#yandere x s/o

[ocoddities]

Warnings: Slight gore at the end, unhealthy behavior, yandere tingz, random thoughts.

Imagine a god who had been the creator of the world, who was forced down onto the world, and wss hunted down by everyone across the lands for being an "imposter".

Imagine a creator who was beaten, killed, and scarred by the very men, women, and all in between he created. The very beings he fathered with love and affection, killing him again and again.

Imagine you, seeing this dishevelled and battered man, and taking pity on him. The word of the imposter god has spread far and wide, yet you can't help but want to tend to this poor excuse.

Imagine you being the only person who's offered him any kind of kindness or sympathy thus far. Being the only one willing to take him in and care for him when no one else would. Imagine going so far as to protect him from the ones who want to hurt him?

Oh goodness.. He's in love.

Imagine if it's just you two against the world. The time you both spend together, the battles you two endure, the scars of each conflict bestowed onto the both of you for sinning bringing him even closer to you. He'll take every stab, every arrow, every bullet, every weapon in existence to protect you. And if he fails, he'll never let it down, and he'll be engulfed in rage to go after whoever did it.

Imagine, as you two get into a fierce battle, someone cuts his head off. And his divine blood finally spills freely, now resembling rivers of gold. When he comes back, they bend their knees and drop their weapons, begging for his forgiveness. They'll do anything, they'll cut off their limbs, they'll take out their tongues, just for his forgiveness! They'll give him anything.

And he wants you, and you (probably) want him. It takes no time at all for him to make himself yours, throwing a massive celebration as you become his consort eternal. His one and only. The lands are forced to rejoice as their god announces the hand of their spouse, and his acolytes are forced to clap as they watch him melt in your arms.

He loves you with all his heart, and you will always come first.

So imagine using him to make a palace, a castle, the entire realm to your own liking. You ask him to terraform the lands into your own image, you tell him to lift the seas and crush the mountains so that you can build a new world of your own.

Imagine telling him to eradicate the very people you despise. Telling him to put them through the worse torture avaliable, be it physical, psychological, or supernatural. You want them to bleed, to hurt for what they did.

Imagine making the ones who pined for him, who did everything they could to try and earn his forgiveness for what they did, who were his loyal and fierce acolytes who would shatter the world for him, watch as you make love to him and whisper things into his ears.

Imagine telling his loyal acolytes they will never amount to anything, that they will serve for eons and not even hold a candle to you. They hate you, they want to hurt you, kill you… buy they cannot. Their God is attached to you by the hip, and he will not hesitate to erase them from existence if they even so much as upset you.

And he'll do it. He'll do it all without a second thought… because he loves you. He will crack the world open and give you its core, he will pull the limbs and organs out of any living creature and person and craft a being to your very liking. He will pull off his own skin and rip out his own bones if that's whay you want. He will snap the very threads of spacetime if it is something you want. Because he loves you.

He loves you. Oh god, he loves.

He may be a god to the many. But you are his god eternal.

[hexxedcore]

idk if you write for Jayce and I'm kinda having mixed feelings about him after act2 but hear me out: yandere! Jayce's first priority being to look for you after getting out of the hexcore

shamefully i am prioritising this because i have quite a lot of thoughts as of act two 💔. writing will be beneath the cut for people who wish to avoid spoilers. nsfw is included and given a separated section!

also, yes i write for (and love) jayce. i stand with my cancelled wife 💯

WARNINGS: YANDERE, possessive behaviour, delusion, unhealthy + toxic relationship, S2 ACT 2 SPOILERS. NSFW, marking

SFW:

If ‘tunnel vision’ was personified, it would be Jayce after coming out of the Arcane. This man clearly witnessed something so incomprehensibly horrible that it’s amped his determination up to 100%. Good luck with that.

After quite literally squashing Salo, his main mission is you. Find you and protecting you from whatever he witnessed in those Wild Runes from becoming true. Now, we don’t know how quickly time passed for him, but it had to be a long time. God knows what happened to you while he wasn’t there to keep a watchful eye on you. You were hopeless without him — you could be injured, or worse.

You were exactly where he thought you’d be. Tossing restlessly in a bed that was far too large for one person, wondering why exactly his absence was just so abrupt. No letter, no goodbye that morning; radio silence.

You were in for a shock when you were startled awake by the sound of something heavy and burdened being dragged on the floorboards, having little protection save for a knife you’d procured from the kitchen in the case that any burglars attempted to make themselves cozy.

And you were just about to throw it, too, when he stepped into the small gap of your bedside lamp. This was hardly the Jayce you knew; haggard, disheveled, scruffy — most of all, startled, his breathing laboured and his hands tightly clasping his hammer.

That man had dropped his weapon and was on you in seconds; holding you, clutching you, in the fear that you would dissipate if you weren’t treated carefully. The tight was warm and shaky, but most of all oh so incredibly suffocating.

That night there is one thing he’s promising you, like a mantra: he is never letting you go again.

NSFW:

This man is starving and there is absolutely nothing getting in the way of that. He comes out of the Arcane like he’s in a rut and poor old you for having to cope with it. Good luck.

Jayce doesn’t feel like he has the time to be sensual. He can, and still is of course, but he’s rough in the sense that it’s animalistic. He’s acting on his basest desires now, and that’s a stark desire for you.

There is nothing more that this man gets a kick out of than marking you. For general yandere hcs, yeah, but Act Two him? The whole world is finding out about it, believe it. And god forbid you leave some scratches on his back — he’d go feral.

Constantly muttering affirmations that you aren’t going anywhere, that you are so divine yet so so hopeless without him. You missed his cock while he was gone? He’ll make up for that, because like he’d let someone else do the job.

[mercedista]

𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓⠀⠀⠀→⠀⠀⠀𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:⠀A killer breaks into your room, except he doesn't kill you. Well, that's one of the pros of being his girlfriend, even if you don't know that behind the mask is your boyfriend.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒):⠀Porn with plot, horror, non-con, dub-con, mention of murder, threat, poor smut.

𝐀/𝐍: Part two.

Paradise. That's where he was, watching you tremble beneath him, crawling across the carpet in escape-no, in denial that you wouldn't be able to flee. His heart was pounding just as much as yours, that he could swear. Except his was beating out of pure excitement, while yours, certainly, was not for anything positive.

"Oh, princess..." He chuckled, watching your back finally press against the wall, leaving you nowhere to go. He crouched down, the tip of the knife tickling your cheek. He didn't plan to hurt you-not yet-but the threat still loomed.

It hadn't even been five minutes since he broke into your room, and you were already making him hard. He licked his lips, almost savoring your panic, and it was definitely a delight. Yes, he loved the pleasure of killing people, but seeing his little girlfriend scared? That was something else.

Unconsciously, lost in thought, he was caressing your lips with his thumb. You recoiled, almost feeling disgusted by his touch, which might have offended him a bit since that snapped him out of his daydream. It was a little habit he had with you, except from your perspective, it was a killer in front of you, not your lover, so your reaction was more than understandable.

The knife still against your skin, but with no pressure. "Kill me... what's wrong with you? Stop playing with me and just do what you came here to do already," you said.

He tilted his head to the side, an expression of disappointment hidden beneath the mask. He thought it was obvious he wasn't going to kill you. "Stop touching me!" you snarled. "I have a damn boyfriend."

Naïve of you to think that saying that would stop a killer. Though he did find your loyalty adorable, even in a situation like that.

You thought you were successfully distracting him long enough to call your boyfriend, since hiding your phone behind your back was easy with his contact on speed dial.

"Nuh uh," he said. "Not that, princess." He snatched the phone from your hands. Ghostface froze, the shock you displayed gave him an extra dose of dopamine. His eyes shifted from your hypnotizing look of horror to the screen. Not that he needed to read the contact to know who you were trying to call.

His own phone vibrating in his pocket made everything clear. He had a hard time holding back laughter when he realized he was receiving the call.

"He's not going to answer you, sweet thing." His voice came out taunting even with the voice modulator.

Your hand reached for his mask. If you were strong enough-which you certainly weren't-you could have easily torn it off. Noticing your fingers gripping the black fabric, Ghostface grabbed your wrist.

"He's stronger than you." Your voice came out in a near-tense whisper. "My boyfriend. Even if you kill me. He'll find you. He's smart and strong."

"Oh, is he going to kill me, princess?" Ghostface released your wrist and used his hand to squeeze your face, your lips forming a pout, and it took everything in you not to rip off his mask and kiss him. However, that feeling quickly faded when you kicked him between the legs.

Ghostface screamed in pain, his voice modifier barely able to mask his tone with how loud it was. It was your chance to escape, if it weren't for his free hand—the other one was comforting himself where he'd been hit—grabbing your ankle and causing you to fall hard. "You...!"

You struggled, but he easily pinned you to the ground, stomach down. For God's sake, he almost lost his mind; lucky for you, he wasn’t in the mood to stay single that night.

Even though it wasn't in his pre-defined plans—or even in his current ones—to kill you, he wasn’t going to let it slide. Yes, you were his girlfriend. Yes, you were terrified, and it was justifiable. And yes, he loved you. But every action has its consequence.

His gloved hand left his crotch and tangled in your hair, his fingers gripping tightly to stop any further rebellion from you. Not that there was much chance of that, given that his heavy body was pressing you firmly against the ground; now, there was no way out.

"Damn it, I was going to play nice, but you just had to pull something like that." The killer gave your hair a sharp tug, and then a small yelp escaped your lips as you received a smack on the butt. And hell, you didn’t know whether it was his strength or the leather glove, but one of them—or maybe both—made that cursed slap hurt.

You didn’t even know where his knife had gone with how fast things were happening, but from your point of view, it wouldn’t be long before he drove it into your stomach.

You felt his weight lift off your body, but there wasn’t much time to think about it, as Ghostface was already dragging you by the hair to the bed, where he sat down. He forced you to kneel, still holding onto your hair. For a moment, his fingers relaxed imperceptibly as you gazed at the empty black eyes of that mask with your adorable, tear-streaked face staring back at him.

[quiet-place-for-thoughts]

Thinking about Characters who are meant to be dangerous, Dottore, the harbingers in general, kokushibo, Uppermoons and such. Dangerous and evil beings they are considered with a lover like Columbina in the most recent hoyofair. Just so ethereal yet so fucking eerie and creepy, there's just something so.. Off about them that you can't quite grasp but all you know is you should RUN. Just evil characters with a lover who's probably the same or worse than them.

Likt the reader seems to know too much. They let things slip they shouldn't know or things not even the characters know, like reader casually mentions something that Archons didn't know and then just laughs creepily when asked about what they said

Imagine this with obey me cast, their innocent human isn't so innocent hm? The look and realisation of it all is just 😍

Especially in like SAGAU, all loving creator? Nah get whatever this is. A ethereal yet eerie creator who is just.. Yes.

Have a nice day

[ablobwhowrites]

Cult of lamb shit post and some rambles

Follower y/n: "you know, being a follower isn't so bad"

Other follower: "I don't know, our leader brought this new co leader I guess? Their kinda weird"

Follower y/n: "like how?"

Goat: "AAAAAAAA-"

Follower y/n when they got kidnapped by the bishops of the old faith (they don't know how they got here)

Other follower: "oh y/n! How was going on your missionary quest?"

Follower y/n: "nearly got mauled by brought back this big guy, was a bit hard but I did it!" *Narinder in his big form behind y/n as y/n and him hold hands*

Other follower: "oh by the lamb.....I don't even wanna know how."

jerk follower: "god that y/n person is so annoying, like why does the leader like them? They aren't spe-"

Lamb standing behind the follower: "you wanna repeat that?"

follower y/n seeing the bishops of the old faith send their followers to take him back

[urds-lover]

SOFT YANDERE NEUVILETTE X S/O

It started with lavish gifts, each one more personal than the last. A delicate bracelet, a pair of sapphire earrings, luxurious dresses—all of them carefully placed in her home where she would find them. Then came the flowers: perfect Romaritime Flowers, left on her kitchen counter, her bedroom, even her bathroom mirror. Each gift came with a note, always signed the same way: "Truly yours, N."

At first, she felt flattered—who wouldn’t? Someone was clearly infatuated with her, someone willing to spare no expense to shower her with treasures. It was obsessive, but she never felt unsafe. She’d catch glimpses of him sometimes, a figure disappearing into the shadows, always keeping just out of sight. Whoever he was, he seemed harmless, almost protective. She convinced herself it was romantic. Yet, deep down, a small, unspoken unease lingered, the feeling that this man—this N—was watching her too closely.

But soon, she began receiving notes that were different—vulgar, threatening. It was clear there was another stalker in her life, and he wasn’t leaving gifts. His messages were filled with violence, the promises of a man who wanted to take, not give. She felt like her life was unraveling, as if both men were slowly tightening their hold on her, one with lavish gifts and the other with fear. She started locking her doors and windows obsessively, but no matter what, the sense of being watched never left.

Then came the night when everything fell apart.

She heard it first—the sound of breaking glass. Her heart raced as she stood frozen in her living room, paralyzed by the realization that someone had just broken into her home. Her hands shook, fear gripping her as the door slammed open. The man who entered wasn’t N. His eyes were wild, predatory. There were no flowers, no notes, only the violent intent in his gaze as he moved toward her.

She screamed, scrambling away, trying to reach something—anything—to defend herself. But he was too fast, grabbing her and throwing her against the wall. His breath was hot and heavy against her skin as he pinned her down, his hands rough and cruel. She struggled, fighting him with every ounce of strength she had, but it wasn’t enough.

Just as the darkness was closing in, a thunderous crash echoed through the room. The air seemed to shift, becoming colder, wetter. Water began to surge into the room, crashing in from nowhere and slamming into the man with an almost terrifying force. He was flung across the floor, his body pinned by the water as it twisted and coiled around him like a serpent.

She looked up, her breath coming in ragged gasps, to see him. "N".

His figure was imposing, his long silver hair flowing like water as he stood in the doorway, his eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. The water responded to his every movement, tightening around the intruder, who whimpered and gasped for breath. Neuvillette’s expression was cold, devoid of the gentleness she had once imagined from her secret admirer.

“I warned you,” Neuvillette spoke, his voice calm but filled with an underlying menace. “You were never meant to touch her.”

With a simple gesture, the water constricted around the man, squeezing until he passed out, his body crumpling to the floor like a rag doll. Neuvillette’s gaze finally shifted to her, his face softening only slightly as he approached her trembling form. His hand extended toward her, but she flinched, unable to move, her body shaking with fear and confusion.

She felt tears spilling down her cheeks as the weight of everything hit her—two stalkers, one violent, the other her so-called protector. She wasn’t sure which one terrified her more.

Neuvillette knelt down, his eyes scanning her for injuries. His voice was softer now, almost soothing, but there was an edge to it. “He won’t hurt you again. No one will.”

“You’re safe now,” he whispered into her hair. “I’ve always been watching. I’ve always been here.”

She froze at his words, her heart pounding in her chest. “It was you,” she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re the one who’s been leaving the flowers, the gifts…”

Without thinking, she reached for him, her body moving on instinct as she collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. For a moment, he remained still, and then his arms wrapped around her. His embrace was firm, possessive, almost too tight, as if he feared she might slip away from him.

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his own glowing faintly in the darkness. “Yes,” he admitted, without hesitation. “I’ve been watching over you for a long time. I couldn’t let anyone else near you.”

Her mind reeled as the full weight of his obsession settled on her. This wasn’t romance. It wasn’t love. He had been stalking her, manipulating her life from the shadows, and now, with the other stalker gone, there was no one left to protect her from him.

But as she looked into his eyes, there was no fear—only a twisted sense of security, as if she was safer in his arms than anywhere else. And that terrified her more than anything.

With a final shuddering breath, she whispered, “What do you want from me?”

Neuvillette smiled faintly, his hand brushing a tear from her cheek. “Only what is already mine.”

[gulnarsultan]

‼Warning: Yandere, stalker, kidnapping.‼

》 Yandere Jasoon Voorhees and female reader. 《

You were going to work as a camp counselor at Crystal Lake for the summer. You actually loved being outdoors. And you had great skills when it came to dealing with children. After a few hours of driving, you reached Crystal Lake. They gave you information about what to do and the campground. In the afternoon, the bus carrying your group of children arrived at the camp. You were going to be counseling a group of six children, three boys and three girls.

In fact, after the first few days, the children got used to you and that made it easier to deal with them. You didn’t leave the children alone, you made sure they had enough food and water, were healthy, safe and happy.

There was a group of young people at the camp. In fact, even if they invited you to have fun, you didn’t accept their invitations so as not to leave the children alone.

In the meantime, you were doing your daily chores, unaware that there was someone watching you from a distance. Every now and then, you got the feeling that you were being watched. However, you tried to ignore this feeling.

"See Jason? What a good and well-mannered girl."

His mother's voice echoed in Jason's mind. It was true, he thought. He had been following and watching you for days. You hadn't been drinking, you hadn't been doing anything sexual, and you were doing a great job with your camp counselor responsibilities.

"She'd make a perfect wife. You liked her too, didn't you?"

Jason's cheeks flushed under his mask. He nodded. In Jason's mind, you were a true Princess. He had to protect you and keep you safe, because he had chosen to be your loyal guardian. Nothing strange had happened during the camp, except for the fact that the other group of teens had gone missing.

During this time, the male duties that the other assistant counselor was supposed to do were done on their own. You were actually grateful for that. You couldn't imagine chopping and carrying heavy wood, carrying supplies, and doing other heavy work.

On the last day of the camp, all the students in your group had been taken away by their parents by noon. After organizing the camp, you started to pack your things. After packing everything, you drank a glass of juice. However, you soon felt very tired. You lay down on your bed and closed your eyes. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in another cabin, in a bed, and one of your feet was chained to the bed. When you looked around in fear, you noticed Jason sitting in a chair on the side. You buried your face in the pillow in fear. Jason approached you with heavy steps, left a few daisies next to you, and gently stroked your head. Then he left his cabin. A voice inside you told you that you were stuck here forever.

[thatgirlyourejected]

Sagau au part 3

Pt. 2 Pt. 3.5 part 4

Tw. Creator death. first death; killer Morax, A.k.A Zhongli

The creator was surrounded… no, that’s not right… I was surrounded; yes much better. The towering figures of my angered children, pointing their fingers cursing me as an imposter. Maybe I am, I don’t know anymore. Yes this is my body but the soul in it is innocent, they are me and I them. My poor child of light.

“Why can’t I just be happy!?” I cried golden bloodied fingers clawing the grass. “It’s not fair! Just because I have this face that I never chose do you deem me an abomination! I want to live! I want to be happy!” I screamed.

“Silence.”

Echoed the commanding tone of Morax.

“You deserve nothing! You are a heretic from the abyss, who dares to copy our creator, not only their visage; you mock their blood. You truly are an evil beast!”

You sobbed vision bleeding to black, as you took a final gasp of air.

“Next time I’ll be happy”

Was your final thought before you were embraced by the stars, granting you new life.

Asks are open

[lapisdeiii]

"your desires,my darling?" Are you serious 😃😵‍💫🫠😳😇 AnyWAY. Your first Zhongli HC was... intense. Would you like making a second part for.. the general public 🤭 Im sure everyone would appreciate it

𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗔𝗥 𝗗𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗬 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜 𝗣𝗧 𝗜𝗜

SYNOPSIS : y'all asked and i am delivering again!! since you lovely gems liked my first sugar daddy zhongli headcanons, i'll just give you some more <3. these will have the same tags !! 

WARNINGS : dub-con , manipulation , isolation , forced dependency , financial abuse , gn reader used, daddy kink. forced marriage. nsfw themes

A/N : i do not condone irl yanderes . if you are ever in a situation like this, talk to someone immediately .  goods underneath lol

zhongli loves you, desperately so. he wants to keep you by his side, perhaps even marry you. he finds that he cannot even dream of a life without you.

but, of course, a silly little thing like you wouldn't want to stay with him for long, and move on to the next thing. what's this? you seem to have taken an interest in a boy at your college? well, that simply won't do! daddy will just have to remind you of why he is the best option!

every night he spoils you, not with just the amazing times you have in bed, but to the perfumes or cologne he purchases. everything he buys you is meant for you and you alone

he'll take you at times to a fancy dinner, but they always end up a little steamy as zhongli takes good care of you under the table, playing with you and mumbling the nastiest things as his gloved hand grips your thigh to keep it from shaking as you cum for the nth time by his hand, and close to the final climax, he pulls away his hands and he whispers that when you both get home, he'll make you a crying and whining mess on the bed. a little treat for being so well behaved and good!

he keeps you in his penthouse. you understand, don't you darling? a man like himself always gets lonely without his little gem to hold and spoil every chance he gets.

you find that at your college, nasty rumors have spread around about yourself, that you are a no good gold digger. your room was trashed, and the door to your dorm was spray painted with nasty words! you run to daddy afterwards and he consoles you, his poor baby. you have no idea it was him that spread those nasty rumors about you, daddy just wanted to make sure no one got too close to you, especially those nasty frat boys and sorority girls!

he'll try to slowly coax you out of college, you seriously don't need that degree darling, daddy will just take care of you for the rest of your life. you worry about getting older and him not loving you anymore? oh sweet thing, he loves you more than life itself, no matter how old you get, daddy will always spoil you rotten.

he'll tell you in that deep velvety rich tone, how much he loves you as he finds purchase in your hips, deeply thrusting into you as you whine and beg for him to stop, your protests muddled with whines of pleasure and need

"daddy! oh daddy hng~! stop, i can't take it any more" you whine out softly, clenching bed sheets as zhongli thrusts hard and fast into you "oh my little gem, you'll let daddy have more right? yes darling you will, mm daddy is addicted to the way you feel" zhongli's hand slides under your chest and his thumb lightly traces your nipple. at this, you let out a sweet moan. "now, daddy wants you to cum a couple more times for me, oh yes.. such a good little gem"

zhongli is a traditional man, and of course like said before, he wants to marry you. he'll pick the perfect month, the perfect day. you won't mind that daddy is an auspicious man right? he wants to marry you at the perfect time, with or without you always agreeing!

he says your relationship is special, not like the other sugar babies before! to him, they are just play things.. but you.. you are his special little gem, the only one of his sugar babies to ever catch his attention and snare him down.

his dream is to have a child with you, move you to his mansion in liyue and keep you as his cute housespouse. you'll be happy with him, he's sure of it!

these headcanons are more popular than i thought lolol!! i hope you enjoyed my gems!!

[v2lyakz]

Traumatized.

Prompt: Michael Myers X GN! Reader who got traumatized by another Killer during a trail

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Warning! Suggestive SA! Angst!

THE SHAPE

When he first saw you he wanted to take you away, something was calling him to you, telling him to leave this realm with you in hand.

But he entered this realm on his own, he couldn’t just leave now. He had to get what he came for, Laurie.

You were a rookie, your perks all involved hiding and healing, things you did best.

You didn’t want to fight, trying your best to muffle your cries. You were small, frail, you weren’t like the others. You weren’t tough, you didn’t become emotionally numb to the trails.

That small thing about you, that small difference made all the more noticeable.

You distracted him in trials, of course he still killed you. But he made it quicker, so you wouldn’t have to suffer the same fate of the others, the same destiny when they faced him.

To suffer and suffer and suffer over and over again.

He could admit that it was amusing to hear you curse once he came after you, how he went straight after you when you got off the hook.

“He’s fucking tunneling me!”

You weren’t a fighter, didn’t want to be. And no matter how much he tortured you, your spirit of kindness and compassion never went away. Until, one match.

Not with him, but the clown.

A day had went by, this was normal. Sometimes the entity had rest weeks only to start again. But when you returned nothing felt the same.

Your eyes no longer had the shimmer of hope in them, your hands scarred and covered in dry blood. And most of all, you were facing him head on.

Maybe you grew guts, random burst of adrenaline is what he thought, only to realize you were just throwing yourself on his knife. Purposely losing just to get out of the hell hole while you could, you left him stunned. Your body lied limp below him, freshly in the dying state.

He didn’t kill you, he left you there.

Your soft echoes and cries were no longer, just gurgles of blood and confusion.

He wasn’t going to give you what you wanted, he was going to slaughter your friends and whoever caused the disruption in his ritual with you.

The trial went by quick and easy, the second to last survivor attempting to negotiate with him only to be met with the tip of his blade, you were healed, “friends to the end.” Had been activated. As much as he despised needing help he enjoyed the powers gifted by the entity.

You were just sitting in the basement, not moving a muscle.

The closer he got the better he could hear your soft whimpers, your soft cries. Your repeated whispering “he touched me.” And “I just wanna die.”

His first thought was ‘who the fuck touched you’ and which way they were going to die. You screamed as his tall frame came out of the corner, putting your back to the wall as you closed your eyes awaiting your repetitive doom.

But he didn’t move, he just stared at you, his breathing heavy awaiting answers you didn’t know he wanted. You tried to move but he came closer.

“What do you want!?”

You yelled at him, he didn’t take nicely to it but he had more important matters. Scanning your body for any sign of injury or mark he knew he didn’t cause.

Suddenly, you coughed. A pink gas flew from your lips lightly. One word in his head ‘clown.’

He swung his knife twice, and threw you over your shoulder as pitiful as you were you didn’t dare to try and wiggle off. You watched as he passed the hooks wondering if he was just teasing your death. Taking you to the furthest one because he knew you weren’t going to contest.

Though to your surprise he didn’t, the hatch laid below you as he threw you down. You went to look up at him curious of why the embodiment of evil had spared your life but he was gone.

He dived into the hatch, and immediately when you spawned at the campfire you were bombarded with questions from your teammates who spectated the match, and other survivors who caught wind of the situation. You couldn’t answer there questions because you don’t know why he did what he did, or why the entity let him do it.

But all you knew is that ever since then the clown never bothered you again, every match with him you’ve never gotten hooked, gassed, or killed. He sometimes aided you with the hatch.

At first you didn’t know why, until you saw the new slashes on his body, the blood covering his clothes, and his makeup fading by his own tears.

You don’t know what the shape did.

What Michael did.

But whatever he did, he did it well.

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[wockyxslvts]

His naive girl.

Prompt- the devil comes to kill your boyfriend and claim you as his, but is weakened by your prayer. Luckily, you’re naive enough to believe that you should help him heal.

He hated how he felt about you, how you were one of his fathers creations yet he didn’t crave to destroy you.

Instead protect you from all that he was.

He was destruction, evil, conniving all that was devoid of light. Maybe it was your nativity that intrigued him.

How confused you were about your religion yet was somehow still a martyr for God, how sorry you felt for the Devil.

You thought that the Devil would sometimes look at the sky and want to come home, when that was the last thing he wanted. An angel of music, yet he wanted to be much more.

So when he saw your pathetic boyfriend, a liar and a cheater. He thought, who’d care if he died? And even if someone did, he’d still kill him anyway. He didn’t want to acknowledge you, didn’t want to acknowledge this raging feeling in his ‘soul’ that called him to you.

Yet he was in your living room, horns grazing his head in his humanoid form. His eyes pitch black with red orbs, teeth as sharp as daggers in his mouth.

His dark sharp claws grasping the throat of your boyfriend as he snaps his neck, his teeth covered in blood from all those little attempts to fight back.

A scream was heard from behind him, and of course it was naive little you.

So as you went to run to the door he locked it, locked the windows and cut the power.

The moonlight still dimly lighting the living room.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

He growled in the darkness, making his way towards you. He knew he wouldn’t have hurt you, he didn’t want to. Finally something he didn’t want to ruin, didn’t want to hurt. But he just couldn’t say it aloud-

He couldn’t do much in his humanoid form, at least not as much as he could in his true form.

By now he was upper stomach to nose with you, his towering unnatural height compared to your limited human frame.

“W-what are you?”

You stuttered, your voice was a low whisper not wanting to provoke the monster.

“The Devil.”

Your eyes widened at his words, backed into a corner in the darkness with the ‘lord’ of hell in front of you.

Immediately you began praying.

“Lord God, please protect me from all evil. You are father who art in heaven and devours all darkness from your creations. I worship you in heavens name my lord Jesus Christ and I-”

His skin immediately began burning, his ears rang because he knew soon enough his father would’ve came if you continued.

He couldn’t grab you, not with you uttering those words.

“Enough!”

Is all he yelled before the building began shaking, his overwhelming power and anger was evident.

Naively, you shut up.

“What do you want from me?”

He could hear the shake in your voice, could hear every inch of fear leave and enter you. A repetitive cycle.

“You.”

Is all he growled before getting closer, close enough to grab you. Your back was to his stomach as his teeth grazed your neck. Sadly, he couldn’t take you back to hell with him. A power he didn’t even hold, only his father.

Your breath was hitched and fast, and so was his.

His grasp was strong, but he had still been weakened from your words. Such a weakness he couldn’t oppose.

His head was ringing, so he let go and grasped his head.

You watched from the corner, watching the large beast drop to his knees and yell. Cursing, and groaning from the pain.

It’d take a while before he fully recovered from this state, despite how much he hated it. The power of God was outmatched.

“Are you okay?”

A sweet little voiced called him from the madness, and all went silent.

He looked up to you to see you standing above him with a hand worriedly outstretched.

Of course he wouldn’t take it, an ego to big to.

“Was it the word Jesus?”

You fucking idiot, and with those words his body collapsed. A king of darkness rendered unconscious by a word.

-

He woke up on a soft mattress, his horns had torn the pillow beneath him. He was still weak and there was nothing he could do.

A door swung open and there you stood, walking in with tea in hand.

“I don’t know if this’ll help, but it usually helps me.”

All he could do was growl in the bed, his scowling and agitation was evident. Being helped by a human was the last thing on his list.

He couldn’t move his arms, so you sat him up and put the tea to his lips, a hassle moving the larger build.

He drunk the tea, either that or his humanoid body would’ve choked. As much as he hated it, it felt good and soothed his parched throat. You placed your hand on his chest to slow the liquid down, and as soon as he finished the cup you moved.

The ringing began again as soon as you had left him.

His groaning was loud and evident he was in pain so you ran back to him, your hand on his forehead.

“What’s wrong?”

He didn’t know, all he knew is that he didn’t want your hands to leave him. Though everytime you moved he groaned so you sort of got the picture.

Neither of you knew how long he’d be in this condition so both of you had to buckle up for the long and unknown ride.

[jokers-doll]

Shoutout to the self-shippers who self-insert (or see yourself) as their f/o’s canonical partner!

Shoutout to self-shippers who imagine themselves as their f/o’s canonical partner when they read f/o x reader fics. . .

Shoutout to the self-shippers who feel hurt when people post negatively about their f/o’s canonical partner because it feels too much like they’re talking about you. . .

Shoutout to self-shippers who read fanfic about their f/o and their canon ship and feel like they’re reading about themselves.

You are valid, and your f/o adores you <3

[ddarker-dreams]

ahem. please consider the following concept because it's been making me lose my mind:

before your paths crossed, the mara that afflicted yan blade had a fluid form, shifting at will. it utilized a wide range of ingredients to serve him torments made to order. while effective, his mara wasn't content to reuse the same old parlor tricks. a certain spice was lacking. one that when shoved down his throat, would eviscerate him from the inside out. however, when you entered the picture, its pièce de résistance could finally be presented on a silver platter.

all along, you've been the missing flavor, as you alone can inflict a mortal wound upon an undying man. it considers you a muse. now, it assumes your likeness when delivering jeering taunts or wicked temptations. your voice echoes in his head. crooning, at first, like the first notes of a lullaby. to him, your voice represents warmth. the sole connection he sees any value in maintaining. his mara knows this and preys on it.

when he teeters on the brink of madness, it's you he sees, radiant and untarnished by the viscera he wades in.

"look at you," this false prophet hums, using your tone and cadence. "this is all you're good for, isn't it? hurting others, i mean."

not you, he'd think. a futile rebuttal.

'you' laugh, your eyes gleaming with unbridled malice. "not me? all you've done is hurt me. just changed your methods, is all. you've taken my happiness, my future... i'd rather you use your sword and get it over with."

the edges of blade's vision turn red. this isn't you, this isn't you, but it might as well. and does that not make it worse? for an apparition to steal the words you're too afraid to tell him?

"not an apparition," 'you' correct. "i'm all you're guaranteed."

he's becoming someone he isn't — or, worse — something he'll never not be.

...

when kafka finds him in the aftermath, slathered in gore, she muses that the blood will wash off, but 'your' influence won't. his mara recedes, grinning with satisfaction from knowing it'll always come back.

[frogspond200]

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘

Requested by: Anon

Ask: Hello! I enjoy your content a lot and i was wondering if i could ask for a yandere prismo x human reader headcanons?

Warning: general Yandere behavior

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Prismo is deeply obsessed with you, even though you're just human. He watches over you constantly, even creating multiple alternate realities to ensure your safety and happiness. Prismo offers to grant you any wish you desire, no matter how extravagant or impossible. He does this to keep you by his side and fulfill your every desire.

Prismo becomes incredibly jealous of anyone who gets too close to you. He might manipulate reality to remove potential rivals or obstacles to your relationship. Expect grand romantic gestures like personalized alternate universes, elaborate date nights, and gifts that are tailored to your every whim.

Prismo may try to isolate you in his time room, believing that he’s the only one who truly understands and cares for you. He uses his reality-altering powers to keep tabs on you at all times, ensuring that you’re never out of his sight, even when you’re in different dimensions.

Prismo is a master at manipulating your emotions. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy and with him, even if it means altering your feelings or memories. He promises you an eternity together, using his powers to stop time or create timeless pockets where you can be together forever.

Prismo’s actions can be unpredictable and erratic. One moment, he’s showering you with affection, and the next, he’s taking drastic measures to eliminate perceived threats. If you ever try to leave or resist his advances, Prismo’s actions can escalate to dangerous levels, as he’s willing to bend reality itself to keep you by his side.

[problromantic]

So I think we're all in agreement that L would be the type of yandere that prefers subtle manipulation. But what I don't see enough is the fact that L is stupid rich (he has the ability to make 60 million a year on stocks alone when accounting for inflation, I did the math but I hate math so you're not seeing my work) and he would use that to his advantage. And I'm not talking about money he could use to keep his beloved trapped or make sure whatever crimes he commits are left unseen (though push comes to shove that might be the case).

I mean that L gets very generous to build a rapport with his sweetheart.

Imagine that they have a go fund me, a small business, they're a small streamer or they do independent sex work online. One day they're suddenly getting massive amounts of money. If it's a platform where interaction is encouraged he comments just a little paired with that money, just enough to make them wonder why or how. And he keeps at it until the interactions are normal, until the object of his affections can't help but drop their guard a little. That's his in and he has the patience to wait for it to all seem natural as he slowly guides them towards an online friendship. Until it gets to the point he's offering to buy them anything they could want and they start to feel a bit indebted to him. He starts to test the boundaries but only ever to keep them safe, comfortable, and to know every single thing about them. Though he knows he has to hide that last part.

And don't they want to go on a trip? To meet up? (So he can see them in person finally and keep love bombing them.) He knows he looks a bit odd in person but he's still being friendly in his way. He just wants them to grow attached to him and learn it's okay to be completely dependant on him. He's fully aware it's wrong, but what he'll have to do if it doesn't work is much more uncomfortable for them (he has to; he won't be satisfied with his life if he doesn't). So in the end he finds it hard to care. Especially if they enjoy it.

[fru1tsnacks]

Introduction to S/O In Wonderland.

An AU where S/O replaces Alice in Alice In Wonderland, and the turtles (maybe others?-) knows who S/O is when S/O was a child.

Now obviously, S/O does not know who these creatures are when they fell down that rabbit hole chasing that rabbit?

So, when S/O tries to leave and explain their not their S/O the turtles do not like that. And would try anything, to have you stay...

You want to leave? Wait! Leo wants you stay for tea! Go ahead! Drink it.... It's your favorite...

You want to explore? Donnie has everything you could have! Why would you leave...?

You want to stop cuddling with Raph? Oh! It looks like he lost his watch... Again...

You want to stop playing with Mikey? Oh! It looks like you got paint on your outfit... Don't worry! Just stay and he'll get it out...

(not even joking- these boys will do ANYTHING, to keep you around...)