#yandere inquisitor

[threepandas]

Bad End: No Question

The republic fell slowly, then all at once. Rot building like a creeping cancer, in all the places the shining lights of luxury did not touch. Festering and untreated, all while I could do nothing to stop it. I knew it was coming, could see the story unfolding, yet? Was powerless to stop it.

No one listened.

Why would they? I was just a naive child, spouting nonsense. After all, they all said, they all believed... the Republic Was Forever.

Until it was not. Until it all died. And from the bleeding, screaming, ruin? The Empire came, swallowing everything whole. Right up to the end. While in my head, I knew how the story would unfold. Had tried and tried, to no avail, helpless and small as only children can be, as the tidal wave finally hit.

Believed, even as they lay dying. Even as I watch as the people cheer, as blood ran thick in the streets, clogging the gutters. The luxurites dead. Both guilty and innocent alike. The boot heels, upon the necks of the poor, no longer. Or so their leaders proclaimed...

Easy scapegoats. Obvious targets. The villians for their narrative, pay no mind to what happens next. The money and power, the land. We are HEROS! For the PEOPLE! You can TRUST US.

Ha.

Of course.

All hail the Emperor. Wealthier then any man has ever been. Truely, we are Free.

Yes, when the revolution came, I wasn't with them, my family. My "proper" social circles. That's probably all that spared me. I would have been hunted down, otherwise. Innocent or not. Can't have any of the old power bases lingering about, after all. People might get the idea to rally. Might miss the Old, when the New loses it's shine. Child or not, we can't have THAT, now can we?

The staff and volunteers of the soup kitchen, hid me with the other children as the adults boarded up the windows and doors. I held a young mother's child, looked her in the terrified eyes and swore, on my life, that I would gaurd her daughter with my life. I remember expecting to raise that child. To never see her again. Not alive.

Remember wondering, how far I could stretch the coin, if I pawned the pretty little bits of jewelry my parents gave me. Assuming they weren't ripped right off me, the second we got out. I had plans to hide them. Begun calculations. So many little mouths to feed. We had to stick together. We MUST stick together.

Then it was over.

My "disgrace" of an uncle came for me. Found me in the near ruins of my "silly little project". He was the one who had wanted to work. Had a stable worker lover everyone knew about but no one talked about. He was covered in bit of hay. Smelled strongly of horses. His lover had grabbed him and dragged him to safety, hidden him, desperately, among the stalls.

Out of our entire House...

An entire House, once noble, now wealthy. Out of HUNDREDS of people? Built over centuries, branches upon branches, marriages and adoptions. Wards and in-laws. Newborns to lovers to elders on their deathbeds? Of them all, so few remained. And yet... I could not even blame the servants who abandoned us. Who turned on their Slave Masters in all but technicality. They had been treated so cruely, for so long.

.....but the children? What crime did they commit?

I stood in the ruins of Manor after Manor, great house after great house, and wondered. Would I let this make me a monster too? Was this anger or grief I felt? Would any of us ever be free, from the sickening rot that had crept so slowly into the hearts of these people? Both, the ones I had called kin, and the very people who killed them. But oh... there were so many bodies to bury. So, so many bodies.

Some of them... so very, terribly, small.

But as we put out embers and buried the dead? The oh so glorious empire was rising. A fat and lumberous beast, settling with already groaning bones into the still smoking pit, where the Republic lay dead. And, benevolently, the Emperor saw no reason to kill us. We were informed by pristine letter, hand delivered, as we stood smoke stained and filthy, among the pyres.

At least... thank the gods. At least my Uncle remembered.

He and I, fellow outcasts and trouble makers, he recalled my "nonsense". How it had very much come true. So he took the Emperor's letter. Smiled benignly, with the bland promise of nothing. And gently corralled us few who remained into the only remaining dining hall, to pour over the letters as a House. A Clan. Together.

He looked to me with haunted eyes... and wanted to know.

I phrased it as a vision. It would be easier to swallow that way. Not unheard of, in legend. Not out of the realm of possibility. Just absurdly, absurdly rare. But... did we not live in world shaking times? It would make sense, it felt, that the gods would at least MENTION such things...

A novel, a lifetime ago. We were hardly the Protagonists. Not related in any way. Dramatics and death would surround them. A dark age followed, supposedly, by light. But... was the real world ever so simple? I didn't know. I could name all the players. What would occur.

It would be up to US to protect ourselves.

And we WOULD need to protect ourselves. For the Empire was not a kind place. Nor fair. It was the rot of the Republic laid bare. Without pretense. And soon... the purges would begin.

I was, of course, right. The people's blood soaked victory soon gave way to dismay, as they became targets. Divided. Conquered. Inquisitors, hand chosen by his most graciousness, the Emperor himself. I held my tounge, kept my piece... and hated it. Undermined what I could. Rebuilt my soup kitchen.

Attended court.

Because, of course, all we loyal subjects MUST attend court. Don't we love our Emperor so? See how we fawn! We simper and bask in his greatness! Oh we hang on your every WORD, most royal Majesty! We are entranced! Loyal, loyal subjects, all. Such decadent parties as the people starve.

Didn't my family perish for such similar actions? But, ah, they deserved it. Of course. And THIS is for MORALE!

I sip wine looted from the Redcrest family's cellars. They were dead now. Were proud of their wines. They made them for centuries. There shall never be more bottles, yet frivolous, we drink them away. What crime did they commit? Their workers? I close my eyes and keep my smile fixed.

A pleasant expression, because everything is Fine. Remember who you fight for, survive for, you are the canary in the mine. If you go silent, they know to run. The longer you live, the more people you can help, you can do this. Remember... sometimes rebellion is refusing to die. Refusing to let them pull hope from your desperate, bleeding, claws.

Just smile.

Everything is Fine! See? We're Smiling!

"Such a lonely seat. Not going to dance? Mingle? One might think you're not having fun." Comes from behind me, the voice an almost silibant rasp, rumbling thunder and the whispered hiss of a blade. If ever there was a voice made for threats and the confession of terrible things, it was this. "But how could that be? Such a loyal servant of his Majesty would never be so divisive and disrespectful. You must surely be ill. So, tell me then, your excuse?"

The only reason I do not jump, and splash on more reminder of tragedy right down my front, in a display I can not afford, is that I freeze up. Jumping would look guilty of something. It would not matter that he walks all but silently. That I did not notice him and was startled. That it is a simple, human, reaction. Why am I so JUMPY? Guilty conscious? Perhaps an Inquisitor and I should... Talk.

And dropping my wine? Making a SCENE? Am I seeking to undermine his Majesty?

That's ON TOP of the fact, that... frankly? My House can not AFFORD to replace a wine stained dress. With his Majesty's demands for constant decadence yet performative humility, his hoarding of wealth and demands of tribute? We are barely scrapping by. Most "graciously spared" survivors are.

Not ALLOWED to become lower class. Disappear into the masses and work or live quiet, modest lives. No. We must PROVE our LOYALTY to his Majesty. Constantly. Forever. Right up until we fail and are punished for it. In a sick game, no one can ever hope to win but him.

We are to continue on, as though he did not burn the world down. Yet in revamped parody of what was. Like a social outcast, holding towns hostage, to play out "high school prom" as the MOST popular kid, forever and ever and always more. Or ELSE. Because he never grew up and never got over it. Because people didn't like him. So he'll MAKE them. Kill them if they refuse.

The fifteenth version of this dress. Lace carefully taken off and redone elsewhere, I cycle through "new dresses" and trade with allies who are about my size. Who could possibly afford to meet the man's mad demands? When we are barely feeding are own? When he has seized our assets yet will not let us work?

We are dying.

Painted in what inherited gold, silks, and jewels remain. Terrified. We are dying.

"Nothing to say? How quiet. One might think you are... afraid. But how could that be? You would know, as a loyal servant of his Majesty, that you have nothing to fear from us. No Inquisitor would harm one of the loyal subjects, of our beloved ruler. You are perfectly safe... that is, of course, assuming... you are, in fact, Loyal."

The near shifting of heavy cloth against heavy cloth, the sigh as it slid against armor, markes a deadly presence behind me. Light, almost silent, steps are nearly lost under the music, as he moves. Circling me like a hunter. I force myself to turn towards him instead of shying away. Claw control back of my instinct frozen limbs, with desperate hands. I cannot, CANNOT afford this.

"Ah, but you are sick. Headache, perhaps? The drink too strong?"

Red eyes bore into me from a silver mask. Infamous claws, on hands that have done so much, are tucked behind his back like gentleman, out on a stroll. Bone white robes, over armored black under robes. Monochromatic, blood red, and silver steel.

The Grand Inquisitor.

"Perhaps you've tired yourself. With all that dancing you did not do. So many questions. So few answers. But then, ah, I've been speaking so rudely, my dear. Talking over you. How has your evening been, hmm? Pleasant, I take it?" His voice was as light and almost charming, as a gentle hand; wrapped delicately around the throat. Not squeezing, not yet, just a simple remind that it could. If he did not like, what you had or were about to say. "Come, sit, I insist."

The smile on my face felt like it was a dam under pressure. Like my teeth could only barely held back the screaming in my head. The mask of my expression, covered in hair line fractures, only just holding together as I nodded. Followed along. Hysterical comparisons to the march before firing squads, danced in the back of my head. I shoved them back. Down and far away. I... I had to be present. Alert.

The chandelier's light caught with terrible beauty, on the brutal points of his claws. As he gestured, almost a mockery of the polite gentleman. He would be one, if not for the unspeakable things he had done. He was certainly polite. His etiquette immaculate.

Social dances. A mockery of comfort. Mock, mock, mock. His mere presence, his brutality, desecrated it all. Made profane the familiar. For who? WHO? Could break bread with the butcher of men? Could smile politely and serve them thoughtful bits of nothing? Treat them as your own? Yet... yet we were all to afraid to resist. To refuse.

Did they delight? Forcing us to welcome them, where they clearly were not wanted? Where we could not refuse them? Perverting the purpose of our traditions and our ways? Was... was it funny? Or just another tool to use against us?

Smile, dip your head, a small curtsy or bow. The guest invited sits first, serve drinks, time appropriate food if you have it. In my head I knew each step. The etiquette of the classes and why each was the way it was. He did not reach for the pitcher on the table. Merely settled back into his chair, like a throne.

Was he deliberately breaking the social norm? To create discomfort and pressure me to talk? Did he not know? His past was shrouded in mystery. Perhaps he simply did not feel like it. Who, here, could insist? Shun him for his rudeness?

I tried not to sweat, under his heavy gaze. Did not partake. Sat, back straight, my gentle mask-like smile fixed, as I stared over his shoulder. A pretty doll. Ragged and worn around the edges. Trying desperately to appear The Good And Loyal Citizen, least something... Unfortunate, happen.

"What a lovely dress." He mused into the tense silence, breaking it to brutal shards. "Yet, I can not help but notice the shade. The cut and design. Madame Signe's work, isn't it? It suits you." Everything inside me went cold. It was. But if he recognized it...

"Yet? I can not help but wonder, my dear. Why the lace is in the wrong place? You wouldn't happen to be trying to pass off that dress as something new, would you? Trying to subvert and undermine his Majesty's very clear command? That would be treasonous. And you, such a loyal subject, would never."

He knew.

I didn't know how much he knew, but he DID.

Struggling not to shake, not to give everything away, I lied. Of course, I did. Right through my teeth. I would, I had, and I promised. Straight to the end. Lie and lie, until I had nothing left in me. I know nothing, I know no one, there is nothing here to find. Lies upon lies, all while those I love flee for their lives. Praying to gods I don't think can even hear me, that it will be enough.

The slight tilt of his head somehow projected a sense of mocking indulgence. One long leg crossed the other, lounging like a warlord. The clawed gauntlets on full, gruesome display. Every part of him, from the set of his shoulders to the angle he sat, radiated amusement. As though he were watching a silly little child, playing foolish little games. Getting into mischief, then trying to hide the obvious evidence.

Was I quite done? His silence seem to say. He can wait.

I tilted my chin up with a strength and defiance I did not feel. Yes, I was done. Let come what may. I... I tried.

"So afraid, dear citizen. Acting as though I'm some sort of monster in the night, out to butcher and hunt the innocent. One might get the wrong impression. You might even hurt my feelings." He laughs, a sound that seems to roll and fall dangerously, past grinning teeth. Sharp and deadly. "But of course... I understand, I do. About your dress. You can not help it."

"After all, you have not changed a bit."

....what?

"Still compelled, against all rhyme and reason, to tend to the wretched under classes. The filth and wastrels. Beggars and whores. Instead of purchasing dresses for parties? You, oh loyal Citizen, are of course, exemplifying his Majesty's great Mercy."

That's not what... He KNOWS it's not... Where is he GOING with this?

"Yes, we must make exceptions, perhaps. Have mercy. After all... you had nothing but the best of intentions. And how can I hold that against you? When you can not help what you are? Soft and foolish. So very merciful and giving. Humane."

He dropped the word like it was a joke. Almost snide, laughter haunting the edges of it like a pack of hunting hounds. As though humanity to others, itself, was laughable. What a joke, he seemed to suggest, the mere concept of mercy. Of compassion for the sake of it.

So, why? What game was he playing? If he had to mercy to give me? Why even suggest...?

"Do you remember, the Revolution? That glorious rise, as the old fell away. As shackles were broken. As class lines no longer bound us. As we, both children, sat in the dark?"

Impossible.

No... no it... please, God, it can't....

The music was very far away. Muted, as though through blankets. Conversations becoming indistinct. Memories of stale air and dust. Packed earth beneath me and cold stone pressing against my back. The terrible, uncertain creek, of cheap woods from both the crates and ceiling above us. Everything that COULD be stacked against the doors, was.

Wondering if we would survive fire. If they, in their anger and hate, would think of it. Oh god, oh god, we were just kids-!

White hair, like bone, forever silent and staring. Never came close but showed up every time I did, they noted. A crush. Local boy, they mused. He was too thin. Bruises where there shouldn't be. Scars on skin too young. He didn't run when I went to him, but never came to me. I tried to feed him. Just one more story. So many tragedies, that I could do so little to change. All I had was soup.

"Ah~ there it is. You recognize me now. It's been so long, hasn't it, my dear?" Something pleased and horrifying, curled like spreading poison through his tone. "I am a man, grown, now. Have become quite accomplished, if I do say so myself. Wealthy, influential, well connected. Powerful. No longer weak and unworthy of your time."

"In fact," He leaned forward, as though telling a secret. Almost playful, despite the horror of his words. "It's my turn to control you. To be the powerful one. To have everything while you have nothing."

"I will admit... I have been waiting for this for a very long time. You were so beautiful. Trapped in you wretched blood bought finery, chained to the House that would keep us apart. I knew even then, that I would have you, that I was the ONLY one that could be allowed to have you. No one else. And oh, his Majesty has been so very, very obliging."

Folded papers were withdrawn from his robes. Offered almost carelessly. If it weren't for the intensity of his stare? I would believe he didn't care, how I reacted. With shaking hands. I smooth the pages as I open it. From the desk of the Emperor himself... a... a marriage contract.

"Exactly as I wanted. You'll never escape me again. Smile, my dear."

"We're getting married."

[cumtastiics]

My birthday is in 2 days! :> What sort of birthday presents would the yans give to the reader?

happy early birthday!! hope u enjoy this ❤️

yan mean ceo - fancy jewelry, and some new clothes.

"your birthday? i don't have the time to spend it with you." sends a personal chef to your house

yan nice ceo - a bouquet of roses with chocolate, gift cards, and a date night to your favorite restaurant.

"it's your birthday! c'mon, no budget all day!" 

yan doctor - a bunch of new clothes, and new electronics.

"i can't be with you all day.. but happy birthday."

yan dilf - new jewelry, perfumes/colognes, with a necklace that has your name engraved on it.

"i hope you like the gifts i got you, my daughter helped me choose them. happy birthday, (y/n)."

yan magician - gives you a bouquet of money instead of roses, with a new necklace.

"happy birthday to my favorite assistant."

yan inquisitor - gets new furniture for your room, and new books for you to read.

"yeah yeah, i get i locked you up in here, but hopefully you'll be less bored."

yan puppy boy - brings you lunch for school for a week, and some gift cards.

"it's not much.. but tell me you like it!"

yan elf prince - holds a party in your name, and lets you do what you want for the day.

"now everyone in the kingdom can celebrate the birthday of my queen."

[imagine-silk]

i feel like varric is a classic platonic yandere.

do NOT fuck with his friends thank you.

》Honestly he's already halfway there. Also I'm gonna use a Adaar non!inquisitor.

》This has been so long in the making I am sorry TTMTT

He does a lot for his friends. He makes sure Merrill is unbothered by paying off people, even going so far as to pay people as pseudo bodyguards. Helped Anders stay hidden underground and stocked. As much as he teased Carver he made sure prices at the shops he went were more affordable, if you catch my drift. And at the Conclave he shut his mouth at the end of the story. The champion of Kirkwall vanished in the wind. Lie by omission.

Something about you though clicked in his head and rang it like a bell ten-fold. He would die for his friends, yes, but he would kill for you.

A Tal-Vashoth mercenary who was stranded. The reason you were working with them was to cover a debt you owed. So when your company died and you were the only survivor you knew they would tax you for it. There was no doubt they would keep you working for the rest of your life, no matter how long or short it may be. But the so-called Inquisition was housing the homeless and faithful. That included you because going back wasn't an option.

Cassandra used you to help detain Varric so when she saw you among the people she sniffed you out as not a refugee. She was going to throw you out but Trevelyan stopped her and offered you shelter in exchange for work.

It's a funny thing, you were the one to seek him out. You almost tripped over him and ended up jumping over him. He was always a sucker for interesting introductions. The next time you were going to apologize for how you treated him in his detainment.

He quickly realized you were seeking him out because he was a constant to you who never ever showed you ill will. That was the slope to madness.

Going out of his way to talk you was received as well as he thought it would, you were basically vibrating in your seat. After a few times of hearing his stories at the pub you realized what he meant when he said he was a liar, but you told him you found it funny.

He heard someone in Haven dragging the 'Mercenary Qunari' through the mud. See as there was a grand total of seven Qunari at Haven he knew who he was talking about. Suddenly they got the worst chores to do, separately.

Other than him you're pretty isolated. All your friends were dead, no family, and the people who wanted you also wanted you as a slave. For some reason that didn't make him want to make you some friends like he did for Merrill. Your time was his.

You making friends was by no means illegal but he would interfere. Maybe he needs you to read the newest chapter of his murder serial. Or somehow they get extra shifts that make them keep moving. He will never pull the 'I need some company' card but if you see him struggling he won't turn away like he would with others.

After Haven goes down he gets more serious in his attempts to help but also to keep you out of the limelight. The more he gets involved in the Inquisitor's inner circle the more he keeps an eye on you. There is nothing you do he doesn't know about, nowhere you get deployed he didn't allow.

At Skyhold you feel like he's the only real person you can go to and he does his best to reinforce that feeling. "Remember; you always got this friend in your corner."

Cole knows about all of this but because you are happy and so is Varric he doesn't interfere. He does say something to Varric about how this friendship feels different to him, more intense, but Varric dismisses it.

If Hawke is saved he introduces you to them and you two hit it off, Varric guiding the conversation as smoothly as it could go. After Hawke will remark to him in private how he seems very invested in you and he doesn't seem to want to go back to Kirkwall like they thought he would. He dismisses it. If Hawke was left in the Fade he is devastated, truly. When you go to console him he allows it to happen and he doesn't try to use this against you even if it would be really easy. He would let this one go unspoiled.

At the end of it all and he goes back to Kirkwall he takes you there. You might think he asked you but there was never any room for you to deny it. Taking down a Qunari quietly wasn't too difficult for a rogue like him. You would have been asleep in ten minutes and onboard in eight. When you get there you are basically confined to his estate. You're not locked in but he tells you not to go certain places and it's most of Kirkwall. You can go to the Hanged Man and everyone in there knows not to try and hassle you in any way. If they do at least twenty people will stop them.

[More when the new game comes out]

[yandere-wishes]

Are there any hot inquesitors in Star wars?? I saw one w/ a bird mask that looked hot but idk about the rest.

[tomorobo-illust]

See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/cutie-bot-tier-100842717

Kanan Jarrus from Star Wars Rebel dressed as an Inquisitor with yandere vibes looking towards us for Patrick reward!

I have never seen Star Wars Rebel nor had any idea what an inquisitor is, but I hope I got the idea of what you wanted!

[littledarknesgold]

Lost in the night

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, Mention of sex, kidnapped.

Perhaps you did not pray hard enough or strongly enough and that is why you ended up here in this cramped, stuffy and at the same time damp cell.

You were not a heretic or one of the rebels, but you were captured by the Angels of the Inquisition and brought here, you were asked many questions, to which you answered meekly, hiding nothing.

You were not told why you were here or how long they would keep you.

The inquisitor's cold gaze pinned you to the spot every time and you didn't dare raise your eyes from the floor.

You preferred not to wonder why the questions became more and more personal each time, and the inquisitor's hand began to rest on your thigh.

You preferred not to remember or ask questions when you were pulled out of your cell and brought to the chambers of the lady Inquisitor.

Perhaps it was not a great price to pay for being well fed and having access to a warm shower and a large apartment in exchange for your mistress having access to your body at any time. Sometimes she was forced to leave for long periods, but each time she returned your body ached for the next week and you hardly got out of bed.

Perhaps you too are doing some work for the God-Emperor, helping one of his loyal servants cope with the strain of her duty.

[yanderes-galore]

Hi! Idk if you're still taking request's but if you're doing it can I ask one about a yandere romantic halo more specifically master chief and the inquisitor (separetly or together like a rivalry youre choice) with a reader immune to the flood, (maybe she was a experiment when she was a child and escaped or just happend to be a discovery) how both covenant and humanity would view her and what they want to do with her and what her yandere would be capable to do for her... It's ok if you ignore it btw I love you're writing 🌸

I never actually knew Thel had another name depending on the country :0 Here's some short ideas about this concept, they aren't OVERLY yandere but I tried with what I was given. Hope you enjoy this! Darling is human.

Yandere Master Chief + The Arbiter with Darling immune to The Flood

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Human experimentation, Violence mentioned, Kidnapping, Isolation, Subtle yandere themes, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Master Chief/John-117

Finding out someone has an immunity to Flood spores is a great development.

Master Chief may have found you by accident, amongst a Flood infection he finds a lone human.

One no doubt traumatized due to what she's seen.

Taking you in he gets you checked out by professionals in a quarantined area.

Only to find out there's no spores in you at all.

You're an anomaly, the only known case of a human or any creature being immune to The Flood.

Even AI are corrupted by the sentient pestilence.

John no doubt sees you as valuable and useful.

Although it uneases him when scientists and doctors wish to do tests on your blood and flesh.

John may be the only one you can turn to.

He saved you... he even asks about you often.

It's strange to every other human to see the Master Chief so upset over a civilian.

Yet John cares for you, to a degree even he doesn't fully understand due to him unable to comprehend romance all that much.

He just feels like he has to protect you...

Not only are you a key to fending off The Flood, but John would hate to have you affected anymore than this.

Your mental state is already failing, while John is mostly numb to this kind of thing...

Part of him finds some pity for you due to him caring about you.

Eventually when tests are done on you and samples are taken, you're sent somewhere safe to watch your mental state.

John begins to show overprotective behavior around you.

Cortana even expresses interest/concern when John keeps asking to check on you.

Cortana even senses John's hostility towards those who work on you.

John may not see you often... but he is an important figure in your life now.

He may not know how to show affection, but he allows you to hug him.

In fact... soon he gets used to the sudden display of affection.

John has a very basic view of love.

Nothing overly intimate... he just knows he has an extreme amount of care towards you.

Your immunity can help many....

Cortana has to bring rational thought back to John at times, the Spartan always thinking about you.

John doesn't plan on letting anyone hurt you... no matter what it takes...

No humans, no Covenant, and especially not The Flood...

The Arbiter/Thel 'Vadam

This is an interesting case as we're talking about Halo 2/3 Arbiter.

Thel doesn't expect to find anyone immune to the parasite.

Even the Forerunners were not immune.

So when he hears rumors of the humans having someone who has immunity... he's skeptical.

Yet when he does find you and takes you in as essentially a hostage... he notices it.

He sees there's no sign of infection, that even when fellow Sangheili convert... Infection Forms seems to be unable to touch you.

It fascinates Thel, making him want to know more.

Let's say for this it's somewhat during the Great Schism.

Thel originally wants to tell The Prophets about you.

But as he travels with you... he begins to worry about what they'll do to you.

You're immune to The Flood... but you're human.

They could easily disect you and try to make a cure out of you.

Thel dreads the thought, ironic since he and his group are holding you hostage.

Despite such a situation... Thel still treats you with decent respect.

You may be human... but you are an important asset due to your immunity.

Thel takes time to get to know you and keeps you hidden.

Other Sangheili question his intentions, but Thel simply says you can be useful.

Thel is also overly protective of you, similar to Chief.

Eventually, when he trusts you enough and learns of The Prophet's lies, he may even be possessive towards you.

Thel hasn't had thoughts like this towards anyone, let alone a human.

He definitely apologizes for taking you hostage... but he hopes now when he teams with Chief you can be allies at the very least.

Thel and Chief understand that you are important for both of their species to survive.

So you must be protected.

Perhaps Thel even keeps contact with you during Halo 3's events.

Many human researchers look after you, Thel knows that's for the best.

Yet he often visits you, despite what human doctors and scientists say.

He makes sure you aren't hurt and even gets a bit irritated if you are away for too long.

It takes so much effort to separate him from you.

Thel takes time to come to terms with his obsession.

He isn't sure how to deal with romantic feelings towards a human.

But he adapts... and vows to protect you with his life.

Regardless on if you'll see him the same or not.

Perhaps even showing signs of courting, keeping a close eye on you all the time.

He's lost many men in battle... especially to The Flood... but you're special in many ways to him...

He refuses to lose you to anything, his most precious partner (and possible mate).

[kit-williams]

Skyfall

tw: stalking, obsession, male yandere

She slipped her mask back on as she entered the bustling hive for the first time in her life. She sucked in her breath as she immediately started to text her "benefactor" though he acted like a close friend to her at this point as she knew him for so long.

Vixen: I'm going to die here. Zookeeper: No you're not. Zookeeper: Not while I'm watching over you Vixen.

She didn't know why she needed to be here of all places. So far her clients hadn't needed her to leave her planet but her keeper needed her to move. Things were moving in the background that she couldn't see but her friend had always had her back. He was there from day one since she dove into the underbelly of reality. She could see the unseen hand that pulled on normal people's lives and she originally wanted to be a hero... until the Inquisition found out about her.

It was when she was assigned Keeper. Or rather keeper unveiled that he was working for said Inquisitor that she had accidentally found. So he vouched for her.

Vixen: So is this when you're going to confess your love for me keeper? <3 Zookeeper: Har har darling you're cute but not that cute. Vixen: OOF right between my ribs. Zookeeper: You use the lock I sent you on all your bags and pockets? Vixen: *Attached is a picture of her bags and pockets* Zookeeper: Good girl. Vixen: <3 Of course. And how can you not find me cute? Zookeeper: I gave you that mask for a reason Vixen: I'm crying for real, right now. Vixen: So heartless

She smiled under her mask as she continued through the sea of people holding her bag tightly as she heads to the inn that keeper had paid for in advance. She knew she wasn't the only animal here... afterall he was called zookeeper for a reason.

Zookeeper: Awww you know I was teasing right? Vixen: So when are you going to tell me you're some dirty old Magos just flirting with me? Zookeeper: Would you care if I was? Vixen: Are you hot? Zookeeper: What if I was just rich? Vixen: Hmmmm will the sex be good? Zookeeper: I could get you any toy you want my little vixen. Vixen: I'll think about it.

She rolled her eyes heading inside to the inn and checking in as she went to the dingy room. Vixen took off her mask for a moment to run her fingers through her hair as she felt uncomfortable about working for the Inquisition but she was doing good... protecting the Imperium from the Great Enemy whoever that was.

Vixen: I might go get a drink. Zookeeper: no you wont Vixen: Okay Lord Buzzkillington Zookeeper: >_> Zookeeper: Really? Vixen: Okay better response. Why can't I get a singular drink? Zookeeper: I have to come visit tonight to leave off a packet of information. So I need you to take that sleeping pill Vixen: Oh I should wear something nice <3 Zookeeper: How about nothing at all? Vixen: I want a date first if you get to see my tits. Zookeeper: fine wear those cute night shorts... the green ones Vixen:... should I be concerned that you know what clothes I brought with me? Zookeeper: It's my job to know dear Vixen: yes and you want me to drug myself Zookeeper: Oh please if I wanted you I could list all the times I could have taken you Vixen: please dont Zookeeper: then behave Zookeeper: play your Abhuman crossing game

She pulled out the game pad as Vixen played her games like Abhuman Crossing and others until keeper told her to take the pill and go to bed. She wished him a good night after changing into her night clothes and took that pill. Sleep didn't take long to hit her.

Vixen was fully out like a light when her keeper came to visit... she didn't feel the way his fingers moved up her left calf and danced up the back of her leg reaching the swell of her ass. The appreciative hum as he kissed her shoulder and the shell of her ear. "Hello Vixen." He says softly feeling her hair against his face he shivers, "Soon my dear... soon." He says before leaving what he came to give her not before taking a trophy from her bag.

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Zookeeper: Just get the avian burger Vixen: Why? Zookeeper: Its yummy Vixen: Have you eaten here? Zookeeper: yes. Secret love of mine

She paid the thrones as she sat down lifting her mask up eating the burger and just looking over the innocuous message that keeper had left her last night. She was meeting up with another animal under the keepers care but all that 'Collie' was doing was leading her to where she needed to collect something.

Vixen: Why me... Zookeeper: What do you mean dear? Vixen: Why me? What made me stand out? Zookeeper: Your skill Vixen: hey keeper Zookeeper: yes Vixen? Vixen: Would you tell me your name?

There was a quiet between the two of them as she waited. Vixen found out a hive wasn't so glamorous and perhaps her parents were right... to be thankful when her great great great grandparents had earned enough to leave the hive they lived on. It was dirty it was dangerous... she watched a man get mugged before some ganger just seemed to come out of nowhere and do some weird justice.

Collie was dressed up in a weird outfit and strange colors as Vixen followed them down into the lower hive. She was thankful of the complex mask that she wore as it made it bearable to breathe. Collie fully embraced their motif. As Vixen watched all the fur on them sway they wore a thick collar of it that draped over their shoulders and down their chest made of dirty white fur and golden browns. Vixen couldn't tell what gender they were but it didn't matter.

"In there. I'll be here to take you back up when you're done." Their androgenous voice spoke as Vixen nodded and went inside the small building.

It was nearly claustrophobic with the amount of papers lying around and the large cabinets but she remembers keeper's instructions and continued to the back room. The first thing vixen noticed on a side table was a sizeable tabletop miniature fully painted of a hydra.

Vixen: Keeper I'm here Vixen: Keeper?

She waited a few moments getting closer to the hydra but the drawer of the table it was on was open slightly and she saw a picture. Of her? She pulled it open and the door locked but she didn't care as it was full of dozens and dozens of pictures of her ever since she stepped foot on the hive.

Vixen: KEEPER! WHAT IS GOING ON

Her mask 'rang' and normally she wouldn't answer it as no one was to know what the communication 'number' was but she wasn't given the luxury to not answer as it answered for her.

"Hello, my little Vixen." A deep and distorted voice spoke to her.

"Who the fuck is this?!" She swallowed trying to keep her calm.

"Language sweetheart. Now your little Keeper didn't tell me you were something... divine. Do you like the hydra? You can take it since this room is most likely going up in flames after you leave."

"Are we not going to talk about the pictures?" She asked softly.

"No. I had to find out who is going to be knowing about this. Just a few pictures." The voice says sounding far too pleased, "I kept the best ones though... I doubt I would ever get tired of taking pictures of you. What do you say Vixen? After this you just let me watch you let me take my pictures..."

"Ugh you creep."

"Awww Vixen... fine. The information you want is on the table," He says as she looks around for a camera before going over to the table and looking at all the files. Vixen swallows as she sees several with the label of the Inquisition on them, "These are all the things you wanted to know Vixen. Aren't I nice? Think of me as the voice that keeper couldn't use."

Vixen looks up at the ceiling, "Are you keeper?" She says but the pause is uncomfortably long.

"No." He finally says but the pause told Vixen what was left unsaid. Either this is a persona he has put on... or this is the painful reality of who keeper is. "Look at the files some of what you need to decode what I am giving you is in them."

She opened the files and desperately looked through half censored items just feeling sweat gather on her brow. Vixen recognized some of what was in these files as things she had done. She found what she needed highlighted in teal as she continued on and on forgetting that Collie was outside. She was diving deeper and deeper into the Inquisitions dirty laundry... well the laundry of the Inquisitor she had brushed up with.

The final folder she opened up and Vixen screamed running to the other side of the room. "NO NO NO I'M NOT TOUCHING THAT LET ME OUT! OH BY THE THRONE LET ME OUT!" She screamed and desperately tried to open the door.

"Keep reading Vixen." Her on call voyeur demanded, "You have to realize what has been going on!"

"I WANT TO BE IGNORANT!"

"And let the Imperium crumble under the weight of THAT?! Vixen listen to yourself!" He snarled into her ear as she turned around with trembling legs and forced herself back over to the table.

He was right in a weird way... she didn't stop when she saw the banner of the Inquisition flash on her screen because she was trying to be a hero. She looked down at pict of two people meeting... faced blurred but that damned 8 pointed star haunted her nightmares. They were flirting with Chaos... Vixen read and read and read about secret deals... about the amount of lives that were happily traded over to them to give the Imperium what? No it wasn't even benefiting the Imperium... it was only benefiting the Inquisitor. She pulled out that last damned page.

"Vixen... my sweet little Vixen don't cry." He cooed to her as her shoulders shook and she held the pages close to her chest just feeling disgusted because of what she did... people died probably horrifying deaths. "Take the hydra with you... I made it for you."

She sniffles loudly ignoring the drawer full of pictures of her and looking at the blue, teal, and green hydra. "It's lovely." She said as she put it and the papers in her backpack.

"Yes my dear. Now I'm going to tell you something before I set this all ablaze. If he tells you his name... don't trust what it is."

"What's your name then?" She asks.

"You'll find out soon enough. I will see you soon enough Vixen. Please take care." He says with such fondness before the stops the connection and when she leaves the room the door locks back up and Vixen rushes back to Collie.

Zookeeper: Vixen? Vixen: Hey Zookeeper: Are you alright.

Vixen wondered if this was just a ploy but she still wanted to live in ignorance.

Vixen: Yeah. Will you tell me your name? Zookeeper: It's Alpharius Vixen: Alphy! Alpharius: And you wonder why I didn't want to tell you my name Alpharius: Alright head back to your room. There's a machine there hooked up and ready to go once you're done with the cypher just type it into the location and the rest will be taken care of Vixen: Okie dokie Alphy Alpharius:*Sighs* Has me telling you my name cheered you up? Vixen: Immensly Vixen: *Immensely Alpharius: Good enough for me

She did as she was told wishing Collie good luck as they only replied with a wave before heading back down to the lower hive. Vixen wouldn't hear about the explosion that happened from a room in an abandoned building catching fire she was far too busy just trying to figure out this cypher. Vixen stayed locked in that inn room for days letting keeper or Alpharius order her food.

Five days of trying to break this cypher.

Vixen: I've finally got it. Alpharius: Do not type it here. Just type it in the terminal I gave you and then wait for my instructions. A lot is going to happen in a short amount of time and I am making sure you stay alive.

Vixen knew he was serious given he texted a lot in short sentences but when he was verbose? She was trained to listen.

She looked down at the cogitator waiting for her input and she typed the code... Omegon

[cumtastiics]

what do your yans smell like? (like what colognes if any would they use, are they stinky, etc.)

yan mean ceo - wears a deep musky scent of cologne everyday.

yan nice ceo - something woody or earth like, with hints of citrus.

yan doctor - he smells like clorox wipes. no way around it.

yan dilf - similar to yan mean ceo, he has a musky scent of cologne, but it's a bit lighter and easier to handle.

yan magician - something citrus-like, or fruity in general.

yan inquisitor - no cologne! he smells fine. probably will shower more if you say he stinks however.

yan puppy boy - no cologne! smells good regardless.

yan elf prince - something like flowers, but not very sweet.

want more? send a request.

[throwaway-yandere]

People who hasn't read at least one fic here pls don't vote and continue scrolling. In some of my favorite readers (not the yandere, the reader).

Links to the fics utc

Soldier Poet King (Childe, Thoma, Diluc)

OCMC (Inquisitor Cyno, Underboss Alhaitham, Informant Tighnari)

Flawless (Scara, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Kazuha)

I Got Reincarnated As A Server In An Otome Game (Duke Diluc)

Vision Qualifications (Alhaitham, there's a P2)

Hysteric Humanoid (Mostly Dain, but a SAGAU creator spin where the reader actually succeeds in hiding their identity for years to the point they gaslit themselves lol)

Classical Conditioning (Dottore)

If You Truly Loved Me You Should Be Dead (John Wick!Dain)

10:10 (The most mindphck silent hill fic I've done lmao. Oh, and it's Gepard)

The Owner Who Broke The Leash (Makima!Ayato)

Misaligned Strings (Not yandere cuz Jing Yuan deserves the happiness)

[marvelstars]

ObiWan Show(late review)

I agree with many of the critics that said the quality of the show wasn´t the best but I believe they made it a bigger issue than it really is, yes part of it was the lighting because some scenes are just too dark to tell for sure what the characters are doing but it isn´t the worst I have seen.

I personally don´t think it was a bad show it had some good scenes, I liked seeing Obi-Wan´s emotional crisis and seeing Anakin´s ghost or the clone soldiers, those were very heartfelt scenes, I especially liked Leia and the Organa family, especially the suggestion that Leia´s adoption wasn´t something naturally accepted by the Organa family which makes sense given they are an hereditary royal family who are in charge of whole planet, I would have liked to see Leia deal with more of this kind of tension.

I didn´t like Reva as a character in the sense that I didn´t like her personally but she and her story made a lot of sense, I liked the suggestion that Vader knew all along about her and trained her with the other inquisitors just waiting for her to do her move on him. It makes sense for both of them given Vader does understand personal vendettas agaisn´t him especially her being a survivor youngling of the temple, that will not stop Vader because at this point he believes his work in the galaxy and the Empire are neccesary but he understands her motives and yet if she was able to survive their duel to go to Tatooine to try to kill Luke, this means Vader let her live, not sure if this was the writers intention or a problem of continuity.

Which leads me to the issues I had with the story are mainly because they break continuity or don´t make sense for the characters:

Why would Vader leave Obi-Wan alive after he got him in the fire, the only answer I can get is that Obi-Wan needs to survive to be on ANH but I am a sentimental Anakin fan so my take is that he let him go out of sentiment.

Why would Vader attack a whole village just looking for Obi-Wan?, yes I know fandom has this yandere image of Vader because of Anakin but this isn´t some random fanfic or fanart or fan animation this is a proffesional show and this move doesn´t make sense for Vader.

Vader isn´t an overly emotional character, given the many years he spend connected to machines this has given him a different psycology in which he sees things and events very matter of fact even when he is furious, when he kills he is overly clinical and cold about it and usually has a purpose be it his perception of a failure(ESB) in his men, rebels getting in the way in fragant attack on the Empire(Rogue One/ANH) and even in those cases he took prisoners(ANH), protection of the Emperor(ROTJ) or self defense(ESB,ROTJ,SWR). Vader killing villagers out of nowhere and just he can do it acomplishes nothing, it made him look like a monster acting in a choreographed show made to scare away tourists instead of a believable character and moment in the story.

Why would Bail Organa leave essential information about Leia and Luke for anyone to find out about when he is supposed to be a founder of the rebel alliance and knows how to be a spy in the Senate since he teached Leia how to do exactly that?. I see how this helped advance the plot for Reva´s character arc but it didn´t made sense for Bail´s character.

Why would Obi-Wan leave Vader alive if he had the oppotunity to kill him only to leave that duty to Luke, Anakin´s own Son, it isn´t a good look for Obi-Wan to leave the matter of killing Vader to his Son for some nebulous reason, this actually makes him look cruel and it breaks continuity because if he was able to do that then there is not reason for him and Yoda to keep being in hidding for another 10 years if they can team up to kill both Vader and the Emperor. This is why in the original story they no longer were able to defeat them and that´s why they needed Luke and Leia´s help.

So in short I liked the show, some scenes like Vader´s and ObiWan final duel were hearfelt and very well done but I didn´t like the fact they bassically did copy and paste of Vader´s confrontation with Ahsoka, except for the part of "I am not your failure Obi-Wan" but as a whole I believe it could have been written better to make the story work in continuity with the prequels and the original trilogy.

I would be in favor of a new edition of the show in which they correct those mistakes, yes I am also waiting for frogs to rain but well, those are my two cents about this show :D

[trender-official]

Rules + Fandoms

I will write for:

-Dragon Age (obviously): Any romancable character for any game and Varric

-Cyberpunk 2077: Romancable companions + Johnny and Takemura

-Fallout New Vegas, Four, and the show: Boone, Arcade, Raul, Cassidy, Veronica, Joshua, Danes, Deacon, Hancock, Piper, Preston, Codsworth(platonically… ya hoes), Cooper(2070s and later), Maximus, Norm, Lucy

-Pillars of Eternity One (haven’t finished the second): Edér, Aloth, Kana Rua, Sagani, Durance? if u want??, Islemyr, Hiravias, Pallegina, Maneha(only women romantically), Devil of Caroc

-Baldur’s Gate Three (still playing old ones): All romancables + Jaheira

-Horror: Michael Myers, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Brahms, Thomas Hewitt

-Supernatural: Dean, Sam, Crowley, Castiel, Gabriel, Michael, Rowena, Charlie

-Mass Effect: Romancable characters + Wrex

-Ocs: Ninsun, Helgi, Vígdís(will be posting them later)

-Far Cry Three, Four, Five: Joseph, John, Jacob, Faith, Vaas, Pagan Min

-Lord of the Rings: Frodo, Boromir, Faramir, Aragorn, Legolas, Sam, Gimli, Pippin, Merry

-Overwatch: P much the whole cast

-Dbd: Most killers and surviors(keep in mind i haven’t played in a long time)

-Arcane: Cait, Vi, Jayce, Mel, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Vander, Ekko

Rules:

-I will write dark fics but nothing genuinely disgusting

-If you don’t see a character for a fandom, just send the ask! Ill probably still respond and probably just forgot.

-I have the right to deny any request! If I say no please don’t keep sending it.

-Yandere is fine with me!

-May take up to a week to respond, depends on how busy I am

-I will not change canonically queer identities, but I will write queer pairings for straight characters!

-This will be updated as I consume more media! I’ll update yall when I change it :)

-I will write x reader and cxc! Just send the ship and I’ll let you know :)

-I sometimes may use my inquisitor/tav/hawke/ u get the idea for a fic. If you request reader I won’t!

[devilry-revelry]

My Masterlist

Original writing, fanfiction, drabbles, and abandoned works. I have no writing schedule because feeling forced to write isn't for me. Feel free to make requests, and I will write to the prompt if/when I'm inspired.

NSFW Works are notated. (Minors leave them alone)

The Ghouls/Fallout only side blog: ghoul-foolery

Original Writing

Haunting - Male Demon x Female Human (NSFW) (Rewrite) Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 (NSFW)

Haunting (Original) - Male Demon x Female Human (Spicy) Haunting (Original, Bad Ending) - Male Demon x Female Human (Spicy)

Summoning - Male Demon x Female Human (NSFW) Part 1 || Part 2 (NSFW)

Heart & Home - Male Ghost x Female Human (NSFW) (Rewrite) Part 1 || Part 2 (NSFW)

Emergence Day Universe

To Keep - Obsessive Male Werewolf x Female Human (NSFW) Part 1 (NSFW)

Untitled - Male Orc x Female Human Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 (NSFW)

Fanfiction

Dragon Age: Inquisition

Yandere!The Iron Bull x GN!Inquisitor

Fallout 4

Debauchery | Hancock x Female Sole Survivor

After Nora | Hancock x Female Sole Survivor

[shiyorin]

The Inquisitor knows about yandere astartes, it won't end well

Inquisitor [REDACTED] report on yandere Astartes (????)

+++ CLASSIFICATION: [LOCK]

+++ CLEARANCE: Obsidian

+++ ENCRYPTION: [LOCK]

+++ DATE: 327.M38

+++ AUTHOR: Inquisitor [REDACTED], Ordo Malleus 

+++ SUBJECT: INVESTIGATION INTO SUSPECTED GENEFLAW AFFECTING ADEPTUS ASTARTES SUBJECTS ACROSS ALL CHAPTERS AND FOUNDINGS

+++ EYES ONLY HIGHEST TRANCHESINQUISITORIAL CASE FILE [EXCISED]

Summary of Findings:

Initial reports of this suspected "Geneflaw" first reached my conclave several terran years ago. Astartes assets deployed to war zones began exhibiting highly erratic behaviors and perverse compulsions unbecoming of the Emperor's finest warriors.

Behavioral divergences included:

Unnatural emotional outbursts and loss of emotional mastery

Uncontrollable sexual urges and deviant acts

Possessive, clingy behaviors violating sacred chains of command

Irrational self-destructive and anti-imperial actions driven by object fixations

At first, these cases seemed sporadic and isolated across different Chapters. However, as more deplorable incidents piled up, a clear pattern emerged. Something grievous had gone wrong on a fundamental level.

Excerpted examples of documented cases:

[REDACTED] - BLOOD ANGELS CHAPTER Audio log of Sanguinary Priest [REDACTED]

"Some dark curse has been visited upon our Chapter. A growing number of my battle-brothers have become… afflicted with wanton hungers. No mere physical needs, but all-consuming fixations on certain mortals within our care."

"They will stop at nothing to "claim" these individuals for themselves, body and soul. Any attempt at intervention results in unthinkable acts of disobedience and violence…"

[SAMPLE ENDS]

[REDACTED] - BLACK TEMPLARS CHAPTER Thought downloading from captured Chaplain [REDACTED] upon interrogation

"The time for restraint is at an end. I can bear this throbbing in my soul no longer! She must know the depth of my unfettered desire, the fever pitch of my infatuation. If she does not return these longings, I shall shatter worlds until the God-Emperor take pity!"

*Interrogator's Note: [NEUTRALIZE]

[REDACTED] - EXCORIATOR CHAPTER Recorded pict-captures from helm-cams during incursion on [REDACTED]

-Extreme Battlefield Fraternization between crusaders and human auxiliaries -Acts of exhibitionism and self-mutilation by crusaders -Systematic execution of any battle-brother expressing disgust at above actions -Final pict: [REDACTED]

The list of astartes goes on. Worse, there appear to be no patterns in age, founding, homeworld or even primarch genealogy. These repulsive behaviors are emerging across every Adeptus Astartes chapter at random. The Imperium teeters on the brink of an catastrophic, gene-coded crisis.

Research into potential countermeasures and remedies continues. However, my conclusions thus far firmly advocate an extreme response to contain this threat.

RECOMMENDED ACTIONS:

1) Immediate executions for any Astartes subject exhibiting Geneflawed behaviors. No exceptions.

2) Full and systematic extinction-level viral bombings against all potentially compromised Chapters and fleets.

3) Pre-emptive destruction of all Astartes gene-seed repositories, along with any Adeptus Mechanicus factions and forge worlds implicating in its creation or study.

Only through the complete erasure of this genetic stock can the essence of the Adeptus Astartes be preserved for the inevitable darkness yet to come.

The Emperor's work must be done, no matter how abominable the means required.

I await your tribunal's final judgment on this matter.

Thought for the Day: "There is nothing to be gained through mercy, only fleeting weakness and eventual damnation."

-Inquisitor [REDACTED]

[lovesick-boys-club]

Большой список с яндере-асмр'ами.

АСМР собрала в основном на английском, так что, если на слух понимаете, то можете послушать с кайфом. Если же нет: некоторые аудио записаны по сценариям, текст которых можно найти в инете+в ютубе можно подрубить сабы.

Список состоит из двух частей: в первой — аудио (soundgasm), во второй — видео (youtube).

В будущем *наверное* список буду пополнять. И нужно сказать, что я находила контента куда больше, но добавила лишь то, что мне самой понравилось. да, мне нужен врач

Предупреждение: почти все аудио 18+, видео без рейтинга.

п.с. как-нибудь сделаю отдельный пост с японскими CD-драмами (я в них лучше плаваю, лол)

I. AUDIO

1 | Hades is in love with you -> у этого куна советую послушать и другое (красиво говорит по-французски в некоторых аудио)

2 | The Dominant Yandere -> у этого куна советую послушать ВООБЩЕ ВСЕ (у него ахуенный британский акцент 😩)

3 | Forget Me Not -> у этого куна много яндерного, зацените (у него тоже классный британский акцент)

4 | Your Biggest Fan

5 | Taste What we Did Together

6 | Loving Boyfriend Gets Possessive And Tricks You Into Giving Him Your Attention!

7 | No Escaping Your Imaginary Childhood Friend / Your Imaginary Childhood Friend Loves You Still

8 | Happy Valentine's Day (британский акцент)

9 | Making You Understand Who You Belong To

10 | The Cabin in the Woods

11 | Your Possessive Ex-Boyfriend pays your a visit

12 | Your Abusive Ex-Husband Wants His Family Back / Caught trying to escape / Taking Back My Wife to Start Again

13 | You Wouldn't Dare

14 | You drive me crazy in the best possible way

15 | Ich weiß alles über dich (немецкий, скрипт)

16 | Lie Down With Your Italian Boyfriend (итальянский, без скрипта)

17 | You're Stuck With Me

18 | Possesive in two languages (английский&испанский)

19 | Magic Treehouse

20 | Please, you have to be my mommy! (ученик)

21 | Your coworker isn't as nice as he seems

22 | 9S - Androids Were Made to Serve Humans (андроид)

23 | Your Savior / Your Savior Part II

24 | My Trophy

25 | Want to Play Hide and Seek?

26 | Safety First

27 | Can We Forget It Ever Happened? (не совсем яндере, но у него такой русский акцент...)

28 | Just Lie to Me

29 | Teaching the missus (шотландский акцент — это когда ты вроде понимаешь, но как будто нихуя не понимаешь лол)

30 | Love in the Dark

31 | Cuddle Me / Cuddle Me - Part 2 (я хз, австралийский акцент это оч смешно)

32 | The Riddler is Your Number One Fan! / Extended Soundtrack (загадочник 🥴/DC)

33 | Keeping you after class (учитель)

34 | Smut Wars - Episode I / Smut Wars - Episode II: Interrogated by a Possessive Sith Inquisitor (в первой части нет яндере, но это типа история, поэтому я две пихаю/звездные войны)

35 | Welcome Home my Little Christmas Tree (инцест)

36 | Those other boys can't see you like this!

37 | Yandere-next-door gets you (cum)drunk on his cock(tail)

38 | At World’s End (на космическом корабле 👀)

39 | Safe at Last

40 | Trying to Break up With Your Yandere BF / Reworked

41 | Greed

42 | Yandere Boyfriend Pins You Down

43 | Tender Yandere Boyfriend Shows You Just How Beautiful You Are

44 | Ignoring Your Boyfriend’s Post-it Notes

45 | Yandere Stalker Gives You a Call

46 | Dein Gamer-Buddy will mehr (немецкий, скрипт)

47 | Boyfriend Is Secretly Brainwashing You

48 | Your Obsessed Stalker Finally Claims and Breeds You

49 | Your stalker finally meets you

50 | I'm Not Crazy, I Just Love You

51 | What will it take for you to love me?

52 | Property

53 | Unlike Your Career, I Can Love You Back

54 | You're MY Valentine

55 | My Fragile Little Doll

56 | And I Know You Wouldn't Leave

57 | The one you were meant to love

58 | No one like you

59 | Crosswalk

60 | Harsh, Jealous Love

61 | Now And Forever

62 | "No more backing out last minute, baby. Tonight's the night you get pregnant."

63 | dehydration

64 | I will take care of you

65 | Misremembering

66 | The Least Bad Option (The Better Option)

67 | You were meant to be mine.

68 | cousin wants you all to himself (шотландский акцент, инцест)

69 | Shhh, go back to sleep my dear

70 | Pain Pet

71 | A Yandere Roommate Finally Gets Your Hints

72 | Mind, Body, and Soul

73 | Open The Box

74 | your yandere obsessive ex-boyfriend stalks you and breeds you in an alley

75 | Day Twenty-Nine (сюжет оч прикольный, австралийский акцент)

не хватает только доктора :((((

У меня не влезли некоторые аудио, поэтому продолжаю вести список тут.

Можете поискать сами, возможно, что-нибудь классное лично для себя найдете: тут, тут и тут (гуглить yandere, obsessive, possessive, protective, jealous и производные).

II. VIDEO

Признаться, я на ютубе только ради:

-> французский

-> итальянский (не совсем яндере, но, если честно, он так приятно стелет, что мне похуй)

-> англ&итальянский акцент, плейлист

-> испанский

-> немецкий

-> китайский

А вообще я мало что слушала с ютуба, поэтому из английского не могу ничего конкретного посоветовать. Нашла чужой (огромнейший) плейлист, гляньте, если хотите.

Скажите, вы тоже физически не можете слушать асмр на русском, потому что вас люто кринжует?

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Yandere preacher Halo

Warnings: Yandere, Smut, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, murder.

He is a faithful servant of the Perfect Monolith, bringing light and will to brothers, guiding the unfaithful lost in the darkness of unbelief.

Stalker girls are very rare, and there are none among the Monoliths. Therefore ( he so assured himself) when his eyes fell on the wrong captured in the territory of Radar, his heart trembled.

It seemed to him that the angel himself came from heaven to lift him up to the light of the Great Monolith.

His sinful soul is eager to ascend with his angel. She is his personal test of faith.

Other older brothers notice his obsession with this sinner and are alarmed.

His name is Halo, the name given to him by his brothers, because he illuminates them with the light of Perfection. But now his aura blinds him, and he sees nothing.

Sitting on a tiled floor, he reads litanies and prayers, putting his head on her brittle knees, catching every breath.

nsfw:

When the sun sets beyond the horizon all his dark and dirty thoughts unworthy of the preacher of the Great Monolith envelop his mind. Caressing his wicked flesh, he clamps his palm, trying to stifle the criminal groans.

The halo does not want to stain its angel with sinful acts unworthy of them. But when they make a long moan, he snaps and rapes greedily into their lips, devouring them. Their hands clench their soft flesh, hastily tearing at the stirring clothes.

He growled when he felt someone enter the cellar. The halo could not hear fast-moving footsteps, but only the blood in his ears. He no longer heard the voice of the Perfect God.

The Bad End:

The halos were taken to a small patio. Cold drops were dripping down his face like tears. His blank white eyes were pointed at the thin, hunched figure beside him. He didn’t take his eyes off her for a second.

Even so broken, desecrated she looked fine.

The Happy Ending:

The burning metal of the barrel of the gun touched the scalp of the temple. The deafening voice of the inquisitor of the one who read the verdict rang a funeral bell in his head.

The deafening silence of the Dead City was broken by two lonely shots.

The rays of the gentle sun illuminated the two figures slowly walking away from the empty city.

Halo gently led Blob by the hand, smiling at their future together, just the two of them.