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ghouljams · 11 months

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Could we see Konig being real stalker- cough cough I mean devoted?

This is not good, the ideas I'm cooking up... At least Ghost gets to see Goose every day, lets keep that in mind. Also let's keep in mind that the nasty boy was retired for being too good at his job...

You tug your front door open because you're half sure you heard a knock. It was hesitant, and soft enough you could ignore it --something you're tempted to do given the sun is barely up-- but it doesn't hurt to check.

"Oh! König," You smile up at him, doing your best to look more awake than you feel. Still, you can't help rubbing some of the sleep out of your eyes. You note he's wearing his bandana again.

"Good morning Schatz, did I wake you?" His eyes dart over you with concern. You cross your arms tugging your flannel a little tighter over your slip, giving yourself some added protection from the morning bugs. You shake your head, like a liar.

"Nope, all good. What can I do for ya'?"

"My-" He drags the word out, looking over your head and into your house, "-coffee maker is broken," He nods a little, you stifle a yawn, "und I was wondering if you had any to spare?"

You nod and wave him into your home, hearing him shut the door nicely behind him and then silence. You glance over your shoulder to tell him to follow you, but he is. He's just... silent. You didn't know guys that big could sound like anything but giants, you sort your focus back to your coffee maker in the kitchen.

"Might take a few minutes, I was gonna make breakfast. You want anything?" You pop open the top of your coffee maker to dump grounds in, trying to think through what you've got in the fridge. Do you even have enough to feed this guy?

"That's very kind, thank you," König hums glancing around your kitchen, "Is there anything I can do to help? I'm not very handy in the kitchen, but maybe..."

You hum, watching the water fill your coffee pot before shutting the sink off. Actually you could use his height on a few things. "I've got a light out in the living room, if you'd wanna replace that? Save me getting the step stool."

You are so sweet, so soft, so trusting, made for all the things König wishes he was made for. You were so cute standing in your doorway, tired eyed, hair still messy from sleep, just a slip and an oversized shirt between you and him. That should be his shirt you're wearing. He'll find a way to get you one.

He flips a switch on the box on his kitchen table, and hears static crackle before the air waves pop into the right channel. This is just precautionary, he tells himself, just because you're a woman alone in the middle of nowhere. It's really for your safety, and he won't ever turn it on after this.

Your voice filters through the receiver's speakers singing along to some song he doesn't know. He settles heavy on his kitchen chair, folding his arms on the table to rest his head on them. You sound so pretty, like you're singing just for him. What's one bug? One bug is nothing, he thinks watching the blinking light on the receiver, you probably wouldn't even mind if you knew.

#I really wanted the coboys to be mostly sweet fluff but honestly the 141 has that covered #let the nasty boy be nasty he loves it #He does have to turn the radio off when his darling starts loudly swearing because he can't stop laughing #he's cute and i am mentally unwell but so are u for asking this #cowboy!König #könig x you #könig modern warfare #könig call of duty #konig x reader #konig x you #tw stalking #he's not gonna be dangerous about it tho #cute stalking

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retrogamingblog2 · 4 months

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Animal Crossing Postcards made by Stephology

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jellyfish-pinpal · 9 days

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Haven't posted in a bit :p so here I am!! (Took these at a friend's house)

Also I've been reading all the messages, just too shy to reply back.... I'm sorry-

#:3 #cnc somno #r@pe fantasy #siscon #yuricest #cute #daddy's good girl #mommy's good girl #older man younger woman #mirror selfie #small waist #cnc stalking #p3d0b@it #1cky princess #panty pics #little tease #r@pe threats #small tiddy gf

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ronnianne · 27 days

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dead-dove-yandere · 3 months

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Can you imagine a reader where everyone around him is a yandere just because of him?

I hope this is alright! I kinda wanted to do something with a group of yanderes all loving the same darling but I wasn’t sure if I could pull it off lol. Enjoy!

The Cult

TW: Stalking, obsession, religious themes and abuse, indoctrination, cult related themes

♡ - They were a regular congregation just like any other - a close knit community all lead in prayer by the priest, each and every single one of them normal.

♡ - That was until you moved into town. The moment you first attended church, all eyes were on you. It’s only natural, you thought - you were a stranger coming into their community, of course it would take time for everyone to get used to you joining in.

♡ - You took a seat towards the back, hoping not to draw attention to yourself, yet still you could feel everyone’s eyes on you even as the service progressed.

You had no idea just how much of an effect you had really left on them all.

♡ - The progression was slow, at first - none of them wanted to admit that they were feeling something for you, something sinful, something akin to desire. A few took confession with the priest, not knowing that as they poured out their hearts to him about how much they wanted you, the priest also felt that same desire.

♡ - It wasn’t long until they began to talk amongst themselves. You’d see people whispering into each other’s ears as they stole glances, eying you up and down. You dismissed it as gossip, but in reality everyone was testing the waters, trying to gauge the popular opinion about you.

♡ - Once it became apparent that everyone was obsessed in love with you, the congregation’s attitude shifter suddenly. You came one week to find that instead of stares or glances or whispers, the congregation greeted you warmly. Everyone smiled at you, offered you assistance or assurance, ushered you to the best pew right at the front where everyone could see you.

♡ - You couldn’t fathom what might have caused such a sudden shift, but you welcomed it, glad that you had seemingly been accepted into the fold.

♡ - Many of them came up to you before and after church, making small talk and asking about you, what you enjoyed and liked, all while they wore identical, pleasant smiles.

♡ - The priest would oftentimes gently remind you that he was always available for counsel should you need it, but it seemed almost like a plea, like he wanted you to be alone with him.

♡ - As the weeks progressed, the kindness dialled up. People who had asked you about your favourite foods would bring freshly cooked dishes to gift to you, some would give you items you’d mentioned wanting, others still would make you nice clothes to wear.

♡ - If it ever rained while you left church, everyone would be practically fighting to offer you their umbrella.

♡ - It comes to a head when during one service, the priest announces that he wants to perform a special ceremony, and asks for a volunteer.

♡ - No one puts their hands up - they all look at you.

♡ - As the priest beckons you forth, other members attend to you, adorning you in fine robes, guiding you to the altar, placing wreaths of flowers around you.

♡ - You’re confused and dizzied by the attention being lavished on you as you’re ushered on top of the altar, where everyone can see you. The crowd rushes forth, held back only by the priest that commands them to be respectful of their new God - you.

♡ - Countless hands reach out towards you, hoping to caress your face, hold your hand, kiss your lips. Each and every person desperate to adore and worship you.

♡ - It’s a delicate balance - each of them wants you for themselves, but they know they cannot fight against the rest of the congregation. So, a fragile peace is held together purely by you, and by their devotion to you.

♡ - You will want for nothing, and you will never set foot outside the church again.

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maiimaiix · 2 months

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I love my stuffys I get soo happy and I barely have to think hehe I get weally dum. But I get super dum when I smoke and drink I get so disoriented. I’d trust anyone can u trust u ?

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raethehater · 2 months

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girl read too

#me #mine #egirl aesthetic #2000s aesthetic #curvy and cute #astrology #monroe project #gang stalking

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strawberry-kittens-world · 2 months

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NSFW

Themes: masturbation, stalking and obsession.

P.s: English isn't my first language

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Your beloved' pov:

The room is dim and dark, slightly lit by the moonlight streaming into your room from outside. He walks over to your bed, crouches down and looks at your beautiful and peaceful sleeping face. He gently strokes your cheek with his finger, an admiring smile on his face as he takes out his phone to take a few pictures while you are oblivious. He will need something to pleasure himself to when he is away from you.

After his small photoshoot he starts to take off his pants and boxers, revealing an impressive erection, he feels both aroused and anxious about being exposed to you even though your oblivious to your surroundings.

He starts stroking himself slowly at first and his other hand up your t shirt, gently caressing your upperbody, trying to maintain control over his desire, but soon gives in completely, letting out low moans as he becomes lost in the pleasure. Despite wanting to keep things quiet for your sake, he can't help but let out occasional grunts and gasps as he thrusts into his hand, becoming increasingly rougher with each passing moment.

"Ah... fuck." He whispers between breaths. "I can't hold back much longer..."

He felt himself reaching climax and with a loud groan he feels himself ejaculate all over his hand. His warm and sticky semen drips out of his hand, staining his boxers, he lets out a pleased giggle as he sees the mess he has made. With his cum stained fingers he stroked the corner of your lip to make sure a part of him stays with you forever. Sadly he looked at the clock which was hanging off of the wall and noticed he needed to leave since you were going to wake up soon. Wiping away his mess with a tissue and gave you a sweet and tender kiss on the forehead before he left your room.

"Sweet dreams, my love..."

#love #obsessive yandere #yandere #boyfriend #cute #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x oc #stalking fantasy #masturbait #obsession #obsessive love

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goregyy · 1 month

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Gym shorts 🩳

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batcavescolony · 1 year

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I know the fandom trope of "Tim hates Dick for what he said in Red Robin" but like

He probably felt hurt for a minute but the second he saw Dick again it was instant forgiveness. He is in awe of his big brother, he thinks he has it all together (even though he very much doesn't), he thinks the world of Dick. in the alt universe vampire comic Tim probably forgave Dick for crushing his scull in. Tim at his core is a Dick Grayson Stan first, human second.

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care666bear · 2 months

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taking applications 4 anybody who would want to force me into digging my grave while they watch, break some bones maybe idk then cum all over me and bury me alive ? ok thx so much 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 u can even keep a body part as a souvenir, I’m sweet like that

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moonsvillain · 2 months

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have been toying with the idea of an au wherein shen jiu, after burning down the qiu household and running away, comes across xie lian rather than wu yanzi poaching him immediately afterwards:

i'd imagine in this verse he runs away to town rather than immediately being found in the aftermath of what he's done. at this point, shen jiu would be too paranoid to consider reaching out for directions to cang qiong mountain even if he wanted to make it there: what if they knew what he did? or figured it out if he did know? (if he even had the mind to think of these things through his panic)

he doesn't want to end up begging on the streets again, though—too alike his childhood and last time he was in that position, shen jiu ended up with the qius in the first place

so he takes refuge in temples that he comes across, stealing food when he can before moving to a different part of the rather large town he's ended up in so there's no clear pattern of when he shows up at whichever food stall

despite not holding that same respect and unwavering belief in gods (how could he, after everything he's gone through? shouldn't they have stepped in, sometime? what god would let him suffer as he did, separating him from the only person he loved?) he knows better than to try them, and begrudgingly thanks them for the shelter (because this he did appreciate, at the very least, if nothing else)

winter hits hard when it does, and shen jiu, after spending so many years in the qiu household, forgot how the cold seeps into your skin and bones without solid walls to keep out the frigid breeze.

he quickly falls ill with nothing to protect him from the elements but his threadbare clothing, and when he grows ill, he becomes slow. shen jiu nearly gets caught stealing, running away before he can be dragged to a town guard for his offence, but earning himself a nasty wound to his leg as he retreated

sickness + the cold + the wound leave him weak and wanting: missing qi-ge, reminiscing on nights where they'd curl up together for warmth, still cold but not alone, the two of them steady against the storm that raged on ahead of them

fever-ridden and teetering close to death, shen jiu wanders into a temple late at night and sinks to his knees, falling to his side, heart-rate slowing. in his delirium, he misses the figure taking shelter from the storm in the corner, watching him

shen jiu wakes up (he doesn't expect to), warm while he hears the wind whistle. he's still in that temple from earlier, but it's considerably... cozier. a small fire warms the inside and his clothes aren't as damp against his cold skin. his fever's broken, too—he doesn't know how long it's been, but he's glad he didn't die: never realized that he wanted to live until he was close to forfeiting his right to

here is where he meets his accidental saviour: xie lian stood over a slowly bubbling pot of stew that smells heavenly to shen jiu—he'd eat just about anything at this point, starved

his immediate distrust of xie lian stops him from being truly excited about his appearance

their relationship is veryyy shaky at the very beginning: shen jiu refuses to trust him and xie lian refuses to abandon this strange child he found on the verge of death

(there's a strange sort of bond built up when you nurse someone back to life, dragging them away from the brink of death and xie lian isn't interested, but he's curious about this kid who stumbled into his temple at the dead of night on a midnight in winter)

shen jiu's torn between distrust and this desire for company he didn't know he possessed; after being alone with no one but the qiu household [before he went on his massacre] he didn't realized how much he wanted to share space with someone who wasn't actively hurting him until he was afforded the opportunity to experience non-violent company with xie lian

his distrust slowly declines when he finds out that xie lian is a cultivator. despite being arguably too old to learn cultivation to the fullest extent he could have if he started a few years earlier, he still desperately wants to learn

xie lian, perceptive as ever, slowly starts teaching him bits and pieces of the basics, teaches him to meditate, takes care to keep his distance when it looks like shen jiu's getting overwhelmed

shen jiu can't help but get attached. he hates it

shen jiu decides to test xie lian before resigning himself to this

he was snappy, impatient, and argued with xie lian, when he came over, one day, waiting for some form of punishment to come, bristling like a spooked cat.

nothing came of his experiment but a slight frown from xie lian, which made shen jiu feel almost bad—xie lian almost reminded him of qi-ge, which made him feel doubly bad because he desperately wants to find him

shen jiu came to xie lian the next day with a pastry [that he stole] as an apology. and a request:

"teach me how to cultivate so i can be a disciple at the cang qiong sect"

xie lian agrees easily enough: he's been around shen jiu to see that despite the late start, he has potential to be great [especially untouched by wu yanzi and his twisted form of cultivation]

shen jiu throws himself into his studies, working himself to the bone

xie lian is concerned by this and after trying to soften the load of his work doesn't make shen jiu slow down, he becomes stern: warns him against trying to chase too much frivolously

this leads to a breakdown of sorts—where shen jiu gets angry, dismissive, before becoming upset. the average emotional depth of a teenager but, like, 4 times worse because of the circumstances

xie lian coaxes the story out of shen jiu here; qi-ge [the first time he's mentioned aloud by name], the qiu household [only the barest of details. shen jiu refuses to dwell], and the night shen jiu made qi-ge leave, as well as qi-ge's promise to come back

shen jiu finishes by telling xie lian he needs to make it back to qi-ge, needs to see if he's still alive, he's been selfish for sticking around as long

shen jiu tells xie lian that he needs to figure out as much as he can, as fast as he can, so he can leave and make his way to cang qiong mountain with some sort of base knowledge to make it in. and that he's not sorry for pushing himself because he doesn't have time

xie lian is quiet for a while

puts a comforting hand on shen jiu's shoulder and tells him he understands; he knows someone who would do anything to make it back to the one they loved, understands the pain that comes when time and distance separates the two

however, xie lian tells him, he can't let shen jiu push himself. he'll only stunt his progress by hurting himself rather than speed things up

shen jiu is ready to argue again before xie lian offers to make the trip with him

shen jiu doesn't believe it at first—who would bother with helping him for this long if they weren't getting anything out of it? he already found this hard to believe, let alone the fact that xie lian would drop everything to travel with him for weeks on end

xie lian doesn't shake in his resolve, though. shen jiu figures out he's being serious and wants to argue, but he's just—relieved

so many people have stood as roadblocks on his path back to qi-ge; xie lian might be the first person actively trying to help them

it almost reignites hope in him; someone other than him believes in them. someone other than shen jiu thinks they'll make it back to each other and succeed in reuniting. xie lian's faith in him is like a gust of wind beneath his wings

he agrees to their road trip

[xie lian makes sure to tell his beloved he'll be away for a while]

[shen jiu doesn't notice that xie lian buys steamed buns off the same stranger in nearly every town they stop by for a night of rest in the following few weeks]

[xie lian notices, years later, when shen qingqiu doesn't recognize him upon their first meeting in decades. shen yuan doesn't know xie lian, but xie lian knows this isn't shen jiu, anymore]

#i've had this idea in my head for a few months now #only just finding the time to write everything out #i'll write this on ao3 eventually! trust me i will i promise just need to defeat exams first #hua cheng stalking xie lian w a forced smile on his face: who the hell is this fraud and why is he stealing my husbands attention #xie lian with a happy lil smile: theyre just like us san lang he's learning cultivation to find and protect his beloved isnt it so wonderfu #hua cheng letting go of the steamed bun smushed to pieces in his hand: ah yeah sounds great. sooo cute gege. come home soon. Please. ^_^#xie lian meeting shen jiu: what a lovely young man #shen jiu half feral and armed with the worst attitude known to man: who the hell is this fraud #svsss #tgcf #mxtx #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #xie lian #hua cheng #svsss au #svsss fanfiction #scum villain #scum villain self saving system #the scum villain's self saving system #heaven official's blessing

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prismatic-cannon · 1 year

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moon arcana rank 1

#prisma arts #persona 5 #yuuki mishima #shuyuu #it's the beginning of shuyuu in my head okay #all meet cutes start somewhere and this is theirs look it's beautiful #fellas is it gay to deep stalk the new transfer student

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dead-dove-yandere · 3 months

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Yandere teacher x principal reader

I had a teacher OC already but I thought he’d maybe be too similar to Dr. Hart so I was never going to write about him - thank you anon for giving me an excuse to write about him 🙌

OC Intro - Professor Moore

Tutor Yandere

Male ♡ 35 ♡ Human ♡ Teacher

TW: Stalking, obsession, implied kidnap, murder

♡ - When you hired him as the new Head English Teacher at your school, you were delighted - Professor Moore seemed perfectly qualified in every way.

♡ - He had plenty of prior experience and gleaming references, he was superbly qualified in English and, of course, he simply had the most charming manners during the interview. He was the obvious choice, and you hired him straight away.

♡ - He was popular among many of the female students, being fairly young g for a teacher as well as attractive, but you’d never admit that out loud for the sake of professionalism.

♡ - He was a joy to have in staff meetings, offering helpful suggestions to aid the students’ learning and insightful comments as to where the students were at now.

♡ - Eventually, you found yourself becoming friends with him when you both took lunch in the staff room. He was a wonderfully erudite conversationalist, and you both always learned something from each other.

♡ - That’s why it seemed so odd that such a perfect teacher suddenly started acting strangely.

♡ - You feared the worst at first, that perhaps he was somehow mistreating his students, but none of them seemed to be hurt or upset by him - on the contrary, many seemed to enjoy his class.

♡ - But he continued to act strangely. He took far more notes than was normal in staff meetings. He’d slip in and out of the staff room at random intervals and never mention where he’d been. Sometimes, there’d be strange marks on his hands or arms. He was nearly always in the school library, but when you saw him, he almost never read what you’d expect an English teacher to read, but books on all kinds of subjects; history, engineering, chemistry. Like he was studying for something of his own.

♡ - One day, you were feeling unwell with a terrible migraine. Normally, as principal, it was your job to lead assemblies, but you asked Professor Moore if he could fill in for you. He agreed far too readily.

♡ - As you sat at the back of the hall, listening to his assembly, he went on this strange speech about devotion and loyalty and how in order to get what you wanted, you had to work for it. The assembly didn’t have a core message you disagreed with - but he seemed fanatical, his voice raising with excitement and his eyes growing wide.

♡ - The other teachers exchanged confused glances.

♡ - It came to a head when, after a troublesome student was pulled into your office, her parents decided to yell at you - after all, how dare the principal accuse their precious child of misbehaving?

♡ - When they finally left your office, Professor Moore came to your office with some tissues and a shoulder to cry on. He listened sympathetically as you told him of your concerns and how the student’s parents were going to get themselves into a lot of trouble if they let their child run riot.

♡ - It wasn’t long before your prophecy inadvertently came true - you heard that the troublesome student’s parents had been found dead - leaving the poor troubled student an orphan.

♡ - It wasn’t long before Summer break began, and worried for your students’ safety, you closed the school early since the deaths seemed suspicious. You stayed behind, the last one there to lock up.

♡ - As you cleared your desk for Summer and finished an explanatory email to all the parents, you hear a soft knock on your door and Professor Moore enters with a friendly smile.

♡ - He offers you a lift home - after all, it isn’t all that safe if nearly a whole family could get killed like that, and you two are friends after all.

♡ - You nod and agree, relieved that someone you trust will make sure you get home safe and sound. You willingly follow him straight into his car.

♡ - It isn’t until Summer Holiday is over that anyone realises that you’ve gone missing.

Personality

Stern and serious, he knows that it takes hard work to get what one wants, as he endlessly reminds his students. That’s why he’ll never give up trying to get closer to his darling. He takes a far more subtle approach than most yanderes, fabricating and manipulating situations in order to have as much time as possible alone with his darling. He prefers to play the long game. Of course, that isn’t to satisfy he won’t get his hands dirty if he needs to, but he’ll clean up immaculately after himself. Not a speck of evidence shall be left behind - he’s far too experienced to make an amateur mistake like that.

The troubled student is Cayce, Dead Dove Interconnected Universe Confirmed

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