#yandere hange x reader

[lazyexcuse]

*Y/n and Levi training*

Levi, wiping the blood from his lips with a smirk: “Oh yeah? Is that the best you can do?”

Y/n, holding back tears: “Yeah actually, I’m trying really hard..”

Levi, standing up straight, shocked: “Oh.. ok.. hey— it’s ok—“

[agoraphxnics]

He’s a selfish dragon. He knows he should let you go, free you from the tower your father so cruelly placed you in. That would be the humane thing to do. Alas, he is no human. He was—and is—monstrous beast of legend, yet here he remains just as much a prisoner as you after being outsmarted by your father. He should hate you for even having that wretched man’s blood, but your golden heart beckons to him. He is a dragon, after all, and he would be remiss to ignore treasure when he sees it.

He’s hoarding you away, an avaricious move that goes beyond his duty to fight off your suitors until one bests him. He won’t let them take you; it doesn’t matter how hard they try.

You became his the moment you were both charged with this tower.

And dragons will do anything to keep their things.

[schoolsucks-tellmeotherwise]

When the Last Petal Falls(Part 1)

Yandere!Duke x Male!Reader

You were put into an arranged marriage with a duke who's infamous for killing those married to him after the death of his wife when their son was but a newborn. After the marriage, the man ignored you, not even visiting your room on your wedding night. But the child was far too cute and lonely to simply ignore!

A/n : so uhh, idk how it happened, but I accidentally published my unfinished draft of this, I don't know how, last time I checked it was still in my drafts! I took a nap, turned off my notifications. And then when I woke up there was '____ liked your post: 'When the last petal falls'' and I was like, wtf, I didn't even upload it though.ヽ⁠༼⁠⁰⁠o⁠⁰⁠；⁠༽⁠ノ

A/n#2 : welp, it's updated now, so I'll see you on part two when I start working on it, hopefully I don't accidentally post it again.(⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

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You weren't all too thrilled about your wedding, but it's not like you could do anything about it. Your family was hemorrhaging money in a project that cost far more than what they had, stupid, really stupid. Now they're marrying off their eldest child, you, to a man, who was infamous for murdering his spouses, for profit! But you (the maids) packed your belongings and got yourself dressed non the less.

You stared at yourself as a maid continued to do your hair, all the while her coworkers arguing about what you should wear. "BUBBA!!" A small yet strong voice of a little girl yelled accompanied by rapid footsteps. Soon enough you hear the footsteps come to a halt as the door to the room opened slightly. You turned you head slowly so you don't ruin whatever the maid was doing. Seeing a tiny head peeking in, you smiled softly as you ushered your little sister in.

"You're going all ready?" She pouts as a she makes her way over to you with her arms outstretched. You engulf her in a hug when she got close enough before answering her question. "Unfortunately, I am, why? Are you going to miss your big brother?" You joke, Rose buried her face further into your clothes. Then you heard a a barely audible sniffle, not from Rose, no, but from out the door. You could guess the maid that was dutifully styling you hair heard it too when she stopped her work. You look at her before gently carrying Rose with you while she looked down towards the ground curiously.

Opening the door, you saw your youngest sibling trying to dry his tears with his sleeves. Crouching down, you place your hand over the one he was using to wipe his tears. "Finn, why are you crying?" You whisper gently, picking him up in your unoccupied arm. "B-big brother..... No go..." He whimpers clutching onto your shirt. You sigh softly, you gently place Rose down on the ground, with a pat to her head, so you could run your fingers through the young boys hair.

"I won't be gone forever, you two." You say as you walk towards the maid who was doing your hair earlier, Rose following you. You say down with Finn in your lap, calling a maid to get your little sister a chair as well. "You may continue." You tell the maid. Rose was oddly quiet the entire time, you won't question it though.

"... Can't you ask mother and father to hold off your marriage..." A deep yet quiet voice says. You nearly jump, you didn't hear him enter the room at all. "Wilhelm.. didn't I tell you to make noise so I know you're there?" You scold without turning to look at him. "I'm sorry.... I forgot to do so.. are you angry?" He whispers so quietly you had to strain your ears to hear. "No, I'm not." You say simply and you four were plunged into silence.

You sigh when 5 minutes have passed with no words spoken, the only noise being the whisper-yells of the maids(they tried to be quiet out of respect, they failed). You shift slightly so you could hand Wilhelm your sleeping brother. When he takes Finn in his arms you shoo the two siblings away, you're sure they were busy something before deciding to ignore that and come to you. "Well, you two have somewhere you need to be, make sure to put Finn in his cot beforehand." You say, leaving no room for objections.

The two look at each other before Wilhelm nods, a quick 'goodbye' leaving his lips and Rose hugs you quickly, turning away and walking to the door the young girl gives you a wave and a bye of her own. Only a few minutes later and your hair was finally finished, the other also having agreed on what you'd wear.

"You look stunning, young master!"

"I agree."

"Kyaaa! The young master's just so pretty! There's no way the duke won't like it!"

They all comment, but the last one but you on edge. It made you remember just who exactly you were marrying. 'That's right... I'm marrying him...' You thought, you were scared, and you couldn't deny it even if you wanted to. Getting married to someone you don't love is already hard enough, but getting married to someone who cloud kill you without consequences was terrifying.

"Young master? Are you alright? You seem quite troubled"

You hear a maid call out, a frown etched on her face. You quickly muster an 'I'm alright, don't worry' to her and she reluctantly believes it. The others looked worried to, yet never spoke a word, a silent conversation happening between them as they look at one another. Though they escort you out no less.

When you step out of the house you see lines of servants on the edge of the path way, your family (minus one) was in front of the gate and slightly blocking your view of a white and gold carriage behind them.

"[Y/n], you look stunning."

Your mother says as she hugs you. You wrap your arms around her as well before she pulls away. You feel a heavy hand gently hold place itself on your shoulder.

"Make our family proud, [Y/n]."

Your father says simply, but you can barely make out the slight waver of his stern voice. You give him a reassuring, close-eyed smile before saying 'Of course, father.'

As you step into the carriage with the help of the maids you hear your siblings call out. You smile at them and wave as the carriage starts moving.

The wedding hall was packed full of aristocrats, royalty and the like. Your family chatting up to your soon-to-be husband's family as you were given some touch ups behind the scenes by a maid. You were nervous, if not for your life then for the fact that if this went awry, your family would be in trouble, trouble that can't be quickly fixed.

Once the maid was finished you heard the king give an early congratulations to you and the duke for your marriage. You could see the duke waiting at the alter. And as you've guessed, he wasn't at all thrilled by this arrangement. It made fear for yourself more as you started to walk down the aisle.

You flinched as you felt him pull the veil away from your face harshly. You could feel your palms getting clammy as the officiant begins to read your vows.

"Do you, Iver Quinnell, take [Y/n] [L/n] as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, through your highs and lows, in poverty and wealth and till death alone do you part?

"I do"

The duke said, gritting his teeth as he forced himself to hold your hands. He repeats the same for you, what's the point in asking this if there's no other option but—

"I do"

You say softly, but loud enough to be heard by the officiant and those closer to the alter. The old man smiles at the two of you before he turns around. Grabbing two silver chalice's filled with fine wine, he hands then to the two of you. This was it, once both infused some mana into one another's wine and drank from it, you two would be officially wedded.

You look up at your husband, his dull, golden eyes not focused on you. You sigh in relief, you don't want to look him in the eyes right now. Looking back down, you bite back the urge to just turn on your heel and run, but before you could act on those thoughts you stopped yourself as you hover your hand over your husband's chalice. He also, reluctantly, does so to yours.

You could see both chalice's glowing [f/c] and dark blue before returning to it's original, deep red hue. Hesitantly, you press the chalice to your lips before drinking the liquid inside. The crevices of the ring on your finger glow a dark blue as your husband's glows [f/c]. The phrase 'you may seal you union with a kiss' was what you dreaded, but you sucked it up like how your husband did as he hooked his arm around your waist and gave you a short kiss, long enough that people won't doubt or complain about your marriage.

Loud applause and chains of congratulations come right after. You spend the rest of the 'celebration' thanking guests, making connections and talking with familiar faces.

You begged to every god out there that you wouldn't be forced to spend the night with your newly-wed husband. Thankfully, they answered your prayers, but it cost you. A rumor about how the duke skipped his wedding night to visit his late wife's grave was what greeted you two days after the marriage.

You sigh tiredly as you sat in your office, handling your duties as the duke's husband. You could hear the quiet whispers of the maids that passed by.

"I heard that Duke Quinnell skipped his wedding night with Lord [L/n]!"

"Really? Where did you hear that from anyway?"

"From the head maids daughter! You want to know why he skipped it? Because he went to visit the late duchess' grave! I personally think he's a romantic, only for Lady Lucilia."

"You know well that the head maids daughter is a liar! And that's rude, we're infront of Lord [L/n]'s office right now, have you no shame?"

"I don't think he can hear me anyway, plus even the head maid said the duke went to his wife's grave! I heard she and her daughter accompanied the duke too."

You heard their conversation clearly, though muffled by the walls and doors. 'This maid is quite a blabber mouth, isn't she?' You thought, while separating all the documents and making sure they wouldn't fly away. You stood up and looked out the large window that overlooks the garden. Amidst all the green and flowers, you see a small black blob, and it looks like it's trembling.

Against your better judgement, you decide to go down and check what it was. The walk felt long, the corridors seemingly twisting and connecting back to one another, but you made it out with only being mildly disoriented. With a relieved sigh you start walking down path way. You remember that blob was somewhere around the yellow begonia's and away from the path.

Seeing the rose-like blooms you begin to stray off the stone path and onto the grass. You begin searching for the blob when you hear soft sniffling, it reminded you of when Finn would do his best to cry silently. You begin to walk towards the noise, your footsteps quiet. Parting a few bushes you see a small boy with black hair. You guess he was what you saw when in your office.

Slowly, you walk towards the boy, you sit by him with the rustle of leaves. You see him flinch and look up, his bright green eyes were red from crying, his puffy. His face remarkably similar to your husband's. 'Ah, so this is his child, how cute.' You think. "Who are you?" He asked meekly, his voice raspy from crying for too long.

"[Y/n] [L/n], you can call me whatever you like. But more importantly, why are you crying alone?"

You ask him. He looks at you, his big eyes becoming even bigger as they widen in surprise. He quickly and roughly wipes the tears away from his eyes with his sleeve. Well, he tries at least, the tears don't seem to stop.

"Stop that, you'll only cause it to get more irritated." You tell him, gently grabbing his wrist and pull it away so you can wipe away his tears a a soft handkerchief. He sniffles but leans his head into your touch. 'Poor boy' you think, it's sad to see how willingly he accepts any form of affection or touch. You can only guess how long he's been hiding his feelings and needs from everyone.

Only now do you realize that he hasn't answered your question. Maybe he doesn't feel comfortable sharing that with you, that's alright, you won't push him for answers. You start to hear sniffling again. Then you feel two tiny hands hold your hand, pushing it closer to his face.

You smile softly, moving your other hand away to hide the handkerchief. "Hush now, there's no need to cry." You whisper while rubbing his cheek with your thumb. "What's your name?" You ask him even though you already knew his name. "Lucille..." He says quietly.

"Well then, Lucille, is there something that you might want to do?" You ask him, and after seeing his eyes light up, you knew you did the right thing. "I wanted to practice my magic with daddy, but he was busy." He mutters. "Then, if you don't mind, we can practice together, right here, right now if you want." You tell Lucille as he looks at you, stars in his eyes. "Really?" He asked you. "Really." You say as a matter of fact.

You've spent days on end with Lucille, juggling with handling house affairs and caring for your husband's child. "Mama, why does magic exist?" He asks for the tenth time today. Sitting on your lap because he refused to leave you alone.

You sigh; "Again, Lucille, I don't know, but maybe it's because someone stronger thought that we deserved or needed the help of nature to live. And how many times do I have to tell you: I'm not your mama." You tell him while working on the boring, yet important paperwork in your hands.

"But mama-!" He was cut short as you shushed him, placing your finger to his lips. "Ah ah ah, I told you before that I'm not your mama, I'm happy you think I'm your mother, but I'm not." You say before patting his head gently. "You must miss her-" "I don't know her..."

This time, you were cut off by Lucille. "What?" You say, voice soft. You were shocked, he'd never done that before. "I don't her, I don't know my mom." He starts his hands ball up into fist, crumpling his shorts. "Why should I miss someone I never knew? Mama was the one who took care of me and played with me, not daddy, not the dead woman, but mama." He says, it left you stunned as he looks at you.

"I don't know how to love someone I don't know, mama..." He says so quietly that you could barely pick it up. You spin him around on your lap so that he could face you. You gently wipe away his tears, telling him sweet nothings to get him to stop crying. You never expected that he'd react like this.

And neither did the duke's personal butler apparently. As he was walking down the halls of your side of the manor, he hears the young master's voice. 'The young boy has never gone here before, why would he be here now?' The elderly man puzzled.

But seeing you comforting a crying Lucille, after he had said that he did not feel any love towards his birth mother, was not what he expected.

Perhaps he should inform the master of this. After all, anything concerning Lucille or Lady Lucilia is of great importance, or so Duke Iver says. And frankly, it concerned him why the young master said that, and why he burst into tears after.

If on the off chance that you forced the boy to say that, he would not hesitate to keep the young master away from you. And if Lucille really feels that way? He would be divided, he was loyal to the young master who he's served all this time, but on the other hand, he cares for the child running around like the boy's his own grandson.

Telling the duke would mean a punishment. Not for Lucille, no, of course not. But for you, the one who possibly forced the young boy to say how he doesn't love his biological mother. But if you didn't force the boy, then it means that Lucille is comfortable with you, going so far as to call you 'mama'. And if you were hurt, then that would mean that Lucille would be hurt as well.

After weighing his options, the butler chose the safer route, to tell the duke what he had heard.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

He knocked on the wooden thrice, after waiting for a while he entered when he heard 'cone in'. Seeing the large and imposing man sitting at his desk, glasses hung loosely from his face while signing documents and writing letters. "What did you need, Henry?" Iver asked.

"Master, I'm afraid that young master Lucille may be being forced to say that he doesn't feel a connection to Lady Lucilia by Lord [L/n]. I am still unsure whether or not this assumption is correct but I feel it is better to inform you of this."

He says, he saw the way the duke stiffened and how his hand were shaking from how tightly he balled them up, the feather pen snapping in half under the pressure.

Iver stood up, his frame blocking most of the natural light from getting in. His amber eyes glowing as he ordered:

"Tell Lord [L/n] to come see me in my office. Now."

A/n : So, I guess we're turning this into a two part story. So.... Thank you for reading this I will give you a digital flower as payment<3 and thank you for my first seven heart givers. Even though it was still unfinished when I accidentally posted it(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) anyways, have a good day, all days, peace(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

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Date published: November 6, 2024

[sxcchxrine]

closer | dan heng x reader

content warning: nsfw, possessive dan heng, biting, praise kink, dan heng being a little feral — this was inspired by closer, reader is afab but will be using masculine terms with some gn terms too. ( pretty/handsome angel, attaboy, etc ) i don’t write smut often

mdni

“attaboy…” dan heng purred as he traced his thumb over their lips, his eyes taking in his mate’s delicious expression. swollen lips, their eyes filled with lust and their whimpers— it all was so delicious to him. his tail wrapped around their body as he pressed against them. he once again pressed his lips against theirs. his tongue ran over their lips savoring their flavor. dan heng slowly kissed down their jaw, cheeks— ears and soon his lips started to run down their neck. (name) stifled out a moan as they shuddered feeling dan heng’s fangs.

“use your voice angel. i want to hear you.” dan heng was trying his damn hardest to not lose control, he just wants to push (name) on his makeshift bed to claim them— to taste them. though in that moment (name) moaned softly, and hearing their ragged breathing made it so much harder to listen to reason. if he’s being honest— he’s on the verge of losing his humanity. his instincts calling out to him as it screams ‘claim them’. dan heng bit down on their neck his tongue licking up the blood that dripped from the wound.

then (name) uttered his name. “h-heng…!”

fuck.

he snapped, all rational thoughts left his head. he needs them. he craves them.

dan heng couldn’t hold it in and his true form started to appear. from his horns to his tail, it all happened so quickly. (name’s) hands traveled up his back gripping his shirt. their scent drove him mad. “sorry…sorry.” he whispered knowing that he’s going to fuck them until he’s satisfied.

he pulled them close for another kiss, it was messy— feeling his tongue touching theirs sent shivers up his spine. (name) was so responsive, each touch made them shiver in delight. they felt dan heng’s hands roam and grope their body; pull at their clothes. it all happened so fast that both them and dan heng was half naked. (name) opened their eyes and stared at dan heng. his face was flushed, eyes glowing and filled with lust— need. though there was something more animalistic about his expression, it was mixture of desperation, desire and some type of possession.

“you look so handsome angel…so pretty.” dan heng softly kissed them again. his hand ran down to (name’s) waist to pull down their underwear. dan heng lowered himself. he kissed down their thighs, gripping their leg as he lifted it up to look at their core. “so wet…” he bit down on their thigh, kissing and giving small hickies as he moved closer to their core. his tongue flicked at their clit and suddenly gasped. (name) grabbed his horns, their hands gently rubbing the tips and slowly tugging at it. that made him whimper.

he gripped their thighs a little tighter and started to suck on their clit. (name) started to tremble and their grip on his horns got tighter, they moved their hands to his hair and tugged at it. they felt dizzy and good. the way dan heng’s tongue felt against their clit then him licking their folds— (name) couldn’t help it but to moan. they gotten louder and louder.

“i’m— ..! i’m going to cum !” (name) whimpered. their voice barely above a whisper. though that feeling building up was pulled away. dan heng stared up at them, his eyes were dilated he looked so sweet and innocent like this but (name) knows that this was the calm before the storm. dan heng’s eyes quickly turned into slits as if he was a predator that found its prey. dan heng moved from where he was and pulled them towards his bed, pushing them down onto it. his tail snaked around their body.

“need you…i need you so much.”

(name) looked at dan heng’s face again, this time he looked desperate and needy — he wants them so fucking bad. he bit down on their neck and moved down to their shoulders then chest something leaving kisses in their wake. not a few moments later he pushed his cock inside them. dan heng leaned down, his lips lightly brushing against their lips. “i love you…”

[azelmawrites]

i wana be commander zoës stress relief 😣😣

me too me fucking too!!

like imagine they’re stressed and stuck in their office and haven’t left it for a while now, and you as a concerned subordinate you go check on your commander.

Hange always thought you were a sweet little thing, you really do not belong in the corps. Your place is to be a sweet caring wife because you’ve always been considerate and thoughtful and kind. Specifically their wife, but they cannot really say this out loud because this is a professional setting.

But it’s not like commander Hange can do anything while you’re patting your alluring pretty eyes at them, your cute voice laced with worry as you ask, “are you alright, Commander Zoë?”

No they weren’t alright, at least before you walked into their office. Your uniform not really following the dress code with the first five buttons open and giving Hange (and unfortunately everyone) a good look into your cleavage.

“No, not really.” Hange answers truthfully, you step closer to their office. Worry painting your features.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

That question was the start of everything, because Hange doesn’t know what took over them. Or what made them pull you to sit down on their lap and kiss you senseless, while their hands touched your whole body but still it somehow felt like it wasn’t enough.

Your moans against their mouth are cute, but you’re not complaining—if anything, you’re pulling Hange closer to you, wrapping your arms around their neck and turning your body to straddle their hips. Your actions make it seem like it was all a part of your seduction plan. But you seem naive, inexperienced, though very eager to please.

You struggle to take all of Hange’s length to your mouth, and some tears slip down your cheeks the first time Hange’s tucks their cock inside your slippery pussy. Though you manage to do just fine in the times after.

[shikiii-skadi]

Hey can do yandere levi ackerman and hang Zoe and Erwin please

INCLUDES: levi ackermann, erwin smith, hanji zoe WARNINGS: Yandere content, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, abuse, possessiveness, obsessiveness, stalking, clinginess, delusion, paranoia, overprotectiveness, mentions of kidnapping, death, manipulation, gas-lighting, murder, suicide, cannibalism, mutilation NAVIGATION: Attack on Titan Masterlist | part 1 (eren, mikasa, christa, armin)

Levi Ackermann:

Typ of Yandere:

Overprotective: More than anything, he wants you to survive. More than anyone, he knows how brutal the world is out there. Man-eating titans or people who are as disgusting as animals, he has seen it all. And Levi also knows how weak you are in comparison. You could never get through this, not without him protecting you. That is why he has made it his mission to prevent you from being on the list of the dead as well. And he will do it as long as he is able to.

Rude: The biggest tsundere-yandere out there. He still calls you an idiot and is not above criticizing you harshly for doing something stupid in his eyes. Honestly, sometimes you really wonder if it's true when he says he loves you. But given the fact that he is a yandere, that is a question you ask yourself only briefly lol.

Dependence: Honestly, this man is just miserable. he lost everything so many times that he stopped counting. Is it an excuse for the way he treats you? No. But you can understand why. He clings to the little bit of luck he still has in his life. You are like the air he needs to breathe. Without you, he'd be like a fish trapped on dry land.

How and when started the obsession:

It takes a long time for Levi to let you get close to him, but once that hurdle is crossed, it doesn't take long for him to snap given the world you both live in.

Do they know that their feelings are unhealthy/not normal?

To a certain degree, yes. But he would consider it natural that he wants to protect you with every fiber of his being.

How far are they willing to go?

Murder: Levi is definitely capable of killing someone without much difficulty. And when it comes to your safety and well-being, he wouldn't hesitate for a second. However, Levi would not kill any potential rivals.

Hurting you: No, Levi would never hurt you physically. However, his blunt words are another story.

Blackmail: If something were to arise, then yes, but Levi wouldn't go out of his way to dig things up. But he would definitely use his position to make sure you are in his squad or don't participate in certain missions.

Kidnapping: It wouldn't be his first choice to kidnap you, because generally, Levi wants you to be happy and do the things you like (as long as you don't put yourself in danger that is). But if you two reach a point where Levi feels that you simply can't learn from your mistakes and continue to act recklessly over and over again, then he will see no other option than to physically restrain you. So that you are no longer a danger to yourself.

Final stage: Honestly the person who is responsible for your death, should just kill themselves before Levi has the chance to get them himself. He will not let them get away. It could take years and Levi would still be as adamant to make the person, who killed you suffer. He would never forget and in the end, he would get to them, no matter where they might try to flee to. The world is too small to hide from Levi Ackermann.

What is it overall like to have them as a Yandere?

As mentioned earlier, Levi is just miserable. He is so out of touch with his feelings that he would probably never confess his feelings to you on his own and you would have to make the first move. Which is why a scenario of rejection is unlikely. If you were to correctly interpret his behavior and tell him that you don't love him, it would hurt him a lot inside, but he wouldn't do anything to you. He wouldn't kidnap you or pressure you into a relationship. Levi doesn't have a high opinion of himself in that regard and probably doesn't think he's worthy of your companionship anyway. He would still stay by your side and protect you, but he doesn't expect anything in return. Knowing that you're safe is good enough for him.

Levi is probably one of the better Yanderes to have. Apart from his overprotectiveness he is pretty reasonable and will actually listen to you if you have complaints.

Erwin Smith:

Typ of Yandere:

Manipulative: This man has a way with words. He could bring someone to jump willingly off a cliff if he wanted to. The key word here is "if he wanted to". I have a hard time imagining that he would ever manipulate you. He is too controlled and aware of himself for that.

Stalker: Because of his position as the Commander of the Survey Corps, he doesn't have a lot of time to stalk you. But it is his favorite free time activity. Just watching you do your daily tasks fills him with more joy than you could ever imagine.

Disappearance: Every day anew he sends soldiers to their death. He is convinced that he does not deserve you and that you will be better off with someone else. Which is why he will eventually leave you. It is even more likely that he has never approached at all.

How and when started the obsession:

Erwin feels lonely deep down. And sometimes he finds himself wishing he had someone by his side. But because of his opinion of himself, he never brought himself to change your relationship as comrades into something deeper. It was only a matter of time before all these suppressed emotions grew into something unhealthy.

Do they know that their feelings are unhealthy/not normal?

Yes and no. He was already conflicted enough with his normal feelings, so he didn't notice the change in the beginning.

How far are they willing to go?

Murder: No, never. It would never even cross his mind.

Hurting you: He would never do that either.

Blackmail: Even if he doesn't like to admit it, there have been situations where he has taken advantage of his position and made sure that this one person, who obviously was interested in you, suddenly stays miles away from you.

Kidnapping: If he wanted, he would be able to make you disappear without anyone finding even a trace of you ever again. But before it would ever come to that, he would have already distanced himself from you.

Final stage: Not even a single hair on your head would be harmed during the whole time of his obsession. Even in the end, he would never think of killing you. Maybe he thought about ending his own life in desperate hours, but he never went through with it. After all, he still had a dream.

What is it overall like to have them as a Yandere?

Honestly, you probably never really noticed his intense feelings. The worst thing that can happen to you with him is that someone from your circle of acquaintances suddenly turns away from you for reasons unknown to you.

Hanji Zoe:

Typ of Yandere:

Manipulative: Hanji is a master of gaslighting and other manipulative tactics, due to their high intelligence. As soon as you have the slightest idea about their real intentions, they immediately make you doubt yourself. They twist stories, deny things, and immediately accuse you of those actions yourself. Hanji can predict your every move. They are always one step ahead of you. Not in a million years could you ever outsmart them. It's a game for them, honestly.

Bizarre-Seeking: Of course, someone like Hanji, who is already considered strange by many for her nature anyway, must have strange preferences. When it comes to things like strands of hair, you might be able to overlook it, but she definitely collects gross things too, like your fingernails or blood. Hanji has a whole shrine filled with your things. It is their most precious possession, next to you, of course.

Restraints: The amount of time you spend with Hanji is never enough for them. It was only a matter of time before Hanji decided that the best thing for you would be to never leave their side again. Preferably, they tie you directly to them, but if that's not possible, then a chair or the like is fine for a short time.

How and when started the obsession:

I mean, Hanji has always been a little…. strange. You probably never know them any other way. But their obsession with you started when you listened to them talk for hours about Titan experiments.

Do they know that their feelings are unhealthy/not normal?

No, they don't. Hanji thinks it's completely normal to feel this way about their significant other. They don't even think it's weird that they collect your fingernails and such. If you judge them for it, then they rather think that you are the weird one. After all, why should Hanji waste such precious things or not pay any attention to them at all?

How far are they willing to go?

Murder: Hanji would definitely kill people who stand in their way. And God have mercy on anyone they chose to kill. Hanji shows no mercy and no one will ever see the mutilated remains of their victims again. Unless they choose for their own amusement to send the victim's relatives the head.

Hurting you: Should you repeatedly try to leave their side, then Hanji is not above breaking your ankles, or legs, should she see it as more fitting. Just because you've won their love and affection doesn't mean you're saved from their more violent traits. In fact, it is quite the opposite - it just makes you more interesting. There are times when Hanji tortures you or acts out their strange tendencies and cuts off your fingers to add them to their shrine. If you cry the whole time and mess up your beautiful eyes with tears, then it's better if Hanji cuts them out for you to preserve their beauty, right?

Blackmail: In case of minor incidents or at the beginning of your relationship, Hanji usually manipulated you, not infrequently with blackmail. In the later stage, however, they rather choose physical violence. So they usually only blackmail you for fun.

Kidnapping: Hanji will definitely kidnap you and bind you to them forever. There is no other outcome.

Final stage: Hanji can accidentally kill you if she tries to cut anything off of you to be able to keep it. But if you keep rejecting them or even start hating them, they will see no other way than to kill you. Now she can shape you the way she wants. Your body will remain with her forever, as the most beautiful part of her shrine. Should you die due to natural causes, then she will eat your dead body so that you can finally be one again.

What is it overall like to have them as a Yandere?

Hanji is definitely the worst and most dangerous yandere of them all. Every one of your friends and family members runs the risk of being brutally murdered by them. And even you are not spared. The possibility that you die as her darling is incredibly high. And should you not be dead, then you are highly mutilated and disfigured. With them you always walk on eggshells, afraid of what they might do. In addition, you never have a free minute from them, because they always have you near them, if not directly tied to them.

[maladaptiveobsession]

*pokes you politely*

How would bailey deal with the pcs suicide death? Loved the headcanons for the LI's (I almost cried) but what about or detested dearest?

“Too little, too late” pt.2

➥ pt. 1

➥ Synopsis: Bailey’s reaction to the player’s suicide.

➥ Contains: gn!reader, male!bailey, yandere!bailey, suicide by hanging, descriptive death

➥ Words: 905

➥ A/N: Again, do not take the content warnings above lightly. Bailey’s sentiments and the player’s death is described in detail. His feelings are quite complicated and couldn’t possibly be explained in short excerpt format, so this entire post is dedicated to him. Unfortunately, it seems that every character I write for ends up obsessive and infatuated. Still, I hope this is to your liking.

Assuming you’re a dependent, nothing more or less, he’s not all that distraught. More so annoyed. You wouldn’t be the first of his orphans to off themselves, and you certainly wouldn’t be the last, but fuck if the paperwork wasn’t infuriating. Being honest, he had grown partial to you. Of all the little shits, you were his favorite. Really, he thought you were tougher than this. What a shame. He’ll remember you, though with less clarity over the years. He very occasionally entertains thoughts of who you’d have grown into given the chance. Additionally, he might sell your body if the demand is high enough.

Now, having developed a deeper bond than that of caretaker and charge, he’s certainly not taking your death well. For so long now, he’s handled difficulties with violence and retaliation. Had you simply been murdered by an overzealous pervert, he’d have an outlet for his aggression. But no, as your own killer, there's no culprit to make pay. There’s nobody to blame but perhaps himself.

Your entire relationship had been new territory for him. It had been so long since he had felt anything beyond exhaustion and annoyance, even longer since he had developed genuine attraction. There was much struggle navigating the terrain. Despite his fondness of you, you still owed a debt. Regardless of whatever feelings he harbored, he still had a job to do. Attachment was weakness, and fuck if he didn’t have enough enemies sniffing about for any sort of leverage. His outward indifference was protecting not only himself but you and that other little shit you cared for.

Really though, his attitude towards you swung violently. When his feelings first began manifesting, denial crept in. He cracked down on your payments, showing no leniency. You were auctioned off into increasingly worse and worse circumstances. Yet there were times he was neither the ruthless extortionist nor the iniquitous instigator that had recently surfaced; rather, a disturbingly gentle caregiver took his place. This sudden disruption in his behavior confused and alarmed you.

A long while passed before he returned to clarity, reluctantly accepting his growing obsession. He reflected on your relationship, and his stomach swelled with jealousy, heart heavy at the thought of anyone else touching you. To your disturbance, he became increasingly more controlling and possessive, isolating and restricting you.

At some point, the money no longer mattered to him. He stopped advertising you to his patrons long ago. You belonged to him, and nothing would change that.

His sudden, inexplicable infatuation scared you. Though he'll never know for sure, you must have come to the conclusion that your freedom would only be granted through death.

By no means was he a good lover—something he was well aware of. He didn't need to be told just how unhealthy your relationship was. He doesn’t feel much remorse; you were his to do whatever he pleased with. He was selfish at times, but he always acted in your best interest, regardless of how violently you fought against him.

For all his faults, he kept you safe. He was willing to do whatever it took to keep you unharmed and in his grasp, even if that meant hurting you.

The only fault he acknowledges is that he didn’t pay enough attention to you.

Had he seen past your aggression, he'd have known you were a suicidal fool and would have locked you away where only he had access. There, death would only visit you in your dreams.

Familiar numbness engulfs him after you pass. He won’t lower his walls again; he can’t afford the heartache and betrayal. The townsfolk notice his increased bitterness since your passing. The orphans whisper amongst each other about how much more ruthless he’d become since then.

Bailey works himself to the bone, desperate to forget. He never thought he’d miss anyone, least of all you; he never thought he’d need to. You’re supposed to be here, but he got careless.

He grieves silently. Everything reminds him of you. The weight of your death crushes him, leaving no room for even contentment. He'll spend the rest of his life regretting, always wondering if you might have reciprocated given the time.

He won't cry, but the grief in his eyes is indicative of his misery. He misses your voice, your smile, and your laughter. He regrets not taking more pictures. Above all, he misses the calm moments you shared: sitting in his lap, cheek pressed against his chest with his hand cupping your waist, as you tried not to nod off while he diligently read through stacks of paperwork. At night, he dreams of you; sometimes memories of your laughter. Most nights, he's reminded of the way your body hung limply. He remembers the struggle to cut you loose, revealing raw rope-shaped bruises across your neck. He remembers gathering you in his arm—still warm but growing colder—and nearly crashing his car in the rush to get you to the hospital. He doesn’t remember much of what happened after, but he knows there’s a fist shaped-hole in the waiting room, and Harper is noticeably more on edge around him.

Years go by, and your death still plagues him. Your absence has left him hollow and void, more so than ever before.

His carelessness cost him everything. How could he let the comfort and security you brought him cloud his judgment? What a fool he had let himself become.

[writr4luvrs]

Anime Women/Femme x Yandere!Reader

tw: yandere!reader, stalking, invasion of privacy, toxic relationship, toxic work relationship, not proofread

featured: csm, aot, jjk girlies

She loves giving you affection, she adores seeing the light in your eyes shoot up when she showered you in attention, holding your head in her palms, pulling you closer as she strokes your cheeks, or poking and pinching those cute plushy parts on your body. Telling you how pretty you look today, gently wrapping her arm around your wasit, giving you soft pecks up to your ear.

You think you were so sneaky spying and eavesdropping on her conversations or downtime, nabbing her personals, invading her life under the radar. Your lucky she wanted something so cute and pretty to play around with and tease and tell what to do unconditionally. And you were so, so warm.

She'll let you think you won her over with cute flirts, lovey dove dates, and territorial staring when one of her co-workers or long term friends would get to close, ...for now.

Makima, Shōko, Hange, Mikasa, Historia whoever your other lesbian faves

[wayfayrr]

When self-aware Sky appears and lives with reader, does he ever find it weird that we change our clothes? Whether it be from pj's to daily, or daily to work.

Or even just like - his body needing rest more than usual. 'Cause in SkSw you change the time by sleeping. It doesn't change automatically.

hehehehehehehe taking the call to tumblr <3 (thanks again for sending this cause I would've forgotten fr)

Sky would be so SHOOK he doesn't need to do any of that at all and now he's got to shower and clean and be human in even the most mundane ways????? He doesn't even have a spare set of clothes with him- but on the plus side he probably doesn't even smell of anything at all which is good he KNOWS that realistically people have to clean and do some of the things that is new to him, because it was made as decor in the game - eating, bathing, even breathing is just essentially for flavour more than anything else.

taking him clothes shopping after teaching him how to blend in a bit would be so fun though, finding his style and simply buying him whatever he wants from it (he's probably got some stuff on him that he can sell to get the money for it dw) personally I think he would actually rock muted comfy clothes

like sky in THIS?

tell me he wouldn't be the prettiest man alive in this aesthetic like literally.

and him learning that you've gotta sleep more than HIM - the sleepy boy of skyloft??? he'll probably make some jokes about it before taking it as the opportunity it really is to be able to hold you and treat you like how he's been waiting to all this time, stroking your hair, pressing kisses to your face, whispering sweet nothings to you and everything

[sorrowfulrosebud]

I just want to completely organise a dragon’s hoard of treasure. Imagine your dragon mate coming back to your cosy little cave and seeing you deftly organise his massive treasure collection into different piles. Staggering piles of rubies, emeralds and exotic sapphires, then stacks of coins in 100s.

Any armour you receive is placed on makeshift mannequins you sewed with the silks and fabrics of each corner of the earth. Rings are placed on thick pieces of wood to mimic fingers, in case you decide you want to wear one.

Although dragons usually love gargantuan beds of treasure, your dragon is touched that you took the time to organise it so diligently. It would be by no means a small collection too, meaning you must have taken the time to make his treasure nice and organised.

(It also makes it easier for you to decide what silk clothes you want to wear for him to plow you and put his knot into you 🤭)

[oggirlboss]

༺ ♰ ༻ hopeless ༺ ♰ ༻

pairing[s]: yandere! slytherin!levi ackerman x afab! ravenclaw! reader and hanji zöe x being a phenomenal human being that deserves the entire world

warning[s]: stalking and obsession

summary: you and levi share professor snape's potions class, but that's not enough for levi. he needs more. and he's willing to go as far as it takes.

word count: 0.9k

potions class was a special hell for levi ackerman. the ravenclaw and slytherin fifth years had the class together, which led to a fierce competition for top student. this, of course, is where he met you.

pretty, little miss perfect. [y/n] [l/n]. god was he obsessed.

any focus on the course material flew out the window. why learn how bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses? why learn how to bottle fame, brew glory, or put a stopper in death when perfection was just within his grasp?

"mr. ackerman~" professor snape stopped his lecture. "do pay attention, otherwise i will send you out of this classroom. you wouldn't like that; would you?" levi would really like to stay and watch you, but on second thought, your seat was right next to the door. maybe if he left he could discretely run his fingers through your hair before he was forced away from you. "mr. ackerman?"

"yes, sir?" levi turned away from you to stare at the chalkboard snape was writing on. snape stepped forward and slammed the piece of chalk onto levi's desk. his scowl deepened as he leaned closer and said something that struck a cord inside levi.

"you're hopeless." snape didn't know how right he was.

you're only a fourth year, but your talents in professor snape's class were unrivaled. the greasy bastard even went as far as securing you a seat in the class above your year to challenge you. it should have been too easy for levi to sweet talk his way into your heart, but that preverted half-blood professor had to assign seats. levi wanted to kill himself as soon as hanji zoë plopped their ass in the seat next to his. could this year be any worse?

"leviii-" hanji gripped onto the sleeve of his robe and shook him, lost in their excitement. god knows what it was about this time.

"shut it, shitty glasses." levi spat out as he turned away from them.

"awwwww!!!" they screamed, drawing the attention of all their classmates. "is little baby levi pouting?" the people closest began to let little giggles slip through the quiet atmosphere, hanji's antics never failing to break the ice that came with having first period potions. levi however, wasn't pleased in the slightest, but one look at you made him forget his anger.

his obsession started out small. little handwritten notes slipped into your textbooks and love letters dropped into your favorite cauldron in potions class. you read them all of course, and looked them over when you felt insecure. you rolled up the notes and placed them in a pink tinted jar beneath your bed, while the letters were wrapped in twine and hidden under your pillow. it was an awfully sweet gesture, keeping them was the least you could do.

but imagine levi's delight when he discovers this?! oh he's so happy his little princess did this. it will only make him want to spoil you more.

he memorized the entire layout of ravenclaw tower for you. astute rowena definitely didn't plan for a certain slytherin to be capable of answering every riddle thrown at him by that eagle shaped knocker embedded in the door. he's snuck into your room during the late hours of the night, either watching you sleep or writing down everything he sees and touching everything he could. He pays special attention to you from 3 am to 4 am because he knows that's the time your body is weakest and most likely to just give up and let you die. and you can't die. not on his watch.

he's always out of sight before the sun comes up, and ready to write the next letter.

but today was different. the air was more crisp. life was being lived more today than any other day. and he was going to speak to you.

"oi, brat." he called across the room at you.

you. you. you. it's all you.

"yes?" you looked up from the book in your lap, his steel grey eyes focused on your pretty, [e/c] eyes.

how cute! you're so polite to him. levi reaches into the pocket of his robe and nearly sighed at the coarse feeling of your diary in his hands. he'd taken it from you so long ago, that he could barely part with the black, leather bound parchment. he's read it over four or five times, enough to have all your little secrets memorized. "found this under a willow tree in the courtyard. thought you'd be missing it."

a lie.

he'd stolen it from your bag while you weren't watching. the cute way your cheeks heated was enough satisfaction to last him a lifetime.

but he's so selfish.

and he's going to drown himself in you.

[lazyexcuse]

Y/n, sighing: “I.. have something to get off my chest Sir..”

Levi, internally: “please be your shirt, please be your shirt—“

[silent-browser]

I am once again struggling to find a job...

That means it's YANDERE TIME BABY! WOOOO

Yandere who insists you stay home where no one can hurt you and earns enough to support you in anything you want to pursue.

Yandere manager who sees your application in their inbox and thinks it's a sign from some higher being that you two were ment to be together. They can't give you the bonuses they think know you deserve but they can give you easy tasks that keep you by their side for as long as possible and lots of PTO. (Thank goodness they have cameras set up in your home or else they might just keep you at work forever)

Yandere ceo/rich yandere that creates a job position that you would fit perfectly and starts advertising it to you specifically. Other people might send in a few resumes but that position is never being filled until you apply for it. All they have to do now is wait until you deliver yourself into their open arms.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

NSFW Yandere! Hange Headcannons

100 Followers Event: 17/31

(Warning: NSFW, Yandere themes, bondage, praise kink, hair pulling kink etc)

- Yandere! Hange loves taking care of you, they are definitely a pleasure dom.

- Yandere! Hange loves doing oral, they will slurp up all of your juices until you are pulling on their hair to give you a break.

- Yandere! Hange has a big hair pulling kink. (Prove me wrong, I’ll wait)

- Yandere! Hange loves to praise you for everything, even when you can’t understand them because you are fucked dumb.

- Yandere! Hange loves it when you loudly moan out their name, especially when you call them Commander.

- Yandere! Hange uses chains, handcuffs, ropes, and whips on you when they’re giving you a punishment.

- Yandere! Hange makes sure to save some of your juices because they like to make art with your juices and display it all in their room to show you.

- Yandere! Hange loves to be choked by your hands and thighs.

- Yandere! Hange uses your body to make themselves feel good, and they are not embarrassed to do it.

Masterlist

In the Masterlist there’s a link to make requests

[spacexseven]

i need to write more for oda actually.

cw: yandere character, stalking, implied breaking in

oda doesn't know when he fell for you.

he doesn't know when the slight curiosity he felt about you turned into a deeper fascination, or when his envy for your seemingly ordinary life turned into an uncontrollable yearning to be part of that life, or when he stopped just watching you from across the street and instead became your shadow, watching you enter your workplace after your lunch break with a peculiar sensation eating away at him.

but these days, he finds himself dreaming a lot.

he dreams about walking beside you to a shared home, sitting across you as you eat the sandwich you always have for lunch, he dreams about holding your hand in his—are your fingers cold, from all the time spent indoors working? will you grab onto his in an attempt to dispel the cold sensation in your fingertips—and he dreams about you telling him that you missed his warmth, that you missed him. he dreams about showing you his manuscript, and you going on about all the things you liked in it. he dreams about waking up beside you, he dreams about you meeting his kids, and—

he dreams about a life he can't have with you.

sometimes, he does wonder—aren't you lonely? you go back to your apartment after a day of work you clearly don't enjoy, eating the same meals over and over all alone, and putting up a smiling façade so you don't have to explain your worries to anyone every day. doesn't it get tiring? don't you wish you had someone to see you for who you are, and run a hand through your hair when things get unbearably hard? oda doesn't think of himself as a very expressive, or affectionate person, but something inside of him wants, so terribly, desperately wants, to be that person for you.

there are times that he almost wants to walk up to you and start a conversation; when he finds you playing with the strays that sleep outside the store, or the time you bump into him and apologize before disappearing back into the crowd, when he finds you staring across the port, lost in your own thoughts. maybe if he had the courage to, he could slot himself into your life all those times, and made a place for him there. he'd have waited for you to crawl into his arms, and he'd have been happy.

but instead, he settles for hoping and dreaming. now there's an extra unused toothbrush next to his, and the brand of soap you like to use in his bathroom. he even gets his hands on the shampoo you like and the creams you use and arranges it all the way you do, except he also makes room for his things. he buys a larger blanket and more pillows and begins planting the evidence of your existence. it doesn't exactly help, because now he wants more. but oda doesn't mind. he's spent his whole life wanting, and a little more won't hurt him.

but one day, when you walk out of the bakery with your sandwich in its usual paper bag, oda thinks he'll walk up to you. one day, eventually. until then, he can go on pretending, and dreaming.

[azelmawrites]

Hange thinking you are mad at them// SMAU

smau testing, ignore the messed up timings I’m still trying to figure out this app