick revolted by the candy man's touch. "Fuck you and fuck Christmas, I never asked for this!"

Sucre's stupid mouth stops spewing stupid bullshit for once, their body stilling. You're too distraught to care about the now magenta pair of eyes looking at you. "Mon chéri you're being so sour, you know how I don't like sour people." You don't care what's the worse they can do, kill you?

"If you hate me so much then get rid of me like the other people you killed." The magenta swirling in their eyes got worse as their expression twisted. "I would never hurt you, how dare you compare yourself to those dégoûtant." Angry tears fall down Sucre's face as the witch shakes you harshly. You went to bite the hand who force feeds you, causing Sucre to retreat with a wounded expression.

"Chéri why must you be so difficult...I just want to love you, why can't you let me do that?!" Sucre had officially gone off the deep end again. They pull a candy out of their pocket and unwrap the sweet.

"I've been so lonely for so long, longer than you'd ever know." Sucre's eyes swirl with madness like spun sugar. You push yourself as far back into your seat as you can. "I could have drugged you in the start, forced you to love me." They push further into your space expression unreadable. You twist your head to escape what this madman would do next.

"(Y/N) look at me." You snap your head back in shock of Sucre using anything but their pet names. This gave Sucre enough time to shove the sweet into your mouth. You begin thrashing when you felt its sweetness melt on your tongue, attempting to spit the offending item out of your mouth. Your attempt is thwarted as Sucre covers your mouth and pinches your nose shut.

"Stop sugar I won't let you breath until you swallow." The lack of air made you struggle further. You can't let them win you need to get out. Sucre's intense gaze your only sight as you flounder for air. The crazy bitch was trying to kill you, and you knew it.

Struggling made you lose air faster as you slowed your struggling, choking behind your captor's hand. You swallow unintentionally, the sweet going down the wrong pipe.

Sucre lets you go as you cough painfully hot pink salvia spilling from your mouth as Sucre's toffee eyes return and stare nervously at you. The world blurs from the tears forming in the corners of your eyes once more. Out of pain and sadness in knowing you lost.

Aching warmth filled you as strong arms embrace you; you stare at your savior with awe. Sucre looked so different in the light and did they always have such a chiseled chest. The witch looks like a kicked puppy staring down at you while cradling you in their arms.

"Chéri, are you okay? I knew I shouldn't have forced you, but I couldn't help it I-" Sucre is cut off by your lips connecting with theirs in a messy desperate kiss. Their lips tasted so sweet as you deepen the kiss. The witch comes back to their senses when you bite their lip causing them to moan. They also began to kiss you as voraciously as you did them. Your tongue pried open their lips as your tongue snaked around theirs desperate to taste every part of their mouth. The only noises were the wet mouth noises and Sucre's breathy moans.

When you pull away, you look at Sucre with a single emotion in your eyes: hunger. The poor frazzled witch flushed so deeply as their love drunk expression met your own. "That was wonderful darling, I wish you'd be this forward more often." You grip the front of their frilled shirt and stare intensely. "I want reindeer cookies and then I want you."

Sucre giggles as they untie you, you then proceed to tackle them with another passionate kiss.

You both found something very sweet in each other's arms~

So much for cookies am I right? I may have rushed but you should definitely enjoy!

chéri: Sweetheart

dégoûtant: Disgusting, gross, revolting

[heartfullofleeches]

I've had my candy witch girl for 0 seconds and I love her. Candy witch watching with hearts in her eyes as her darling chows down on the chocolate heart she gifted them - blissfully unaware that rich, sweet candy was once alive and pumping, and likely carried feelings for the person ripping it to shreds. Her getting all jealous and huffy over the little cookie minions she creates to help her around the kitchen when they warm up to reader. I love her so much she's a silly lil dork-

[serxinns]

Yandere mha x Scarlet witch reader extras 3 : Big sister eri!

(This is mostly a Platonic yandere eri and reader time)

Context: Mei wanted to test one of her inventions in you but it went wrong so while mei distracts the class big sister eri will take care of ya!)

"Are you sure this is gonna work?" you said while carefully sitting down and wincing at your broken arm "Yep! I've made sure the machine is safe and harmless without any harmful side effects!" Mei said determined to try on her machine while she got everything ready "Now all you gotta do is go wear this helmet and attach that arm band on the injured arm and hold very still that's it!" Mei explained putting on her goggles when she noticed how you were still a bit nervous but you trusted Mei you knew she wouldn't hurt you

"Ready?" Mei said "Ready," You said and took a deep breath Mei typed some codes and pressed a button and the machine started to shake a bit and suddenly ur broken arm started to hurt less but your body began to change as well you noticed how you're clothes were getting oversized "Uh Mei?!" you called in a panic by when she looked back it was too late in front of her was a toddler version of her beloved darling all still under your UA uniform "Ba?" you babble out confused of where you are "Y/n?!?" Mei said in shocked she picked you up to get a better look of you and yep it was you

"You're so cute!" She squealed while she cooed at you and tickled you making you giggle and make funny faces until she realized that your classmates were prob looking for you she scolded at the thought of it she wanted to spend time with you especially when you were this adorable and giggly! She tried making up a plan of how to hide you when suddenly She heard a familiar voice

"Excuse me Mei" Eri Came into the lab twiddling her fingers and looking around "Yes eri how may I help you?" Mei said while coaching down to Eric's level "Have you seen y/n recovery girl say that they were with you they promised that I could draw on their cast" Eri replied "Uhmmm. Well, they're right there...." Mei pointed at the toddler shoving their first in their mouth while cooing,

"Y/N?!?" Erik said with eyes wide open "What happened to them?!?" "Well I was working on a rewind machine so the injuries would rewind and heal but it worked a bit too well," Mei said nervously while scratching her head "But since you're here I got a job for you!" "What is it?" Eri looked at the pink-haired girl confusedly "You're gonna hi- I Mean watch y/n for a while so I can make an antidote on them" Mei lied doing a fake bright smile "But I don't know how to watch them what if I hurt them" Eri frowned looking down on the floor "You won't I promise you plus just imagine yourself being the Big sister!"

"Big Sister..?" Eri questioned "Yea you can protect y/n from bad guys!" Mei said punching her fist in the air meanwhile Eri was deep into her thoughts her being a big sister to you?!? It was a dream come true she can teach you things you taught her make you watch all her favorite shows and teach you how to be the greatest hero! Oh man, she can't wait "YAY! IM GONNA BE A BIG SISTER" Eri clapped her hands excitedly picked you up ran towards her room her room had a big toybox and her bed was a all might themed she had a bunch of plushies on the bed as well and a tv

"So y/n what do you wanna do!?" the toddler tilted their head and looked at her confusedly "You wanna have a tear party" "Ba!" you babbled exciting clapping ur hands "Great lemme go get the tea supplies"

Eri: and when I said "Mirio you can't have any of my candies their mine!" he said I had to SHARE

Baby y/n: *bangs hands on table and spits bubbles*

Eri: RIGHT?!

During your time with Eri she would make you play with a lot of her toys but had to stop when u kept chewing on one of her Barbie heads eri decided to show u a jack in a box but you ended up crying because of the jack looked scary so the 2 of you decided to watch cartoons suddenly Mirio, tamaki, and neijire came in

Miro: Hi Eri! Hows i- whos little baby is this

Eri: This is y/n!

Mirio: oh that's n- wait what

Eri explained how y/n got turned into a baby

"ahhhhh! Y/n San is so cute!" niejire was squealing and cooing at you while Tamaki tried to calm her down so she wouldn't scare you but she didn't blame her tho you were so small and adorable like a small little kitten "Eri can I hold them for a sec please?" Mario politely asked "Sure but hold her gently," Eri said sternly while Mirio chuckled "I will" When he reached his hands trying to wrap you around you did a grabbing position Mirio wanted to squeal right there but kept his cool and gentle demeanor not wanting to startle you

when he picked you up it was like holding a kitten you were so small and so cute! And the way you looked up and giggled at him he could just die right there "No fair Mirio let me hold them!" Neijire whined while trying to reach to you "But y/n promised me to play with me" Eri had a grumpy face while having her hands on her hips "Why dont we all play together and watch y/n while Mei makes the antidote" They all frown but reluctantly agreed

During those hours the miri, eri tamaki, and neijire, we're all trying to have their little time with you, Mirio was pretending to know what you said making dramatic fate expression making u giggle Tamaki had an I sea of watching cartoon together so you all watch your favorite cartoon as a child (Mines was baby estein) and somehow fall asleep then it was neijire turn she was putting you in all sorts of cute closes taking pictures for herself and the shrine she has did your hair in many cute hair styles with hair pins and bows and eri's idea was to play tea parties together

"I GOT THE ANTIDOTE" Mei yelled but was quickly shushed by the group because Mei saw you asleep in tamakis arms they took you to the lab and made you wear the helmet the machine Started to shake and your body started to grow back as your original self

"Y/n! Your back"

"wtf just happened.."

Safe to say mei explained to you what happened and at this point, you were just tired of them all "Remind me to never be a lab rat to Mei" "Hey I said they were no side effects" yea no BAD side effects "I still kept my promise!" "Don't be so dramatic you were so cute as a baby" Neijire ruffled your head mirio and neijire chimed in as well as eri "You all are not helping.."

[cupid-yanverse]

Monster yandere incubus with a novice summoner darling?

This would be your first time summoning, and you were nervous as hell (pun intended).

The circle was set, your grimoire ready, and the candles dimly lut the room. You intended to summon a lesser demon, and to use his power to inhance another spell.

What appeared was not a lesser demon.

A tall form, with long, straight horns stood proudly in your summoning circle. He was shockingly white, the only color being a light dusting of pink on his skin and the ends of his long hair. And his eyes, a bright cotton candy blue.

"Well, well, well!" He cooed. "Look at the cute little mortal that summoned me. What would like, dear one?" He licked his lips, a hunger in his eyes that froze you on the spot.

Eventually he gets you to talk, and you readily admit that no, you weren't trying to summon him. That you have no idea how you managed to mess this up.

He seemed taken aback, shocked that you managed to do this. Then he laughed, "Well, you did summon me, so now you're stuck with me!"

He barely left your side since then.

He was a surprisingly good housemate. He helped with cleaning, cooking, and even your spell work. You knew this had to come at a price, but he never mentioned it. It set you on edge.

He flirted, a lot. It flustered you to know end, and he took joy in that. Calling you his "little witch" and "favorite summoner".

Eventually he did ask to talk, acting far more serious than he ever had before.

"I've decided on my price, little witch. And it's you." Stunned you said you didn't understand.

"I'm keeping you! I won't take you back to hell, yet! I like this home of yours. You should feel so lucky!"

You try to reject him softly, you never wanted a relationship with a demon. But he wouldn't listen. In his mind it was fate the moment you summoned him.

"Keep it up, little witch, and I'll have to lock you away. Though, I may do that anyway..."

His name is Alabaster.

He's flirty, but socially conscious.

He's a major cuddler.

He has a... Fixation with kissing.

His home in hell is full of pastels and white.

He wears those colors as well.

He's always finding an excuse to touch you.

He will, if pushed, lock you away in his hell home to keep you to himself.

[yanderecandystore]

Hi I'm brazilian, sorry if my english is wrong. But I can order a yan with a sweet wizard boy where he lives in a house made of candy and attracts people for him to devour, I don't know if you've read the story of the brother grimms, of Hansel and Gretel (or Br: João e Maria). How about this concept?

I'm so sorry but I struggled with this one so bad, I made so many versions of this but always fucked up at the candy house part 💀 (I couldn't imagine how to write the reader getting inside, or even finding it even though it was supposed to be the most obvious part lmao) It's very short 👉👈

Also lmao your English is great boo, welcome to the candy store, thank you for sharing with me this idea! It was actually pretty funny how challenging I thought it was X'D

TW/Tags: a little sadistic/more dehumanizing yandere // mentions of: weird/abusive family dynamics; cannibalism; drugging; kidnapping; gore; severed body parts; the usual yandereness although without the soft/lovey fluff I usually write // delusional (he is as sweet as someone who who eats humans could be- I want to write more but I kept messing up so much I died ⚰️)

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Pumpkin Pie [Yandere!M!Cannibal!Wizard/Witch x GN!Reader - Scenario (?)]:

You were having tea inside a colorful house, your vision was very blurry and your ears felt clogged, and to make things harder to understand there was a heavy and pretty mixed up smell of sweets and candies, overwhelming your nostrils… You don't remember when or how you got in, or why, but the tea was nice so you kept drinking.

You were having a nice time with a stranger who you don't really remember the name of… He wore a weird suit for your town's weather, actually it was just off in general… But you thought it looked nice…

He smiled at you blissfully, clearly having a good time… You felt like you were having a good time as well… You like to think so.

Okay, to be honest you couldn't feel a single thing, your legs were numb and you felt like your head was way too heavy to move it around. You barely felt awake at all. So you just assumed it was probably a strange dream, after all you didn't know this man, right?!

He was talking to you… You didn't understand what he was saying, the smell of something tasty was being baked… Pumpkin pie maybe…? How long have you gone without one of those? Your father didn't like how much sugar you ate, so you were restricted to only a few sweets… But he probably wouldn't be mad about one slice of pumpkin pie, right?

The man patted your head endearingly as he smiled at you, he seemed to not care much about how you weren't paying attention at all… You thought that was sweet of him considering you were always considered an airhead by your family.

… Speaking of them- Shouldn't you go home soon? I mean, this is very pleasant and all but you don't remember how long you've been here and the things that happened beforehand feel like a blur… Your family had a curfew and you didn't want to get in trouble again for breaking it.

Ah, but what could you do? You were just so curious about the forest beside the mansion. You secretly hoped to see fairies or anything magical whenever you went there, ah, how wonderful it was to escape your responsibilities as middle child for at least a few moments.

Sure, your family was wealthy, a lot better than most people in town, but you wished you didn't have to stay inside all day… Your older siblings would get to work with the family mine business while your younger siblings got to play and study all day long, and you? You were sort of the second servant of the house, there were many expectations placed on you and not enough attention to your interests and dreams…

You already miss Ms. Bell, she is such a nice lady and sadly your only friend in a big almost always empty mansion. Actually, you're not even all that bothered about being a "second servant" because you actually like helping her out.

Ah, sweet Bell… She always told you to be careful out in the woods, people would often go missing, especially people who have zero expertise about finding their way in and out… Ms. Bell, always so caring and wise… If only your family listened to you more like she does…!

While you kept drifting into different topics inside your own head, your vision was starting to come back to you and your ears seemed to get better after a while… Your head was still very heavy and it aches as you look around and notice- This guy has a weird taste for decor! Seriously, there's candy everywhere!! Actually… Was everything MADE out of candy?! What the hell?

Wait, you can hear humming, you can hear him better now, he is singing a nice tune as he gets up and takes care of the pie in his oven.

"You're finally awake, or at least more awake now! I'm sorry for what happened before, the dose I gave you was probably too strong, I guess it is just a habit of mine. Please forgive me." The man said in a joyful way, smiling at you like he did before… His voice was familiar but nothing to really help you remember.

"I guess I haven't introduced myself properly, then again I didn't think you would make it this far- I don't know why but I couldn't bring myself to let you go to waste. You have a very sweet smell and I couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like." He acts as if what he said was a compliment, and you strangely enough nod your head, feeling a little dazed still.

Yeah… but, what was he talking about? This conversation was weird and it was starting to worry you a little bit.

He brought to the table you were sitting on his pie so it could cool down while you two chatted, and filled the table with a plate of muffins and another of small bread. They looked incredible!

"You can eat how many you like! Consider yourself my guest, it's actually very nice to have someone over after such a long time…" He sat down in front of you and started to pour you more tea.

"I think it's clear to see I don't really do this, well, my name is Zirick, and this is my house! Don't worry, I'm not mad about what you did earlier, it happens all the time! And of course, my house was pretty much made for it, ya know?"

You didn't understand what he meant, so you told him your name and apologized for not only not remembering what you did but also for doing something that would offend him.

"Oh Pumpkin, it's okay! It's my fault your head is as empty as my cup of tea- My spell was supposed to just knock you out but I guess it was a little too strong and in return made you lose a few memories! But don't worry it'll come back eventually…"

"What I'm talking about is that you stumbled around my land and… Well, after seeing my house you couldn't help but want to take a bite off my walls! But I fixed them already so that's fine."

What? He knocked you out with a spell?? For eating his walls?! That entire sentence didn't make sense to you, you would never randomly eat someone's walls!! Even if they were delicious and even if you… do remember snacking on them… a little bit…

Ugh your mind was a flurry of thoughts, it was like different ingredients being violently mixed together and not mixing well! (Heh, cake comparison! You sure he would have loved to hear that one).

Well, invading someone's property like that was not a good thing but you weren't sure if knocking them with a spell or two was a good way to deal with an intruder… Still, you apologized and said you were going to find a way to pay him for his sweet wall. He waved you off laughing to himself.

"Oh but human money is worthless to me, and besides you have already paid me- Oh! Speaking of which, I just have to make sure this pie tastes good- I would offer you but I don't think it would taste, little Pumpkin."

He started to cut himself a slice… It was very red and meaty for a "pumpkin" pie, yet it smelled like one to you… And to him too.

Your senses were starting to get to you, you started to feel worried as the man was staring at you expectantly, you looked around and saw a peppermint clock on the wall, it marked 10 and you were sure by the darkness outside the window it meant 10p.m. You tried to get up and excuse yourself, after all you needed to get home soon or your family would end up getting mad at you.

But before you could actually walk away, you fell hard into the ground. You noticed you weren't feeling your legs properly, that's because one of them was missing.

"Don't roll away now, you're my guest today, remember? And besides, how far can you go without help, silly?" Zirick came to your aid very quickly and helped you get back to the chair immediately.

You tried to push him away, you bit him, you slapped him and even tried to kick him with one leg- It didn't work, he still knew how to tranquilize you into going back to your dreamland…

"Shh… Ah, how sad. All my guests get like this… You're a little fiesty for such a sweet Pumpkin, but I somehow can't get enough of your company, perhaps when you wake we can start again…"

He licked his dirty, bloodied fork eagerly. Normally he would have turned you into a massive pie but he wasn't THAT hungry and surely just a leg would be enough, and you were adorable walking around in the woods like a little adventure! He couldn't help but trick you into coming closer and eating a piece of his house- He needed a reason to get you inside of course, an eye for an eye, as they would say.

He isn't sure how he'll go about this but he likes your company, especially when you're too dazed to have any inhibitions or sense of privacy when talking to him! He could hear you sleepily mumble for hours, you were just so sweet to talk to, and to taste!

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