#yandere dream headcanons

[aphroditelovesu]

Can you do Scarlet Witch!Reader x Dark!Morpheus headcanons please? I’m really curious how he would go about forcing the reader to stay by his side compared to human reader! Like is it even possible? How low would he go?

���⌛— lady l: I didn't plan on writing this but after reading your request I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like, so… Here it is! I confess that I don't know if it was really good but I hope you still like it, anon. Seriously, now I'm wanting to write a short yandere!Morpheus oneshot with Scarlet Witch!Reader… What i'm going to do now?

❝⌛ tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking, implied non-con, mention of torture during sleep and curses.

❝⌛ pairing: yandere!morpheus/dream of the endless x scarlet witch!reader

First, we have to ascertain the chances of Morpheus going to the point of madness from his obsession, even more so with her being a Scarlet Witch. Given the fact that Dream is already canonically obsessive, he as a yandere is even more intense, his emotions are more twisted and stronger than before. He doesn't understand why he feels that way or why he's so desperate for the reader, but he is and the King of Dreams won't give up until he has you on his side. Morpheus doesn't care if you're not human, although he'd rather you were because that would make things easier for him, but either way, he won't give up on his obsession or the love he thinks he has for you. You will be his, whether willingly or by force, but you will be his and his alone.

Morpheus is an Endless, a being older than the gods themselves, he is billions of years old and has some failed romantic experiences and it was those failures that made him who he is. Honestly, he couldn't imagine falling in love again let alone the way he felt about you. He always knew about beings like you, but never cared, however after accidentally meeting you, a Scarlet Witch, he ended up falling in love faster than he wanted to admit. At first, Dream tried to ignore those feelings and focus on other things, but you kept coming back to his mind. He couldn't get you out of his head and he didn't understand why.

Once Morpheus became aware of his feelings for you he would try to fight it, ignoring the growing and burning desire for you as best he could, but unfortunately he couldn't do it for much longer. Every hour, every minute of the day, you were all he could think about. Morpheus thought that this was Desire's silly prank or that you had cast some kind of spell on him, but soon came to the conclusion that it was neither. He decided not to do anything, at least for the time being, he contented himself with watching you from the Dreaming, caring and closely observing his dreams. Dream was content with that, at least for a while, but when his desire and his obsession got the better of him, he would have to do something. And he would.

He would be none the less subtle in his approach to you and without further ado, Morpheus will tell you that he is in love with you and wants you to be with him. Forever. At that moment, you have two life-changing choices that will lead in the same direction, but one choice being harder than the other, accept him or deny him. You were confused by the sudden confession, you and Morpheus had seen each other before but it was briefly and you just exchanged a few quick words without thinking too much, so why all of a sudden? None of that made sense, so you rejected him. You said no, you rejected him, and that was your biggest regret. You should have known better, Morpheus doesn't take rejections very well.

Once the words of rejection come out of your mouth, Morpheus will freeze as if he's been stabbed, before his lip trembles and a wistful ''no'' falls from his lips, while his eyes filled with pure madness never cease to face you. You were alarmed by the expression of madness on the Dream King's face and even more so when he uttered a hateful no, at that very moment you realized the terrible mistake you had just committed. However, you wouldn't give in that easily, if you ever would. You don't belong to him or any other person or being, you are free to do what you want and it won't be an Endless that will take away your right to life choice. Well, that's what you thought.

If you agree to keep him, Morpheus will be nothing but the most generous lover you could wish for. He will pamper you and fulfill all your darkest desires, you will be covered in adornments from head to toe. He would love and idolize every inch of your body, his eyes will be filled with nothing but pure desire and love when looking at you. He will be merciful to you and will try his best to take care of you in whatever way he can. He hates it when you use your powers for the benefit of others. Don't you think you're too good to people who don't deserve your kindness? Morpheus will not try to restrict the use of your powers but will be wary of your surroundings with this.

But what if you reject it? Let's just say this won't end well for you. Morpheus knows that it will be more difficult to force you to stay with him because of what you are and what you are capable of. He is well aware of the extent of your powers and how dangerous you can be but he still won't let you beat him. And honestly, why should he? He's an Endless and he's more powerful than ever but he can't help but feel sulky around you. Listen to me, he will never leave you alone and he will be persistent in wanting you with him, no matter what you do, you can run from him all you want and he will always be after you. Morpheus knows how to be patient and will learn everything he can use against you, your power source and your weaknesses just so he can catch you in the end.

You can even shape reality or alter it, but Morpheus will hardly be affected by it. He is not immune to magic but will be more difficult to deal with after being trapped by Roderick Burgess. You can use all of your power against him and he still won't leave you alone. Morpheus will probably wear you out because, in a desperate attempt to keep him at bay, you've exhausted yourself and reached your limit and he managed to catch you. Or there is also the possibility that, when you sleep, he traps you in your dreams. The time you are most vulnerable to him is during your sleep and he will use that against you. Morpheus will likely give you Eternal Sleep until you finally accept him, and only then will you be released from your own torment. And even if you don't, he can always invade your dreams and stay with you while he takes care of your sleeping body. No matter what you are, Morpheus will never leave you alone.

The point is, Morpheus will go way too low to have you for him. Human, goddess or Scarlet Witch... You will still be his, he has no morals when it comes to you and will go as low as possible for you to be his. He'd rather you were a human because you're easier to deal with but you'll still be his. No matter how long it takes for him to get you, he will know how to wait for the right moment. Maybe he'll find a way to remove your powers or he'll just curse you to sleep forever and he'll still have you. He will always manage to have you, now you just have to accept that there is no way to escape him. Even though you are an extremely powerful being, he will find a way to beat you. He always does.

''I di not want to have to do this but you left me no choice. I give you the gift of Eternal Sleep. Where you will only be released after accepting our involvement, but don't worry, I will keep you company and take good care of you.''

[lilacxquartz]

love you, love you, love you;

mr. crawling x reader

plot: some things are best expressed without the need of words — themes: spooning/cuddling, smut, maybe yan vibes — w.c: 1.1k

a/n: my first homicipher related fic. i want to try one for mr. silvair & mr. gap next, bc they were also my favs. this game has been taking over my life so much lately. like it’s been in my dreams, haaah.

masterlist • ao3

Mr. Crawling was always loud when he was excited within your company; his laughter filled out the vast empty spaces that were otherwise unadorned with familiarity. Whatever you once sought from those winding corridors was ever-fleeting, temporary, leaving you stuck within the confines of his company.

Yet, when he felt what you could only interpret as affection—that’s when Mr. Crawling then became different—quiet, soothing, kind but also… curious.

And when you would usually sleep, he would stand watch, knelt over the floor as per his usual stance but sometimes crouched near you, sometimes leaning back against the wall with his legs pressed up against his chest. He would watch you as his life depended on it, unwavering in focus and with eerie intensity. He would watch as your chest rose and fell, leaning close on occasion to catch the sweep of your breath and sometimes, he would trace the pad of his milky fingertips in long, languid strokes against your face. Always so delicate, so tender, but for the most part, quiet and even shy.

Having once caught a glimpse of Mr. Gap in your blanket space, however, set something territorial off for Mr. Crawling and he was never able to recover from such an invasion. The very idea that someone else was able to infiltrate what he deemed to be your space—especially someone who he disapproved of—wasn’t something he could stand for. Especially with the sort of trickster Mr. Gap was, he couldn’t bear to see you get hurt. It would kill him on the inside (and on the outside, too).

So, just as you were getting into bed to rest up once more, he too, slipped in under the covers with you. At first, you were startled as usual, turning to face him with confusion evident in your eyes, murmuring out some words in a language that he still could not understand. He repeated something back, the meaning lost and indecipherable upon your ears, though soon surrendering to emphasis using gestures instead. A hug to bring you closer, a reassuring pat on your head and a small, longing kiss over your nose.

You listened to his words again, repeating over and over like a broken record.

Perhaps he meant no harm, after all.

You turned your back to him and settled into his chest, finding that he was surprisingly warm for what he was. His taller frame encased your body, wrapping his ashen arms around your waist—accidentally brushing the fabric that sat over your breast—nicking the cloth ever so slightly. Your breath hitched in surprise and as though in sheepish realisation, he withdrew right away, terrified that you were upset with him.

You drew out a long breath, reminding yourself again, that after everything that has happened thus far…

That, Mr. Crawling does not want to hurt you.

That Mr. Crawling has only ever helped you.

So perhaps, right now, Mr. Crawling only wanted to be closer to you.

You relaxed your breathing, settling into his comforting shadow once more and allowed for his presence to envelop you. He repeated the soothing motions of his grappling arm, although he held onto you softer that time. His hands explored your body with a delicate touch, as though afraid of breaking you—of upsetting you again—his motions growing confident the longer that you didn’t protest. It wasn’t long before he, otherwise not disturbed by your lacking, conscious awareness, decided to explore further with you. Mr. Crawling’s fingers didn’t ask for permission that time, creeping beneath the clinging fabric, feeling your skin against his palms, inviting a pleased, almost delighted smile to curl on his lips.

The silence remained unbroken as Mr. Crawling continued his explorative focus on you; the quickly-building evidence of his need growing harder the longer he pushed himself behind your body, the repeated touches arousing something warmer within him. To both his surprise as well as your own—you were not repulsed, allowing him to creep even lower, below the skirt of the dress and up, brushing his hand up to your exposed skin and, reading into it—you communicated your consent from the moment you parted your legs, allowing him to get even closer.

Confidence surged in Mr. Crawling as he pushed himself into your hilt, allowing his hardened length to slip inside. Betraying the stagnant silence, he shuddered out a ragged gasp before giving into his own rising need; grinding himself into your sopping sex with steadily increasing fervour. His fingers clamped around the curve of your hips as he held you in place, slamming every last inch of himself deep into your core.

Ever touch-starved yet wanting nothing more than to surrender to the sensation of you, Mr. Crawling continued to drive his cock into your needy cunt, soon wrapping his winding arms around your body and holding on tight. He bucked intensely as you soon succumbed to breathless whimpers, incoherently begging for his name. Equally desperate whines rolled off the slip of his tongue as he found his lips pressed into the crook of your neck, dampening your skin with sloppy wet kisses—as many as he could give.

It felt overwhelming for you in a way to be worshipped like this but you did your best to keep up with such intensity, especially as the warm, tingling pleasure built up inside of you, too. You held on just as tight as he did, your hand seeking out his own—fingers weaving into his bony digits—interlocking and squeezing tight the closer you got, your grip and otherwise clenching need tightening simultaneously. To feel him losing himself inside of you was dare you admit, addicting, feeling him completely fill and stretch you out leaving you almost dizzied from the impaling force.

Mr. Crawling, like you, soon surrendered to the rolling bliss from the flick of his hips, feeling a surging warmth mount and rise, encouraging him to lose himself to the searing heat of the moment and you. Encircling your body in a possessive hug, he suddenly began to mutter out a new word in a strained mantra, again and again.

Given how desperate he seemed to be, you understood the meaning as ‘close’, especially as his actions grew more strained and less controlled.

“Close, close, close,” he repeated.

It didn’t take his chased release to catch up as his hips grew to a stutter, rutting out one final pump before melting into you. Mr. Crawling cried into your neck, spilling out the entirety of his overflowing love, feeling the pent-up devotion trickle down your thighs—yet not letting you move away—still retaining his claim on you.

Instead, he kept you even closer than before, not allowing you to part from him ever again (despite understanding your yearning for rest).

Words were never the problem, it seemed.

Mr. Crawling would have always found a way to… connect with you.

[alucardsathomewife]

Would

[cozymoko]

MOTHERLY READER HCS (FT. SIYUN BAEK)

Synopsis: Siyun Baek growing up with a motherly "obsession". ♡

Pairing: Siyun Baek x female! reader

Format: Headcanons

WARNING(S): Yandere themes, obsession, mild spoilers

Word Count: 1.7k

IN MIDDLE SCHOOL, the two of you were very popular amongst your peers. Siyun for his good looks and charisma; and you for your kind, nurturing attitude that could make anyone swoon. Siyun was no exception.

Your kindness drew him in like a bee, mindlessly chasing sweet nectar constantly, persistently even. Oh dear, can you blame him? It was a thing he was so selfishly robbed of by his own “loving” parents. Something you seemed to have a lot of for even those who don’t deserve it.

It was Love.

Only his closest friends knew of his slight “crush” on you and it came as no surprise. You were loved unconditionally by those in your year, platonically and romantically. You were sweet, and optimistic, and wore your heart on your sleeve for anyone to see. What wasn’t there to like?

Alas, getting close to you was the issue. When you weren’t crowded by students, he was. When you were by yourself and peaceful, he wasn’t. When he finally had free time his nerves were practically eating him alive, causing him to shy away from any attempt to speak with you.

However, giving up wasn’t an option. He wouldn’t allow it.

Naturally, you were chosen as class rep, leaving you to tend to all classroom affairs. Which was quite laborious for just one person. Your teacher, taking note of your troubles, finally gave you a hand. (By making one of your classmates help you.)

“Baek Siyun, help {Name} deliver these to the faculty office.”

You snorted. Not what I had in mind but I'm not complaining.

The walk from homeroom to the facility office was a lengthy difference away. Finding the tense silence to be a bit uncomfortable, you decide to make conversation with your popular senior.

“It's been a while since we've spoken, Baek Siyun; how are you?” You smiled, gazing fondly at your classmate. “You're much quieter than usual, are you sure you're eating properly?”

It was true that you’d never had an actual conversation with the boy, but nonetheless, you remembered his name. It was impossible to forget when everyone in your year was practically enamored with him, though you could clearly see why. So as one does, you strike up a conversation with him.

However, you had not expected that to kickstart such a wonderful beginning.

TWO MONTHS LATER...he asked you out in front of the school at that. In his hand was a bouquet of colorful peonies wrapped in fluorescent papers, with a gigantic teddy bear hooked safely beneath his unoccupied arm. A soft pink painted his skin as he patiently awaited your response. He looked so bashful and sweet that it was almost adorable.

How the fuck could you ever reject that?

Siyun had never been one to stay in one place, in his unloving home nonetheless. Most of his nights were spent at your house, with no call or even a text from his parents on a normal day. Fortunately, your parents were wealthy enough to host the two of you on most days.

You pat his head, motioning towards the clock, flashing [18:27]. Much too late for him to be here, in your house, suffocating you. His childish whines interrupted your thoughts, tickling your skin as he made no real effort to move. He peered at you through thick lashes and you swore you could see hearts in his pale eyes. You sighed, “Figures.”

You were aware of his situation but you never expected him to run away, without contacting you at that. You were devastated, searching every perimeter of his neighborhood. Up, Down, Over, and Under: No matter where you looked, Siyun was nowhere in sight.

Exact at the park down the street from your goddamn house.

“Hey, Siyoon-Ah, where have you been?” You huffed, resting your hands amidst the tempting curve of your hips. You looked as if you wanted to scold him. Yell at the top of your lungs until your throat grows raw, harsh breaths wracking your body. Unbeknownst to you, that's exactly what he wanted.

IN HIGHSCHOOL...you decided to keep your relationship a secret to Siyun’s dismay, but only to maintain his career! It's not like you wanted him to be surrounded by so many girls, vying for his attention. You hated it! Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that.

“Baby, why are you ignoring me~?” Siyun whined into your chest, his sharp eyes peeking at you through heavily tinted sunglasses.

He had grown much clingier in the time you spent together but given his situation you expected nothing less.

“Was I? I’m sorry, I was just thinking…That’s all.” You weren’t lying but something about your actions gave it away. You had been staring at a random group of girls who you’d recognized from your class, watching them with a bitter expression.

“As much as I enjoy your jealousy, I’d rather see you smile.” He cooed, gently kissing your lips. “I’ll quit being an idol if that’s what you want. I don't mind us being public.”

“Siyun, no!”

In public he never referred to you formally, however, you did. You wished to keep this act up when he could give two fucks about it. Hearing you refer to him in polite speech made him was to bite you, (the fuck) considering you were already past that stage already.

But considering the two of you were attached at the hip, some of your peers had begun to suspect some things; (insert names), specifically. (insert name) had been vying for your attention since you first arrived at that school and you weren’t having it. Seeing the way he treated his fans made you a bit uncomfortable; his arrogance didn't excite you.

He was a polar opposite of your boyfriend and you weren't very interested in speaking with him.

“Sorry Kang Na-Hyuk Sunbae, but I'm already interested in someone. I cannot return your feelings.”

You give him a strained smile, lightly swaying on the balls of your feet. You watch his hand coil into tight fists

“Who is it—?”

“[Name]!” You visibly perk up at the sound of your name, turning to the direction of the culprit.

“Baek Siyun, hi!” Before you knew it you were at his side, ignoring how the idol's gaze lingered on the man just a distance away.

That's when it clicked.

You were romantically involved with Siyun Baek.

Then the rumors started, spreading around the school like a wildfire, tearing down. His reputation in a matter of seconds. It made you sick, being subjected to appalling rumors about your lover, behind his back nevertheless. Watching everyone turn their back on their favorite idol over a few lies. 

But you stayed by his side.

“Look at [Last Name], she's too sweet for her own good, hanging out with someone like him.”

“Right, hasn't she heard that he's violent? Poor girl.”

“Maybe we should talk her out of this, it's too dangerous!”

You payed them no mind as though they slipped in one ear and out the other.

The idol world was a very shady place filled with assholes and weirdos all around it. Your mind had led you to believe this was the doing of a certain brunette, and you weren't too far off.

Despite how calm he looked on the outside, his facade was crumbling. Siyun had lost his temper countless times, fueling the pointless drama swarming the media. Yet, you didn't turn on him. You comforted him as you always did.

Siyun had begun to cave into your affection. He craved you, his only real source of support. Even when those around him looked down upon him, you had not. You gently stroked his ashen locs, hugging him close in a secluded area of the school.

All he needed was you.

HIS ACCIDENT left you heartbroken and you could hardly contain yourself at word of it. Your feet carried you long and far to the hospital that had been hosting him, as you drowned out the faint shouts of your parents behind you.

You knew what Kang Na-Hyuk had done and you couldn't help but think you were at fault. Were you not careful enough with your actions? Did your rejection have something to do with this? How badly was he hurt?

Regardless, you couldn't help but blame yourself. One of the sweetest (and craziest) boys you've ever met was in the hospital and you couldn't do anything to stop it.

“Please show me Baek Siyun's room!” A soft pink dusted your cheekbones at your volume, but you did your best to ignore it.

Your feet carried you down the cold hallways, aching and fatigued. You could hardly remember the last time you ran so fast. You burst through the door, halting the conversation being held within it.

“Out!” You huffed, leaning on the door. “Get the fuck out, all of you!”

Siyun sat there wide-eyed at your outburst, you were never one to curse but you could hardly help yourself. You approached his bed, gently grazing his chilled skin with sorrowful eyes. Even then all you could do was apologize, apologies for something you took no part in.

“How cute~ What are you apologizing for? You didn't do this to me.” A warm feeling bloomed in his chest at your arrival. He never realized just how much he missed you.

“Well...I—Hey!” You shouted, “Siyun-Ah, what're you—?!”

You were so sweet he swore he could just eat you up!

Siyun buried his head between your breasts. His slim fingers grip your sides, leaving deep crescent moons in his wake. He bit his lip, nearly enough to draw blood as he refused to meet your curious gaze. The sporadic drumming in his chest left him flushed, huffing out rushed breaths every second.

He smiled, Maybe this isn't all that bad.

Sure having his idol friends was fun. He wanted them by his side. But eh what's the point? Having his girlfriend coddle him was way more up his alley anyways. You were much more enjoyable to be around than all of them combined.

And at least you'll be here forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and EVeR and EvEr and EveR and EVER!

[zeyris-daydreams]

The Silent Overture ; Yandere!Sunday x reader

Synopsis; Fools put their hands into messes they do not know of. Further than that, said fools then reject the punishment bestowed. Alas all who try to work against Sunday’s good name are such sinners, and yet in your case especially, he found some mercy within his heart. Then again is such mercy better than facing justice in court of law?

Alternatively; Sunday gives you an easy repentance after you dared to try and ruin his image after being commissioned by a faction he’d rather not think of. You are full of ingratitude, like all sinners are. It doesn’t help that a spy like yourself can’t even get the job done.

Short and sweet four-chapter series based upon a dream I had with Sunday as the main actor.

For this one warnings are: implied kidnapping, abuse of power of harmony, improper use of power of harmony, non consensual touching, drugging if you squint, spies.

# 1 ; fugue [tmblr] [ao3]

# 2 ; lethargy [tmblr] [ao3]

# 3 ; ???

# 4 ; ???

[writingzen]

KISSES ♡‧ ⁺彡

✧ pairing- dojaejung x reader

✧ summary-type of kisses with dojaejung

✧ warnings- kissing (obviously), suggestive touching, use of “good girl”, teasing, etc

✧ A/N- In honor of dojaejung debuting, here’s this. I know I’m really fucking late but take it anyway, please. Anyway, stream perfume and kiss by dojaejung, just stream the whole album. (Not really proofread)

Doyoung- Passionate and sensual. Likes to take the lead and assert his control when he’s kissing. He definitely knows how to kiss too and puts a lot of feeling into it. He especially knows what you like and uses that to his advantage, making you as submissive as possible, a good girl if anything. He would want to take it slow at first and make every second feel absolutely surreal, kissing you tenderly, feeling every emotion he feels before speeding up while still having that sweetness to it, making you desperate for more, wanting you to crave him like he craves you. Sometimes he even wants you to try and take the lead, just so he can tease you and take it right back because he knows he always can. His hands cup your waist as your lips melt Into his, settling on his lap, slowly grinding as a groan plays off his lips. He smirks, before stopping your hips harshly, your mouth gapes, a gasp escaping as he bites in your lower lip. “What’s wrong baby? Can’t take it?”

Jaehyun- slow and passionate. I feel like jae takes his time with things, he doesn’t feel the need to rush. But not in a boring way, but In a he just knows he can satisfy you either way-way. So if he wants to keep it slow, it’s going slow. He knows how to keep you on your toes while making you feel more desperate for him as the kisses deepen, keeping you hooked, addicted. He’s also handsy, loves the feeling of his hands on you, touching you softly and harshly at the same time. His lips connecting to yours slowly, tilting his head to the side, gaining more access to let his tongue wetly glide in before parting, leaving to your neck where he slowly leaves rose pink marks while his hands cup your waist in place, stopping any unwanted movements from you. “Y/n” he breathes out, his lips coming to meets your again, lingering over your now bruised lips and though you are just millimeters away, he doesn’t lean in, he doesn’t even try to kiss you as you chase his lips. A smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he speaks again teasingly but softly “y/n~” repeating your name, taking it apart slowly, like he’s learning it for the first time, like he can’t think of a better word.

Jungwoo- I think jungwoo is the type to start off playful and sweet. Sharing small pecks and soft giggles before he takes the chance to speed up. Getting rougher and passionate as it continues. Hands roaming your body, touching you in ways you can only dream of as your lips move in sync. As he continues to speed it, the kiss quickly gets messier and messier allowing a fuck ton of tongue to happen and lets out the most lewdest nosies he can make. He’ll let you know how he’s feeling, let’s you know that he likes it and wants more. He 100% whines and rambles in between kisses as his hands pull you close, body against his, wanting you so much closer than possible, desiring every part of you. He pulls back, leaving wet kisses on your neck and collar bones, coloring purple marks against your skin before whispering sweet words as a whine escapes his lips, “please, more”

[kitkatmochi]

Darling: *dozing off while filling a spreadsheet from hand written data*

Yan! Dream-eater: *watches*

Darling: *falls asleep*

Yan! Dream-eater: ..........

*timeskip*

Darling: *wakes up* shit- I forgot to- wait... what? *looks at the completed spreadsheet* oh I must've finished then?

[heartfullofleeches]

hhhhhh hhhh A village with dark roots sacrifices a beautiful woman once every year and pretty amab darling who is both stunning and a traveler to the region is next on the chopping block. Bound and left for dead they're saved by the very spirits that haunt the land and discover the truth while dressing their wounds. The goddess of the lady falls for them between their time in the village and their time while her flock and allows them to keep their mortal form so lonpusseg as they never leave her forest. Darling, a presumably single travel winds up with twenty otherwordly wives who ritualistically drain them all day and night seeking pleasures they'd long forgotten or never knew during their times as humans. Villagers hear distant screams and hang their heads for the lost souls they're ripped from when in reality the cries they hear are darling's pathetic whimpers and moans as they're mounted for the tenth time that evening alone

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Executive Proton from Pokémon was?????? a yandere????? for a player-like character????? AND I HEADCANON HIM AS AROACE??????????????????

[circeyoru]

Once Upon A Dream = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Malleus Draconia!Reader]

The Request

The bells of judgment rang all throughout Hell as the red sky was split open like there was a crack in the glass. A golden crack that poured in winged humanoids dressed in black and white, with horned masks covering the soldiers’ head, in their hands held spears of silvery colour that shine and reflect any form of light that shines on it. Sickly grins painted all their masked faces as their wings flapped and descended to the inferno realm. 

You, a foreigner of this realm known as Hell, watched while standing at the highest point of the building that the Princess owned and loved with all her heart and soul. Your grip on your staff tightened as the winds howled and your green dragon-like eyes followed the exterminators’ movement through the portal from Heaven to Hell. You raised your staff that has a spinning wheel on top and it glowed an eerie green before the same glow surrounded your form. 

It happened like any other day, you were enjoying your time in Twisted Wonderland and strolling with your bodyguards slash family and friends on the forest grounds of Night Raven College when you were suddenly brought to another universe. No one feared you, nor did they shriek at the sight of your horns atop your head. Rather, they dared to show you disrespect. It was foreign but an experience you didn’t shy away. You walked around and came across a cutely drawn poster of a ‘Happy Hotel’ ran by the Princess of Hell.

Well, you needed a place to stay while you figured things out so you sort out this Happy Hotel. To your pleasant surprise, no one inside feared you or actively avoided you out of fear or anything you were familiar with. The dear Princess, Charlie Morningstar as you soon learned, was quick to label you as a ‘patient’ and a newcomer in Hell. The latter was correct as you were new to Hell and this world, but the former, well, you were amused, so you let it slide.

Overtime, you never used your powers in front of them but behind closed doors, you experimented to try to find a way back home. As much as you enjoyed your time with Charlie and the other residence, it wasn’t home so you knew you had to leave, but you’d never rob yourself of the experience of a lifetime to mingle so freely with them. Never have you been able to be so outgoing and lively, you recall yourself always observing and standing on the sidelines. Here, you can be yourself. Perhaps this was the growth your guardians wanted you to have when they enrolled you into Night Raven College. 

Still though, you owe a lot of your opened self to the charming demon called Alastor. Like you, he was whispered to be dangerous and a figure to be feared. And feared he was, but unlike you, that never deterred him from being as outgoing and spontaneous as he was to anyone. He, along with Charlie, was someone that gave you a hand in the darkness and guided you out of the mist that you shrouded yourself in. Through his encouragement and stubbornness, he pushed you into the limelight and bathed you in warmth you never enjoyed unless you were with your close ones or subject of interest. Truely, you have a lot to thank the hotel staff.

That was why you planned to do as you will. War between the hotel’s residence and Heaven’s warriors have been sealed and is about to commence, but you who have never used magic, not to mention your unique magic, even once in front of others will now do so. Despite being a feared and isolated individual, you’re not one to wish for bloodshed and pain on others, much less the people/demons you’ve grown soft for. So for their kindness and generosity towards you all this time, you will grant them all a dream where only their greatest desires and wants come true. Until the day ends and the angels will be forced to return as per the agreement of their extermination period.

“Spinning wheel of fate, keep pulling the thread of disaster. As Ruler of the Abyss, I shall bestow this upon you. Fae of Maleficence.” You casted with your staff raised in the air, the wheel on the spinning wheel began to spin to the point it turned into a disc with glowing green aura. You lowered it and waved it in a semi-circle in front of you to let your green aura spread below you.

Green vines creeped down from your spot and thorns began to form the longer it grew, they reached to the battlefield where the two sides clashed. Before the vines reached them, your aura did first, you watched with narrowed eyes as their movements slowed until whatever they were holding was dropped to the ground. Murmurs of confusion and accusations flooded the battlefield. It was in this time that one by one the numbers of beings conscious dropped like flies. To your friends’ enemies, they fell into a bed of vine coated with thorns. To your dearest friends, they laid on a bed of vine with blossomed flowers to soften their fall.

“Mhm.” You hummed with a satisfied smirk, taking a seat and laid your staff on your lap while admiring your work. It has been a while since last you used this spell, granted that this was the first time you’ve done it outside of practices, but the effects were going as you foreseen. “Have sweet dreams. When you wake, this war will be over.”

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“Princess Charlie! Outstanding work! You’ve done it again. I see the divide between Heaven and Hell no longer needed when more and more Sinner have been becoming permanant resident of my fair realm.” God laughed as he patted Charlie on the back.

“Aw, thanks, but I’m just trying to save my people from being killed.” Charlie smiled back as she tried to control her blushing.

“It’s more than that, my beloved daughter.” Lucifer immediately had Charlie’s hands in his as he stared up at her with proud eyes and a warm smile. “Charlie, you’ve done something I never thought was possible.” He hugged her tightly, “I’m so proud of you.”

Charlie hugged tightered as she smiled. “Thanks dad!”

Everyone joined in on the hug with Vaggie being the first to come over and overly, everyone joined. Her friends that were the first to leave her for Heaven all rejoiced with Charlie’s success. Every one of her once demon friend all redeemed Sinner and proud members of Heaven safe from the yearly pain and fear. 

Charlie hummed, “I love you guys so much.”

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“Vaggie, please.” Charlie took Vaggie by the hand as she kneeled down on one knee, Vaggie gasped as she waited for her love to continue. Charlie reached into her pocket and took out a red velvet box, holding it so gently in her pale hands she opened it and showed Vaggie a pair of well crafted rings. “Will you make me the happiness demon princess and marry me?”

“Yes! Hell’s yes!” Vaggie smiled with tears streaming down.

Charlie didn’t hesitate to put the ring on Vaggie’s finger before rushing to give each other a bear hug of the century. “Let’s take this inside.”

Vaggie nearly melted with the lowered voice of her love, she only managed to nod while Charlie had already sweeped her off her feet and brought her into the bedroom.

🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕

Alastor hummed a tune as he enjoyed his deer on a table while the radio played in his room. Ah, this was the afterlife. A nice meal after some clean up and Vaggie didn’t even complain or set the annoying restriction of ‘no killing or devouring’ but he was a good sport when the Princess was at watch, most of the time. Plus! He can’t very well ruin his breakfast, right?

“Alastor!” Charlie called out while Alastor was walking down the halls from an inspection. “Alastor! Thank Hell I found you!”

“Hm? What is it, dear?” Alastor stopped and asked with his head tilted to the side. 

“Vox is causing a scene at the front desk again! Can you please do something about it? You’re the only one here that can!” Charlie begged with kitten-like eyes. “My dad is just holed up in his room all the time and wasn’t helping even when I called! I need you, Alastor!!”

Alastor’s smile grew, his clawed hand recahing out to pat Charlie by the head. “Of course, dear. What kind of partner would I be if I refused?” He turned to the direction Charlie came from and began his way to the front desk, Charlie tailing behind him. “Haha, a bad one! Oh ho ho, no sir!”

When the two had arrived, Vox wasn’t exactly causing a scene of a large scale, but he was doing something annoying. There Vox was, standing ever so near you while trying to pathetically charm you. What a laugh, you had higher standards than that. Though that wasn’t the point, the point was how he could practically feel his claws sharpening and his horns growing at the sight. 

There was just something that made his blood boil and his dead heart beating so loudly at the sight. How dare that flatscreen demon just waltz into his hotel and cause disturbance? Not to mention try to steal you from under his roof? That just won’t do.

Vox’s screams of argony and pain were music to his ears as he delievered blow after blow while laughting manically. The hotel members cheered and praised Alastor for his work, all while Vox was kicked out of the hotel to whatever place Alastor’s minions threw him at. 

This day was just so perfect.

“Alastor, that was so scary and you were like a dark knight.” You came to his side, staring into his red eyes with your magnetic ones. “I’m glad this hotel has you, I’m grateful you’re here for me.”

Like you were something out of a dream.

Dream? Alastor’s eyes blinked as if he had come to his senses. He looked around and saw the smiles and cheers directed at him. Everyone’s attention was on him? Odd. Usually, Husk would be at the bar drinking his consciousness away, Angel would be on some inappropriate site, Niffty would be cleaning, Sir Pentious would be with his Egg Bois, Vaggie and Charlie would be together coming up with something, and you. 

You’d be holed up in your room doing who knows what.

“My dearest darling.” Alastor grinned as his hands took yours in his, giving you a twirl. It was weird how you let him in such close proximity without becoming stiff as a board and that soft smile of yours was a rare sight. “Will you be mine?”

You smiled and hummed, “Was there any doubt? Absolutely.”

While Alastor was dancing and twirling with you in his hands, he felt so out of place but at the same time excited. A dream was what this was, and one of the greatest calibur. He was the main character and everything would be to his wishes and design no matter what. 

Though, what he realized from this was another desire he has been pushing away.

You.

Note: This is a full story format, as you've all come to realize. The Reader is from Twisted Wonderland, you can check the request info. I changed the part where you were supposed to be human to a fae.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this!

Circe Y. 

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[yanderegrizzsworld]

Psst, heard you were accepting Digital Circus requests so would I happen to request Pomni with a reader who keeps trying to punch the walls and basically punch everything in a desperate attempt to escape?

Also if you do anons then could I be dream anon?

Imagine: Platonic Yandere Pomni with a reader desperate to escape

TW/CW: Mentions of anxiety/paranoia/blood/injuries, implied stalking & implied bullying (not by yandere)

A.N: Psst, from now on you're dream anon

Whether you're a new arrival or not doesn't matter to the jester, she fully understands where your anxiety & fear of this place comes from & sees no reason to judge. She might attempt to explain this world if you were new but it wouldn't do much from her own mind being just as puzzled about it.

Pomni does questions your method of escape. Don't get her wrong, she also wishes to escape from this world that tells her to call it her new home, but compared to how you're going about it, her fear of any future self-inflicted injuries on yourself twist her stomach in ways she'd rather not feel.

The jester nearly breaks out in sweat whenever a sudden, clamorous Pow reaches her ears & immediately runs towards it, reckoning it's you. Don't be surprised when she's around you often, if not by your hip the whole time with her reasoning being that of not wanting you to cause your knuckles to bleed, even though that doesn't seem possible in this world.

Whenever your fist collides with a wall or nearby surface, Pomni swiftly recommends either searching for an exit together or hanging out in her room. Accepting the former leads to her holding onto your wrist the entire time & tugging you away from any surface she considers you might attempt to punch. Accepting the latter is slightly better in which she allows you your space as she strives to talk about anything that comes to mind, though she does keep an eye on your hands just in case.

Whenever questioned for her insistence to constantly be in your presence, Pomni's argue of ensuring you don't get hurt or go mad never falters. Kinger & Zooble don't ruminate on it afterwards, with a slight sarcastic comment from Zooble from time to time; instead of questioning, Gangle & Ragatha regard Pomni's avouchment to your safety rather positively, with Ragatha being much more enthusiastic & probative.

The constant flood of questions & pestering naturally comes from the purple rabbit, whose incessant rejection of personal space & seemingly never-ending strike for getting on other's nerves nearly gives Pomni a headache, even if such a feeling is impossible to feel in the Digital Circus. No matter how many times Pomni drags you away from wherever Jax might be or how many times Ragatha tells him to dial it down if he refuses to stop, the rabbit never fails to pop out of thin air to question Pomni's reasonings & minimize the possibility of a potential exit, though it might come off a bit more impertinent.

The jester often ponders how she hasn't lost it yet, how her paranoia for her new existence & situation didn't lead to her being abstracted & a part of her deems it's because of you. She regards that by always looking after you, ensuring your security & health is in tip-top shape keeps her mind grounded & holding off from snapping at any moment. This thinking however could potentially lead to a almost twisted dependace, she watches over you (distant or close, rarely matters to her) & in return, her sanity stays plenary.

She views it as a win-win situation for the both of you, though it is more a conclusion to comes to on her own rather than something both of you have discussed. Any attempt to hang out with the others alone is futile as Pomni insists to go with you, for your safety of course! & not amount of refusals can/will deter her from at the very least watching over you.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

The literal Yandere Idol brain rot going through my mind.

WROTE A YANDERE SERIES FOR IT! PART 1/6 IS OUT!

Think about it:

Yandere! Idol has stalkers/sasaengs(depending if I make the idol Korean or not) but he’s a stalker as well.

Yandere! Idol is stalking some plain Jane from down the block who’s in college and working at a coffee shop for the job experience.

Yandere! Idol making his fans think plain Jane is a stalker by photo shopping her into everything and following her around so it makes it seem like she’s everywhere he goes.

Yandere! Idol eventually dating his “stalker” and making every other idol stalker delusional.

Yandere! Idol’s management making sure Darling stays with him. He’s been more cheerful and pumping out more music since he started dating you. They’re not letting go of their money maker.

Yandere Idol’s fandom making shipping edits and couple names for you and him.

Yandere Idol’s fandom who are split between whether your pleads and cries for help escaping him when he’s gone for a moment on livestreams are jokes or if they’re genuine.

Yandere Idol who makes you star in his music videos

Yandere Idol who puts you in every vlog.

Yandere Idol who takes you with him wherever he goes because he doesn’t trust you alone.

Yandere Idol who’s never letting his muse go…

[theyanderespecialist]

Yandere Damien Bloodmarch🦇🩸🏳‍⚧With Gender Neutral and Specific Trans Man Listener (Dream Daddy)  Disclaimer: Damien Bloodmarch is a trans man in canon! Trans men like Reader can be Femme boys and buff femme boys like Jojo's bizarre adventure kind of style! Reader being a femme boy does not make him any less trans or any less a man! Clothing does not make your gender, clothes can be worn by anyone regardless of what they look like! Trans men are Men and Trans Rights Are Human Rights! Disclaimer: 

Damien Bloodmarch is once again a trans man and he is not Yandere in canon! This is just for fun, and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! Your Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life, also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanons from canon! Thank you!

Here is the Request for Bonus Content after the Base Yandere HeadcanonsYandere Damian Bloodmarch (Who is a TransMan) X Transman Listener (Dream Daddy) (From Requester: I love the buff Femboy idea! (so femme Pastel Goth on a gym bro.) Like Listener is also super far in his transition like Damien and he just loves being a buff girly pop that drinks boba tea and drinks iced sugary coffee. Basically the opposite to Damien in that regard. I wanna say a Trans Man Listener who has top surgery done, and Damien has both done.I think in this scenario it'd be funny if Listener was Pastel Goth

The Listener uses testosterone gel because they're afraid of needles. But they're totally into the whole vampire aesthetic but in their own unique way.

[morpheusic]

all of my works will contain mature themes, i am fully aware i cannot control the age range of those who view my works but seriously minors dni with posts that have smut in the warnings

reblog tendencies.

— my requests are always open, this is a multi-fandom acc so expect works from multiple medias since I tend to fixate on a lot from time to time. Most of my works may be focused on genshin impact since it's what gets the most views from what I know (I don't play the game anymore though). — I write drabbles, oneshots, headcannons and imagines. feel free to request any

— the fandoms/medias I'll write for: honkai star rail, genshin impact, the sandman, castlevania, chainsaw man, honkai star rail, marvel

— Tumblr is the only site I write and post my works. If you see me on other writing sites like Wattpad, AO3, etc, it's not me. If you ever see any of my works posted on any other writing sites than Tumblr, please let me know immediately.

— I won't publish often, it'll depend on how much motivation I have and I only post when I feel like it. Do not rush me to finish something, I have my own life and issues outside of Tumblr.

[i-love-frensh-fries]

✨I dreamed of being stuck in the dorm of the phontom troupe in a modern AU ✨ .

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🕸️I had a weird dream that day and then it came back last night. And it's living rent free in my head.

Slight sspoilers about the new pt manga chaps.

It was the the phantom troupe in a modern AU and then there was a school that was kinda like a special academy and of course there was dorms ( like the houses from hogwarts but the hunter administration that treats your file is the one doing the sorting) and obviously my delulu chrollo juc thirsty bitch that I'm ends up t in the phantom troupe dorm aka ✨the spider house ✨that everyone is scared of. But first he is some contest about them :

It was the the phantom troupe in a modern AU and then there was a school that was kinda like a special academy and of course there was dorms ( like the houses from hogwarts but the hunter administration that treats your file is the one doing the sorting) and obviously my delulu chrollo juc thirsty bitch that I'm ends up t in the phantom troupe dorm aka ✨the spider house ✨that everyone is scared to be sorted to ( you need to have a murder recored to be sorted their but most student s don't know bout that.

But first here is some context about them bitches :

🕸️ The school was like the hunter association and in the Spider house the only people allowed are the once that killed someone before. So I guess I got their becose I killed somebody? I don't know I just lived with them.

🕸️But there is the thing with the members is that they technically didn't "kill" anybody, at least that's what the authorities assumes before going trough Juvi.

🕸️That day they just happened to be in the wrong place wrong time.

🕸️It happened when they were kids maybe in elementary, they all lived in the same orphanage from the poor side of the city so they always hangout in a certain place after school.

🕸️At that time that were a bigger friend Groupe. But one day, one in particular didn't show up at school but it's fine they didn't think about it much, they were like " it's fine we will see her at the playing spot after school, Sarasa may miss school but never play time anyways" .

🕸️Class finishes they go to their usual spot expecting to find their friend *Sarasa*, but all they find is a black teach bag waiting to be oppend.

🕸️The kids were skeptical about it, some were scared but chrollo, the "main twinck" of the groupe insisted about looking inside of the bag that was suspiciously weird and suspiciously well tied. He tired at first but couldn't do it then then finx shoot his shot but didn't succeed either.

🕸️The kids grew frustrated and all tried opening it leaving their tiny finger prints on that bag. But that until Uvogine te bigger one arrives and finally opens it.

🕸️The first thing they noticed was the metallic smell (in the dream I was kinda their but not their), when everyone hesitated so look, chrollo did. And god he regrets to this day, looking at the inside where his friend's remaining body was.

🕸️Too scared by what they fsaw they run to the orphanage and told the adult not know that they will be used to cover some higher up from the city and with enough money they will be accused of killing their friend and all end up in a specialised juvi ( cause they were minors) that will change their life's and ruin their childhood forever.

🕸️After 5 years in juvi They all come out, many of their friends died during that time many lost their minds. But they survived and are now 16 years old. They get accepted into the hunter association academy? I guess? And that's how they become the most feared students of the .

🕸️ And that where the self insert potential gets jucy. And that's where I get in the story. Apparently I killed my mom? ( we had an argument that night before I dreamed 😂). And that's how I ended up their. I was so freaking scared. But weardly some of them were nice.

🕸️Paku oda was mommy. Machi was kinda sceptical. Shizuku didn't mind same for korutopi, bonolenove and Franklin.

🕸️ Phinx was decent he is from Egypt 🇪🇬 and I'm from Algeria 🇩🇿 so African besties✨✨, we watch égyptien and algerian comedy some times and we speak arabic too. And the fact that some kings from my tribe back in time were faraones ( yeah 'cause I' m amazigh) so we get in preety heated argument about it some times, but over all he is fine. Same for nobunaga we bond over video games and samurai movies ( blue eye samurai)

🕸️But their tiny bestie just straight up hates me. He dispises me sooooo much. He tried to kill I think. Put poison in my coffee ☕ 😂.

🕸️ But the weirdest one out their is chrollo. I think he sees me more like a lab experiment. He follows me with his eyes in such a creepy way. He asks where I got who are my friends. Why am I getting along with hisoka 'cause hisoka was supposed to be the scariest he told me not to approach him cause he would kill me but then we ended up being the bestest of friends so I guess he was kinda jealous.

🕸️But anyways I ranted a lot. But this is what happened when I woke up I thought that I got into a coma cus wtf it's was a looooooooong one and it gilt so vivid a and real.

🕸️If anyone read thins and wants to make It a story or something please tag me the phontom troupe dorm is such a brain rot for me I don't know.

Anyways baaay

[writingzen]

Take It All.

✧ pairing- ten x reader

✧ request- “Can you please write the Making out scenario but With Ten?! I love the one you did with Mark 😫”

✧ A/N- enjoy :)

You litter kisses at his neck, painting purple and pink marks with every teasing kiss before moving towards his jaw, leisurely leaving wet marks following against his skin, knowing he always scolds you for leaving them in the first place but he silently dares you to do it anyway. When you finally reach his lips, you linger in the desperate feeling that hangs in the air, the feelings of wanting him in so many ways, the feeling of your bodies meeting, both being so close together. His hands at your hips as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him so unbearably close wanting him annoying closer, rolling your hips experimentally against his relight he pays no attention to it just a smile that grows at his lips, his gaze locking with yours, lips not yet touching.

“Y/n~” he plays with your name, “don’t start” he warns lowly, his words causing a shiver to run down your spin but you enjoy them anyway, loving the way his voice speaks the words so delicately like music ringing in your ears. It sounds more like an invitation, like you’re being brought into a daydream, a wonderland. A smirk of satisfaction takes place on your lips as you lean in, finally allowing your plush lips to connect. Thought he seems teasingly hesitant he couldn’t help but be inexorably attracted to your lips, taking no more time to respond before kissing you back with urgency, allowing your lips to mold and melt into one, fitting together perfectly like pieces of a puzzle as his hand grasp your waist harshly causing a shaky whimper to bubble up your throat, escaping as your lips move in sync. He hushes you when you feel the wide, mischievous grin against your lips, his other hand making its way to cup the nape of your neck madly pushing you further into his embrace eager to taste all of you. You tilt your head, gaining more access, making the kiss more passionate as his tongue wetly glides into your mouth, fighting for dominance as the blood abandons your cheeks to awaken other, more sensitive parts of your body. You swallow back, desperately trying to silence the noises you want to make as he sinks his teeth on your lower lips burning away any sense of control you had left before pulling away just to watch you chase his lips, your eyes full of desire as you stare at his lips, itching to continue, just loving how worked up you get, eyes searching for yours. You both huff into each others mouth, feeling the warm air between you both before meeting his tempting gaze, a pout forming on your lips as his teasing settles in and hits you, but he does nothing but stare back with a cocky smirk on his lips, melting away any innocence there was left. The way his eyes pierce through yours makes your head spin and legs week, your being becoming liquid with just one look.

His eyes darken as his smirk tugs wider once again, enjoying your reaction a lot more then he expects as his lips pecks yours, giving you nothing else before moving down to your jaw, nibbling small love bites as his lips continues down. His lips quickly attach to your neck as he sucks against your soft skin, eyes still focused on you. Your head hangs back, mouth gaped open as the tingling sensation keeps building up in your stomach with every lazy kiss he gifts you with, claiming your body and marking you as his.

He mumbles sweet nothings against the skin of your collarbone as you lose yourself Into him all over again and though he doesn’t mean to, he feels his sense of control dropping as his kisses become rougher, biting purple butterflies on your delicate skin, not being able to handle the temptations of you. He doesn’t know if it’s the stress of his work or the way your body responds so needly with every touch, his usual self becomes blinded by you as he falls deeper, craving more than just a few sensual kisses, craving you entirely. He wants to feel his body against yours as you moan his name sweetly with every pleasure that floods your body. He wants to feel himself buried deeply inside you, hitting your spot over and over again as you grip his hair harshly, letting out the most lewd sounds, gasping and moaning, so whiny so needy, loving every thrust he pounds into you. Tears staining your cheeks as small hairs stick to your forehead, sweat glistening agains your sensitive skin. A sight only he gets to see, a sight he will get to see.

He allows his thoughts to take over his actions, with his hands wrapped around your hips he guides you, placing your back against the couch seats, moving your position so he is now hovered over you before his lips joins yours once again, muffling the gasp caught in your throat. His intoxicating kisses being taking over with such deprived lust as his hands roam your body like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you.

His hands finally rests at your neck as he finally forces himself to pull away, his warm breath hitting against your lips as he speaks breathlessly, “you deserve it best” the words rolling off his tongue right onto your lips as he speaks sternly,

“so take it all”