#yandere pentagon

[ashleygraves-number1defender]

have not spoken to my girlfriend in 12 hours. i think i might be dying.

how do people function alone where is the second half of my soul ahhhhhhh

[aventurineswife]

Reblogging since I can't put more tags in the original post

hear me out!

Reader was in a relationship with aventurine and Dr. Ratio, BUT! It was like Aventurine and Rayio liked eachother more than they liked the reader!

You following along?

Good! Cause I'm not done!

THEN! Reader goes to bar gets a little tipsy (read as drunk) and ends up venting their sadness and frustration to kind strangers willing to listen! (Aka Argenti and Boothill!) Things end up almost getting, suggestive to say the least before reader ends up stopping any more advances and leaves, little does reader know that her encounter with Argenti and Boothill would leave them desperate for more...

(Basicaly Yandere poly Argenti and Boothill x Reader)

And, this is just something else I wanted to say but what if Aventurine and Ratio notice reader kinda drifting away, ad they notice that reader is starting to make more friends and reader starts trying to spend less time with them? Maybe somehow they findout Argenti and Boothill are obsessed with reader? I see Aventurine and Dr. Ratio being possessive of things or people they consider "theirs" and slowly they start becoming as obsessive as Boothill and Argenti and now reader has 2 couples vying for her attention!

( I totally understand if this is to much or confusing!)

“I Wanna Make You Mine”

Summary: You are in a relationship with Aventurine and Ratio, but you began to feel like an afterthought as your partners’ interest in each other overshadows your bond. One night, seeking solace and a brief escape from your lonely frustrations, you meet two enigmatic strangers at a bar—Argenti and Boothill. Both quickly become captivated by you, their admiration bordering on obsession. You find yourself ensnared in a dangerous game of affection and desire, with each group willing to do whatever it takes to win your undivided attention. The question is; Who are you going to be choosing?

Tags: Aventurine x Reader x Ratio, Argenti x Reader x Boothill, Polyamory, Not really a love triangle since you pulled 4 men/Love pentagon, Jealousy & Possessiveness, Yandere Themes, Slow Burn Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Longing, Light Drunkenness, Obsessive Behaviour, Emotional Tension, Emotional Angst, Slight Cheating Behaviour.

Warnings: Possessive and Obsessive Behaviour, Light Alcohol Use, Yandere Themes, Emotional Distress, Do not try this at home or think this is cute and all. This is fictional.

A/N: DON'T WORRY ANON I UNDERSTOOD YOUR REQ!! 🤭 THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR LIKE POLYAMORY RELATIONSHIP (SO DON'T COME AFTER ME IF I DID SOMETHING WRONG!!) AND YANDERE SOMETHING! �� I personally don't ship anyone in HSR but for the sake of this fic, they're being shipped.

In the dim glow of a hazy bar, the soft clinking of glasses and murmurs filled the air as you downed your third drink. The evening had started with only a desire to escape the gnawing ache that Aventurine and Ratio had unwittingly left in your heart. For so long, you had been the third in your relationship, watching the connection between them bloom far more intensely than their affection for you. It was hard to pinpoint when exactly you began to feel this way, but tonight, the loneliness finally hit.

You sighed, stirring your drink absentmindedly, lost in thought until a warm voice cut through the fog of your mind.

“Are you alright?” Looking up, you were met with the striking gaze of a man with fiery red hair and green eyes that sparkled with curiosity and concern.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine...” you muttered, masking your sadness with a weak smile. But even before the words left your mouth, you knew they were unconvincing.

“Ah, doesn’t look like it to me.” drawled another voice from beside you. Turning, you found yourself facing a man who looked like he walked straight out of a rugged holo-western. He had a silver gleam in his eye and a smirk that promised trouble, yet there was something comforting in his casual demeanor.

They introduced themselves—Argenti, the knightly-looking redhead, and Boothill, the roguish gunslinger. They struck an odd pair, yet somehow, they both seemed genuinely concerned. That genuine concern, however small, was enough to tug open the lock on the emotions you’d been bottling up.

“I just feel like… no matter how much I try, I’m always a shadow between them,” you confessed, the alcohol loosening your words. “It’s like I’m just… there. I know they love me, but sometimes, it feels like they’re happier with each other.”

Argenti’s gaze softened as he leaned closer, his voice rich and sincere. “A soul like yours deserves to be cherished, never neglected,” he said, his tone filled with a quiet reverence. “I see a light in you, something so rare and beautiful. Anyone who fails to treasure it is unworthy of your heart.”

Boothill leaned in with a sly grin, his eyes flickering with something darker. “If they can’t see what they have, then maybe you’re wastin’ your time on ‘em.”

The warmth of their words and the way they leaned closer, as if drawn to you, sent a flutter through your heart. It had been so long since anyone looked at you like that—with full, unbridled interest.

His hand moved gently to the small of your back, his touch radiating warmth. “Allow us to show you what it means to be honored—to be loved without restraint.”

His words lingered in the air, weighted with a knightly promise. You felt your pulse quicken at his sincerity, yet even through the comfort of his presence, something held you back.

The heat in his touch and Boothill’s gaze made your heart pound faster, and for a dizzying moment, you felt tempted. But, catching yourself, you pulled back, gathering the scraps of your resolve. “I… I can’t. Not like this,” you stammered, stumbling up from the table. “Thanks, but… I need some air.”

You barely noticed their longing stares as you left, desperate to clear your mind, unaware of the yearning spark you had ignited in both men.

Days passed, and you tried to shake off that night. But a strange unease began settling over you. Everywhere you went, you could feel eyes on you. Argenti’s soft, almost reverent gaze in places he couldn’t possibly be; Boothill’s devilish grin, catching you in your peripheral vision even when he wasn’t there. As if they were everywhere, waiting.

The more you found yourself in their orbit, the more their obsession seemed to grow. Argenti, once chivalrous, was now desperate for every glance, every smile you gave. Boothill, once a lighthearted scoundrel, grew possessive, his words laced with dark promises of keeping you safe… from anyone who dared come between you.

Your time with Aventurine and Ratio was no longer as comforting as it once was, either. They sensed the shift in you. Aventurine’s charming smile had faded into something sharp, his eyes assessing as he caught sight of Argenti and Boothill’s names in your messages. Ratio’s typical aloofness twisted into jealousy, his usual intellectual grace tempered by a fiercer intensity.

One evening, as you arrived home, you found Aventurine and Ratio waiting. Ratio was seated calmly, but his piercing gaze was anything but passive. Aventurine leaned casually against the wall, his fingers twitching as if he longed to reach out to you—or hold onto you, tightly.

“We’ve been worried,” Aventurine said with a soft smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Ratio inclined his head slightly, his eyes narrowing. “Tell me, have you… made some new friends?”

The question caught you off guard, and you stammered out a response. But their knowing expressions only confirmed the suspicion that had been growing in both of them.

That night, they wouldn’t let you go. Aventurine’s once-teasing nature had turned possessive, his charming smile a mask for the tension simmering beneath. Ratio was no different, wrapping his arm around you, his touch firmer than usual, as if reminding you that you belonged to them. They held you close, more than ever before, but their embrace now felt like a cage, one you couldn’t escape.

And just as you thought you had nowhere to turn, there came a knock on the door. The sound was calm, persistent, carrying a strange sense of finality.

You didn’t need to open it to know who it was. The question that burned in your mind wasn’t if it was Argenti and Boothill waiting outside. It was what they would do now that they had come for you. And with Aventurine and Ratio on the other side, waiting to stake their claim, you realized you were caught in a game where escape might be impossible.

The question was: who would be the first to make their move?

Don't ask for part 2 💀

[gremlingottoosilly]

Lovefool [dark!Konig x fem!Reader]

Konig gets to secure a little trophy from the battlefield. Hope you're in for a ride.

!TW! Kidnapping, Yandere themes, Dub-con, dark!Konig

Tags: Yandere, Dark Romance, colonel!Konig, dark!Konig, Size kink, Age gap(Konig in his thirties and Reader is in her twenties), Stockholm syndrome speedrun, Konig is a huge pervert, submissive Reader

You never knew who he was before he attacked.

Your teammates did – whisperers about KorTac getting on their tails, stories about their crazy psycho commander who could barely pass a word to his subordinates while smacking heads off trained men in full armor. Spooky tails for the recruits who refuse to train in their free time – something about “If you aren’t getting in shape by the end of the month, König is going to get you”.

You never knew who he was – you barely knew the organization you worked in.

Cyber security, lowly private military. They are hiring based on CV alone and didn’t ask for a fancy college and a few degrees in hacking that you could never get. They wanted experience, and you had at least a bit of it – you passed through basic training, never serving in the military before, but fine with promises of never actually going out in the field since you would be giving them intel and cyber support from the sidelines.

Well, they never told you that “the sidelines” would be 100 meters away from the actual battlefield.

You don’t even remember what the mission was about – something important, you guess, because they asked you to be here, on sight, computer in hand, and your comrades, with whom you barely talked outside of work, alongside you. Something about weapon smuggling, though you never actually understood if you were stopping it or doing it. Working in the middle of the European Union pays a lot, and it sort of counts as free travel – you’re somewhere in Germany, maybe on the border with Poland or Austria or Czech Republic. Nothing but fields of grass and occasional mountains. They gave you a riffle, a sidearm, and instructions to try not to get too wounded since they wouldn’t be dragging your body out of the field. S[read sheet with intel opened on your computer – you’re not their secretary, but at least they don’t want you to hack the Pentagon.

You heard screams from your tent: “KorTac”, “Compromised”

“König”

What was the weirdest thing – he was alone. A single man shouldn’t be able to take on a team of trained mercs, even as lowly as your company was. You all had weapons, armor, and means of at least taking him down as a group – and you were like a bunch of babies with toy guns on the playground when a pitbull came in.

Your leader fell first – you saw his head explode with a perfect shot right between his eyes. no one screamed sniper, but you still ducked under the field table, hoping that it would save you a few minutes of peace before you’d manage to delete all of the important files from your laptop. This was the protocol – if you are in the middle of dying, you need to first make sure that the enemy won’t get a hold of precious company correspondence and deeply personal photos of your cat.

You leaned forward to see what was happening on the field – you heard screams, you heard gunshots, you heard…

Laugh.

Deep, loud, the laugh that sounded both malicious and cheerful at the same time. It sounded like the man had a field day of breaking necks and stabbing his teammates. You've never seen so much blood on someone. You wish you never had.

Your teammates are falling like porcelain dolls when the elephant hits the kitchen, and you are trying your best to be a good little hacker and not let your company down before your inevitable demise. Turning on your laptop, waiting for whatever ancient version of Windows you had since the budget was mostly going into flashy guns and cool night vision headsets, you are getting ready to format all the disks when….

“The Windows update is in the process. Please, wait approximately 9 hours to complete”

Oh, hell no. You are not going to wait another 9 hours, you could barely survive for the next 9 minutes! Of course, naturally, obviously, you can just turn off the computer and get it off work because the files will get fried up and it won’t turn on again, ever. Which would still complete your goals, so…

— Come on, please…f-fuck, please, just let me…

“As a method of complete data loss prevention, Windows has disabled the ability to manually turn off your computer. Please, wait approximately 9 hours to complete”

— Found you, Maus.

Something – a hand, big, covered in the type of protection you never saw on your fellow soldiers – yanked your ankle, dragging you from under the table you were hiding under. The air stinks of blood and you involuntarily whimper, hands are going to grab the laptop. You need to smash it, destroy it, maybe just drop it hard enough on the floor, push it against the wall, and try your best to kick it enough to damage the disk and prevent KorTac from accessing the files.

The guy steps on your hand, taking the laptop away. You swear to god you hear a crack – you prayed that he would accidentally smash the laptop, but it was your hand under his boot.

— Hurts? Good.

You whimper as he carefully puts the laptop away, checking if it’s still working. He then returns to you – laying on the floor, fingers still shaking in pain, and attempts to grasp for the computer that was snatched away. There is nothing you can do – you have a gun, yes, and he has at least three guns and deadly man-bear hands, so even if you were fast enough to draw a gun before he would, he can just kick you like a puppy.

König – it’s him, it must be him, your teammates were screaming his callsign and talking about a devil who wears a sniper hood and has the height of a not very small tree – kicks you in the ribs, turning you from the side to your back, facing him. If you were stronger, you would do something cool – bite his ankles, for example. Or spit in his face as the last remaining tip of your dignity, before he would kill you or torture you or feast on your flesh.

— Verdammte Feiglinge, can’t even face your death like a man. Look at me, ja?

Crying isn’t a shameful thing to do. So, you cry. Soft little whimpers, sniffles, you are probably looking wet and disgusting, but you hurt, scared, and fucking tired and you want out of here, and you never actually wanted to be a soldier, and they all lied to you while promising to keep you out of the field, and this uniform is horrible, and you feel your tears soaking the half of bandana you were using as a face mask and…

He snatches the mask from your face. Look you in the eyes for long enough to make your whimpers even more audible. You can swear to god that his pupils were dilated. That his hands were shaking. You could see his eyes getting scrunched in that particular way that their owner is smiling – sincerely, openly, from the bottom of his heart.

— Please…p-please, be fast, I don’t know anything, I will…I won’t, I…

Rough, calloused hand goes to cup your face. The material of his glove is tough and soaked in blood as he smears it on your cheek, your fingers are going to wipe away the tears – you don’t understand what’s happening and you are even more scared, and your mouth is twitching in a terrified grimace. He pushes the tip of his finger into your mouth, making you suck on the blood and dirt of the fabric. You think you are going to throw up.

— Quiet.

You don’t understand why he didn’t kill you yet. He is touching your face, slowly, his one hand is enough to cover your entire head and you’re sure that if he’d want to just squish your brain like a rotten cabbage, he could just fine. He pushes his finger even deeper in your mouth and you lick it involuntarily because this is an intrusion and you have the brain of a two-year-old who sees the world through their ability to devour things, and his pupils dilate even more. He looks at your frown, your tears, and your lips wrapped around his finger.

He yanks you on your feet embarrassingly easy.

— You’re a hacker?

You blink a few times. Now, the protocol is that no, you can’t state who you are, If he knows that you are a hacker, he can take you away for interrogation, maybe torture you for passwords and the intel on your company, and being tortured isn’t something on your monthly calendar. Now, the protocol also states that you have to be able to die for your company, and…

He grabs your neck, lifting you – surprisingly gently, softly even, a hand supports your waist so you won’t be able to either kick him or get choked to death because of his grip.

— Answer me, Maus. I might have a reason to let you live.

You do want to live. Maybe not long, definitely not until you’re 100 years old with dozens of grandchildren, but being able to live past the next few hours and then days and then weeks does sound incredible.

— Y…yes. I’m a cyber security specialist.

He squeezes your neck more. Pushes you up, making you cough in your grip. You never experienced anything like this before – never had a guy strong enough to handle you like this. It would look cool from the side, probably – like something from a videogame. It would look hot in the porn, probably, if it was consensual and happening between two passionate lovers.

But you are his enemy, and he is yours – cold blue eyes peering right into yours. He is looking at you like a piece of meat, and not even in the lustful, hungry way. He looks like a butcher in front of a very good beef cut, thinking about where should he sink his knife to get the best steaks. A hunter standing over the wounded deer, thinking if he wants your head above his fireplace or taxidermy your whole body as a wicked trophy.

— Didn’t know they’d allowed someone so fucking small in the field.

You can swear to god that you saw him smile, under this hood. You can’t see his face, obviously, only the blood-soaked fabric and his eyes, but something still tells you that he is smiling. Enjoying your attempts to escape, maybe – you tried to kick him a few times, producing a deep, amused chuckle from his lips. He holds you so easily like you are nothing but a sweet little kitten. You might not be as big as him, but he still shouldn’t be able to lift a grown woman in full gear with just one hand. Right?

— I’m not…not s-small.

You don’t have much fight left in you. You are on the verge of just asking him to kill you, to be honest, your neck hurts and the pain spreading from your fingers pulsates and transforms. You hope they are not broken – even though you understand that your chances to live past these few minutes are very slim. Even your usual snark is lost, forbidden in the hands of a giant who likes to play with his food.

You do feel like a mouse – in a way that you would die under his boot very soon.

He – König, monster, colonel, fucking deadly mercenary – chuckles again. You can get used to this sound. Melodic almost, in a way that most alarms are melodic while telling you about inevitable catastrophe.

— Kleine verfickte Maus. Ich wette, dass du auch ganz eng bist.

He is laughing, again. Laughing and chuckling and you can’t take it anymore because he is so obviously stronger than you, it’s not fair. You want to put your foot on the ground and tap it like a spoiled brat, like a baby on the playground whining for their mom to take them home because other kids don’t want to play by their rules. The difference in skill is so obvious, that you aren’t even able to put on some sort of fight.

— Wh…I don’t speak German.

Your other hand – the one that didn’t get squished under his boot – goes to scratch his arm. Maybe put up enough struggle that he would accidentally let you fall right from his grasp. He doesn’t react and you feel hopeless. Weak, useless, you remember all the times you decided to miss training so you could just chill in the lounge with other rookies or do something on your computer.

— You will, Maus.

Then, there is only darkness.

***

You woke up…somewhere.

Come to think of it, it wasn’t the first time you woke up. You remember opening your eyes, feeling the vibrations under your cheek, hearing the noises of a car or other vehicle moving fast. Too fast for your already spinning head and stomach – you don’t remember if you were coughing or vomiting, but the movement wasn’t stopping to ever let you breathe. You were being transported somewhere, without a chance of knowing where you were heading. At least now, when you get to the final, as you think at least, destination, you’re clean.

As much as someone tied up to a chair somewhere that reminds you of a basement can be.

You’re stripped of your weapons obviously – not like you had a chance to use them anyway. Your hands are tied behind your back, your legs are bound to a chair, and your tragic lack of clothes is…more evident than you wanted it to be. At least you still have your underwear on – it still didn’t make the situation better. He saw you naked, completely, and he might do god knows what with you now.

Although you have some feelings about what he can do with a weak enemy hacker, half-naked and tied up in a secure place.

You would panic, but it requires energy. A resource that you don’t have right now.

— You woke up. Gut. Started to think I went too much again.

His accent is weird, you think. The thought only occurs to you now, when you can hear him more clearly while not being that afraid of getting out of this alive. His voice is weirdly calm for someone of his size – you want to think of gentle giants but this man is far from gentle and is almost too big to even be called a giant. A colossus, you want to say.

— Again?

Your voice is raspy, both from your sleep and from lack of water. When was the last time you drank anything? Probably more than a few hours – your throat is dry as sandpaper, and your head is dizzy from both your trauma – he either strangled you to unconsciousness or beat you hard enough – and the dehydration. You don’t want to spend another minute in this basement – you think this is a basement, at least, the high humidity on the walls and some garbage tossed to the corner is fairly evident. It’s large, too – you never saw anything like this. It might be a KorTac prison, but the remains of a bike and a few shelves of canned foods tossed to the other side of the room tell otherwise.

— We’re allowed to take trophies home. Sometimes I get…impatient.

You’re in his house? Does a monster like him even need a house?

“A trophy”

Funny how you don’t even feel that dehumanized. He didn’t kill you, you don’t feel the evidence of violation on your body – you are clean, neat even, your stomach and private parts aren’t hurting, and, as much as you hate to say this while tied up to a chair, you are as comfortable as a person in your position can be.

— What are you going to do with me?

You shake like a leaf. He finally steps closer to you, coming from the ladder – you can hear the lock and a heavy door being closed, setting your hopes of escape. Not like you could, in your position – the bruises already forming on your legs and hands, a numbed pain in your head and fingers. You feel shitty and comfortable at the same time, trying to tune off the discomfort and just concentrate on talking to him.

He didn’t kill you – this is good, you can work with this.

He left you alive – this is bad, he is going to torture you, he is going to do a million terrible things with you and you are not a part of a regular army, You didn’t get the torture resistance training. Maybe, if it was some of your friends, other girls in the group who got through military school and never missed gym to sit on their computers, they would have survived. You never felt so weak before – not even on the battlefield.

God, you’re scared.

— Your computer. My employer needs the info you had on it.

Oh.

It’s not personal, at least. He is here for the information, not to take advantage of your weak, fragile body. It made you almost feel at peace, almost made you forget about your lack of clothing and the damp basement you’re being put in.

— What sort of info do you need?

You slowly start to wiggle your hands in your binds – he used plastic locks, those stupid unremovable things that are slowly cutting the soft flesh of your wrists. You can’t untie them, but you can try at least tear them on the metal of your chair. You can try to, just to say that you did, and not feel bad about not resisting him at all.

— Your last mission. You were trying to smuggle weapons into the EU border.

— We were trying to stop the smuggling of weapons.

At least, you think you were – your head hurts, your memories are dizzy, and they never actually told you what kind of job you had. Come to think of it, actually, you never asked whether you were the good guys or the bad guys – it was always about money, paychecks, getting your job done and not dying from lack of nutrition because most tech-jokey jobs are already filled with uninspired chatbots and graduates from fancy colleges with a dick between their legs. Not reserved for tired women like you – so you turn to, ironically, paramilitary organizations. How the tables have turned.

— That’s not what our intel says, Maus. Do you want to lie to me?

You don’t. You just don’t know if you are telling the truth or lying because you are too fucking tired to even think straight.

He comes closer, and you whimper involuntarily. His breath hitches.

— Scheisse…they knew who to hire.

He grabs you by the neck again, and you can finally see him fully – towering over you, cold blue eyes staring right into you. You sob, not able to handle your emotions because, oh god, he is going to rape you, torture you, and then put a giant burning stick right in your ass because everyone knows that this is the best way to hack a computer – you just need to find the person who put the password in the first place.

— Can’t you just hack the computer yourself?

He chuckles – you’re getting tired of that sound. You hate that you found his voice attractive, you hate the fact he is keeping you down here. You want to destroy that part of your body that likes the attention – how his eyes are only kept on you. Never had a guy kidnapping you before, and you fight the feeling of disappointment that strikes you when you remember that he is here because he needs the intel. Not because he wants you.

— It wasn’t a…conventional operation. Can’t waste manpower on breaking the walls you installed.

His hand goes to cup your face again – you frown, breathing stops because he is so close and he takes off his gloves, allowing his rough, calloused fingers to linger on your cheeks. He squeezes your face in an almost adorable manner and steps back again. You lick your dry lips again, trying hard to keep at least one part of your body moisturized, and his breath hitches again.

He goes behind you, ruffles through shelves – you can hear something falling, his awkward grunt as he had to pick it up. He is more clumsy than you though – more nervous also, hands are jittering and fingers twitching every time you look at him. Adorable, really, how this huge mess of a man can look so innocent and almost nervous in front of you.

König returns after a minute or two, holding…a water bottle. Closed, lid still on, little plastic wrapping in place. You have half a mind about just drinking it, even though he doesn’t offer it to you. Not like you could open it yourself, with how your hands are still tied up behind your back.

— You don’t speak German.

It’s not a question – it’s a statement. you watch him opening the bottle with ease, large hands are working on something so fragile and delicate. You can’t remember the last time you had sex, not with how fast your head is spinning and memories still foggy, but you think it was a long time ago – because you feel your cheeks heated from the simple actions of his large fingers ripping through soft plastic.

God, you don’t really remember what was happening before you got here, not in detail, but you know that you needed to get laid like, a year ago.

— No.

— You will.

— Wh…what do you mean?

Is he going to make you install Duolingo? Is this what it all was about? Some elaborate prank, a marketing campaign, a tough lesson for silly girls who think that knowing just your native language is enough to live your life and…

— When you want something, Maus, you have to say “bitte”.

If you were a strong and cool soldier, you would use this moment to jump from your chair, using the weight of your body to fall on him and make him lose balance, and then spit in his face as your last remaining blast of human dignity.

But you aren’t a cool and strong soldier, and you really need to drink.

— B…bitte. What does this mean?

— Please.

He is almost whispering, the water bottle tanging in his hands in front of you. You take your time, considering the possibilities – you can play like a good little prisoner and allow him to take your pride and just toss it aside. You can play like an obedient hostage and ask him nicely, hoping that it would be enough.

You don’t know what to do – appearing too shy and soft can give him…ideas. And you don’t want this crazed giant who is keeping you bound in his basement to get ideas. You can…you probably can spend more time without water. Or food. Or shower and change of position.

You take your time answering, and his demeanor seems almost…anxious. His eyes are darting between the water bottle and your face, between his hands and your body – like he can barely keep a calm facade and not force you into doing something nasty. Like he is almost afraid that you are not going to cooperate and he would really have to hurt you in a meaningful way.

— Can I have water, bitte?

— Gutes Kätzchen. Drink, you’ll need it.

In the end, you broke down first. Not because you are this weak, but because being a brat won’t save you in a situation like this. You don’t want to die over something as trivial as your pride.

König seems…at ease. He takes off the bottle cap and brings water to your lips, allowing you to drink as much as you want. You lick the remaining drops from your lips and he puts a half-empty bottle aside.

— I won’t tell you the password.

You mumble under your breath, barely audible. He chuckles.

— I count on it, liebe.

[trivia-yandere]

Hello! I love the stories you guys write! Thank you for taking the time to write. I’m not sure if you’re still taking requests, but I was wondering if you could write king jungkook/jimin tying princess reader up to the bed and having his way with her and it’s her first time. She has to marry him now. Thank you again!

so i followed most of what you sent, with a little twist :) i hope what we came up with is enjoyable

word is bond

in order to save your kingdom from perishing, you agree to give your body to the demon king - jimin. @chimmy-licious @bangtans-momma @sweetempathprunetree @momnomnom @darkuni63

word count: 5.142

warning: unsolicited touching/groping/biting/grinding, blood, voyeurism, public humiliation/degradation, oral (f receiving), throat fucking, yandere tendencies, finger sucking, dark themes, sadism, compulsion, riding, creampie, violence, multiple character deaths, manipulation, mind break,

halloween masterlist | alternate universe masterlist

The castle walls are tall, towering hundreds of feet above you. The throne room is bright - pentagon shaped windows shining the early morning sun into the throne room. You saunter down the marble floor, the heels of your boots clicking against it. Your royal attire is made to attract attention - and to separate you from the townspeople, of course. The royal jacket is larger than you’d like, but plated in gold, fur lined around the collar of it. Your skirt drags along the floor as does the cape you wore.

You can feel the eyes of the townspeople, behind a mountain of guards, on you. You keep your eyes straight ahead on the throne, the large elevated seat that you once dreamed of sitting upon.

You made your way to the throne chair, a guard assisting you upon the elevated surface. You look back at the large crowd, so many people in such a closed off room - all of which are here for you. Your heart feels heavy with joy knowing that your people were here to witness you be crowned as Queen.

Your eyes caught with your brother - the former King. He’s seated at the far right of the large throne room, an emotionless look in his eyes. He doesn’t smile your way when your eyes meet, but you aren’t surprised. You cannot recall the last time your brother smiled at you, maybe back before he was crowned as King once the death of your parents; and that was many years ago.

The crowd begins to clap and cheer once they witness Haneul, an old soldier who once fought alongside your father and now stood as a mentor, lift the crown high above your head. The crown is gold, several circle ornaments displayed upon it with several different gemstones and diamonds upon it. A smile forms onto your lips when you feel the crown be placed upon your head. 

“All hail the Queen!” Haneul says, voice boisterous and loud so all of the crowd could hear.

You bow your head slightly to the crowd, eyes roaming to all faces of the people - your people. 

Once again, your eyes meet those of your brother. You aren’t upset that he doesn’t appear cheerful - after all, the throne was overthrown and now you took his spot as ruler. However, there's a tint in his eyes that you cannot understand.

Your elder brother had been King for years now, nearing a decade since the death of your father a year after your mother. He wasn’t married, and still hasn't found a wife to call Queen. He was always a busy man, becoming a soldier once he was of age, working his way up to lieutenant, sergeant and so on. 

The death of your father came sudden, and your brother was crowned King a week after. You saw the once youthful look turn to one full of stress and disdain. His expression turned emotionless overtime, appearing completely far gone.

Your brother was once loved as a Prince, but became hated as a King. He became tyrannical once he was in power, no longer valuing the townspeople's needs or wants. He was now responsible for the suffering of the same people, forcing working hours to increase, along with tax becoming nearly unreasonable. Anyone who rebelled against your brother was arrested, sended to an underground confinement - and likely to die.

What caused the rebellion against your brother had you at the forefront of it all. You had begged your brother to stop his madness, that it wasn’t like him to be such a cruel individual. You had stormed past guards and elite soldiers to get to your brother, in his hands a gun pointed straight at a man. Guards are attempting to hold back a forming mod, all protesting the life of the man who your brother held a gun at.

You’d never forget that day your brother had made you decide the fate of the man. Princes or Princesses never had the authority over a King or Queen’s decision. “I allow you to live a good life in the palace, sister.” your brother stated. “But since you are too stubborn to mind the business of a Princess, then I’ll allow you to make a decision of a Queen just this once.”

The life of the angry mod - nearly 100 - or the life of the man was in your power to decide. You had refused, shaking your head at the thought of it. The man didn’t deserve to die, he was just one of the first to go against your brother's harsh ruling, the mob following soon after in protest.

“You’d be a weak Queen, sister.” was your brother's final words to you after he killed the man and detained the angry mod in confinement. 

“Sister.”

It was now evening, the townspeople all guided out of the palace. It’s eerily silent inside the castle, even the guards don’t appear to speak much.

You sit inside of your study - the same that once belonged to your father and brother while they ruled. Your arms are crossed as you look upon your brother. He leans against a large bookshelf, dark eyes on you. 

“Brother.”

Haneul observed the pair of you with a sigh. He was such a close friend to your father, he was there when the two of you were born nearly a decade apart. He was seen as a mentor when you both needed him to be, or a friend if it was that. Witnessing your brother become a complete tyrant wasn’t something anyone expected, but neither was the fall of love the two shared as siblings.

“Congratulations on becoming Queen.” your brother steps away from the bookshelf, hands behind his back. “You’ve surprised me by holding a sword in front of you so threateningly.”

Your brother’s teasing. He had scoffed when you had come, stating that he had no business being the King if he couldn’t run it without causing such fear upon the people.

“I have given you the title as Queen willingly. To think my own flesh and blood would betray me in such a way.” your brother hisses with a shake of his head, dark hair flowing around him.

“You became a tyrant!” you hiss, slamming your hands onto the table. “You were never a leader or a King, brother. You became someone that not even I knew.”

“I’ve done whatever to assure your safety most importantly, sister.” your brother stalks towards you, a malice look in his eye. “I’ve done everything with good reason.”

“Good reason?” you scoff. “Murdering our own people is a good reason, brother? Forcing them to work such cruel hours and raising the prices of taxes and rent is a good reason?”

You shake your head. You had no need to listen further to your brother's ramblings. 

Haneul steps between the pair of you with raised hands. “Let’s attempt to remain calm.” he says with a warning tone. 

“No.” your brother hisses. “Since my dear sister believes that I am nothing but a tyrant, how about I tell you the truth.”

You knit your brows at your brother. 

“There’s a reason we do not get out of our Kingdom's walls and why they are so high, sister. You’ve been told countless folklore of the mountains that surround us and just how we are to not step foot from the gates - especially at night?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod your head slightly. There was never a need to question the elder people in your lives who told you how dangerous outside the walls were. The townspeople remained inside, living comfortably in their own homes. Schools, sanctuaries and factories remained inside the Kingdom grounds, surrounding the castle you resided in. There was enough food to be had between the townspeople and the royals - farmers growing the best vegetables and raising livestock and all.

“There’s a reason for this, sister.” your brother continues. “I had good reason to become the way I am. Haneul, you were one of several survivors that fought the darkness that are outside our Kingdom walls decades ago while our grandfather reigned. You understand the threat we face day by day.”

Haneul nods slowly, eyes glancing at you.

“What darkness?” you question, leaning closer to your desk.

“Women are not allowed in the army, sister, and thus you have no true reason to understand just what we are raised to fight outside the Kingdom walls. We have been able to slain such darkness for decades until a new threat came upon.”

You feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise at your brother's words. 

“I’ve come face to face to a new threat, a King such as myself, of this darkness.”

Haneul is the first to react, his eyes widening at your brother's words. “Impossible.”

“I tell no lies, Haneul.” your brother shrugs. “It seems as though us slaying the lower demons were just a distraction for the King to rise into power once more.”

Demon?

“W-What-”

“Your grandfather has slain the King back in his reign. I’ve watched-”

Haneul is interrupted by your brother once more. He waves the older man off with a huff. “He was never slain, Haneul. He killed all of my men that came with me years ago and left me as the sole survivor.”

You gasp at the words.

You recall the time your brother was brought in several wounded after returning, but you were not given a direct answer to what had happened. The sight of the blood stained floors had haunted you for weeks on end.

“What exactly are you saying, brother? What darkness is threatening us?” you try your best to not appear frightened, but it’s impossible.

Your brother - after all these years - wore an expression. That of sadness…fear.It’s as though you can finally let his guard down and tell you what he was feeling; allow everything in his mind to fall right into your lap.

“The demon King was never dead, Haneul. He was unable to seek his revenge for he was wounded, which is why he had his own army to do so. But in the last few years, he’s grown stronger by the day. He warned me that we would be coming to take over our Kingdom and get revenge on the very people he managed to defeat him temporarily.”

Your brother's eyes never leave yours.

“You and I, sister, are who he wants dead. He left me alive just to spread the word - that or this is all a game to him.” your brother’s voice cracks -  one that was once so deep and stern, now has a whimper to it. He can finally break the wall he has put up, but at what cause?

“I did what I had to do to raise an army to fight this darkness, sister. Haneul. I needed the townspeople working constantly on our weapons, armory and anything else we needed to fight them off. We needed the money to bring in outside sources from down the mountains if need be.”

“Brother…” Why didn’t he tell you?

“All the sacrifices I made, sister, was to not only protect the Kingdom, but to protect you.” your brother turns away from you. He was your elder brother and right before your father’s death, he had promised that you would always be out of harm's way. “You told me that you’d never forgive me for the tyrant I’ve become, sister. And that was the risk I was willing to take if it meant you’d remained alive.”

“What is a Queen willing to do in order to protect her Kingdom?” is what the demon had asked you.

“Anything.” is what you told him.

Your brother had told you that soon - maybe within the next five months - that darkness would take over your Kingdom and that was the reason he became completely tyrannical. You now understood why he became so harsh, why he needed such a large amount of money to supply weapons and armor; even if you didn’t completely agree with his reasoning. 

You were now Queen and the Kingdom and the townspeople needed you to be there for them. Against Haneul and your brothers wishes, you made your way out of the large Kingdom’s walls, assuring to close the gate behind you. You never been outside the Kingdom, walking down the dark path towards the forested area - you never had a reason to, either. The moon is high and shining bright and you’re thankful that it gives you enough light to see where you were going. 

Though you were never raised to fight in the imperial army, you were trained in combat and how to protect yourself if need be - you just hoped that what you were taught was enough if you came across whatever darkness was out there. 

You’re unsure how long you’ve walked the dirt path and yet, you’ve found nothing. Your plan was something you weren’t sure of yourself - find the darkness and what? Fight them off yourself?

Your head snaps to the left, instantly, you grab your dagger to defend yourself. Before you can do anything to defend yourself from any attacker, you feel your feet being lifted from the ground and the side of your body throbbing in pain.

You’re at a loss of breath, chest heaving while your heart is beating erratically. Your back is pressed firmly against a tree, your hand clenches along your ribcage.

“I’ve never seen a woman out this late.”

The voice is sinister and you do not see who it belongs to at first. Your vision is blurred and you’re doing everything in your power to focus on your surroundings.

Footsteps, you hear them coming. Your eyes slowly become wider when they capture the thing in front of you - was this the demon your brother spoke of? Part of the darkness that was going to take over the Kingdom?

The demon is tall, you note. Its eyes are dark and appear to have no irises. It’s covered in hair and its spine is curved. You recall the tales you heard when you were younger from your brother of werewolves, but this cannot be that - right?

You raise your dagger, the light from the moon flashing the demon right into the eye. You gulp just as the demon lunges. 

You scream upon feeling something slash along your cheek, but you were determined to win this fight. Your dagger comes down onto the demon's shoulder as it gets closer to you, and your feet kicks it away from you, but to no avail. You feel your royal attire being ripped, your jacket going first. 

To think you survived this long without truly knowing the truth of the darkness that plagues the forest and mountains outside your kingdom - lived long enough to become Queen.

To now possibly die before finding a way to fight for your Kingdom long enough.

Your clothing is ruined, near shreds when you hear a high pitched scream come from the demon before you. It begins to burn before your eyes. Your hand immediately touches your cheek, the warm blood oozes onto your fingers.

“You…”

You cannot see anything surrounding you - or whoever the voice belongs to. There's a breeze in the air now and it causes you to shiver due to your shattered clothing.

There’s a force pulling you by your hair. Your hands reach out to try to get whatever it was off of you, but you’re shocked to feel your clothes being ripped, as well. You struggle against the unseen force, your thighs being pulled apart.

“I’ve yet to see a woman out of the Kingdom.” The voice speaks once more. “Until now. And not just any woman…” you’re shocked to feel a wet sensation upon your cheek. “...the Queen.”

Your clothes - though shattered - are completely off of your body. You’re left in nothing but undergarments and chest binding, and soon the bandage bindings are off of you, as well. You feel disgusted with the unseen’s force hands upon your skin, touching and groping.

You feel a pair of lips kiss down your bare skin, the wind blowing erratically around you. The unseen force places kisses upon your neck, down to your collarbone, breast to your stomach. There’s goosebumps littering your skin, the foreign sensation disgusting you - more so because you feel a pool of pleasure between your legs. 

“What is a Queen doing outside her kingdom?” the force asks.

“The King…” you trail off, just as you feel hands tug at your undergarments, the cotton clothed that is the only piece of dignity you had left. “I-I need to see him…”

You force stops and for a moment, you begin to think that you’ve hallucinated. You go to cover your breast, chest heaving as you breathe.

You close your eyes for a moment to capture your breath, and once you open them you’re startled. 

“You’ve come out of your Kingdom to see me, Queen?” the man's voice is the same as the unseen force - low and sultry, a hint of taunt in his voice.

The man appears human, tan and smooth skin with dark hair with matching dark eyes. His lips are plush, pink and full.

You feel as though you’re hallucinating once more. The man is right where the unseen force had been, now instead he’s pinning you down. You feel far too exposed for his eyes and unsolicited hands wandering. 

“Usually I kill whoever comes so deep into the mountains…” the man's nails are long as he trails them down your cheek. You feel the cut on your cheek begin to burn and you winch slightly. The cut disappears in a matter of seconds and you no longer feel the throbbing pain from your side. “...but you look far too appealing to get rid of, Queen.”

You swallow the lump in your throat.

“Why have you ventured out to see me, Queen?” the man doesn’t stop his touches, nor does he care about asking for any form of permission. His hands grip both of your naked breasts, tongue dipping down to capture a nipple into his mouth. 

“Please, stop.” you beg, shuddering beneath him at the foreign sensation. “I-I…you’re going to attack my kingdom.”

Your back arches when the demon continues to suckle onto your breast, eyes flickering up to you. “I am.” he says after popping your nipple from his mouth. “Such a whorish body for a virgin, Queen.”

The demon shoves your thighs apart, his eyes on your clothed center. He notices the wet spot on your underwear and hums. 

You feel hot with embarrassment, thighs quivering to close. 

“I sense that you’ve come out here to make a deal with me, Queen? You’re far too weak to kill me.” the demon laughs, as if the thought of you attempting to cause him any harm is just that comical. 

The demon rips off your underwear and dips his head between your legs. His tongue laps between your folds.

Once again, your back arches and your eyes clenched shut. You want to fight the demon, but there’s no use - he’s stronger than you, even if he appears human. He holds onto your legs tightly as he ravishes your clit hungrily.

Your moans don’t go unnoticed from either of you. You didn’t want this - he was a demon and presumably the King your brother spoke of. However, you cannot control how your body feels - and it feels far too amazing to not moan.

“What is a Queen willing to do in order to protect her Kingdom?” is what the demon had asked you, lifting his head from your throbbing clit, licking his lips.

“Anything.” is what you told him, fresh tears pooling down your cheeks with overstimulation.

“Sister…” the look on your brother's face breaks your heart. “...what have you done?”

The demon’s name is Jimin - or that’s what he called himself when he allowed you to leave, making sure your skin was littered with bite marks and bruises before he did so.

The last time you saw Jimin was months prior when you had strolled through the forest. He had allowed you to leave and told you in five months time, you would see him again. 

Jimin didn’t say that when he’d return, it would be without bloodshed. He allowed the darkness - as your brother called them - to wreak havoc upon the Kingdom. Innocent lives were lost and nearly half of your soldiers had gone with them.

Your brother’s eyes fall upon you, running towards the same demon King he had warned Haneul about months prior, a look of disbelief on his face. He holds the sword high in one hand, ready to attack Jimin if given the chance to - only you had stepped right in between the blade and the demon. The demon held a smug look upon his face, a smirk forming on his plush lips.

You were crying, your brother notes. Your hand grasps Jimin’s top, pushing him away with all your might - something he allowed you to do. You had fallen to your knees next, begging for the King to call off the darkness surrounding you - to stop the havoc upon innocent blood.

“I told you I’d do anything.” you cried to the smug King. 

“That you did.” Jimin quips.

The demon king raises his hands, flicking it slightly. It was as if it was a call to attention - the once demonic entities that savagely attacked the townspeople and guards - now surrounded you. 

“Sister…” your brother murmurs, eyes gazing along the different types of entities surrounding you all. 

“A Queen is willing to do anything to protect her Kingdom.” Jimin states to your brother.

Jimin snaps his fingers, and in a blink of an eye, the scenery changes. You are now inside the palace in the large throne room. Your brother, several guards and soldiers including the demonic entities occupy the room.

You swallow the lump in your throat, eyes roaming to the frozen crowd.

“They’re conscious. Just unable to move.” Jimin states from behind you, a hand gripping your shoulder. “I want them to watch their Queen crumble beneath my fingers. Especially that brother of yours.”

Jimin snaps again and now, you feel it once more - the unseen force. Your royal attire is being ripped from your body once more - falling to shreds at your feet. Jimin watches intently at the show before him, you flushed and hot and embarrassed.

Jimin raises a hand and points two fingers at you. He flicks it low and instantly, you fall to your knees. 

Jimin is slow to walk towards you, and when he does, he grips your cheeks harshly. He pries your mouth open and enters two fingers inside of it.

“Don’t choke.” Jimin commands, forcing his fingers deeper inside of your mouth.

You do, feeling the tips of his fingers reach closer to the back of your throat.

Jimin sighs with a shake of his head.

You gasp when your cheek stings. You fall to the side, barely managing to catch yourself. 

“Open your mouth for me, human.” Jimin commands, but it’s as though he does it himself. Your mouth opens wide as if on impact - having no true control of your actions.

Your eyes are wide as you watch Jimin release his trousers. It falls to his knees and before you is his cock - erect, veiny and large. 

“I can smell your fear, Queen. You being afraid will not stop me from taking you in front of your soldiers, guards and brother.”

Jimin places the tip of his cock on your tongue, rubbing it along the wet muscle for a moment before he fully enters your mouth.

Jimin is a true demon - your human tears do not affect him. With each thrust, he hits the back of your throat, but your mouth never falters - you’re compelled to keep your mouth open until he is finished. 

Jimin grunts, surprise how your throat takes him so well - he can see the outline of his cock on your throat as he fucks you, and it only makes him want to hurt you more. 

Your throat swells with a thick, salty substance and you find it difficult to breathe. You’re squirming beneath Jimin, wanting everything in your power to fight his compulsion and to get away from him.

“Swallow.” Jimin hisses - and you do. It’s difficult at first, so thick that it takes several tries. But when you do, you begin to cough at the new found oxygen you receive when Jimin takes his cock from your mouth.

Jimin cackles at your appearance - puffy lips and face, blurry eyes with tear stained cheeks. 

“Go ahead, Queen,” Jimin tilts his head. “tell me how you are going to save your kingdom.”

As if it wasn’t humiliating enough to have the eyes of people who respected you watching, Jimin wanted you to further be embarrassed. 

“B-By letting you use me.” your throat hurts, throbbing with such pain. 

“Hm…” Jimin shakes his head. “I want to hear you beg, Queen. You came to me, afterall.”

You’re shuddering, naked skin erupting in goosebumps. You bowed to Jimin, wishing that this was nothing but a cruel nightmare you’d wake up from. “Please u-use me…”

Jimin snorts, unamused. “If that’s what you call begging, then I’ll kill them now.”

One guard is unfrozen. He falls to his knees, engulfed in bright orange flames. His screams echo off the wall of the throne room, echoing deep within your mind. 

“Please use me and don’t hurt my people!” you scream, hot and fresh tears soring down your cheeks. You’re trembling in fear, Jimin’s true nature showing. “Hurt me as much as you’d like!”

Jimin’s interest peaks, a smirk forming onto his lips. “Oh?”

The unseen force slams your face against the marble floor and forces your legs apart. You feel Jimin behind you, sharp nails against your naked skin. His skin burns yours, so hot that it feels as if it’ll melt yours. 

“A Queen would do anything to save her kingdom.” Jimin cackles once more.

You scream out when you feel yourself being stretched out. Your eyes clenched shut, tears finding their way out of your eyes somehow. 

Jimin grinds deep inside of you, hissing at just how tight you were - a true virgin. Instantly, you’re bleeding, blood seeping down your thighs mixed with slick. But Jimin doesn’t care. He doesn’t slow his abusive thrusts.

“For years I’ve been bound into the forest until I was able to break free.” Jimin says, his abdomen slapping against your ass as he takes you. “Years my kind has been falling to the likes of filthy humans such as yourself.”

You’re going to die, the pain excruciating. With each thrust, you’re pounded against the marble floor roughly, hitting deeper and deeper inside of you that you’re positive you’d be split open. 

“And now, Queen, I will take out decades of frustration upon you with no remorse.”

Jimin’s promise rang true. He continues to pound into you at a brutal pace for who knows how long. You felt yourself being filled countless times - each time more than before.

Jimin had flipped you onto your back, admiring how your breast bounced  furiously as he fucks you, his cock causing a bulge so large in your stomach. Your cries are nothing but music to his ears, pussy clenching him so tightly as it drips a large puddle around him.

Jimin hoists you up, fucking into you against one of the frozen guards, not caring about any of them or their lives - humiliating you was his true purpose. You’re unable to speak, only screaming and crying louder with each thrust.

Hours upon hours had gone by and you had no tears left to cry or any protest to give. You accepted your fate by now. Your insides hurt and you’re truly unsure just how many times you could be pleasured by such a demon - an insane amount of liquid had squirted out of you countless times.

“It’s your turn, Queen.” Jimin drops you onto the ground, amused by your twitching form. His cum oozes out of you rapidly, clit throbbing and red.

Your body suddenly feels hot and any exhaustion you once felt is now gone. This had to be the work of Jimin’s demonic powers.

You spring from your fetal position to wrap your legs around Jimin. He sits upon the cold marble floor, wrapping his arms around you.

What was going on? Why had you suddenly regained such strength and stamina?

You sit upon Jimin’s erect cock and moan out. Your hips rise and fall at an alarming pace - you’ve never done this before, however, you appear a pro at it. Your fingernails dig into his skin and you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

Jimin chuckles at your new eagerness, allowing you to go wild against him. It may be his compulsion over you, but he cannot fake your orgasm or your slick - that was all you.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, Queen. Does my cock do this to you?”

You nod your head erratically, your hips never buckling. You’re creaming his cock, stars forming in your compelled eyes. All you could think about his Jimin - his cock, his cum, and him overall.

“You’ll only cum when I allow you to, Queen. Is that what you want? To cum?”

“Please, please, please!” your mind is blank - you’ve forgotten what you initially agreed upon with the demon, all you can think about now is cumming all over his cock. “Please let me cum!”

“Cock hungry whore.” Jimin wraps a hand around your neck and squeezes. “These people would never respect you as their Queen even after you risked your life to save theirs.”

You’re cumming, a pool of slick shooting out of you, but even then you cannot stop your aggressive riding. You wanted more than to cum - you wanted Jimin’s cum deep inside of you once more - over and over again.

“What are you willing to do to have my cum, whore?” Jimin begins to thrust along with you, reaching deeper. “Would you watch your Kingdom burn for it?”

You’re too far gone now and you nod your head.

Humans were truly easy to fool.

“So be it.” Jimin snaps his fingers, the room erupting in a fit of fire.

Even with the sounds of screams, you want nothing more than for Jimin to use you - to breed you. It’s what whores truly desire, Jimin thinks, to be bred by whoever is willing. He’s positive once you come back to your senses, you’d be devastated to know that your brother, Haneul, the royal guards and soldiers are dead - however, he promised you that your Kingdom would remain; not the people occupying it.

[kaeso4ka]

Optimus is just inviting you to stay in his van because you're having trouble finding a place to live

Pairing: yandere! Optimus Prime x human reader

TW! a little sexual intercourse

"… and you're inviting me into the van? You think I'm going to say yes?" You looked at Optimus with great skepticism. "I know it's a part of you. I will not, God forgive me, live in and with you."

"It's a human van," Optimus sounded offended. "It was manufactured on Agent Fowler's orders for the mission."

"Uh-huh, yeah. And they also made a nano-alien design and put Autobot insignia on it. Believe it or not."

"You think I had a tractor-trailer uniform on Cybertron, too?"

"Well, I wouldn't know who you had there. Maybe you're like Megatron - pro working class."

"Look…"

"No, don't even talk me into it. Nope. No, no, no."

"Okay, let me put it another way," Optimus vented heavily, "what are you afraid of?"

"The fact that there are cameras all over this van and you're going to be collecting my nude photos and videos to electrocute them?"

"What makes you think I have to have you living in this van to get naked pictures of you?"

"What?"

"What?"

***

"Okay, okay. I will live in this van, but on one condition. "

"Anything for you."

"I'll bring whoever I want. And I'll sleep with whoever I want."

"What?"

"What?"

***

"Okay, Prime, joke's done and that's enough," Fowler sighed tiredly. "Where's the van? It's the Pentagon's newest development! Uncle Sam's gonna break my head off if I don't get it back today. "

"You see, Agent Fowler, he's busy right now."

"Yeah," you nodded, confirming Optimus' words.

"What, you turned a secret technology into a van on wheels, like an American backwater? Care to explain that!"

"…Also, Optimus had me there a couple times with his plugs. I wouldn't take an apartment like that back from a tenant. It's got bad energy."

"What?"

"What?"

***

You opened your eyes. Struggling to find your phone under your pillow, you glanced at the time. 3:04. What the hell were you doing up late last night? It seems like you were dreaming first, and then someone… Grabbed your leg?

You froze. All sensations were heightened to the extreme: indeed, right now, right there in the darkness, someone was slowly running something cold on your ankle. It was as if the bedside monster scary story had become flesh and blood.

Something ribbed wrapped around her leg, slowly stroking it…. Finding the courage, you turned on the flashlight on your phone.

Nothing.

Both feet were under the blanket, warm and cozy. The van remained silent.

"What the hell…" you reprimanded. Fear clung to her soul with slimy tentacles. No one could be inside the van! It was impossible to get in from the outside without a special key. "It's the nerves. It's the nerves. The loneliness is weighing on you."

Turning off the light, you tried to sleep. The minutes flowed lazily, and the darkness was suffocating. Subconsciously you waited for an attack.

Nothing happened. Your tired brain gave the command to shut down, but somewhere between sleep and reality, you felt a touch. Something still as cold and ribbed touched your stomach through the loose fabric of your T-shirt.

Forcing herself to wake up abruptly was impossible. Fear gripped your body. You froze, and didn't even seem to be breathing. How long it lasted, you didn't know, but at some point, your consciousness left you.

***

"What's wrong with this van?"

You stared intently at Agent Fowler and Optimus. Both looked unfazed.

"What are you talking about, sweetheart? It's just a van. Yeah, it's armored, sure, but there's nothing in there to hurt you. You wanted to live, live."

"What do you say, Optimus?"

"I don't know what you mean. If you're scared of being alone, you can move into my compartment."

"Yeah, yeah. The plugs are better than the connector. Still."

"What?"

"What?"

[stcandjsabmemes]

Finally, my first TPC X reader fanfic.

Yandere!Purpex x reader

You were once all by yourself in the Poly Forest, when you just so happened to notice a group of 3 blue-ish shapes not too far from you.

You were quite a lonely person, but this time, you felt like you didn't want to be alone anymore, so you went up to the group to meet up with them.

"Oh, hey new person, what's your name?" the blue-purple hexagon asked.

"Well, I'm (Y/N), and what's yours?" you replied.

"(Y/N)? That sounds like a nice name! I'm Purpex, by the way." she said.

After you two introduced yourselves, she introduced you to the two others, who were Marcle, a female blue sphere, and Squadril, a male blue cube with a top hat. Purpex told you that their group was called the Chipzel group, and that she was the leader of the group.

As you and Purpex were having your first conversation, you were being very nice to her, complimenting her on various things.

Once you and her finished the conversation, you bid her and the group farewell and left.

When you left, Purpex reflected on how nice you were to her, and she felt... something lovely in her heart. She described this feeling to Squadril and asked him what it was. He replied that it was most likely a romantic attraction.

After your first interaction with the Chipzel group, you had been meeting up with them often, being very nice to Purpex along the way too.  Doing these nice things to her only made her romantic attraction grow more and more stronger... dangerously strong...

One day, her attraction grew so strong that she began to become obsessive... You plagued her thoughts so much that she needed to know everything, everything about you. She slowly began switching to doing only the things you did, eating only the foods you ate, going only to places you've been to, listening only to the music you listened to... Your day-to-day routine was so important to her...

Another consequence of her growing obsession was extreme jealousy of others. She would not let others get in the way between you and her, you were hers and hers alone..!

One day, you were just hanging out with Cintagon, but neither of you knew that Purpex was secretly watching you two... Seeing her beloved (Y/N) with someone else made her blood boil, so she planned something vile to make sure he would never try to take you away from her again..!

Later in that same day, Purpex met up with Cintagon, claiming she just wanted to talk to him.

"Hey Cintagon, can we have a talk, and in a private place, please?" She asked.

"Uh, sure!" he replied enthusiastically.

As the two walked together through the Poly Forest, Purpex initiated the conversation.

"So, is it true that you were hanging out with (Y/N) earlier today?" she asked.

"Yeah, why? Is that a problem?" he replied in a confused manner.

With that, she violently shoved him to the ground.

"It IS, because they're mine only!" she angrily said.

"W-what do you mean they're 'yours'? Aren't they a friend to all?" Cintagon said in pain and fear.

"They were specifically nice to ME, so they're MINE only, and NO ONE ELSE!!" Purpex yelled.

"...Why are you so possessive of them..? This isn't a healthy relationship to have with them..." Cintagon replied.

"Oh, so you have a problem with my love for (Y/N)..?" She then pulled out a knife and aimed it at his head. "Then, you must simply perish..."

"WHAT?! PURPEX, PUT THAT KNIFE AWAY!!" Cintagon yelled in absolute terror

"You don't like how I love my dear (Y/N)... And because of that, you are worthy of death..." she threateningly said.

"I don't have a problem with how other shapes love, it's just that... this lov-" he replied.

As Cintagon was in the middle of his sentence, Purpex repetitively stabbed her knife into his body, the light green pentagon screaming with his blood spraying onto her face and clothes. After a while of stabbing, Cintagon was no more... His body was laying against a tree all bloody and lifeless...

"If anyone else doesn't like my love... THEY MUST DIE TOO!! HAHAHAHAHA!!" Purpex yelled in an insane tone.

The next day, Commando Circumsphere was getting worried. Where was Cintagon?! What if something bad happened to him?!

He decided to inspect the Poly Forest, since that's the last place he remembered Cintagon going into. After a while of searching, he finally found Cintagon's body, stabbed and bloody, making Commando Circumsphere sick to his stomach...

He then went back to talk with Pentellow, he wanted to break some horrible news to her about her father.

"Pentellow... I need to show you something, I don't think you're going to like it, but it's necessary..." he somberly said.

"Why..? Is something wrong..?" she replied.

"No need to ask anything, just come with me..." he said to her.

The two walked together to the Poly Forest and over to Cintagon's body. Upon seeing it, Pentellow's expression turned into one of despair and fear.

"N-no..! No!! DAD!!!" she yelled, on the verge of tears. The only thing that could be worse than this to her was if Iris, her boyfriend, was dead...

As Pentellow mourned the death of her father, Commando Circumsphere tried to reassure her.

"I'm so sorry as to what happened to your dad... I just don't know who could do such evil, vicious act..." Commando Circumsphere said in a depressing tone.

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OH BOY, this was truly something. This might be a part 1 because this took a while to make. Feel free to request TPC x reader stories in the comments.

[teal-does-things]

Jsab character Masterlist

Main Ocs

Sea (square/sheep) he/him, quiet.

Shark (triangle/fish) he/him, loud and peppy

Tangerine (circle/cat) she/her, also loud!

Emerald (pentagon/bird) she/her, calm

Skye (circle/cat) he/they/it, a bit eccentric

Carnation (square/wolf) she/her, loud! Leaning towards yandere

Lazuli (square/sheep) she/her, stoic and kind

Dani (Circle/cat) he/they, grumpy and nervous.

Tuna (triangle/fish) he/him, best biscuit maker

Pepper (Dani’s son/circle/cat-sheep-thing) he/they, prodigy child

Daisy (Dani’s daughter/circle/cat-sheep-thing) she/her, loud and adventurous

William (shape dragon!) he/him, kind, honest

More soon

Teal Au (Jsab)

Coral (boss shape) they/them, tired

Teal (square) they/them, excitable and energetic

Honey (triangle) they/them, smug

Amber (circle) they/them, serious, chill

Olive (pentagon) they/them, serious and nervous

Gleam (sun) he/him, bastard man

Glimmer (moon) she/her/ loving goddess

Baby Blue (cube) they/them, stern

Pink (triangle god) they/them, nervous

Purple (triangle god) they/them, quiet and inquisitive

Blue (triangle god) they them, loud and inquisitive

Ricinu (corruption goddess) she/her, shy, curious

Tide Au (Jsab)

Lumios (Square) They/them, grim reaper

Smokey (Boss) It/He, dragon friend :3

Torus (Tree) She/They, Tired mom

Corru (Macabre) Mirror pronouns, Voice of the Flow

The Flow itself (Corruption) It/she, Embodiment of energy, continuing on forever

The Silent (‘Purity’) It/he, the embodiment of the end

The Oracle (Another tree) She/it, Crazy old cult leader

Zenu (Oc, Voice) They/Them, The Silent Flow’s child.

Siffrin (Silent!Narrator) It/its, Silent’s child

Kenny (Flow!Narrator) It/its, Flow’s child

Wip!! ⚠️ 🚧 🏗

[jafnd]

Imagine my shock after seeing PENTAGON's song associated with this story. My UNI heart is quaking, I miss PENTAGON and I definitely miss my sweet Steven. I don't read Yandere that often and oh boy, oh boy...

Pairing: Yandere!servant!Steven Grant x Royal!fem!reader

Warning: long as hell, ooc!Steven, suggestive theme, blood, dead people

A/n: pls send help lol

Summary: I am devoted to you my queen

Taglist: @missbeeentertainment @sleepyamaya @renee834729

THE FIRST STAGE: LOVE

Once upon a time, far away in the mist of cloud, there was a kingdom ruled by one powerful queen named Y/n. She is adored by all the civilians due to her kindness and humble nature.

Just when everyone thinks the queen herself will continue to thrive, an old man who claimed to be a fortune teller knocks on the kingdom's gate, wishing for a place to sleep.

"Your grace, I have no money, but I possess a thing everybody craves to get a taste of: the future. If you let me stay in your kingdom for one night, I will let you see a glimpse of your future. Do we have a deal?" The old man speaks in a groggy voice; his teeth are all yellow and rotten.

All the guards hid their faces in disgust when the foul smell hit their noses, but unlike them, Y/N never batted an eye; she demanded the guard to open the gate and let the old man in.

"Yo-Your grace, my apologies for interrupting, but please think carefully about your decision. That old man is nothing but a scam." The counselor spoke

Y/n let out a long sigh before continuing. "He might be...but my oh my... It would be great to see the future. I hope there will only be good news".

Unfortunately, the old man had different news for our queen the morning after.

"Your grace, you're about to face a terrible fate, one that could cost you your crown and this kingdom. When I look into your future, I see blood and people screaming for help. The color red is everywhere. Your grace-"

Before the old man could continue, a silver sword swung at him, only stopping a few centimetres from his neck. "SILENT! How dare you speak nonsense to the queen? You- " Y/n's personal knight has lost his temple and decides to act on his own.

"Let him speaks"

"But-"

"I said...let him speaks"

And so, thanks to the queen's kindness, the old man can finish his words. "Your grace, I see...a man standing tall in the chaos."

Y/n raised her eyebrows in curiosity. Could this be the sign of a new king? Will she be dethroned?

"...I also see love, very intense love"

Perhaps this is her true love, the one whom she will fall in love and rule the kingdom with her? Y/n continues to wander off with her thoughts. She doesn't see the old man has stopped speaking and wishes to leave the kingdom.

And when the queen finally noticed, the guards had gone to send off the man miles away, leaving her with many uncertain questions about the future.

=== 5 days later ===

"Please-please..." Another man calling for help outside the kingdom gate, but unlike the previous old man, this guy is fairly young with brown curly hair and dressed in clothes that have big holes in them.

"Hey! Get out of here! " The guards yell at him to leave; they don't want to deal with another stinky person; that old man from last week is more than enough!

"What are you guys doing? How rude... Let him in, and leave me be" Y/n furrows her eyebrows when she sees her own guard harassing a poor guy. It seems like it's time to replace some people in the kingdom.

"Ah! Ah-.. I...thank you" The man kneels down to show respect when he gets in. There isn't much that he knows about the person in front of him, but he is smart enough to know that jewelry and sparkly clothes are meant for royal people, things that poor people like him can only dream of seeing and touching.

Y/n crouch down to make the man feel more at ease. Their eyes touch for a moment, and the world seems to stop turning.

The queen's eyes widen in surprise. Despite all the dirt spots littering his face, he is such a handsome man with bright round eyes that shine like stars in the night sky.

And she is not the one who is amazed by the other person here. The poor man is in awe of Y/n's beauty too, to the point where he has to quickly look away, afraid that a man like him doesn't have the privilege to look at her.

"What's your name?" Y/n asked but only received an incoherent noise from the young man.

He appeared to be confused too. That's when the queen realized he had very little vocabulary. It's not unusual for people like him to grow up without proper learning, but usually they teach themselves from time to time. In this case, the man must be neglected for a long time and only get to interact a few times.

"Me. Y/n" The queen points to herself and says her name, she hopes the man understands this.

Luckily, his face lights up and he excitedly points at himself. "Me. Steven!"

"Steven..." Y/n repeat the name, unknowingly sending a chill down Steven's back. The way you say his name is so sweet, like honey even.

He wants to hear you say it more...and more...and more. Please only say his name from now on. Steven feels hot all of a sudden. His brain controls him to grab your arm, eyes full of lust.

"Ah...Ah name, name Steven" He wants you to say his name again, but he still doesn't know how yet. All he could do was mutter out a few words.

Before Y/n could even process what was happening, her counselor ran up with a few guards, yelling at Steven. "Hey you! Touching the queen is strictly forbidden! "

One of the guards yanks Steven back from Y/n, forcing him to stay away from her.

"AGHHH NO NO" Steven thrashes around and tries to fight back, it is almost insane how much strength he has despite his looks. It took another guard to jump in to pin Steven on the ground, completely overpowering him.

It all happened so fast Y/n could only stare at the poor man, watching his hand get tied behind his back, his face smashed into the ground so hard there was blood running from his nose. "Y/N! Y/N!" Steven called for help from her but received another hit in the head from the guard, almost knocking him unconscious.

The absurd scene makes Y/N want to vomit. The queen decides to turn her head away, which only makes Steven more furious and depressed.

"What will we do with him, your grace? May I say... execute the man! " The counselor speaks. It is not that he hates Steven, but rules are rules, unless the queen decides differently.

"No...let him be a servant, also..."

"Yes my grace?"

"Find someone to teach him how to read and speak. Now, run me a bath; I feel like having a headache from all of this" Y/n rubs her temple and begins to head back to the kingdom. Her counselor escorts her on the left.

THE SECOND STAGE: FALL

As time flies by, the Steven we used to know now turns into a well-mannered man, but the curly hair and his big round eyes still stay the same. Many maids in the kingdom fight each other just to talk to him, they fix their hair and clothes as he passes by, hoping to attract his attention.

But Steven only has his eyes on the queen and the queen only. Ever since they first met, he has known she is his true love. For Y/n, he has been studying and working hard on everything, all for "the picking" day.

It is an event that only happens once every 7 months. The queen will pick out her new maid, king, counselor, anyone she feels the need to replace; Steven is looking forward to being Y/n's personal servant.

She will picks him right? After all they had been through, Steven knew Y/n would pick him because she loved him as much as he loved her.

Y/n loves Steven, that's the truth, she-

"You can be my new personal servant, go change your clothes"

Steven looks to the side in disbelief. His queen has walked past and chosen another man. A man that looks nothing special or unique, a man that has nothing better than... him.

"WHY DON'T YOU CHOOSE ME?" Steven yells out loud. He doesn't care about how everyone is looking at him in shock. At this moment, only Y/n exists in his eyes. He devoted his life to her. He has done everything for her and yet she still doesn't love him.

Giving him no attention? Fine, but having another man as her personal servant? No... Steven won't allow that. He feels his blood boiling the more he thinks about you, it gives him a weird feeling, more like a rage.

"I can choose whoever I want....Steven"

You say his name again. Steven knows he wishes you to say his name more and his name only. But this is not what he meant, he wants you to say it with love and adored expression, not hate and irritation. No... No, what had he done?

THE THIRD STAGE: HURT

"NO NO NO YOU WILL CHOOSE ME, YOU WILL LOVE ME". Steven sprints at Y/n, he has had enough.

"GUARD! STOP HIM BEFORE HE HURT THE QUEEN" Someone yell out in horror.

To be honest, Steven doesn't know what he was going to do. He just wants you to look at him differently. He is no longer the dirty boy you met in the past Y/n, so why won't you look at him? Why are you acting so scared? Why are you crying?

People start to run away in panic. They don't care about the queen anymore. They just want to flee away, putting their lives first. One moment, Steven is being held down by many guards. The next moment, he finds himself holding a sword, warm blood hitting his face.

'Don't touch her, GET AWAY, GET OUT' Steven's thoughts run wild when he continues to swing the sword, hitting people in their chests, arms, and maybe even heads like a machete cutting down grass. He wants to get to Y/n as soon as possible, and these people are blocking his way.

THE FINAL STAGE: CRAZY

It was almost like a fever dream mixed with a nightmare. Y/n felt like she was experiencing déjà vu the closer Steven got to her. 'A man stands tall in the chaos, red blood everywhere'

"Please...please don't hurt me" The queen cried out in fear, overstimulation from the smell of iron filling her lungs.

Steven drops the sword on the marble ground and hugs you tightly like he is your knight in shining armor. In his mind, you're the princess in danger and he just killed all the monsters to save you.

"Don't cry, it hurts me when you cry." Steven whispers, his hot breath fanning over Y/n's ear. "I haven't given you a reason to cry yet."

The queen who once seemed to be so powerful, now shakes like a leaf in the arm of a lowly servant. She gulped, trying not to cry while mustered out a few words. "What...do you want from me?"

Steven doesn't say anything back. He gives Y/n a sinister smile before holding both of her wrists in place and smashing his lips onto her, devoring her like a beast.

"I want....everything".

[neomujinjja]

Requesting

Request Status: Open.ᐟᝰ

You can find request guidelines on my carrd linked in my bio

what you need to know

- i will always try to be extremely vague about the reader's race to be inclusive to everyone

- i will archive and/or delete my works if an idol says they feel uncomfortable about fan writing (i will make a post and comment before doing so; also hold me accountable as i might forget or not know)

- i won't write for idols in relationships (dating or married) out of respect, about minors in romantic scenarios, or ones that i don't know as well

- this list will be updated later on as i write more and figure out what im comfortable writing

What I will write

- fluff, angst, song fic, drabble, AUs, and headcanons

- you can request for mature scenes that hint to more

- unless specified, i will write the reader as gender neutral and an vague-ish age

What I won't write

- explicit scenes/smut as i don't feel comfortable writing like that yet (and maybe never will)

- staking or yandere themes

Who I'll write for

A.C.E

Astro

Ateez

B.I

BoyNextDoor

Enhypen

EXO

Forecasting Love & Weather

Got7

HiGH&LOW

NCT (excluding New Team)

Pentagon

RIIZE

Seventeen

SHINee

Stray Kids

Sweet Home

The Boyz

Treasure

Twenty Five Twenty One

TXT

Wonho

Woodz

Xdinary Heroes

Yedam

[kyswoo]

Pentagon reaction

having a kid with them

pairing: yandere!pentagon x reader

genre: yandere au, fluff(?), some angst idk???

request: "can you do a yandere pentagon reaction to having a kid with their s/o?"

masterlist 🌸

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°•Jinho

the kid is like the physical representation of your love, so he will cherish them as much as he cherish you, the kid basically shows everyone that you are his

usually he treats your child really well and gives them everything they want, so they might become a little spoiled

but if the kid do something that annoys him he might yell and ground them

you have to tell him to not be so harsh on them since they're just a kid

since he doesn't want the kid to be afraid of him or something, he will give them something to make them happy

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°•Hui

you know he can get violent sometimes so you are afraid he might do something to your kid, so you are always around them

he gets jealous you give your child so much attention so he just ignores the kid whenever they come to him

your child might ask you something like "does dad hates me?", hearing it makes you feel so bad, so you try to make Hui pay more attention to them, he might give them some gifts from time to time but that's it

your kid ends up getting scared everytime you two argue because he can be really loud, so eventually they get afraid of bothering him and try to stay away from him

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°•Hongseok

he doesn't hates neither loves your child,

if they ask him something, like if they want to eat something or buy something he will gladly do it

but if they try to make a fuss he will just say something to scare them making your kid run to you crying

when you tell him to not say such things to your child he will just say he didn't said anything like that and tell you to control your kid better

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°•Shinwon

just like Jinho, he thinks the child is like a extension of you

so he will actually take good care of your kid, showering them with love

he would be like a very overproctive dad, not letting them out very often and controlling everything they do and every step they make

he will do everything he can to make them happy as well, because he knows you care about them a lot so if they are happy you will also be happy

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°•Yeo One

he will try to take good care of your kid, but he does get jealous whenever you give more attention to your child than him

he would get all pouty and you have to give him a lot of attention later

or else he would think it's all your kids fault and ignore or say something mean to them

besides that he would spoil your kid a lot so you think he is a good dad, but if you are not around he would just ignore them as well

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°•Yanan

he won't pay a lot of attention to your kid too, if he is in a good humor he might buy them a gift or something

but he doesn't likes seeing you give them so much attention and leaving him aside

so if the kid does anything that annoys him he would take it out on you

"if you didn't spoil them so much I wouldn't have to do this" your kid starts being afraid of him doing something to you, so they are always quiet when he is around

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°•Yuto

he is always taking care of your kid so you wouldn't give them too much attention and forget about him

so this way he can get more your attention than your child

if your child misbehave is all your fault because he treats them well, so you are the one that have to be punished

but he still tries to make you stay away from them as much as he can

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°•Kino

he actually likes the idea because it's one more excuse for you to stay with him

"I mean it's our kid, they need both their parents right?" he keeps saying this so you won't even think of leaving him

he is always close to your kid because that makes you stay close to him too

he tells your kid about how everything changed once he met you, so they might think it's a normal behavior to do what he does

(I wouldn't be surprised if your child became a yandere too)

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°•Wooseok

he doesn't really know how to take care of them so he usually just do what you ask him to do

he knows you would be upset if he didn't treat them well so he tries to spoil them as much as he can

if the kid throws a tantrum or something he will just ignore them and leave it for you

but whenever the kid needs something he will do everything he can to satisfy them

[whale-minmin]

can i request yandere pentagon reaction to you trying to run away? tysm!

Pentagon reaction to you trying to run away

Genre : yandere

tw : obsessive behavior, abuse, strong language, hot guys

Hui :

· You wouldn't even make it past your room

· He has cameras everywhere

· "I thought you were smarter than that"

· Torture. If he's especially angry, it can go on all night

· "Did you learn your lesson? The next time you'll try to pull this shit again, i'll cut your legs off"

Jinho :

· "Y/N..?"

· He'll find you just beside the exit door, seeing you with bags

· "Were you.. Are you trying to escape..? I-I'm sorry! I promise, i'll do anything, i love you, just don't leave me, i'll keep you safe"

· If you really insist on leaving, he'll cry and hug you

· Guilt fills you and in the end, you stay with him

Hongseok :

· Mad. As. Fuck.

· He was going to work but he forgot his phone so he went back, seeing you outside

· You tried to escape him? You're really stupid, aren't you?

· "Scream all you want. No one will help you, bitch"

· Drag you home by your hair, throwing you into the basement

· He'll make sure you'll never disobey him again

Shinwon :

· So damn overprotective, if he feels really anxious he'll chain you to the bed

· He has his eye on you 24/7

· But if you manage to try to run away, you're in trouble

· "I knew it.. I should keep you on a chain all the time. Maybe buy a collar with a GPS too? How about both?"

· He blames himself for not keeping you safe enough. Who knows what could have happened if you really ran away?

Yeo One :

· He woke up at night, hearing the window being opened

· He sighed as he saw you preparing to jump off it

· "Come here. Did you really think that would work?"

· He may look sweet but you do not want to see him mad

· "Don't make me stand up and go over to you, Y/N. You know how rude i can get, don't you? That's right"

Yanan :

· He'd simply laugh at your foolish attempt of running away

· "How long did you plan this for? Did you really think this would succeed?"

· "If you sit on my lap and beg, i may consider not punishing you"

· If you'd disobey him once again, get ready for a night of tortures

Yuto :

· He'd know about your little plan beforehand but wouldn't say anything to see if you'll actually try it

· He'll be waiting for you when you try to escape

· "This wasn't such a good idea, was it, Y/N?"

· He'll try to remain calm and not hurt you which is extremely hard

· "Shut the fuck up. You don't want to see me mad, Y/N."

Kino :

· He'll sigh and lean against the wall

· "You never learn, don't you? You can't leave me, Y/N"

· He'll count to five, if you're not on your knees by then you'll be in a lot of trouble

· "That's right. If you'll ever try to escape again, i'll break your legs. Remember that."

Wooseok :

· A great manipulator, will use that If you try to escape too

· "I-I'll hurt myself. I swear, i'll do it! And it'll be your fault, Y/N"

· You still love him, so you can't help but stay with him

· "Never do this again"

· He knows well he has you wrapped around his fingers, and you will never leave him

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Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it ♡

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None of the gifs are mine!

[i-growl-growl-growl]

*Almost instantly I'm crying at his anger and grip and then at being locked alone in the bedroom as I push against the door trying to get it to open.* "H-Hyunggu please no! A-At least stay with me please. O-Or let me explain. I-i didn't do it to disobey you! P-Please!" *I cry and beg and slam my hand against the door trying to get any response at all until I suddenlys when I notice that I managed to hurt myself, trying to stop my hand from bleeding through glassy eyes and complete silence.* - 😼

*YandereKino spends his time ensuring that each window and door’s locks are exactly how he left them after leaving you in the room, he believes that if any of the locks have been messed with then you were planning to leave again if you got caught like you had. After awhile he no longer hears the door creaking from you pressing up against it, nor does he hear you calling out to him. He thinks that you may have learned your lesson so he debates letting you out.*

*From the other side of the door he calls to you* “Have you reflected on your actions y/n or should I keep you in there a little longer?”

*when he gets no response- unaware that you’ve been injured-, he becomes slightly irritated*

“I asked you a question y/n. Do I need to come in there to get the answer out of you or are you going to be good and tell me?”

~YandereKino

[twisted-tales-of-all]

Could I request yandere 14 and 29 with kino from pentagon please?

A/N: Dr. Bebe got everyone in Yandere Pentagon feels, didn’t it? For some reason, I see Kino as someone on the other side of a yan situation, but I tried this. It’s not great, so I’m sorry, but it’s what came out onto paper.

—

You were dance partners. How did it escalate to this? You were only here for dance practice, but, somehow, you ended up on your knees in tears, at Hyunggu’s mercy.

He raises your face, “Oh, come on, sweetheart. Don’t look so scared. This helps our chemistry, so be good this time.”

Slowly, your gaze falls back down to Kino’s lap. You follow his instructions this time, fearing that he’ll send you back to them if you refuse to listen again. Straddling him, you finally earn his praises.

“See, that wasn’t so hard. Just stay like this, as close as possible.”

[stoopsbookstore]

Yandere Manor Results

Thank you to the 159 who voted! It worked out perfectly with each group having a specific Yandere type. I did realize two mistakes, Seungmin wasn't on the poll nor was "Two-Faced Yandere." Because of that, Seungmin will have a fluff mini-series and NCT will be the Two-Faced Yandere.

Also, Hongjoong is yet again a lead, but I'd rather not have another full series (I.E. something with more than 7 parts, so Demon!Taeil wouldn't be a series, but The Fan is) someone whom I just wrote a series for, so I'm making the executive decision to give the part to Seonghwa, the second place votes. But don't feel sad if you were excited for Yandere!Hongjoong, just know that Joker!Hongjoong does have something in the works for Kinkmas!

Now on the results!

NCT - Two-faced Yandere - Moon Taeil

Seventeen - Emotionless Yandere - Jeon Wonwoo

A.C.E. - Sadistic Yandere - Park Junhee

Stray Kids - Princely Yandere - Bang Chan

Pentagon - Childish Yandere - Hui

ATEEZ - Possessive Yandere - Seonghwa

There will be profiles uploaded soon, but in the meantime, why don't you ask the guys some questions?

[writeformesinpie]

what about punish, mock, choke and destroy? for your WIP game

None for mock or destroy. These aren’t edited.

Punish:

This is your punishment. You were late to your session with Changgu so now he’s taking it out on your body.

Yeo One x Reader x Hongseok

“If I don’t punish you now, what’s to stop you from trying to leave again?”

Baekhyun x reader

Choke:

You watch them for a moment, their excited giggles filling the bubbling dredd circling you and your team leader like a icy and torned vine ready to lash out and choke you at any moment.

Mingyu x Reader

Send me an ask from my WIP ask game

[itsnamjoonssi]

“could you have loved me?” | yandere!male idol

idk I was just listening to “i wanna be free” by p!atd and thinking of an indifferent(?) reader finally escaping.

trigger warnings: death, implied abuse

blanket warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied yandere, shock (I guess?)

There were tears in his eyes.

His chest heaved and you didn’t know what to do. How could he ask you such a thing? After all he’d done, how could he?

“Could you have loved me?”

You were frozen, eyes wide. The anger and hate you felt had been snuffed out like candlelight.

“I—“ of course not, you’re a monster. Who could love you? Is what you should’ve said. You should’ve turned away from him, left him to die like you planned. But…

There was something in his eyes.

Fear.

He didn’t want to die. Even as his body slowly shut down he begged for your love. You couldn’t give it to him, you didn’t want to. He didn’t deserve it. And yet, you found yourself moving closer to his slumped figure.

His eyes never left your form as you knelt down next to him. He was getting weaker but it seemed he was wrestling with the grim reaper attempting to take his soul, his eyes fought to roll back into his head every few minutes but he blinked and shook his head almost violently to stay awake.

You couldn’t deny the adoration and desperation in his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, devastated. You looked away from his face, holding in a flinch, watching dark blood flow from his abdomen.

“Tell me.” He whispered tremulously, and you felt yourself soften ever so slightly at the look on his face. He looked so… human. So unlike the demon he’d been since the moment he took you.

You didn’t love him. You never would. You couldn’t love him.

But you could lie.

“Yes.” You rasped, focusing on a spot just above his eyes. His chest shuddered and you didn’t react as he squeezed his eyes shut with a sob, tears trailing down his pale face.

“Kiss me.” You slowly shook your head, his brow furrowed in pain, a possible combination of the physical and emotional kind.

“Kiss me, please. One more time.” You shook your head again, you couldn’t do it. All you could give him now was your presence, and the gentle touch of your forehead to his shoulder.

You waited quietly as his movements slowed to a halt, you looked up to see his head was turned towards you, bleary eyes watching you.

“I love— I love—” you said nothing as he struggled to say the words he had said to you every single day and night for the past two years.

You said nothing as his voice gave out and his body relaxed.

You said nothing as the darkness that had always lurked in his eyes was swept away, nothing left behind them.

You didn’t know how long you knelt there, staring into his eyes. Suddenly trying to comprehend that he was gone, the iron grip he always had on your neck had dissolved into nothing.

You pursed your lips before letting out a heavy sigh. You rose slowly from the ground, before turning to the staircase where a stream of golden light shone from the open door at the top.

You hit the midway point of the stairs before you looked back. His eyes were fixed blankly to the spot you once occupied, the mighty and imposing figure he once was turned pitiful and broken on the cold basement floor.

He looked like nothing more than a man now. Your heart felt both light and heavy at the realization. But you turned away from him none the less, finally reaching the top step and stepping into the light.

You turned to the open doorway but you were unable to make out his figure, he was too far back in the darkness. You gently shut the door.