#yandere husband x wife

[allurilove]

Honestly I’m regretting saving cheating yan husband now…😭😭😭

If I knew he’d be an unfaithful lil slut I’d have voted to end his life in the poll!!!!!!🔥🔥🔥

“I was rooting for you, we were all rooting for you! How dare you?!” - Tyra Banks

Why you gotta do this to me author??????? I gotta find a new husband now!!!!!! And it sucks too cuz yan husband was fine as hell!!!!!! He got money and was great with kids!!!!!!!🥲🥲🥲

Let’s kill him!!!!!! He doesn’t deserve to be called a yandere if his eyes and dick are wanderin!!!!!!😈😈😈

i’m gonna clear a few things up about his character and other things lol!

the more I write about him, the more I think about all the shitty things he would probs do. I don’t have a single green flag character (maybe calm yandere, honestly i just love him). He just gets more complicated whenever I sit down and think for a hot minute. Because he’s not a character that’ll roll over onto his back and take it like a good boy. He’s a petty and revengeful man that doesn’t take shit from others. He’s going to get what he wants one way or another. And if it means hurting a couple people here and there, so be it. And that definitely applies to Lucas Skylar. If he were to steal the reader from him— he’s gonna enact revenge and take his wife too dammit. He’ll be like “I’m fucking your wife, and your kids call me ‘daddy’.” (oop) His hatred for that man literally blinds him from the bigger issue that reader left him.

ANNNND, I haven’t forgotten about that one anon that told me how much people would hate my yandere characters if I implemented some cheating here and there. (so thank you anon)

However, to be clear, yan!husband is going nowhere. As in, he’s not about to leave his wife for someone else. Like be so fr.

1. His ex, is he gonna go back to her?

-Hell no, and she doesn’t even want him back lol. She was his first true relationship, but it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Yandere husband doesn’t happen to see it this way— still wearing rose colored glasses whenever he gets into a relationship— but she made him do things he wasn’t comfortable with. In his diary, it’s mentioned that whatever he felt about physical touch did not matter, and that whatever his ex says, goes. He had a lot of moments where he was unsure about even putting his hand on her thigh, and all he heard was that he needed to do more. More physical touch, more kissing, and more manhandling.

Now, regarding that diary entry… In a different post, I stated that yandere husband would not get back together with her, if they were to actually meet up again. He does write about what could’ve been and him reminiscing, because his diary is his only outlet where he can talk about his feelings comfortably. He has that entry in his diary cause he hasn’t had that talk with his ex yet, and never came to that realization that he’s better off with the reader.

Also, to add on to the whole thin about the reader being “rude,” it’s more like she’s packing up her shit and getting ready to leave. And yan!husband hasn’t picked up on that yet. So, the line that says something about the reader being occupied with stuff that’s not about yan!husband or Henry, was a lie. Because again, this man knows nothing about what’s going on. And most of the drabbles (i think??) are in his perspective.

2. Now what about his diary?

- He has that damn diary cause he doesn’t want to go to therapy. It’s not because he thinks that therapy doesn’t work or that it’s stupid— he just doesnt want people to know that he’s struggling and he’s a bad partner. Yandere husband is all for therapy, don’t get me wrong, and if his son would ever want a therapist, he’ll be happy to arrange that. It’s just that being seen as this perfect nuclear family is everything to him, and he’s a little jealous of the Skylar family. They represent what he’s been wanting, and craving, the moment he could finally leave his parent’s house and live on his own.

His diary ranges from talking about how annoying his co-workers are to talking about the unresolved issues he has with his dad. Don’t worry, it’s not all about his ex. Some… or most pages is about Henry messing with him, and stuff about his wife. He writes stuff in it when he’s upset and has no one to talk to. Most of his siblings are busy doing other stuff, and he’s not about to ask a toddler for advice either.

Why doesn’t he just talk to his wife?

It’s embarrassing for him. He wants to be seen as a provider, as this big strong man that can do whatever for his family, and admitting all the troubles he has is just straight up embarrassing for him.

3. His parents.

- I think I haven’t talked much about his mother, but that’s really cause his father had a more prevalent role in shaping who he is today. What more can I say about his father at this point? Bottomline he’s horrible. Physically and mentally abusive, controlling, always had a stick up his ass, and never encouraged any of yandere husbands dreams etc. He’s everything yan! husband is trying not to be, and wants to break the cycle of traumatizing his kids. Sadly, as time goes on with a bunch of stuff from part four and all that, he’s not able to. No matter how hard he tries to be different, he’s truly his father’s son. Yandere husband was never about to become a better man, and that would have been more clear if I had released part four like I damn said I would! 😭😭 Because he is… not doing so well in that fic.

4. His wife.

- Now, regarding his wife.

Who is such an absolute wonderful and normal human being, that happened to steal the heart of yan!husband without even trying. He’s more comfortable with his wife compared to his ex, since they don’t force anything on him. And he does love her, and can’t imagine a life without her and their kids. They’re in a tough spot for sure, with reader planning to leave him and being officially done with him. He does believe that they could work it out, so he’s acting like a pouty and dejected man whenever she seemed to be disinterested by his advances. It’s a complete 180 from his past relationship, and he’s not used to it.

[misstycloud]

Imagine yandere vampire hunter finding out he married one of the creatures he vowed to destroy. The very monster he dedicated his entire life to kill.

“…no..i-it can’t be..” his voice was barely a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear as if he was right next to you.

You stood still in the darkness, your face was a mask of indifference. If you hadn’t been blinking he would have mistook you for a statue. It appeared you’d been careless and let yourself be seen- by him no less. You could still feel the warmth of the blood dripping down you chin; a curtain of red fell down the front of your dress and stained it.

“Please tell me this isn’t real..” your husband let his eyes wander to the soon-lifeless body laying not far away. Small puffs of air was seen coming for the person, indicating they were not yet dead. The disgusting sound of gurgling in one’s own blood sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes met yours, searching for any sort of confirmation that everything was indeed a figment of his imagination.

“It is, I’m afraid.” You said.

He let out a devestatd choke, muttering ‘no’ over and over while shaking his head, clearly in denial.

You reminded yourself not to show any emotion and stepped forward. “I will not lie to you and therefor I will utter the clear truth in front of you. I am a vampire.”

“No, no you’re not.” He refused to believe it. If it had been his friend; he would prioritise duty before friendship. If it was his brother; he would do the same. Even if it was his own parents; he would die before letting insensible things such as emotions to come in the way of doing what is right. But this was different. It was you. It can’t be you. It could never be you.

But it was. Clearly. The evidence- the body- was right in front of him; unblinking and unmoving.

“You cannot look away from what is in front of you-“

“Stop saying that!” He suddenly shouted, surprising you with the sudden change in tone. “You can’t be one of….them.” He expressed in great repulsion.

Despite knowing how evil your kind is, you still though of yourself as quite good- well, as good as you can be when you’re a blood sucking, murderous creature of the night. So your husbands disdain awoke some sort of defensiveness in you.

“Well I am. And I have been for a while now.”

He seemed to think for a moment. Then he asked, “how long? How long have you been a…a vampire?” He furrowed his brow at the end, not believing he’d connect ‘you’ and the word ‘vampire’ in his life.

“36 years. Not as long as some others, but it should still count as something.”

“Oh god..”

It meant that you were one since the start- no before- your marriage. Was he truly that blind? Had love taken such hold of him that he could no longer do his job properly?

How many vampires had he killed during you union? All that while simultaneously being wed to one himself. While loving one, caring for one and even making passionate love to one. It was like some fucked-up punishment tailor-made for him.

He knew what he had to do.

The first tear fell down his cheek, betraying his stern expression and showcasing his endless sorrow. “You are evil,” he raised his crossbow, “and now you have to be judged for your crimes.” How ironic of him to talk about committing crimes of slaughter as if he wasn’t doing exactly the same. He wasn’t stupid; not all immortals were pure darkness, it wasn’t that simple. They do what they have to in order to survive. Only some killed more than they had to. Still, it didn’t change the fact that they all need to be destroyed.

Your eyes widened when he pointed the weapon straight at you. You expected this. Of course he would kill you. However, a part of you could not stop from hoping he wouldn’t think of you as a monster. That perhaps you’d finally find somewhere you can call home and be accepted for what you are. It was a naive dream. Weren’t you his wife before you were a monster? Apparently not, because an arrow shot at you at incredible speed. It hit you in the arm and you cried out in pain.

While you had physical advantages, it doesn’t mean you are immune to pain.

Ripping it out, you studied the black liquid staining it. Your husband swore and immediately prepared to launch another. You felt your fangs grow in length and you hissed at him. Throwing yourself at him the two of you rolled around on the floor, each trying to restrain the other. You managed to get ahold of his crossbow and threw it away form his reach.

Your husband quickly dug into his pockets to grab a dagger, and tried to stab you. Luckily you stopped him in time, fighting him with your vampiric strength. You had to give it to him, he was surprisingly strong for a human. Despite you having supernatural gifts, he was definitely a match and you had a hard time holding you down. If it was any other situation you would have been impressed and rather seduced by his sheer strength, unfortunately this was not a good situation for you.

You leaned down, planning to bite him, but his fast reflexes let him use his free arm to keep you at a distance. He was now on the floor with you straddling him and trying with all your might to end his life.

Your husband knocked your heads together which was the distraction he needed to kick you off of him. You clenched you forehead in pain and backed away. But there was no more time to dwell on that pain, because it was minor compared to what you felt next. Agony was in your side, accompanied by the dagger you had previously defended yourself against.

Your lover was close. Enough for you to feel his breath, and enough for you to see tears running down his regretful face.

“Why was it you?”

Whether he referred to you being a vampire or you being the one he married, you did not know. It hardly mattered anyway.

In a way, you did love your husband. It was probably not in the normal spousal way but it was there. Maybe if you weren’t a blood-sucker you two would have been truly happy together. Too bad fate had other plans. Even though it was true that you were probably evil, you wanted to live. And despite the one threatening your existence was none other than the man who’d show a you devotion and love you though t you’d never find again, this was not where you wanted it to end.

With a shriek, you used all your power to push him as hard as you could. He flew backwards into the wall. You supposed he’d fainted from the force since he wasn’t making any move to get up. You clutched your side and groaned. You had to get out of there; somewhere safe.

You stumbled to the window and put your foot on the ledge. The dagger he’d stabbed you with must be silver, otherwise it wouldn’t have made as much damage. The wound in your side burned and sizzled with pain. You had no idea if your body would be able to fully heal you in time for when you need blood again- or even at all.

“Ugh….”

You heard a cough from behind you. It was your dearest. He must be sturdier than he looks to have woken up so quickly. He had rolled over to lay on his stomach and had his arms pathetically stretched in your direction.

“D-don’t go.”

You scoffed at his audacity. “What, so you can finally finish me off?”

He whimpered, “ N-no, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that- why did I do that?” The last part appeared to be a criticism on himself. Nevertheless he continued, “please, I won’t do it again. I was wrong, you’re not evil I know that, I don’t know why I said that. I’m so sorry, please..”

A frown adorned your face. “It’s okay. I’m not evil, but I know I’m far from good- I’m not that delusional.” Then you turned back to the view of the outside world.

“Wait, no-“

“I have to go. I really mean it when I say this, ‘thank you for all these years together, they have been the happiest days I am now able to remember’.

“My love, don’t-“

You ignored his pleas as you jumped from the window. You landed in the dirt outside. You looked back at the house which you’d just escaped from and as you prepared to run off to another town and build up a new life (until you’d eventually have to run again) you listened to the scream of the man who’d been your husband for six years.

What was he screaming? What else if not your name.

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[wallflowergirl2006]

Yandere Jealous Alien x Fem Chubby Wife Reader

Photo by: Norma Mares on Pinterest

CW: Pussy Slapping, Very Possessives Alien Boy, Cockwarming, Orgasm control/denial, tell me if I should add anymore in the comments?

“You left our cottage little one and you were talking to that man. I’m very disappointed in you.” Your husband as he pinned you down onto the bed. Questions swirled in your head as you looked into eyes and his lips which had a frown on it. “Is he jealous?” You thought to yourself. Before you could answer you felt him start to undo your pants. “Looks like I’ll remind MY wife who she belongs to..” He said while he pulled your pants down to reveal your plump soft tummy and the slight damp spot in your panties. “Hmm, you're already wet for me.. Naughty girl.” He teased you as his thumb gliding over your clothed clitoris. The action made a shiver go up your spine while a soft moan left your lips.

He continued his assault on your sensitive clit until the pleasure started to build up in your body. You were so close until you felt him pull his fingers away. You whined at him as you bucked your hips desperately wanting him to continue. “Ah, ah ah..” He tuts as he wags his finger. “Good girls get to cum first and bad girls get punished before they can cum.” He said with a condescending tone. You were going to protest until he started slapping your pussy. You winced as he continued his action until your pussy was slightly reddened and then he rubbed his finger on your clit again. The sensation of pain and pleasure made your legs quiver. Your fingers found their way to your bed sheets and you gripped it tightly. The pleasure started to build up again. You prayed that he let you cum this time.

He kissed your lips as he removed his fingers from your clit and teased your entrance. You groaned slightly into his mouth. He then pushed two fingers inside of your reddened pussy. You gripped onto him as his long thick fingers stretched you out. He groaned as he felt you clench around his fingers. He slowly started pumping in and out of you. He pulled away from the kiss as he pressed his forehead against yours. “My wife.. My little one.” He whispered possessively. “Yep, he definitely was jealous..” You quietly thought to yourself as you looked into his green eyes. Loud squelching noises and your moans filled the room.

You felt the pleasure start to become too intense as you whimpered his name. “G-Gonna cum” You felt your husband speed up his pace. “Mine Mine Mine Mine..” The words fell from his lips in a possessive manner. You came harshly onto his fingers. He slowly pulled out his fingers and licked them clean. You felt your face heat up from his action and from the smile that now adorned his face.“Love you.. I love my chubby little wife.” He whispered into your ear as he kissed both of your round cheeks. 

“You know what’ll make me really forgive you.” He whispered huskily into your other ear. A soft sigh left your lips as you smiled nervously at him. “What..? What would make you forgive me?” A devious smile appeared onto his face as he started to take off his pants and boxers to reveal his hardened cock. “This” He said as he showed off his boner. Before you could reason with him he grabbed you by your plush hips and slowly pulled down onto his cock. The way his cock stretched you out was way better than his fingers. You started to whimper and he picked up on that and started lovingly rubbing your clit as he continued to push himself inside of you. Once he was fully inside of you he let out a soft groan. His cock made you feel so full he was way better than any of your human partners.

“Want you to keep my cock warm inside of this pretty fat kitty of yours.” He said as his hands slid up your soft tummy to your large breasts. His hands explored your body as if it were made of gold and diamonds. He worships your plump and curvy body with all his being. He loves everything about you and he refuses to lose you to some irrelevant idiot that doesn’t even know how to please you like he could. “You’re my wifey.. Don’t forget that.” He whispered as he kissed your temple. “Y-Yeah.. I won’t promise.” You promised him. He smiled softly at your submission. “Thank you little one..”

Photo by: somethingsoff on Pinterest

[oceantornadoo]

IDK! HEAR ME OUT THO!!!

Simon, staging the break in and what not so he could push you back into his arms??? INSANE!

Delicious story. Thank you for the food! <3

so originally when i made that last fic (which unexpectedly blew up tysm everyone) i added in the creepy elements almost on accident?? but this and another reply has me thinking...

tw: slight humiliation (but you'll like it)=

simon riley wasn't a bad man. he also wasn't a bad husband. at least that's what he told himself.

when you had presented him with those divorce papers a bit ago (13 months and 4 days, but who was counting), he thought it was a bluff. a joke. he had gone too far in your last argument, and that was your reaction. when he told you he'd go to therapy, you stared at him with a look he'd only see on men in the battlefield. dead all the way through, a walking husk. so he signed them and went to therapy anyways.

the whole time, this whole 13-month break, where you had been 'building a new life' or whatever, he had been planning. internalizing the commentary his therapist would make, and then spitting it back out to you while you moved out of his place. every time you seemed to forget one extra box, and who's to say if he hid a couple in his room? he had a plan.

over time, simon really seemed to have learned so much from therapy. so much about communication. he had become open and welcoming, far from that man who would respond to your complaints with hard stares and a lack of words. so maybe you met for coffee a couple of times and that's how he knew about the cafe by your new place. maybe that's how he tailed you one night after a date, just to make sure this new guy didn't try anything (and not to figure out your unit number). whatever he did, he played a dangerous game by letting you have this illusion of freedom while balancing his presence in your life, just enough to make you want more. after weeks and week of stagnant progress, he needed one extra push. something small, not even a shove.

and if he happened to mention your unit number to a bunch of shady guys that hung out in the alley by your building? happened to brag about your pretty pussy and sweet-smelling panties? maybe mention your habit of not locking the window when you left for work? who's to say. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and now here you were, back in his arms where you belonged. a little frightened but comforted in the knowledge that he could protect you. the ghost wasn't shed when he took his mask off, but you didn't need to know that.

--

your body was so used to being in simon's arms you didn't even realize you had been grinding on him for the past ten minutes. his boxers you wore were sticky with arousal as you grinded against his clothed cock in the dark. even in your dream, it was simon underneath you, no one else. "si." you panted, a near-whisper that only a military man could have heard. "dove?" he adjusted your sleeping positions, tossing the covers to give you more room to maneuver against him.

"i know i said that thing about the line not being crossed." he gave you a low chuckle. silly little girl. you had finally realized how much you needed him and he was going to milk you for all you were worth. "and?" you stopped. shit. he needed to seem more responsive. he moved you from his thigh to his boner using one arm, the other one snaking its way under your shirt to stroke your back. you moaned as he massaged the tension from the day's earlier events away, giving you sweet relief. the sweetness of the massage made a hard contrast to the friction in your core as he rubbed you against his hardened cock.

"spit it out, baby." he growled. "can you-fuck." his hand had moved to the back of your neck now, holding it in a tight grip. his hand was so large he could feel the pulse points on either side of your jaw, heart racing. finally. "can you get me off? just this once?" he snorted, moving you up and down against him faster, dragging your sensitive clit over and over. "what's the magic word?" he flipped you both around, pressing his body weight on top of you.

simon turned the light on, wanting to see how needy you were. you were panting, shirt sticky with sweat as your chest moved up and down with exertion. he hiked up your shirt and took off your boxers, exposing your sticky cunt to the cool air. he took a sniff of the fabric, noting your small gasp as if you didn't know how obsessed he was with you already. "magic word." your mouth dropped. guess you weren't getting off that easily. "please, simon." he clucked his tongue at that. "ghost?" he left out a short laugh, arms reaching out to tug his shirt off of you. your nipples were so hard, aching to be pinched and sucked just how you liked them. "not ghost." he reached over to his nightstand, pulling something out of the drawer. he fumbled with his hand for a second, then held yours up to the light as he slipped something on it.

"husband." the words left your mouth in a whoosh, eyes transfixed on your wedding ring that was on your hand. the one you had flung at him after he complained about the divorce papers, the one you said you'd rather die than wear again. and here it was, right back on your finger, sparkling in the lamplight.

simon captured your mouth in a rough kiss, entering you with his ring and middle finger at the same time. "so willing for your husband, hm? all puffy and wet. look at your cunt, darling." you both looked down at your pussy at the same time. it was squelching, your vibrator sessions not holding a candle to what your ex husband could do to you. you were almost embarrassed by how desperate your pussy looked, clit enlarged from its earlier friction. his fingers worked in and out of you, wedding ring covered in slick. you watched as he pressed his thumb to your clit in small circles, a tightening sensation in your lower belly rising to the surface. "simon, si-fuck" he gave your pussy a small slap, pulling his fingers out as you addressed him incorrectly. "husband, please." he entered you again roughly, drawing a low moan from you. he captured your nipple in his mouth, teething it just enough to make you hurt. punishment.

"please please please i'm right ther-" he pressed hard against your clit and sent you careening off the edge into your orgasm, back bowing off the bed. simon gave you small love bites as you recovered, hand still working your cunt to draw out your orgasm.

finally, he removed his fingers and drew back from you, forcing eye contact. he put both in his mouth, moaning at the taste of your arousal mixed with the metal from the wedding band. your jaw was still open, looking at him like you had never seen him before. like the sheep's skin had finally been removed, and now only the wolf remained.

"let's get you to bed, wife."

[impish-baby]

What About Platonic Yandere Werewolf Mother?

The hunt is on - platonic yandere werewolf mom x reader 🐾

There's a woman in the den. Her presence makes your fur stand on end, your instincts screaming that she isn't safe. The harsh growl that fills the room only seems to amuse her, the woman kneeling a bit away from where you're sat.

"Aw, hey there, sweetie.." She coos, voice soft and soothing. "I know, I'm a big scary stranger, huh? Poor pup.." Nobody else is home, you don't think. Rowen definitely wouldn't be letting someone wonder in like this. "I'm Vivian," The woman smiles, bearing her neck. It's a vulnerable gesture, an act of trust, and an attempt to show she isn't a danger.

It surprises you, enough that your growl teeters into a confused whine.

Vivian hums, holding out her hand towards you. "Here, come on. You're ok, dear.." She seems perfectly content to wait, making no move to get closer. "It's ok.."

She remains perfectly still as you approach and sniff her hand, allowing you to investigate. The woman smells.. familiar, which only further confuses you. Her scent is the same that lingers on some of the blankets and pillows strown across the house.

"See? I'm a friend.." After a moment she delicately pets your head, "how rude of my husband... bringing a cute little one home and not telling me."

[untoldstar]

yandere! married couple x fem reader

I like the idea of a yandere! married couple

Both in an arranged marriage, their lives completely consumed by their jobs, barely exchanging a few words a day. Sometimes when things got real busy and travel was involved they’d go an entire week or more without talking.

They don’t meddle in each others lives, the deal was they get married and then each of them can live their separate lives. So it’s safe to say that the wife wasn’t surprised when she started seeing the signs. Feminine perfume, dark red blotches on her husbands neck, a new excited gleam in his eyes she’s never seen before.

He’d fallen in love.

Not surprising. But it stings nonetheless. It’s just a reminder of their tragic reality. A loveless marriage out of convenience.

Her husband was a stoic workaholic, things like love, attraction and sex didn’t interest him. For fucks sake if he just wanted to fuck he had a woman who was literally his wife for that, and it would be a mutual understanding between the both of them. Just sex. Making the best of it since they’re married.

But no.

He wasn’t even ever really interested.

And even though that leaves a bitter pit in her chest curiosity bloomed nonetheless. What type of person could’ve caught his attention? She decided you must be special.

And it turns out you were.

She did her research and figured out everything about you. She feels terrible for it but she resorted to following you around in her car. Just to see how her husband behaved around you! To see him in a different light.

To see how it could have been with her had circumstances been slightly different.

She would observe you. How you had that youthful glow about you, a smile that made everyone swoon, a nice laugh that made his eyes twinkle and bite back his own smile. She’d never seen him smile like that. And she had no problem admitting you had an attractive body.

She gets it.

She gets why he fell for you.

She continues watching the both of you almost in awe. She felt like she was watching a romance movie. Eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of you, noting the different reactions you bring out of each other, how you gaze into each others eyes with that love sick look on your faces. As time went by her focus started to be directed more towards you..

Your laugh

Your smile

Your hair

Your eyes

Noting every single detail. She couldn’t get her eyes off of you.

She also couldn’t help but notice a black car that tailed you constantly and a certain clad in black man who watches you while speaking into his earpieces. She recognized both the man and the car to belong to her husband.

Oh god..

He was obsessed with you.

He was watching you all the time.

As was she.

At first she understood why he fell for you. Now, she really gets it. Because she had too. She’s falling into the same obsessive pit he fell into.

And now it’s only a matter of time before they butt heads over you.

She gulps down the last of her drink in her hand, head thrown back and eyes closed as she relaxes further into the soft cushioned chair in the dim living room, the only sounds are the crackling of the fire place and the occasional clink of her nails tapping on the glass.

A small soft smile pulls at her lips as your face flashes behind her eyelids.

Who would’ve thought this is how she would end up meeting you..

Maybe this miserable marriage was destiny’s way of bringing you two together.

Even if it was her husband who found you first. Before she can dwell on that thought longer she’s pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of the door opening and closing.

Speak of the devil..

His fancy dress shoes click against the marble floors until he’s right in front of her.

She lifts her head slightly to meet his glowering figure, deep dark eyes burning with such intensity she could almost see the fire behind them.

She offers a strained smile “Welcome home.” He’s silent for a few seconds, eyes darting over her face almost in a calculative manner “Stay away from her.” His deep voice comes out in a command. He doesn’t offer any more details and he doesn’t need to. They are both well aware of the situation they’re in “I’m afraid I can’t do that.” His gaze hardens “That’s your choice then. And I’ve just made mine.” A spike of panic pierces through her chest but she doesn’t show it. Desperately pushing down that fear that starts sprouting inside her. Her husband is powerful and he will take out the necessary people if they’re standing in his way.

And she’s in his way.

She’s not really surprised he’d go to that length for you. She schools her face into that of indifference as though what she’s about to propose isn’t a gamble that could either save her in more ways then one or end up being her demise “How about..we come to a mutually beneficial agreement?”

If that’s what got them married in the first place why shouldn’t it work now?

[spacexseven]

Fyodor would be a family man that’s good at hiding his true intentions from his family such as the decay of angels and rats house along with his s/o just nurturing their son and having a peaceful side along with Nikolai being a family friend who would entertain Fyodors son. One happy family

anon i could kiss you senseless rn...literally one of the best things i've ever had the honor of seeing in my inbox. this idea has ruined me i swear it's Perfect

fem reader, reader is married to fyodor and has a son w him

cw: yandere character, deceit, manipulation, mentioned murder

fyodor dostoevsky makes for a wonderful husband—loving, ordinary, almost suspiciously so, but you married him knowing that he was an ordinary man. you loved him knowing that he was an ordinary man.

an ordinary man with some extremely unsettling secrets, none that you knew about.

the fyodor dostoevsky you knew and loved was the man who kissed the palm of your hand, and if he was feeling particularly affectionate, your forehead, every morning before he left for work, with a half-smile on his lips and a fond gleam in his eyes. you weren't quite sure what he did, except that he worked for a company of some kind, but you didn't like the way his face hardened when you probed, so you left it at that. it didn't matter what he did, anyway, so long as he came back to greet you every night, safe and unharmed.

the man you married was the one who'd come home to greet you with a tired nod and a warm embrace, entertaining your son's excited rambling over dinner. he held you close when he read before sleeping, stroking your hair with a light touch. as far as you were concerned, he was an amazing husband and lover.

though he was not necessarily a good person otherwise.

you were so easily blinded by the tender warmth he showed his family, that you hardly cared for his uncharacteristic slip-ups. like when he scowls, ever so slightly, when the news broadcasts some detective agency receiving an award, or when a ghost of a smile lingers as you wonder out loud how a casino could be floating in the sky.

you never once questioned the times he came home in an entirely different coat from when he went out, or when he was away for days on end, not calling you or leaving you a single message. was it because you trusted him wholeheartedly, or because you were afraid of what the truth really was?

but even if you had your own suspicions, it would have never even come close to what fyodor was really doing. how were you to know that the same lips that whispered sweet songs of praise to you with a coquettish smile were the same ones that uttered a death sentence to his countless victims? and how were you to know that the steady hands that caressed your body so intimately had also touched numerous corpses? the husband that spoiled you on anniversaries and birthdays could not be the same man that was actively planning to cover the world with the blood of sinners.

for the most part, you liked nikolai too. he was a little odd, considering his getup and his tendency to seemingly pop out of nowhere, but he was good friends with your husband—dos, as he called fyodor—and your son loved playing with him. he didn't tell you what he did, either, though he let it slip that he worked very closely with your husband. he refused to explain fyodor's unexplained disappearances, though he would often stop by to show your son a new magic trick when fyodor was gone for a little too long, just to reassure you a little.

nothing really gave it away; not the amused expression when you told him to stay safe on his way, nor his eccentric coworkers. you were just happy that your husband always came home to you, and never failed to remind you that he loved you. there were, perhaps, more things that should have worried you. the way fyodor insisted that you keep your social circle small, or the frustrated look in his eyes that was beginning to appear more and more often. even the peculiar things he was beginning to tell you.

you're lying in fyodor's lap, mind drifting between sleep and consciousness as he looks at you with an unreadable expression. then, perhaps noticing that you weren't completely asleep, a little smile appears on his face. "tell me," his voice is soft, but every word feels strangely heavy, "will you ever leave me?" you frown slightly, and he chuckles. "even if i did something you don't agree with?" you shake your head, "what's this about?" his smile widens, and he gently pinches your cheek. the look in his eyes is unnaturally cold. "it doesn't matter. either way...you don't have anyone else to turn to."

and you could have continued the way life was, with your mostly ordinary husband and your wonderful family. at least, until he turns up at your door after an especially long period of disappearance. you would be thrilled, normally, but you're much too shocked at the sight of your husband in what looks like a prison uniform to feel any relief.

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Mafia Couple Pt. 2

Pt. 1 here

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚠𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚈/𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙰𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎.

𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍.

𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚈/𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝.

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛.

𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢? 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜. 𝚈/𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚑��𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚎-𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚢. 𝚈/𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚙'𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚍.

"𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟����𝚍" 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 "𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢" 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗. 𝚈/𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗.

𝚈/𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘, 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 "𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 "𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐?" 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

"𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕! 𝚆𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝.. 𝚠𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 "𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 "𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸?"

𝚈/𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜? 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗? "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝?" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 "𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙. 𝚆𝚎 ��𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚈/𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍"

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍. 𝚈/𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘. 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘.

𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 "𝙼𝚒𝚘 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚙" 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 "𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎. 𝚈/𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎"

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔. 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍.

"𝙸.. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢" 𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 "𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝.

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈/𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 "𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

"𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐?"

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Let’s take hubby to therapy at gun point!

Either he goes to therapy and tries to work on his trauma or we serve him divorce papers!

There is no other way! ψ(｀∇´)ψ

yeaaaah that’s seems to be like the majority of the consensus LMAO

I can’t wait to just be done with his character and his fics so I can work on other stuff. 😭 I’ll try to answer other asks about yan!husband, but after that I’m taking a break until I actually push out part four! I might come out with a Christmas fic with some of the yanderes that celebrate the holiday, and that’ll be it for the time being.

see yall in a bit!

[clairewritesjjkxreader]

Sukuna’s Wife and Yuuji’s Onee-chan (Sukuna x Reincarnated!Y/N) au headcanons

Other snippets of this au

Yuuji’s Onee-chan Random HCs

You never worried about Yuuji’s social life, because he was like the sun, the type of guy to attract all sorts of people. He was kind and polite and defended others from injustice. However, you were never attached to any of the friends he hung out with from kindergarten to high school; not until you met Megumi and Nobara. 

You would get along with Megumi, who has a soft spot for older sister types because of his own sister. He respects your opinion a lot and you love how he protected Yuuji. 

Nobara took a liking to you instantly. Much like Megumi, she sees you as an older sister and often goes to you for advice or just to rant. She looks up to you as a role model, but secretly in your heart, you wanted to tell her that she shouldn’t emulate you, because while she and the others were selfless and would sacrifice their lives for the greater good, you were the opposite. You would sacrifice everybody else for your baby brother.

You owe a debt of gratitude to Satoru Gojo. He shielded Yuuji from harm and provided you two with a safe haven. That being said, you didn’t like him. You didn’t doubt his compassion, but he seemed duplicitous, not to mention it bothered you how a grown man insisted on treating minors as his friends.*

You despised Ryomen Sukuna. If not for him, Yuuji wouldn’t be on death row. He claims that he is your husband, but you don’t even know what he looks like–when you “saw” him, he overtook Yuuji and marred his skin with black tattoos,** a sickening grin in place of a sweet smile. You will never forget it. You will never forgive him.

…So you thought, but ever since Yuuji’s possession, you began having odd dreams of old Japan, filled with scenes in a manor so large and grand it reminded you of imperial palaces in period pieces. Sometimes you’d be outside. Bright red maple leaves fell like snow around you, the mild, woody scent of cypress was ever present. Sometimes you'd see a familiar childlike silhouette that morphed into a kitten.

Regardless of where you were, a faceless man was always there, towering above you.

With the reveal of sorcery and curses, you suspected that these dreams were not mere dreams…

[1] Canonically, we know that there is more to Gojo than this, and you have no idea about the despicable things I’d let him do to me–but I’m writing these based on what Yuuji’s protective big sister would think. Frankly, as someone with younger underage siblings, I would be worried too if their adult teacher spent their free time hanging out with them. 

[2] I believe that in-universe, the characters can’t tell when Sukuna is the one actively using the body of his host and that the shift in visuals is just for the benefit of the audience. However, Y/N here sees the changes: tattoos, four eyes, etc.

@shadowywizardarcade @hannya-exists @nineooooo @lilachaeyo @pumpkindudeishere @jessbeinme15 @fluffy-koalala @cringeycookies @frogzxch @isimpfordanielpark @marvelsgirl4ever @sanzusmom @sheccidoscar @marvelsgirl4ever

A/N: Sorry for the late update. Been busy. Decided to write this while waiting for my resin to refill.

[misstycloud]

These are just some short thoughts abt the background story of the characters ;)

mc moving to the town that she formerly(since she escaped) lived in was a result of trying to avoid hunters. She’d been noticing that someone’s hot on her heel. Also, the few times she met other vampires, they’d told her to look out for the special hunter that’s been lurking around that area.

So she moves again, to a smaller but comfortable town. She comes up with a false identity and charms her way into society. About a month or two after she arrived, another person moves there. yes, it’s the vampire hunter that’s been investigating murders and suspects it’s another vampiric monster. He doesn’t know it’s mc and mc doesn’t know he’s the hunter yet. (They need to be stupid for the plot ok)

Their first meeting was rather indifferent but polite. Not much happened there. However, one of the older ladies mc has helped out before, believes its fate that mc and hunter moved to the village around the same time, they’re also around the same marital age plus they would look so good together!

Thank to some help👵🏻 hunter and vampire mc keep having encounters, which become longer and longer because they find out the other’s company is actually enjoyable.

And POOF they’re getting married✨. Honestly, one should question yan hunter since he somehow had no idea his own wife is a freaking vampire, even though they’ve been together for years🤨 but I guess he’s too blinded by his pookie’s beauty.

Although he’s not stupid enough to not see that the deaths are decreasing, and he doesn’t understand why. Turns out that mc is more careful now that she’s married and has someone that would actually care if she’s going out in the middle of the night. The reason she doesn’t just kill him to make thing easier for herself is because she genuinely likes him and it feels nice to have that kind of devoted love again. One that’s not filled with….dark desires. Her new husband’s love is pure.

Or is it?

[passionateseadruid]

Yan x darling

Yandere: *hiding in the bush* I’ve got their cage all set up! I have their favorite food, comfortable blankets and I’ll lure them in with their favorite media. And once I have them they’ll be all mine. *crazed laughter* now to sit and wait…

Darling: ……………………. What are we looking at?

Yandere: Da-Darling! What are you doing here? your supposed to be in the cage- I wasn’t supposed to say that-

Darling: oh okay I’ll go in the cage.

Tag your favorite parings down below! (But make sure to let me know who’s the Yandere and who’s the victim)

[angelyuji]

got any fiddleford trad!spousing us? idk

cw // implied noncon, pregnancy, religion

18+!! minors dni!!

hmmm see im not good with fiddleford but i def think that he'd be into housewife type life. he feels like a southern, traditional man, so i can see him convincing you to give up college to be his spouse and parent to his children. also if you can get pregnant, he's DEF getting you pregnant and being like "start taking online courses" "unenroll for the semester" "the stress isn't good for the baby :("

also if you're religious, trad!fidds would def use religion to manipulate you.

[celesthysaturn]

Note: Meme, rant, Headcanon Yandere, One shot Yandere

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Even though my obsession with yanderes is just my favorite entertainment in my world of fanfics and ASMR so I can escape the reality where there is no one who loves me intensely and even fantasize my darkest desires without guilt, I'm feeling very stressed about life that I take. I barely sleep or even eat properly besides my precious coffee in the morning ☕ (I lost a lot of weight because of this, which is not normal).

So, deep in my heart, I wonder what it's like to have a yandere in real life who was so obsessed with me that I was his priority and treated my health and well-being as if it were the most precious thing he needed to take care of. .

So, if he sees my current situation, I think he would go crazy 🤭

Dude, I almost passed out at school because I hadn't eaten or slept in days, besides, I study during the day so and I'm still doing an internship, I'm definitely going to end up being admitted. I think he needs to come help me immediately

Do you also feel tired and needy? So here's a Yandere Headcanon for you 🫵

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Paternal/maternal and obsessive yanderes who are shocked when they discover that you are slowly killing yourself (or rather, have stopped taking care of yourself) and see that your mental and physical health is eroding because of the life you have decided to lead

Paternal/maternal and obsessive yanderes who see no other option and now they themselves will have to take care of you for you, and so, they finally decide to kidnap you.

Paternal/maternal and obsessive yanderes will make you completely dependent on them for your new life routine and even your basic needs. This means that they will bathe you themselves, dress you in comfortable and climate-appropriate clothes, cook and feed you in your mouth, make you take medicines and vitamins, take you punctually to medical appointments, blood tests and therapies (or perhaps they will do the exams themselves). Oh! Don't forget the main thing, lots of love and affection even if you refuse ♥️

Paternal/maternal and obsessive yanderes who will suffocate you with lots of affection, kisses and hugs, or at least, will try to demonstrate their great love for you in soft and attentive touches, looks and ears that are totally helpful to what you do and will talk to you every night how special you are to them, how precious you are

Paternal/maternal and obsessive yanderes that after 3 months of extreme care, he finally feels more comfortable letting you do your basic needs alone, but with their supervision, but you will still continue to live with him, you will only be able to leave for a while limited and will not allow you to do something that is not good for your health such as sleeping late, eating a lot of junk, accidentally hurting yourself, walking barefoot, otherwise he will go crazy once again and the whole childcare routine will start all over again

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Everything is so peaceful, my body feels relaxed and fresh as if I had taken a delicious bath and received a massage right after. As I lie in a soft bed, on warm, clean duvets and pillows in a silent, soft environment that smells like chamomile (when was the last time I cleaned my room?), everything made me stay in the position I'm in for hours and with eyes closed to relax in this very pleasant moment, maybe I should even go back to sleep.

For a small moment, I seem to have finally escaped my daily problems and routine, as that infernal alarm clock hasn't gone off yet... wait, where am I?!!!!!!!!

I finally realized why everything is so good...

"Good morning, sweetie. How's my sweetie feeling?" The stranger appeared at the bedroom door, which had been open the entire time, and walked towards me subtly as if approaching a fragile and injured animal. Soon, he sat on the side of the bed I was on and placed one of his warm, wet hands on my forehead.

"Your body temperature is normal, your face looks healthier, and your dark circles are gone. It seems like you rested very well, I feel so relieved!" Giving a sigh of satisfaction, and then he placed a kiss on my forehead with that same hand gently grabbing my chin with his thumb on mine. He kept his loving, soft gaze on me.

"Where am I?" My question was automatic, I didn't know if I remained paralyzed or jumped out of bed to run towards the bedroom door that had been open the whole time, suspecting that he was watching me since I was still sleeping, or was already prepared to attack me. rock when I finally woke up.

It wouldn't do any good anyway, since he would have locked all exit access to the outside and would already be prepared for any attack or kidnapping outbreak.

"You are in my house, or rather in our sweet and cozy home that I have prepared for us for the rest of our lives from now on."

"H-What do you mean? What's this story?"

"It's for your own good, Sweetheart, I couldn't bear to see my baby having such a hard and unfair life on the outside..."

"You should't..."

"No, honey, it's YOU who shouldn't do this to me. I believed that you could be independent and take care of yourself while I finished all the plans for us to have the dream life when we could finally move away from this society and all the tiring life and stressful while I would take care of everything to support and protect our home and you would be my beautiful homely wife and totally spoiled by me." He paused, panting after his harsh speech, and slowly calming down. Now, his welcoming expression now seemed like a frightening and overbearing father/mother. "But after I saw you killing yourself to have a minimally comfortable life, I will have to take this position and you will live the life I prepared for you and me from now on."

So, he got up, walked out of the room and then, within a few seconds, came back with a bowl of soup, glass of water and pills all on a tray. I was too shocked to react.

"Your stomach must be empty after you slept so much and ingested all the sedative I gave you." Sitting once again on the bed, now, even closer as he places the tray carefully on his lap, his right hand taking my cheese again with his thumb on my cheek with a firmer grip and the other hand dipping the spoon into the vegetable soup and lifting it towards me. His loving and welcoming gazes were even more intense.

"Now, my Sweetheart, be obedient and open your mouth ♥️"

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Note: Don’t forget to drink lots of water and get plenty of rest 😉