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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.

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Oh my God??? This is so good.

Your wishes his demand.

Yandere millionaire X black F! reader

Warning! Unspecified age, older white guy X younger black female reader, kidnapping,

He was making your dream come true, it was fate that you ended up with someone like him. So why were you crying?

Why didn’t you enjoy the chains that bounded you to the bed in his mansion.

You were his pretty black girl, with daddy issues.

And he was your man, who just happened to be a psychopath.

He loved you, and you didn’t even know he existed until today. Despite how many years he spent outside of your window watching you be his weird little girl.

Talking to yourself, crying over arguments with your family, getting high late at night, reading those pieces of fiction about men you’d never have, telling your online older boyfriends how much you’ve always wanted to date an older guy, only to end up being used.

He wouldn’t do that to you, that’s why he killed them, even went as far to kill a couple of your celebrity crushes.

God he was seething when you cried over them.

He only let your family live because of how much you loved them, despite the arguments, the fights, and the mental hospitals they’ve put you through.

Sure you were a little crazy, but he didn’t care he’d kiss the scars on your skin, he’d kiss your insecurities away.

You didn’t have to be embarrassed with him, all those times he watched you do the craziest things from your window, with a smile on his face.

So why were you breaking down, why were you begging him to take you home, why were you begging to leave him?

He fit the description you craved, the older, tall, white, fit, psychopathic, rich male.

So why didn’t you accept him, and all his trauma?

Accept him, and all the bad things he’s done, despite it being murder, despite it being stalking, despite it being illegal to even be with you.

But this was what you wanted.

His hands wiped away your tears, cradling your face.

“Do you like it?”

He asked, his voice coed in your ear.

Showing you the outfit he bought for you, something that had been pinned in your Pinterest for a while.

But he had access to all of it, your contacts, your socials.

Because that’s how much he loves you, all of you.

He’d take you back home, but it wouldn’t be the last time he saw you or the last time you saw him. He just wanted to spoil you, and love you until both of you grew old. Despite his being sooner than yours.

“Don’t cry, you’re too pretty to cry.”

He placed a kiss on your forehead, finding you beautiful despite the tears and snot that coated your face.

“I love you.”

He tucked your braided hair behind your ear, admiring every part of you.

The only reason he’d let you go today was simple, he was wealthy, rich among millions of men. So if you went home, called the police. Nothing would happen, they’d drop it. It’d just be pointless, but he admired you.

He knew you’d try, his brave girl.

You didn’t know how much power you had. He’d commit wars if it meant pleasing you, he’d be a nation wide serial killer if it meant you’d be happy.

The God forsaken things he’d do.

Just say the word, and the world will burn.

He did it all for you, you were the only thing stopping him from destroying it all. His pretty angel, could you believe it all started just because he saw you walking down the street with tears in those pretty eyes.

He didn’t believe in love at first sight, hell he didn’t believe in love at all until he saw you.

The anonymous gifts he sent to your house in your name, the most expensive jewelry, anything on your wishlist.

He didn’t get how you didn’t understand that someone wanted you.

Someone needed you.

And he didn’t care how many skulls he had to stomp on to get you, how many people he had to crush.

Wondering why all your bullies in school went away, wondering why your ex boyfriend disappeared.

Why the bills your parents couldn’t afford had been paid.

He didn’t care for them, he didn’t care for anyone- but his care for you outweighed it all. He didn’t care about his life, the only reason he went on living is because he couldn’t stand the thought of someone else having you.

He fucking loved you, and just couldn’t get enough.

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GODS FAVORITE MORTAL.

YANDERE God X UNNATURAL reader

Prompt: you came out of no where! The only thing he didn’t create, where did you come from?

You were just a simple worshipper, just like your mother and father before you, and theirs before them.

Though the more you began to stop coming to worship the more he paid attention to you!

Why did his sweet creation not want to praise him anymore? Did the goals he gave you not help you enough!

YANDERE GOD! who ruins your love life because who wants you to fail in love with him, yet you just insist on dating people!

YANDERE GOD! Who lets you off the hook once or twice with your jokingly blasphemy.

When he created you at first you were like the regular bunch, he loved you and he’d take care of you like the rest if you let him.

Though you started to intrigue him, a weird calling to you. He was all knowing, yet this feeling was indescribable.

YANDERE GOD! Who immediately stalks watches over you.

YANDERE GOD! Who was a little scared at first, he was God, so where did this feeling come from?! Was this what humans called romantic love?

YANDERE GOD! Who couldn’t believe it, this wasn’t according to plan but immediately began to subtly communicate with you. Which accidentally lead you to believing you were schizophrenic.

YANDERE GOD! Who convinces you to keep this to yourself, wondering why he couldn’t remember creating you, wondering why he couldn’t read your mind?

“Since we’re close and all God, can you give me a boyfriend it doesn’t even have to be-”

“No”

YANDERE GOD! Who refuses to intervene in your life! (Except when you almost fall in love like he intended before he saw you) you must learn like any normal person!

YANDERE GOD! Who calls you his divine, and subtly flirts with you, who praises your appearance and soul.

YANDERE GOD! Who refuses to let you die, you always manage to survive countless of accidents unscathed!