#yandere ikemen vampire x reader

[eternaldarknesswitch]

Special Promot Valentine day ♡.

Yandere Suitors + Their Valentine’s Day Dream Scenario vs. Reality. – Do their grand dreams meet reality, or does fate have other plans? Pairing ; Napoleon, Jean, Mozart and Leonardo.

Header Credit: Ikemen Series

Pairing: Multi Scenario x Fem Reader.

Tags : Yandere suitor, Possessiveness, Control, Emotional Intensity, Romantic Frustration, Jealousy, Vulnerability, Imperfect Romance, Grand Expectations vs. Reality, Character Growth, Emotional Manipulation.

Warning : This scenario includes themes of possessiveness, control, and emotional intensity. The character of Napoleon, Jean, Mozart and Leonardo expresses a yandere-like attachment, which may be unsettling for some readers. The dynamic includes moments of frustration, jealousy, and emotional manipulation as part of the character’s growth and evolution throughout the scenario. Please read with caution if you are sensitive to these themes.

A/N : Request from a friend, Yandere Suitors + Their Valentine’s Day Dream Scenario vs. Reality. – Do their grand dreams meet reality, or does fate have other plans? Pairing ; Napoleon, Jean, Mozart and Leonardo.

The following is my interpretation of what I believe Yandere Napoleon, Leonardo, Jean and Mozart would say and act, and I kindly apologize if it does not align perfectly with the character or if you have a different understanding. Please bear in mind that it is intended purely for entertainment purposes and should not be taken to heart.

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Napoleon (Ikemen Vampire) – Valentine’s Day Dream vs. Reality

Dream: A Grand Celebration of Love and Power

Napoleon's dream for Valentine's Day is nothing short of magnificent—a celebration of his power, your love, and his undeniable control over your heart. For him, this day is a spectacle, something grand and larger than life, reflecting his strategic mind and unshakable pride. Everything must go according to plan, and every detail must be designed to show you just how much you belong to him—and how devoted he is to you.

He imagines the day beginning in a luxurious setting—his personal quarters, draped in velvet and gold, soft music playing in the background. The light from the chandelier reflects off the polished floor, casting a soft glow as he approaches you with a confident, almost regal air. He will present you with an extravagant gift, something befitting of his station—perhaps an opulent piece of jewelry, or even a rare artifact. It’s not just a gift, but a symbol of his dominance and the value he places on you.

"You are mine," he would say with a self-assured smile, placing the gift in your hands, his voice low and commanding. "You deserve nothing less than perfection."

The morning would then continue with a private breakfast, a banquet of his finest foods, and a carefully curated atmosphere where no one else exists—only the two of you. He’ll share a romantic yet intense conversation with you, making sure to remind you of how lucky you are to be the object of his love and attention.

In the afternoon, Napoleon envisions taking you to an extravagant venue—perhaps an opera house or a grand ballroom—where you’ll enjoy a private performance just for the two of you. He will shower you with attention, making sure that all eyes are on him and you, the perfect couple, basking in admiration. Every glance, every whisper, every act will reflect his control over you.

As night falls, he imagines a candlelit dinner, the finest wines, and the richest foods. The table will be set for just the two of you, alone in the quiet of a grand, lavish hall. Napoleon will sit across from you, his gaze possessive and intense, never leaving you as you eat.

At the end of the evening, Napoleon will take you into his arms, his hands firm around your waist, pulling you closer. He will whisper in your ear, reminding you that you are his. No one can take you from him. This day, this night, is his gift to you, and he will make sure you know just how deeply he loves you.

... ♔

Reality: The Perfect Plan Meets Unforeseen Disruption

In reality, things don’t quite go as Napoleon envisioned.

The day begins with much of his plans already being thrown off. Napoleon wakes early, eager to start the day, but the staff has been lax with his instructions. The extravagant gift he had planned to present you has been delayed in shipping, leaving him with nothing to show you as the morning begins. His irritation simmers, but he masks it, trying to maintain the regal composure he prides himself on.

When you awake, Napoleon greets you with an intense, determined gaze. “I had something grand prepared, but of course, it’s been delayed. You’re not disappointed, are you?” His voice is sharp, as though expecting any negative reaction from you to feel like a personal betrayal.

“I’m not disappointed, Napoleon,” you reassure him with a gentle smile, trying to alleviate his frustration.

“Good,” he mutters, though his expression remains tight.

The breakfast he had meticulously planned doesn’t go as smoothly either. The servants have been slow, and the table is not arranged as he requested. Napoleon’s temper begins to fray, but he still tries to make the most of it. However, the food is lukewarm, the coffee bitter, and the atmosphere far less romantic than the one he had meticulously imagined. His sharp tongue slips as he complains, muttering under his breath about the incompetence of others.

But you, always the calming presence, gently guide him back to reality. “Napoleon, it’s okay. We’re here together, and that’s what matters.”

Despite your reassurance, his frustration continues to grow as the day progresses. The opera house he had hoped for has been booked for another event, forcing him to change venues at the last minute. The new location is far less private, filled with crowds, and Napoleon is unable to fully enjoy the performance, distracted by the presence of strangers. He had hoped for an intimate moment between just the two of you, but instead, he finds himself on edge, unable to truly relax.

By the time dinner rolls around, the meal he ordered is delayed—yet again. The candlelit hall he had planned is too crowded, the noise from other guests growing louder as the evening progresses. Napoleon’s jaw clenches as he tries to maintain his composure, though it’s clear his frustration has only grown.

“Why must everything go wrong today?” he grumbles under his breath, staring at the food, his mind racing with plans that have been ruined.

You, ever understanding, smile and reach across the table to touch his hand. “Napoleon, we’ve still got each other. That’s all that matters.”

He looks at you, and for a moment, he sees not the grand spectacle he had imagined, but the sincerity in your eyes. It quiets the storm inside him, and though he’s still visibly upset, his grip on your hand softens.

The evening continues, and as the last of the wine is poured, he pulls you closer, his voice softening. “You always make things… bearable. You truly are a treasure.”

Napoleon leans in, brushing his lips against your forehead, a possessive but tender gesture. “I may not have been able to control everything today, but I will always control my love for you.”

... ♔

Despite everything, the reality of the day feels far more genuine than the perfection Napoleon had imagined. Yes, things went wrong—there were delays, interruptions, and moments of frustration. But through it all, you remained by his side, soothing his nerves and calming his temper with your unwavering support.

By the end of the night, as he holds you in his arms, his possessiveness still apparent but softened by the bond between you two, he realizes something. Perfection is not what matters. What matters is your connection, your loyalty, and the love you share. Even in the face of a less-than-perfect day, the most important thing is that you are his, and he is yours.

“Today didn’t go as planned,” Napoleon admits, his voice tinged with a rare vulnerability. “But you made it perfect anyway.”

You smile softly, resting your head against his chest. “I’m happy as long as we’re together.”

And with that, Napoleon understands—the day may have been filled with imperfections, but your love, your unwavering presence, is the perfect conclusion to his Valentine’s Day.

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Jean d'Arc (Ikemen Vampire) – Valentine’s Day Dream vs. Reality

Dream: A Quiet, Intimate Union of Souls

Jean Valentine’s Day dream is one of calm and serenity, a day where everything aligns perfectly for the two of you to exist in a world of your own. His aloof and somewhat distant demeanor hides a deep yearning for connection, and Valentine's Day is the one time he envisions that connection becoming absolute.

In his ideal vision, the day begins early, before the rest of the world stirs. The two of you are alone in his private quarters, the air thick with the sweet scent of roses he hand-picked for you. The soft flicker of candlelight dances against the walls, casting long shadows that create an ethereal atmosphere.

Jean would greet you with a quiet intensity, his gaze almost inscrutable as he takes your hand. “Today is for us, and no one else.” His voice would be a whisper, deep and full of promise, and he would escort you to a lavish breakfast spread—something simple, but elegant. A delicate tea served in porcelain cups, buttery pastries, and fresh fruits. His presence would be commanding yet tender, as he watches you carefully, assessing every flicker of emotion on your face.

The plan then moves to a quiet walk—somewhere secluded, perhaps a garden with freshly bloomed flowers or a picturesque spot by a lake. Jean’s ideal would be a setting that feels timeless, undisturbed by the outside world, where he can be with you and you alone.

“Let’s forget the world, just for today,” Jean would say, his hand resting gently on the small of your back, guiding you through the tranquility of nature. His aloofness fades slightly in the peace of this moment, and he would be entirely focused on you—on the soft sounds of your voice, the gentle touch of your hand in his, the slight shift of your expression as you react to his every word.

In the evening, he would have prepared a meal, though not overly extravagant. He would carefully arrange the dishes, making sure everything is to your taste. The setting would be intimate—just the two of you, a single candle casting shadows around the room, the only sound being the soft rustling of your clothing and the occasional clink of silverware.

For Jean, the pinnacle of the evening would be a tender, almost reverent moment—a shared kiss under the soft glow of candlelight. His touch would be delicate yet possessive, as if claiming you not with grand gestures, but with the quiet certainty of his love.

“This is my vow,” he would murmur against your lips. “To be the only one for you, and for you to be the only one for me.” His kiss would deepen, slow and deliberate, as if sealing that vow in the silence of the room.

... ♘

Reality: A Day of Quiet Discomfort and Underlying Tension

In reality, Jean’s carefully constructed day doesn’t unfold quite as he imagined.

The morning begins with a certain stiffness between you two. Jean’s aloof nature, which he assumes will be an alluring mystery, begins to feel distant rather than comforting. The breakfast, while still elegant, feels stilted—there’s an awkwardness in the air as neither of you quite know how to bridge the gap that his emotional reserve has created. His dark aubergine eyes remain focused on you, but it’s almost as if he’s watching you from afar, gauging your reactions to every subtle movement.

His words, which he believes are poetic and sincere, don’t have the impact he anticipated. “Today is for us,” he says, but there’s a coldness in his voice that makes it feel more like a command than an invitation. You smile weakly, trying to comfort him, but Jean is so caught up in the vision he’s crafted that he doesn’t notice the subtle tension in your body language.

When you go for the walk he envisioned, the silence between you both grows uncomfortable. He tries to speak to you softly, asking questions about how you feel, but the answers are brief, almost distracted. Every moment is loaded with his expectations, and while the scenery is beautiful, the atmosphere feels suffocating, like the weight of his gaze is too much to bear.

“Is something wrong?” Jean would ask, his tone more clipped than he intended. He’s frustrated that the day is not going according to his carefully planned script, and his irritation bubbles to the surface.

“No, nothing’s wrong,” you assure him. “It’s just… quiet.”

He looks away, the tension in his posture evident. He feels like he’s failed somehow, despite his best efforts. The garden he thought would be tranquil and perfect now feels like a reminder of everything that is lacking.

Later, during dinner, Jean’s frustration peaks. The meal is perfect, but it’s marred by the fact that he can’t seem to connect with you. Every movement feels rehearsed. You both sit in silence more than he intended, the atmosphere heavy, as he watches you with a sharpness that feels more like observation than affection.

When the candlelight flickers and the evening draws to a close, Jean tries to bring the moment back to where he imagined it should be. He leans in to kiss you, but the tension is still there, lingering in the space between you. His touch is soft, but the possessiveness he intended feels more like desperation, his frustration seeping through.

“I am the only one for you,” he mutters, but his words are laced with uncertainty, as if he’s trying to convince himself as much as he is you.

The kiss, though tender, carries an underlying weight of his dissatisfaction. He’s not sure what went wrong, but he feels it—a gnawing emptiness that no amount of perfect planning can fill.

... ♘

By the end of the evening, Jean is left with a sense of failure. The day he had envisioned—filled with romance, serenity, and the soft glow of connection—hasn’t materialized. Instead, it’s been filled with silences, unspoken frustrations, and moments of tension.

“I wanted today to be… perfect,” Jean admits quietly, his usually confident demeanor cracked. His eyes, though still dark and unreadable, now hold a touch of vulnerability.

You reach out to him, your hand brushing his in an attempt to reassure him. “It’s not about perfection, Jean. It’s about us being together, and that’s what matters.”

For the first time, Jean allows himself to relax, just a little. His lips curve into a small, sincere smile—one that speaks more of acceptance than victory. “You’re right,” he murmurs, his hand tightening around yours. “Today… wasn’t perfect. But as long as you’re here, I’ll endure it.”

Jean d'Arc may not have had the day he envisioned, but in the end, he realizes that the imperfections only made it more real, more human. And though he is far from perfect, your love for him feels like enough to bridge the gap between expectation and reality.

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Mozart (Ikemen Vampire) – Valentine’s Day Dream vs. Reality.

Dream: A Serenade of Love in Perfect Harmony

Mozart’s idea of a perfect Valentine’s Day is not extravagant, but it is precise. Everything must be executed flawlessly, just like his music—no mistakes, no disruptions, no deviations from the masterpiece he envisions in his mind. He has planned every detail with an almost obsessive attention to perfection, ensuring that this day will be unlike any other.

The morning begins with him waking up early, composing a new piece of music just for you. He doesn’t want to gift you something as meaningless as flowers or chocolates—no, that would be too ordinary, too temporary. He will create something eternal, something that will carry his love through every note. The melody will be gentle yet possessive, weaving his emotions into a composition that only you can truly understand.

By noon, he imagines taking you to an intimate, secluded space where no one else exists. He cannot stand the thought of sharing you with the world today. The idea of another man—even a passing stranger—glancing at you, hearing your laughter, or witnessing your beauty makes his jaw clench with restrained fury.

The location must be perfect: a grand, candlelit music hall, empty except for the two of you. He envisions sitting at the piano, guiding your hands over the keys as he teaches you how to play a melody meant only for you. His fingers would linger on yours, his voice low as he murmurs instructions—his control both tender and unyielding.

As evening falls, he dreams of a private dinner where no one can interfere. You will sit beside him, close enough that he can feel your warmth, hear your heartbeat. There will be no distractions—no unwanted guests, no interruptions. Just you and him, sealed away from the world. He will watch you with those sharp, calculating violet eyes, memorizing every detail of your expressions as you listen to the piece he composed for you.

And at the end of the night, he imagines holding you close, whispering his devotion in a voice only you can hear.

"I will never allow anyone to take you from me. You are mine, and mine alone."

... ♪

Reality: A Discordant Note in His Symphony

Reality, however, is far less cooperative.

The morning starts well enough. Mozart wakes up before you, lost in his world of composition, pouring his emotions into the notes of his new piece. But as he plays it, testing each chord, he can already feel something is off. It’s not perfect. It’s missing something.

Frustration builds in his chest like a storm. He replays the piece over and over, his hands growing harsher against the keys. He doesn’t even notice you waking up, watching him with sleepy confusion.

“Mozart…?” you call his name gently, but he doesn’t answer. His mind is too fixated on the music, on the imperfections that gnaw at his soul.

By the time he finally acknowledges you, his mood is already tainted with irritation. He had wanted everything to be perfect, yet he feels like the day is slipping through his fingers. He forces himself to calm down—he won’t let his frustration ruin this.

The afternoon doesn’t go much better. He had planned to take you somewhere private, but the mansion is lively today—too lively. Leonardo, Napoleon, and even Arthur are wandering about, their voices echoing through the halls. Each time another man so much as acknowledges your presence, Mozart’s expression darkens.

Arthur smirks at you. "Looking lovely today, little dove. Planning something special with our dear prodigy?"

Mozart’s hands tighten into fists, his patience rapidly depleting.

And then there’s Leonardo, ever the thorn in his side. “Oi, Amadeus. You sure you don’t wanna let them breathe a little? Can’t keep ‘em locked away all day.”

Mozart clenches his jaw, his hands twitching as if itching to slam the piano lid shut. He doesn’t need their commentary. He doesn’t want their presence. This was supposed to be his day with you.

By evening, his carefully constructed plan has completely unraveled. The private music hall? Unavailable—some aristocrats have taken it for a gathering. The intimate dinner? Constantly interrupted by others entering the dining room, forcing Mozart to bite his tongue from snapping at them. Even the piece he composed for you doesn’t sound right when he plays it, his own perfectionism making him loathe what he created.

The moment he finally gets you alone, his patience is at its breaking point.

Mozart stands before you, his sharp violet eyes burning with an intensity that sends a chill down your spine. His fingers tremble at his sides—not with fear, but with the raw, unfiltered frustration of a man whose love is so overwhelming, so consuming, that reality itself cannot meet his expectations.

"This day was supposed to be perfect." His voice is tight, controlled—but there’s an edge of something dangerous beneath it.

You reach out, gently grasping his hand. “Mozart, it doesn’t have to be perfect.”

His entire body stiffens at your words. Doesn’t have to be perfect? But you deserve perfection. How could he accept anything less?

For a long moment, he just stares at you, his mind racing. But as he looks into your eyes, something inside him shifts. The way you gaze at him, the warmth of your touch—it’s grounding. His rigid shoulders loosen just slightly, the tension easing as he exhales a slow breath.

“…You don’t understand,” he murmurs, voice softer now, yet still laced with that obsessive devotion. “I wanted to give you something flawless. I wanted this day to be—”

You place a finger against his lips, silencing him with a small, knowing smile. “Mozart, I don’t need perfect. I just need you.”

Silence. His pupils dilate slightly, his breath catching for just a second.

Then, without another word, he pulls you into his arms, holding you so tightly it’s as if he’s afraid you’ll vanish. His heartbeat is erratic, his grip possessive, desperate.

"You belong to me," he whispers into your hair, voice laced with the unyielding promise of a man who will never let you go. "And I belong to you."

And in that moment, he realizes—perhaps love isn’t about perfection. Perhaps, just this once, he can allow himself to exist in the flaws, in the reality, as long as you are by his side.

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Leonardo Da Vinci (Ikemen Vampire) – Valentine’s Day Dream vs. Reality

Dream: A Day of Artistic Passion and Infinite Devotion

Leonardo Da Vinci envisions Valentine’s Day as the perfect opportunity to express his admiration and passion for you in a way that is as beautiful and intricate as one of his masterpieces. He wants the day to feel like a living canvas—every moment a stroke of love, every glance an expression of his affection.

In his dream scenario, Leonardo begins the day by waking you with the softest touch—a kiss to your forehead, light as air, before he even speaks. His voice would be low, filled with intensity, but also a tenderness reserved just for you. “Today, I shall create something that will last forever, something for only you and I.”

The morning would be spent in his atelier, where Leonardo would craft something unique for you—whether a painting, a sculpture, or a beautiful, personalized piece of art. He would be utterly focused on you, as he mixes colors with an artist’s precision and delicate hand movements. As he works, he would softly speak to you, sharing his thoughts and passions. There would be no pressure, just the gentle rhythm of creation, and an atmosphere of deep connection.

“The art I create for you will surpass anything I have ever done,” he would say with a quiet, almost wistful pride. “It will be my gift to you, a symbol of how much I admire and cherish you.”

For lunch, he would take you to a secluded café, away from the crowds. A place that feels intimate, where the world outside fades away and the two of you can enjoy the moment. The table would be set with fine china, delicate flowers in vases, and the air would be filled with the soft hum of conversation from the other patrons, but it would feel like just the two of you in the world.

“You have always been my inspiration, my muse,” Leonardo would say as he takes your hand across the table. His golden eyes, tinged with longing, would meet yours. “Even the greatest works are incomplete without the touch of something beautiful.”

The afternoon would follow with a private stroll through a garden—lush, vibrant, and calm. The quiet would be broken only by the occasional murmur of nature, the scent of roses and lavender hanging in the air. In Leonardo’s eyes, the world would be perfect as long as you were by his side. His hand would rest possessively but gently on your waist, guiding you through the garden as if he were showing you a part of his soul.

As the day winds down, Leonardo would prepare a special, intimate dinner in his study. He would have a candle-lit ambiance, soft music playing in the background, and the smell of a freshly prepared meal filling the air. There would be no hurry, no rush—just time for the two of you to enjoy each other’s company.

“I have spent centuries searching for something beautiful, but I have finally found it in you,” Leonardo would say as he gazes at you, his golden eyes softening with love. “You are my ultimate masterpiece.”

And as the evening draws to a close, the night would end with a tender kiss—a promise of his love, of a life spent together, creating beauty and passion as one. He would pull you close, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that speaks of longing, devotion, and eternal affection.

... ☕︎

Reality: A Day Full of Surprises and Overwhelming Passion

In reality, Leonardo’s grand vision doesn’t unfold quite as perfectly as he planned. Though he remains passionate and committed, a few unexpected twists make the day feel more chaotic than ideal.

The morning begins as planned—Leonardo awakens you with a soft kiss, his golden eyes glowing with warmth, but there’s an undercurrent of impatience. He’s eager for the day to unfold just as he imagined it, but there’s a subtle pressure in his gaze that doesn’t go unnoticed.

As the two of you move to his atelier, he begins his work on the art piece he envisioned for you. However, the intensity of his focus borders on obsession. He works relentlessly, hardly stopping for breaks, and his words become more demanding than soothing. “Do not disturb me, I must perfect this,” he says, his tone strained, his golden eyes narrowed in concentration. The art, though beautiful, begins to feel like something he is forcing rather than creating out of pure love.

The atmosphere becomes thick with tension as he continuously tweaks and adjusts the piece, frustrated by every slight imperfection. His gaze flickers to you intermittently, as if checking for approval, but the warmth of his earlier words has been replaced with the intensity of someone driven to complete a masterpiece, no matter the cost.

“I cannot let this day be ruined,” he mutters to himself, before focusing back on his work. “It must be perfect.”

When the two of you finally leave for lunch, Leonardo’s charm is momentarily overshadowed by his obsession with the art. He’s distracted, his golden eyes distant, lost in thought. He seems to forget that this moment is supposed to be about you, the two of you, and not just his work. The conversation feels forced, and his attempts to make you feel special fall flat. He’s there physically, but emotionally, he’s consumed by his creations.

“You must understand,” Leonardo would say, his voice low, “that every work of mine requires this focus. I cannot turn it off.” His hands grasp yours almost desperately, but the passion seems more like a demand than a tender declaration.

The afternoon stroll is much like the lunch—Leonardo tries to stay present, but he’s too distracted. He notices the way you walk and the sounds of the world around you, but it’s not the serene, artistic moment he had envisioned. His possessiveness creeps in—his hand holding yours tightly, his presence hovering over you as if making sure no one else can claim your attention.

“I can’t let go of you,” he says suddenly, his voice heavy with possessiveness. “Not now, not ever.”

Dinner, instead of being a calm and intimate moment, becomes another area of tension. Leonardo’s lingering frustrations from earlier in the day make him irritable. While the meal is delicious, he finds himself focused more on making sure everything is perfect than truly enjoying the company of the one he loves. His gaze flickers constantly, checking for your approval, his golden eyes growing darker with each passing moment.

“I only want to give you my best,” he mutters, his tone rough. “But it seems even I can’t achieve perfection today.”

As the night draws to a close, the kiss he offers you feels possessive, as though he’s trying to assert his claim on you—more out of desperation than genuine tenderness. While his lips are soft against yours, there’s an overwhelming intensity in the way he holds you, as though afraid to let you go.

“You are mine,” he whispers, but there’s a hint of vulnerability that he doesn’t quite know how to express. “I won’t let anyone else take you.”

... ☕︎

Leonardo’s Valentine’s Day doesn’t turn out the way he imagined. It’s not the serene, perfect day filled with artistic passion. Instead, it’s filled with frustrations, moments of tension, and an overwhelming need to control the situation, despite his love for you.

He watches you closely as the night winds down, his golden eyes soft but full of longing. “I did not expect today to go like this,” he admits, his voice low. “I had hoped to create the perfect day for you… but I fear I only created stress.”

You gently take his hand, offering reassurance. “It’s not perfect, Leonardo, but it was real. And that means something, too.”

Leonardo looks at you, his heart heavy with a mixture of guilt and affection. Slowly, he smiles—a bittersweet smile, but one that carries an unspoken understanding. “I will make it up to you. I will always try… for you.”

And in that moment, Leonardo learns that while perfection may be his goal, it’s the imperfect moments, the real, raw connections, that mean the most.

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Written by ; @eternaldarknesswitch

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[lillianlewellyn]

Rules~

Lilian : "I think it's time we say hello to our dear butterflies, don't you think so, Lewellyn?~" asked the mysterious woman in an elegant purple and black dress coming out of the large door from the front with a charming smile, her red lips pursed into a small grin , glancing at his partner beside who looked equally amused as he was, their eyes met with a flash of red before fading back.

They elegantly walk towards you with a charming smile still plastered between their lips.

Lewellyn : *chuckles* it's an honor for me to meet a se��orita as beautiful and charming as you~" Lewellyn came closer at you with a charming smile, he kissed the back of your hand, as soft and warm lips touched your skin which made you shiver with a delicious tickling feeling.

Lilian : "Now, now Lewellyn dear, don't be too aggressive towards our guest." interrupted the mysterious woman who pulled the man named Lewellyn from your sight, now both of you are face to face with the mysterious woman looking at you with a warm smile.

The man called Lewellyn just chuckled, with the grin still plastered on his charming face he backed away, allowing his female companion to take control.

Lilian : "Please forgive that man's behavior but we mean well, we are here to give lost souls a new hope from their emptiness..."

Lilian : "I'm sorry, you must be confused right?.. however, we mean well we just want to give happiness to those lost souls by making them feel loved..."

Lewellyn : "What the female version of me is try to say is, we should satisfy them with the feeling of being loved from their various desires that they can pour out from their 'requests' of us .. " explained Lewellyn who slowly approached your right side, he smiled, stroked your cheek who is now blushing at the man's intimate gestures.

Lilian just sighed, tired of the antiquity of the male version of herself before she continued.

Lilian : “That's right, our existence exists due to the dissatisfaction of the humans and to prevent that the two of us have decided to appear on this blog, and fulfill their dissatisfaction…”

Lewellyn : "In other words, you, o lost souls, please ask anything from both of us, whether it's in a debriefing of both of us or a request, we will fulfill everything~"

Lilian nodded with a faint smile before she also stroked your head, but unlike Lewellyn, Lilian seemed more concerned about you which made you confused.

Lilian : “However, we also have certain boundaries and rules that you should look at… Lewellyn dear, could you please explain?”

Lewellyn just nodded, picking up a white board with red marker written on it.

Rules :

Fandoms what we will write:

• Twisted Wonderland

• Obey Me

• Diabolik lovers.

• Ikemen Vampire

• My OC (Male and Females Version)

If you ask another fandom I may not respond to your request. It may take a while to respond to requests. Please be patient. Do not spam the same request more than twice.

Things that we don't write and will do:

Stuff related to racism, homophobia, pedophilia (big red flag!), incest (another big red flag!), teacher and student relationship (no, please don't!).

Things that we write and will do:

Yandere and no yandere stuff, Poly things, Nsfw (oh, yes~), questions that related to us (Lilian & Lewellyn), roleplay (yes, please~)

You can choose the "Reader" gender. If you do not select or display it at your request, "Reader" is genre neutral. I will write to yandere only if it is mentioned in the request.

You can suggest me new fandoms and chat with me if you want :)

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MEDIA I WILL WRITE/DRAW FOR:

  anime:

assassination classroom bnha  bungou stray dogs haikyuu hetalia fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood fruits basket noragami ohshc soul eater suicide squad: isekai the disastrous life of saiki k

   shows:

american horror story futurama hazbin hotel helluva boss inside job it’s always sunny in philadelphia stranger things the boys the umbrella academy voltron

   games: 

boyfriend to death (1 & 2) (so sorry if yk what that is) genshin impact honkai star rail ikemen vampire ikemen villains mystic messenger project sekai: colorful stage

SHIPS I WILL WRITE/DRAW FOR:

canon character x canon character

oc x canon character

self insert / reader x canon character

oc x oc

self insert x oc

matchups* (yourself or an oc x a character assigned from me!)

  GENRES I WILL WRITE FOR:

smut /NSFT** (**not safe for tumblr)

dark content / dead dove: do not eat

generally toxic content

fluff

angst

yandere + descriptions of gore (if desired)

any AU you can think of 

*MATCHUP RULES:

tell me your name (or what you prefer to go by), age, and sexuality

list at least 5 semi-detailed facts ab yourself /personality traits you possess /whatever you think will help me understand you as a person

tell me your top 3-5 characters from the piece of media you select (this will help me assess your personality also)

matchups will include headcanons and reasons as to why i paired you with the character i did, and a 150-700 word blurb to accompany them

WRITING PRICES:

100–300 words: $5-7+ 350–600 words: $7-10+ 600–1000 words: $10-13+ 1500+ words: $15+  2000+ words: $20+ 3000+ words: $30+ 4000+ words: $40+ 5000+ words: $50+ 6000+ words: $60+ 7000+ words: $85+ 8000+ words: $100+ 9000+ words: $140+ 10k+ words: $170+ etc, etc, etc — the most i am willing to write is up to 20k words.  *initial matchup prices will range from $10–15

   ***these are all base prices, i am willing to negotiate depending on the content of the work.

examples of my writing include: tdbk threesome (10.4k words); “....katsuki!” (3.6k words); LIPSTICK STAINS & MIRRORS (7.7k words)

here, i have examples of my art listed below so you can see for yourself what my styles are like and if you want a piece of art or if you’d rather stick to my writing!!

WHAT I AM WILLING DRAW:

people

animals / furries

some NSFT (softcore stuff mostly)

screencap / official art redraws

OCs

ships

light gore

you!

your pets !

DRAWING PRICES:

sketched head/bust shot — $7+ sketched half-body — $13+ sketched full body — $17+

colored sketch head/bust shot — $15+ colored sketch half body — $20+ colored sketch full body — $30+

painted head/bust shot — $35+ painted half body — $50+ painted full body — $85+

   BACKGROUND PRICES (separate from main drawing prices)

basic color background — $5-10 sketched background — $15–25+ colored sketch background — $20–40+ fully painted/rendered background — $65+

VALID FORMS OF PAYMENT:

cashapp

venmo

paypal

[beowlet]

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Islamophobic or any discrimination against any religion.

Ableist

Support l*li-con/sh*to-con/p*dophilia or incest

Under 17 y/o (I apologize but I dont wanna be interacting with a bunch of children)

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₊˚⊹BYI:

I'm not too sure about the ages of my following, however I will talk about nsfw topics on this blog. Of course this won't be a purely nsfw account but i will post smut content here and there and as someone with a foul mouth and a dirty mind I will definetly make a few jokes too. If you're not comfortable with that do not interact with me. I am open to silly interactions, hit my inbox whenever you please and talk to me (please talk to me) IF WE ARE MUTUALS I WILL BE IN YOUR INBOX POPPING UP W THE MOST RANDOM SHIT

₊˚⊹What I will write:

Spicy scenarios

Smut (now available, yippie...)

Character x reader

Multiple characters for one fanfic (a max number of 5 unless asked to write for a group)

Yanderes (with warnings on the post ofc, I do not condone this type of behaviour nor do I support it. I simply like psychological horror.)

Sensitive topics such as sh/s*icide or r*ape (for comfort reasons, I will not write noncon fanfics.) are okay to request. The post will have the required warnings of course.

I will write platonic and cute shit for young characters, NEVER romantic obviously.

₊˚⊹What I will NOT write:

Any request that has religious or polticial topics will be ignored and deleted.

Non-con. As a victim of sa absloutely not.

Any kind of spicy scenario request with a character below the age of 18.

Incest/stepcest, p*dophilia (does this one even NEED explaining?)

Character x character

₊˚⊹Fandoms im in and will write for

Genshin impact

Obey me (one master to rule them all AND nightbringer)

Love and deep space

Mystic messenger

Ikemen Vampire

Project sekai

Twisted wonderland

Danganronpa

Helluva boss

Hazbing hotel

₊˚⊹REQUEST STATUS: open.

₊˚⊹Masterlist (coming soon)

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[dear-yandere]

tw. blood and blood-sucking.

Darling asked: leo, you promised it wouldn’t hurt. why is there so much blood?

— leonardo da vinci.

it’s rare to catch him off guard, yet you heard a faint gasp leave his lips. hot breath hit your ear as he hurried to pull away, scared of taking too much, scared of hurting you.

“c-cara mia! why didn’t you say something sooner?” he holds his breath without thinking, hands hurrying to apply pressure to the bite marks in your neck. he... he hadn’t realized he’d bitten you more than once, small droplets of blood pooling from each wound. “fanculo!” he hissed curses under his breath and pulled you upright on the bed.

“are you feeling light-headed?” an index finger pressed against your wrist, his skin clammy and cold. “merda... your pulse is a bit weak. it’s been so long since i’ve had blood. dio, sono un pezzo di merda...”

his language was completely lost on you, but worry is universal. you rest a gentle hand on his cheek and force him to look down at you, bearing a forgiving and oddly delirious smile.

“you’re...not mad, cara mia? but--” you hushed him with a little laugh and brush stray hairs from his face, assuring him it’s quite alright. leonardo’s heart swells like a balloon, feeling full and grateful. “alright...but let me patch you up.”

at least the other residents will know who you belong to.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Please... I beg of you... a scenario or headcanons of le Comte showering his darling with gifts, praise, kisses, *anything*-- I am starving out here. 😳 Thanks Banana 💕

♡ Comte de Saint-Germain ♡

Ah, what a lovely day this turned out to be. His sweet darling (y/n) was finally in his embrace, and Comte could not have been happier. The sun had already set long ago but the night was still young for Comte. His gloved hand lightly traced (y/n)'s soft neck, recalling the sweet noises that left her throat not too long ago. It was a mirracle really... How was he this lucky to have someone so sweet by his side? Still though, he made sure to enjoy every second of it.

His senses were entierly filled with (y/n)'s intoxicating scent and he just couldn't get enough. He burried his nose deep in to her soft (h/c) locks as he closed his eyes in content. He heard the (h/c)ette giggle under him, and the Comte couldn't help but to laugh along. It truly has been too long since he held her like this...

Her angelic laughter filled the quiet room as Comte lowered his lips to her cheeks, carefully showering her with kisses. It just felt so right whenever he did this, like (y/n) was made to be his. Her cheeks turned in to that lovely shade of crimson and Comte couldn't help himself but to continue. He once again found himself near his darlings neck, but he had more then enough to drink tonight. He didn't want her to get sick after all!

Comte let out a content sigh as his grip tightened around (y/n). Her hand was burried deep in to his golden locks of hair as she lightly traced her fingers against his scalp. It was a rather comforting feeling, and he really didn't want her to stop anytime soon.

Looking out the window, he noticed that the full moon in the dark sky. Its light cascaded down on the two lovers, and Comte couldn't help but to thank his lucky stars.

He truly was the happiest man on this entire Earth, and he had his (y/n) to thank for that.

[writer-akihiko]

Pacify My Insanity - Yandere!Charles X Reader

A translated piece of an insight into Yandere!Charles mindset. Tagging @yanderepuck since she was waiting for this.

Warnings: General yandere content, unhealthy mindsets, mentions of chaining and biting, violent thoughts, self-deprecating thoughts

It was one of the days that Charles wished he never thought about his actions. He was someone who'd never take a second thought about what he did. He was an executioner. He's not supposed to care a damn about what others thought of him.

But when it comes to you… it's a different page of the story.

He knows how much you despise him in the end. If he weren't a vampire, it'd be the kind of love that kills you from the inside out. He'd hate it, if it weren't for the fact that you for once were being docile and quiet.

He missed the days you'd talk to him so eagerly. You were his beloved, so of course he'd hang onto your every word. He didn't want to miss a single thing you say, even if it were constant insults hurled at him.

When he brought you to the mansion, it was nothing but curses from your mouth. Your previous warm affection that made his heart bloom turned into an embrace that pierced through his very feelings as he tried to make you see that this was the only way to keep such a sacred love of yours together.

He'd play favourites for one day, but sometimes he needed to pull out the poisonous words from his chest once his body was full of it, to prepare it to accept just more of you. More of your agony, more of your joyous expressions, just more of you.

He threw away such words. After all, you weren't in a right state of mind. You didn't understand. You couldn't comprehend his plans to keep you. Why would you deny him? Didn't you say you'd enjoy spending the rest of your life with him?

Didn't you say that you love him?

He could get violent. He could chain you, he could bite you, but he won't if it weren't to feed him. His existence, although it transcends time, his existence was to serve you. You were his true lover and master, and he was yours to keep. So why won't you take what was promised?

What of the promises you gave him then? When he told you of his wish to take you with him to the altar, or his wish to raise all the stray animals that dare meet your eye? What of it then, YN?

It was simply maddening. Not knowing what you wanted at the time. He wanted just a single moment of affection from you to believe that what he did was right. Just once… Just once is enough to pacify his insanity for you.

He didn't want to be violent around you, but your reluctance kept pushing him to the edge. It was those very days he'd lock your room, only to seal himself in a different one to wreck and destroy, physically venting out his frustrations.

He needed to hear your voice again. He needed you to reciprocate his cuddles, his hugs… his kisses. He needed you, but there he was crying in his coat, wondering what did he do to make you into a lifeless husk you were…

He wants to believe that time would heal. Oh, he wants to indeed. His impatience trumps it all in the end, the cycle of anger and agony circling you both, with Charles' voice crying out for your own sealed voice.

When would enough be enough? When would you finally get up and say that you love him again? Charles was there, lying by your bedside, where his very conscious was corrupting his own mind of his faults, silent tears staining your sheets.

He almost snapped at the sensation of warmth reaching to his cheek, swiping away the tear leaving stains on that damning face of man you had to fall for… His jaw tilted, to stare at your eyes, that held no hatred or anger, but it didn't hold any expressions of affection or love either.

The eyes… the same eyes as he met you, the same eyes that gave him pity.

"Charles?"

[ikemenworldlife]

Our Princess - Leonardo x Reader x Comte (N*SFW)

Well, this one was a very awaited story to all of you, now I am finally posting it after creative block and some problems.

Warning: Yandere Behavior, Mind-break, dub-con, confinement, smut

Tagging: @ikemencrossedmyth @otome-writer51 @charlee-bligh @luzda @odissey061 @nanlet @niphredil-14 @ichigoxmochi @otome-od @lostinimaginaryplaces @fetchisnotawordgretchen @diagnosed-by-doyle

The door that leads to your room is always kept closed, but still there is days that you’re allowed to leave there, that is, you would only leave the room to have a dinner with Leonardo and Comte, and even sleep with them in their rooms sometimes so you wouldn’t feel all that alone.

You are their ‘special guest’ as far as you can remember, but still you never felt like a bird locked on its cage. Actually, they were pretty nice to you.

You wake up hearing the tinkle of keys softly shaking as it makes a louder sound when it reaches the door’s lock. You close your eyes in apprehension for not knowing who is opening your door. When it opens, you hear boot steps getting closer to your bed as you try to fake you’re asleep.

Suddenly, you feel him sitting by your side on the bed, gently touching your arm and caressing your right shoulder.

“Good morning.” He says softly to you as his hand touch your cheek. You slowly open your eyes and finally sees Comte right by side, tenderly smiling at you as he kisses your forehead.

“Good morning, Sir” You answer, looking at him with a shy smile. You called Leonardo ‘Master’ and Comte was 'Sir'

“I thought you would greet me in a better way.” He said with a little smirk making your face gain the color of the roses he used to give you everyday.

“I am sorry, sir.” You say in response, getting on your knees still on the bed and kissing him, as he lays down on the bed and placed his hands on your back as you keep on kissing him.

“Look at the two of you. It seems like my little girl needs to be roughly punished for being so lewd.” You hear Leonardo say as he gives a slap on your ass and you moan from shock. Then, Leonardo take you by the neck so the kisses between you and Comte would stop, making you look at him as he looks at you in a malicious way. There was no way to escape from him. Comte could be the kindest between them, but Leo? Oh, Leo was even worse.

As soon as him took you from Comte, Leonardo started to kiss you passionately with his hands on your shoulders as you were reciprocating. His tongue touched, toyed and tasted every single part of your mouth making your feet shiver to the point that you almost lost your control over it.

Comte didn’t stop because of his friend, after Leonardo started to give you all his affection, the French lord on the other hand got you by behind, kissing your neck and making a way to your right shoulder, where you felt his tongue touching your skin for a few seconds followed by a sucking sound. You weren’t scared.

You know what he was doing.

Comte was claiming your skin not only with that mouth but also with those lustful eyes. It was a time since you were so pleased by them.

By instinct, you placed your arms up drove by the pleasure of their kisses. Your moans were also making Leo loose the control as he ripped off your bed dress and his hands followed its way to your underwear, where you were sure that his eyes were shining in lust for your body.

“Should I rip it off too or are you going to be a good girl and undress it for me?” Leo whispered on your ear, making you shiver in response.

“I will do as you wish, Master.” You say, taking your underwear as you suddenly felt Comte’s hands on your wrist slowly going to your breasts.

“Good girl.” He says. Leonardo looks at Comte, already knowing what to do.

“Ma chérie, please lay down on the bed and spread your legs for both of us, okay?” Comte tenderly asked, looking at you with kindness in his eyes.

“Alright Sir.” You do as he asks, not so apprehensive as before.

“Now close your eyes.” Leonardo demands with a smirk that recovered your ruby face, and slowly you obeyed.

You heard them taking the clothes off when you fell one of them coming closer to you. You fell relaxed for a few seconds, only to feel two fingers teasing your clit.

You knew it was part of their ‘game’: If you tell who was the one playing with you, you would receive more affection from them, but if you got it wrong, they would punish you.

As soon as you got wet and the fingering got deeper into your pussy, you felt a smell next to your face and you immediately knew what it was: One of them with his dick ready to break you.

You tried to focus on the fingers. It was rough yet gentle somehow.

“Master, is that you?” You asked, still terrified with the chance to make it wrong, but what you heard was a laugh instead.

“Seriously Cara mia, I couldn’t expect less from you.” Leonardo answered, kissing you as a reward, but you knew it wasn’t the entire reward.

“Ma princess, can you please taste me?” Comte asked. You were with your eyes still closed, but now you knew it was Comte who was by your side.

“May I open my eyes?” You begged trying to sound like an innocent ask.

“Not yet.” Leo’s breaths were now touching every single part of your skin. You felt the cold breath of his on your neck, then on your chest right between your breasts and by the end, a deep, cold and agonizing yet pleasurable breath against the middle of your thighs.

You almost screamed in pleasure wasn’t Comte’s fingers on your lips.

“You’re not allowed to scream yet, ma Chérie.”

Now, Comte guided your head to meet his member, that calmly made its way to your mouth. It was huge, and almost didn’t fit inside there, and deep inside you feared it wouldn’t be comfortable down there.

“Are you afraid ma Chérie?”

His tone was kind, yet devilish somehow, as if he were reading your mind. After tasting him, he took his member of your mouth, and proceeded on kissing you passionately while teasing your breast with his hand.

Now Leonardo was rubbing his length against your clit, making you moan in anticipation. You could hear his diabolic yet sexy smirk as the tip made its way inside you. Hearing Comte also smirk next to your right ear didn’t help that much.

“Open your eyes so you can see what you’re making us do.”

Leonardo demanded, as you slowly obeyed and all you could see was their smirks and, to your shock, a big mirror by the side of the bed that would show you all of the lewd faces you were making for them.

You felt embarrassed, as a small tear fell from your right eye and Comte made you look at him by holding your chin.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like when we treat you like the queen you are?”

You always saw him being kind, but there were times that even his gentle smile would be a mask for his silent anger, and now you were trapped in one of these times.

“Leonardo, I guess we should make her know why we keep her here.”

With that, Comte left your side as his friend started to thrust into your body, making you shiver in response. He was way too big for you to handle.

“No…”

You asked. You didn’t mind them doing this kind of thing to you almost every single day, but you never liked when it was way too rough.

“Hey…” Leonardo called you in a gentle voice.

“Don’t cry Cara Mia.” With that, his thrust got a little lighter, making you more comfortable, as Leonardo lay down over you, gently kissing you.

Now Comte is back, and he is holding a whip, that he places by the side of your bed, making your eyes get wide.

“You know Ma Chérie, that’s what is going to happen if you don’t behave.”

“Stop making our princess so scared.”

With that, Leonardo slowly disconnect from you and in the moment you find yourself on the verge of the tears, he hugs you, placing your head on his chest.

Now you remember, you remember when they met you and told you that they would be nice and would never hurt you or do something bad.

You never got so scared of them, not like this time. Comte looked like to be a gentleman, but the real kind one was Leonardo even though he scared you at first.

When you tried to run away the first time, it was Leonardo who got you right at the entrance, and you thought it would be the death for you, only for him to gently scold you to your room, where he locked you with a sad look on his face.

The second time was way terrifying. Comte was waiting for you at the entrance just like Leonardo at the first time, but he didn’t lead you to your room.

No.

That night, you were forced to share the same bed as him for a whole week.

And poor little you if you even dared to leave it without his consent.

Since then, you were mind-broken by them, who always treated you like a little bird on a cage, It was too scary for you to try to fight back, and after finding the bodies of women’s, you never dared to escape again, feeling that their wish for freedom was way big than their love for their lives.

And somehow, you felt that all those girls were fooled by Comte, just like you…

Honestly, would you really fight back someday?

[mythiica]

Reader x Comte de Saint Germain {IkeVam} - Ichor {Day 4}

Title: Ichor

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Comte de Saint Germain

Genre: soft romance, quickie! (mainly cause the other is long)

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 380 words

Other comments: treat day 4~ 

When you enter Comte’s lab, you can smell the burner set to max as he mixes gold in a metal container. The metal has melted down to create a beautiful golden concoction that sparkles in the lamplight. You have to admit that it looks absolutely beautiful, but you know better than to touch it. 

          He is sitting in the corner of the room, reviewing old and tattered papers – you assume it has something to do with what he is making, so you do not bother him. Instead, you allow yourself to fall into a trance as you watch the swirling gold bubble and boil. 

         Comte calls your name and wraps his arms around your waist before nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. Behind closed doors, he could prove to be very soft and welcoming – something you appreciate, since he avoided showing affection around the other mansion members. “I was going to keep it a secret, but I’m making you a ring…” His voice is soft and warm, but his words send goosebumps down your arms. 

         “A ring?” 

         “Yes.” 

         The air escapes from your lungs and you spin around to kiss him, but your finger hooks on a sharp edge of the table. A prick of pain shoots through your digit, and you look down to see the slightest bit of blood pooling at the surface of your skin. “Ah.. I wasn’t paying attention. I’m sorry.” 

         Comte takes your hand and sucks on your fingertip as to stop the bleeding. “Careful, my love–” Keeping his eyes locked with yours, Comte traces the curve of your hip with his palm as he sways you back and forth to the melody he hums. 

         “Really though, you’re making a ring?” 

         The corners of his lips curl upwards. “Why would I not? I want it to be perfect for you.” 

         Inhaling slowly, you turn back around and press the sides of your finger so that a bead of crimson drops into the gold. “There. We are bound to each other in body and blood–” 

         “And in heart and soul. Those come before the physicality nature of our flesh, no?” Comte laces his digits with yours and places a kiss to your ring finger. “Does this mean you will marry me?” 

[sparklingbluerose]

Masterlist!

Hello hello~ this is where you can navigate my stories & stuff.

💞Fluff

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Twisted Wonderland

💞💀 Dorm Leaders React to Fatui Harbinger!Reader

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💞 Staff x Raiden Shogun!Reader

💞 Staff x Raiden Shogun!Reader Part 2

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Tears of Themis

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Obey Me! Shall We Date?

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Ikemen Vampire

Nothing yet! Request anything you want.

Genshin Impact

💦 Yandere!Fatui Harbingers x Reader

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Free!! Iwatobi Swim Club

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Haikyuu!!

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Hetalia

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From Argonavis

Nothing yet! Request anything you want.

BanG Dream!

Me Simping for Morfonica

SPYxFAMILY

Nothing yet! Request anything you want.

[drawingangel666]

Fandoms you can request for  (18/11/2022)

This is just a post that I want you guys to see, if you want to request anything from any of the next fandoms, feel free to request. I do (x reader) stories, but if you want a ship to be made, you can ask for it.

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In any fandom that the characters are minors, for more ´mature` content I will age them up. (Example: Monster high)

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I’ll keep updating it every now and then.

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Tokyo Revengers

Supernatural

Labyrtinth (Jim Henson's movie)

Until Dawn

Detroit Become Human

Diabolik Lovers

The Office (US)

Cobra Kai

Monster high

Horizon Zero Dawn

Fairy Tail

Encanto

Karate Kid (1984)

Fnaf (any game [not minor characters for any kind of story that includes either smut or romantic scenes]) 

Big Time Rush (TV series and the group) 

Futurama

Lord of the rings

The Outsiders

The breakfast club

The legend of Vox Machina

IT (2017)

TMNT: 2012 and 2014-2016

Harry Potter

The Chronicles of Narnia

Stranger things (maybe)

Akatsuki no yona (Yona Princess of the Dawn)

Hotel Transylvania 

Fear street

BNHA

Free Iwatobi Swim Club

The rise of the guardians

Chilling adventures of Sabrina

Yandere simulator

What we do in the shadows (TV series)

Mystic Messenger

Regular show

Ikemen Vampire

Community

Backstreet boys

Disenchantment

Actors or celebrities (it depends on who, but I can do it)

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Any other fandom out of this ones can be asked, but these ones are the ones I control so if I don’t write something right about a fandom I don’t know anything about I am sorry.

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The rules for requesting are nonexistent, I let you ask for whatever is on your mind regardless of the gender of the reader, the ship you ask for or if there is smut or not

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•°•°•Rules for Requesting•°•°•

For an overview, I do Headcannon's and oneshots. This is a MDNI page. By reading this you consent that you are of the age 18 or higher. All the characters I write for are listed on the masterslist. So, if you don't know go and check it out. :)

Some of the things I write for are:

Obey me, One Master to Rule Them All

Twisted Wonderland

Yugioh (The original only)

Ikemen Vampire

Record of Ragnarok

More will be added as I get comfortable with this app and to the people on this app. I am not a minor myself, so if you message me asking for an nsfw oneshot or headcannon and you are a minor, you will be blocked. I also pretty much only write for Gender neutral and female readers. I have nothing against guys, so please don't assume it's because of that. Not only do I just not know how to write for men, but I'm not going to be one of those women men think are fetishizing them simply because we're trying to add some male content for male readers. Nor will I write ftm for the same purpose. I don't want to be accused, so I therefore refuse to write for it, moving onwards.

I do not and do write for:

I do not write for Incest, Pedophilia, Piss, shit, puke, or noncon.

I will write Nsfw things

I do write for Yandere's

I will write for platonic things <3

Some characters will be extremely ooc, simply because I don't know some of them well.

I will not write for Luke from Obey Me. Personally, I do not like him all to much, please respect my opinion.

I do not write for Character X character. And if it's character x oc, then its probably my oc, Cynder and it's for self indulgement.

I only write for people that are eighteen and up for smut. If they're not 18, everything is platonic.

All of the characters I write for are in the master list! I only write for characters I'm comfortable writing for.

•°•°•Rules for Headcannons•°•°•

You may request up to five characters at once, no more than that. Unless it's for a certain group of people (Dorm Leaders, Demon Brothers, etc.)

This above rule does not include God's (ror) I only do up to six gods in a headcannon.

Please tell me in your request if you want the reader to be gender neutral. If you do not elaborate, female terms will be used.

Don't repeatedly ask and nag about your request. Like everyone else, I have a life and I have mental health issues. Some requests may come in later than usual because of these things.

Be respectful. I'd say I'm quite a nice person, so please don't leave any hate.

•°•°•Rules for Oneshots•°•°•

I only write for a max of one person for one shots unless it's poly.

Once again, tell me if the reader is gender neutral or not.

Some oneshots will take longer than others. The minimum number of words in a one shot will be around 300, the max being 2,000-3,000 words.

Don't ask for a certain number of words. I just write whatever comes to mind, and sometimes it's rather hard writing to a certain word limit that's requested for.

•°•°•Tags I use•°•°•

Lemon replies: When I reply to asks or other posts.

Lemon's favorites: When I reblog a favorited story.

Lemony smut: When I reblog a good smut.

Lemon's worries: When I'm ranting or things I worry of.

Lemon's reblogs: Just reblogs I like.

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More rules will be added as time goes on, most likely. So I'd advice to come check back in once in awhile. Thank you for your time.

I update every 5-8 days.

[dear-yandere]

Darling said: Ah, Comte, you really don’t have to give me such expensive gifts all the time! I appreciate it, but you don’t have to spend so much money on me... Would you want to have some tea together sometime instead? Such things are also precious to me.

— le comte de saint-germain.

how very humble -- he loves that about you, among other things. he’s used to being approached for just his money or looks, but you truly seem to enjoy the company of such an old man; he can tell by the way your eyes twinkle with excitement and your cheeks tint with shy naivete.

“there’s no need to protest: you’re worth every dime and more, ma cherie.” he gestures to the other chair, inviting you to join him for tea now rather than sometime later. “and why not join me now? i was just about to put on a kettle.”

he smiles when you hurriedly tumble into the seat, that adorable blush glazed across your cheeks again. the fact you actively seek out his company is truly a dream come true, and he’d thought he was no longer allowed the luxury of dreaming ...

perhaps fate had been kind to him, for once.

“you’re always welcome to join me. your company alone is precious to me.”

[yandere-romanticaa]

Similarities and differences of how Kenshin and Shakespeare would treat their darlings (example: kisses, gifts, etc)? Gotta give our resident yanderes some love~ 💕💕💕

I don't really know a lot about Shakespeare, but I still think that he and Kenshin have similarities. They are both willing to chain their s/o up for their own selfish and insecure reasons. Kenshin knows just how cruel the world is, how his darling can dissapear in a heartbeat if he ever turns his back on her. He treats her like glass, too scared to touch the thing that he loves the most in this world.

As a vampire, and a rather old one at that, Shakespeare has witnessed many diffirent things. From the most wounderful joy to the saddest drama, the man has seen it all but never in his eteral life did he ever feel such extreme emotions. He and his s/o are star crossed lovers, they simply are not meant to be, and yet he still presses on. He doesn't let go, he can't let go. He feels as though his heart will be ripped out of his chest if his darling ever strays away from him. It's cruel, he's cruel, but he just cannot allow it...

As for their diffirences, I imagine that Shakespeare likes to tease and lightly torment his s/o at times. His thirst for s/o's blood is uncontrolable, unberable even. That sweet, sweet nectar that flows through his darlings veins is a drug to the writer, a drug that can't leave no matter what.

Kenshin on the other hand is terrified by the idea of hurting his s/o. He's only willing to do that only if he must. Kenshin is a man who is willing to burn the entire world to ashes, and all for his darlings safety. If he lost his s/o, Kenshin is unsure if he would be able to live with himself. The guilt would be far too great, but rest assured Kenshin won't allow anyone to hurt his darling, ever.

[writer-akihiko]

Hellish Reality - Yandere!Napoleon X Reader

There is no proper world building to this- Just felt like translating some of my yandere works.

Disclaimer: This is my personal characterisation of Napoleon from IkeVamp as a Yandere. Actual Napoleon would not do this; this is my take on how Napoleon acts as a Yandere.

The Emperor who claimed he was your beloved had you seated across his lap, as he questioned a poor townsman he forced to serve you both after Napoleon so graciously burned his house down.

"Oh... so you tried to poison my beloved huh?"

"To get to me?" He continued.

He threw the poisoned glass on the floor, the shattered shards covered in wine.

"Eat the glass."

The frightened townsman got on all fours, licking up shards and wine. Not a word was uttered against the maniacal ruler sitting on the throne. The mercenaries under his wing kept their heads down, almost as if a bow of acknowledgement to the cruelty of their leader.

"Now chew."

The man hurled over in pain, chortling from the mixture of poisoned wine and glass shards cutting his tongue. You squirmed in your seat, hiding your face away from the horror. Napoleon noticed your squeamish self, signaling the mercenaries to clean up the mess.

He carried you away, covering you in his cape and striding to your shared room. The way he sat you on the bed could fool anyone that you were a loving couple, but you knew better. The charming smile he gave was appropriately accompanied by his fingers caressing your wrists, locking them with the bejewelled shackles he gifted to you after threatening an entire mining town to prepare in exchange for their lives.

"What should you say, YN?"

You could only mutter a meek 'thank you' to Napoleon.

"Yes, what praise you give me... My Empress," He said, peppering kisses along your collarbone, tugging your shackles closer to him. "I'm the only one for you, right? Or do I have to conquer Europe again to prove it?"

You shook your head firmly, your hands pressing against his chest. Your thoughts raced back to the man eating the glass, your body shivering at the thought of the man's agonising screams and the thought of the poison almost reaching your lips…

Napoleon covered your pouting lips with his own, his kiss sending soft flutters through you despite the cruel and harsh man he was to others. "That kiss was a seal of approval, no? I'm so blessed to have such an understanding lover like you, YN… My Empress…"

His kisses trailed to your forehead, whispering his confessions of love to you, "Say you'll share with me…" He sang to you. "One love, one lifetime…"

"Lead me, save me from my solitude~"

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"Past... the point of no return~" He serenaded, the barrels of oil flowing through the streets of Paris. "No turning back now!"

His beloved could only stand and watch the city burn down in horror as the Nightmare of Europe announced himself as a being back from the dead.

"Napoleon!"

It was no use. Locked up inside the tower where you and him first made love, where you confided in each other... Where did it all go wrong?

[ikemenworldlife]

Our Princess - Comte x Reader x Leonardo - Trailer

It will be my first smut for the fandom, I hope all of you like it.

Warning: Smut, Yandere behaviour

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The door that leads to your room is always kept closed, but still there is days that you’re allowed to leave there, that is, you would only leave the room to have a dinner with Leonardo and Comte, and even sleep with them in their rooms sometimes so you wouldn’t feel all that alone.

You are their ‘special guest' as far as you can remember, but still you never felt like a bird locked on its cage. Actually, they were pretty nice to you.

You wake up hearing the tinkle of keys softly shaking as it makes a louder sound when it reaches the door’s lock. You close your eyes in aprehension for not knowing who is opening your door. When it opens, you hear boot steps getting closer to your bed as you try to fake you’re asleep.

Suddenly, you feel him sitting by your side on the bed, gently touching your arm and caressing your right shoulder.

“Good morning.” He says softly to you as his hand touch your cheek. You slowly open your eyes and finally sees Comte right by your side, tenderly smiling at you as he kisses your forehead.

“Good morning.” You answer, looking at him with a shy smile.

“I thought you would greet me in a better way.” He said with a little smirk making your face gain the color of the roses he used to give you everyday.

“I am sorry, sir.” You say in response, getting on your knees still on the bed and kissing him, as he lays down on the bed and placed his hands on your back as you keep on kissing him.

“Look at the two of you. It seems like my little girl needs to be roughly punished for being so lewd.” You hear Leonardo say as he gives a slap on your ass and you moan from shock.

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