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[eternaldarknesswitch]

Ikemen Villain (Ellis, Jude and Liams) As Your Yandere Boyfriend (Headcanons). Part 2.

 Header Credit: Ikemen Series

Pairing: Multi Scenario x gender neutral!Reader. 

Tags : Villain x reader, Obsessive Yandere, Dark Romance, Psychological Control, Manipulation, Obsession, Possessive Love, TwistedLove, Emotional Manipulation, Caged Affection, Powerful Yandere.

Warning : Mention of Psychological Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting, Isolation, Yandere Themes (Obsessive/Possessive Love), Power Imbalance, Subtle Threats & Contro, Destruction of Relationships (Friends/Family), Ruined Reputation/Career Sabotage, Unescapable Love (Caged Romance), Dubious Freedom.

A/N : For today there will be no Quotes, but I have different plans, including creating several headcanons (hc), which I have postponed for almost several months due to several obstacles that have prevented me from completing them. The following is my interpretation of what I believe Ellis, Jude and Liam would say and act, and I kindly apologize if it does not align perfectly with the character or if you have a different understanding. Please bear in mind that it is intended purely for entertainment purposes and should not be taken to heart.

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Ellis Twilight

As a Yandere Boyfriend: The Bloodstained Angel of Devotion

Ellis Twilight’s love is beautifully twisted, suffocatingly pure, and terrifyingly unwavering. He loves you the way a devoted dog worships its master—with absolute, all-consuming adoration—but if anyone dares to threaten his happiness with you, he will rip them apart with the feral brutality of a wild beast.

To him, you are his entire world, the only warmth in the cold, dark reality he lives in. And he will do anything—anything—to keep you by his side. He’s not calculating like Roger or manipulative like Victor; he’s much simpler, more instinctual. He loves you, and that means no one else is allowed to have you.

His love is childlike in its purity yet monstrous in its intensity—sweet words spoken with bloodstained hands, warm embraces while bodies grow cold beneath his feet.

✨ The Good Side: A Love That Feels Like Heaven

Ellis, at first glance, is the perfect boyfriend—gentle, affectionate, always eager to please. His love feels like the kind of devotion people dream of—but only because you don’t yet see the darkness lurking beneath.

Devoted & Loyal to an Unsettling Degree

Ellis is obsessed with you in a way that is both endearing and terrifying. His every thought, every action, every breath is centered around you.

He remembers everything about you—what makes you happy, what makes you sad, what foods you like, what colors you prefer—and he uses this knowledge to make you dependent on him.

"I love you so much… You know that, right? Say it back. Tell me you love me, too."

Affectionate & Clingy (Like a Puppy… a Very Dangerous Puppy)

Ellis thrives on physical affection. He constantly needs to touch you, hold you, be near you—as if making sure you won’t disappear.

If you pull away, even for a moment, his expression shifts—his usual bright eyes darken with something unreadable, something dangerous.

"Where are you going? You don’t need anyone else, right? I’m the only one who truly loves you…"

Childlike Excitement in Love

Ellis treats love like a fairytale, and you are his beloved prince(ss). He showers you with gifts—sometimes beautiful, sometimes strange, sometimes deeply disturbing (a lock of hair from someone who looked at you too long, a bloodstained handkerchief from a fight he "took care of").

"I brought you something! Do you like it? It’s special—just like you~"

 

❌ The Bad Side: The Angel Who Would Kill for You

Ellis does not handle separation, disobedience, or betrayal well. In his mind, you belong to him, and if you ever try to leave, he will break apart like a shattered doll—taking the world down with him.

 No One Else Is Allowed to Have You

If someone flirts with you, looks at you the wrong way, or tries to take you away, they simply… disappear.

Sometimes, it’s an accident—maybe they fall down the stairs, maybe they go missing, maybe their body is found in an alleyway, unrecognizable. Other times, Ellis makes sure you see his work, just to remind you how much he loves you.

"You don’t have to worry about them anymore, love. I took care of it. Now you’re safe with me."

Desperation Leads to Dangerous Acts

If you try to leave, Ellis will beg, sob, plead—but if that doesn’t work, his instincts take over.

Maybe he locks you in a room, holds you tight even as you struggle, whispering over and over how much he loves you, how much he needs you.

"No, no, no…! You don’t mean it! You love me! You said you’d stay forever! So why…? Why are you trying to leave me?!"

Extreme Emotional Dependence

Ellis lives for you, and if you ever reject him, he breaks. His usual smile disappears, replaced by a hollow emptiness, a desperate madness.

He won’t hurt you—he could never hurt you—but he might hurt himself instead, just to make you stay.

"If you leave… I don’t think I’ll be able to live without you."

💔 The Love That Chains You Forever

Ellis Twilight’s love is beautiful, obsessive, and terrifyingly unconditional. He loves you with every fiber of his being, with every ounce of his soul. And no matter what happens—he will never let you go.

Because to him, there is no life without you.

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Jude Jasser

As a Yandere Boyfriend: The Smiling Phantom That Haunts You

Jude Jasser is not a man who loves softly or kindly. He is not the type to whisper sweet nothings in the dead of night, nor is he the kind to beg for your affection. No, his love is a silent noose tightening around your throat, a game of cat and mouse where you never even realized you were the prey.

To the world, Jude is nothing more than a shadow—a ghost of a man who slips in and out of reality as easily as a whisper fades into the wind. But for you? For you, he is always there, lurking in the unseen spaces of your life, pulling strings so delicately that you never even realize you’ve been ensnared.

And make no mistake—you are ensnared.

You were his the moment he decided to love you.

It doesn’t matter if you resist. It doesn’t matter if you fight. Jude has already won.

 

✨ The Good Side: A Love That Feels Like an Elegant Illusion

At first, Jude doesn’t seem like the type to be obsessed. He doesn’t smother you, doesn’t hover. Instead, he watches, letting you think you are free, that you have control. His love is quiet, insidious, and so perfectly crafted that you never realize how deeply entangled you’ve become.

And by the time you do, it’s far too late.

The Ghost That Protects You

Jude never lets harm come to you—not because he shields you openly, but because the threats disappear before you even know they existed.

That dangerous man following you on the street? He’ll never be found.

That colleague who whispered about you behind your back? Their reputation is mysteriously ruined.

“What a shame. I almost feel bad for them… Almost.”

A Love That Feels Like an Addiction

Being loved by Jude is intoxicating.

He never gives you his full attention right away—just enough to leave you wanting more, just enough to make you search for him, think about him, need him.

When he finally does turn his full attention to you, it feels like being drowned in an overwhelming, consuming, dizzying affection—and suddenly, you can’t imagine life without him.

“You miss me, don’t you? …You don’t have to answer. I already know.”

Possessive Yet Playful

Jude is never outright jealous—not at first. Instead, he teases you, plays with your boundaries, watches as you slowly begin to rely on him more and more.

But the moment someone gets too close?

“You’re cute when you think you have a choice. But we both know you’re already mine.”

 

❌ The Bad Side: The Cage You Never Saw Until It Closed

Jude doesn’t need to threaten you, doesn’t need to lock you away. Instead, he makes sure that every road except the one leading to him is destroyed.

If you ever try to run, you’ll find that there is nowhere left to go.

A Web of Lies & Control

You will never know the full extent of his manipulation, because Jude is a master of deception.

He lets you believe you are making your own choices, lets you think you have freedom—only to ensure that every decision you make is exactly what he wanted all along.

If someone tries to warn you about him, suddenly their credibility is ruined. If you start to doubt him, strange accidents happen around those doubts.

“You should really be more careful about who you trust. Not everyone has your best interests at heart, you know.”

An Unseen Executioner

If someone dares to take what’s his, they do not live to regret it.

But Jude is no brute, no mindless killer. He does not leave bodies in the streets, does not taint his own hands with blood. Instead, he makes sure that it all looks like a coincidence, a misfortune, a stroke of bad luck.

And when you ask about them? He simply shrugs, smirks, and watches you squirm under the weight of your own suspicions.

“Strange, isn’t it? It’s almost as if the world is cleaning up all your problems for you."

Escape Is a Fantasy, Not an Option

If you ever try to leave, Jude does not stop you.

Instead, he lets you go, watching with an amused smile as you struggle to navigate the wreckage of your ruined life.

Because without him, you have nothing left.

And when you inevitably come crawling back—broken, desperate, afraid—he welcomes you home with open arms and a knowing smirk.

“Oh, . Did you really think you could live without me?”

The Love That Twists Your Own Mind

Jude never needs to force you to stay—instead, he makes sure that you don’t even want to leave.

Every time you start to question him, he gaslights you with a soft smile, a quiet chuckle, a gentle brush of his fingers against your cheek.

“Now, now. Let’s not get carried away with silly thoughts, hm?”

💔 The Love That Devours You Whole

Jude Jasser’s love is not loud, not obvious, not something you can fight against directly. Instead, it is a slow, suffocating descent into an inescapable hell of devotion.

By the time you realize what he’s done to you—that you are his, that you will always be his—you will already be too far gone to fight back.

Because in the end, you will come to love him just as much as he loves you.

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Liam Evans

As a Yandere Boyfriend: The Gentleman with Shackles Hidden in His Smile

Liam Evans is a man who loves with grace, devotion, and an almost suffocating intensity. On the surface, he is the perfect gentleman—polite, considerate, and endlessly patient. His love feels like a warm embrace on a cold night, like an unwavering pillar of support that never falters.

But beneath that charming, easygoing exterior lies a deeply obsessive man. Liam does not rage, threaten, or act out impulsively—he does not need to. Instead, he weaves a world where you cannot live without him. Every gentle touch, every indulgent smile, every whispered reassurance—they are chains disguised as kindness.

Liam’s love is a prison. A beautiful, gilded prison that you will not even realize you are trapped inside… until it’s far too late.

✨ The Good Side: A Love That Feels Like Heaven

Falling for Liam feels effortless. He is attentive, caring, endlessly devoted—the kind of man who seems to know exactly what you need before you even say it.

Devoted to You, Body and Soul

Liam is the type of lover who remembers every little detail about you—your favorite foods, the way you fidget when you’re nervous, the exact shade of your eyes under the moonlight.

He anticipates your needs before you even realize them, making you feel truly understood and cherished.

“You looked tired, love. I had your favorite tea prepared—go on, drink. It’ll make you feel better.”

Overwhelmingly Affectionate

Liam is constantly touching you—whether it’s brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, or wrapping his arms around you while whispering sweet nothings into your skin.

He treats you like something fragile, something precious, something meant to be adored and protected at all costs.

“You belong right here, in my arms. Nowhere else. You understand that, don’t you?”

A Safe Haven in a Cruel World

Liam presents himself as your sanctuary, your refuge—the only person in this dangerous, ruthless world who truly understands you.

Whenever you face hardships, he is there with a comforting embrace, a reassuring voice, a reminder that you never need to suffer alone.

“You don’t have to worry about anything anymore. I’ll take care of everything for you.”

A Man Who Would Give You the World

Liam is generous to a dangerous degree.

He spoils you with lavish gifts, rare treasures, even things you never thought to ask for—all to make you feel indebted to him.

“Anything you want, anything you need… just say the word, and it’s yours.”

❌ The Bad Side: The Cage with No Key

Liam’s love is not something you can escape. He does not let go—ever. If you try to resist, he simply tightens his grip, softly, sweetly, mercilessly, until you realize that fighting is useless.

 A Master of Manipulation

Liam is not aggressive, not violent, not overtly cruel—he doesn’t need to be. Instead, he twists reality itself, making you doubt your own thoughts, your own fears, your own desires.

“You don’t really want to leave, do you? No… you’re just confused. It’s alright—I’ll help you see the truth.”

 Isolation Disguised as Love

At first, it seems harmless—small, reasonable requests.

“That friend of yours… I don’t trust them. Wouldn’t it be better if you stopped seeing them?”

“You don’t need to work so hard. Let me take care of everything for you.”

Before you know it, you’ve lost contact with your friends, your independence, your ability to function without him.

“Why would you need anyone else when you have me?”

 Escape Is an Illusion

If you try to leave, Liam doesn’t get angry. He simply smiles, shakes his head, and gently reminds you that there is no way out.

Your reputation? Ruined.

Your finances? Gone.

Your connections? Erased.

“You’re free to leave, my love… but where would you go? Who would take you in? Who would love you like I do?”

 The Gentle Threat of Violence

Liam is not violent—until he needs to be. He does not hurt you directly, but he lets you see the consequences of defying him.

The way he idly plays with a knife while speaking. The way someone who angered him before disappears without a trace. The way his smile never quite reaches his eyes when you test his patience.

“Don’t make me do something we’ll both regret, darling.”

💔 The Love That Never Lets You Go

Liam Evans loves you too much, too deeply, too completely. He would rather destroy the entire world than allow you to slip from his grasp.

You are his. Forever.

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[judesmoonbeauty]

Ellis Twilight PV

ELLIS

ELLIS

ELLIS

ELLIS

ELLIS

YOU CAN LOCK ME UP, FILL ME UP, AND DO WHATEVER ELSE YOU WANT MY LITTLE THORN.

[8-bit-tomb]

(I didn't predict this is the first thing I'd post here but left 4 dead 2 has taken hold of my frontal lobe-)

So our darling final four, Ellis Nick Rochelle & Coach are fighting for their lives, when suddenly zombies start dropping on their own!

They turn and there’s little ole you! Stood on the top of a long abandoned semi truck taking out the last few stragglers while our protagonists watch in awe.

Ellis's first thought is how damn divine you look killing those sons of bitches. Your spine is straight, your aim is true, like an avenging angel protecting him and his friends. The sun hits you just right and you have a halo of light surrounding you, he pays no mind to the blood and gore, desperately stumbling towards you and the salvation you’ll surely bring.

Nick didn't think at all. Eyes wide and jaw hitting the floor, for once in his life he can’t think of anything to say. He just watched as you saved their asses and offered out a hand, asking if any of them were hurt. You looked directly at him, him, the criminal scumbag and asked if he was okay. He just couldn't take his eyes off you.

Rochelle feels pure relief at first, barely taking in what you look like, more focused on getting the hell out of there, but when she takes your offered hand and you pull her closer she feels like the air has been stolen from her lungs. How the hell did you look so good in the middle of all this??

Coach sees a scared kid first and foremost. Your spine is straight and your shoulders are tense, eyes constantly moving. You shouldn't have had to survive out here on your own. Though he admires your skill he wants to be the one to take the burden off your shoulders.

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When you see the group running from a hoard you barely thought before you reacted. Helping was second nature at this point, it didn't matter how many times it burned you you simply couldn't resist. Everything was scary as hell with these creatures roaming free and no one deserved to deal with it on their own, except you of course. You forced yourself through everything, fighting to help save the few survivors left behind in this massacre. Maybe you shouldn't have. But you don't need to worry anymore, your newest companions plan to change that. After all, nobody else mattered. The world was already rotten.

[love-toxin]

Godslayer -> Phainon

(cws: yan!phainon and probably ooc, gn!darling, very elaborate kidnapping, amphoreus story spoilers, brief mild violence, brainwashing, phainon's a lowkey perv, guilt tripping, gaslighting/manipulation, mild nudity) word count: 4.3k a/n: @yandere-romanticaa ding ding! i'm ringing the dinner bell darling <3 (also yes i wrote this specifically bc of u teehee)

“Then it's settled,” Aglaea declared with a disarming smile on her cold lips. “The Trailblazer will remain here as collateral, while you two head back to the stars.” 

Caelus and Dan Heng both looked between themselves, and then back at you uneasily. Not even your own smile could quench their anxieties, but this was a necessary evil that you were willing to lay yourself at the mercy of. 

The demigod leader of Amphoreus didn't trust you nor your fellow Trailblazers, at least not enough to keep your secrets of the worlds beyond the stars to yourselves after your companion's little incident. They needed to return–Caelus for the Stellaron that he housed inside him, and Dan Heng for his lineage, his knowledge and experiences the Astral Express crew needed to continue their venture. But you?

You were an old dog by this point. Too many adventures had left you tired and lagging behind the younger ones, and there was no feat you could perform in battle that the others couldn't achieve ten times over. Your wisdom couldn't touch that of Himeko or Welt, and you couldn't even carry the mood like Pom-Pom or March 7th. After your journey to Penacony, the crew even had the Memokeeper and Sunday to add to their ranks, and the cars were getting busy nowadays. The truth was there even if they didn't want to admit it.

Nobody needed you. They had all grown up and branched out, and your tending wasn't a necessity anymore. And more importantly, Aglaea demanded a peace offering to ensure that the Astral Express would keep the existence of Amphoreus to themselves. Though both boys offered themselves up like lambs, you knew better than either of them that they weren't destined for the slaughter quite yet. 

You ushered them away, kept the goodbyes brief; Caelus took one last photo of you for March, and Dan Heng pulled you into an unexpected hug, to whisper a promise that they would come back for you in your ear. You patted his arm, knowing he shouldn't be deterred lest he be forced to show his real emotions about your departure, and simply reassured him that there was no need to rush. You would be well taken care of, even if at the back of your mind you knew it was in captivity. As the two young men took their leave and watched you disappear as they hurtled back into the sky in their car, the urge to spread your wings and follow them welled up inside you–but it was swiftly and staunchly quelled as you were led to your quarters, where you would while away an unfathomable string of days with a new, hollow world ahead of you. 

Although you didn't know him well, you grew to like Phainon as you adjusted to your new home. 

The white-haired boy was seemingly on the younger side, though he held a calm serenity about him that spoke to years of hard-fought battles. He didn't come to visit often, only on rare occasions, but he brought gifts when he was able and he was a welcome source of companionship, even on days where he was more quiet than friendly. Aglaea's warnings about you ensured that the people of Okhem kept their distance, which was useful to keep your vow, but dreadfully lonely. When Phainon arrived, he would tote along all manner of things to entertain you: a jug of wine, a puzzle box, bits of seaglass to decorate your balcony, bread, salt, things you neither needed nor asked for but he brought nonetheless. He once brought you a kiss on the cheek but you both refrained from speaking about it since–with you hoping it was merely a cultural oddity–and sometimes, he would bring you a little carafe of oil and leave it in some conspicuous place for you to find. 

Why a man as handsome as he was–and a hero no less–would seek refuge with you was…uncanny. Strange. It wasn't as if Phainon had eyes for you and nobody else, in fact he often barely looked at you at all, even when he came knocking on your door. But he was steadily encroaching on what little space you had for yourself, and despite finding it unnerving, you never asked him to stop to his face. You didn't even tell Aglaea about his visits at all, though you were sure she must know. 

It was the day he visited you in your quarters and asked outright if you needed more oil that things finally came to a breaking point. You asked him, point blank, what he intended you to use it for. And his answer was as blunt as you expected it to be.

“For you.” His blue eyes caught the light and shimmered, much like the shallow water of your bath where he was lounging while his clothes hung on the chaise nearby. Most citizens of Amphoreus were free-spirited enough to attend the public baths nude, but to have a man you barely knew strip himself down in your chambers was something else entirely. He did so on rare occasions, yet he still never acknowledged it nor your reluctance to join him. 

The quiet, peppered only by the soft splashes of water feeding into the bath from the miniature fountain, hung like a heavy pendulum that could barely swing. Phainon's crystalline eyes bored into you for once as you lounged stiffly in the chaise beside his belongings, and you felt a distinct shift take over the air. 

“Your friends won't be coming back.” He murmured. He slowly stood from the bench while the water cascaded down his rippling musculature, your gaze averted in an instant despite him making no move to cover himself. He had no reason to be ashamed, but even as he took slow steps towards you–drip, drip, dripping on the marble floor–you steeled your nerves and avoided peeking even out of pure curiosity. Especially because, due to his brazen nature as of late, it seemed as though he wanted you to look. “They will never be allowed to approach Amphoreus again.” 

He didn't need to tell you that for you to understand the reality. You weren't an evergreen adventurer; you were a Trailblazer, a seasoned veteran of the stars, and with the freedom of your exploration you knew fully well the consequences could be as dire as the pain of death. Finally turning your head towards him, you locked eyes with those endlessly blue ones and got to your feet to match him. 

“The Astral Express never abandons its crew. They may venture on, and Amphoreus may crumble while they're away,” A light flickered to life in your eyes that he could see, and his breath hitched despite him being the one that was so bold. “But they'll come back to find me. They always do.” 

“Aglaea's pact stands.” He rebutted, his brow furrowing. “They won't be allowed entry. Even if I have to intercept them myself, I will, under her order.” 

“They don't need your permission.” You answered in kind, reached down to the chair beside you, and threw his clothes carelessly at his chest. “Get dressed, and get out.” 

“Kick me out, and I won't be back again.” Now his teeth made an appearance, glaring scornfully at you in a manner much more akin to a villain than the hero he proclaimed he was. “See how long you last alone. I was doing you a kindness.” 

“Do me a greater one and leave. Your presence alone pisses me off.” 

His breath caught in his throat at your insult, but his anger evaporated as if it were a ploy all along. Phainon suddenly looked frightened, anxious, as if he was hoping his bluff would sow enough doubt in your mind for you to plead with him to stay. Now, he seemed altogether out of place, shifting weight from foot to foot while you made your way out to the balcony and took in a breath of fresh air. 

After several minutes of fabric shifting and the clicking of buckles and buttons, your door creaked open and shut as you were finally left on your own. The polished stone cooled your arms as you leaned against the railing, and peered out over the lively streets of Okhem with a longing ache for home. 

Despite the confrontation during your last meeting, it didn't take very long for Phainon to come knocking on your door again–less than a week had passed since you threw him out. After a few days of him trying to gain entry to your dwelling and being turned away, he started bringing gifts again. Every time you refused them he left them sitting by the door, a pile steadily growing over the days and weeks that followed. 

Aglaea questioned them only once when she came by for a rare visit, but your mild answer at the time seemed not to satisfy her. Even so, she only glanced at the stacks of wilting flowers and jugs of stale wine briefly before attending to the business she had with you. 

About a month had passed since your interaction when you came home to your quarters, fresh off a walk supervised by two guards as per usual, and found Phainon waiting for you on your balcony. He was fully dressed this time, thank the aeons, but the kicked puppy-dog look on his face immediately soured your mood. He held not a flower nor a loaf of freshly baked bread in his hands, but a book. One you hadn't seen in a long time. 

Despite your better judgement you approached the people's hero, and he held out the leather-bound bundle of pages and letters for you to gingerly take from his hands. 

“I found this at the crash site, where you and your comrades first landed.” There was no need to flip through it, you were already readily familiar with this precious treasure. It was your diary, stuffed full of memories from years of trailblazing…it was something you thought you would never see again after losing it in the explosive collision. Your fingers mindlessly traced the etchings in the leather that Welt had spelled out in your name, while the slightly askew binding was the work of March and Dan Heng's dogged collaboration. The pages had been scented with flower oils from Himeko's prized collection and stamped with Pom-Pom's paw print; it was a gift from the Astral Express for a birthday that had long passed, one that marked so many years of adventuring with the steadily-growing crew. It was a memory of happier times, and aside from the lightest bit of scorching around the edges of the cover it was still intact. 

Phainon cleared his throat, having watched you stare down in deep contemplation at the book. “I take it this is special to you?” 

“Yes,” You answered, finally lifting your head to look at him. “I don't know how you found it, or why, but you have my thanks for returning it to me. This is…very special, indeed.” The sickening, hollow feeling of homesickness set in again as you tenderly laid the diary down on your side table to keep it out of reach of any more danger. 

“Well, I brought it as a token.” Phainon declared, and straightened his posture subtly as he clasped his hands together before him. “You have a duty to assimilate into Amphoreus’ culture, but I imagine it'll be difficult if you cannot confront your past, first. Hence why I went out of my way to retrieve it for you.” 

His words put a bitter taste on the back of your tongue. Confront your past? Something about the way he said it, with such imminent finality, put you ill at ease and drew you to turn and face him with half a scowl already brewing. Phainon seemed to sense it in an instant but only appeared more determined. 

“If you think I'll be throwing this into the fireplace, you're abysmally wrong.”

“I wasn't expecting it to be that dramatic,” He sighed, though your stout rejection put a pout on his lips. “But yes, I do think you should get rid of it once you give it one last read.” 

Here we go again. “I have half a mind to hit you over the head with it. Are all the heroes of this world as arrogant as you?” 

“Let me be very clear with you-” 

“Enough of this.” Cutting him off abruptly was the only way you could imagine saving yourself from more of his drivel. 

“-I'm trying to help you!” But he continued, the prim and calm façade cracking as he grew increasingly irritated with your interruptions. “Don't mistake my kindness as anything else! If you just listen to my proposal-”

“Proposal?” You scoffed. “Tell me you mean something else.” 

“What I meant is what I said.” He growled. “You are, by divine rights, mine. You're just fortunate that I possess some self-restraint, and haven't forced you to accept that against your will.”

“Have you lost your mind?” With a shake of your head, you brushed him off conpletely. “What delusion has possessed you to think that I'm in any way yours?” 

“Because I claimed you!” He finally burst out. “When Aglaea told us you would be exiled, I begged her to allow you safe haven. I promised her that if you were here, that if I could keep you, then I would gain the strength to slay Nikador myself–to slay any god that stands in my way!” Phainon's voice rose to a tremoring bellow, his blue gaze nearly bordering on a scarlet glare as his eyes pierced into your very soul. In that moment he was no man, but a terrifying, hysterical beast that roared so fiercely he left the silence shaking afterwards. 

“You aren't here as collateral damage. Make no mistake–you are here for me to claim, as your husband.” His words resonated off the polished walls, overwhelmed the soft bubbling of the bath and the breeze that blew in from the beautiful, blue sky beyond your balcony. 

Phainon’s outburst left you aghast; had he always been such a selfish and arrogant hero, or were you simply blind to it up until now? “I am no such thing, and I never will be.” You seethed. “Get the fuck out of my room.” 

“Fine.” He took several steps forward and latched on to your wrist, his grip so tight it threatened to break you. “But you're coming with me. I've had enough of this charade–I won't entertain your childish rejection any longer.” 

You yanked your arm from his grasp to stumble backwards, and your eyes flicked towards the door. Phainon took a step before you even worked up the courage to sprint, and when you did, he threw his weight into you to take you off your feet with ease, and flipped you down on to the floor, his hand twisted in your hair and your cheek pressed to the cold marble. 

“...I love you, can't you see that? You're the one I love!” He cried out, his knee digging painfully into the small of your back as you struggled. Clearly he took your attempts at escaping him as an insult, and freshly infuriated, he gripped you harder by the hair and pulled you up to meet your ear with his lips. “I need you. I need you, or nothing else matters. I don't care about the gods anymore-” His teeth grazed your ear and he bit down hard, the blood fueling his hunger with the smallest taste of it on his tongue. “-But I need to become one so I can protect you. My world.” 

“You're…You're out of your mind,” Phainon scoffed at your gasp for air, at the insult that you thought would hurt him, and does. “..Your gods are nothing compared to the aeons. You're just a sheltered little boy, you don't scare me.” -Which was a lie, because he scared you–he scared you a lot. 

“You will change your tune with time.” He muttered back with one last dab of his tongue on your bleeding cut. “I tried to ease you into loving me, but you just can't get over that wretched simple-mindedness of yours. We'll have to work on that before the ceremony.” With one last hard squeeze, he finally dropped your head from his grip and let you slump, pained, to the ground. As he stood, you lashed out and tried to sweep his leg out from under him, but he avoided it with ease and just glared down at your pathetic form. 

A soft knock at your door brought the tension to a halt; you raised your head, hopeful, yearning for whoever was opening your door to see Phainon's cruelty and save you from it. The long, white locks of Castorice, the mortician whom you didn't know very well, floated through as she stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. The hope was quick to drain from your spirit as she walked over to Phainon and looked down on you with him, the two of them speaking in hushed whispers with each other without ever sparing you a glance. 

“C-Castorice-” Finally, she turned her icy gaze towards you and stripped away your defenses with nothing but her chilling, near-demonic aura. Your body started growing cold, and Phainon murmured some false reassurance, but you couldn't hear anything but your own heart thumping as the rest of the world froze out of your mind. Eventually, all the connection you shared was the heavy stare Castorice held with you, before she raised a finger and hovered the tip of her nail above your forehead. 

“It will be painless.” She whispered in an echo of a thousand voices. The press of her finger to your skin was unbearably frigid for only a moment–and then, in the silence, your heart ceased its reckless beating in your ears while the world turned cold and black.

“Phainon! Phainon's back! C'mooon, hurry up!”

“Okay, okay!” You laughed as you were dragged along by the gaggle of children at your knees. The kids were high-spirited in the face of any circumstances, it seemed like, but even moreso when their favourite hero was returning from an epic journey. 

Phainon, the white-haired hero of Okhem and beyond, was the subject of many stories and whispers between the people of your city–and for good reason. He was a kind, fair, and loving man who was as friendly as his wit was quick. Even when hanging around Mydeimos, who was a characteristically brutal man with a near-nonexistent sense of humour, Phainon could make light of any situation and see the good in any person he met. 

It was no secret that he was popular with the ladies too, for all those reasons and even more. You could go to any corner of the city and find a man swimming in muscles, you could find confident men and smart men and ones who were as handsome as the gods themselves. But Phainon had every piece of that puzzle and it made him irresistible to just about everyone that met him. And of course, that included you, too.

You had a special connection with Phainon that, despite contradicting your rather simple existence in Okhem, acted as a source of jealousy for the hero's other admirers who hoped to be noticed by the endlessly charismatic (future) godslayer. Before you'd settled into your life in the city, something awful had befallen you that, to this day, you had no memory of. In fact, your memories from before the incident were all bleary and incomprehensible; your first moment of waking up had been spent in agony, your body aching as you'd been caught and wounded in the midst of a skirmish with Nikador's forces. In the fire and chaos that ensued, you were certain you were going to die, frightened and alone. But before you could, a man with snow-white hair had appeared and slayed the enemies pursuing you–and from that day on, it was history. 

Phainon had been your hero when you needed him most, and now, you had a second chance at life because of his bravery. As the kids dragged you to the bathhouse, you stumbled somewhat but still maintained your cheerful demeanour–it was only when you got to the top of the steps that the waterfall parted on its own, and the man himself stepped out like a god emerging from a sacred lake. The kids rushed him, he laughed and humoured their excited questions, but through it all he had his attention focused on you until he could manage to part the youngsters and make his way to where you stood. 

“I missed you,” He grinned, and leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. You'd always thought it was an odd greeting for friends, but once Castorice gently informed you that it was simply the custom of Phainon's people, you accepted it without batting an eye. “I hope the children haven't worn you out while I've been gone.”

“You worry too much.” You returned his smile and patted one of the young ones who hadn't left your side, her eyes wide and sweet as she clung shyly to your leg. Phainon had helped you get a job working with the children of Okhem as their mentor, and as tiring as it could often be, there was no greater sight than seeing the new generation flourish under your care and gentle countenance. Besides, Phainon took so well to the little ones–you had no doubt that fatherhood was one of the many goals he strived for. 

“May I have a moment alone with your teacher, little one?” He knelt down and asked her kindly, his confident yet gentle tone easing her off of you while you directed her to go play with the other children in the baths. Phainon was quick to lead you away from the other admirers fiending for his attention around the entrance to the bathhouse, into a quiet alley where few people would eavesdrop on your conversation. From his sleeve he produced a small, yellow flower, and your cheeks warmed as he delicately pressed it into your palm as a gift. He always brought home little trinkets like this, and you treasured each and every one of them as they granted you a lingering sense of nostalgia. 

“Oh, this is lovely, Phainon.” You sighed with reverence, clutching the flower to your chest. “Thank you. I hope you didn't strain yourself just to get a gift for me, you know you don't have to.”

He shook his head with a chuckle. “It's because I love seeing how happy they make you. I love yow grateful you are for my gifts..” He trailed off and stared deeply into your eyes, a question pressing at his lips. “I have something to ask you, my sweet.” 

“You do?” He nodded. Phainon plucked the flower from your hands and tucked it behind your ear, before taking both your sweaty palms in his and getting down on his knees.

“You see, I…I've been in love with you since the day we met. Since the first moment I watched you stagger out of that ship-” Wait…what? “-I knew you were destined to be mine.” 

“You..?” As tempted as you were to ask what he meant, what ‘ship’ he spoke of, you let him continue. And how fortunate it was, as Phainon took it as a sign that his wooing was in full swing, and beamed up at you with the most glorious joy.

“Yes! Yes, I do. I want only to give you a comfortable life–I want to part the clouds so the sun shines on you always.” With your encouragement he climbed to his feet to meet your gaze. He was friendly, and jubilant, but you'd rarely ever seen him so blindly excited; it was pure and innocent, and as tightly as he clutched your hands and as odd as some of his words were phrased, you couldn't bear to pull away from him during such a crucial moment. 

“I don't…I don't know what to say, I-” Out of nowhere, a cold sense of dread made its way into your heart, and despite your befuddlement as to why it settled there it refused to let up. Your mouth grew drier as you tried to speak, but eventually Phainon helped you. 

“Say yes?” He pleaded with glistening blue eyes, tears threatening to spill against the backdrop of his hopeful smile. “Please?” 

“I-I..” You swallowed the growing anxiety that choked you up, and without words, you nodded. 

“You'll be mine?” He prodded eagerly, and again you mumbled a soft ‘yes’. Phainon leapt to his feet and practically cheered with joy, slinging his arms around you to lift you off your feet and twirl you around. He laughed, and happy tears made their way down his cheeks, before he planted a cool, wet kiss on your mouth that somehow chilled you right down to the bone. 

The guilt, the fear, the unease that grew inside you would all come to a head at some point. But the truth could be so easily twisted, cut up and rearranged to fit the story he wanted to play out. There wasn't any urgency aside from his own impatience, and not a single one of his fellow heroes or the demigods could judge what he did when it propelled him leaps and bounds closer to slaying Nikador. There would come a day when you would uncover his lies, just as surely as the sun would set at dusk and rise in the dawn. 

But what difference did it make? He had so much time to clear your mind to a blank slate, and conjure up a new life for the two of you as many times as it takes.

[justmejpg]

Ladies, I say we call all the tumblr Arcane and TLOU WLW writers, and just start spamming WLW stories.

Doesn’t even need to be proofread, doesn’t need to be perfect. We just take back the damn tag. Defend our territory.

[noxcheshire]

I just like Danny

Being put into misunderstandings

Whether that means he’s seen as an evil entity, or some unfortunate soul, or some tragic child going through life.

And those can go in so many ways, with Danny also feeling the hurt that COMES from those misunderstandings. But it can also be where he is just straight up vibing and unaware of those misunderstandings.

Now, out of all of them I am SUCH a sucker for the misunderstandings of Danny being a tragic child that had been used and abused, in whatever way the author deemed fit, and everyone else is just walking around protectively and eager to fist fight whoever hurt him.

Like —

Human Danny with two little de-aged babies Ellie and Dante with creepy Vlad? I will eat that UP.

Human Danny bewitched by possessive Phantom. Give me more ‘yandere Phantom’, I will smooch you.

Phantom being a dead child who might have been murderer by his parents, and are covering it up with a plausible Danny clone. The possibility????

Human Danny marked by the King of the Dead as a concubine/wife and must be helped from the tragedy of being a child bride. **frothing at the mouth** 🐕

Even the trope of sickly Danny —

I just want all of it

[cevherien]

Ellie Williams, ྀི♡

Yandere Alphabet Headcanons

Along with your blood, sweat and fresh wounds.

Warnings Yandere, Smut, Angst, Blood and Gore, Violence, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Lesbian Sex, ww, Sapphic, Drugged Sex, Dubious Consent, Kidnapping, Verbal Humiliation, Abuse, Toxic relationship

Also, hey. Dark content. Clearly. Kidnapping and yandere business is never consensual so keep that in mind.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Before Ellie started showing her lovesick tendencies, you'd thought that she was just the type of girl to be possessive over her loved ones, like a protective dog. But the more into the relationship you got the more intense her obsession became.

Insufferably jealous and easily irritable.

During sex she started getting rougher with you, leaving more visible marks across your body with her skilled mouth. Mumbling curses under her breath about how she couldn't bare to lose you, how you were meant to be. How much you meant to her.

"Tell me you'll never leave me angel, say it." she'd urge while two fingers knuckle deep into your sweet pussy, the pussy that belongs to her and her only. Curling them to your G-spot with ease, getting you to the edge with only simple movements.

With the way she blurs your thoughts, head in the stars with the satisfaction of each stroke, you can't get yourself to respond. All that leaves your lips are moans and the occasional call for her name.

Now that just won't do.

She'd grab your chin with her free hand, fingers squeezing your cheeks with a little more force than necessary, "I said tell me, tell me how much you need me." her fingers stop their movement so you can focus on her words better. "Say you'll never leave. Promise."

That night was the first time you saw such a dangerous spark in her pupils, one that spoke volumes about what was about to come.

"I promise, Ellie."

Not like you had a choice in her eyes.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Real messy.

We all know she gets the job done, she is no rookie in the killing game. This is not something new for her, the killing atleast.

But now she has you, she swore to be more careful to not get any unwanted attention from people but it's not her fault that a pretty little thing like you attract the worst kind of pesticides. She won't even dare call them human, just filth. Filth that wants to take you away. Unacceptable. Unforgivable.

-

Ellie violently stabs the now completely unrecognizable corpse. Been going at it even after it died. This little piece of shit had its eyes on you. Undeserving little whore that was, thinking it had a chance.

Her angry screams fill the night along with the wet splash of blood everywhere leaving god knows how many stab wounds behind.

Ellie pulls back away, but not without spitting at it for one last time.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Never. You are her sweetheart, her lifeline. The blood that pumps in her veins, it's all for you. The breath in her lungs rushes in for you and her heart beats with the contagious love she carries for you.

But the catch is, she expects the same from you. It's only fair, no? If Ellie is to dedicate her all for you, she thinks you should be doing just the same.

She worships you, quite literally.

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

Anything thats for your own good, for your own safety. She knows what's best for you, always. The more you deny, the more pervasive and stubborn she'll get, leaving you no freedom left whatsoever.

But in her eyes your freedom belongs to her. Just like how you do too. Her precious baby, all for her to love on, all for her to adore.

She doesn't acknowledge or recognize your autonomy & consent in times like this, yet ask her, she'll deny rape. Afterall, aren't you her sweet girlfriend, soon to be wife, darling, angel? ,,All her's so she doesn't really need to ask.’’

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Ellie is absolutely infatuated with you. We know that, whats new?

She is truly her genuine self with you, shows you all her colors, which also -unfortunately- includes the ugly aspects. Since she loves you this much, why can't you excuse her imperfections? Love her as she is. as the monster she has become

Disinterested and rude as she may be to others, to her angel she is a saint.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Betrayed, confused and scared..? You were supposed to be by her side no matter what. No matter. You promised. Come back. Don't go. Please don't leave.

Was she too overwhelming for you? Was her love too much?

That night she makes her plans for the abduction.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

She isn't playing when it comes to you, she can't have you abandon her. Ellie genuinely believes she's better off dead without you.

Foreshadowing

Oh and don't even try your luck running away, your first few attempts were futile and she had gotten more paranoid and violent after each try, leaving you no choice but hope for someone else to come get you. But Ellie would make sure nobody even knew of you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably first week of the kidnapping, just freshly captured and kept in Ellies basement for the time being, until you accept the shackles your new life, she'd be keeping you safe and sound.. or with no sound with the gags she used on you.

In her defense, you were screaming too much, tch her poor baby. You might just damage your throat and that just won't do. It's for your own well being baby, she swears.

"It hurts me more than it hurts you puppy, you know that."

-

The night that she drugged you, once too many times, she'd swore upon her love for you that this would be the last time. Since.. you won't be needing that no more, Ellie had planned this long before but now that it was finally happening, it felt surreal.

But hell, she couldn't keep her promise.

Why'd you have to misbehave so much? Just sit tight and enjoy your new life with her; getting used to it would take time, sure, but she had that in mind when she captured you, giving you some alone time in the basement to.. ehm, cope for a lack of a better word, cope with the loss of your old life, your freedom, your ways of living.

And soon yourself.

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

After the difficult first two weeks in the basement with a fit thrown every other day, it was inevitable for your resolve to slowly crumble, shattering into in salvageable pieces like the shards of a broken wine glass; knocked, devastated, broken.

And that's exactly what she wanted, what she needed. She had too many things in mind for you: wife you up, keep you safe in her grasp. Her little doll to do whatever she desired. But planning too far ahead was never Ellies forte, you knew that. Her kidnapping you was impulsive and selfish, and she doesn't regret it one bit.

But for now, she'll just have you all by herself. Keep you naked for her viewing pleasure, her sweet insatiable eye candy you were.

Just sit pretty, thats all you had to do.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Once she feels like you finally accept her and your new life she would start taking you out occasionally, not too much though, and you can't leave her side not even for a second. Ground rules are to be followed, and thats one absolute.

And at days when she felt jealous or envious, sometimes for absolutely no reason, she'd take it out on a complete stranger she claims looked your way weird or stared at you for too long. When she doesn't have anybody else to blame she takes it out on you.

"Baby how could you do something like this to me? Betraying me and my trust like that..?" she'd spit on your face while fingers digging through the sensitive skin of your cheeks, "Is that what you are, bitch? A whore?"

"Ellie please-"

"A fucking whore that tries to seduce anyone she possibly can, and for what huh? All you need is me, don't you get it-!"

With that Ellie has her way with you for the rest of the night. Nose buried deep into your cunt, sniffing in your scent while she sobs as you are too tired to shed more tears. She'd apologize a mantra, yet your body would be too boneless tired and overstimulated to even respond. You'd only be hearing her pleading in tidbits in your state.

sorrybaby sosorrybaby imsosorry iloveyou please pleasedontleave dontleave me please dont leave

-

Before the usurp, before she opened your eyes as to what kind of person she truly was, before all the trauma and abuse, when you two were just an unconventionally overloving couple, she'd be constantly on your neck about how other people had their eyes on you and how she wasn't having it. You'd shrug it off with 'they don't matter to me', 'you're the only one for me Ellie.' or 'why does it matter, just ignore them'

At first she'd listen to you, but time pass, and her impulses get heavier to control leading her to murder them, or worse, torture them behind your back. And things would only escalate from there.

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

Like a primal fucking animal.

Groping your ass every chance she got, one hand one your waist constantly as if something or someone was going to take you away from her.

Hands exploring your inner thighs when sitting together, occasionally going in too deep and settle on top of your crouch, just lets it linger there. Arousal hits your core in times like this, guilt getting harder to swallow with how enticing her touch is, yet her hand doesn't move. Just holds it still as to tell 'this pussy belongs to me' her eyes recite the same story, 'she's mine right? my cunt.'

When she has you naked, fingers in your mound just fingerwarming your wet pussy barely moving and avoiding your clit and leaking hole, only maybe caressing your puffy wet lips if she's feeling generous. Afterall, you were but trouble at times, and she was just giving you a lesson. Patience.

She was doing much more than you deserved, with how ungrateful you were, she was convinced.

But with the way your nails would imprint on her forearms and wrists, her name falling with heavy moans as you whine for your sweet most anticipated release, she'd give in and slide two fingers in, just easily with the way you were creaming all over her palm.

And when your orgasm finally hits, you cry out with so much pent up satisfaction that it would make Ellie hurl. Music to her fucking ears.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Ellie is hardly around people, and if she is, she's stoic and serious. Really not much of a people person, not anymore atleast. The only person she needs is you, anyway. Why would she bother with incompetent fools.

The only time she's around people is when she's out on a deputy, and it doesn't take her long to come back considering she skillfully handles the missions with ease, swift and faithful with the thoughts of you at home. Home. What a foreign concept made possible by you.

But what could be said is, Ellie has an impossible to read Poker-Face. Try as they might, no use. She's a mystery to everyone but you. She shows the real Ellie to you and you only.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Sex. Ellie uses sex both as a gratification and as a punishment. It might sound dubious but really, is the least painful thing she does. Atleast on your end, it makes you feel good even for the shortest of time. Goddamn her and her masterfully talented hands and tongue.

Everytime you cum for her you feel guilty, guilty for feeling good in your situation. Guilty for liking the rape.

Guilty for starting to crave your kidnapper.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

She's certainly patient with you, as long as you don't make a fuss, she'll tolerate you quite fine.

Just.. don't try to leave her, that won't end well.

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

You're not going anywhere, she's convinced herself that. Atleast not physically. You're binded to her as long as you live. But what if you die. Then what?

Then she dies too, that simple. If you were killed, she'll seek revenge and pull another Abby hunt before she commits. But more violent this time around, the second time losing someone so close, this close, and now she truly has nothing else to lose.

Her death would be quick and smooth with a revolver to her head. Not wasting any time, she wants to see you again. Maybe in an afterlife. Ellie's never been a believer, she never believed in that kind of stuff, but for you she wants to. She hopes to.

With the pull of her trigger she'd go out effortlessly. Her body going limp with a subtle smile on her lips, ready to see you once again.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Regretting kidnapping you? No way in heaven or hell, that was the best thing she'd ever done, the only right thing -she's pretty convinced - she's ever done.

But after every punishment you receive, the smallest resemblance of humanity left in her twinges. Not enough for her to stop or change her ways though. Just an uncomfortable little shiver up her spine.

She's not ever letting you go.

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

All her life, Ellie's been abandoned wether they intended to leave her or not. She'd been left alone for too long, nothing was ever permanent in her life. Every thing and everyone she'd loved and cared for had turned into nothing but a figment of her memories.

... Joel was her breaking point.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

She's conflicted when it comes to this, at one hand it turns her on. She can't really explain why. ever heard of a fetish Ellie? But it also hurts her soul to see you suffer like that. And for what?

For you to get used to her that is. If then, she finds no mean in interfering with that. When it comes to that point of denying her so much that you isolate yourself for days, she knows your resolve is about to break soon.

It's just a matter of time before you fully give in.

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

Definitely the love and admiration she has towards you. She cherishes you so much to the point that, she would not only kill but die for you.

Do what you will with that information.

But she will certainly be hesitant with the self sacrifice route, since she doesn't want to leave you alone. What would you possibly do if she died?

Especially since she made sure to mindbrand you shamelessly.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

This goes without saying but she truly believes there is nothing more serene than having you under her touch, besides wasn't all the hussle she went through just to have you enough to prove it?

And the worship doesn't stop there, not with the murders or the sex. With her devoting everything she is to you, it's only a matter of time for you to get lost and be over consumed by her lust love.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

You're not aware but she'd been watching you left and right for years. Not making a single mistake in her ways or getting caught.

Never thought she would even end up with you at first, but when a night in the bar had you two all over eachother - definitely not because she spiked your drink, it was all for you she says - and fucking like animals all night she asked you on a date and things progressed.

You were completely oblivious to the fact that this was her plan all along. You only thought of her as a faithful encounter, a one night stand turned into your new girlfriend. But Ellie had something completely different in mind.

-

You have no idea how painful it is for her to be away from you, like ever. After Ellie kidnapped you, she still had to work to keep things moving. Which meant being away from home, from you.

Her being away so often left you all alone in the house, resolve broken from the emotional manipulation she'd been doing to you for so long.

In the earlier days of the abduct you had tried to escape, multiple times. But after some time -and a lot of abuse- you'd became completely dependent on her. The plan she had worked wonders, breaking your resolve and keeping you all to herself till the end of days.

Now you just wait for her arrival like a loyal little puppy. Stockholm syndrome so strong that you feel stressed and anxious when she's not around.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Her poor little innocent angel, you don't know any better now, do you? It breaks Ellie's heart to see you hurt, see you so out of it and shattered, but it had to be done.

When she first took you in and you rejected to eat or drink anything, let alone spare her a glance, it became the only option. Had to have you one way or another. Either you'd eventually submit to your new life or she'd have to get you get used to it.

Has to have you to the point of no return in which you feel the constance of time breathing down your neck everytime you're not with Ellie, not under her touch, not near her warmth. Craving her like some drug. Completely dependent on her to feel something, anything.

Then again, she'd much rather not have you go through a single bad experience with her, -that's what she promised, yet..- unless you really push it she'd be as gentle as the night sky.

Just be her sweet escape, the darling she can come back home to, her beloved. It's about time you get used to it by now.

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

Do I need to go see a therapist? Why do I find this hot?

[graveyardhorror]

𖤓 TLOU ELLIE WILLIAMS | modern!headcanons

misc. masterlist

-huge nerd and gamer, has played every video game you can think of, don’t believe me just ask her, spends an insanely unhealthy amount of time watching videos breaking down the lore for her favorite games, insists on having to know the meaning of every detail

-her wardrobe consists of old jeans, tank tops and band tees, one pair of “nice” jeans for special occasions and her lucky pair of converse, doesn't own any actual 'fancy' or going out clothes 

-doesn’t see the point in buying new clothes and shoes since she’s content with what she has and doesn’t want more, she has her own sense of style which is comfortable and practicable

-every year she goes on a couple of hunting trips with her old man (adoptive father joel <3) where they go camping and hunt different wild animals like deer, elk, moose, rabbit, and even bears

-hiking and camping trips with joel, having lots of cute and silly polaroids of the two of them during their adventures throughout the years, joel definitely sheds a tear looking at these pictures of his babygirl growing up

-drawing and painting every chance she gets, if ellie has already done all tasks and work she will be working on a new art piece, likes sketching joel when he's not aware/candid because she thinks it captures h

-ellie playing guitar when she can't sleep, gets very excited when she learns a new guitar song/tune because she can't wait to play it for joel; ellie asks joel to play for her all the time, sing too but he's not used quite used to having such a big fan of his guitar skills and as a result refuses to hide his nervousness

-watching dinosaur and space documentaries, her birthday parties always been space or dino themed, having small and intimate birthday celebrations with only close friends and newfound family, because sometimes the best family is the one we create ourselves

dividers by mikeykuns & cafekitsune

[moonbyulsstuff]

Hi can you do a yandere navier from remarried empress with a female reader?

She's Mine.

Female Reader.

Requested.

Masterlist

Request Rules.

Tap tap tap..

Navier's footstep echoed through the halls, the moonlight shining through the windows creating a lucent look in the hallways. Her feet making her go to the usual chambers of a woman that she knows, loves and obsess over.

Her day has been hectic, ever since the death of Sovieshu by killed by a "assassin" caused a ruckus in the empire. The whole empire was in mourning for the loss of their Emperor but Navier could care less of her now ex husband's death.

She was tired of putting a facade for the entire week as nobles, commoners, and peasants showed their sympathy for her. Saying on how it must have been hard for Navier to know that her "beloved" husband had died to due an assassin.

Through countless tears and fake empathy about Sovieshu death, the day had finally ended and she can go back to not caring about him at all and show her love to the woman that had captured her heart.

The big wooden doors closed and on the other side the woman she all knew too well, her breath hitched and she can feel her palms sweating at the thought of seeing her once more.

Without knocking, Navier opened the door and saw the sleeping figure of the woman in the bed all by. The moonlight caressing her face softly, Navier could feel her heart beating against her chest.

Her gaze wondered over the gifts that she had given her, the vase that was filled of [Name] favorite flowers, her books laid across the tables and shelves, ones that Navier knew she would enjoy the most.

And then onto the jewelry laid across her vanity, and her dresses and shoes. Navier could feel her smile widen at the sight, and the countless times she saw [Name] wearing the clothes, shoes and jewelry she had given her.

Or how she spoke about the books that she had gifted to her, Navier liked to hear the sound of [Name] voice. It was better than anything, it calmed her senses and made her relaxed.

"Your majesty?"

Oh, what a lovely sound..

"Oh, [Name].."

Navier watched with hawk eyes as [Name] sat up on the bed, observing every detail. The way her hair was a mess, how close lidded her eyes were whenever she just woke up, how plump her lips were. Gosh, she was just so irresistible..

"What are you doing here?"

The Empress smiled and sat down on her bed, her hand softly caressing the sheets. "Just wanted to check up on you.." Navier voice was soft and melodic, [Name] smiled.

"I appreciate the concern, your majesty.. but you don't need to. I'm perfectly fine.."

[Name] smiled at the Empress which made her heart flutter at the sight of her smile. "... I can't sleep.." She gave a excuse.

"Huh..? You can't sleep?"

Navier nodded. "I have a hard time sleeping ever since of Sovieshu death..." Navier said, acting sad to gain empathy from [Name]. Putting on the fake small tears, she could see [Name] gaze softened and moved closer to her.

"It's going to be alright your majesty..." [Name] wrapped her arms around Navier and pulled her close, Navier lip's twitched when they made contact. She buried her head against [Name] chest.

".... Can I sleep here with you? It'll make me sleep better.." Navier lied, feeling her smile widen and was glad that [Name] couldn't see her face right now.

"Of course, your majesty..."

"Thank you.."

They laid on the bed and got comfortable, [Name] laid down on her side as well as Navier. Facing each other. "Goodnight your majesty.." [Name] said with a smile which Navier returned.

"Goodnight.."

[Name] closed her eyes and peacefully slept, Navier felt giddy and caress her face. Her face became flustered and possessively wrapped her arms around [Name], pulling her closer to her.

"You're mine.. [Name]..." She whispered, caressing her [H/C] locks. Running her fingers through it. "You're mine... and no one can take you away from me..." Navier placed a soft kiss on her forehead, tightening her hold around [Name] as she slept.

"You will be mine... and we'll be together... forever..."

[omkookie]

⌕ :IKEMEN_VILLAINS

⌕ Dumb ikevil memes

YANDERE

You're not getting away! You're his. / Liam

Insanity / Elbert

ANGST

...

SMUT

Hate sex pt 1 / Roger, William, Alfons. (Angsty)

Hate sex pt 2 / Liam, Elbert, Jude. (Angsty)

So beautiful / Elbert

Pervert!Alfons

The ex doctor / Roger ⚠️ (breeding/darkkk)

I don't think we'll ever be done with you / Jude, Roger, and Ellis together ⚠️ (dark)

[judesmoonbeauty]

Just finished Ellis Chapter 19…….

Well shit.

Context: Ellis & Kate have a heart to heart of sorts

[yandere-fics]

I had an overall scenario. How would they take advantage of a touch starved darling? Maybe reader didn't have the best support growing up and can't help but feel warm when being given physical affection.

♡ Do They Take Advantage Of Touch Starved Reader ♡

(chose to do this with the sisters since i did something sort of similar with the city and kingdom.)

♡ Skye is just a little bit stupid and might not notice this tendency of yours, she just is happy you like her and want to touch her a lot but she doesn't think about how she could push you by taking advantage of how much you want touch until one day she works a 14 hour shift at the library, coming back to you being particularly clingy and upset, begging her to never leave you, how you need her, and then the light bulb goes of in her head and she realizes she should totally do something with this to keep you forever. ♡

♡ Sophie is a bit smarter and realizes that she can do something with this though she's highly unlikely to deprive you on purpose, she will have to leave on jobs on occasion but she's not trying to make you desperate because she views herself as like your caretaker and she has to make sure her doll has all their needs fulfilled though she will use it to possibly get away with pushing you into sexual activity even when you really don't want to. ♡

♡ Ellie is also particularly touch starved and often will come out of her office to recharge by holding and biting you so it's a blessing to her that you enjoy her touch and even touch her back, this only makes her more delusional so don't tell her you're like this with anyone else or she will bite you for hours and your skin will actually hurt. ♡

♡ Darla notices even before she asks you out so of course she's going to take advantage of this, she won't let any of her friend group touch you either, no one except her with ever be allowed to touch you so you're so starved for her. Your friend touches your hair to untangle something in it? They'll be bullied out of the college very quickly. She needs the only touch you know from now on to be hers, exclusively. ♡

[love-toxin]

would yandere Charles Xavier...baby trap his beloved?

OH......YEAH!!!! <3

(cws: DDDNE, fem!reader, crazy fucked up n-con, babytrapping, drunk sex, drugging, pregnancy talk, jealousy, dirty talk, super manipulative yandere charles)

I'm thinking Days of Future Past Charles again....the yearning. The loving glimpses of the life with you he let slip through his fingers. Every day that he's without you is painful, but when he finds you again, he's complete.

There's no way he can let that happen again. Ever. You belong to him. You're part of him. He's become so disillusioned by your reappearance in his life that he can't focus on anything but you. If you let him, all he would do is make love to you every day, kiss you, hold you in his arms, sweep your feet out from under you and carry you wherever you wanted to go. Even when you plead with him to stop taking the drugs, he's just so hooked on the feeling of being there for you that he wants his legs more than his powers. Plus, the sex is incredible when his mind isn't filled with thoughts and worries, and he can move around as freely as he wants. And part of it is perhaps willful ignorance--there's a quiet part of him that doesn't want to hear any negative thoughts in your head. He wants to live in the blissful delusion that you're just as obsessed with him as he is with you, that you want all the same things he does.

And one of those is, well...home. Charles is tired of the people he loves cycling in and out--he's sick of losing people and watching everything he cares about slip away slowly. He has a place to call home, but nothing to fill it with that's distinctly his. It's been a shelter for so long, for Raven, for the X Men, for his students, but he craves something more. Family.

But you can give him that. It would be a blessing, wouldn't it? On good days he watches the way you move, how your eyes light up with your laughter, the sun setting a glow over your skin. It's crude, but he can't help it; you would look so good pregnant. You'd get a cute waddle in your walk, a bump, and you'd have to rely on him so much more to help you when you're far along. He could put a ring on your finger and try for your first the very same night--nobody has to know you haven't had the wedding yet, and who would even care?

When you start having sex regularly, on the daily now that Charles has his muse back, it's obvious he's being risky. Coaxing you into letting him slip the rubber off, so sincere as he promises you he'll pull out...but each time he gets close, so close, that you have to keep your wits about you just to make sure you cry for him to slow down before he lets it get out of hand. The twitching and pulsing and throbbing inside you is so good, but you know Charles is acting strange about doing it unprotected. You gain a sense that he's hiding something but you want to trust your beloved, so you neglect to insist on using condoms again.

That's your own mistake. Charles tries to convince you to let him cum in you, at least once, but he gets more insistent around the time you should be ovulating. It's even harder for you to resist him at that time, but you manage to hold your ground--until he resorts to truly dirty tactics, and gets the two of you drunk while you've got the mansion all to yourselves. As usual, he's handsy right off the bat, kissing you while his belt buckle digs into your soft thigh. He just barely manages to guide you upstairs while he stumbles himself, laughing and cackling along with you as you lean on each other and teeter about the corridor like the drunken fools you are.

As it turns out, Charles is a pretty good actor. And as badly as he feels about it initially, mixing that powder into your drink really did make it easier for him to get his way--you're already fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, and when you trip and fall back against the floor as you stumble into his bedroom, all you can do is giggle dazedly with your eyes closed like you're floating on cloud nine. As he crawls on top of you to help you up (with no intention of actually doing so) he's deft in hiking up your skirt, and though in your drunken state you're conscious enough to tease about him not being as wasted as he seemed, your addled mind has no idea just how true that turns out to be.

When his buckle finally comes loose and he's slowly sliding it in, it's paradise. Your body is willing and your mind is void of common sense; you're barely staying awake as he takes you right there on the floor, skirt pooled around your hips as Charles mutters praises under his breath. "Right there, so tight--such a good mother, you'll make such a good mother, darling-" He can't stop, he might just be addicted to your drugged pussy from that moment on. It's foul, it's disgusting, it's wrong, but when he hitches his hips right up against yours and sucks in a deep breath, knowing you can't say no to what he's about to do, he feels more at peace than he has in years. His shoes squeak against the hardwood as he struggles to pin you down, your limbs twitching and flailing erroneously while he's working on making you a sweet little baby to take care of in the future. Charles eventually resorts to holding your head down with his palm, your cheek pressed to the floor that vibrates with the strength of his thrusts into your pliant body.

"You need this," he mutters under his breath, fighting the guilt settling in his chest at your growing whimpers for mercy. "Last time you ever fucking leave me, whore."

Mmh. Well, maybe he's a little drunk after all. The anger at your disappearance still simmers near the surface, and that betrayal isn't one so easily forgiven. You should be trained out of it so you never make that mistake again. Perhaps becoming a doting mom will fix that defect in you, just as he hopes it fixes the deranged, vile forces inside of him that would have him lure you into something as debased as this. With every plap of his hips growing sticky with your slick, Charles can sense those urges screaming out for him to make you his.

In a haze, he orders you to shut up, to stop that incessant whining and try to enjoy what he's giving you. When you try wiggling your hips away, feebly attempting to escape the pleasure growing harder to resist, he yanks you back on his length and bruises your tits in his rough hands as recompense. If he wasn't intent on impregnating you, he would flip you over and show you how mean he can really get--but he has a job to do first, and he won't let you out from under him until you can't walk without spilling his seed. Even if Erik never laid a hand on you during these long years apart, you still chose another man to scamper off with, and that will never happen again....not if you're all swollen with his baby.

"I-I'll swallow it, Ch-Charlie-" You slur, trailing off into mindless blabber as he bends your knees back to your chest. So cute. You think you can talk yourself out of it, but he's already there--already bursting at the seams with the promise of new life, already biting down on your neck like a hound as the heat overwhelms him and fills you with ropes of thick, virile cum. So potent your body already eases to welcome him in, and your walls tighten and clench when he pulls out, like you don't want to spill even a drop.

You're so fucking drunk, you can't even keep your head up. You look a right sloppy mess, laying there with your skirt pulled up and cum pooling underneath your hips, as if you're some used sex doll that's been kicked under the bed after serving your purpose. But Charles would never think of you that way, and he wants you to know that; Erik may have stolen you away and poisoned your mind against him, but he clearly abandoned you too once he'd taken everything he wanted from you. Yes, he may have taken advantage of you now in a sickening way, but it was for a good reason, wasn't it?

Yes, it was for all the right reasons. Charles has to tell himself that to stave off the guilt that follows, the tension in your shoulders when next he touches you and the fear of him that may never go away. Soon, you'll see that his efforts have borne fruit. And when you tear up and collapse in a panic at the result of the test in your hands, Charles, your Charlie, will be right there to soothe you with promises that everything will be alright.

[yanverse]

Good Morning - Morgan Lane

plot: morgan doesn't want you to go to work <3

(cws: gn! darling, lazy sex, anal, unprotected, fingering, dirty talk, begging, quickie, lil jealousy factor, slight size difference, established relationship)

word count: 2.1k

It was the sun rays peeking through the curtains that had first woken you up, but the rumbling of Morgan's light snores against your back was the second. He had passed out on top of you, holding you like a teddy bear in his sleep, and although he was soft it didn't mean he wasn't strong enough to keep you there. Morgan had always been a big guy, and without some decent leverage or just a convincing argument for him to let you up, you'd watch the minutes on the alarm clock pass by on his bedside until you were late.

“Gotta go to work, baby.” You tried to wiggle out from under him, but Morgan's hefty frame kept you pinned, as did his thick arms around your waist. He whined and mumbled something incoherent into your hair, though it was clear enough that he wasn't intent on letting you leave the bed. “Morgan, c'mon. Can't be late again.”

“Yes you can.” He huffed softly into your ear as he shifted around, finally pulling his head up to reach it so you could hear his sweet, hoarse voice, and feel his chapped lips press kisses to your jaw. You both were a bit raspy from the night before, but from the way your boyfriend had exerted himself he was a lot worse off than you were. Your scalp was sore, your back ached, but aside from that and a smattering of bruises all across your body you at least had some energy to spare. Morgan might as well have been dead weight on top of you–well, except for one not-so-small part that was a bit more excited.

“Morgan.” You warned with a stern tone. He rubbed lazy circles into your hip, the spot where your underwear didn't quite reach and it was just bare, smooth skin.

“‘m not doing anything.” He shifted his hips, but the distinct stiffness digging into your thigh didn't let up. It only moved to align more with your cheeks as he ground it gently against you.

“Yes you are.”

“No ‘m not.”

“Yes you are, Morgan Lane.”

“Can't help it.” Morgan finally moaned, his breath a flutter of air as his hips stuttered. As much as you used it to be firm with him, you knew good and well how much he liked it when you pulled out the “government name” as he called it. Probably just because he really liked bugging you. “Feels so nice…I bet you look so pretty.”

“I need to go to work.”

“Work can go to hell,” He panted, moving up all of a sudden to sit up on his knees. “I'm sick of missing time with you.” The calluses on his huge, warm hands rubbed against your skin as he lifted your shirt up, and squeezed soft handfuls of your ass in his palms as he started playing with it. Your butt had such a hold on him that it drove you crazy, you'd rarely seen such an ass man in your life–although maybe that was in part because he had to feel it to see it, or maybe just because your boyfriend was a deplorable freak in bed.

“Morgan-”

“Pleeeease,” He begged selfishly. “Please, baby, I'll be so good if you give it to me. Promise! I want you so bad…I can't survive the day without a part of you with me..” He put on that false, whiney tone while his whimpers hit your ears like a weak spot and the low, soft rasp of his voice sent tingles down your spine. Morgan knew exactly what he was doing as he groped you, there was no playing innocent with him.

You felt him tug on the waist of your underwear–not enough to yank it down, just to plead silently with you for permission–and just like you always ended up doing, you let out a sigh and a “be quick, then” and he grinned into a kiss on the back of your neck.

“Ultra-speed service, I promise.” He chuckled, tugging the fabric down to your knees.

“That's not something to brag about.” You rolled your eyes, but Morgan had his tongue on your thigh in seconds and you just sort of forgot about it. He liked the tease of inching up closer and closer to your sex, sometimes he'd start at your knees or he'd even kiss his way up from your calves if he had the time. This morning it was quick though, and he spread your cheeks apart with little ceremony as he sucked his two fingers into his mouth. Slowly, he eased the tips of them against your tight rim, but chuckled hoarsely when he felt them wiggle in with more immediate acceptance than he anticipated.

“You like it, huh?”

“Don't start.” You warned, but your tone was undeniably cheeky. You could only hide your small, prideful smile by burying your face in his pillow.

Morgan inched his fingers deeper, taking time not to strain you but keeping a steady pace to make sure he didn't make you too late. You'd already be limping into work anyways with how hard his cock was as it stirred in his boxers.

“Always knew you were fuckin’ dirty.” He murmured under his breath, and when he took that tone with you your legs buckled and started shaking with the intensity of your moans. Morgan liked talking dirty but he always had some anxiety that you didn't, so it was rare that he'd let it go completely and just say whatever came to mind. But he had no idea just how hot it was and how good he was at it, especially with his voice all low and raspy from a night of sleep. God knows how you did any work around him when he was sick. “You like it back here, huh? You like getting your ass played with?”

“Morgan-” You cried out, but only finished with a squeal as he brought his palm down on your behind. He could leave welts if he really tried, but usually some swelling and a bit of soreness was the norm. If you were good, that was.

“Want your coworkers to find out you like this?” He muttered as he straddled himself over you, your thighs pinned to the bed as you listened to the shlick of him freeing his cock and stroking it into readiness. He spit into his palm to work some slickness into it, but obviously realized that wasn't enough as you caught his hand in your peripheral reaching to the nightstand to crack open your bottle of lube. A bit of patting around led him right to it. “Bet they'd think you're a whore. Wouldn't they?” You listened to the squirt of fluid splashing into his hand. With your nails digging into the sheets and gripping them shakily, you nodded into the pillow.

“Good.” He huffed, guiding his sticky, slick tip between your cheeks to nestle in against that tight, rough spot. “Then they'll know I fuck you too good to take you away from me.”

“Morgan–nngh-!” A squeal erupted from your lips, not quite caught by your hands as you clapped them over your mouth, as the bed suddenly dipped and pressure spread you open in an instant. Morgan gasped himself as he slid in too quickly and paused with just the tip inside, his hands planted on either side of your head to grip the sheets in earnest.

“Oh my god, oh my…fffuuck sorry, shit, didn’ mean to–” Your walls pulsed around him and he froze, but his lungs seized to push out an airy moan that was so high you weren't sure he could ever copy it. “Ooohh, honey, are you looking at me? No, right?” He gasped out like he'd just been holding his breath. His hand slid over to thread through your hair, and he felt you shake your head with your face in the pillows. “Mmnh…okay, I got a good picture in my head. Jesus-” Morgan thrusted forwards, burying himself entirely in that impossibly tight space, and his grip on your hair jolted pain through you as he yanked it back. “-fucking christ! Shh-hit-”

It wasn't abnormal for Morgan to get a little lost in the thick of it when he was getting off, but things only grew more intense the longer you spent together. Somehow the honeymoon phase wasn't just a phase, but more like a transitional period; with every mundane effort Morgan got more sensitive to you, he liked you more, he was satisfied easier. You weren't sure what it was about him or you or both of you as a couple, but it seemed like every time you came together your boyfriend grew more attached to you. In fact, it felt like he nearly wanted to be a part of you–especially once he hit a good rhythm, and bucked his hips down with the aim of getting as deep into you as he could possibly manage.

“Feel it in your belly? Yeah?” He moaned from behind, lips flush to the back of your neck. “Ohhh, fuck, fuck–”

“M-Morgan-!” You spluttered out, having finally found your voice. You hissed at him to quiet down, to not wake up your neighbours so early in the morning, but he only bit down on your shoulder and his cries still thrummed muffledly throughout the apartment. You'd just have to accept your fate at this point. Morgan snaked a hand around your waist and pressed his huge, warm palm to your belly. The sensation of him sheathed inside you, whether imagined or really felt, had his hips pinned to your backside as he barely pulled back out to thrust. Every shlick, shluck, shluck vibrated through your body as he let your sweet walls suck him in closer.

His fingertips grazed your scalp to remind you he was there, to ensure his grip on you wasn't forgotten as he rutted against you with moans wasted against your skin. I love you, I love you, I love you. Those words would be his if his teeth weren't sunk into your flesh as he grunted them, humping feverishly to claim that end he wanted so badly. Morgan pitched you forward further into the blankets, weight pinning you completely under him; and with your nails dug into the crisp sheets you'd just washed this week, you felt a cord inside you snap with need that awashed you, suddenly, with an all-encompassing sense of bliss to block out the ache of Morgan's depth. He shuddered, stilled, and your woeful spasming rendered him utterly speechless–he stiffened and blew out each burst of love he'd kept locked up, and only as he did so did he finally melt into your sweat-soaked back like his bones had turned to jelly. His teeth finally unlatched as he shivered out a deep sigh, a kiss placed to your broken skin before he laid his cheek to your spine and puffed out each low, laborious breath in time with your heartbeat.

As the peace slowly returned, your high coming down with relative ease, you shifted slightly only to feel a dribble of hot, sticky warmth pulse downwards. Like glue, it stuck the two of you together, but you nudged at Morgan to move himself apart so you could clean up from the aftermath. For once, he agreed without complaint and slid off of your tired body to roll over on his back beside you. The expression on his face could be described as nothing less than complete, serene bliss as he caught his breath, one of those huge hands perched on his chest.

“See?” He panted, eyes blankly staring up at the ceiling. “Super…fast.”

“You made a mess,” You hushed dryly, slipping out of his loose grip on your thigh to head into his bathroom. You wobbled, caught yourself on the nightstand, and although he called out in worry if you were okay, you certainly were. A bit of stumbling was nothing new when Morgan and the bedroom were involved. “I'm taking a shower.”

“Me too?” His face lit up, he heaved himself up on one elbow to face the bathroom door, and before you could stop him with an absolutely not, you mongrel he was already feeling his way along the wall to slip inside. Joining you would almost certainly lead to something even messier, but…it was Morgan. That boyish charm, messy curls, bright, freckled smile as he patted your face and lifted it up to kiss it–the soft rasp of his voice as he let you know how good you were, how nice you felt, how beautiful he knew you were, the hand on your lower back as he steadied you and nudged the dial to spray a hail of fresh, warm water to soothe your aches…and how could you ever, ever say no to that?

[simpingforblackfire]

Masterlist

DC:

Platonic Yandere Starfire and Platonic Yandere Dick x (usually fem) reader (don't necessarily have to be read consecutively to be understood past part one and two but these posts are all a part of the same universe)

Part One: How the reader met Starfire/Dick and when they decided to kidnap her

Part Two: A direct continuation to part one where you realise you have been kidnapped

Part Three: Life with your captors/basically their patience with you

Part Four: Dick Focused: Life with your captors with the focus on Dick and how he deals with being angry at you

Part Four: Starfire Focused: Life with your captors with the focus on Starfire and how she deals with being angry at you

Part Five: Starfire Focused: Drabbles of Life with your captors with the focus being on our girl Star. Basically Star reacting to reader being all pouty and shit.

Part Six: General Drabbles of Life with your captors

Part Seven: When the reader is sick

Part Eight: If the reader tried to run away/if they harmed themselves

Nah I’m good: Platonic (yandere?) Bruce Wayne x f reader x (romantic) Sugar

Part One

The Last of us:

Dom Ellie William x fem reader: basically just Ellie giving the reader head. Porn with feelings type shit.

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes:

I'll crawl home to her: Lucy Gray Baird x fem reader (x platonic Coriolanus Snow)

Part One

Happy to take requests x