#yandere puss in boots

[yanderes-galore]

Here's my first request. It's a normal request for a scenario with Death from Puss in Boots.

Some time ago, we talked about the idea of ​​a cat reader taking Puss in Boots' place after the former's death, so let me refresh your memory. This is a Puss in Boots AU that takes place after The Last Wish. Many years later, Puss finally passed away, but that doesn't mean the legend is over. After the burial, another cat, a big fan of the original Puss, picks a hat, a sword and a pair of boots for themselves and goes on adventures like the original. The reader soon becomes a hero who is not afraid to put their life in danger to save innocent people. What makes this cat different from the original is that the new puss doesn't waste their lives and acts arrogantly. But, unfortunately, they have already lost three or four lives while helping people (either because they were killed in fights or due to an accident). So, the cat's desire to follow the legacy of the previous PIB and their respect for their lives (unlike the original) ends up catching the attention of a certain white wolf.

To make things less confusing when mentioning the cats, i think it would be a good idea to use Puss in Boots (his name) for the original and puss in boots (which is now just a title) for the new one.

I'll see what I can do! Intentions are left ambiguous/can be seen as either romantic or platonic. This wasn't very intense for my plot... so my bad :( I hope you still liked it though!

Copycat

Yandere! Death Oneshot

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Some sadism, Soft yandere Death, Kidnapping (Technically), Dubious companionship.

Death never really liked cats. They always took life for granted in his eyes. All because they have nine lives they think they're untouchable.

Death has quickly proven such felines wrong... especially a certain orange cat. He was happy Puss in Boots finally learned to take care of himself near the end of his career. But eventually... the wolf claimed him too.

He thought that would be the last time he even heard the title of 'Puss in Boots'. The cat is dead and it's been years. His title is merely a legend.

But as Death watches the world of the living... he notices that name being thrown around again. The wolf had to make sure he was hearing things correctly when he picked up on the words. "Puss in Boots reborn" the people echo... so he checked things out.

Sure enough, another foolish feline has fallen for the legend. That's what Death sighed about as he watched you, a young cat, playing hero in a hat and boots, with a sword in your paws.

Deciding to keep a keen eye on you to see if you'd show arrogance... Death was surprised when you showed none of it. You treated every life you had with care... saving those around you and adventuring. It admittedly eased Death a little bit that he wouldn't have a repeat of your predecessor.

Soon Death realized he wouldn't just be watching you from a distance. Adventuring and saving others puts heroes in danger. Sometimes...

Sometimes heroes even meet a few close calls with Death himself.

Death recalls the first time he met you, the newest little Copycat. You looked so scared when he approached you, the wolf stalking over to you slowly. He really loved your fear... but now was not your time.

"Quite the little outfit you've got..." The wolf whispers. "You remind me of an old friend... but this is only your first life lost, cat."

It's then he releases you, allowing you to use your first life. You're down to eight and still doing your usual activities with care. Death admittedly found himself attached... often watching you as you save other souls.

Such a kind cat... much different from the usual troublesome felines.

Of course, as nature with your little job, you'd eventually meet Death again. Quite a few times, actually. Death liked every single one of your meetings.

He always said you lost your lives for a good cause. He appreciated that quality of yours. He only ever found himself looking forward to the day he eventually takes you for himself.

As for most, there was no way to keep Death away forever. Every meeting... every time he watched you live your life... he thought of the time he'd eventually take you away. You wouldn't like it... he knows it...

But he hopes to keep you as a companion... a reminder that cats can prove themselves.

Your lives tick down like the sand in an hourglass. Over time Death continues to meet you. His grin is wider the more accidents and lives pass.

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

Upon your last life you feel it is time to retire. While the wolf... Death... acted as an old friend... he would become an enemy soon. You didn't want to depart from your life quite yet...

But that wasn't your decision... it never truly was...

Death was always the one who let you live.

Even if you ran and tried to postpone meeting your maker, Death would always follow. You can hear him call out to you, a whistle accompanying him. The wolf always chuckled when he saw your fear.

Truthfully... you shouldn't be scared. The wolf would never hurt you unless you fought him. He can peacefully take you to the afterlife.

You just need to stop fighting him.

He guessed it was natural you fought him. Your predecessor fought with him too. Yet... he thought you were better than that.

Your fight to keep your remaining life would end soon. Your paranoia leads to another accident. Your lives going from one to zero in an instant.

Leading to Death standing over you, a grin on his face as piercing red eyes stare into you.

"You should really consider me a friend, cat..." He whispers, leaning down to look at you. "I've helped you this far... but you were going to come back with me eventually."

"I'm not ready yet..." You whispers, Death rolling his eyes.

"Trust me... you are. In the end... this is meant to be. You belong with me." The wolf scoops you up, a sadistic grin on his face. "The wait was worth it... the chase was fun..."

The wolf begins to walk away with you, the prize he's wanted all along. He feels you struggle but shakes his head. It was inevitable...

"But it's time to take you back where you belong, Copycat. I'll take good care of you in your new home."

[dxvilhand]

someone PLEASE make a yandere death x reader; I would eat that shit up like a starving woman on death row. he SCREAMS big yandere or just a possessive fuck that wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt a single baby hair on his darling.👁️🫦👁️

[mcmuerteflurry]

Lobo/muerte/death handlers HC-GN victim reader- muerte speech

!CW: suggestive and possible NSFW and google translate!

Whistling will be one of the most common sounds you’ll hear in a daily basis

You have to either be the most interesting being in existence or a Cupid must’ve used their most powerful arrow and ran out along the way

Perhaps one of, if not, the most dangerous in the Shrek universe

Would commonly call the victim conejito (bunny in Spanish) in a mocking tone

Running only motivates him to chase

An example you tried escaping him

“He will cling on to you like a demon in love with a religious woman”

Possibly going to any religious professional or spiritual professional such as a shaman or a fortune teller would all have their thoughts and astral minds clouded on your situation

It is merely impossible to escape the images of muerte wether it’s paintings, cards, cups or even posters the victim will see him everywhere

No tailsman or any religious or protective relics can save you from the personification of fear and death

The victim should get use to being in a continuous state of fear

The first time the victim hears those answers they’re at the state of confusion or laughter either way it doesn’t end right

Victim’s first time hearing the whistle placed them in the state of panic attacks or even anxiety attacks for their words are true

“Do not indulge with him for his appearance is most appealing”

“Mi amor engulf yourself in my aura for there would be eternal safety” he would announce with open arms that he has completely not recited for hours before introducing himself

“Do not feed to the delusion of his for it will consume you”

“I am indeed your one true love”

Mirrors are the reader’s worst enemy because muerte can watch them via the mirrors (like how some Jinns and demons can watch through the mirrors)

Tú pensamiento pobre conejito

Think someone can help nope! Not even witchcraft or a guillotine would get that wolf’s tongue out of your ass for as long as you cease to exist

Would destroy any form of communication with others because he believes “he knows better, he’s been on this planet since the beginning of time and knows every scenario by the”

He would hold the victim in his arms as a “protection” mechanism to make the victim feel safe in his delusions

“Mi amor, mi conejito I know what’s best for you, you don’t even have to repay me like those friends of yours just stay in my arms is all I’m asking for”

Any time you deny his assistance he would always find a way to get you to lean to him

Would purposely cause casualties to make sure you’re entirely dependent on them

“Mi conejito… I always knew they didn’t care for you only I care for you in the highest of levels because I am the only true love for you”

His sickles tallies the amount of family he has killed and is craving for many more to envelope their victim into isolation

I HC that he can interact with animals like how in some demonology books some demons can interact with someone via animals or revive and give messages

He says as the animal souls gave him the signal that your friend’s and family soul has reached the river to the ferrymen

Animal souls become a common visitor wether it is a message with gifts or regular message

You haven’t touched your drink you okay mate

The victim is either avoiding some pubs or finding hidden ones

The victim attempted to stand up and walk away but was soon stopped by a pair of arms gripping the side of their waist

Muerte’s breathe brushes against the victim’s ears

“mi conejita donde pensaste que podías correr” (my bunny did you think you could run)

Muerte would coo nothing less than sweet things whilst their hand explore the victim’s body

The victim’s breathe hitch as they try to stabilise themselves causing the bartender to question them in concern

“No one can see us so why don’t we continue this somewhere”

I don’t want to do this to you but you need to learn

If the victim managed to run that’s a miracle but disguised as a curse (Some NSFW)

Scenario A

The victim’s back has been slammed to the wall of an alleyway late at night during a festival

The victim’s hands above their head and Muerte’ touches teasing the victim under their cloak

The area getting steamy with huffing and yelps

Scenario B

The victim cannot find a proper disguise thus steals the poncho/cloak to hide in the crowd

The victim finally arrived to the back of a building to rest their breathing with their palms on the walls to avoid showing their face

“mi conejo, no puedes esconderte de mí, estoy tan en tu mente como en el área en la que resides” My rabbit, you can't hide from me, I'm as much in your mind as I am in the area in which you reside.

Was the last thing the victim heard before a leg was lifted and muffled moans escaped

“You look adorable in my poncho/cloak we should continue doing this for our ‘little sessions’ hm?”

Conclusion

“All I want from you is to act obedient and submissive under my rule is that too much to ask” he complains

He would throw the victim onto his back and walk back to an area where you cannot run nor hide

[danganronpaisbest]

List of all my fandoms

[restlesscrybaby]

Soo. I've been thinking of Jack more and more, and I thought I'd share some ideas.

Especially of crazy Jack.

Soo... Enjoy some random stuffs!!

~ OBSESSED /YANDERE JACK HEADCANONS. ~

~ CONTENT WARNING !! : HARSH SPEECH, BRANDING, NSFW THEMES, VIOLENCE. ~

Gah. How did this all happen..? I mean, how! Well, you started at the company. You never made any plans to try to find romance, to try to find those little sparks. Maybe you were only there for money, or for the insurance, or maybe just to do something, who knows!

-- Well, you know, whatever it is. You were there now. You had now worn some stupid baker outfit, it seemed already dirty from being in the factory. You could slip on the itchy hat that adorned your head and made you feel like ripping your own head off. You knew you couldn't go back to him and tell him to get you better. Foolish.

You never took the chance to make him angry. You knew how evil he was, how much fear he striked in those he believed were of lower status than him. And, yeah, you knew you were below him. Not because you felt you were, but because you knew he had more power than you did.

What's better than a baker? A good one. You worked hard. Extra hard. Any chance to scrap some more money from a good job, you would take it. Money makes the world go round, huh? It caught his attention. But, he shoved it off. A hard worker is a good thing.

One day, you approached his office, maybe in hopes of landing yourself in a better position than the one you have now. The large wooden doors let you know his massive size. Let alone, how tall it was. You knocked, atleast you hoped he wouldn't yell. But he let you in.

"What? What is it, I'm busy." His voice rumbled, an agitated peak on the tip of his words. No backing down now, he already knew your presence was right at his office door. All you could do is take the cold door-knob into your hand and twist it. The door creaking only slightly as it pushed open with the weight you pressed on it.

Maybe he would be kind... Oh, who are we kidding? It's Big Jack Horner. You hoped he would let you get a position higher up, maybe to earn more money or get more benefits. Upon your request, a brow raise was the response. You started to panic. You tried to keep calm, maybe keep talking. But not too much talking, it'll make him... Mad. He let out a scoff, as he hushed you, telling you to make with what you were saying. Allowing you to ask to... Maybe work right by his side. It didn't take too long for him to think.

Wow. That worked?... You started dressing up more professionally, now knowing you were just an assistant. You wondered why he... Didn't yell at you for even asking. Maybe he was desperate to get everything taken care of. Or, maybe it's just like every other business man, just an assistant to even just be there.

One day, you approached the large factory once more. The water wheels churned and practically chugged water while also spitting it right back out. You felt that a business person outfit may be the best idea. Well, more of like a silky red dress. The neckline not too low, it didn't show off your bust. No special corset or bodice, but a simple design. The sleeves slowly draped into a bishop shape. The dress slipping to your knees, stockings that hugged your legs, that slowly slipped into a shoe-covered foot, your heels not too tall but not too short. The heels were a coated black, to balance out the colors. But the outsole coated with red, matching one with the insole. And, to keep modest even more, a simple coat that hid you more. To top it all off, you now adorned a single necklace, one you had found and decided to keep. Pearls.

( MALE READER! ) -- You adorned a nice coat, a simple red cover. You had a grey vest underneath it, hiding the white shirt that was hidden under layers. You had slipped on a black tie, that balanced the colors out, but yet kept it fancy. Slowly sliding down the beautifully stitched back seam, traveling down it led to the black pants you had slid on over your boxers. You wore a belt, not too intense, but just to keep it held in place. Your shoes made a tap sound as you walked, almost providing your importance to Jack. But, to top it off, you slid in a handkerchief in your outer breast pocket, showing off the white of it.

You seemed pretty proud of your new outfit! Something better than whatever you typically wore. You slowly slipped into the building, the whiff of pie slammed into your face like a fluttering bag in the wind. You always seem to forget how sweet the entire place smelt. But, not to focus on other details, you snake to his office, greeted once more by the large oak doors.

He sat at his desk, sat at the large chair that adorned his weight and height just right. The top plastered in a large crown, but the cushions looking like ones that felt like heaven upon sitting on. His eyes snapped up to you, a small scowl on his face as he finishes up a phone call and places the phone upon its little holder. Two lamps lit up on his desk, the right side had papers placed upon it. Was he mad? He looked mad...

But he wasn't mad. He had taken a glance to your dress, how the bodice slowly slipped down your curves, but your coat covered the bits that could've been seen. How he could tell you were wearing stockings, by the darker bits upon your legs... And God the heels were perfect. He focused back up on your face. There was one problem..

( MALE READER!! ) - He had taken a glance to your suit. How the coat slipped over your body, how the vest hugged your bust. How the tie had brought the outfit together. How your pants coated your legs, that adorned the dress shoes that held your feet in a rest. He focused back up on your face... There was one problem.

You quietly approached the large wooden desk, as you quietly snaked towards the papers on the desk. You could easily tell it was papers for you, no shame to it of course. You knew what you signed up for, duh. You slipped your hands under the stack of papers, easily sliding them off the desk to rest in your arms. You began to write and sign and read and-- paper. After. Paper.

This went on for so long.

Too long.

The more and more you hung out around him, the more he couldn't help but watch you. You had such a softer voice talking to him, you had always finished work quickly and tried to do as much for him as you could, how you also seemed to.. Watch him. He took notice. You watched him do his own thingnand oh god. It drove him crazy.

He knew what he needed to do.

Every day you went home, he always took the chance to watch on the crystal ball, the fog morphing into your figure as you walk inside, as you cook food, as you take care of your animals, as you relax...

Even as you get undressed to take a shower. Or to go somewhere. Oh god, everytime he watched, pools of drool threatened to spill out his mouth. Hell, he couldn't even.. Help but feel himself while you took a shower.. It was his lucky day when you masturbated and he could watch.

The more he watched the more he enjoyed.

But the more he watched. The more jealous he got too.

He hated it.

When he would watch you go in public, how you would so happily say hello to people and be so.. Sappy to people who didn't deserve it. To lowlives that plagued the planet like acne upon the face of some teen going through puberty. These peasants always plagued the planet, yet now that they talked to you? It was worse. Way worse.

He couldn't help it. He didn't want anyone else to have you. Not friends. Not family. Not anyone. Not anything. His and his alone, that's what he thought.

He knew you better than anyone else. That's atleast what he thinks. You don't even know whats going behind the scenes. He knew everything about you. Down to every little detail. You bite your nails in a nervous situation? You play with your hair while trying to focus? You tap your leg to the beat of a song? You laughed a little too hard at a joke he made? You sleep on your side? Your back? Your belly? You like lavender or vanilla smells? He knew everything. He loved everything about you. Every fine detail. Every... Fine... Detail.

Oh god how it made him crazy.

Oh god how it made him sick with need, the claws of a rabid animal scratching and screaming in his skull. He never felt this way about anyone. It was.. New. It was.. special.

He kept using everything he could to keep you under his eye.

Soon, it grew and grew.. in both of you.

Soon...

You two couldn't keep hands off eachother, the desire for the other was so strong it couldn't be tamed. The sound of slapping skin echoed his office like a drum beat, the hot breath in your face, the entire room heating up with sex, smelling of sex, practically releasing the aroma of pheromones that were being shared to the other. He left purple bruises plastered upon your neck, upon your body, every beautiful seductive part of your body was coated in harsh hickeys, that were tinted yellow from how bad the bruising had been.

You. You were FINALLY his.

Even if you didn't know it. He owned you.

Soon, you started to be working side by side more and more by him. Any opportunity to keep you by his side, he took it.

One day, while counting the boxes of ingredients for pies, you heard the door click open. Your head turned back, as you held the bulletin board close to your chest. A male baker had stepped in, flashing you a small smile as he approached a box to pick it up. Your clipboard paper only halfway filled up with details..

One day, while you counted boxes of ingredients for pies, he sat in his office. He locked the door, making sure the doors were deadbolted, so not even a bull rammed it's large head into it. He held a small notepad, thay adorned a velvet purple cover, with a little latch that clicked when you pulled at it, a little button allowing it to stayed closed. He scribbled in writing, pages of the notepad even taped in, glued, even random things taped in. Everything since the day you started working as his assistant was written down. If you smiled at him? If you picked something up for him? If you tripped over yourself? If you giggled at him? Everything. Even if you just nodded at him, it made him crazy.

You laughed as the male worker chatted with you. He made jokes, ones that made you laugh and giggle. He held the wooden crate of flour that was forced into bags. You seemed to he lost in the moment, just chatting and chatting with him.

He slammed the notepad shut, his face heated with tinges of red that caused even his eyes to he bloodshot. An evil smile upon his face, his love was not one to play with. Jack picked up the pink orb that showed him what he wanted, what he chose to see, now wondering why his beautiful helper was taking so long with the list. The colors fused and merged, the sickening froth of colors soon forming into the image of you. Standing there. Talking to another. You... Were... Laughing, with some PEASANT?

The guy had soon left, a happy smile upon both your faces as you started, once more, on the checklist. Your pen making a small scratching sound at every check or mark you slid upon the paper.

Big Jack Horner. That's who this guy wants to mess with? Him, of all people! He should've know that he was the ruler of the factory, no one should be talking to you anyway! He kept the image of the baker in his mind, as he slipped the notepad into his outer breast pocket, an angry scowl on his lips as his eyes danced with anger. The more he thought, the more gasoline placed upon the fire inside. He slid out of his office, his large footsteps letting it be known who was leaving, who was approaching. He knew where the worker would be..

Just to so easily...

Slip them away from everything...

To take them to his office...

To slip a baby unicorn horn out of the holder upon the board he showcased them on.

To slide it through their throat, to hear the satisfying sound of joy echo from the baby unicorn horn doing its job.

What was he gonna tell you..? Your friend was now missing and gone...

Of course, you took notice to the idea your friend was gone. You were upset. Even if you knew him for just a bit, you wished you knew where he was. You sat so sadly at your desk, but he made you laugh, why does this happen?

He couldn't help but notice your sadness upon your friend being gone. He couldn't bare it. He needed something. He slowly turned his chair to face you, his large hand taking the both of yours. A sad look upon his face, a look of worry and... Caution .

You couldn't help but be confused, but he began to speak...

"Maybe.. It's for the best, hm?" He spoke, a melancholy tinge hinting his voice with a sick hue. "He.. Wasn't a good man.." A lie. He spat out a lie without even thinking of it, he knew how to get his way. And he would.

"What.. Do you mean, Mr. Horner?" Innocently, you fell for the lie. Why wouldn't you believe him? He was your closest friend here anyway, he must think the same of you.

"Cruel, terrible people live here. People who want to hurt you, like him. Stay away from them."

"Mr. Horner, I don't understand.." What was he going on about? You watched his eyes swirl with madness, what was going on. His hand clenched yours more..

"Be grateful I've done everything for you."

"... What...?"

Oh god. You watched a smile plaster upon his face, his eyes softening upon viewing your face infront of him. What was he going on about?

An angry scowl came across his face when you had asked 'what'. He angrily snapped his jaws, spitting out angry hisses. "Everything I've done for YOU? You pulled me into some sick sappy feeling. No one has EVER. EVER. Made me feel this way. You made ME want YOU." He snapped, your eyes widening with shock and maybe even fear.

But...

What if you enjoyed it..?

You felt heat tinge your face, practically attacking your cheeks and forcing its blush upon the tips of your ears. You felt like putty in his hand... "Mr. Horner..? You.. Want me?" You purred out, feeling your heart beat quicker.

His eyes widened. Did you like it? Oh god! You did! A sinister smile suddenly slammed onto his face, his eyes suddenly slicking into a half-lidded state. He practically had hearts in his eyes, his face heating up with blush. "Forget about everybody. Everything. It's for the best. Everything comes secondary to you. I come first." He smirked out, he knew you were in his grasp. "Don't EVER. Fucking think about leaving me. I will rip your heart out of your chest."

You felt like melting. You loved this shit. This was YOURS. ALL FOR YOU!

He did things for you. He was this desperate for you. He was willing to kill people for you... He wasn't playing a game with you either. He wanted you .

And god..

You loved it.

He showed you love behind closed doors, but he made it known for all that you were his, he marked you, he even went as far as to brand you... A harsh burn on your delicate skin now read 'Horner Pie Co.'.

But it was a match made in heaven.

Now, when you cuddle him, he pretends to be asleep. To feel you play with his hair, to feel you easily cup his face, and purr out how much you adored him for loving you for you. You may not have been as crazy for him, but you loved it.

And...

You would pretend to be asleep.

To feel how he kisses your head, your cheeks, how he suddenly pulls you towards him, whispering about how much he loved you. How he would never let you go. How he would even use Midas Touch to keep you by his side, like a little decoration to him.

One day.

He knows he'll marry you.

[agent-love-101]

Any Jack/Reader headcanons with an injured reader? 👉👈

oooo this'll be fun!!

Jack Horner x injured!Reader

well let's think about different circumstances or scenarios!! if you're one of his treasured bakers and you suffered a work accident...

well we certainly can't have you hurting yourself further with work.

...oh! but surely you're surely too tired to make it home. not to worry. you should stay here and rest up instead.

trust me, he WILL find someone at fault for the work accident.

he loves how still you are. how completely helpless you are.

but generally..

I think he would be a little nurturing.

like for example if you have a broken leg, he will definitely carry you.

he would also get angry if you try to insist you don't need help

"I'm offering my time and assistance. be grateful."

however, he's much more of a revenge guy. if there's a culprit they will be dealt with.

a specific scenario comes to mind, it kind of fits my insert Agapi <3.

she's a bit more of a tough nut to crack (quick to reject his advances, don't like to accept help, etc.) but if she were to get injured, well she would just soak up the love. not much else she can do.

and i think jack would take that as a victory. however when she starts to feel better, she starts to go back to her old ways, pushing him away idiomatically and literally. and jack uses potions to...prolong her illness.

[midnightita]

•~☆×*'oneshot/Headcanon'*×☆~• [English]

1. 🚫Topics I avoid🚫[maybe for now]

NSFW,lemons,obscenity,pedophilia,incest,sexual abuse

[maybe I'll add more in the future].

2. This is strictly a book x Reader

I've never done a Y/n male but I can try ^^

Feel free to make your request with all the info you want.

You can request other characters in the request, the limit is 3 :) [maybe for now]

And the format is up to you♡ (oneshot,Headcanon)

3. I could put one or more of my Ocs for oneshots ☆

4. All Headcanons and oneshots won't stick to the main story so as to avoid spoilers

5. I don't know when I'll update it might be random

also no hate pls :,>

I'm doing this for fun and to write some ideas,

now I'll leave you to my list below ;)

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1. Lupin III

2.Undertale(e Au)

3. Mha/Bnha

4. Super Mario

5. One Piece

6. Howl's Moving Castle

7. Dragon Ball

8. TMNT (the 2014 film)

9. Demon Slayer

10. Yandere Simulator

11. Dragon quest builders 2

12. Puss in boots 2 the last wish

13. Miraculous

14. Tloz Botw(The legend of zelda breath of the wild)

15. Creepypasta(maybe)

16. Kuroko no basket

17. Friday the 13th(I think I'll do Jason especially)

18. The Promised Neverland (I've only seen season 1 for now)

19. Lookism

20. Doraemon

21. Encanto

22. Turning Red

23. Sing 1/2

24. Too bad

25. Deltarune

26. Pokemon Spada

27. Fnaf security breach

28. Bendy and the ink machine or dark revival

29. If you wish also with my Ocs (I'll make a special book)

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angust,fluff,romantic,yandere,other.

Oh my english isn't good at all so excuse me if it's not good :'D

I'm Italian :)

[malware-180]

𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚! 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝/ 𝙀𝙡 𝙇𝙤𝙗𝙤 𝙭 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

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I acquired a terrible hyperfixation for this character, Jesus Christ. 🥴☠️

There is hardly any content about him and I want to give my two cents.

I'm sorry if there are spelling mistakes because of my English.

Read it with this: https://youtu.be/3PuMk6e24I8 ;)

♤ Te advierto una cosa: una vez que inicies tu relación con ÉL no hay vuelta atrás ni escapatoria. Nada de arrepentimientos, nada de rezos para liberarte de sus garras. Sólo acepta que esto durará hasta que... La Muerte los separe... Sí.

♤ I warn you one thing: once you start your relationship with HIM there is no turning back or escape. No regrets, no prayers to free yourself from their clutches. Just accept that this will last until... Death do you part... Yes.

♤ ¿Te disgusta la gente celosa? ¡No importa eso ya! Este sujeto va a degollar a cualquier persona que intente coquetear contigo. Más le vale al resto del mundo ni siquiera mirarte con intenciones románticas o sexuales. Créeme, cariño, tú no quieres ver personas desmembradas por doquier.

♤Do you dislike jealous people? It doesn't matter anymore! This guy is going to slit the throat of anyone who tries to flirt with you. The rest of the world better not even look at you with romantic or sexual intentions. Trust me, honey, you don't want to see dismembered people everywhere.

♤ Siempre te está vigilando a donde quiera que vayas. Sea lo que sea que hagas o con quien estés. Tu novio sigue tus pasos de manera taimada cuando no está llevándose las almas de los humanos. Tenlo presente.

♤ He is always watching you wherever you go. Whatever you do or whoever you're with. Your boyfriend sneakily follows in your footsteps when he's not taking the souls of humans. Keep it in mind.

♤ La ventaja de su acecho enfermizo es que no permite que nadie te haga daño. No le importa nada interferir con el orden natural de la vida. Es más, si una persona no está tratando de matarte sino que está tratando de atacarte de una manera horrible; eso solo aumenta el torrente de violencia en El Lobo. La tortura física y psicológica ejercida sobre su agresor es visceral. ¿Crees que va a dejar ir a ese bastardo? Palomita inocente.

♤ The advantage of his sick stalking is that he doesn't allow anyone to hurt you. He cares nothing about interfering with the natural order of life. What's more, if a person is not trying to kill you but is trying to attack you in a horrible way; that only increases the torrent of violence in El Lobo. The physical and psychological torture exerted on your attacker is visceral. Do you think he's going to let that bastard go? Innocent little dove.

♤Los encuentros sexuales con él tienden a ser rudos pero consensuados. Le gusta saborear cada parte de ti. Sentirte tan vivo y ardiente, siendo suyo en carne y alma.

♤Sexual encounters with him tend to be rough but consensual. He likes to savor every part of you. Feeling so alive and hot, being his in the flesh and soul.

♤No es difícil imaginar que ama verte asustado por SU presencia. No hay ningún otro ser que te provoque temblor en las piernas que no sea La Muerte. Tu angustia es su fragancia favorita. Adora limpiar tus lágrimas con su lengua afilada. Es caótico esto, ¿verdad? Bueno, como dije: no hay escapatoria.

♤It's not hard to imagine that he loves to see you scared by HIS presence. There is no other being that causes trembling in your legs other than Death. Your anguish is his favorite fragrance. He loves to wipe your tears with his sharp tongue. This is chaotic, right? Well, like I said: there is no escape.

I hope you like it guys!

@dxvilhand 👀💕

[jackhornersimp]

So I might've made my own Captain Price Yandere AI, since there's only like 2 on there, if there's any characters ya want me to make Yandere, let me know! I'll even do Jack Horner!

My profile there is @/ASO_Bravo6

~jackhornersimp

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

For your safety

Self-Aware! BSD x SAGAU Imposter crossover

Self-Aware! Tetchou Suehiro x GN! Reader

Description: Monster followed after you. Tetchou won't let him hurt you.

Warning: OOC. Implied torture. Mentioned of serious injuries. Nightmares. Panic Attack (heavily inspired by "Puss in Boots: The last wish" scene), English is my second language. Dehumanisation (Capitano calls Reader 'it', Captaino is called an 'it' by Hunting Dogs). Tetchou is a soft protective yandere (yandere, if you squeeze) towards Reader.

________

Who would think, that Watasumi will let Fatui into Enkonomia.

But, catching Imposter was more important, than honoring old traditions.

Because Imposter was here.

And it was finally in Capitano's clutches.

Dirty Imposter, a creature, that dared to walked on the land, blessed by the Creator.

This thing was hiding in an old ruins.

Dressed in rugs, it was biting huge chunks from mushrooms it cooked earlier.

Capitano adjust his hold on claymore's hilt. Just one swing, and it will finally stop poisoning Teyvat.

Capitano took a step forward.

And he made a mistake. He stepped on a twig.

It turned around. It looks scared. It has dried tears on its cheeks.

It ran. As fast, as it can.

And Capitano followed after it.

He catches it.

He raised its claymore.

And Bathysmal Vishaps attacked him.

The damned oversized lizards were attacking non-stop. Keeping Capitano away from it.

Fatui Harbinger saw, how it was riding away on one of the vishaps.

Capitano failed.

_______

It, eventually, was caught.

Justice was almost served.

Until it disappeared.

_______

Capitano, the strongest warrior of Teyvat, head of the Holy Guard, was laying on a deck of a small boat. The boat itself was covered under camouflage awning from camouflage net, seaweeds, rotten wood, old bones of sea serpent and dried dead fish. Few mechanical birds finish the picture. The camouflage was done so skillfully that even from a close distance the boat could easily be mistaken for a dead creature, entangled in garbage and slowly driven by the waves.

The navigation was hard, almost impossible. But Capitano didn't utter a word of protest. He must find, where the dreaded Imposter was hiding.

One month ago, right during their execution, they disappeared. And ever since then, Capitano was ruthless.

If it weren't for vishaps, Capitano would kill it. Capitano was too weak.

So, it was his fault, that Creator was in distress. That, while they were remaining perfect in every way, their cheeks have wet trails from tears on them.

But, this time, Capitano will do it.

He learned about a strange portal in one of the coves, located on a small island in the sea.

Capitano destroyed all documents he had.

No need to worry Creator even more.

He will get to the island unnoticed. And he will get Imposter's head.

The boat finally reached the island.

There were no humans, no animals.

And the portal was here.

Capitano stepped into the portal.

________

Tetchou tuck you in, making sure, that you are laying comfortably under your blanket.

"[Y/N], I will go and bring you some flowers, okay?" softly mumbles Tetchou, looking at you. You nodded, the corners of your lips weakly quirked upwards.

"Sounds good." whispered you. Tetchou's finger ran through your hair. He liked, that you started to smile. He didn't like, that smile didn't reach your eyes.

Tetchou left, and Atsushi Nakajima walked inside your room to stay with you.

Tetchou heard Atsushi's voice behind the closed door. It seems, he was telling you a story.

Tetchou bit his lip and headed to the first floor. He needs to go outside and pick you some flowers.

Maybe, they will lift your mood, at least for a moment.

But, before going here, Tetchou took his sword from his room. In case, people, who did this to you, appeared.

Two months ago, you disappeared. No matter, how hard they try, they couldn't find you. Until, one day, one month ago, you reappeared again.

And you looked awful.

Every part of your body were covered in burns, woulds and scars. You were starving, thirty, and terrified.

Doctor Yosano treated your wounds.

All of them made sure, that you are well-fed and always have water.

And they were doing whatever it takes to help you regain your mental health.

You were terrified of being alone.

And there were always at least one of them next to you.

You were terrified of being hit.

And they were treating you like the most fragile thing in the world.

You were terrified of Mori's voice.

And Boss of Port Mafia spoke only through Elise, whispering in her ear. He never raised his voice.

You have nightmares, waking up in the middle of the night, crying, shouting, that you are not an imposter, begging someone invisible not to hurt you.

And they were always near you, hugging you, drying your tears.

And mentally thinking about killing people, who did this to you.

Tetchou's hate was focused on Capitano.

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A heavy foot stomped on your stomach, just below your ribs. It took all of your air out of lungs. You gasp, your mouth was wide open, but couldn’t get any air.

Capitano's booming voice filled your ears.

"Got you, little Imposter. Now, let me take that. We don't want you to miss it, aren't we?"

Two fingers pressed against your eyes.

A sharp, unbeatable burning pain.

"Here. Now, you won't be able to close your eyes ever again. Well, it's not like this ever will last for long."

Capitano raised his claymore.

You wanted so badly to close your eyes. But you don't have eyelids anymore.

The blade quickly sank down. Right in your face.

_______

Blood ponded in your ears.

You were breathing heavily.

Your heart was beating fast. You won't be surprised, if your whole body was shaking because of your heartbeats.

You can't focus your gaze in anything. Everything seemed like in a fog.

No sound escaped from your lips. Your moth and throat feels dry. Like you spent all your life without single drop of water.

You were choking. You were crying. You were sweating. You couldn't hear anything.

A heavy stone hand was put over your eyes. Now you were surrounded by darkness.

A heavy stone head was put on your chest. And it was moving.

up... down... up... down...

up... down... up... down...

up... down... up... down...

up... down... up... down...

up... down... up... down...

in... out... in... out...

in... out... in... out...

in... out... in... out...

in... out... in... out...

in... out... in... out...

You put your hand on Tetchou's head, that he laid on your chest. You whisper.

"Thank you... Tetchou..."

He took his hand away from your eyes. You two were silent. Tetchou were still breathing in the same rhythm.

And you were breathing with him.

______

Tetchou never told you, that you were screaming one name in your sleep.

And it was a scream of terror.

Capitano.

His enemy.

Tetchou was halfway to the flower beds, that Kenji made specifically for you, when he heard a loud crash coming from an empty barn.

_____

This man was huge.

Much taller, than Tetchou, dressed in strange armor, the man was towering over the member of Hunting Dogs.

Both males stood on the opposite sides of the barn. Tetchou was still standing near bars gates, while strange mad stand on the furthest wall.

Yellowish-ember eyes stare right into the black void of a mask.

"Who are you?" Tetchou's voice was emotionless. The man's booming voice echoed off the walls of the empty barn.

"I am Capitano, one of the Fatui Harbingers. I am searching for a sinful creature. Have you encountered an ugly creature this big?" Capitano moved his hand forward to show your height. "It has hideous..."

The rest of the words stuck in Capitano's mouth. A thin blade pierce through his palm, shoulder and sword's tip draw blood from his neck.

Tetchou didn't even move an inch. His eyes shrink.

"So... You are the same Capitano, who dared to hurt My Sakura Blossom... Our [Y/N]."

Tetchou dash forward.

And the floor cracked under his feet.

______

Tetchou never moved so fast in his life.

His sword was bending in impossible corners, piercing through Capitano's armor. Wounding, drawing blood.

Not killing.

The Strongest Warrior of Teyvat couldn't land a hit. Tetchou's determination to protect you, to avenge you, to keep you safe gave his strength.

The fight ended, when Tetchou manage to grab the hilt of Capitano's claymore.

Tetchou never used his ability on two-handed sword. Yet, a sword is a sword.

Without his legs, Capitano wasn't so tall anymore.

______

Capitano woke up in a room, that looked similar to Dottore's lab. He was suspended from the ceiling. Heavy chain was holding his arms together.

Hunting Dogs, except for Tetchou, were here. Jouno was the first one, who noticed, that Capitano was awake.

"So, it is finally decided to wake up." Jouno's voice was cold. Deadly.

Tachihara used his ability, to tie chains tighter. Accidentally' breaking Capitano's arm in a process.

"Here. It won't escape."

Teruko was almost dancing in one spot.

"Finally, I was dreaming about the moment I can get my hands on anyone, who dared to hurt our dear [Y/N]."

Fukuchi put his hand on Amenogozen's hilt.

"You aren't the only one, Teruko-kun. Doctor Yosano, should we start?"

Yosano, who was sitting in the dark corner, nodded.

Capitano got a taste of her ability for a few thousand times.

_____

Tetchou put flowers he picked for you in a vase. He noticed, how brighten up your eyes.

"They are beautiful, Tetchou. Thank you."

And a small smile. And this time, it reached your eyes.

Tetchou opened his arms, offering a hug.

And you hugged him, laying your head on his chest.

His arms wrapped around your frame. Protecting you from the outside world.

Tetchou promised to himself, that he will go beyond limits to protect your smile. No matter what, he will do anything he can.

For your safety

_____

Tag list: @withered-blossoms

[yanderes-galore]

Could you make a yandere alphabet for Death from Puss in Boots?

I know some questions, specially the "Quit", are pretty obvious, but i still want to see how you're gonna answer them.

Sure! This is my new take on Death so it's different than his concept :)

Yandere Alphabet - Death

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, "Kidnapping", Death (Of course), Soft yandere, Slight sadism, Possessive behavior, Envy/Jealousy, Forbidden love, Brief mention of biting/marking but it doesn't happen, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

I'm going to try another way to write Death in this like what I did with the Jack Horner Alphabet.

Death is a sadistic individual, sure, but he also holds respect for life. Death would watch over his darling until their time is up. If you aren't arrogant and live life to the fullest, he won't chase you.

Although, Death certainly isn't expecting to fall for a soul such as you either.

Death mostly observes the one he holds dear as his job makes him wait in the shadows. Maybe you'll see him occasionally, a wolf parading as one of the living. You may not even suspect Death himself to be chatting with you.

I'd say his obsession can come off as intense.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

There's no doubt Death likes to get messy. However, he respects life around him. He can't recklessly kill those around you. As a result… he restrains the urge and decides to simply guide you away from them.

Who knows your fate better than him?

No one does.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Abduction for Death is most likely your time coming. Death isn't really cruel towards those who live a full life. He'll chase you if you fight him, but he respects you.

You are the soul he wishes to keep. He doesn't want to take you to the afterlife just yet… or ever, really. He wouldn't mock you unless you deserved it for being arrogant.

He simply wishes to guide you as a Grim Reaper does.

He just wants you to rest… he'll watch over you like he always has… don't fight his embrace.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Other than taking your life and showing he cares… not much.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Death isn't very vulnerable. He cares for you and you have a hold on him… but he tries not to show it.

Hard not to notice when he passes you soft looks or keeps delaying sending you to the afterlife though.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

You fighting back ignites his urge to hunt. If you tried to fight fate he'll take it as a game. Although… games have to end at some point, dear.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Chasing you is a game and he'd love watching you escape. However, what he feels for you isn't really a game.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When he reveals who he really is and takes you away. In a world full of magical creatures, it isn't too weird to be talking to a wolf. However… you never knew this wolf was Death.

He always gave a fake name and always appeared when you needed him. You were the Grim Reaper's guilty pleasure, someone he shouldn't be visiting in the living world.

But then he became a friend and companion to you.

So when he revealed who he was and that he loved you, you couldn't believe it. You may even try to run when he says your time has come. It's unfortunate…

But you can't fight fate for long… you'll come to him in the end… he knows you will.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Death's goal is to guide your soul. In the end he is meant to take you to the afterlife. However… he doesn't want to part with you.

He's been part of your life for so long. As a friend… along with watching you from the shadows. Even if you went to the afterlife, he'd still look to visit you.

He wants to keep you as his… both in life and death.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

If Death gets jealous he copes silently. Any lashing out he'd probably take out on his next arrogant target. He can't interfere… you're meant to live a full life with a love of your own… but he'll be waiting for you.

You'll be his eventually.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Death starts by watching you from afar. He's simply meant to observe. That's all he's meant to do.

Then Death starts getting attached. Soon he goes against his usual protocol and manifests to befriend you. It feels wrong.

Yet oh so right….

His obsession is kept on the down-low and he plays the charade of a living being. He keeps an eye on you and appears when you need him most. It soothes him…

Right up until he can claim you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Death doesn't do much courting. He befriends you, maybe compliments you, but he mostly observes you. His interactions with you are through a facade.

He's playing his cards right to soothe himself. 

He's patient and will wait until he can strike. Then he'll lead you away… claiming your soul as his. He isn't as bad as you think… you'll see.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

I'd say so, he has to bend rules to be around you.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Naturally I want to say biting and clawing to mark you, yet that's a bit too OOC for this version. Death doesn't want to punish you unless he has to put you in your place. No… he wants to keep up the persona of being a guardian.

He's someone that cares about you… even after passing.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

You'll have some freedoms in the afterlife, in fact about as much as you did in life. The only difference is Death looks after you a lot more.

But really… When has he not?

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Extremely patient, it's in his job to be patient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No need to worry about this, you dying just brings you to him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little but it's the job. He would not let you go.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

I'd say curiosity.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He tries to comfort you and say things will be okay. He'll make sure you're happy. If anything… you're safest dead. No one can hurt you….

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

His whole character is different.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

None.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not unless necessary.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere but would follow you to the end of your days to have you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A long time… your lifetime, actually.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Unintentionally/No.

[mcmuerteflurry]

Which of the following possible continuation fits do you want to read

Shamless (the POV of Murete to the victim)

The thief and the sickle (in the puss in boots TLW timeline)

Scent of the dead

Write all of this please

[nnooahhsworld]

TAKE MY HAND . . . take my whole life too . . .

ABOUT ME

✷ Hi hi hi!! How are u?? Happy, having a nice day? I hope so! My name is Charles but you can call me Charlie, Char, Charls, etc. I'm 14, going on 15 7th March<3

✷ I'm a trans boy and I go by he/him so please don't use she/her pronouns with me.

✷ I'm from Argentina! So I speak Spanish, tho I know English I'm not the best at it.

✷ My hobbies are;; drawing, writing (duh), reading, listening to music and eating jj.

✷ My favourite songs are: “Can't Help Falling In Love” (Elvis Presley) | “Monster” (Skillet) | “Magical Doctor” (Maretu) | “Oh No!” (MARINA) | “HUSHH” (AViVA) |

✷ You can DM me and be friends with me!! I'm kinda shy at first but I get used quick.

✷ Interact if you're fan of: MLP, hh and hb, the black phone, lotr and the hobbit, steven universe, undertale, underverse, puss in boots, Friends, Five Nights At Freddy's, etc.

REQUEST AND BLOG ULES

❥ This is an only YANDERE! Blog.

❥ I write for all readers but i prefer male (cis and trans) readers mostly. I don't write OCS but you can specify Reader is personality, sexual orientation and any physical characteristics that are important.

❥ If Requests are CLOSED don't send me requests, I'll delete it. Tho, my Ask Box is always OPEN <3

❥ Fandoms that I write for:

Hazbin Hotel.

Helluva Boss.

My Little pony.

Kimetsu No Yaiba.

Underverse.

Kung Fu Panda.

Dark Deception.

The Black Phone.

Across The Spiderverse.

Smiling Critters (Poppy Playtime).

❥ What I WON'T write: NSFW (I'm a minor), non-con, Yandere! Reader, Character x OC, Incest, Suicide, Matchs Up, Adult x Minor (only platonic), Dom! Reader x Sub! Character, Stockholm Syndrome, Neurodivergent Readers, Pregnancy, etc.

❥ I'll write Concepts, Headcanons, Drabbles, Scenarios, One Shots and Series (not a really fan but I can try).

❥ I write Romantic/Platonic Relationships and Sharing/Rivalry with multiple characters. I don't write Harem.

❥ When requesting multiple characters, the maximum is 4 per request. If you request more than that number, I'll choose who i'll write.

❥ Be respectful and kind when requesting! And I really appreciate knowing your opinion when I already posted your request.

❥ If I refuse a request, either because I don't know how to write it or it makes me uncomfortable, I will let you know.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Either Female or Gender Neutral Perrito Reader (From Puss in Boots: The Last Wish) with Yandere Platonic Gods and Humans who’s very happy-go-lucky, optimistic and dreams to be a Therapist in the future, they’re easily trusting and naive but never fails to see the best in everyone and everything, they even view their traumatic past as a funny story (Their family tried to drown them by tying them up in the filthy and slightly ripped ‘shirt’ their wearing with a stone to make them sink, but they survived and with their positivity, sees they got a ‘free shirt’ from her ‘funny situation), and they’re endlessly loyal and persistent in making friends (Reader is a child, at least 8, and were abandoned when they were about 4 by their family)

-When you first arrived in Valhalla, you were only four, a mere child wearing a dirty, too big shirt, a large rock tied inside of it, and you were soaking wet.

-Anyone who looked at you could tell what happened to you, many feeling pity but also anger, as you were only a child.

-You were quickly adopted by many of the gods and the strongest warriors in Valhalla, and despite your cruel death, you were such a ray of sunshine, always smiling warmly and happy to sit with others to talk with them.

-Brunnhilde took you to a therapist, where you talked about the moment of your death, when your siblings gave you the free shirt and told you they wanted to play a game with you, calling it a funny situation.

-Your bright outlook on life, including your ‘funny situation’ had many of your adopted parents worried for your mental health, worried you were repressing your emotions since it was so traumatic.

-Four years later, now a healthy looking eight-year-old, you were the happiest person in the universe. You had a great big family full of people who loved you, you had a home, well balanced meals three times a day, and you were determined to help as many people as you could.

-Your therapist was amused but also flattered when you decided you were going to be a therapist, wanting to help others like how she helped you, even though you never said anything was wrong, you liked your weekly meetings with her.

-You always saw the best in people, even grumpy people who wouldn’t hesitate to yell at you, to get you away from them as they saw you as a pest.

-You could win anyone over by just being there for him, holding their hands and having such a happy outlook on life.

-Your family however, was very, very protective of you, you were so innocent and full of joy, they wanted to preserve that joy for you.

-If they saw someone being mean to you, you had at least ten different parental figures standing behind you, sending glares to whoever dared to be mean to you, forcing them to give you a chance, but you always wound up with a new friend by the end of the day.

-If someone made you cry, you were instantly in the arms of one of your many mother figures, from Eve to one of Shiva’s wives or one of the Valkyries, while all of your father figures were dragging the offending party away, telling you they were going to have a talk with them.

-You were overjoyed when one of your older, adult big brothers arrived in Valhalla, running over to hug him and he was shocked to see you there, demanding to know why.

-You just beamed brightly, telling him that you both were dead and you dragged him to meet your new family.

-You were sad, cuddling with Raiden when your big brother left without saying goodbye, but Zeus patted your head, “He said he had something very important come up and to tell you that he said goodbye.”

-You were quick to smile and bounce back, “I hope he comes back to visit soon! I wanted to show him where I play with the other kids.”

-Your family just smiled warmly down at you, hoping the same thing, knowing full well that he was never going to come back.

-But you didn’t need to know that.

-It would make you sad if you knew the truth, and they couldn’t stand seeing you sad.

[amy-the-god]

Yandere Death of Puss in Boots x Reader, please 👁️🫦👁️

Finally a request 🤧✨

Yandere!Death x famale!reader

Blood in the water

Fandom: Puss in Boots: The Last Wish/DreamWorks

Tw: Obsessive, yandere behavior, Age difference (this guy is immortal, and the reader is mortal, obviously there would be an age difference) (THE READER IS NOT A MINOR!) This guy talks about eating the reader in one part so... sexual innuendos? I don't really know, Anyway!, He killed our friends :( but they were bad then.. >;), Short! Single part (maybe)

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(× reader pov ×)

I drank in silence, the loud, drunken laughter and announcing of my friends echoing through the tavern, disturbing the bartender who was trying to do his job in peace

'Let's drink' they said, 'Let's have fun' they said, If I had known that their 'fun' meant them getting drunk until they were almost blacking out, I wouldn't have come

I watch the poor bartender go to the back, get more drinks maybe? Get drunk and not deal with us? I don't know, and I don't think I should care.

I let out a sigh seeing one of my friends fall out of her seat laughing, making the others laugh even harder, I roll my eyes and take another sip of my drink before putting the glass down, if they saw the clear annoyance on my face they ignored it, But then again, why would they care?

I would take it and retreat, going outside to get away from them, Standing under the canopy as I watched the rain falling, Should I leave their drunk asses and go home? No.. that would be too much nonsense.

I sigh again, leaning against the wall, I could enjoy this, the sound of the rain, the peace.. The..

"loneliness?"

I let out a soul-chilling scream, looking in surprise and horror at the large figure that appeared beside me, was I so lost that I didn't notice him? Was he already here?

"Ah.. hello, I-.. I didn't see you there.."

I mumble, straightening my posture and looking away, heat rising to my cheeks in embarrassment as the figure lets out a chuckle, his deep, low voice sending shivers down my spine.

"It's okay, it's not like I mind hearing a girl talking to herself."

I feel the color drain from my face before it turns completely red as I look at him in horror.

"I was speaking out loud?!"

"yep, every word"

He says with a smile and a laugh, Amused by my reaction, I could see his red eyes glowing beneath the hood, His snout was slightly twisted as his mouth was lifted in a smile, When he stands up and leans next to me, making me cringe when I realize his height, He was my size, just a little taller, I gently tilt my head seeing his gray, white and black fur, He wasn't ugly, far from it.

"admiring the view?"

He asks with an amused smile, making me blush and look away.

"sorry to stare-.. it's not.. you know it's not every day we see a wolf.."

He lets out a low snort that comes out as a laugh as he sighs and pushes himself away from the wall.

"okay..look"

And I shiver when suddenly his hand.. paw? slams against the wall next to my head, making a loud sound and making my skin crawl

"I'm gonna go in there and do my job, while you, honey, sit with that cute ass out here, And wait until I'm done, when I'm done we'll go out and have a nice night, sound good? Right"

He says with a smile ruffling my hair, leaving me dumbfounded as he walks into the tavern, What the hell was that?? That's what I thought for what seemed like half an hour as I stood there, shouldn't I run? Why was I standing there? Afraid? Or did I just want to spend time with him?

I blink a few times when I hear him leaving Again after some more time, When I look at him, seeing him dragging a huge bag, A strange liquid staining the floor behind, when he suddenly takes my hand in his and walks away, pulling me with him as I look at the bag curiously, I shouldn't have been following him, so why was I? He could be dangerous, and what about my friends? I didn't go home because of them, I should have waited.

"your friends are fine"

He murmurs making my gaze shift to his face again

"don't worry your cute little ass about it"

He says looking at me from the corner of his eye with a smile, making me blush slightly but look away in silence, Looking at the trees now instead of him, Again, why was I following him? Did I want to be near him? Why?

"because you know I won't hurt you"

As if reading my thoughts he responds, stopping at the river's edge and throwing the bag into it, watching as it is carried away by the current.

"You know you don't have to worry about me by your side"

His attention turns to me, leaving me surprised because this time I'm sure I didn't open my mouth, I didn't speak so how does he know?

"don't worry about it, dear"

He murmurs pulling me closer and wrapping an arm around my waist, slowly walking back the way we came before while smiling at me.

"I'm not like those wolves that are going to eat you and your grandma... well, maybe just you.. And not in the literal sense."

And I blush heavily, stunned by his tone. Swallowing hard as he looks ahead, but my gaze isn't on him or the trees, my gaze is on the water.

Why was there blood in the water?..

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Death the Wolf & Nekom’Annya (more pics below)

My OC is a Nekomata : a Japanese Cat spirit(Youkai) who has 2 tails, can throw fireballs and most importantly : Necromancy (control of dead bodies).

The text in the picture are lyrics from this song. I realy like it and can imagine my OC singing it before meeting Death.

NEW MUSIC VIDEO HERE !

- Yes, I know these characters are not from the same universe, but I thought the joke would be funny...

- Death smells fear. And Annya feels his breath in her neck.

- Annya can call cat spirits and guide them to her by singing. Death seems to enjoy it, haha.

- Trying the ‘Dog puts his snout between their human’s hands’ thingy. (9w9)

- ... Death is a Yandere. Probably.

Death the Wolf from Puss in Boots : The Last Wish (Dreamworks)

Annya the Nekomata (c) /Fanarts by @melachanart​

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