#yandere oc x yandere oc

[cerine0357]

another fic!! basically with zane, daisuke, jianziao, ceseline, emilianna, reo, rikurou, wexing, scarlette, izana and anastasia, where its just headcanons but the reader goes “can you hold this for me?” and it’s literally just their hand and that they just want the characters to hold them </3

— @macrylys

oc: Elentia Acurion:-

Zane, Daisuke, Jianziao, Ceseline, Emilianna, Reo, Rikurou, Wexing, Scarlette, Izana and Anastasia X Reader

◒ Summary: You ask them to hold something, but give them your hand, how do they react??

◒ Fluff|| Headcanons and scenario|| no warnings...?|| normal versions of OC

◒ Author's note: Hey Ely! How have you been, sorry for the late reply, I hope this reached your expectations!!

Vocabulary & Context:

→ Ceri, liexi, Mosin, Mo'nyu, Mien, Lunia, Posen: nicknames given to lovers are different given by people to their lover/ spouse, for the nicknames are mostly inside jokes or abbreviation for separate names or memories, thus there is no one particular nickname for lovers.

→ (for Scarlette's scenario) In Lingdesu, they have a single washroom for both men AND women, as they have ingrained it in people's head since childhood heads to respect people, have manners, no means no and more. SA cases in LingDesu make up only 1% of all the crimes committed.

Your love~

the hustle bustle of the school finishing is one thing, and you knew the afternoon was wonderful for anyone even if they had stay-back, detention or got to go home early, "...Hey, sweetheart, mind holding this for me?"

Zane Xieren

"..Yeah, what is it, sweetheart?" he asked holding out his hand as with the other hand cleans the inside of his bass drum with happiness. Of-course he wasn't staring so you gently placed yours in his, making him freeze softly.

"Hm?" he hummed before taking your hand and placing it against his lips, "...Is your hand heavy?" he asked softly, with his voice cracking softly, "...Maybe..." you mumble with a smile..

"..Alright, sweetheart. Tell me if you're ready to let go, but I don't think it's fit for you to carry heavy things..." he spoke softly in his deep voice, as he kissed your knuckles again. as you both used the other hands to clean whatever instruments given to you by the teacher to clean.

Daisuke Himura

"Yeah, Ceri?" he asked softly, he asked using the old nickname for the sweet dish, Ceronix, which you loved so much you once ate too much and ended up vomiting.. he teased for a few days in the beginning, before you learned to like that stupid nickname...

you huffed with a smile before placing your hand in his own and placing yourself on the bench beside him, as he only tightened his hand around yours and continued to pack his bag with the other hand.

Finally done and placing his bag on the desk and laying his head on your lap dramatically as he continued to hold your hand, "...I'm dying....good night and may we meet again." he spoke with a smile on his face.

"..Okay..." you said opening your phone and scrolling through it, rolling your eyes at Daisuke's laziness while Daisuke only kissed your thighs occasionally as he held your hands...as Izana sighed at you two in disgust, "..disgusting kids.." he mumbled as he pet Severus's hair who was sleeping on his lap...

Mo JianZiao

Silently, he stuck out his hand as he continued to poke the straw into the lid of the soda aggressively before shaking it vigorously, obviously he wasn't paying attention to what you wanted him to hold. Smiling, you placed your hand into his, when you did so, he whipped his head in your direction ad stared at your hands for a bit...

Why he getting shy?...You may never know because he's so cocky and confident most of the time...but now? As he softly wraps his hand around yours and leans his head against your shoulder?

"..Liexi.." he mumbled softly...you'd never believe this was Jianziao...but you do and that's the beauty of his kindness and softness...you kiss his lips softly, flavoured by the soda which leave a soft, faded sweetness in the kiss which seems to make him buzz with delight...

Ceseline Lynea

"..Hm, yeah, go ahead Mosin!" she says smiling in the bathroom mirror as she removed paint from her dress from the annual concert exhibition practice. Softly you placed your hands in hers, she froze and looked at your hands before smiling and wrapping hers around yours and kissing your knuckles

She went back to remove stains only using one of her hands and you started feeling bad, but when you tried to pull away.When you did try to pull away, she refused to let go,

"NO!...It's a bit too heavy, no? Let me carry it, I'll be fine, my mom won't mind some paint"

she spoke as she turned off the taps and walked out, seemingly all the hallways were empty by now as students started to head back...

you both went back to class hand-in-hand, as she seemingly refused to let go as you both walked out, occasionally placing kisses on your hands...

Emilianna Mylena

"..one sec." she said as she struggled to reach up the top of the blackboard to clean it before sighing and extending a hand to you as she again stood on her tip-toes to clean the top of the blackboard where the most amount of mess was created..

you put yours in hers as she looked back at you and yours hands with a smile and wrapped it tightly in hers, "..Missed you Mo'unyu..." she whispered kissing your lips softly before kissing your knuckles and palm before she continued to struggle to wipe the blackboard.

You sighed before pulling the teacher's seat and pushing it towards her, Emillianna sighed as she removed her shoes and quickly stepped on the stool and wiped the board quickly as you held your hand straight up high as she wiped the board. Finally done, she put the duster in the cupboard and pulled you with her to get your bags.

Right before she touched her bag though, she seemed reluctant to let go of you, but she did, she quickly packed her bag before clinged herself to your hands all while you smiled and loved her more... "..Let's get boba after this!! while I take care of this heavy thing for you, yeah?"

Reo Takahashi

"..Yes, go ahead sweetheart.." he mumbled as he extended his hand for you with a gorgeous smile. As he took your bag from your shoulder and carried it in his separate hand. you smiled and placed yours in his softly as he squeezed our hand gently in his.

You pulled out a coin from the tiny side-pocket of your bag and nodded towards the deserted road under the hot sun, "Let's go get some soda in the way...it's hot anyways..." you asked giggling at Reo who was already soaked, as he wiped his glasses a bit...

You pushed the coin before twisting the rounder to the drink you wanted as the drink dropped down. The clear can with the glittering soda inside as you pulled open the metal tab before you hand was again pulled into Reo's as he held out his can for you to open. But when you pulled, he refused to let go,

"No, you open it, mien..." he said refusing to let go of your hand. You sighed with a smile as you place your can on the side of the band on your bag before trying to open his can in which you succeeded after 8 tries. Sighing you took your can as you took a sip, the sun blazing down with Reo simply kissed your temple and took a sip both of you trying to cool yourself off on this hot LingDesu day..

Rikurou Takahashi

"Hm, not now..."Rikurou sighed as he continued to tap away on his phone with Serouf and Quinzel, Ceseline's elder twin siblings, by his side. The two seemed to have gone back to their stuff, packing their bags

you sighed as you pulled on a strand of his hair, "Ow, what the hell?" she asked confused as you glared at him, "I've been here for the past half hour cause you pulled me away from Hinaru, either you pay attention here or I'm going back to her." you say as he sheepishly nodded and shut his computer, taking your hand in his as he patted it awkwardly staring at you...

You glared back rolling your eyes, as you opened your book and got to reading as you zipped your bag and started to walk out, when you were pulled back into a tight hug, "Okay, okay! I'm sorry" you heard Rikurou say as you pulled away as he held your hand tightly, rolling your eyes you grinned,

"Miss me so soon?" you asked with a smirk as she rolled his eyes with a smile his hand softly embracing yours as you both walked out of class down to the sunny grounds,

"...Maybe..."

Choi Wexing

He was holding a box in his hand, "..Hm, uhm.." he says as he scrambled to do something, he quickly shoved your hand under his chin as he held the box back in two hands to relieve the heaviness of the box from his single hand.

"What?", "What?" you asked before he asked the same question back, your hand still held under his chin as he walked and you followed to simply make him realize what he had done, though you did feel bad for having him hold your hand while he had to carry the box, you both entered the art room as he placed the box on the teacher's desk.

Willowette thanked him, her eyes scanned on the contents of the box, "Thanks you Wexing de-" she says stopping as she stares at you both, his hands crossed as he still held your hand under his chin with you shaking your head to explain this wasn't what was meant to happen...

"....Why are you holding Y/N's hand under your chin?"

Scarlette Lerisian

"Go ahead Lunia~"

She extended a hand to you, blowing on the other one which had a fresh coat of red nail-polish, you softly placed yours in hers, trying to see her reaction which was to whip her head at your hands and smiled brightly, brighter than the sun, as she hugged you tightly, making sure the one with the wet nail-polish didn't touch or anything...

You giggled as she placed kisses on your cheeks, thank god you were in the washroom, as Drazoron stared at you both in disgust, "Gross."

"shut up." Scarlette replied as she placed another kiss making Drazoron heave as he started to walk out.

And he was whacked harshly on his head by a certain maroon heel belonging to your girlfriend....

Izana

"...Sure..." he says crossing his left arm to you, checking papers with his right one as she smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek and held his hand, his hand instinctively molding around yours.

"Aren't you some needy thing?~" he says smirking, making you roll your eyes.

"Whatever, you're lucky I'm gracing you with my touch!" you says grinning as you flicked your hair, it was now Izana's turn to roll his eyes and smile as she raised his hand in surrender,

"Yes, my god, I'm your cultist and I'm graced by your presence..." he says rolling his eyes as he pecked your lips and went back to checking his student's files.

Anastasia Cyreen

"Yeah, go ahead Posen!!" she says excitedly as she extended her hands to you with a bright, closed-eyed smile. You softly placed your hands across her soft palms, smiling softly, as she gasped and wrapped her hands tightly around your single one,

"Oh my god! We're holding hands!!" she says with a teasing smile as she poked your cheek with her pink-manicure set hand. You rolled your eyes and shook your heads slightly as she ranted about how much your hand is soft, how your hand looks cute and more and more...

Sighing you silenced her with a kiss, "Let's head home?" you ask as she kissed your again, softly,

"Yeah...My love..."

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[sappygentlemen]

THIS IS AN YANDERE OC X YANDERE OC FANFIC🧍‼️ BECAUSE I SAID SO

If anyone stumbles opon this and wants y/n content.. just wait bro ☝️‼️ gimme some time to cook some up

TW: DARK, GORE DESCRIPTIONS, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS/ATTACHMENTS/BEHAVIORS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION ☝️‼️

Basement dweller

...it's been so long since Ive seen Declan. I miss him dearly. I miss everything about him I've been trapped in this damp, moldy basement for longer then I could bother to count. It's been longer then a few days at least. My stomach has been empty for so long that I'm sure it's given up growling for food. I've also been without water, which isn't helping this awful migraine I've had. The hunger, dehydration, paired with the injuries I've sustained are becoming almost too much, but I would bear anything for him.. my beloved... He didn't mean to hurt me, and even if her did. I deserved it. It was all my fault. I got too lazy.. too comfortable around him. He found my hit list... I didn't mean for him too, and I knew the punishment I'd receive if he did. The bruises and cuts were never forgettable, stinging anytime I dared to slip into my old bad behaviors. Declan was so sweet.. always trying to help me improve.. to be better.. to be softer. I wanted so desperately to change for him, and I'd promised this would be my last time in the basement. My last mistake. Id be the perfect husband.

Declan was always gentle.. so soft and sweet, even when he was mad, bruising my skin with his grasp, throwing me down into the dark concrete basement, injuring my ankle and my knees. He didn't mean too. I could make this punishment stop if I told him every injury I'd sustained with his rough touch. However, I want to be good for him. I want to be perfect. I want to take it without complaint, because after all? Any attention he gives me, is precious. I should cherish all of it. Id be lucky if he even spit in my direction.

The door to his hellhole opens, and for the first time in god knows how long, light shines down here, overwhelming my vision for a moment, but I hold back the urge to look away, hopeful that the person behind the door is Declan. After a few moments, my eyes adjust to the light, and Declans face comes into view, a pout evident on his face at my state. I scrambled up to cling to him, as I always do after my punishment time. I hated being in the basement, I hated anytime without my beloved, but I know he does what's best for me, so I take it like a champ, like he wants me too. Though, this is the longest I've ever spent down here. However, as I clung to his soft, warm, comforting body, hearing his heartbeat for the first time in however long I was down here, my body relaxed slightly. I felt comforted, and a safe, as he leaned down, and lifted me up from just below my butt, allowing me to wrap around him and bury my face in his shoulder as he cooed and awed at me. As he held me up, he walked my very weak, tired and injured body towards the living room, and even though his rough hands touched my tender bruises repeatedly, I didn't move away from him, clingy and desperate for his touch.

"Sam.. you should've yelled for me when you got these bruises... You know I didn't mean to shove you that hard, I just want you to know that what you did wasn't okay..."

"I know.... I'm sorry.. I just wanted you to be happy, so I wanted to take the punishment!... Did it.. Make you happy?"

He was silent. Giving me a look of pity as he set me down on the couch, as he knelt down to try and take a look at all my injuries. I loved when he looked at me with pity, it made me feel special, like he cared for me. As he walked around, grabbing bandages, I clung to him still, never letting go of his sleeve as I mindlessly followed him around. He's so good to me. I know I deserved my punishment. I must have. Even if I didn't, I'm willing to take any kind of attention, as long as it comes from him.

After a while, he finally takes care of my wounds, giving them gentle caresses as he takes care of me. I love when he takes care of me, it makes everything feel better. However.... I can't help but notice the light brown hair on his black work shirt... My hair is red.. his hair is dark brown almost black.. and so is his brothers.

I guess I'll be making a return to the basement. Very. Very. Soon

[bunnygirllover45]

something something he wants a dog.

[devotion-disorder]

...he's just curious about human biology!!!!!!!

[bighitfics]

jeon jungkook fanfics that deserve to be turned into kdramas and selling books.

(a recommendation you badly need) ⭑.ᐟ

Sauvage ౨ৎ by @tljunglebook

— grumpy x sunshine, cold and detached jungkook (who turns into a whipped puppy later on) office romance, slow burn.

(starting off strong! this book’s got the most delicious slow burn to ever exist! screaming at how sexy, dirty minded, down bad & protective for oc jungkook’s in this fic ugh the wattpad girlies already know that they’re my adopted parents)

10 Seconds ᥫ᭡ by @deepdarkdelights

— yandere jungkook, abduction, stalking, stockholm syndrome.

(this series is my first love, i would do anything to read this for the first time again!)

Penpal 𓍯𓂃 by @laughing-with-god

— yandere prisoner jungkook, stalking, breaking in.

(gotta contact some directors and producers to turn this into a drama! it would slay so hard with its refreshing plot line! and tbh no words are enough to describe her writing abilities, she’s a pro✨)

Risqué ✧˖° by @mercurygguk

— age gap, forbidden romance, smut, angst.

(the time stamps and drabbles are the essence of this fic, the smut is so well written! ALSO THE SEGSUAL TENSION AND OVERALL YEARNING MA’AM!? can someone already turn this into a mini netflix series please!?)

About Time ִ࣪𖤐 by @yoonia

— time travel au, major angst, second chances, smut, fluff.

(if i had the chance to devour a book, i’d eat this one (obviously) it’s one of the best books of my life, i would die to see a live version of this)

I Want You To Stay ʚɞ ⁺˖ by @ahundredtimesover

— ceo jungkook, strangers to lovers, slow burn, angst, smut.

(no slow burn ever slow burned the way this story slow burned! lemme warn ya’ll this fic will keep getting better as you read it!)

Bride Of Devil ♰ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ by @jasminefanfics

— dark romance, gangster au, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, age gap, kinda yandere husband jungkook.

(my youtube fanfic girlies assemble! this is the best mafia jungkook fic i can recommend for ya’ll! the bgm is so addictive and perfect)

An Abundance Of Luck And A Sprinkle Of Fate 𐙚 by @borathae

— strangers to lovers, romance, found family, smut, angst, healing.

(I remember being unhealthily obsessed with this lord, aaol!kook & oc will forever be my babies TT this book tugs at your heart in a way that’s inexplainable)

ps — have a good read girlies <3

follow for more.

[fromduck]

Me with you guys simping over hot men

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: slight Yandere behavior, breeding

Hare!hybrid bf with bunny!hybrid gf

You, a cute bunny hybrid with soft, fluffy bunny ears and a cute cotton tail that wags when you’re happy or upset. You’re round and soft, the sweetest little thing your boyfriend has ever seen.

And then there’s your hare hybrid bf… he’s tall, thin, and unsettling, with eyes that bore into you and hair that is far from soft. He’s protective and possessive of his little bunny baby, keeping you safe and literally fighting any of his rivals to the DEATH.

He’s a bit nervous about breeding with you. You’re smaller, more fragile than him… but god you both go crazy once you go into heat… and you’re a lot more durable than he thought.

You take his cock so well, begging for him to give you a litter… his perfect little mate, his sweet bunny. No one will ever put their hands on you, unless they want to die a painful death.

——————

YANDERE TAGLIST: @katerinaval @sunset-214 @avalordream @atransmuter @icommitwarcrimes @bazpire @anglingforlevels @kinshenewa

[monstersholygrail]

Vampire bf spooning you in the middle of the night, nuzzling into you so roughly that it causes you to slowly wake up. As soon as he senses you’re not completely asleep, his arms curl around you and he bury’s his face in your neck. Groggily you bare your throat to him, thinking he might be hungry.

But instead he simply whines and cuddles in closer. It’s only then that you notice he’s shivering. A soft “What’s wrong, darling?” croaks past your lips. He doesn’t respond, letting his actions speak louder as his hands slip under your shirt and brush along your soft stomach as if trying to steal up all your warmth. You hiss at his touch, his usually cold skin even colder for some reason. “You’re freezing,” you can’t help but exclaim the obvious.

Your vampire bf whimpers, nodding his head within the warm fold of your neck. “Need your warmth. Need your heat, baby please,” he says in a soft whine, one hand tugging at the seam of your shorts and giving you an idea of what he means.

As soon as you’ve pulled your panties down, he’s sliding himself between the warm supple flesh of your thighs. He hisses in the space of her neck, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Your lips part, feeling his throbbing cock push its way through your legs, so close to where you need him. His tip bumping up against your clit with every snap of his hips. Arousal pools within you till it drips onto his cock. Your bf growls, hips moving faster.

“Ah, fuck! More. Please,” you beg, baring your neck once again. Your hips tilt, craving the feeling of being filled by him.

“My heart, I could devour you whole and still crave more," he rumbles, his hips bucking to catch every drop of your essence on his length.

His hand tenderly cups the underside of your neck and brings it to his lips. You sense the heat of his breath and goosebumps rise along your arms a second before you feel the sharp prick of pleasure caused by his fangs. You shiver as he slowly sinks them all the way in.

The combination of his fangs inside you and the way he slows down the rocking of his hips causes your eyes to droop as you begin to drift back to sleep. His hand massages your plush thigh, gently shifting it back over his own, legs intertwining.

With your thighs open, your bf has easy access to slide his length inside your eager and dripping walls. You both moan as he pushes past your entrance, his girth carefully stretching your precious pussy as he takes his time stuffing you full of him. Bringing a delicious dull ache to the apex of your thighs.

He settles in once he’s buried his length to the hilt, your hips fitting together like two puzzle pieces. He relaxes against your body and wraps every limb that he can around you. Cocooning your being in his protective embrace. Making you feel exactly as treasured as you are.

“That’s better,” he slurs contently in an attempt to speak with his fangs in your neck. Soon after you start to feel his skin warming back up against your own. You smile softly, finally falling back asleep and happy you were able to help him.

Never finding out that Vampires have full control over their body temperature.

[meo-eiru]

Saw a yandere in my dream (a summery under the cut)

Saw a dream where I got isekaid into this semi modern semi victorian like world and, to my luck, appeared right in front of a noble I shouldn’t have.

He was someone who hated other people, would just murder them if he could, he found them dirty. So when I, someone who doesn’t know anyone or anything about this world other than him, suddenly appeared in front of him he decided to take me in and manipulate me into only leaning on him and loving him.

In this world certain people had powers and his was he was able to command and control people who drank his blood so he’d make me drink it and force me to act the way he wants me to act.

He wouldn’t let me leave his mansion or let other people know of my existence but later in the dream it was revealed that I wasn’t the only one who got isekaid. There were some other people and the other nobles of the world were trying to gather all of them to keep them safe, but ofc the yandere was preventing them from getting to me.

So there was a whole fight where they raided his house and he pretty much wiped the floor with them.

Through the dream he made me super dependant on him. At the start I was like “wow I’m so lucky to come across this nice and handsome man right after getting isekaid into this strange world” but fast forward I’m scared to leave his house when people actually try to rescue me.

Anyway it's not rare for me to see a yandere in my dream like this but this time I actually found the time and energy to draw it so here you go

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Yakuza

When your brother gets himself deep into debt, one yakuza is surprisingly willing to help you get him out. Word Count: 4.3k

When your brother asks you to visit him in Tokyo, something about his voice makes your big sister instincts buzz.

He's great at putting on a show, but there's a twinge of nervousness to him that you've seldom heard before.

You spend your first week in the city with your hackles raised, trying and failing to figure out what he's hiding from you. And you might never have figured it out.

But then he showed up.

Yandere! Yakuza who kicks open your brother's door at three in the morning, a cigarette in one hand and a baseball bat in the other.

You scramble out of bed, convinced you're about to be murdered. And it's only your brother's hand hastily slapped over your mouth that keeps you from screaming bloody murder.

"Relax, I know these guys."

Despite his words, your brother doesn't look relaxed at all. His eyes dart around the room and he balls his fists into his jeans. It's a habit he hasn't broken since childhood and before you know it, you're stepping between him and a dangerously scarred yakuza.

Your Japanese is beyond rudimentary and your course didn't exactly cover how to have conversations with members of an organised crime family, but you tilt your chin back and try to keep your voice steady.

"Naze anata ga koko ni iru no ka? [why are you here?]"

Yandere! Yakuza who shamelessly leers at your tiny summer pyjamas. He pulls at his cigarette and when he speaks, his English is heavy with an accent.

"Came to collect what he owes us."

Of all the possible answers he could have given you, that was one you don't expect in the slightest. You turn to your brother and the way he avoids your eyes is answer enough. God, how could he be so stupid? Didn't you teach him better?

Yandere! Yakuza who came prepared to smash furniture and rough up a stubborn debtor suddenly finds himself at the mercy of your glare. You're at least a foot or two shorter than him and somehow it feels like he's the one being overpowered.

"How much does he owe?"

"Sis really I can-"

Yandere! Yakuza who scoffs and names a number much, much larger than you expected. It takes every ounce of will power not to scream at your brother right then and there. How could he get himself into such a mess? He's barely been here more than six months!

Yandere! Yakuza who watches the emotions flicker across your face and has to admire the way you fight them back. The only sign of your fear is a slight tremble in your hand.

"How much do you need tonight?"

The amount he names is just about everything you have in savings. You bite your lip. One look at him tells you everything you need to know. This isn't some small time crook. The pin on his suit jacket is clear as day, even to a foreigner like you.

You pull your coat over your pyjamas and grab your handbag.

"Let's go then."

When you step out into the hall, you're met with two other Yakuza. How didn't you notice them?

You meet their eyes, trying your absolute hardest to seem unruffled. Predators get violent when they sense fear, right? So don't like them catch that smell on you, no matter how fast your heart is racing.

The night air nips at your skin as you head to the nearest ATM.

"Sis it isn't that bad, I swear -"

"We'll talk about it later, ok?"

Yandere! Yakuza who walks close behind you. You can catch the smell of his cologne - something woody and pleasantly sharp.

When you slip your card into the ATM, he leans against the wall next to you and pulls out another cigarette. He watches you while he lights it, the flame throwing his cheekbones into sharp relief.

"You got a boyfriend?"

You're genuinely surprised. Your relationship status isn't exactly on your list of things dangerous criminals should be concerned about.

"No. I don't."

He let's the smoke curl up between his teeth.

"Good. Pretty girl like you shouldn't bother with relationships."

"Why not?"

The ATM spits out your cash before he can answer.

He doesn't take the money immediately. Instead, he let's his eyes roam down your body, like he can still see what's underneath your bulky coat.

"You're never gonna pay it off at this rate."

"You're offering me advice? Didn't think that was part of your job."

"Sōde wa arimasen [it isn't]. But what kind of man would I be if I didn't help you out?"

He digs in his inner pocket and you catch a glimpse of the gun holstered under his jacket.

He pulls out a business card and scribbles something at the back of it.

"He hasn't told you, but we've got his passport. He can't leave until he's settled what he owes."

You suck in a sharp breath at that. How much worse could this situation get?

He holds out the card. "Come work for us and maybe we can work out a better deal, yeah?"

You scoff. "Does that deal involve selling my organs?"

He smiles a little at that. "Īe - no. It's easy work. Come by tomorrow and see for yourself."

You look down at the card and the hand offering it. His tattoos peak out of his sleeve, blue-black and twisting in patterns you can't recognise. Better to not offend a gangster, right?

You take the card.

"Iiko [good girl]."

He turns to go, his baseball bat slung over his shoulder. "See you tomorrow hanī [honey]."

He's barely out of sight before you're grabbing your brother's ear and dragging him back to the apartment.

You spend the rest of the night talking to - or more accurately, interrogating - your brother.

"Gambling? What the hell where you thinking?"

"I was drunk, okay?"

You hiss and rub at your temples. And the worst part? The yakuza was right. You can't pay it off. Not without a very well paying job.

His card glares at you from the kitchen table. An easy job, huh?

The address on the card leads you to a hostess club in the middle of the Red Light District.

He isn't going to kidnap you in the middle of the day in the middle of the city, right? Slightly comforted, you make your way into the club.

It's cool and dark, lit by colorful lamps more than anything. You show the card to the bartender and a few minutes later your yakuza is sitting across from you and ordering you both drinks.

Yandere! Yakuza who wears a suit in the slouched, lazy way of a school delinquent. Shirt unbuttoned so you can see the edge his tattoos and the gold chain gleaming at his neck.

He gestures at the bar and the room around you, his cigarette hanging lazily between his fingers. "The Family owns this place. And my kyodai manages it."

He studies you while he smokes, eyes dipping to your chest and lingering. "You can work as a hostess here. Make good money and we'll take a cut of it to pay off what your brother owes."

You take a sip of your drink to avoid answering him. The sake leaves a tingle on your lips.

"But I'm not exactly fluent in Japanese. How am I supposed to entertain customers?"

He grins wolfishly at you. "Just wear something tight and you won't have to talk at all."

"Perv," you mutter into your drink.

On the surface, you can't see anything wrong with his offer. It makes perfect sense - the club gets a new girl they barely have to pay and your brother's creditors don't need to keep tracking him down.

But he's a yakuza and you'd be a fool to trust him.

"Fine. I'll work here, try my hardest to learn Japanese and sell drinks."

You hold his gaze. "But I'm gone the second I think you're being shady. Got it?"

Yandere! Yakuza who smiles like he's won the lottery. "Wakatta [got it]."

When you show up later that evening, he's your first customer. He orders you a bottle of champagne and keeps topping up your glass without ever touching his own.

A few drinks in you manage to finally loosen up enough to hold a conversation. He asks you endless questions - about your childhood, your hobbies, the movies you've been watching.

But in return, he dodges any question you throw at him. "Don't ask about my family." "My childhood was boring. You don't want to hear about it." "Hobbies? Does puss-"

"No."

"Then no."

He's surprisingly fun to talk to. And when he gets a call and has to leave you, there's a pang of disappointment that you can't quite mask.

He grins and flicks your forehead. "Don't miss me too much."

When you pick up the bill, you realise he left you a hefty tip. You stare at it and then at his retreating back. Just what is his angle?

Yandere! Yakuza who's back the next day and the one after that. He sprawls in the booth like a spoiled prince, his arms thrown across the headrest and his legs spread.

"Let me teach you Japanese."

You perk up. A native teacher would be so much easier to learn from compared to the dense textbooks you've tried using.

"Repeat after me. Onegaishimasu. It means 'please'."

You try and imitate his intonation. He walks you through a few more common phrases with moderate success.

"Need to work on your accent, but that was decent. Ready to try something longer? Anata wa totemo hansamudesu ne [I think you're very handsome]."

"Anato wa...wa totemo hansam... hansamudesu ne."

He smirks at you over the rim of his glass. He seems immensely pleased.

"What does it mean?"

"Just another way to... greet someone. Kinda tricky though, so you should just use it on me."

He spends the rest of the day explaining kanji and grammar. You take notes on the back of a receipt and promise to rewrite them when you get home.

Your shift is practically over when he finally stands to leave.

"Say goodbye like I taught you."

"Anata wa totemo hansamudesu ne."

He grins at you again, his voice a bit sweeter when he replies. "Anata mo totemo kireidesu ne [you're pretty too]."

You tilt your head, struggling to understand. You don't recognise the phrase, but he's gone before you can ask what it means.

Yandere! Yakuza who requests you almost everyday. Until the house mother snaps at him to give it a rest, there are other clients who want to talk to you.

He scoffs and throws back his drink, Adam's apple bobbing like he's swallowing down his anger too.

"If they want to talk to her so bad, they should get here earlier. Watashitachiha kono basho o shoyū shite imasu [we own this place]. So go and get me my girl."

When you finally make it to his table, he's back to being all smiles. The only person who notices his jealousy is the house mother and she's far too busy to mention it.

"My head is killing me. Give me a massage please?"

He flops down into your lap before you can say no.

You sigh and run your fingers through his hair, trying to remember where the pressure points are.

Yandere! Yakuza who practically purrs at your touch. When you lift a hand away to take a sip of your water, he barely waits for you to swallow before he's dragging it back.

There's something very strange about having a deadly gangster in your lap. With his eyes closed, you can almost forget just how much he scared you when you first met. Can forget how he still scares you.

He opens his eyes and catches you studying him. He reaches up and catches your hand as you draw away from him. His touch is gentle, softer than you would expect from looking at him.

"Go on a date with me."

You aren't sure if it's an offer or a command. There's something so intimate about the way he looks at you, the club lights carving hollows into his cheeks, eyes dark and sweet.

And God help you, he's so close. Only the thin fabric of your stockings between his skin and yours.

"Okay."

His lips quirk into a half smile, boyishly handsome.

"Good. You'll like it."

By the next evening, you're already regretting your decision. What kind of idiot goes on a date with a yakuza? You blame the alcohol and the closeness of his body and your stupid, stupid hormones for getting you into this.

But when he picks you up, you find yourself smiling. He actually knocks on the apartment door this time and you open it with the full intention of teasing him.

"My brother's landlord-"

Your words die in your throat. You always knew he was handsome but the man waiting for you takes your breath away.

His hair is slicked away from his face and a sparkling cross dangles from one ear. His lazy suits are gone, replaced with a suit that's pressed and tailored. Hell, even his shirt is buttoned up properly.

He looks good. Dangerously good.

He takes you in, eyes lingering at your curves. You swallow and try not to blush. You do your hair and makeup everyday for the club and he's seen you in this dress before, but he looks at you like it's all new to him, like he wants to drink in every inch of you.

You somehow manage to find your voice and it has none of its usual bite. "You look good. Really good."

He smoothes a hand over his hair self consciously. "Arigatō. Shall we go?"

He offers you his arm and you take it, your heart thundering. He opens the car door for you and helps you in like a proper gentleman. You catch a whiff of his cologne - the same woodsy scent from the night you met.

He takes you to a skyscraper restaurant and sits down right next to the window. The city is a sparkling sprawl at your feet.

"I didn't think you'd be into a place like this," you say.

"What? You think I don't got class?" He grins and points his fork at you, "I've got the best damn taste in this whole city."

"Explains why you asked me out then."

"Obviously." He leans forward. "Only the best for my girl, yeah?"

"I'm your girl? Since when?"

"Since..." He makes a show of checking his watch. "Since the night I met you. You just didn't know it yet."

Ah, now that's one way to make a girl fall for you. And despite your better sense, you feel yourself falling.

You can still taste the lingering sweetness of dessert when he walks you back to his car. His leans against the car door and loops his arms around your waist.

"You had fun tonight?"

"Yes. More than I expected honestly."

He pulls you closer to him, softly enough that you can step back at any point. You don't.

"Gonna give me a kiss to say thank you? It's a very important part of our culture."

You clasp your hands together behind his neck.

"You liar."

He grins that boyish half smile of his. "Can't blame a guy for trying."

He doesn't feel like a gangster or a creditor or a customer. In that moment he feels like just a man - someone strong and handsome that you desperately want to kiss.

Your gaze flickers down to his lips and then back to his eyes. You pull gently at his neck and his head dips lower. You stay like that for a moment, lips almost touching. Too nervous to make the final move.

His hands move to cradle your waist and he closes the gap between you.

You pull him closer, your hands slipping from his neck to his jaw. His stubble scrapes your palm and makes your whole body tingle. He tastes of wine and sugar.

When you finally pull away, you draw your thumb across his lower lip. His eyes are half lidded and when he moves, it's with a sluggish reluctance. Like he doesn't want to let go of you.

He keeps one hand on your waist and draws out a stack of cash with the other. When he speaks, his voice is husky.

"How much for tonight?"

"What?"

His draws his hand up your waist to rest against your sternum. Like he wants to dig his hand into your heart.

"How much to take you home?"

A bucket of cold water would have been less shocking. You pull away from him, your mind racing.

God, why are you such an idiot? Of course he only wants to fuck you. He's just a thug, what did you expect?

And worse, you feel like a small part of your heart is breaking. Why be so sweet to you, why go out of his way to spend time with you, if all he wants is a one night stand?

"Are you serious?"

"Obviously. How much do you charge?"

You act without thinking and slap him right across his face.

The sound of it is terribly sharp in the open quite of the parking lot. It leaves your palm stinging. You freeze, terrified of what you've just done.

He doesn't move, his head turned to the side from the force of your slap. Slowly, he touches his fingers to his cheek. His expression is unreadable.

Oh, you're so dead. You just hit a yakuza. A guy who probably breaks faces everyday, who has who knows how many felonies to his name.

Your first instinct is to apologise, say you weren't thinking and that you're so so sorry. You lift your chin and squash down that part of you.

"I'm not for sale."

The quiet stretches out, tense and dangerous. He turns away and opens the car door for you. He doesn't meet your eyes.

"I understand now. Gomen'nasai [I'm sorry]."

The drive home is terribly quiet. You keep expecting him to lash out - hit you or humiliate you for daring to slap him like that.

He doesn't. He just keeps eyes on the road.

When you reach your building, he follows you to the door and rests his hand on the frame above your head. You can feel him behind you, close enough for his breath to tickle the back of your neck.

"I can't buy you."

"No."

"But I want you."

You pull in a shuddering breath. "Earn it."

You shut the door without turning back.

He doesn't show up at the club for the next week. At first you're on edge - what if he gets you fired? Or worse, does something to your brother?

But your boss doesn't mention anything and your brother keeps coming home in one piece. Slowly, you relax. Tell yourself that he's done with you now that you won't give him what he wants. You try and ignore the way it hurts.

When he does finally show up, he's dangerously tipsy. He yanks you out of your booth in the middle of a date and leaves the house mother to bow and apologise to the customer.

You try not to make a scene as he pulls you along behind him. But you look about desperately for any of the other yakuza. Where the hell are they when you need them?

Finally, he drops you in a booth in the corner of the club and collapses across from you. His hair is messier than you've ever seen it and there's a feverish wildness in the way he looks at you.

"Fine. I'm here. Let me earn your love."

You rub your arm and scowl at him. "Your idea of winning me over is to leave a huge bruise on my arm?"

He runs his hands through his hair. "Hell, I don't know. I've never had to win a girl over before."

"Yeah right. I've seen the girls you go out with. There's no shortage of women in your life."

He looks you in the eye. "Bought and paid for." He gestures at the table and at you. "Not like this. Not like you."

That gives you pause. It makes sense. Gangsters don't exactly have the time to go on Sunday morning brunch dates or meet the family.

"So why not just pay someone else?"

You don't say it out loud but the rest of your question is clear. Why me?

"I...I don't want to. Setsumei suru no wa totemo muzukashīdesu [It's so hard to explain]. But I don't want anyone else."

A confession from a yakuza was not at all on your list on fun and lighthearted tourist activities. You're not entirely sure how to deal with it.

Your sense is screaming at you to be smart. And when is dating a criminal ever smart? You're supposed to get yourself and your brother away from the underworld, not get roped deeper in. And what happens if you want to break up? When has a man with a gun and too many scars ever taken a heartbreak well?

And yet...

You want him. Stupidly, against all sense, you want to be with him. He's dangerous. He probably only wants to fuck you. He has too much power over your life. He might never let you leave him.

And still you want him.

You take a deep breath. "Come over tonight and I'll cook you something. And if my cooking doesn't change your mind then... then we can talk about it."

He smiles at you and the wild look in his eye seems to finally dim.

"Anata ga watashi o oidasou to shite mo dekinakatta [Baby, you couldn't get rid of me if you tried]."

You weren't lying when you said you were a terrible cook. When he finally arrives, the rice is somehow both burnt and slightly undercooked and your curry is severely under-salted.

You scrunch your nose when you take a bite. "This is awful."

"You cooked it." He takes another bite. "And I hate to say it, but I've had worse."

You push your bowl away and mutter, "I didn't think rice could be so complicated. I followed the instructions and everything."

He takes another bite. "I can make decent rice. And udon."

"So between the two of us, there's only one good cook? Shameful."

He adds some salt to his bowl. "Neither of us ever has the time to cook anyway, so I don't know why you're surprised."

You shake your head and watch him. He's halfway through your abysmal culinary concoction and somehow not green in the face.

"You never talk about yourself," you tell him.

He avoids your eyes. "I'm not that interesting."

"But I am?"

"Yes." There's a quiet fierceness to his answer that makes your heart stutter.

"Tell me a secret about yourself."

It's his turn to study you. "A secret."

"That's what I said."

He considers you for a long moment before reaching up and undoing his shirt buttons. He turns his back to you and let's his shirt fall away.

You gasp. His tattoo covers his entire back. It's every bit as intricate as you suspected - there's lotus flowers between his shoulder blades and a spider inked below his ribcage.

But it's the snake that takes up most of the space. It curls and unwinds across his back, every scale painstakingly inked. It's hissing mouth rests on his shoulder blade, opposite his heart.

He flinches when you touch him, but doesn't ask you to stop. You run your fingertips up his back, tracing the snakes coiling body.

"It's incredible."

He doesn't answer you. Eventually your fingers come to rest on his neck.

He reaches back and takes hold of your wrist. He draws it forward and tilts his head to press a kiss against your pulse. You wonder if he can feel the way your heart jumps when he touches you.

"Do you want to know the real secret? I go home at night and lie awake thinking about you."

You lean forward and rest your forehead against his bare back. "What do you think about?"

He inhales sharply. "Your voice... your lips... your body."

You laugh a little and your warm breath on his skin makes him shiver. "You're shameless."

"Mattaku hajishirazuna [totally shameless]."

You tilt his head towards you and kiss his cheek.

You can feel him smile against your lips. When you pull away, he turns to you and cups your jaw.

Your Japanese has gotten better, but you don't understand what he whispers before he kisses you.

"Watashi Kazu anata ni koiwoshiteiru, soshite watashi wa tomaranai [I'm falling in love with you and I can't stop]."

He presses his lips against yours, so much hungrier this time. His hand slips from your cheek to the nape of your neck to pull you closer to him.

"My girl, my pretty girl. Hanaretakute mo hanare rarenakatta [I couldn't let you go even if I wanted to]."

He presses hot kisses against your throat. His grip on your neck almost painfully tight.

"Hitsuyōniōjite, anata no kyōdai ni wa nan-nen mo shakkin o showa seru koto ni narudeshou [gonna keep your brother in debt for years if I have to]."

The rest of his sentence is little more than a growl. "Nanrakano hōhō de anata ni watashi o aishite morau tsumoridesu [gonna make you love me back one way or another]."

The one downside of courting a yakuza is not understanding everything he says. But maybe it's safer that way.

[cerine0357]

Hey hey can I a belphagor,asmodeus and leviathan with a s/o who is usually shy and sweet but can beat anyone ass? :>

Have a great day 💕

OC : MorningStar court's crown prince :-

Leviathan, Asmodeus, Belphegor X Reader

♢ Summary: They happen to have you as their S/O, but they never noticed your personality when you get mad and for the first time they experience it and if they do know it, what do they do when it occurs

♢ Crack, fluff, headcanons, scenario|| Established relationships|| warnings: Blood, mentions of fights, actual fights, bashing heads|| Normal versions of OCs

♢ Author's note: Thank you for requesting this! Hope you enjoy! Also the boys's wives are their best-friends or just regular friends here. Also forgive me for being a bad writer! Also in Belphegor's scenario you're a human.

♢ Vocabulary:

→ Xiokor: school everyone in Infernal attends

→ Archliows: regular class of angels, demons, succubi, incubus, ghosts, mages/ immortal humans

→ Siofra hall: A hallway in the royal palace, which is very huge and used for training during when wars were a thing in the realm.

OC X Reader:

Shy and Sweet S/O who can beat anyone's ass

Leviathan MorningStar

♒ Leviathan is someone who is a indoor type person, he is a indoor type person and always attached to his electronic device like it's a organ, and he hates interacting with people, so most people wouldn't believe that fact that he is a boyfriend...

♒ Levi is very much attachable person, he finds it hard to interact with people, but when he knows people, he is very great at interacting with them and communicating with them and you, his soft and shy S/O, whom he loves so very much!

♒ Levi is generally sees many fights and records nearly all of them, so it starts out as a normal day at Xiokor until, there is a yell in the hallway about someone beating the shit out of some archliows.

♒ Levi absolutely runs to the place with his phone and mic in hand and starts recording for social media, he gives commentary and asks question and he WILL get answers from the people in the fight, no matter what. And yes that means he will snitch on these people if they don't answer questions.

Staring and zoning out while watching the clock wasn't helping Levi from ruining this online class, he was still staring pretending to take notes, when he opened his arms and called for you, "Y/NNNNNNNNNN!!!!!" When he didn't receive a response in return, he looked around and realized you were at Xiokor and not attending online class as usual with him, he internally let out the loudest scream and went back to sit at his online class... When the teacher suddenly asked to leave the classroom and everybody to maintain silence like he always did, until a guy entered the class and yelled,

"AY! SOMEBODY IS FIGHTING SRUENIL!" and that one sentence made everyone gasp, including everyone on Online class whether they were in the class or not, because Sruenil was one person whom nobody challenged to fight, even royals were a teensy bit afraid of him, mainly because of his problem from the old human world before Infernal was created, so this was a big deal, and Levi was ecstatic to see this, he immediately browsed through the mountains of electronic screens he had before landing on his favourite filming phone and immediately opened a portal to Xiokor as he landed on his foot from three feet above the ground where the portal was located as he ran through the school using his ears to find where the fight was, until he rounded a corner and bumped into a huge crowd, he immediately pushed through the crowd which was fairly easy for someone like him, finally getting to the middle was a sight he had not planned on seeing...

Sruenil was on the ground his hands behind his back and face bruised and begging for mercy, and who was the person who beat him so badly, ....you...Now everyone there knew you were involved somehow with the royals but they didn't know how, you were quite one of the nicest people to be around, it did not matter who were hanging out with; angels, humans, mages, witches, wizards, demons, succubus, incubi, it did not matter you were accepting and liked everyone and treated them nicely so seeing this side riled everyone up and they got excited.

You had never been seen this angry, nobody knows what happened but all they know is Srunenil was pulling on your hair and stepping on your back as you were on the ground, until you held the hand he had on your hair and with immense strength flipped him over your shoulders and on the ground in front of you and it caught everyone's attention.

Now as you had Sreunil begging for mercy under you, people were having a hard time pulling you back while some tried to distract the teachers and other tried taking Sruenil to the infirmary, there were around three people having a hard time holding you back, until Levi joined them and tried explaining how you should stop being angry as he was in your view cutting off Sruenil being taken away, finally calming down and suppressing your anger in front of Leviathan.

"Babe, are you okay?!" Levi asked first and foremost, cupping your face and pulling you to the portal and taking you to your room, "You know you were very cool, but you shouldn't have done that.." Levi says smiling gently as your cheeks blushed warm like always whenever you were complimented, as you entered his room he immediately carried you bridal style to Belphegor who was a pro at healing wounds because of his twin's obsession with sparring.

s Belphegor treated a few of your bruises and wounds, Leviathan kept kissing your cheeks and had you on his lap the entire time, his silverish-grey hair framing his upset yet pouty face as he placed tiny pecks tickling you. Finally done Belphegor sighed out of exhaustion and sighed before his twin entered the room, Belphegor told you how to look after you bruises as Beelzebub sat behind leaning on the headboard, finally finishing telling you how to look after the bruises, Belphegor leaned into Beelzebub's arms and slept in a matter of second, like always. You got off Levi's lap and you both left the room, before walking towards the place and entering Levi's room.

"Now, that was AMAZING!" Levi boasted as he was sitting on his bed with you on his lap as you both cuddled, Levi complimented you for so long, telling you how cool you looked and how you should fight next time. You sighed hearing his rambling and nodding you head no matter what he was saying, before you finally grabbed his jaw, making his lips pucker up as you kissed his lips, effectively shutting him up as Leviathan rubbed his thumb on your thigh where there was a bruise as you both kissed.

♒ Levi also is the one, after Belphegor and Beelzebub, to patch most of your wounds clean or hide your wounds for a bit on the way as to stop you from getting yelled at by Belial, he is very proud of you to be able to fight and once he learnt that a archliow got sent to the hospital for picking up fights with you.

♒ And sometimes if possible he would join your fights himself as the fifth brother and the Avatar of Greed, why shouldn't he? Not like Lucifer is going to be mad at him cause he finds it funny, the only person who is going to be mad at him is Belial and Rosealine or Myhilara.

♒ After getting yelled at by Belial and the late emperor, Levi often follows you everywhere you go in case, somebody makes you mad and you end up beating the fuck out of them, he is there to stop you or let you go crazy, depends.

♒ Leviathan absolutely starts sparring with you, and often goes easy cause he knows he will most likely crush you and he doesn't want that, and if a single bruise appears on you, he's on his knees begging you to forgive him because first, you're hurt and second he didn't mean to do that and he's crying now please forgive him??

♒ Levi is always standing behind you in your fights so the person who you're fighting knows that if they aren't defeated by you, he will be the one to crack the skull off their body and hang it like a souvenir to either a noble or a emperor or their skull is used as a art project in one of the palaces ivory skull sculptures.

♒ Oh, and people of the Infernal know not to mess with you, even if Lei is not around because, even if the news of you fighting them won't reach Levi's ears, they will be crushed, because not only are you shy and cute and people have absolutely no reason to fight you, people have seen you fight Sruenil and that is enough to keep them away from fighting with you

♒ Levi and a few of his brother, the ladies now often stay on sidelines watching you fight people they hate because they know you can beat them and if you can't Levi is always right beside you to beat them to pulp and give you their skull as your boyfriend like a penguin gives it's mate a rock.

Asmodeus MorningStar

✿ Asmodeus is the type of demon who looks like he has never even understood the meaning of the word "Fight" and so people underestimate him, he grew up around Satan, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Lucifer and Mammon and his father is Zional MorningStar, he would at-least know how to commit eight murders without even being found!

✿ Of-course now, people know Asmodeus has a few lovers in the past and many regular flings, he's a demon of lust of devil's sake. So it wasn't quite a big deal when he started dating you, a cute and shy little thing, mostly people know how you actually are when angered, but Asmodeus didn't.

✿ Asmodeus/ Asmo or Deus, as people call him, did not learn of this thing as you never showed it infront of him, so he never guessed such a adorable little bean like you could fight like such a beast probably.

✿ Now most people figured, he was the one who fighting people who had eyes on either one of you, but it unfortunately wasn't, it was you and you tried to keep it like that because you didn't know what type of reaction Deus would have, you know it could either go down two lanes; him being disgusted and you being cancelled or him being supportive and letting you protect him from his creepy stalkers who were taking private photos and videos of him and his family.

Asmo sat in the cafeteria with his brothers chatting away, as Mammon and Beelzebub as usual helped him or did his make-up, while one of the other brother feeds him food, it was a regular thing and a bonding moment for the brothers, mostly Lucifer would help as well but he wasn't here, cause of a issue with "private photos and videos of the royal family" Lucifer seemed to be annoyed at this but reluctantly left, Myhilara and Isahine also chatting away helping each-other on studies as Odelia and Solielin were eating and maybe showing each-other how to make snacks from the huge amount of packaged snack given at the cafeteria. Aurmelle was gossiping with Deus as Mammon fed Beel and Asmo food while Beel did Asmo's make-up Belphegor sleeping on Odelia's lap, Aurelesia was also helping Belial, Lucifer and Diavolo (probably) in solving the issue, so she wasn't here. Rosealine, Leviathan and Raemous all playing on their Nintendos and drinking "Broken Skull" .

As everybody was doing their own things, everyone's phones started buzzing like crazy as Aurelesia entered the cafeteria and pulled Asmo out of the cafeteria, which made all the other MorningStars come-out and Aurelesia asked them question on where you were,

"When was the last time you saw Y/N?" Aurelesia asked hurriedly and concern painted on her face "Uhm, yesterday in the morning?" Asmo replied with doubt and confusion, as Lucifer also came running over his face white and pale and said,

"Y/N HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED!"

"WHAT?!" Asmo replied immediately with devastation and desperation,

Odelia immediately turned into her demon form and her eye's sclera turned black, she had always been protective and ever since she turned into a demon, she had been more protective than ever, you were a good friend and she immediately got to learn about everything according to your abduction, as others were also in their demon forms, all were angered and scared for you as some were around Xiokor interrogating the students to get clues, while Solielin was comforting Asmo as he tried to process the news of you being missing from yesterday afternoon...

After half-an hour, as Asmo was crying and hyperventilating when everybody gathered except Raemous and Beelzebub, as everyone patiently waited for them as the time ticked away everybody started getting impatient especially Lucifer. As everyone stayed there in quiet except Asmo's cries and heavy breaths. After a few moments, Raemous and Beelzebub came back, all tired and worried showing they couldn't find anything. As they were telling the emperor what they learnt the door flew off it's hinges as someone was thrown at the door. The person who bashed through the door ended up at Asmo's feet, they immediately scrambled to their feet, and bowed to Asmo's knees and apologized over and over..."Who are you?" Odelia asked the beaten up guy, turning into her demon form to protect in case of anything,

"He's the one who without any of your permission took private photos and videos and uploaded them to social media...." everyone turns their head to a familiar voice, as you entered the room dragging two other guys and throwing them near the royals' feet.

"APOLOGIZE TO THEM!" You demanded loudly, making the three guys scramble to their knees and shivers as their bow their heads to the floor apologizing over and over again, as their kept their heads down apologizing Asmo felt his blood boil as his demon form started to emerge, now before anyone could do anything, Asmo pounced on the men and for once Asmo scared everybody more than Belial, Lucifer or Diavolo...

Even after the three eldest and you tried holding Asmodeus back, it wasn't happening, until the late emperor knocked Asmodeus out and the three men were arrested...

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As Asmodeus woke up, in his pretty sunset orange mauve, pink and purple room with you beside him, you were sitting on the chair while leaning forward to hold his hand as you slept in the uncomfortable position, Asmo slowly cupped your face and gently slapped you in revenge for making him angry and worry, but careful as to not wake you. As he slowly calmed down and shook you awake. As you grumbled, rubbed your eyes, you wiped your face and yawned as you removed sleepiness from your system. You immediately became at his service, apologizing for behaving badly in front of him, asking him if he was okay, and letting him know what was going o around. Later as Myhilara walked through the hallway towards Asmo's room to check on his condition, what she was Beelzebub, Belphegor, Solielin, Isahine, Satan, and upon peeking inside Lucifer, Odelia, Zional, Ezoliana, Belial, Aurelesia, Aurmelle, Mammon, Raemous, Diavolo, Herverlia and many others taking photos of you and Asmo who were sleeping in each other's embrace very cozily. And GOD, it took Myhilara all the restrain in the world to not yell at the people for disturbing them...But guess they did look cute and they wouldn't mind some more blackmail photos, would they????

✿ Now that this has happened, prepared to be teased by him all the time, he will rile you up so you would be angry and then when you stop him he gets all pouty and tries to stop you from doing anything!

✿ Now you're a S/O of THE Asmodeus, the avatar of Lust and a royal, so you are quite famous and being famous includes being fashionable and dressing nice, I mean look at everyone in the MorningStar household or everyone from the MorningStar court, they're all wearing very fashionable clothing i very formal and lavish styles, and if you can't stay on top of trends, Asmo, Mammon, Aurmelle and Beelzebub, the fashionistas of the house are there. One thing they look for in your outfit, is cutesy and shy dressing style but one where you can easily beat up people! Cause it's free entertainment for them!

✿ Asmo is also really good at knife throwing and so he taught you to throw things so you could hit your targets even if they are running away from you, he mostly uses Leviathan as the target for throwing things like his make-up brush which is very heavy because it's made with some type of rare stone.

✿ He always patches you up and then he cuddles against you, and the medicine he uses though take up a long time to heal as compared to other medicines of Infernal, but other medicines have very heavy side effects and sometimes the bruises don't actually disappear and so Asmodeus's medicines does exactly that!

✿ He also finds you being able to fight despite your exterior especially sexy, don't ask why, he has also found it sexy when the person is the opposite of what they look like...

✿ Asmo would always cheer you on the sidelines when you fight and if they try to touch your face, they WILL face his wrath and nobody wants that in this world....

Belphegor MorningStar

◈ Belphegor is is the one who is most likely to date you, you're so nice and cute and shy and what not, he melts in your embrace and now most people wouldn't suspect anything form you two, probably....

◈ Belphegor honestly wouldn't expect things like fighting from you considering you're very shy and horribly sweet like candy, it's like he will get diabetes, it's okay, he likes that kindness and shyness. He honestly expects things like this from Mammon, Lucifer or Raemous's S/Os and so it's not very something people see coming...

◈ Belphegor is always ready to fight anyone who tries to hurt you and he does exactly that does not matter that he's the second youngest brother of the family, he will be beating people who do any funny stuff to you.

◈ Toxic best-friends, horrible family, rude barista, abusive relationships with anyone before, he is always there to take revenge for you, cause that's how my baby is with his S/O, he strives to make his S/O the most happiest person out there without thinking anything negative about themselves. And so honestly, it wasn't that you weren't able to fight, you just didn't because Belph fought people for you before you!

Belphegor was feeling your hands tightly wrap the bandages around his hands; on his knuckles, leaving his nimble and pretty fingers exposed as he stared at his twin, Beel chomping on something like always with one of his hands, tuning his guitar with his tail and his other hand. Solielin, Beel's girlfriend and one of your best friend, was being trained by him, she was lifting a shit ton of weight on her feet and as she did her headstand, her forearms shaking, Beel looked at her and smiling and then going back to whistling, tuning his guitar and eating.

Belphegor stood up sighing, slapping Beel's head, "She'e your girlfriend and she's getting tired, about time you life off some of the weight from her..." Belph said, smirking as Beel scoffed and pouted immediately stood up and lifted off all the weight as Solielin got back on her feet, smiling and thanking the twins. Belph, waved it off and gave her some water as Solielin sat beside you, Beel and Belph both going in one of the rings, when Solielin used magic to lift the very huge hammer and banged the huge gong.

The twins immediately lunged at each-other, as they fought, making sure not to hit on their face or private parts. As the twins fought, with intricate patterns of trying strike, kick, grapple and to hit each-other's pressure points as the other dodged, "It's a Indian martial fight, called Kalaripayattu." Solielin said as she smiled, you remember training this with her. "In this art-style people use their body to hit their opponents pressure point!!" You gave rest of the explanation while Solielin giggled as she brushed her hair behind her ears from her bun. Solielin always loves to teach something new to someone and you were always the one who listened to her. When she said she wanted to try kalaripayattu, because both her best-friend and her boyfriend and the royal men knew how to do it, she was super curious and she thought it would be a good way to let out steam, stress and anything that was bothering her, Kalaripayattu could be done by anyone, regardless of gender and age, but since she had no one to learn from, mainly cause she was so scared of telling the men that she had no previous experience in fighting, so she came to you because you knew how to fight and she asked you to train her and you both started training together!

Suddenly the deafening sound of the gong rang in the Siofra Hall. You and Solielin and the other royals who were in the Siofra Hall also covered their ears the sound causing a strong wind to disperse around the huge Hall, making both Beel and Belph tumble and thrown off balance, in middle of the fight.

As the wind dispersed, the sounds of laughter were heard from Lucifer and Mammon, as one of Diavolo's hand was glowing red as he used to magic to hit the gong. Diavolo smirking, watching the twins tumble off balance, as he apologized as Belph and Beel began their fighting again. Diavolo sat beside you, you three stood there and watched the twins fight, While Lucifer and Mammon fought in another ring.

As you stared intently, you thought about how strong Diavolo was to bang the gong so hard that a wind strong enough to knock a person off their feet when they're fighting..

"Well I'm quite strong and that's also because I train my magic quite often, but I lift the hammer on my own as well!" As if Diavolo said you were spooked out of your thoughts when you remembered that Diavolo can read human's minds. "Do you want to train with me a bit?? I can turn into a human for a few minutes while we fight as to not kill you!" Diavolo said as he tied his long red hair into a ponytail as he asked you with his black sclera eyes, gleaming a bit.

You nodded your head. As you, Solielin and Diavolo stood up as Solielin said, "Babe, I'm going upstairs to check the above rings for a bit!!" She told Beel who nodded his head in acknowledgement as he continued to fight and throw his twin brother across the ring. You, Solielin and Diavolo following you both, walked up the stairs and reached the rings on the above floor, there were two parts of Siofra hall, the downstairs part where around 14 rings were located and upstairs part where seven rings were located in front of the gong.

Diavolo in the beginning did stretches and exercises with you to warm-up, and then began teaching you both on how to sweep a person off their feet, literally, he taught you both on how to pick someone up and throw them with using least amount of energy and all that jazz. Until, Diavolo asked you to come to the ring with him as to how he could show you both how to throw someone off, he obviously wasn't gonna hurt you so he turned into a human for a few seconds, a human who wouldn't die if a hammer was dropped on their head. As you and Diavolo stood in the yellow part of the ring, you turned to look down at down stairs part, where Lucifer, Mammon, Belph and Beel weren't present anymore.

You thought, 'Hmm, they must be taking a break now, they have been fighting for a long time now!' when suddenly someone's hand was on your shoulder and as a reflect from your annoying bullies, enemies and fighting experience, you held the wrist of the person and hurled them into the gong which made a huge sound..As you hurled them, you saw their red eyes and realized that person was Diavolo, yet you couldn't stop his fall now and so out of surprise and fear you and Solielin yelled loudly. Diavolo banged into the gong, head first and slopped down as he let out a groan of pain. As you were about to go near Diavolo to apologize and help him, you were suddenly pulled into warm arms, as you were pushed into the person's shirt you smelled them and realized it was Belph.

"ARE YOU OKAY?!" Belphegor asked you with concern and worry written on his face as he cupped your cheeks and moved your head right and left to check for bruises, then he got down on his knees and checked everywhere else. As Beel checked up Solielin, Mammon was hiding his laugh as he and Lucifer helped up Diavolo, who was frozen. Lucifer tried to hide his laugh which he was good at, but he couldn't say the same for Mammon, who snorted every two seconds, Lucifer slapped him on the back of his head three times to stop..

Later as you were apologizing to a laughing Diavolo, who had already forgiven you, while Belphegor looked at that recording of you throwing Diavolo on repeat as he stared at the camera recording with heart-eyes like he was love-sick... It was really hot...

◈ Now the moment he saw you throw the literal creator of their realm, Diavolo across the room and on the end of the huge gong where he ended up crashing and making a dent into the metal gong, he realized he is probably like either a flightless mosquito who is trying to continuously bite you or a new born kitten to you....hopefully the latter..

◈ And now, you're constantly asked to spar with Lucifer, Diavolo, Mammon and basically everyone else to have fun around, if you're up for it actually, don't worry it's all in good fun you're a part of the MorningStar court family now!

◈ He will brushes around incense sticks around your head to bless you before a fight and then will slap your enemy and threaten them saying that if they hit your pretty face or neck or something happens, they will face him next and keep in mind, he doesn't forgive!

◈ Belphegor is always on the sidelines cheering you on and teaching you new ways to fight, always training you and training with you. You spar regularly with him, until he gets tired after three fights and wants to sit down then Beelze is the one whom you spar with on the regular!

◈ Belph is always waiting for you with a smile after a fight, he knows you'll win and if you don't, he on the sidelines eating his popcorn and soda, hell drop them in an instant and fight the person, does not matter who it, he will fight everyone, including his family and Diavolo, but he preferred if that didn't happen, he's very much loving of his family.

@dxmoness @roseadleyn @hmerus @achy-boo @crownxie @orlic1a @writerig @salvatvre @honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe @meow-meow-potato @meenasmagic @myearts-uwu (wanted to know if my OCs are good???)

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: implied noncon, break-up, toxic relationship, crazy ex-boyfriend, intrusive thoughts, anger issues

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about gamer boyfriend who doesn’t know what he has before it’s gone…

You told him you were leaving, but it didn’t dawn on him that’s what you’d meant. He was deep in-game—he couldn't pay attention to your whining. He figured you went out to the store or something, but later, after midnight, he realized he was hungry, and you were nowhere. Not in the kitchen making dinner, not in his bed sleeping, and not in the bathroom either. 

Did you go home? He wonders, standing alone in the dark, empty silence—feeling a little put off at the sight of his room—how even in the dim light, it’s a clear fucking mess. You usually tidy up a bit for him, but you hadn’t this time—no, there’s old underwear and socks everywhere, shirts and hoodies too, empty cans and pizza boxes. It’s a bit gross, actually, he admits while scratching his neck. 

The drawer he’d dedicated to you in his dresser is open and empty. Did you take everything to get it cleaned? You are a bit of a neat freak—unlike him. Suppose that would be something you’d do. Weird of you not to take any of his laundry as well, though.

Oh, well. He shoots you a “gn bby” on his phone, then collapses on his bed and falls asleep—smiles a bit as he does so—it’s nice not having you here to tell him to undress and go shower first. Yeah, you can be such a nag sometimes.

He wakes up late in the day. You’re not there. Usually, you come over to wake him with some breakfast. He checks his phone—you didn’t reply last night. It isn't that weird—you were probably already asleep at that point. But why didn’t you answer when you woke up? There’s no way you’re still asleep, right? 

Fuck, he’s hungry.

“gm,” he sends—contemplates asking you what’s up but doesn’t. You must be busy with something not to have checked your phone yet.

The entire day goes by, and you still don’t answer. He doesn’t take it too hard. But he won’t deny being a bit miffed.

It’s when three days go by that he’s well and truly confused. He’s sent you several texts at this point, even called you a few times, getting a little worried something had happened to you before he got the message that he’d been blocked. 

What the fuck’s going on with you?

He thinks back to the last time he saw you. What did you even say? He can’t remember. Something about being tired—something, something—I’m leaving.

He swallows thickly. No… No way, that’s what you meant, right? No, can’t be. You love him. You’re his pretty girlfriend. The one that comes with his food and later comes back for his bowl. The one that sucks his dick under his desk as he goes on a kill streak. The warm pillow he uses when he finally drags his bad posture to the bed and falls asleep.

No. Where the fuck are you? Are you sick or something? Yeah, must be, right? So delirious you’ve managed to block him somehow. You were probably only trying to call him back. You were never so tech-savvy—a fever must have worsened it. He should go to you. He can bring his pc. Or no, he can get you and bring you back here. Yeah, that would be easier.

He calls your roommate, tells her he’s coming, and asks her to let you know to get ready.

“What are you talking about?” she says through a piece of gum—her voice all dull as if bothered to have picked up the phone. Or, rather, she sounds a bit drunk. There’s music in the background. “Girl broke up with you, didn’t she?”

His blood runs cold at that. A lump forms in his throat—a thick, unmovable lump that makes him think he’s about to throw up. “N-no, she didn’t.”

“Hey!” she calls out, not to him, though—she’s covered the mic with her hand. He only hears the muted distortion of voices and bass through it before your roommate comes back to him. 

“Sorry—she’s telling me a different story,” she relays, popping her gum in his ear before sneering—or, at least, that’s what he pictures. “Honestly, how long did you think she was gonna put up with cleaning up after you anyway? I know I wouldn’t last half as long as she has.” The lump in his throat grows thicker, swelling up until it's choking him. “Anyway, good luck.”

She hangs up, and he drops his phone. There’s a crack as it hits the floor. And then something wet on his face. Something hot. Something searing as it tracks down his cheeks and drops off like acid onto the floor. 

What should he do? What do you want him to do? To tidy up? He can do that! He’s not some imbecile like your friend makes him out to be who can’t even do the basics of chores. Of course, he can! And so that’s what he does—hands shaking as he tidies. 

It feels foreign, and he’s not even sure where to start. And it quickly proves to be a lot worse than what he’d thought. Beyond stinky clothes and dirty dishes, there’s trash, rotten food, sticky surfaces, and other things he can’t even put a name to. It’s gross, actually. Downright disgusting. How long’s it been like this?

Even after everything’s put in order, there’s a smell that lingers and no end to the dust he has to clean—cringing at the little insects that come crawling out of their hiding spots. Geez—has it really been this bad?

He falls asleep on the floor at some point—having completely forgotten to eat—then wakes up feeling awful the next day. The kitchen is barren, and so he orders take-out. Eats and then goes back to cleaning. There’s still a lot left.

It’s barely recognizable once he’s done. Nice and bright and tidy and clean. There’s a sum of a dozen large black trash bags in the hallway he needs to take out, but other than that, everything’s perfect—perfectly presentable to have you come over again.

Still, he gives it a couple of days. He knows you. You’re going to change your mind. You’re too sweet to be breaking up with him. Too nice. You wouldn’t just leave him, not like this. Yeah, you’re only trying to teach him a lesson—after a while, you’ll come back on your own. You’ll be ecstatic over what he’s done with the place—apologetic even as you tell him you were wrong about him—and then everything will go back to normal. Make-up sex and everything. 

But you don’t. No. You’re nowhere to be seen or found—even after a week’s passed. You’re still gone. And he’s starting to believe you might just be gone for real.

No. He sees what this is. You’re waiting for the grand gesture, aren’t you? He never knew you could be so petty—but it’s actually kind of cute. Fine then. He’ll play along—come crawling to you on his hands and knees with the best apology you’ve ever heard. And then you can end this whole thing.

And so he finds himself at your place, pressing the buzzer, not knowing if he’s catching you at home—if not, he’ll just try again tomorrow, and so on until he does. He hears someone at the other side of the door—they must be looking at him through the peephole. It takes a while before the locks click and open.

“Hey…”

It’s you. 

“Hi,” he smiles in return, happy to see you. He’s been so nervous, but somehow, your face and voice are enough to calm him down.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

Oh, of course. You weren’t expecting him. Still, it feels weird of you not to gush happily over the surprise and rush him inside. It’s not every day he goes outside—you should be a little impressed.

But no, of course, you’re playing the part of fed-up girlfriend—acting hard-to-get. He’s got you—he’ll play his part, so don’t worry.

“I wanted to apologize,” he announces. “I haven’t been a good boyfriend—I see that now. But I’ll be better from now on, I promise—come over, and I’ll prove it to you.”

As far as apologies and promises go, he thinks that sounded pretty smooth—not too desperate, not too demanding. Pretty slick, if he can say so himself.

And so, why aren’t you smiling? He can understand being nervous—so is he—but why do you look guilty?

“That’s really nice. And… I’m really happy you’re looking better. But…” you start, and his gut’s already wrenching. “I think you need more time for yourself to just… enjoy what it’s like to be independent, you know?” 

No, he doesn’t know. What are you saying? And why are you holding onto the doorknob like that? Holding it steady as if you’re planning to shut it as soon as you can—why?

“Thanks for stopping by. It was nice seeing you—it really was. Take care of yourself, okay?”

It’s shutting—his plans—disappearing right before his face. He knows he isn’t owed a second shot, but this isn’t fair. You can’t be serious—are you?

“What? No, wait—” He stops you, weighing his own hand on the door, keeping it open. “Listen, I’m good now. I’ve pulled it together, you’ll see—I’ll come in, and we’ll talk about it.”

You resist, using both hands to almost push the door back on him. “I have company, so—”

“What’s up?” another voice announces himself—deep and presentful. He comes into view behind you—taller than you, taller than him—looking down his nose at him with a raised brow. “Who’s this?”

You look a bit panicked—no, embarrassed. “Oh, uhm—”

Why are you embarrassed? “Who’s that?” The bitterness in his voice surprises even himself—loaded with the same type of spite he seethes with when players use cheats to win.

“He’s an old friend, but he was just leaving,” you say, but you’re not speaking to him. No, you stroke a hand over the guy’s broad chest, looking up at him apologetically before turning back to him again, voice strict in a way he’s never heard, “Bye.”

“But—”

You shut the door. On him. In his face. 

His skin crawls—goosefleshed and chilled. Was that a date? No, right? You have a brother, don’t you? Yes, must be. No way you’re dating. There’s no way, right? It’s only been a week… no way you’ve moved on in only a week, right?

You looked really nice—wearing that sweet blouse with all the little bows and that cute little skirt you’d always wear out on dates. Damn, when was the last time the two of you went on a date? Must be months ago, if he can’t even remember. 

Come to think of it, the two of you would always have sex when you wore that skirt. Yeah, it’s your fuck-me-skirt. Are you going to fuck this guy too now? On the first date? Is it your first date? No, probably not—who has their first date at home? That’s more like a third or even fourth or fifth date, right? Were you dating him while the two of you were still together? Have you been cheating on him all this time? Laughing at him behind his back—talking shit with your bitch-roommate? About what a pathetic loser he is? About how he’s a slob who can’t take care of himself? How he needs you? Have you!?

He shouldn't be texting you all this from a random number. He knows that, but the full realization doesn’t dawn on him before it’s too late, and he’s sent you over a hundred messages, some small and others at such a length they take up more than what the screen allows. What the fuck’s he doing? He’d bought the new sim so that he could contact you in an emergency, not to spam you with accusations like some crazy ex. 

He starts deleting them—in some desperate wishful thinking, with the hope you wouldn’t see them, but then the dotted line starts beating, jumping in taunt. His eyes are wide as he stares at it, holding his breath. Ten seconds pass before it disappears—no message sent.

You blocked him again. And he can’t blame you.

And yet, he can’t let you go, either. 

He spends the first few weeks hauled up at home—his flat becoming as trashed as ever as he doomscrolls all your socials through a fake account. You’ve deleted all the pictures of him—even the ones of yourself when you’ve been with him. There’s no evidence the two of you were even dating.

How could you do this? How could you erase him like this?

He has questions, and he needs answers. You can’t just do this—the two of you haven’t even had the talk—he hasn’t even got to say his side yet!

He just wants to talk to you—why won’t you let him? He just wants you to hear him out. He deserves that much. But since you’re not giving him any option of contacting you, he’s had to resort to medieval methods—lurking outside your apartment like some creep, eyes peeled on your building’s entrance, waiting for you to show.

He’s there for hours, patiently—refusing to go home—thinking he’ll be there all night if he has to.

But then there you are—coming out of the complex, stepping down the alley, dressed all nice for the night. You seem to be in a hurry—are you on your way to another date? Well, wherever you’re going and whoever you’re meeting, they can wait.

“I need to talk—” he doesn’t get the words out.

You’d noticed him following you and tried to out-pace him—make him lose interest. But the area your flat’s situated in is a sketchy one—at least for girls, and you’d made the decision long ago that you’d never walk outside unprepared. And so, as soon as feeling the stranger's hand on your arm, you whip around to maze him right in the face.

“Argh!” he screeches and stumbles back, hands covering his eyes. “Fuck—ow-fuckin’dammit, shit—what the fuck did you do that for? Fuck—”

You were going to make a run for it, but the familiar voice has you halt—wait a minute…

You call his name, and sure enough, it’s him who looks up at you through the teary redness of your pepper spray assault. 

“Oh my god, shit—I’m so sorry—I thought you were a—” you stop yourself. “Fuck—never mind. Come—” You link his arm with yours and lead him back inside the apartment you just left. “I’ll help you rinse—I’m so sorry.”

You rush him to the bathroom, seating him atop the toilet lid as you wet a cloth and start soaking his face.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see it was you—” you apologize again. “Are your eyes okay?”

“Not really,” he hisses through clenched teeth, though steals himself soon after. “But they're getting better…”

His face unswells after a good thirty minutes, after which he’s able to keep his eyes open again—sore and no doubt bloodshot, yet fine, if not for that. You’ve moved him into the living room instead, having done what you could to rinse off your attack—having provided him with an apologetic glass of water. Now sitting with him, waiting for the effects to wear off.

It feels nice to be with you again despite the circumstances—but it’s awkward how you don’t speak.

“You look nice,” he says—trying to break the tension. It’s not as if the two of you are strangers, and so you shouldn’t act like it.

“Oh, I’m going to a party—roomie’s already there, so…” you say, sitting at the edge of your seat. “If you’re okay, I should probably head out… soon.”

A silence fills his head, as well as the room—a heavy stillness before a single word leaves him. “What?” His face sinks—part confusion, part offense, and something else—something that makes his voice come out accusatory and outraged, “You maze me in the face, and you’re just gonna fuck off to a party?”

Your eyes widen.“Well… it’s—”

“No—what the fuck?” He stands abruptly. His head’s so empty except for the blinding darkness slowly overtaking it—leaving him feeling boiling and all but nuclear. “That’s all I get? Are you fucking serious?” He’s shouting now—and then he’s on you, with one hand fisting your pretty dress and another around your throat. “First, you dump me without warning, assault me like some maniac, give me a lousy apology, and then tell me to fuck off? What the fuck’s wrong with you?”

You splutter his name and push, but it’s like fighting a wall.

“Where are you actually going dressed like that, huh? What’s so fucking important? Is it another date? What, with that same oaf I saw here last time? Or is it someone new already? I know how flighty you can be. I mean, fuck, I knew you were a little freaky, but I didn’t know I was dating a fucking slut!”

His strength comes as a complete and utter devastating shock. You’d think sitting in a chair all day would make any muscle obsolete—but the hands holding you don’t right now is more than anything you could hope to fight against.

“Stop! Get off me—” you cry, thrashing hopelessly as he lifts your dress and rips your lace panty down your thighs. 

A growl in his voice and nothing but rage on his face.

“If anyone can get it—I might as well help myself.”

♡ INSPO

♡ BNHA – Shigaraki, Dabi, Denki, Kirishima ♡ BLLK – Nagi

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[ozzgin]

hear me out...

yandere prison..

runs normally, but the warden hired very specific people

and you just got falsely accused of a heinous crime

Yandere!Prison x Reader

A few years back I actually wanted to make a dating sim with a similar premise! So I might just redraw my old cover and recycle the characters, haha. content: gender neutral reader, violence

You've been accused of a crime you didn't commit. Even worse, you were speedily shipped to a maximum-security prison, despite your horror and your desperate protests. Your lawyers are scrambling to get you out as soon as possible, but it's not a guarantee.

You thought you'd be killed within the first moments after arriving. The three men you're sharing a cell with, however, turned out to be reasonable enough. Unexpectedly so.

The blonde one greeted you with a wide, merry smile. He's the friendliest of the bunch, despite his heavily scarred features. One of them seems to wear a mask at all times, and he doesn't speak much. The last one is polite, though he keeps his distance. His answers are curt and to the point.

You quickly noticed that all other inmates avoid you religiously. The tables empty when you put down your lunch tray, and during breaktime the yard fluctuates with people migrating to whatever corner is farthest away from you.

Today, you finally found out why: one of the prisoners happened to bump into you, and he promptly fell to his knees, begging you to not mention it to your cellmates. You are apparently sleeping next to the leaders of the biggest gang around. Even the guards are terrified to approach them the wrong way; the last one to do so was placed on permanent medical leave.

And yet, they are nice to you. In fact, you'd go as far as to say they're strangely protective of you, always looking out for your safety and hovering in your vicinity like trained dogs.

On your way back, you find the inmate who pleaded for your silence; his head nearly cracked open, held against the bathroom sink by your beloved blonde bunkie.

"Oops! You weren't supposed to see this," he laughs awkwardly. "Why don't you return to our room? I'll join you in a moment."

He flashes you his usual smile, innocent and somewhat silly. This time it appears particularly eerie, given it's stained by fresh splatters of blood.

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" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

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PART SIX. the finale

Basement Dweller

hey guys :') sorry for the long pause between the series. I needed this to be PERFECT, so I kept rewriting it BUT IM BACK!! THE MYTH THE MAN THE LEGEND.

TW: DARK, GORE DESCRIPTIONS, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS/ATTACHMENTS/BEHAVIORS, DEATH. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION ☝️‼️

everything was dark... the ground beneath me felt damp... the air was thick and humid.

where am I.

the air smelt strangely familiar. the ground felt like something so familiar, as though I forgot it with the pass of time. almost like a childhood memory that you don't realize you've lost until something brings you back.

deep down. I knew what this was. but I didn't have the strength to admit it. this was the place I'd broken many bones, pleaded for my life, and countless other traumatic events that I'd tried my best to never think about again. the one place I'd never wanted to return.

The basement.

this damned basement made my nostrils burn, but that was always part of the punishment. the fumes from the chloroform on the other side of the room were supposed to slowly lull you into sickly submission. like a dog being drugged with a sedative, but then again, that's all I was to Declan. A dog.

I felt a burn in my hands, similar to the feeling when you fall on concrete. just as I took in a sharp breath from the pain, I heard a gasp from a couple feet away.

"SAM! you're awake!! thank God... I was so worried.. I was worried he'd hurt you too bad... I'm sorry I couldn't do much for the wounds. they might still burn from the alcohol I used to clean them. it was the only thing I could find"

"can you sit up Sam? I hate to rush you but... I feel our situation might be a bit urgent. as much as I want you to rest, you're the only one who knows this basement, and how to escape"

"..Nate? Quincy? .....how did he?... how did he manage to get all three of us?.. I mean, we had alarms all over the house.. how did he even get in?"

silence overtook the room for a moment as I grunted and tried my best to slowly sit up, the effects of a sleeping drug obviously wearing me down as I tried to regain my senses. something was different about the basement. none of us were chained up? we were moving freely. the doses he gave us obviously weren't strong enough to keep us under for long enough to kill us. what the hell is Declan planning to do.

As I sat up, slowly rising to my feet, I saw Quincy looking at me, the guilt was obvious on his face. he was hiding something.

"I'm so sorry guys... I thought... I mean... he told me he was getting help... he said he just wanted to apologize, he promised!!"

a low voice spoke from behind all of us. "I do just want to talk.. I want you back Sam... we deserve to be together.. and I'll do anything to get you back. Anything."

it was Declan, and he had a small hatchet in his hand. MY hatchet.

I tried my best to stand in front of Nate but by the time I had, it was too late, and I was too weak. He knocked Nate down with the butt of the hatchet. knocking me on my ass in the process. Quincy stood to the side, he looked horrified. As if he was frozen in fear. I tried my best to sit up, but I knew I couldn't. my body was still weak, still recovering from the drugs injected into us.

"it doesn't have to end like this Sam. I'll let you all go.. all you have to do is come back .home... we can all go back to our normal lives.... isn't that what you want? to be back with ME. your SOULMATE"

"you were never my soulmate. you never cared for me Declan. now stop this!"

"I LOVED you. I CARED for you."

".....what was my favorite color... if you can answer.. I'll come home. back to you. but if you get it wrong. You have to let us go. deal?"

"deal. Its red. You have it everywhere, its all over your outfits. Its red."

Declans boot was on top of Nates chest. Stepping down lightly, even so, Nate coughed up an answer as he stare at Declan from beneath his boot.

"His favorite color is yellow. Mustard yellow... *cough* mustard like the bottle, not the liquid."

"what?.... no, no that cant be right?...I know Sam more then ANYONE! you're lying. I know Sam. I love Sam."

"no you don't Declan. you don't know me. you've never known me."

Declan began to open his mouth, but before he could get any words out, a loud bang rung through the room, bouncing off every wall. he gasped and gripped his chest. four more loud bangs were heard, long with shouts and the sounds of several sets of boots stomping through the house. Austin had almost literally shot him in the back. Declan was shot multiple times before his body slumped to the floor. Austin was panting, struck in fear by his own actions. standing behind Declan, with a police force gun in his hands. and several swat members, running into the room, flashlights blaring into our eyes as they took us out of the house one by one.

Austin had killed Declan...

we were all sitting outside the police station. the situation was almost unbelievable. it felt like some silly child's nightmare, and to me, it was my nightmare, but I couldn't focus on myself for long, I knew Quincy needed me. I draped a small blanket over where he sat, unmoving, staring at the floor. as if not even God could draw so much as a twitch from him, and the worst part was, I could understand exactly how he felt. so much had happened tonight.

Austin told all of us that he was an undercover detective on Declans case. He had sneaking suspicion that all the missing chemicals in the hospital were from Declan, the only guard with access but without solid proof he couldn't prove anything. so he went undercover. gathering information until he could put him behind bars.

after a short while, Nate walked out of the station, waving goodbye to Austin, his keys jingling in his pocket as he walked towards us... I hoped he had more encouraging words for Quincy because currently, I wasn't much better off, and was in no position to give an inspirational speech. Nate wasn't good at speeches, but his next words at least made Quincy nod his head, which was a big accomplishment at the moment.

"Mcdonalds?"

[kachowden]

This was gonna have more to it but I got impatient 🙈❤️❤️ a little sketchy sketch of the gorgeous perfect amazing sexy elf on the right is Silas who belongs to @meo-eiru and the one on the left is Armaros(Aros) who is my little drow boy ❤️❤️🫶✨ and I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

(update: TUMBLR STOP RUINING THE QUALITY)