#yandere scythe x reader

[lynxtheserval]

Hi im the anon that requested for scythe chasing the reader.

And yes,like thoese typical yandere pslsls im so down bad for this womwan🙏🙏🙏🙏

Fun to write wooo, I might do a part two if I remember about this lmao

Man sorry if it seems lazy at any point as well

Yan!Scythe x reader -

(TW: yandere shit, stalking, getting chased, a single curse word, possible ooc scythe)

All you heard was whistling and the heavy ba-dump of your blood through your ears. You tried to run as fast as you could through the dusty ghost town you managed to get lost in.

Your shoes pounded against the sand, and your legs were exhausted. You've been running for who knows how long at this point.

You turned around a corner and sat next to a wall to try to catch your breath. You hoped she wasnt following you anymore, but you still heard the whistling and humming of that… monster. The whistles sounded farther away now, but you still weren't fully safe. You don't know what she wanted from you, but what you do know is she's been chasing you for what feels like an hour, carries a terrifying looking gear, and she’s the most wanted in all the factions. You weren't that special of a person, you weren't a criminal, nor anybody important, you have no idea what a person like HER wanted from you.

You got snapped out of your train of thought when you realized you could hear footsteps now, oh god.. she was close. You were frozen with fear, you held your breath and stayed as still as you possibly could.

The footsteps got louder, and louder, and louder.

“Ya know, you can't run forever, sugar.”

Her voice was.. intimidating, to say the least. She had a very strong southern accent, if she wasn't chasing you down for who knows what reason, you might have found her voice attractive.

You said nothing and continued being as still as you possibly could.

“Listen, baby, I ain't gonna hurt ya! Just come out of your little hiding spot, so I can see your pretty little face.”

You seriously doubted that she wouldn't hurt you.

Scythe was getting annoyed now, where the hell were you?! She never loses her sights on a target, but you were much more than that. You were actually important to her. But of course you didn't know that, you just met her, after all.

Except she's known you for a while.

You were such a precious thing! Your adorable face, your laugh, your beautiful eyes, oh.. and your personality! She loves every bit about you.

That's why she isn't letting you leave.

You were still hiding, she knew you were around here, somewhere. You were terrified, you didn't know what to do.

So you stayed in your hiding spot, and waited.

And waited,

And waited.

It felt like forever, you couldn't hear her footsteps anymore, so you think you're in the clear to go.

So you carefully step outside your hiding spot, and look around.

It seemed cl-

“FUCK-”

You got kicked down on top of the sandy ground, and heard a menacing laugh behind you.

“Oh sugar.. I'm glad I was able to find you in the end! You hide well, I'll give ya that.”

You got the breath knocked out of you, gasping for air. The woman placed her foot on top of your back, not too hard as to hurt you, but enough to keep you from getting up and running.

“Now, you're probably wondering what I want from you.” She paused, trying to figure out what she wanted to say. You nodded, and tried to speak, but she interrupted you. “Well, darlin’, I want you.”

“Wh-what do you mean!?”

She took her foot off of you, but before you could do anything, she grabbed one of your arms, forcing you up. She then brought you into a hug, wrapping her arms around you.

“Ya see sugar, you don't know this, but I've been watching you for a while now.” She grinned at you, looking into your eyes. God, you were so much prettier up close.

“What did I do to anger you?!”

“You didn't do anything, darlin’. Except steal my heart!” She laughed, “And trust me, baby, I ain't angry. It's reasonable that ya would wanna run away from me.”

You looked at her with fear in your eyes and she took notice of this, and loosened her hold on you, instead of hugging you, she was now just holding your hands.

“Relax, I'm not gonna hurt ya! I just want you to stay with me for a little while, it won't be bad, baby, I promise.”

And then your vision went black.

[nyctoaerah]

⋆♱⋆YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW

WARNINGS: Yandere Behaviors, Drugging, Abuse in form of ‘Training’, Breaking bones.

PAIRINGS: Yandere Hashiras & Yandere Uppermoons x Reader

You’re a fanfic writer who always enjoyed writing deranged yandere bullshit, and a sadistic one at that — you’re always making sure to make your mc’s suffer just because it’s satisfying, and they were never spared from the torturous path you laid out for them.

Little did you know that your grisly storytelling would come back to haunt you, for you ended up getting isekai’d on one of your fanfics, because for some reasons, life decided to be an ass, and the the grim reaper’s scythe whisked you away to the realm of one of your fanfics — and the sensation of being isekai’d into your own creation was disorienting, to say the least.

After all, the very same fanfic that you got reincarnated into was the most disturbing of them all — your yandere kimetsu no yaiba fanfic.

The atrocious acts you've inflicted upon your protagonist are beyond twisted, like seriously fucked up. You didn't just stop at giving them a shitty backstory and psychological trauma — oh no, you cranked it up a notch by tossing in a goddamn harem of yandere nutjobs. These thirsty-as-hell psychos were so off their rockers that they veered straight into bonkers territory, their obsession reaching levels that would make even a deranged serial killer blush.

They were downright bat-shit crazy over the MC, like, borderline certifiable. It was as if the MC was their holy grail, their reason for living.

Not the cute and endearing kind of devotion either; we’re talking hardcore, stalker-level obsession.

The only one who were somewhat less psycho yandereish was Mitsuri... but then there was Obanai, who was a walking danger zone on steroids...

Every damn piece of that twisted fanfic you cooked up is a total shitshow.

Kyojuro went batshit crazy over the MC because they stood up for him against his dickhead of a father. Shinobu turned into a psycho stalker because she couldn't wipe her own ass without the MC's help, resorting to schemes like trying to paralyze and drug them just to keep them on a leash.

Tengen who thought that he could charm the pants off the MC until he got a taste of competition and spiraled into a possessive man..

And then there’s Sanemi who’s the most cray cray of them all... He practically broke the mc’s bones and beat them up into a pulp, all because he couldn't handle his jealous rage and tried to pass it off as some sick form of ‘training’

And the demons? They’re more worst than the hashiras.

And the worst part of it all?

You were now the reincarnation of the MC.

©𝐍𝐲𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐡 || 𝐌𝐀���𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.♡

𝐀/𝐍: this is just the outline but i think that i’ll publish this one on my wattpad soon after i finished doll smitten, still debating on whether i should make this one a female or male tho^^ +++ this one’s gonna be a harem.

[heirloomgem]

Insatiable {Sung Jinwoo x Reader August One-shot}

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except for my characters and plot.

Warning: Slight Yandere from the reader and Jinwoo. Sorry for the missed grammar.

Hello everyone, I hope you've been well! I would like to present to you this month's one-shot! The timeline is before Jinwoo met Joohee.

The request came from @xxeclipze. [Hello! Can you make a sung jinwoo x s rank fem reader whose a grim reaper class, she's quiet and a simple minded person who has never once joined any guild since they want to stay independent.][Hello! Can you do sung jin woo with a s/o who's a quiet and simple minded person and they wield a scythe, they had never once joined a guild at all. They're a s-rank hunter too :>]

Watching from the podium as every high-rank hunter did practical combat, Sung Jinwoo's eyes never left your figure as you fought your opponent with the grace and precision he had seen in his early days.

Your hands show no wasted movement as you strike, your steps were solid as you stride to your next target, and your eyes, observant of your enemy's weaknesses.

All these never escape him and yet it’s not just these that Jinwoo observe closely.

The way your hair swayed with your movement, the spark in your eyes as you enjoyed the thrill, the curve in your reddish lips as you taunt your opponent, the sweat that trickled down your slender neck as you tilt your head.

Completely different reasons that he shouldn’t have noted in the first place, however to Jinwoo, he fervently etched it into his very being.

Once, Jinwoo heard that a small spark was all that was needed to ignite a man's obsession.

As the weakest E-rank, Jinwoo was always on the verge of death whenever he entered a dungeon. But with the circumstances, he’s been given, he never had a choice but to always take a step towards death.

And this one was no different from the others he had faced and yet so different at the same time.

The sole reason for that is because of you. An unknown S-rank hunter who was not affiliated with any of the guilds however you work with the hunter association in exchange for keeping your identity.

Jinwoo has learned these only by coincidence when you had been assigned to work with him and the other hunters for another raid.

Jinwoo's impression of you at first is a weird, playful but kind hunter as you accidentally bump into him. The coffee that he just bought spilled on his shirt.

Seeing this, you quickly panicked, bowing profusely, and apologizing.

Seeing that the situation was unavoidable and it was just a pure accident, Jinwoo waved it off with an awkward smile, hoping to diffuse the situation. However, that didn’t seem to work as you looked at him and the coffee he dropped, a flash of guilt on your face.

Bowing again then you quickly ran off in a different direction, Jinwoo thought that that was the end of your interaction however it wasn’t long before you returned, this time with a drink and food in hand.

Giving him the food and drink and not even waiting for him to decline, you told him it was in return for earlier.

Jinwoo, with a panicked expression, tried to decline “This is too much it's just a coffee that was spilled. You didn't have to go through all that trouble.”

With clear and bright eyes, you smiled, “This is nothing. Beside the coffee is for the coffee as for the sandwich…”

You grinned before putting a finger in front of your mouth, “It’s because I find you cute.” You winked and chuckled as Jinwoo blushed. Seeing him so flustered, you couldn't help but find him even cuter.

Thinking that’s enough teasing for the young man in front of you, you winked and smiled at him before giving a small wave and left; leaving a frazzled Jinwoo.

Staring at your disappearing figure, he couldn’t help but think for a moment of your smile. It was beautiful and sincere even though a glint of playfulness was mixed with it. It's so unlike the ones he was used to receiving when he became a weak fool of a hunter.

And for some reason because of your smile, he finally accepted your offer. The lingering hesitation he still has vanished and a warmth ignited within him.

Smiling, Jinwoo took a bite of the food and enjoyed the enriched flavour of coffee on his tongue, his mind drifting to you again.

When he had been trying to calm you down earlier, he took notice of the massive bag behind you, deducing it might be your weapon.

Unusual though never rare as he has also seen other hunters carry such weapons in size. The only thing he’s worried about is that your choice of weapon might have been too big for you as he saw how petite you were.

Later, he considered how foolish he was to have such thoughts as they entered the dungeon and were unexpectedly engulfed by a red gate.

As soon as they entered, everything was calm and controlled. The more experienced hunters were swiftly taking down charging monsters, while he did his best to defend and went after the weaker ones. Unfortunately, his caution didn't prevent him from getting injured.

As the group delved deeper into the dungeon, the atmosphere grew increasingly perilous. The mana in the air darkened, making it difficult for the hunters to breathe, and a sense of fear began to weigh on their minds. The monsters they encountered were noticeably more powerful than those they had faced earlier.

Even the strongest hunter in their group was visibly struggling to deal with the monsters, while Jinwoo could only focus on defending his life.

In the corner of his eyes, he saw you.

He couldn’t help but find it weird as he never saw you use the massive weapon on your back. Only a short sword in hand when confronting such monsters.

However, before Jinwoo could ponder more, screams echoed from all the hunters in his group and he felt like a massive weight fell on him, making him slam into the ground because of an unknown fear and bloodlust that suddenly appeared in the air.

His ears were ringing, his mind disorientated, but once Jinwoo got his bearings, he struggled to lift his head and saw that all his comrades had fallen to the ground. Some fainted, some half-conscious, coughing up blood.

That’s when Jinwoo noticed liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth. The taste of iron on his tongue. Looking down, he saw red droplets staining the ground.

He then heard a growl, a group of monsters slowly prowled at their group as they eyed them, ready to hunt and eat them for their next meal.

Jinwoo thought that things couldn’t get worse when suddenly a massive creature, a chimera, emerged. It’s the dungeon's final boss.

Dread filled Jinwoo’s being.

The thought of his sister waiting for him at home and his mother in the hospital made him tear up as he struggled to get up, to get away.

Abruptly, Jinwoo saw one of the monsters run up at him. The monster's fangs were just about to hit him when he felt a gush of air ruffled his hair. The monster that was about to kill him was now lying in front of him, cut in half.

Blood splattered on his clothes and onto his face; Jinwoo looked up. There in front of him, he saw you.

A massive scythe in hand, adorned with a crimson essence stone, almost resembling a demon eye. A long curving silver blade extends from a skeleton whose skull is wrapped in razor-sharp blades sticking out in different directions, while the rib cage connects to the red and black stem of the handle, which ends in its lower backbone.

 “Are you okay?” You ask, your eyes never leaving the monsters that started circling your group.

Jinwoo silently nodded before realizing you couldn’t see him “I am.”

“That’s good. Take cover for a moment.” You frowned, eyes without the hint of joy nor playfulness from earlier. And yet Jinwoo couldn’t help but find you alluring at that moment.

With a flick of a wrist, your scythe twisted in your hand with ease as if the massive weight was nothing and without a moment, you disappeared, only leaving dust in your wake before Jinwoo heard yelp and howls of pain echoed as you dealt with them swiftly.

Heads torn from their necks and split in half from head to groin. This was the sight Jinwoo witnessed in disbelief as you fought them with such calmness.

All of a sudden, Jinwoo saw the chimera preparing for a breath. He screamed, not caring for his life but yours, “Watch out!”

Evading at the last minute and with a solid step you rush forward, a hand lowered on your weapon's handle and this time you swing your weapon much faster and sharper, completely decapitating the boss of the dungeon, not even leaving a chance for a counterattack.

And with a loud thud, its two heads fell on the floor, cracking the ground.

Finally, as if a weight was lifted from his shoulder, Jinwoo couldn’t help but hyperventilate. All the suppressed emotions he had been holding since the moment he noticed that there was something wrong with this dungeon, came crashing down.

He clutched his chest and tried to calm down, but no matter what, he couldn’t, and beads of sweat dropped faster than the last.

Glancing at him, you turned back, kneeling before him and placing a hand on his forehead. Ignoring the sweat and blood that clung to him.

Still breathing with difficulty, you frowned before meeting your forehead with him, your eyes locking with his frantic ones.

Your voice quietly whispering, “Take it slow and match your breathing with me… that’s its. Just like that…”

Your soft and warm voice made him follow with ease. The soft caress of your hand on his cheeks calmed him down and calmed his trembling body without reserve as he basked in your soft gaze.

The sensation in his cold limb slowly came back as your warmth spread throughout his body. He was sure his ears were tinged with red now that he regained his bearing, though still disorientated.

Sensing that he had calmed down, you smiled softly.

“I’ve heard many things about you, but from what I’ve seen so far, you’re a strong person.”

No, he wasn’t. Jinwoo thought. He wasn’t strong as a hunter. He’s the lowest in his rank. If anything he was barely hanging on supporting his sister and mother. However, before he could wallow more in self-pity, you interrupted as if you heard him.

“Of course, I’m not talking in that sense.” You chuckled.

“I might not know you that well, and we have only met today, but something in you just told me you're a strong person because you're so kind."

You admitted, closing your eyes as you nuzzled into him, ruffling his already messy hair.

Since your first raid, this man immediately caught your attention. Not because of his rank or anything special but because of the kindness and strength inside him.

Learning new little details about him as you observe him every time, a fondness within you arouses.

Even though your personality changes into a confident combatant whenever you enter every mission, you don’t dare to talk to him. Shy and blushing at the mere thought of talking to him, but the incident earlier gave you the courage you needed to take the first step.

Even at this moment, you knew you were pushing it; however, with the way your path is going as a hunter. This was the only time that you might be able to confess to the man who has caught your attention so wholeheartedly.

You did have past crushes; however, they were only admiration by the end of the day and faded right away but this time, it’s different.

He’s different from everyone.

Deep inside, you realize that there wouldn’t be anyone who would be able to compare to him and that there wouldn’t be a chance for you to be with anyone because of him, however, you didn’t mind.

He captured your very being.

Opening your eyes, you softly and lovingly gaze at him causing his already flushed cheeks to turn redder and his eyes reddening.

Noticing that your breaths were intertwining together, your eyes lowered and stared at his lips. If you moved even a little, your lips would finally touch but...you knew that this wasn't right.

He wasn't yours, and you weren't his.

And so with a deep ache inside of you, you close your eyes again, chuckling and lifting your head. Jinwoo then felt your warm and soft lips on his forehead, hearing you say before his consciousness slowly faded.

“You won’t be able to remember this but I like you, Sung Jinwoo.”

And with that, everything went blank.

The next time he woke up, medics were rushing everywhere, assisting him and every hunter who were now out of the gate and regaining their consciousness.

He couldn’t help but look everywhere, looking for you in particular.

He didn’t know why, but now a part of him longed for you deeply, and with time, it seems to only intensify.  

Walking towards you with a calm façade but with trembling hands in his pocket, Jinwoo helplessly clenched them tightly, holding his sanity.

It’s only been a few years but he felt like it’s been an eternity.

As Chairman Go Gunhee introduced him to you, Jinwoo felt some blood flow from his trembling fist as his nails dug into his palm.

Jinwoo lowered his eyes as it darkened. He tried his hardest to calm down as he felt that at any moment he might just grab and attack you, his desire and longing just barely contained.

Letting out a small breathe, he then gave you a close-eyed smile, apologizing to you in his mind.

Now that he finally caught up, this time, he won’t let you go that easily like he did when he was a weak hunter.

Now that he remembers your confession, it’s only right of him to reciprocate it, right?

A/n: It was only supposed to be a short one-shot but it got longer than expected. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one-shot!

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[after-witch]

Horrorfest: Summer Storm [Yandere Summer Spirit x Reader]

Title: Summer Storm [Yandere Summer Spirit x Reader]

Synopsis: You had forgotten what he was. Now you remember.

For Horrorfest request: –“Let's talk, you and I. Let's talk about fear.” –Stephan King, “Night Shift.” And I think this one would be pretty good for your Summer spirit, in a moment of terrifying clarity! Like he's not flippant or playing around/indulging you right now he's serious.

Word count: 600ish

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader

“What would you do, if I left you?”

The question had been asked so stupidly, so carelessly. Not because you were unaware of the weight of it, but because you thought he would brush it off, and you could force yourself to brush it off, for at least another summer. 

You thought he would laugh and smear the white globs of sunscreen he sometimes produced from thin air onto your nose; you thought he would push you into the ocean, or find a crab along the beach and threaten you with it.

You thought those things because you had forgotten.

You had forgotten what he truly was, in the lazy haze of those endless summers. He had become lost in the refreshing breezes cutting through the heavy shimmering air, in the taste of melting popsicles on his lips as he kissed you, and kissed you. Lost in the laughter as he pulled you through another season, hot summer grass tickling your legs, saltwater sticking to your skin. 

But you remember now. You see him now, sitting next to you, even though he has his sand covered legs pulled up to his chest as he might have on any other summer evening spent on the beach.

“What… did you say?” You ask, even though you know the answer. It’s an answer that cut through the hot hazy fog of your brain and reminded you that the man in front of you was no man at all.

He tilts his head towards, eyes gazing forward, the color of them now the awful gray-green of a summer storm. You want him to repeat it–you don’t want him to repeat it. But he must, and he will; both of you agree upon this without saying a word. 

He doesn’t sneer as he speaks. Doesn’t gloat, doesn’t threaten. He doesn’t loom over you or speak in dark growls of a dime novel villain. He merely states a simple fact, spoken into the hot evening as easily as any pleasantry you’ve shared before. 

“I would destroy every crop in the country. I would see to it that there is no summer harvest. I would wither everything that dares to bloom in autumn. I would see them all starve come winter and I do not yet know if I would have enough pity for you by the next summer to let anything be picked even then.”

The words join the fireflies beginning to dot the horizon, flickering in your heart in the dying evening sunlight. Unlike the fireflies, the words will still be there by morning, a permanent scythe hanging above your head.

Hanging above the heads of the people you loved–and the people you didn’t. People you didn’t know. Children who had been born since he took you away, some of them perhaps relatives, nieces and nephews that you’ll never hold. 

Innocents, not-so-innocents. People who would starve and wither like the crops, if he willed it.

If you willed it, you think, abruptly–and not without the thought catching something dark inside your chest. That same dark part that had not quite forgotten what summer could do, if it wanted.

“But I won’t leave you,” is your answer, a forced lightness to it; a forced breeze of your own, as artificial as the electric fans he sometimes shows you. “I was–I was only asking. To see what you would say.”

His eyes remain storm-gray for a few moments longer, and then he reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. Calming himself down, you think, letting the storm ebb away into some other world, some other season.

“I sometimes forget,” he admits, smiling in a way you don’t want to understand, “how often people ask things they’d rather not know.” 

A firefly lands on his knee; it glows, then it doesn’t. 

[valentine-cafe]

hi hi hi, could i request herrera husbands (verse 209) dealing with a secret admirer?

(gn reader)

at first, it starts really innocently. short letters left on their desks, decorated with small hearts and wishes of their days going as pleasantly as they can. after awhile, along the written notes, small gifts appear. at first it was mostly some candy, then small packs of cigarettes, and recently some red lipstick for rishen (with a hopeful note, that he will like it), human teeth for jingyi (with a note, that the one particular employee he recently got irritated at won't bother him anymore!!). . .

it's all fun and games, but no one is perfect. even phantom thief had to get caught someday, and this apparently has to happen to their not so innocent admirer. . .

˖⁺. ﹙ the mad doctor & scientist husbands  x gn!reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . caught a hint, dearest !! 🍒 :  yandere ˖ mad doctor ˖ snake monster ˖ hybrid monster ˖ mad scientist characters﹙ 209 jìngyí & rishen. ﹚

ah the herrera husbands, ever as clever. they know just where to look.

“i truly am still bummed i did not get to do the job myself,” jìngyí sighs as he finishes reminicing together with his husband, as they look down at the most recent letters and gifts received.

“well it is nice to have someone do the job at times, especially with how busy we are!” rishen exclaims as he chuckles. lifting up the small glass jar with two eyeballs rolling and floating around inside of them.

one might wonder who wanders eyeless now. if they even have the legs to walk with.

the note that had been on the gift read: “to rishen, let the eyes that looked at you with such haughtiness never do so again.’ and truly, the scientist was flattered.

yet, he also could not help but feel a bit like his husband. they adored your actions. whomever you were, you certainly were devoted to them. good, they like that.

but! they enjoyed the thrill of the chase as well. some of their recent hitlist victims had been discarded of before they as much could get a chance. and the clock was only ticking by every minute, as they were on a closer path to figuring out who kept leaving these notes around and gave them such amazing gifts.

“an assistant perhaps?” jìngyí suggests.

“i do not think so, we would suss them out quickly.” rishen responds with a soft coo in his voice. he lifts up a picture of one of the several suspects that they have gathered.

“perhaps they do not even work here, dear.” another chuckle escapes his mouth. as his arm swipes across the desk and the pictures all fall and scatter across the ground. flaming up with a glare from jìngyí. he may lack his scythe. but he never forgets his spellcasting lessons.

rishen makes his way over to the window of their office and leans to peek over the edge.

“i think that this is someone who is a regular.” with a sharp pointed index, that traces across the window and makes its way to your figure. he smiles, and tilts his head. blinking slowly.

a tut breaks the silence, jìngyí joins his husband. regal and refined as he always is as he watches the passerbyers down below in the streets. quick to catch sight of where he needs to.

“that would make sense indeed. that would be a patient of mine.” he hums and smiles, narrowing his eyes slightly. catching onto the fact you stand frozen on the concrete ground because you have noticed. they see you.

with a bag in your hand, full of gifts no doubt.

[buriedpair]

AHH SORRY COULDN'T RESIST ASKING FOR MORE!! I just love this whole idea of a casino setting frfr

What if MC wanted to try what OCs do? Following OCs around like a puppy lmao🧎

Amias: they pester him trying to get him to teach them the da way of winning (and pool game. Pool games are hot, you can get quite handsy with someone while teaching lmao)

Edge: they follow him and clumsily try to shuffle the cards and do tricks. Ain't it adorable? Look, Edge, it's a new focus!!

DD: MC wearing clothes to match him and begging to get their hands on DD's scythe to try to scare away problematic players like a bouncer (they don't. The one scaring folks is behind MC l can sense it 😭)

Jackpot: dancing. Pole. Pole dancing 😳 shy MC wanna try it, but oh my would you look at that, such snuggly fitted outfit may reveal too much (and everyone can see it? Scandalous!)

Gambit: MC follows them with a masterfully crafted pout, trying to copy them and their stoic posture. Someone giving trouble to Gambit? MC is here to save the day! (apparently, the poor naivety doesn't realise Gambit can scare everyone in this room by only a stare)

- stargazer who is set on knowing the lore!! 😭

Well well well, stargazer. Ask and ye shall receive!

Yandere!OCs x GN Reader

Teaching MC to be like them!

Amias

You're right. Pool games are hot. Amias is definitely enjoying his chest pressed against your back as he leans over you to teach you how to hold the pool cue. You seem thrilled when you so much as hit a ball. It's cute.

You wanna learn to gamble like a pro? Sure, just sit on his lap and he'll teach you the ways of the cards. He'll tell you all the values of every hand, he'll teach you to spot a liar, and he'll teach you how to get past Edge's tricky dealing.

Edge

Did you know you only have to shuffle a 52 card deck seven times in order for it to be as shuffled as it can be? Well you will. Edge will literally lecture you on cards and dealing and drunk customers. Hell, Gambit will practically hire you after he's done.

He's happy to teach you all he knows, especially if it means you're giving him your undivided attention. EXTRA especially if it means he can punish you when you get something wrong. Nothing too bad, dear. It's a beginners mistake. You still need to learn somehow, though.

Double Down

'Oh my god couples outfits' is probably his first thought. God, you look so cute. He's not even sure where you got clothes that match his, but he's living for it. As for his scythe... Sure, use it. He doesn't care if you wreak havoc on those around you, it just means you're a quick learner. Even the adorable you is more threatening with a giant human-sized weapon.

He still thinks you're cute though. Of course you can't stomach his job, that's why he has to do it. It's okay though, you can pretend like you're scaring off drunkards with your silly scowl and he'll threaten to throw them into the fountain if they try to tell you you're not scary.

Jackpot

No. Never. Not in a thousand years. You're too divine to be seen in that outfit, please change. He's a hypocrite in this situation, but does he care? Absolutely not. He'll steal Gambit's jacket to cover you up and sneak you off to probably go cry.

He'll sob into your confused, barely covered arms in the back room, whining all the while about how unfair it is. You're for his eyes only! Don't you even care? Why are you laughing?!

Gambit

Gambit doesn't understand why you want to be like him. He'll teach you how to handle finances if you want, but he doesn't think you'll like it. It is enjoyable to watch you glare at disrespectful customers like you're his own personal bodyguard, and it's nice to have you hang around, too.

If anyone gives you trouble, though, they're banned for life. You're the new co-owner, and he will not tolerate any disrespect toward you. Besides, you'll have to get used to it anyways when you eventually become his sweet little spouse.

[theyanderespecialist]

Grell's Trans Man (Headcanons/Scenario) Yandere Grell X Trans Man Reader (Black Butler)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another chapter! This one is with Grell (Who is a trans woman in canon!) and she is yandere for you her trans man! Headcanons and Scenario! Let's do this! But first Disclaimer! 

(Disclaimer: Grell In Canon is a trans woman! Black Butler takes place in the past before surgery for bottom surgery was a thing! So Even though Grell and Reader do not have bodies that would match up with their true gender, they are still trans. Trans women are Women and Trans Men Are Men! Trans Rights Are Human Rights!

Disclaimer: Grell is not yandere in canon, but once again she IS A trans woman in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)  

Please enjoy this chapter here, all of my sexy muffins!] 

-Yandere Headcanons With Yandere Grell X Trans Man (AFAB/FTM) Reader From Back Butler- 

.Grell is a man-loving woman and she is a bit boy-crazy. 

.You were socially transitioned, so you used a specially made and modified corset to bind your chest. 

.You also cut your hair to a shorter look and wear male clothing. 

.She falls obsessed with you, more than anyone else. 

.She was shocked that she realized you were like her but the opposite. 

.That you were born female or were a man. 

.She feels like you understand her in a way that no other person has. 

.She feels safe with you and she adores you. 

.She expresses how sexy you are and how she finds you to be so manly. 

.She is always making you feel like the man you are and always is comforting you when you need it. 

.Like when you are going through your period. 

.She is supportive of you and lets you hold onto her when the cramps are so strong. 

.She also lets you be the man in the relationship and loves when you are the gentleman opening the door for her. 

.And calling her, your lady~ 

.She adores you and is very protective of you and can become very jealous. 

.She hated when women would throw themselves at you, what harlots they were thinking that they had a chance with you. 

.She would have sex with you in many ways. With mainly you doing the bottoming from the top. Your guy's sex life is very unique in that you take control and be the one on top. But her cock would be inside your pussy. Still, you are the one to take control even though it is different parts for you guys. 

.She would not let you become pregnant, helping you make sure that you guys do not have sex when you are in your fertile time. 

.Also sometimes if she can find a way for you to have something to fuck her with. She would love you fully topping her~ 

.If people misgender you, she would not like it once, she would even kill humans with her death scythe, even though she is not supposed to. 

.No one insults her man. 

.She hopes that one day she could marry you and make you her husband, she imagines in a perfect world you would be her husband and she your wife. 

.So that is why her being your bride is one of her biggest dreams. 

.She would deal with rivals by scaring them off and killing them is she has to. 

.She would be the type of yandere that loves to shower you with affection and to make you feel so good. 

.She will help you feel like the man and for you to ravage her~ 

.She adores kissing you, like kissing you is even better than sex as it is so very intimate! 

.She can be a bit of a clingy yandere as well, she would not want to let you go and would love to snuggle in your big strong arms~ 

.She would confess to you with a well-written love letter where she expresses her love for you and shows you just how much she loves and adores you. 

.If you accept her love she is over the moon and cannot help but spin around and squeal with how happy she is. 

.If you did not accept her love she would be heartbroken and have her heart beak. 

.But she is not going to give up, she is the type of yandere that no matter how turned down she is not going to give up. 

.She will continue to love and adore you and show you were love to her final days! 

(Grell) (Her Super Touchy, Clingy, Obsessive Love~) 

(No One's POV) 

She loved you, loved you more than anyone else. She fell for you the moment she met you. She did not even know that you were born female. It did not matter to her, you were still the most stunning, handsome man to her. You are HER Stunning, handsome man! 

"(Name)!" She cries out when she sees you, she was on a job and was happy to see you, her stunning man. 

"Grell!" You cry out and smile at your girlfriend as she jumps down and pulls you into her arms. 

Her hands had even made a small grab at your ass~ She loved your tight ass~ 

"I am so glad to see you, you look even more handsome than usual~" She compliments you~  "Oh, thank you, and you look even more beautiful, my sweet lady~," You tell her and she blushes.  "Oh you are a sly sweet little devil~" She says. "So what are you doing out here?" She asks you. 

"Oh, my father wants me to meet ...someone." You say and look away, your father wanted you to meet a man, to have a suitor and a husband to stop all this silly gender nonsense, his words. 

"Oh, who is it?" She asks feeling a bit jealous as you seem to be keeping a little of info out from her. 

You sigh and look at her. "Grell, my father wants me to see Count Viktor. For a possible husband." You tell her making a face. 

Grell's face darkens. "Where is this man." She says. 

"Grell it does not matter who he is, I shall not accept his advances." You try to tell her but she grabs your chin. 

"You are my man, my future husband, and I will not let some man steal you from me. Now my sweet (Name). Tell me where he is." She orders you.  "Alright, he is down at the tea shop." You tell her and she nods your head kissing you deeply.  "I will deal with him, here go to the tailor and get a suit on me." She tells you, she was forgetting her mission and was going to make sure this man stayed away from you. 

You belonged to her, you were her future husband and she would not let any man, woman, or child have you. You are hers, and only hers. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[bloodyinkandquill]

Hey Phighting x Reader fans, there’s this one post here that I cannot find for the life of me, it was Yandere!Scythe x Reader and Scythe kidnapped reader and would switch between sickly sweet and loving and telling Reader in detail about her kills especially if it was someone close to Reader, I can remember it but I can’t find it, any help?

Apologies for my hiatus, I just needed a break so I’ll be back soon, life just comes first!

[offical-ouroboros]

dude your unknown x readers are SO. HOUGHHHHH /POS,,, there is so little content for it anywhere but yours is utterly DELECTIBLE, if u do post the singularity thing you wrote i would be more than happy to read it bc i also love that freaky lil chewed gum looking son of a bitch 🩵🩵🩵 - a-monsters-chew-toy

yesyyeysyeysyeysyeysyyeysyeysysys I love finding other people who enjoy monsters like me (*´꒳`*)

Please note this entire thing was written with me in mind and I didn't actually expect anyone to be interested... And it's a bit of a three parter! If you like this one, I'll post the second piece as well :3

Feel free to request anything specific you'd like for future posts!!!

~☆

Should or Shouldn't - 1

CW: yandere stuff idk, hux kidnaps you lol, heavy projecting on reader character because this was from my docs fanfics, not proof read cos these are my late night rambles, slight nsfw implications through speech??? man idk I'm crazy for hux, male pronouns for reader lol

~♡

Thunk.

You dropped the pallet down, stunning the creature.

“You should not do such things.” Its glitchy, monotone voice uttered.

You paused.

You didn't even really have time to run before it spoke.

And for some reason…

“S… Sorry.”

It paused.

Then its sleek, metal leg crushed the wooden planks under it.

And you didn't move.

And it didn't hurt you.

“Is this the part where I run?” You speak up, half jokingly.

“No.” It says plainly.

“Calibrating... Your refusal is futile.”

“I- Sorry…?” You say again.

“You are not fit for this experiment. I will be taking you now.”

“W-What?!” You cry out, trying to take a step back.

It quickly grabs you, clutching the back of your shirt with its claw.

“You should thank me for this.”

You tense.

“T-Thank you…?”

You're so confused.

“Good worm.”

Things just continued from there.

You stayed in its grasp as it brutalized the others in the trial, mangling their legs so they'd just bleed out.

And then, when the realm was about to collapse…

You just went unconscious.

+

Waking back up was a nightmare.

At least, you wished it was.

You were somewhere in its realm still- The Entity’s hand picked wreckage of whatever planet the Singularity had come from.

You were on the floor. It was cold. But on the bright side, there seemed to be… Some kind of fabric near you. Large enough to cover most of your body, if you curled up.

You start to stir more, pushing up before falling flat back down as your limbs buckle under you.

Yelping in pain, you can't help it but cry.

Your pain is only worsened when you feel… Something… Coiling around your ankle.

It's like the fleshy plants of this planet. Like the nasty growths of skin covering the Singularity’s robotic form.

You whimper and tug on it, panic setting in.

There's a few odd clunks- Getting closer.

But you're too terrified to process them.

“Stop struggling.” Its voice suddenly speaks up, shocking you out of your efforts. You scramble back, still laying on the ground.

“Refusal is futile. You are safe now.”

In what world was this safety?

"What are you talking about?"

“Your inferior mind was no match for future experiments.”

“Lemme go-” Your voice cracks and you break down into a sob. “Lemme- Lemme go!” You cry out louder, quivering as you do so.

“You are emotional. It is amusing.”

You shake as your fists ball up. Leaning back against the ruined barrels and such behind you, you simply break down sobbing.

It stares at you, motionless.

“You should not be crying.” There's… It almost sounds genuine. Like it can't understand why you'd be upset with it.

You don't respond. Just cry.

Shuffling closer, its scythe arm brushes against you.

Of course, you flinch away, whimpering. But…

Its head tilts slightly.

“Stop it.” It utters. “Your whines are irritating.”

You keep crying, curling up slightly.

“ . . . Analyzing situation.”

“Calibrating.”

“What is the problem?”

You scowl, glancing up at it.

“You took me.” You hiss.

“Incorrect. I have saved you.”

“You kidnapped me!"

“You were going to get yourself killed. I have saved you. You thanked me.”

You tense.

“Why are you acting up now?”

You tilt your head down, feeling just barely calmer.

“You scare me.” You mumble.

“A logical response.”

“So you'll-”

“You are never leaving.”

Shudder.

“Fuck you! I hate you!” You scream.

“Your emotional blabbering has lost its charm. I advise you to stop. Or I will make you.”

A harsh huff leaves you. “What? You'll kill me? Good. I don't want to be-”

You're slammed against the barrels behind you. A quick breath is forced out.

“It will be slow. Painful. You will not die.”

You're back to sobbing, completely hysterical.

“There. There. Be a good worm.” It's pressed closer to you… Oddly intimately. Its right arm is behind you, forcing you to lean into it or risk being cut.

“I hate you.” You whimper.

“Your emotional outburst…. Is valid. You will not be punished for them. If you stay put.”

You swallow, lower lip quivering. And… Hesitantly lean into him, nuzzling softly.

“There. Good…”

It seemed to stop itself from saying something.

“P… Please get- Get my leg out.. Out of th… Please?” You struggle to find the words. “I'll- I'll stay right here. I just… Don't like being tied up when I don't wanna be…”

“Beg for it.”

“ . . . I'm- I'm not gonna-” Your ears move in embarrassment.

“Then it stays.”

“ . . . Mh-” A weak sound escapes you. “Okay.” Your voice is so quiet.

“Little worm is deceptive. He stays until his superior can trust him.”

A little whine escapes you, and you nod.

It's not like you could do much else.

Maybe it would kill you. Maybe, like it said, it would just torture you. The Entity had already allowed it to take you. To remove you from Her trials. Maybe forever. Maybe just until it got bored of you. And by then, She'd likely be bored too. And you'd finally, truly die.

But no.

The Singularity would keep you.

Forever.

You were human.

Bound to have some reaction to anything it did.

The slightest change could spark a massive, brand new reaction.

And it would love to…

Study you.

That's all this was.

Right?

[akiraiscute]

Yandere!Brother!Killua X Sister!Reader

Tw ; literally gore, yandere shit, Spoilers for Season 5 & maybe season 6 (mentions of alluka.)

this is fully Platonic relationship between killua and reader, i will not add romanticism in any of my stories/one-shots of where its siblings.

You didn’t even know what could off happened, you were just following Killua and Gon and their new friend kite, well you think new friend into the NGL. you really didn’t get why they were fighting these creatures yet you didn’t mind, it was fun watching. You get to learn kite’s ability and Kite seemed fun as well! You watched Killua and Gon fight, maybe or not admiring them as they fought.. but it was fun watching them and fighting them yourself as well! Well kinda fighting them, it seemed like Killua kept complaining about it sorta and he seemed a bit pissed off at anything that actually put a hand to you really which honestly seemed weird to you but you didn’t question it as he was your brother! You wouldnt dare question your brother..

The cool new scythe weapon that kite could spawn was cool! Like really cool, you admired his abilities and found him nice.. Kite was really cool as well! Now knowing he will be helping gon find his dad more faster which is always super cool!! Well at least you found it cool, you don’t know about your brother but Killua seemed fine with kite and you trusted his judgement, you always do. You followed gon and killua, kite in front until he stopped and everything went down.. there was another chimera ant, this one seemed more power than each other one.. which concerned you three but when you saw kite’s arm flying you knew to get ready to fight or at least get ready to run off until you saw killua hit gon in the back of the neck and.. you? Killua grabbed gon and you.. and.. and ran.

When you woke up, you were leaning against a tree where you had your head on killua’s shoulder.. You saw gon still knocked out, you looked at killua as he looked at his lap and kept thinking without even realizing you were awake, you didn’t blame him. After literally what you guys just saw, it would.. be sorta hard to take it as Kite just got hurt and you knew Killua would be worrying about making the right decision but you kinda thought it was as literally kite said to leave him behind if anything happens as he would do the same to you three so it was the right decision right? You sighed as you leaned against the tree again and looking up into the sky until you heard a car which you and killua looked ahead to the chairmen and two other guys?… You seemed confused as they talked to killua but you didn’t really seem to pay attention to it until Killua finally noticed that you were awake and grabbed gon.

“{N/N}(Nickname), come.. come on.”

Killua muttered, his own voice shaky. He didn’t know why exactly but it was and you didn’t even question it one bit, You stood up and walked to the car and got in the back and so did he. He laid gon down gently as he watched you also sit down on the ground, close to gon and he almost eyed you like a hawk for no real reason other than he was worried really.. Killua sat down a bit and tried to relax as his mood got a bit too sour for him, he sighed quietly. Mainly not to make any noises that could bother you as well which he didn’t really wanna bother you after what you both just saw, Killua still can’t just believe he ran off like that but the aura around that creature.. it just.. made his skin crawl. He didn’t know why either but he doesn’t wanna think about it at all as it would sour his mood even more. He tried to think about you and alluka, but mainly about you as you were with him right now.. he just felt off about it. Until gon woke up of course..

He looked at gon as Gon looked around and got confused. Before Gon looked upset, he hated seeing his best friend upset but he bit his tongue to keep quiet as Gon looked at him and you. Before the lady with the gum in her mouth and pink hair spoke..

“Kite wouldn’t want you guys to be upset about this you know.”

She was right, like really right, You didn’t know why she was but she was honestly. From little you know about kite and his group, they seem all nice as well.. but from what you know about kite which is not much but he wouldn’t want you three just to be upset about this. He would wanted you guys to at least try to find him or just fight, You looked at your brother, Killua and gon and smiled as you watched gon’s upset look fade away as quickly as it come to exist.. You liked it when Gon was okay, you liked it when killua was okay. You loved it when they were both happy and okay, which always made you smile as you knew that they aren’t hurt in the slightest way really but Maybe. Just maybe gon was.. emotionally hurt, you don’t know really but it seemed like that honestly ..

Hii!! Im back, i was jst posting more on my other acc bc it has been doing good😭 but, ima try to post more and more!! Im so sorry my butterflies!! But get ready to have a lot of stories🫶

— Akira signing off!

[levimanco]

Hold still

(Yandere) Jonathan crane x reader

CW: needles. Fear toxin. Jonathan being cold hearted and sadistic

Oh dear, how could you have tried to escape from him? Don’t you love him? He thought tsking as she looks up at him frightened. “Running away from me? I’m disappointed in you” he sighed, faking sincerity. “I’m hurt my dear, truly. I thought you had finally behaved and you ran off” he opens his lab kit from his briefcase, setting it on the counter space he had available. “You know what I have to do now,” he said solemnly. Your body filled with horror as he picked up the syringe with the familiar blue liquid flicking it and testing it, a stream shooting out from it. “No no no! I’m sorry!” she starts. “I’ll behave! I promise! Please don’t!” he chuckles maliciously. “Oh it’s far too late for that. Although, the begging is adorable.” she starts to squirm from her restraints desperate and scared as he gets closer with the syringe in his hand, the blue liquid gleaming. “Hold still” Her cries and pleas go unheard as he inserts the syringe into her and exiting the liquid into her stream. She hisses at the pain before it started. She screams as the adrenaline and fear courses through her veins, the static looking scarecrow moved closer and closer with a melted face and sick grin evilly laughing as it sharpened his scythe inching closer and the blade getting sharper and sharper soon “slicing” her and starting all over again. Approaching and slicing, melting more and more every time. Crane watched amused. “You brought this on yourself dear, you should’ve stayed here with me instead of running away like a bad girl.” he says. “Tsk tsk tsk. Poor darling, had enough?” she frantically nods sobbing and screaming. It had been an hour of the same torture and she was losing her sanity more and more as the minutes pass. She was sobbing hard and shaking trying to escape the mess. “Alright that’s enough, I believe you learned your lesson.” He looks at her crying face once more before injecting the clear liquid into her stream. She watches as the monstrosity slowly fades away from her. “Will you ever run from me again? “No! No! I’m sorry!” she sputters out sobbing harder. “Good.” he removes her restraints, stroking her face softly with a soft look on his face. “Come here dear, it’s all over. It won’t happen again right?” she nods, leaning in her touch.trying to stop her crying. “M’sorry” she whines out softly her sobbing drying out. She tries not to cry again at the realisation that she may never be able to escape from him again, she was stuck in this hell for life.

This is the first time I write something on tumblr, enjoy and request something!

[acutiewithagun]

I have an idea-! How about Platonic yandere rottmnt neglectful! bro's x villain! sibling reader, they are a western pond turtle, with a yellow mask age is 11-12 years old

The story goes like this, like, reader was ignored most of the time or just left as a problem to other brother, it's like a constant cycle, like if one brother doesn't wanna deal with her they'll give her to another and this repeats or they will give an excuse as to not deal with the little turtle, and this gets bad enough in any possible reason, the neglect gets worse and worse and it's enough to make the reader feel like an outcast of they're own family, more like you don't belong here kind of type

Later on reader runs away and then somehow ended up underground new York city(I forgot what it's called), the reader explore under as they never been there before, the reader arrives in a suspicious place, full of treasures and valuable items..but one catch her eye a statue holding a small broach glowing in the dark, something was...intriguing them and bringing them closer to this thing, and they touch it and felt...a painful shockwave, it was hot at first and the chest of the little turtle hurt for a second before it felt...so cold, but the reader felt something...some overwhelming sense of power it felt..so good., that's how the feeling of corruption is, her anger merging in with the artifact's effects,(it sounds cliche but let's go with it) after this event..the little turtle went Missing, so ofcourse the brothers didn't noticed at first thinking that reader would come back and thought they are just being in a phase or something, but...the reader never came back.. So they grew worried and so they began their search, time went on and on and then..they soon knows that there is a newcomer in the new York city, not friendly, residents saw some ice covering some parts of the city, some people included police investigates but this..strange occurrence were never solved...where was this strange ice and frozen ice towers parts coming from? Who was causing it? Was it for fun? Was it for a reason? Who was causing these deaths? And so the turtles began to grew curious, and incredibly suspicious of this new villain, so they went out to find this mutant..and perhaps put an end to this, so that they can continue searching for their sibling..but when they finally met the figure, they froze, there..stood their missing sibling on top the tall ice tower, the yellow jacket that their sibling always wore standing there, but it was like splattered with some snow, and their sibling was a little pale...the reader still was wearing the mask but it was like it was covered in snow...then the reader looked at them, with a cold stare, the reader turns to fully face them, as the reader took out a scythe from behind their back, ready to fight them.

I wonder how it would go in your own story! Can you please make it long?

I wonder how they're reaction will be?

This sounds so fun, but I don't really do specifications on the mc. I find it's harder than just writing out scenes. I can recommend a few other writers that do work with this type of thing if you'd like.

It's really interesting and if I didn't give that rule to myself I would absolutely write for this.

You sound like you could write this if I'm honest, you have the ground work. All you need is a name for your character and to write it out! I'd read it.

Sorry for not doing this request, I'll make sure to make the rules clearer because I feel bad that you went through all the trouble to share your amazing idea and I didn't write it.

And thank you for asking! I know how hard it is to request something and I feel simply awful for not answering.

I hope you are having a glorious day or night!

[totallynotsweetheartsbelloved]

In the arms of a reaper

Undertaker (kuroshitsuji) x gn!reader

Hi everyone! Here is the angst I promised y'all 😭 I am still working on my yandere!grell x reader but I know that it will be finished soon.

Warnings: angst, death, and grell 🤭 (sorry if I missed anything)

"don't be silly dearie, i would never let a reaper take your soul. I'll keep you alive." The undertaker giggled a little before finally saying "I promise." even though death is his job and taking the souls of mortals is his life, he still found peace in you. He always thought about what he would do when you did die, but he had made up his mind. He wanted you to live, when your time came he would talk to you and explain how you would have to stay with him, for if you left your soul would be taken. "I'm just going out, for a stroll! I'll be back soon" you call out to him. "alright dearie, don't be too late!" Undertaker shouts back. he hears his door close and he decides to sit down, maybe he should go for a stroll too, all these thoughts of death, couldn't be good for you or him. Undertaker notices you from a distance, but he also notices a familiar red reaper. Grell Sutcliff. Undertaker knew that someone was about to die and he would hate for you to see that, so he beckons you to come to him, "dearie! come here" you start to walk over to him. you begin to cross the street, knowing that their was no carriages coming, just as you step forward, it hit you. The soul that was going to be taken was yours. Undertaker watches in horror as Grell walks over to you, ignoring the crowds of people trying to help you, she takes a moment to look at the blood that spills from your head, she didn't want to kill her co-workers lover, but it has to be done, fate told her what she had to do, and she done it. Grell pulled out her death scythe and took your soul. grell watched at all of your memories, your family, friends and all your memories with undertaker. She felt awful. But grell and undertaker both knew that this was your fate, and there was nothing that they could do about it.

[oof-thirsty-hoes-af]

Yandere death x reader (unfinished)

tw: reader dislikes death wolf, kidnapping, yandere

gender neutral (i think)

not revised yet

“Darling~” you heard the wolf hum, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you heard him walking closer to where you hid. How did this even happen? All you did was tell him his tail was cute as the legendary puss in boots was taking down a giant. And then he found you again. He followed you, and refused to leave your trail. But back to the present, you let out a startled scream as he yanked the cupboard door open, exposing your hiding spot. 

“My dearest, I simply wish for you to be near me.” he laughed, harshly yanking you out of the condensed space and throwing you on the counter. 

“You’ll never be able to leave~” he smirked, grabbing your hips and digging his claws into them as he continued fawning against your neck, easily able to hold you in place despite your wriggling and attempts to escape. You didn’t wanna die. Not now. You’re too young! Your thoughts were interrupted as he let go and grabbed your ankles, throwing you over his shoulder. Hot tears streamed down your face as you realized there was no escaping your fate. After not a lot of walking, you were tossed on the ground, a pained whimper coming from you as your fragile body hit the ground. You hesitantly opened your eyes, noticing you weren't in town anymore..? It was dark, trees everywhere, and not a sound aside from both of your breathing to be heard for miles. You slowly look up to the wolf’s face, his red eyes wide and dilated as he stares intently at you. 

“P-please don’t hurt me…” you meekly beg, trying to shuffle away. 

“Hurt you?” he laughed, squatting down to be more your height and grabbing your ankles again to keep you from moving. Pulling you closer by them, he gets on all fours over you, caging you within his limbs. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, I want to love you! I already love you! And you love me too! I know you do!” he almost growled, pulling out one of his scythes and holding it against your neck. 

“You do love me…..right?” he laughs, adding pressure against your neck. 

“Of……..-course..-” you whimper out, having a hard time breathing as he pushes your air pipes closed. 

“Of course you do! I knew you did!!” he cheers, removing his scythe, to your relief. Noticing he pushed hard enough to cut you, he quickly ducks his head down and begins to lap at your bleeding neck. It stung, but you didn’t want to risk fighting back.

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.👁️🫦👁️

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Do you know the anime Soul Eater? If you do please could you do yan!Malleus/yan!Lilia x weapon!reader.

P.S. you can choose the weapon form of the reader plus could you make it that they don’t need a meister?

I do know Soul Eater, Darling

Infact its one of my top favorites of all time

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I love this concept so much

I can see you not being super open about this 

Like it's kind of something you realize that just isn’t normal in twisted wonderland

It isn’t until some dire situation that you feel the need to pull-up

Weapon Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Lilia Vanrouge 

Like imagine he just happens to be the first to find out 

You two are walking and by some bizarre occurrence a magical beast has been released on campus 

It's far past surviving overblot and instead is just a monster with full intentions to eat them

Lilia’s quick to react gaining a read on the situation 

Before brutally attacking with punches kicks 

To find that most are barely causing any damage

“If only I had a..wait! (Y/n)-don’t!”

You run up at speeds close to Silver’s as your arms become scythe blades

And through trained precision and expertise you are slice and dicing at this monster

Until it explodes in ink leaving behind an inky red looking soul floating 

Lilia is stunned as you causally change your arms back before stuffing the glowing ball into your mouth

“Mmmm, that's a different taste from home.”

If he had less decorum his jaw would be on the floor gaping at you like ‘what the heck did you just do!’ 

But he does so he thanks you and will probably continue hanging out with you like nothing happened

When asked by staff how the creature ended up like that he’d take responsibility before confronting you about how on earth you could do that

He happily listens as you tell him about the DWMA and how you apparently have the cursed blood type that lets you be a weapon

He’s enthusiastic about it and begs you to let him take you for a spin

You can refuse all you like but eventually you’ll cave or lose a bet 

And he’s happily swinging you around with some actual expertise

“Ugh I hate having a meister..”

“Oya? But I looove having you as my weapon!!”

He’s genuinely really excited about this 

Now he’s just begging you to come visit him back at Briar valley 

He’d have so much fun training with you!!!

But you resist quite honestly telling him how your not an object and that you don’t appreciate being treated like one

He nods and takes it in before continuing to pressure you into coming with him

Unbeknownst to you that isn’t the only reason why he’s desperately trying to make you come with him

He already loves you a lot

But he just isn’t willing to let you die off in the next 90 years

And even worse he probably won’t get to have all that time with you anyway

But seeing as you aren’t just human

He can exercise a few loopholes 

Not that he wouldn’t have tried anyways this just makes it easier

But until he can get you to agree to walk willingly into his trap home

He’ll just relish to showing off your soul bond when you let him wield you

Because he is insistent he will not fight otherwise

“Lilia!!! This natural Catasrophe will destroy the school if you don’t do something!” 

“Alright…but only if (Y/n)-chan will fight with me…”

“Sure was there ever a doubt?”

“As a weapon.”

“...”

“...”

“No.” “(Y/n) please!!! The school’s at stake!!!!”

“Ugh…fine.”

“Yay!!” 

Malleus Draconia

You guys are going strong before then

You might’ve mentioned in your late night talks

But he’ll dismiss it as a strange human metaphor that your using

But it isn’t until you guys start meeting past the late night talks near ramshackle 

Your in broad daylight enjoying some tea with your favorite dragon-fae 

Only to be discovered and rudely interrupted by Sebek

“HOW DARE YOU, ASSUME SUCH A DELICATE ROLE WITH HIM! I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL TO SHOW YOU A LESSON, IN KNOWING YOUR PLACE!!”

You angrily accept despite everyone scolding him and screaming about how unfair this is considering your the weak magicless prefect of ramshackle dorm

So much so that Malleus gets discouraged from actually telling Sebek to back off

And because Crowley’s useless he facilitates this fight

Sebek is scoffing as he pulls out his magic stick and you stand there hands in your pockets as you wait for the count down

“Go!” 

He fires his hex barely able to see how fast you dodge before darting towards him at speeds he’s never seen

Punch to his neck

Punch to his gut, he drops his wand

You swing your leg past his shoulder cradling his head as it shifts

And for good measure you let your hand take on the blade form as well holding it to his neck

“I think this could be considered my win.”

Everyone is between cheering you on to being deathly scared of you as you back away from Sebek who is just trying to register how easily you actually almost killed him

Lilia and Malleus are both shocked before praising you on making him eat his words

Malleus will have  moped about you eventually dying to Lilia only for this new development to spur the bat-fae on

“Don’t fret my prince, the rules can be bent for someone with witches blood!! Kuku!” 

Not to mention any fear regarding your acceptance among the fae community can be silenced by the actual power of your existence

He’s in high spirits 

For him not only has it been discovered that you can actually handle being his spouse

But he also got to see you fight over him 

He’s not someone for jealousy despite his green eyes but he is one for grand gestures 

And you taking down his own guard to continue being his lover his friend

Its top tier romantic gesture for him

“What are you so smiley about?”

“Hmmm, nothing my child of man…i’m just feeling especially elated.”

[xenia-cenia]

ello

I saw your Zack Foster x kidnapped!reader, i really liked it but now i wanna see how your serious ver would look.

take your time, and thank you!

Funny one -

I was wondering if anyone was going to ask for this one

Showing up once every 3 months to finish one request then fucking off back into the void

Slight yandere at the end

-he had no reason to be attatched to you

-in fact he should be anything but

-so it frustrated him so much that he actually cared about you

-and right when he’s finally coming to terms with it boom. You go missing.

-at first he’s just confused. Did you get lost or something? Maybe see something that caught your eye?

-but then it’s been a few hours and you’re still not back and he feels utterly betrayed. You left him. Just like he knew you would.

-he had been sitting alone, playing with his scythe when a a grainy voice came over a nearby speaker

-“oh my GOD I’m tired of waiting! What are you, stupid? Find your little obsession already!”

-and then he slowly starts to realize what happened. How… infuriating.

-you were there and now you’re gone all because he couldn’t do one damn thing right. All because he couldn’t protect for once.

-he grabs his scythe and with horrible measured actions he cuts down everything in his way

-usually he’d take the time to enjoy his killings

-but not today

-not now

-he wasn’t the smartest, he knew that

-but damn was he strong

-it takes him less than a day to clear the floor

-to smash through the door separating the two of you and seeing you unconscious tied to a chair

-he says nothing as he cuts the ropes

-all he does is check for a pulse before quickly killing the one who took you and carrying you in his arms

-as he looked at you he knew that he’d never let you leave his sight again

-ever.