#yandere dirk x reader

[yandere--stuck]

Hello hello it is a mutual that has anxiety so I'm on anon. Love your dirk stuff so much and I'm having a bit of an anxiety attack rn and just thinking of your content for him makes me smile through the tears as edgy as that sounds. Thank u for the goods and the happiness. /pos

Oh no, I'm so sorry! D: I hope you feel better soon! *BIGGG hugs!* Idk if this'll help but I hope you like it and the rest of your day goes much better <3

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Though some may find it hard to believe, Dirk really, really enjoys physical affection. He's incredibly touch-starved and wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms. Just cuddling up close to you, nuzzling against you and stroking your back to help calm you down. It's the least he can do. After all, he's the reason your stuck with him.

But if you don't like physical touch when anxious, Dirk doesn't mind talking you through it. Though, it may sound a bit stilted or robotic. Despite being a man of both words and actions, it's difficult to speak from the heart. He'll go over grounding and breathing techniques while he fights the urge to pat your hand or squeeze your knee reassuringly. Deep breaths, okay? Inhale for 4 seconds, now hold it for 7, and then breathe out for 8. You're doing great.

Or if you'd rather be alone, Dirk will allow it. It kills him to be away from you, especially when you're in pain. He'll make you something to eat or try to focus on his gadgets but he ultimately gets nothing done, too consumed by thoughts of you. He can't help but blame himself. 

I mean, he's trapped you here. He only recently allowed you to wander the complex freely without him being constantly at your side. He just loves you so much. Even if someone who loves you isn't supposed to be doing this. It makes his heart ache, but he'll leave you be for as long as it takes - or as long as he can stand it. Whichever comes first. There's nothing he wouldn't do if it was for your health and well-being. 

Well, everything besides letting you go, but Dirk supposed that went without saying. He loved you too much to let you leave. You were the most important thing in his life. Nothing could change that 🧡

[yanderes-galore]

Hello!! I'd like to request a Scenario/Short going off of the Bro Strider x Reader Headcanons you did, if that's alright! Same as last time, where reader (GenderNeutral) is liked by Dave as well and Bro feels Romantic feelings for them. (I do like to think Bro is the type to kidnap reader, if that helps for an idea BUT if you'd prefer not to involve that, that's OK!!)

Thank you so much for the opening!! /pos - dirk anon

Hm... I can see what I can do, sure. Bro is called Dirk in this.

Puppet Master

Yandere! Bro Strider Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Post Kidnapping plot, Isolation, Toxic behavior/relationship, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Dave is used to manipulate you, Toxic parenting, Neglect mentioned, Stockholm syndrome mentioned, Forced relationship.

Your encounters with the Striders started simple. For a long while you knew Dirk and Dave through a babysitting job. You were hired a few times to tutor Dave and watch him.

Your impressions of Dirk were that he was rather stoic and quiet. He never showed any emotions around you or Dave. It felt a bit uncanny to you.

All you really knew about Dirk was he was the guardian of Dave. He seemed obsessed with swords and puppets. Plus... you didn't really see him as all that affectionate.

You got along with Dave, his younger brother, more. You saw him as a sibling of your own, maybe even a kid. In your eyes Dave is a very good kid despite his upbringing.

Dave always looked forward to seeing you. You were always a breath of fresh air for him. Your kind words were better than the cold attitude Bro gave him.

Dave was not the only one who liked you.

Dirk, as cold as he is in this iteration, began to be obsessive towards you. It got to the point he used subtle manipulation to keep you around the apartment longer. After all... Dave likes you around.

Poor you never saw it coming.

Before you knew it Dirk had you in his grasp. You kept falling for his tactics... small promises of paying you more or even the fact Dave didn't want you to leave. You had no idea Dirk was just being selfish.

Right up until he locked you away.

Soon all you know is being at the apartment with Dirk and Dave. Most of the time you're confined to Dirk's room or even somewhere else entirely. The doors and windows are always locked... he doesn't care if you take up a sword against him.

He already knows he has enough control over you.

You begin to loathe Dirk and lean more towards Dave for comfort. You hide such a fact in fear that Dirk will isolate you even more. By now you know the truth of Dirk.

No wonder Dave liked you more.

Like an adorable doll or puppet Dirk controls you. He breaks you down to make you his own. With him and Dave being the only contact you have it isn't hard.

Dirk feeds you and takes care of you but you see little affection. He's obsessive over you but he doesn't seem to provide any good aspects of a relationship. He just seems to claim you as his... that's it.

A puppet... a doll... something/someone he can manipulate for his own comfort. Soon you begin to feel like you're losing your own autonomy. The answer to that is simple...

You are.

Dave is the only one that keeps you intact. You try to treat him as you did before. While you are slowly worn down by Dirk... Dave makes you feel like you can tolerate it all.

However... you fear when Dirk will find out.

If Dirk finds out he will prevent interaction between you two. You want to leave Dirk's grasp... but can't do it without fearing for Dirk. You simultaneously bring out the best and worst of Dirk.

No one's going to save you. You lost count of how long you're here with Dirk but you feel it's been awhile. Soon... Dirk even begins to act kinder as you've given in.

There's less cold neglect. He still says nearly nothing but certainly shows more warmth. You feel like... you're making things better.

So if being here makes life better for you and Dave...

Maybe you should reciprocate just a little bit for Dirk, hm?

Or is this all just another trick set up by the puppeteer himself?

[lady-ashfade]

A diamond of blood and obsession.

Preview. 

Yandere house of the dragon x reader. Series

Plot: You have been abandoned for what you are at a young age only to end up in a noble house and raised as a slave and to be used for your abilities. They tried to keep you hidden but when another family shows up and sees what you are…They couldn’t let you go, they just had to have you. 

Warnings for this series. Yandere tendencies, child abuse, slaves, killing, blood, obsessive and possessiveness, unhealthy relationships.

The sound of water being slashed around as you ringed out a rag and dunked it again then you washed off the dirk on your face. It was dried up mud after you chased the son of your lords, he was a few years younger then you. House Qarnaris was who you worked for, they had found you in the forest all alone with no one to help you. Your eyes were golden so they knew what you were immediately, a Vesent, someone born with unnatural abilities.

Vesents were once a strong race, they were peaceful people that only protected themselves when needed. They lived in the woods in carved houses, shielded away from the world that is until one human got to close. The human was killed for trying to take and hurt one of their people, this starting a war. Though they were powerful the longer time went on the more the magic started to fade. When peace crossed the nation only a few lived, most of them breeding out and some never seen again.

As far anyone could tell your birth parents weren’t Vasents, they wrote a letter that was left beside you saying they couldn’t take having you as their own. Saying you could get them slaughtered or one day become to powerful for your own good. The Qarnaris pitied you and took you into their home. Food and shelter but at a cost for work. You grew beside their children and given all the knowledge recorded in book to help you understand your magic and people.

You become a healer for the family or a extra helper when needed. You had your own room in the cellar and a wooden bed to sleep on, you had a low quality dresses to wear. They weren’t the worst but they weren’t caring either and yet you were thankful for them. Being a slave you had punishment, like begging slap when you do something wrong, no food for the night and what you hated was when you had to sleep outside.

“Y/n, could you sew my dress back up before mother sees?” Lady Martha ask as she pokes her head into your tiny room, she was three year older then you. She was ten-and-one, you at the age of eight, her little brother being at the age of six and then two older siblings. “Hmm, sure can do.” You agreed and continued to wash your face.

She looked at you, “Why are you so dirty?” She asked. “Because I had to chase your brother outside.” She rolled her eye, “Make sure father doesn’t see that you ruined another dress because then it takes money out of my dress savings.” You couldn’t say anything but just nod and agree.

She closed the door and walked away while you sighed and dropped the cloth and reminded yourself to be thankful for everything you have. Not everyone was a lucky as you are. Quickly changing your set of clothes you put dirty ones in water to soak in bubbles and begin to scrubbing.

After a while your hand began to cramp and you groaned and pulled back to scrunch your fingers to stop the pain. Then a knock at your door made your heart sink and the thought of it being Lord Deryk. He would kill you for ruining the new dress. You went to the door quickly and opened it and stood in a spot where the tub couldn’t be seen. And to your luck it wasn’t Lord Deryk but another servant.

“I am here to inform you that Royal visitors are coming unexpected, you are to get the children ready and help set up then come back down here and not be seen.” You were confused at his words but thanked him for letting you know. Royal visitors? Was the king and queen coming to visit? It usually takes them days to arrive and never on announced. 

“Gods be good.” You rushed up the stairs to get them ready like you were told to do, maybe tonight you could get some peace and quiet and get ahead of your chores. And if you are lucky you could have some left over pie from the kitchens if there would be any left.

[yanderu-deredere]

hook.

★ your friends decide to do a road trip across a few states, to the coast! what's better than the beautiful boardwalk of lovelock after all? and they need a fifth person to come with them! so, of course, they drag you along. what could go wrong?

a/n: okay so ill be honest, i was kinda nervous to post this cus this is like way longer than my usual shit TBH but i really wanted to write this out and i felt like the usual bulletted thing wouldn't do my idea justice i guess? so have this word vomit LOL cus this baby has more parts (i think)

also these yanderes are very much inspired by all my favourite slashers (think hannibal meets chainsaw massacre meets house of wax) so the themes will be a bit more graphic

part one (here) ★ part two (line.) ★ part three (sinker.) ★ part four (?)

pairing: casimir fiala x reader x emmaline fiala word count: 3236

warning: gender neutral reader, reader is attacted to male and female yandere, readers friends are lowkey pieces of shit LOL, final ship is poly

"This doesn't look like Lovelock." Chloe muttered in that tone that just slightly grated against your nerves.

You, half asleep and kind of buried in bags, jolted at the sound of her voice. You glanced around, eyes blurry and your brain pounding just a little bit. The price of sleeping on a road trip, you supposed.

You looked over to the side to see what your friends were up to.

Chloe, the resident bottle-blonde of the group, had her entire body leaning a bit too heavily against her boyfriend Dirk as she tried to shove her torso out the window.

Dirk, too preoccupied with her body to really pay attention to anything else, only hummed and held her by the hip to prevent her from falling entirely out the side of the van.

You sighed and turned to your other side, trying to make out what your friend was so desperate to see outside.

All you could see, however, was what looked like an abandoned town. There was a little play ground, a parking lot beside that, some apartment buildings too--

Suddenly, the van skid to a halt, making everyone almost fall forward.

"Bran, you fucking bastard!" Dirk cursed before cradling Chloe's head to his chest "You okay, baby?"

Chloe, of course, played the whole thing up, whining up a storm. You just rubbed your neck, ignoring everyone else as you tried to figure out why the sudden stop.

In front of the car was a man much too well dressed for his surroundings. I mean, what business did he have in this place that he needed to wear a button down for? Plus he had what looked like a medical mask on?

What did you guys drive into, Chernobyl?

Anyway, you couldn't see the rest of his face very well because he had long hair with white side pieces and they were covering his face a bit too much but he was waving the van down.

Suddenly, as you were peering out the side of the van, your eyes met his sharp green ones and you felt a jolt of electricity down your spine.

You had a bad feeling about this place and about this man.

Still, not like you could say much. Who'd listen to you? Certainly not anyone else inside the van.

The man walked up to the driver's side, probably to talk to your friend Bran and give him directions. Thankfully, you were on the same side so you could do a little bit of eavesdropping on your own from your open window.

Observing him, you couldn't help but think that he was especially tall. He looked like he could almost be as tall as the van itself! You'd estimate his height at 6ft at least.

You couldn't even imagine how small you were compared to him if the two of you stood side by side.

"You're not supposed to be here. This is private property." The stranger explained and, though he was talking to Bran, you couldn't help but feel like he kept glancing at you from the corners of his eyes "You have to turn back and leave."

Now that he spoke, you also noted how deep his voice was. Though, you supposed, not surprising considering his height.

Big man, deep voice, you noted to yourself before mentally laughing at your own idiocy.

"What? There's no other way?" Bran's indignant tone pulled you out of your thoughts "I was so sure there was a way through here, up to Lovelock."

The stranger solemnly nodded as if completely understanding "There used to be but, after they shut down the factory, the Pharmaceutical company prevents people from passing through here."

Bran seemed to open his mouth to say something inflammatory. After all, he was known in your group to be a bit hot-headed. Even now, you couldn't see his face but you could imagine how red it was.

Kathy, Bran's girlfriend and your best friend, thankfully leaned over from the front passenger seat, her hand rubbing her boyfriend's thigh "It's all good! Sorry for the trouble and thanks for letting us know."

The man gave a curt nod "Just didn't want you all to incur the fines. The company still has the cameras up and there was a sign at the entrance saying something about trespassers."

"What are you, a glorified security guard?" Bran managed at least one quip and you saw Kathy hit him especially hard on the knee for that one.

You couldn't see the man's mouth from under the mask but you definitely felt like you could see his lips shift into a grin from under the cotton "Something like that."

Bran just scoffed and started backing the van up. The man backed away, giving a curt nod.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Kathy conspiratorially whisper 'crazy weirdo' to you, Dirk and Chloe. Of course, you elected to ignore her.

Instead, you kept your eyes trained on the stranger, still curious as to why he was there.

When his eyes landed on you, you gave him a curt wave. A good-bye. Silently, you mouthed an apology for your rude friend. He gave another curt nod, and you left it at that.

Something about his green eyes unnerved you though--

There was a loud pop and the van jolted, making almost everyone inside scream. Bran himself let out a rather loud fuck!

"What the fuck was that?" He slammed his palm against the steering wheel, that explosive temper getting the best of him.

You watched as the stranger came over and looked at the car, observing it a bit before letting out a rather tired sigh "You popped a tire."

Bran's head swiveled to him and, if looks could kill, that man would've been dead "A tire?"

"This place is abandoned, they don't exactly up-keep the roads." The man explained, crouching to try and see what was wrong with said tire "You must have run over a rusty nail or an especially bad pothole."

Then there was a thumping sound, like he was ripping something out of the rubber "Or a giant copper hook."

Bran slammed his door open and marched over, getting to the tire just as the man stood up.

You watched it all happen and you've known Bran for a while. The two of you were taking the same undergraduate major, after all. You knew Bran was the sporty type, confident and cocky. He was maybe 5'8 on a good day.

This man dwarfed Bran when he stood. Definitely taller than 6ft then. Maybe 6'5?

He placed the hook he took out of the tire into Bran's hand and, though it looked rather hefty in Bran's hand, it seemed a bit smaller in his.

Any bravado Bran had vanished like the wind. Of course, Bran was still Bran so he grumbled, complaining as he dropped the rusty thing before he squatted down to figure out what was wrong with the tire.

You saw Kathy from the corner of your eye dialing a number. You figured it was probably triple-A or some other towing service that could help the group out.

For some reason, you didn't want to look away from the stranger.

He seemed to have the same idea because, as he took out a walkie-talkie from his belt, his green eyes were trained on you again.

Without taking his eyes off you, he took a slender finger and lowered his mask, tucking it under his chin. He had a crooked smile on his face, something like a mixture between a grimace and forced pleasantry.

Near the corner of his face, there was an indent of a diagonal scar. It stretched from above his lip to the center of his chin. You let yourself wonder why he had it. It split his lips a little, made him look kind of devilish.

"Another car needs help." He spoke into the little device, holding it in the palm of his hand and jostling it a little, making the antenna of it wiggle back and forth.

"Miscreants?" The static of it answered back, crackling and almost indecipherable.

The man laughed and you felt your heart skip just a little bit of a beat "No, just people who took a wrong turn. They seem very nice."

You tried to ignore the flash of sharp teeth in his mouth and chalked it off to genetics. Sometimes people just had especially sharp canines, right? Though something felt predatory about his. Not vampiric, maybe, but definitely wolfish.

"What's wrong with their car?" The longer sentence was easier to understand but it was filled with just as much static.

"Popped a tire on the main road." The man answered as he put his free hand in his pocket "They were trying to take the short-cut to Lovelock."

The sentence came out as a drawl, like there was a funny joke about it that you weren't privy to. Your head cocked a little, trying to figure out what it could mean.

He returned your look of curiosity with a small little smirk and a shrug, cocking his hip a little as he shifted his weight from one foot to another

Someone hissed out your name and you turned, finally breaking the staring game in between you and the stranger.

You turned to Kathy with a confused expression on your face, your eyebrow cocked "What's up?"

"I have like no signal like at all." She whispered to you as if it was the end of the world and she wanted only you to know.

Of course, since the two of you were sitting in a cramped van, the other two people in the van heard loud and clear.

"What!" Chloe shouted, scrambling for her own marble-cased phone "There's no signal?"

"No, 'fraid not."

You flinched, head quickly turning when you felt a breath against your ear. Suddenly, the stranger was leaning into the window of the van, crossed arms resting against the lip of the window.

Your wide eyes met his green ones again and he grinned, all wolfish and devilish and all your observations about him seemed to flash warning signs in your head.

"Something about the old factory leaking radiation or something." He answered easily enough just as you scooted a little so he wasn't talking right into your now rather hot ear

You nodded slowly but the tone of his voice as he spoke was that same tone he used when he mentioned the city; like he was telling half-truths and it was on a need to know basis and you didn't need to know.

You had been on the receiving end of that bullshit for so long, with the same exact friends you were with in the van, that you could detect it from a mile away.

"Plus, they've shut down the cell towers near here already." He gestured flimsily in some direction, probably to said cell towers.

Then, there was silence in the van. Chloe kept fiddling with her phone. Dirk, as always, looked distrustfully at the stranger, like a toddler who'd get his toy snatched away the moment he dropped his guard. The toy of course, being Chloe. Kathy just looked panicked and anxious.

You were anxious too. You were never good with silence.

As a way to make conversation, you fiddled with your fingers and decided to introduce yourself before asking the stranger who he was and what he was doing there.

You really didn't think he'd answer.

"Casimir Fiala." His name flipped off of his tongue with a fascinating smoothness "I'm just here to... research... the abandoned buildings."

There it was again, that need-to-know-only tone. This time, you waved away the blaring alarms in your head, tucking them away to note later. Instead, you decided to joke with him "Guess you're not a glorified security guard."

"Sometimes it feels like it." He flashed you a snide half smirk and there was a part of you that felt satisfied that, this time, it felt like you were in on the joke.

It definitely made you grin, that was for sure. Before you could respond, though, the sound of a motorcycle suddenly filled the area, getting closer and closer till it was accompanied by the crunch of gravel.

"That will be my wife." Casimir yelled above the noise as he backed away from the window and tucked his arms behind his back in one fluid motion.

When he did, you couldn't help but curiously peer out.

Just as he said, a woman appeared on a motorcycle, dust cloud surrounding her. If Casimir was overdressed, this woman was underdressed.

She was wearing skin-tight clothes, cargo pants, the works. She looked like she was dressed for an action movie.

Hell, she looked she herself walked out of an action movie. She was buff, tanned, tattooed all over, almost as tall as her husband. She looked like she could take a steel bar and bend it in half.

With fingerless gloves, she removed her motorcycle helmet and her hair fell fluttering out. She had one lock of hair at the very front braided, some of it pulled back, but the rest of it cascaded rather messily, covering most of the right side of her face.

It looked like a bad blue dye job that was already growing back out but, somehow, she made it look ruggedly sexy.

That wasn't what was surprising. What was surprising was the eye patch and the burn scars.

"Oh my god." Kathy gasped out and you could see her and Chloe pull out their phones as if trying to film some circus freak.

Immediately, you were pushing their phones away, scowling at them as you tried to keep your voice down "What the fuck, dude, are you guys serious?"

You could see Casimir walk over to his wife, probably to talk to her about fixing your wheel. How kind of them. All the while, your friends were spitting on that kindness by mocking his wife.

"But like, did you see her?" Chloe tittered, looking through her gallery to try and see if she got a good photo but then pouting when she didn't.

"You're disgusting, Chloe." You spat out, hoping the absolute vitriol in your voice could snap her out of this weird Mean Girls trance she was in "They're trying to fucking help us and this is the thanks you're giving them?"

Kathy just scoffed and flipped her hair. "They're the ones who stopped us and got our tires popped."

"We're the ones that trespassed on private property." You snapped back and, suddenly, you felt too suffocated in the van. You knew who your friends were, of course, and you knew them to be the type of people to make small mean jokes but this was way too much.

You got out of the van, your arms crossed and wrapped around yourself, anything to give yourself any ounce of comfort.

This entire trip was a bad idea to begin with. You hadn't wanted to go but your friends insisted over and over that they wanted you around. You thought 'why not?' but, in the end, you turned out more of a fifth wheel than anything else.

"Oh, hey." Bran greeted you as you stepped up to the trio who were discussing how to fix the car "What's up?"

"Nothing, just wanted to stretch my legs." You lied easily enough since you didn't really want to tell Bran about how bitch-y his girlfriend was being.

Bran believed you, of course. He was too focused on being annoyed by the entire situation anyway. He seemed at least placated by the fact that he wouldn't have to pay for a new tire.

"Thank you so much, by the way, for like helping us out and shelling out cash for a tire." You decided to say since Bran definitely wouldn't say it. The smile on Casimir's wife's face was definitely worth it.

Casimir seemed to realise something because he looked at you in shock before gesturing to you and introducing you by name to his wife "And this is my wife Emm, she's the muscle of this entire operation."

"Nice to meet you." She put her hand out and you were about to take it only for her to quickly pull it back and wipe it on her pants "Sorry, I've been fixing machines all day. I'm dirty as all hell."

"No worries! Not like I'm all showered! We've been on the road for like three days now!" You waved off her concern and held out your hand.

Hesitantly, she took it and the two of you shook hands.

You noted that the burns she had on one side of her face seemed to spread down her body because her entire arm from shoulder to wrist (or what wasn't covered by her gloves) were covered in wrinkly scar tissue.

You tried not to stare. She probably got enough of that in her day-to-day, she didn't need it from you too.

You hoped she didn't get it from Bram already. He could be so insensitive without even thinking about it.

"Anyway, I was just sayin' that I'd love t' ride over to the gate, the one leadin' to Lovelock and send out a call, try to get triple-A over." Emm cupped the side of her neck, looking rather thoughtful "Boss won't be happy since we ain't suppos't have people over but."

Then she shrugged as if she was trying to say 'what can you do' before continuing "I got to go soon, though, 'cus I saw that the weather was suppos't to be terrible later today and--"

As if on que, thunder rumbled above, almost as loudly as Emm's motorcycle. You groaned because of course the weather would turn this horrible so rapidly and just when you needed it not to.

"Fuck." Bran put it so eloquently just as the rain started pouring as if the heavens above ripped open the clouds "Why can't you go while it's raining?"

"She only has a motorcycle." Casimir reminded him, his tone implying that fact in and of itself should've been explanation enough, his expression challenging Bran to say otherwise.

Emm looked much more apologetic but only by a bit "Plus, the road to Lovelock is 30 minutes and it's known to landslide when it's rainin'. I'm willin' to help ya'll but not that willin'."

Bran let out another expletive while you gave them an apologetic smile and a thank you.

"I'll be happy to invite ya'll over to our house. We live only a minute or two from here." Emm continued as Casimir shielded her with his lab coat, ducking her head a little as she walked closre to you so you could hear her over the hiss of the rain "It'll be better than that cramped van."

"I'll let everyone know!" You yelled, smiling gratefully at the couple.

Part of your brain registered the warning signs in your head. After all, though you'd tried your best to be polite to them, you did remember how odd Casimir seemed when you first encountered him.

Still, they were trying their hardest to accommodate your group. And, after how rude your friends were, you felt an odd obligation to make up for how mean your friends had been.

After all, what was the worst that could happen from just being nice?

[bridalgirl]

pinned post stuff. rules & characters & abt me for my shitty homestuck x reader blog.

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hi im dirk, admin of the blog. he/him pronouns and nothing else please. im a fan of homestuck and many a other little interests that you can ask about if youd like. im a bit of a freak and been in the creative writing scene for about 7 years now. chronic tumblr mobile user.

my little rules paragraph: i mainly write sfw. nsfw is allowed, however be mindful of what you request. i dont fuck with proshipping nor illegal age gaps, domestic abuse, noncon, etc. cnc is okay, but i will put a lengthy warning before any of my posts containing it. max 4 characters per request. no canon x canon. please dont send me requests that involve titles for the reader: ( ex. rogue of heart!reader x karkat, maid of time!reader x cronus ). i have all the right to deny any requests. be civil and kind. ill either do headcanon or literate format depending on my mood, or a mix of both. youre allowed to request whether you specifically want headcanons or a blurb/small fanfic style text.

i write for: beta and alpha trolls and kids, bro strider & lil hal. you can ask for yandere requests, but theyre less likely to be written.

[octo-artist]

Calm before the Inkstorm

Pre-war yan! Octavio x Reader x Platonic Pre-war yan! Craig

Chapter 5: Scandalous Nights (18+)(Masc Ver.)

TW: Possessive relationships, toxic mentalities,slight abuse of power, Typical Yandere shenanigans on both sides, 18+ content, full on smut, dub/con, consensual, masc presenting reader

I do not condone any of the actions in this series! If you are in a relationship like this please seek out help!

Certain parts are heavily inspired by Dissonant melodies by DriftingNova

Y/N=your name

T/C=tentacle color

E/C=eye color

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               ~ One Year Prior ~

He’d woken up in the middle of the night from a rather dark dream and decided to go to the springs within the palace, he could’ve used his own but he didn’t feel like it, he wanted out of his room. The staff should’ve all been asleep but he hadn’t accounted for the gardener, oh he’s seen them around many times outside and thought they were attractive but hadn’t acted on those thoughts. At least till that night, upon entering the hot spring he was met with a rather flustered Y/N who had quickly tried to cover up and bow, apologizing for not knowing he’d be there so late, not even questioning his presence in the staff springs. The sight stirred something in his heart, he took note of their now cleaned up appearance, they were far more pleasing to look at cleaned up, with the dirk gone he could more clearly see their S/C skin, the roughness of their palms from years of hard work. Made him wonder what it’d feel like if they’d touched him with those hands. 

He’d questioned his own thoughts in that moment, he’d never held such ideas before, but his tough starved mind and heart latched into the idea of potential companionship. He tried to brush it off telling Y/N that they were free to remain and finish their bath, he’d just come to relax for a bit. His tone had an almost suggestive tone, as if to test the waters and see if the attraction was mutual. Keeping an eye on them in his peripherals he approached the edge of the spring, allowing his night robes to fall to the floor as he stepped in. He could see the slightest hint of a blush as Y/N sat up considering their options, the blush deepening when they witnessed the crown Prince undressing in front of them, eventually returning to the water themselves sitting away from the prince with their gaze kept off to the side, as if trying to avoid eye contact. Meanwhile his eyes continued to look them over taking in every detail of their body, every scar, stretchmark, and line, allowing his eyes to linger on more suggestive areas, filthy ideas running through his mind wildly. It confused him, he’d never shown this kind of interest in any of his potential suitors, yet here he sat sharing a tub with a lowly gardener having the most scandalous of thoughts about them. 

Y/N dared to glance up, their eyes catching the princes gaze. Their own thoughts running wild, many of the younger servants their age had had moments of wondering what it’d be like to be with royalty, they themselves even indulging these fantasies a handful of times, yet now they hesitated while in the actual presence of the crown heir, the two of them in the nude, everything clear on display, the prince definitely had no qualms about being seen by a servant, not even bothering to try and hide what they could tell was a rather impressive cock. They scolded themselves for allowing such thoughts, missing when Octavio finally stood up and moved right up to them, a smirk on his face, placing a hand on the edge of the tub snapping them out of it, their sight being met with his chest before he took their chin in his other hand to tilt it up and look him in the eye, as if to tease them. “You know I can see you staring right? If you want something then just ask… I think we both know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”, Octavio was surprised even with himself, his actions and words spurred on by and intense desire, his hand drifting down from their chin, then their neck, their shoulder, and all the way down to their waist, the other hand joining it, lifting them effortlessly onto the edge of the tub, going as far as to even squeeze Y/N’s ass as he sets them down once more, his eyes never leaving theirs, he feels his cock hardening further between their thighs as he inserts his hips between their knees, in his peripherals he can see their member standing at attention.

Y/N becoming flustered further and further stammers out with a squeak, “I-I apologize your highness, I-I didn’t mean to-“ they’re cut off with another squeal when they feel his dick brushing up against their own a shudder running down their spine, the room suddenly feeling colder than before. “Oh I know, but tell me, what would you like me to do? Say the word and it’s yours.”, he allows his hand to slide down to tease the slit on the end of their shaft, quickly making them squeak out a quiet moan. “I-I…”

“You what?” He teases, slowly letting his fingers just barely brush the shaft, their hips twitching, as if trying to get more but still act proper.

“I-I please your highness, let m-me have it? Please?” Y/N finally squeak out their response, their eyes screwing shut at the overwhelming sensations, feeling Octavio lean into their neck with a smirk “as you wish, and do call me by my name, as nice as the title is, I’d like to hear my name pour from those little lips of yours.” He finally allows his fingers to wrap around their cock, slowly sliding up and down it watching as their head throws back and a soft gasp leaves their mouth, “My my, what sweet sounds you make, I wonder what more I can make you sing for me.” He teases leaning them back against the floor, continuing to slide his hand around and up and down their stiffened cock, more gasps and moans leaving Y/N’s throat as they quickly fall into the stimulation bucking their hips into Octavio’s hand, “p-please! More, I beg of you more!” 

“Say my name and it’s yours” Octavio grins as he palms his cock, the muscle twitching with anticipation as he palms at Y/N's cock feeling it twitch eagerly at the stimulation, “Say it, now.” He growls impatiently.

“O-Octavio! Please Tavi please! I need it!” They finally cried out, unable to take the sensation any more. “Good love, so obedient.”, he moves his hand from their member, using it to prop up their rear, positioning and slowly easing himself in, fighting to keep his composure. Quickly losing composure he finds himself pounding their entrance without mercy, their cries, gasps and moans being swallowed by him as he clings to them and meets their lips in a fiery passionate dance. His growls and huffs mixed with their moans in a chaotic symphony, one he swears he won’t forget, feeling them clamp down he returns his hand to their member, quickly sliding up and down the shaft to finish them off, a long raspy cry leaving Y/N as they freeze up, the coil that had wound soon snapping in them, release flying unto their stomach, the prince using his other hand to also finish himself off, the ropes of cum splattering onto the floor. The duo huffing and gasping for breath. Grabbing an extra towel he cleans up the mess, carefully sliding Y/N to him so he can carry them back to the water to relax, setting them in his lap, and leaning their head against his shoulder, slowly their breathing evens out, as the moment replayed over and over in his mind. He actually did that, he gave his first to a servant, but at the same time, he doesn’t regret it… he’s happy… way happier than he’s ever been in years… maybe, just maybe this can be something more, their little secret. He looks down, chuckling when he sees the inkling now sleeping on his lap, exhausted from their scandalous actions. He’ll send for them in the morning, he knows they don’t have a roommate, the gardeners usually don’t, he smiles to himself as he carries them out of the bath, dresses the both of them and carries them back to their room. Not a guard in sight to discover the prince and his precious gardener. His beloved Y/N.

[bunnyjam-imagines]

Introduction and Rules!

Hello there!

You can call me Bunny, or Jam! My pronouns are he/they, and I am transmasc nonbinary. :3c

(Truscum, terfs, racists, homophobes, Stridercest fans dni.)

(Minors PLEASE dni with posts tagged N/S/F/W!)

I’m mostly just using this blog to post some imagines I’m writing for practice. I’ve got this project idea, and getting feedback on my portrayals of the characters would really help! (Feel free to ask about that project, too, as I will soon be posting about it in tandem with the imagines, haha~) Sooo feel free to send in whatever asks you like, as long as they adhere to the rules! Speaking of...

Rules:

I will only write for Homestuck characters, for now! (No fanventures, Hiveswap [yet], or characters who only appeared in the Epilogues or HS^2)

I only write Headcanons/Imagines at the moment, so please only request those!

I will ONLY write Canon x Reader. (Ex. Dirk x Reader, Jake x Reader, etc..)

Max of six characters per ask.

NO -cest of any kind. (No stridercest, vantascest, etc..)

NO pedophilia, kink, or gore-related asks.

NO dub-con/non-con or self-harm/suicide.

Borderline NSFW asks are fine (such as how aftercare is, their habits, etc.. I’m not writing out a full fic worth of information, or being super graphic, though!)

Pretty please do not try to RP in my dms/asks.

Trickster, Yandere, and Heinoustuck are all acceptable aus/versions to write for, and I will gladly accept requests for them <3

I’m usually fixed on romantic portrayals, but I will write for any quadrant!

Characters I write for:

I want to primarily write for six versions of Dave/Dirk, given the project that I’m working on! These are:

Dave (Beta)

Dirk (Alpha)

Hal (Alpha)

Davie (Trickster Au!Dave)

David (Heinoustuck!Dave)

Davian (Davesprite)

However, I do really like flexing my creative muscles and trying characters outside of my primary focuses! Sooo I will also write for:

-All the other Beta and Alpha humans.

-The Beta Trolls 

Thanks for reading, and happy asking!

(PS, I’ve never actually read the entirety of homestuck, so some of these depictions might be slightly off. I have, however, completed both Friendsim and Pesterquest, as well as read about 2.5k pages of Homestuck. I’m aware of all the plot spoilers, so dw about spoiling anything for me!)

(Also, every character I write is over 18, usually older! Everyone is an adult!)

[carmensbrain]

🌟seize the sol, as they say!🌟

Carmen/Carma 🎀 (she/her)

REQUESTS: CLOSED!!

Heya! I’m new to writing on tumblr so here’s my little intro!! ♡

Will write! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

-fluff

-angst

-scenarios/head cannons!!

-fem x masc

-fem x fem

- X fem! readers!!! ^O^

Wont write ( •᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

-nsfw!! I can do drabbles but nothing that explicit sorry!

-yandere/dark/dead🕊️ I can’t write anything like that for my own mental health and I don’t want to engage with it :[

-Masc x Masc as a woman I don’t think I should be writing for mlm as I don’t know how male attraction feels and I wouldn’t be able to accurately portray it sorry :(

- X masc! Reader I can’t write male readers, idk how y’all’s brains work and I don’t wanna

Fandoms/characters below cut!!

✧= priority

꩜= last pick

Overwatch

-Cole Cassidy ✧

-Gabriel Reyes/Reaper ✧

-Hanzo Shimada

-Genji Shimada

-Hana Song/D.Va

-Lúcio Correia dos santos

Call of duty: modern warfare

-Philip Graves

-Simon “ghost” Riley ꩜

-Kim “Horangi” hong-Jin

-Kyle “gaz” Garrick

Creepypasta/Marble hornets ꩜

-Tobias Rodgers/ticci Toby

-Natalie Ouellette/Clockwork

-Jane Richardson/Jane the killer

-Brian Thomas/hoodie

-Tim wright/masky

-Alex Kralie

Detroit become human

-Connor

-nines

-Gavin reed (if you ask nicely..)

-Kara

-Marcus

Misc

-Simon Henricksson (cry of fear)

-Dirk/Dave Strider (Homestuck)

-Hawks (my hero academia)

-Captain Curly (mouthwashing) [pre crash only]

-Leon S Kennedy (Resident evil 4)

More coming soon…

[timidtresleches]

Was backing up some files from my iPad and I found a few of my old yandere dirk x reader fics I wrote for myself. If I can get the text in those files I'm so gonna post some hehehe

[eyzoa]

Yandere Dirk || Puppets || Listen Here

Creep - Radiohead

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

Tears Over Beers - Modern Baseball

Mirrors - Arrested Youth

Sorry Sarah - Racoon Tour

Dirty Night Clowns - Chris Garneau

Your Sister Was Right - Wilbur Soot

Alien Blues - Vundarbar

[yandere--stuck]

You think a Yandere could have Hanahaki disease?

Oh, absolutely! I think the obsessive feelings would likely worsen the condition even further than normal!

It'd be all the more painful for lucid yanderes. They know it's life and death for them, but they also know that their feelings are unhealthy and you may agree to return their feelings purely out of guilt. Do they choose self preservation over your freedom?

I'm imagining Dirk for this. Him vomiting out petals just at the thought of you, holing himself up in his room as your texts and calls go unanswered. Every time he glances at the cache of pictures he's saved of you, the tightness in his chest worsens as flowers bloom in his lungs.

He needs you. He needs you so badly, he'll die without you.

[yanderes-galore]

romantic concept w/ post scratch dirk with a oblivious darling, please? like they don't see any of his red flags or take people serious when others warn them

I'd love to. Not fully proofread, sorry for mistakes!

Yandere! Dirk Strider with Oblivious! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Lucid yandere, Guilt, Clingy behavior, Possessive behavior, Protective behavior, Isolation, Dubious relationship.

Dirk both feels bad and blessed at your oblivious nature.

He's guilty because he can get away with so much with you, due to him being a lucid yandere.

Yet at the same time he's thankful you won't easily leave him due to his mistakes.

He's surprised when you don't catch on or even defend him.

Others are trying to warn you of what Dirk's capable of.

He's suffocating, obsessive, manipulative...

His obsession will consume you.

Yet you defend your friend valiantly, claiming that the others are just being silly.

Dirk would never do such a thing!

What kind of companion or partner would he be if he did?

Dirk is pleased you defend him... but guilt seeps in soon afterwards.

Behind your back he's using you... and he doesn't want to admit that.

The thought certainly eats away at him as he hangs around you.

People give him weird looks, they know what kind of monster he is.

But Dirk continues to keep up his facade.

He knows what's best for you... he can use this to his advantage...

But should he?

Even as his guilt erodes him he still finds pleasure in how you look at him.

You treat him like he's a caring boyfriend, clinging to him and kissing him.

He's still surprised you don't see anything wrong.

You don't notice the way he isolates you.

You only snuggle closer when his grip is more rough.

You're his oblivious partner... and he thinks he's going to keep you that way.

Surely if you knew the truth... you'd leave him.

You'd run out screaming and leave him alone.

That would be the best option for you to take... such a thought echoes in his mind and makes his heart pang.

Dirk would definitely take advantage of the oblivious behavior his partner expresses.

He feels guilty but tries to remove such thoughts.

It doesn't matter if this is wrong.

As long as you're safe, happy, and his... you'll be fine.

It may feel wrong... but this is right.

After all, if this was wrong, then you wouldn't love him like you do now.

Dirk's telling himself whatever he can to justify his obsession and actions.

He reminds himself of your smile, your warmth, your everything.

Why should he feel guilty when he indulges?

You aren't being hurt... in fact, you're being cared for well.

You're spoiled... safe... and happy.

That's all that matters.

You're in his hands... you're his.

You're his and he's sure you're happy being with him!

That's all he should care about...

There's no need to look into the manipulation he does to you, or the isolation.

You're happy...

You're happy and all his.

[twisted-broth]

1000 Follower Special!!

Wowwowwowwowwow

I actually never thought I would reach this milestone and I am actually so honored that this many people listen to my silly little simping. When I started writing fanfiction for Supernatural and Hamilton (YIKES) back in ye old 2017 I didn’t think it would amount to this. I never thought I would see my first request or a nice comment on my writing but I have and it makes my heart flutter every time I get an ask. I could go on for so long about how happy I am right now. Thank you thank you thank you

Anyways!!

I want to do something to celebrate this milestone and thank all my amazing followers! So I’m going to open up requests for personalized letters from your favorite character!

Here are the rules:

All rules in my pinned post still apply EXCEPT for the readers pronouns. This is a letter for you!

I will accept requests for until I say so

These letters can be to you specifically or to y/n

They can be private (only you will see it) or I can post it on the blog

Requests must be sent to me by DM (I don’t bite I promise)

Requests should include: characters name, your name and pronouns (or Y/n), if the letter is private or public, your relationship to the character, any pet names you would like the character to use, anything I should avoid, and literally anything else you want

Example: hi mikeah! My name is mikeah, my pronouns are he/him and I would like to request a letter from Leona where we are already dating. I’m fine with any pet names but please don’t mention food! Can you make him yandere? Thank you! The letter can be public.

(Be more specific but that’s the gist of it)

This follower special is not just for twst, I’ll write a letter for any fandoms in my pinned post.

Have fun!!

[yanyan-stuck]

I hope three characters is okay for one ask. For the yan alphabet, could i ask for D, S, I, Q, S, K and V for Strider clan (bro, dirk and dave).

You wrote S twice, and I didn't know what you were trying to write so I just did D, I, K, Q, S, and V

D, I, K, Q, S, and V for Dave, Bro, and Dirk

Dave

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

No, he wouldn't. He doesn't want to do anything you don't want him to, and even abducting you took him a while to get used to.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He just wants you to love him, even just slightly. He wants you to appreciate his presence, and accept the fact that he's not going to be leaving anytime soon.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's always trying to be around you, and spends most of his time with you, even if you aren't doing anything together. He'll talk quite a bit, and tries to be physically affectionate with you whenever the situation allows it.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He wouldn't be able to move on. If his darling dies, he'll reset the timeline as many times as it takes to get you to survive. Of you successfully escape, he'll spend as long as it takes looking for you, trying to track you down, too paralyzed with the fear of knowing that you could be hurt, or dead, to go back in time to keep you with him.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His childhood is probably what caused this. With how Bro raised him, he was used to being picked on and attacked by people he was supposed to be cared for by, so when you meet him, and when you are so nice to him, he can't stop himself from obsessing.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

If you act like you love him consistently for a long time, he might start to bring his guard down around you, but it will still be difficult to escape with all of his time powers.

Bro

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Yes, he would do pretty much anything he feels like, whenever he feels like it. He doesn't care if you consent to it or not, because it's not going to change what he does.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He doesn't have much of a plan of what he wants, other than having you belong to him. He would be satisfied with just having you and being able to do whatever he wanted to with you.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He acts very aggressively towards you, and any affection he gives you is very rough. He only visits you when he wants to give you affection of some kind or make fun of you, so almost all of your experiences with him will be negative.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you die, he'll probably find someone similar to you, and torment them instead. If you escape though, he will try to find you, and he will not give up.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He didn't have a real reason in the beginning, he just thought it might be fun to try, and he got a little bit too deep to stop.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

There's no personal weaknesses that would be visible to you, but he might occasionally "free" you, just so that he gets to capture you again and see the hopeless look on your face. It would be hard, but you may be able to fully escape during these times. He would still keep looking for you, so it might not be a permanent escape, but you may have enough time to tell someone what's happening.

Dirk

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He might try to do something from time to time, but he's never able to actually do anything against you. He always stops himself, and will probably apologize to you before he even starts to try it.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wants you to live with him, and have you fully rely on him. He also doesn't want to have to worry about you leaving, but he doesn't want you to be there involuntarily. That would be his favorite outcome, but he knows that would probably never happen, so he would be satisfied with any of that happening.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He tries to act casually around you, because he doesn't want you to hate him. He tends to overthink what he's doing, though. Because of this, he'll go through periods where he's completely silent and rarely visits you, only stopping by to drop off food and water. Most of the time he tries to make up for that by spending even more time talking with you.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. He would spend the rest of his life searching for you if you escaped, and he would use all resources at his disposal to find you. If you died, he would try to make a robotic version of you, so that he doesn't have to be completely without you.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He's always worried that you'll leave him, and it's the constant thoughts of you hating him that convince him to abduct you.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

If you consistently told him that you had no interest in being there, and that he was a monster for keeping you there, he might eventually let you leave out of guilt, but he'll probably still stalk and obsess over you.

[yanderu-deredere]

line.

★ you and your friends accept the gracious invite a couple of strangers extended to you. they didn't seem all that bad and, in fact, you get a bit attached to them! they're really kind after all...

a/n: here's the second part. i'm writing this before ive published the first part so here's crossing my fingers, hoping that first part gets good reviews loool this should be published the day after so! hope i didnt make yall wait to long!

like i warned in the first part, these yanderes are inspired by slashers. the first part didn't include any violence but this part might. i'll include in the warnings if it does. please heed the warnings! thank you!

part one (hook.) ★ part two (here) ★ part three (sinker.) ★ part four (?)

pairing: casimir fiala x reader x emmaline fiala word count: 2393 warning: gender neutral reader, reader is attracted to males and females, readers friends suck even more, reader is kind of pervy in this one, final ship is poly

When the entire group finally entered the couple's house, you were met with a hallway entrance. Unlike the outside of the house, the inside was nice and well-maintained.

"Pretty sweet house." Dirk wolf whistled as he walked ahead and looked around, his bag slung behind his shoulder. Chloe giggled at him as if what he said was a joke. You honestly didn't understand.

Of course, Bran had to put his two cents. "Pretty sweet for a glorified security guard."

"Shut up, don't be rude." You couldn't help but defend the couple a little, a frown marring your lips as you watched Emm look curiously at her husband, only for Casimir to roll his eyes as if to say 'Don't get me started'

Before you could venture further into the home, you felt a rough shove from beside you. You tried your hardest not to fall over; not an easy feat considering the hefty pack on your back.

When you glanced at who shoved you, you weren't exactly surprised to see it was Kathy. She mouthed at you to shut up, probably annoyed that you were telling her boyfriend off.

She had a weird notion that only she was allowed to do that.

Rolling your eyes, you just gave a curt nod and went on your way, trying to stick close to the couple and avoiding your friends who were oddly striking nerve after nerve with you today.

You weren't surprised. After years of the four of them keeping you around to use you for their own bullshit, you had gotten tired of it and tried to distance yourself.

Why did you even let them talk you into going on this trip?

Maybe a part of you still felt some sort of friendship for them. After all, even though they'd been terrible to you, you were good friends with them for a long time and that wasn't something easily forgotten.

Call it stupidity or some misplaced sense of loyalty.

"Make yourselves at home." Emm gestured to everything before pointing to the stairs directly at the end of the hallway "The third floor's off limits 'cus that's where we're at but everything is on the second floor."

"There is two guest bedrooms there and a shared bathroom." Casimir elaborated as he hung up his rather drenched lab coat "Usually, we keep it for the in laws and close family. They stayed recently so the rooms should still be good and clean."

"Why would anyone want to visit here..." You spotted Chloe running her fingers along a table by the door with a bunch of knickknacks on it, frown evident on her face

Emm tossed her motorcycle keys Chloe's direction and she had to snatch her hand back just to prevent it from smacking the back of her hand.

"We're not allowed a lot'a vacation days so family have to visit us here if the wan'a spend time with us." Emm easily explained, shrugging as she hung up her motorcycle helmet before just unceremoniously placing her elbow pads right next to her keys.

You ignored how much that didn't make sense and opted to look into one of the door ways branching off of the hall way.

Dirk was right, though. Their house was pretty impressive for an abandoned little town.

It reminded you of those historical movies set in rural Georgia or something; a lot of wood furniture, with the open wooden beams in the ceiling, and a lot of family heirlooms cluttered everywhere.

The room you specifically looked into was a living room, complete with a fire place and a creepy looking mirror hung above it.

The couches at least looked nice but they also looked ancient, with the floral patterns looking like they came from someone's Grandma's linen closet.

"No windows?" Kathy walked up next to you, taking every step like she was about to walk into a trap.

You would've rolled your eyes if you didn't think she would've shoved you into the rather nice coffee table as retaliation.

You gestured to a rather large window to your left but she just scoffed at you "That's a door."

You walked closer to observe and were surprised to be proven correct. It was a door. You could see something like a garden through the gauzy curtain covering the panes of glass.

"The lack of windows make it a little gloomy in here." Bran appeared right next to Kathy, arms crossed as he pretended to shiver from how scared he was of the bad lighting.

Kathy just laughed but you shook your head.

As you turned around, the three of you were suddenly blinded with light and, though you couldn't say the same for Bran and Kathy, you definitely jumped a little.

At the entrance of the living room, Casimir stood, his hand on a light switch and a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I am in charge of dinner, as I am every night. I was going to cook a rather nice scotch fillet for me and my wife. I have some extras I was going to save for later this week." He explained, drawing his hand away from the way to tuck it behind his back "Any allergies? And how would you like your steak cooked?"

"No allergies in the group." All the anxiety in Kathy's body seemed to evaporate at the thought of getting free dinner "And I love having my steak done medium well, thank you!"

"Well done for me." Bran grumbled out, not happy his girlfriend was so easily won over by a steak dinner

You, on the other hand, felt a little nervous accepting such a wonderful dinner invitation so you moved forward, dropping your bag next to the couch "Are you sure it's okay for you to cook us dinner?"

"It's late, the rain is predicted to keep up all night. I most certainly won't let my wife drive in the middle of the night even if it does stop." Casimir held out a hand as if to stop you from whatever you wanted to say "Let us at least do you this one favor. We don't get a lot of visitors after all and we're paid well enough by our jobs to afford feeding a bunch of strays."

When he said that, you saw his green eyes flicker for a second to Bran and there was some sort of irritation there but then it flickered back to you and all you could see was sweet politeness.

So, of course, you relented but not without compromise "At least let me help you prepare dinner."

Casimir seemed surprised by that but then he grinned "If you insist."

Then, his hand, which he had held up a second ago, raised even further to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingers seemingly lingering for a bit longer "How about I get the ingredients ready and you change out of those sopping wet clothes?"

"It won't do either of us good if you get a cold now would it?" He added and you felt your ears get a little hot with embarrassment.

He was right, you were getting a bit ahead of yourself. You gave a quick nod. Scurrying back, you picked up your bag and made a move to go upstairs.

As you passed by Bran, he shouldered you a little and you heard him whisper to you, "Don't flirt with him, you fucking freak."

You felt your face fall but you quickly tried to compose yourself.

You honestly should've been used to it by now. Bran always decided to knock you down a peg at random moments like that but, still, it always took you off your guard.

Before you could get up the stairs, a gentle hand cupped your elbow and you turned, curious to see who stopped you.

"Hi, sorry, darl', just wanted to say that you'll have to stay in a spare bed on the third floor." Emm smiled gently at you, the picture of a kind hostess "I hope you don't mind."

You quickly shook your head, trying to calm the heat on your face and ears "Of course not! You're already helping us so much after all the trouble we've put you guys through!"

Then, you leaned close, pretending as if you were going to tell her some terrible secret "Don't tell Bran I said this but it was honestly stupid of him to try and go through here as a short cut to Lovelock."

When you pulled back, there was an expression on Emm's face that you couldn't exactly decipher. Before you couldn't really think about it though, it was gone and she was back to smiling at you.

"Yeah, there's been millions'a people like him for sure." Emm nodded, hand gliding up to your forearm as she guided you up the stairs, probably to where your room was "I always think the fine's too big for'em to try but there's always anoth'r dum'ass every week."

You giggled a little at her words but your brain felt a little dizzy at the feel of her hand around your arm, the way her palm almost wrapped entirely around it, how firm her grip was on you.

She was one tough looking lady.

"Your other two friends are a'ready in their rooms, d'now if you were lookin' for them." She informed you as the two of you passed that landing before embarking on the second set of stairs to the third floor.

"How come you guys have such a huge house?" You couldn't help but wonder, the curiosity getting the best of you.

"This used't be the house of some big shot at the Pharma back in the day, before the factory closed. Someone with a big family, I reckon." She shrugged as the two of you got to the final step on the stairs "The Pharma gave us reign to the entire village and we were movin' in with my brother and sister at the time so we jus' picked the biggest house. The oth'r choices were way smaller or just straight up apartments."

You nodded before feeling a little surprised to see that the third floor looked like a second living room. There was another set of couches, a coffee table, TV set and a door leading to what you presumed was the master bedroom.

"I hope a pullout is okay with you?" Emm smiled apologetically at you "It's really comfortable, I promise."

Without thinking much about it, you took her hand into yours and gave it a little shake "It's really fine, truly. Like I said before, you've been more than hospitable to us. This is so much more than what we should expect."

Her smile grew wide and she swooped in, giving you a tight hug "I'm so glad you think so! You'd fit right in here, y'know."

You laughed, hugging her back. You didn't know exactly what she meant by that but she was just so nice and kind that you accepted her words easily.

"Now, I think I heard you say you'd help Cas out with dinner." She pulled away, her hands rubbing up and down your shoulders for a second before she turned you towards the closed door you spotted earlier "Let me show you the bathroom."

"Oh, wait, isn't that--"

"It's fine!" Emm waved off your concerns as she practically dragged you along, opening the door and gesturing to the other door on the far side "That's the bathroom, by the way."

Then she let you go to rifle around her drawers for something.

You couldn't help but look around a little, curious about their master bedroom. It looked like any other bedroom, albeit a little too clean. Big bed in the middle, nightstand on either side, dresser for both him and her. There was another door you assumed was a closet.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing, I was just--" You were about to answer her except, when you turned to look at her, she was in the middle of taking off (or putting on?) her shirt and you panicked, your entire face feeling as hot as a kettle.

You turned around, squeaking out apology after apology as you scrambled into the bathroom, heart beating a mile a minute.

You locked the door and put down your bag, changing as fast as you could while trying to erase the image of Emm changing in your head. Still, you couldn't.

She was a married woman so you felt guilty but that didn't change the fact that she was very beautiful. Her body was built but curvy, pudgy but in a way where you could tell she had muscles underneath, with black and red tattoos swirling all over her tanned skin.

All you could remember was the lace of her black bra cupping her breasts, the way they were too big and seemed to overflow at the top of the cups.

Even her pants hung low, revealing the tops of her matching underwear and the hints of a tattoo on her wide hips.

You wanted to slap yourself.

She was a married woman! And she was being so gracious to you! Why were you lusting over her like some stupid high school kid? You idiot!

You tapped your head a few times as if you could tap the thought right out of your head before continuing with your changing.

When you exited with your bag, she was gone, probably weirded out by your staring. You sighed and just dropped your bag off at the couch right outside their bedroom.

Then, you walked downstairs. You wanted to check on Chloe and Dirk but, from the giggling right outside their room, you rather gouge your eyes out.

So, instead, you headed directly to the kitchen.

Casimir was already there, looking dressed and ready to cook. He had a different button up, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He also had an apron around his waist and his hair was tied in a messy bun high on his head.

There was something both domestic and handsome about the way he was dressed.

"Ah, my dear Igor, you've gotten dressed." He smirked as soon as he spotted you, his hand doing a couple of final flicks to roll up his last sleeve "There's an apron there, on the chair--"

You spotted it quickly and put it on, though you struggled a bit to tie it at the back.

Casimir chuckled a little, all deep and rich, before going behind you and helping you tie it.

"So, if I'm Igor, does that mean you're Dr. Frankenstein?" You tried to keep the silence at bay as he tied your apron and you rolled your sleeves up to your elbows.

He chuckled again "Of course. Though, hopefully, our cooking doesn't end up as convoluted as the Creature."

As he got ready at the kitchen counter, you couldn't help but turn a little meek "Uhm, by the way, did you see where Emm went?"

Casimir didn't spare you a glance as he set out a board and some vegetables out, probably for you to cut or dice "Oh, I think she went out to park her motorcycle? Probably so it doesn't rust in this downpour."

You frowned but took your place beside Casimir who seemed intent on peeling the potatoes as best as he could "When-- When she was uhm showing me the bathroom-- I uhm-- I accidentally-- you know-- I uhm--"

That's when Casimir finally stopped and peeked at you, his green eyes justas intimidating as when you first saw him out on that main road, by the factory.

"I a-accidentally saw her ch-changing." You squeaked, unable to keep your gaze on him

Instead of anger, Casimir suddenly clapped a hand on the back of your neck and pulled you close, that same deep and rumbling chuckle leaving his lips "Is that all? It's fine. If she had a problem with it, you wouldn't be with me, chopping up vegetables."

"O-Oh, okay!"

"She's taken quite a liking to you. I can tell." He continued to peel the potatoes, chucking the peeled ones in a bowl before gesturing to some broccolini and asparagus that needed trimming "Don't worry, if she had a problem with you, she will let you know."

"I'm sure she's told you but you'd be a good fit here, you know."

"Yeah, she said that." You started chopping the bottoms of the asparagus absentmindedly "What does that mean?"

"Just that we both really like you. Your friends take you for granted. You're a really great person." Casimir shrugged before bumping his hip against yours "Have you ever thought of settling here in Lovelock permanently?"

"Oh, I mean, there's not really anything waiting for me back at home other than a college degree." You laughed nervously before shrugging too "I don't know, I think it'd be nice but I'm-- I've never-- I don't know."

You could see Casimir look unsure for a second, like he was panicked and didn't know what to say, before he sighed "Sorry if I said something-- Or-- I'm not good with words or with feelings."

"But you have a place to stay with Emm and I if you ever need it."

You grinned at him, nodding "I really appreciate it! Thank you!"

When you looked up at him, there was a strange expression on his face. KInd of similar to that expression on Emm's face earlier. You chalked it to you just being weird. Instead, you focused on your asparagus, excited about the dinner coming.

[turing-temporal]

Y,,, yandere Dirk hcs?

Anon I kin your giant brain

- Surveillance, surveillance, surveillance. Dirk has cameras installed at the entrance to every door you regularly walk through, one in the kitchen, and at least 3 different angles of where you sleep. He just can’t stand being alone again, without you there, so whenever he can’t be with you in person he stalks watches over you. To protect you of course, obviously.

- It’s a long game with Dirk, and he’s patient. You wouldn’t even notice it at first unless you were looking, and even then you’d have trouble. It starts off slowly, with him mentioning questionable things he’d seen your “friends” doing, asking if you knew about the things they were saying about you behind your back. When you finally break it off with your very confused former friends, Dirk is conventionally there with open arms and some room to spare. You’re welcome to stay with him for as long as you want, until you feel better again. He’ll even sleep on the couch if you want, he doesn’t mind you sleeping on his sheets every night.

- He draws totally ironic ship art of you two, just basic stuff like looking cool together, holding hands, or things in the same vein as the bby eatin jake art (don’t be fooled, it was just an excuse to draw you in wedding clothes), and shares them with you. The most tepid ones come first, as he only shows you the next one after you’ve shown a reaction that isn’t negative. If you seem uncomfortable, he’ll put it away...and wait until you trust him a little more to show you the next one.

- He keeps you busy. Wether it’s fighting/training with him or one of his robots, asking for your opinion on his latest music project, or just hanging out and talking, he doesn’t let you get a moment alone. He refuses to give you the chance to be alone with your thoughts, out of fear that just a few seconds of clarity will make you realize he’s been keeping you prisoner. He’s not exactly above outright chaining you up, and he’s sure he’s going to have to show his true colors eventually, but he wants to savor every moment that you seem genuinely happy with him for as long as he can.