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imsilay · 7 months

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Dozakh

i’m back? :>

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not smut just obsessed, manipulative König. also not very proofread cus im lazy and have no time T-T

cr: @gruhhhuu

His heart skipped a beat when you pushed him away. He just wanted to kiss you like he always did, but you didn't seem to be in a mood for it. Because you were determined to talk about what had been bothering you. "We need to talk, König." His eyebrows frowned with confusion and hunger. He needed your taste, and he wanted it now.

“Nein. Come here.” he growled, pulling you back into his arms and wrapping them tightly around your body, trapping your arms and leaving you no room to move. You struggled and squirmed to break free, only making him angrier. "Scheiße." He lifted you up, sitting with you on the couch. "Fine. Talk." he said, breathing impatiently, still holding you down in his arms.

His big, calloused hand ran through your hair as he tilted your chin up to meet his eyes. "I need some space." you murmured, trying to push him away once again to put some distance between your bodies. He sucked a sharp breath, squeezing your body to stop your movements. The moment you told him that you wanted to be at your apartment for a week to think about your relationship, his brain stopped working completely. How would he continue living without you? How would he eat, sleep and breathe? It was already difficult for him to be away when he was deployed, but how could you expect him to survive without you? "Ja? Why?" his voice sounded calm yet cold. You sighed and attempted to explain: "It's overwhelming, I know you love me, and you want me close, but this," gesturing to your place on his lap and his arms holding you firmly when his voice was cold like ice. "This doesn't feel like love. I love you. I really do, but I don't know if I like being so... clingy." you watched his jaw clench as you spoke. He was always like this, getting angry whenever you mentioned leaving. His arms tightened around your midsection, as if he feared you would slip away. You could hear his breathing, feel his searching eyes scan your face and body. He wanted to be brutal, but couldn't quite lose himself yet. Not yet, at least.

"You think I'm clingy, meine kleine?" he trailed off as his hand wrapped around your throat, not in a menacing manner, but enough to make your breath hitch. "I just wanted to show you how much I love you..." His thumb caressed your pulse, feeling it increase with every passing second. "You can't leave me... You couldn't live without me. That feeling will fade. You'll get used to it." he mumbled and pulled you under his mask, kissing you breathless until you forgot why you were pushing him. His lips devoured yours with such hunger it made your head spin. He pulled back for air and saw that you had a blank look on your face. “See? You didn’t actually want to leave.” he said, his voice slightly hoarse from lust. You panted and tried to catch your breath as he kept you just inches away. It was hot under his mask and his cologne was intoxicating. The arms around your waist slid into your shirt, and his fingers caressed your soft skin. You shivered and softly sighed at the feeling of his big palm covering your body. "König, not again." you sighed, as you tried to resist the temptation he was casting. "I'm not doing anything." he pouted playfully, and kissed you again. The kiss was soft, but you felt the hunger. You felt as if you saw a spark of possession in his eyes. "I know what you're trying to do." you said as he broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours. "What do you mean?" he mumbled, but you could still feel his hand squeeze your waist and his fingers dig into your skin. He moved closer and said, "I'm just showing you my love, meine kleine. Your lips are so addicting." As you tried to turn away, he growled and kissed your lips again, this time, forcefully. He then started moving downward to your neck, cheeks, and even your ears, without hesitation. You were his, and it didn't seem that you had a choice. He was marking you with red hickeys on your neck and jaw. When you tried to push him away, he caught your hands and pinned them between your bodies, holding your wrists with one hand. He used his other hand to grip your neck and hold you in place, stealing your breath away. "König, please stop!" you yelled. He finally stopped with your yelling. His eyes wide, and his pupils dilated, making him look like a starving predator, and you his sole prey. "Don't leave," he breathed, leaning in to kiss you again. You pulled your head out of his mask for some much-needed oxygen. You hoped he'd calm down even a little, but he didn't. Instead, he nearly ripped his mask off and glared at you, his jaw tightly clenched and his eyes filled with determination. "Can't you see how desperate I am? How could you abandon me?" he pulled your head closer using his grip on your throat and growled into your ear. Then a moment later, he began trembling, and tears filled his eyes. You felt his desperation and started to feel guilty. He let go of your wrists and moved both of his hands to hold your waist. "I'm sorry, darling. I'm not going to leave you. Don’t cry." you mumbled. You wiped away the tears. Your heart ached as you saw his tear-filled eyes, and you felt an urge to pull him closer. The sound of your voice, that sweet murmur of surrender, was the sweetest music to him. All he had wanted this whole time was you. And you were here. In his arms. He leaned forward and captured your lips. A hot, hungry, desperate kiss.

After the kiss he hugged you and buried his head into your neck as if inhaling your smell directly into his soul. “You’re so easy, but you’re mine.” he mumbled against your skin and kissed your neck softly. He smirked when you worriedly apologized and tried to soothe him. It always worked. If his words didn’t, his tears would definitely…

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helpful-writing-tips · 2 months

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A character flaw is only a flaw until it becomes useful.

Is your protagonist overprotective? That sucks... until someone they love is in danger.

Is your protagonist manipulative? Well, that's awful... until they manipulate the antagonist into making a decision that saves the lives of their friends.

Is your protagonist a skeptic? Well, that's not good... until someone tries to lie to them.

Is your protagonist remorseless? Well, that makes them pretty unlikeable... until a hard decision has to be made.

#character flaws #overprotective #manipulative #writing tips #advice #writeblr #writing advice #writers on tumblr

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madammidnightsblog · 8 months

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More Yandere student x teacher darling

Yan! Student was pouting whenever you lectured him for daydreaming in your class, but he couldn't help it. You looked so pretty in everything you wore, and he couldn't stop his mind from wandering at the thought of what they would feel like on his skin. He wasn't into crossdressing at all but the thought of wearing your clothes made his heart flutter and thinking of you calling him pretty in them made his pants tight. His mind was plagued with those thoughts and lost him in the daydream that you noticed his dazed expression which caused you to sigh. He did those often to the point his grades were slipping so you called him to stay after class.

"What is more important in that little head of yours than learning about history?" I questioned as you folded your arms over your chest, staring down at him with disappointment.

Yan! Student felt like his heart was going to break from seeing you upset with him, but something about you staring down at him made his pants grow tighter. It was so arousing of you make him aware of how small he was compared to you and he wanted you to make him feel smaller in any and all ways.

"um.. I was thinking about home.." He puts on a faux pout and stares up at you sadly, watching how your expression softens and you drop your arms to your side.

Your right hand came out to gently pat his shoulder, bending slightly to be eye level with the teen, "I'm so sorry, sweetie." your lips formed a small frown.

He felt like he was about to cum from the pet name. He was really trying to hold back from any noise that may come out as your hand gently rubbed his tensed shoulder, whispering sweet words in hope to make him feel better but little did you know it only made his cock twitch in his pants. The sweet scent of cinnamon perfume of yours had him drunk and shaking and with you being so close to the point he can see the lining of your bra under your turtleneck made his him dizzy. Poor boy didn't know what to do but stand there and dumbly nod to whatever you said before dismissing him which pulled him back to reality. Yan! Student scowled as he slowly walked out your classroom after you telling him he had to get to his next class. He promised himself to get as much trouble with you just to get that close again, wanting you to be so close to him as much as possible.

(should i name yan! student?)

#x dom reader #sub character #yandere x you #sub yandere #teacher darling #yandere student #tw yandere #delusional yandere #manipulative

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malemusktf · 1 month

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Manipulative Musk

Taylor and Lennox were best friends since childhood, growing up in a small town and facing the typical struggles of adolescence together. As they grew into young men, their paths diverged - Taylor became a muscular, confident man with piercing blue eyes and a defined face, while Lennox remained tall and lean, with curly hair and piercing blue eyes. Despite their differences, their bond remained strong, until a recent argument threatened to tear them apart.

It was a typical Saturday night at their favorite pub, where they would meet to catch up and unwind after a long week. Taylor and Lennox were sitting at the bar, nursing their drinks, when Taylor brought up the argument that had been weighing on his mind.

'Hey man, can we talk about what happened the other day?' Taylor said, his voice serious.

Lennox looked up, taking a deep breath before responding. 'Yeah, of course. I've been thinking about it too.'

Their heated argument had stemmed from a misunderstanding, but it had left a rift between them. As they began to discuss it, Taylor's words became more and more manipulative. He twisted the events to make himself look like the victim and Lennox the one at fault.

As they talked, Lennox began to feel confused and disoriented. He couldn't believe that he could have been in the wrong, but Taylor's words were so convincing. As they finished their drinks, Taylor suggested they go to his house to continue the conversation in a more private setting.

Feeling on edge and unsure of himself, Lennox agreed. As they walked to Taylor's house, Lennox couldn't shake the strange feeling that something was off. But before he could voice his concerns, Taylor pushed him into the basement, the musty smell of old furniture and sweat hitting his senses.

'What's going on Taylor?' Lennox asked, his voice shaky.

Taylor didn't respond, instead he began to undress, revealing his muscled, hairy body. Lennox's eyes widened in shock and confusion. He had never seen this side of Taylor before. As Taylor got closer, the smell of raw man stink, musk, and sweat became overwhelming. Lennox's mind and body were being taken over by the potent scent, as if it was a form of mind control.

Taylor's body was emitting a strange green smoke from his pits, crotch, and breath. Lennox couldn't resist the intoxicating scent, and before he knew it, he was fully under Taylor's control.

'You want to be like me, Lennox. Strong and powerful. You want to serve me and worship my body,' Taylor said, his voice deep and commanding.

Lennox's mind was clouded with the manipulative thoughts planted by Taylor. He couldn't think straight or remember why they were arguing in the first place. All he knew was that he wanted to be like Taylor, to please him and be his only friend.

As Taylor's green smoke continued to wrap around Lennox's body, he could feel himself changing. His muscles began to grow, his chest and abs becoming defined. Thick chest hair sprouted from his pecs, and a huge forest of armpit hair also appeared. He could feel the power and confidence of Taylor overtake him.

'Now you are like me, Lennox. We are bonded together in musk and strength. We will be the only ones for each other,' Taylor said triumphantly.

Lennox looked at himself in amazement, feeling a new sense of power and purpose. He and Taylor would forever be joined in their love for musk and each other's bodies.

From that day on, Taylor and Lennox were inseparable. They ruled over their small town with their strength and confidence, always side by side. They were known as the most powerful and feared men in the town, with their musk and bond keeping them united.

And so, with the manipulation and influence of Taylor, Lennox's life took an unexpected turn. But for the two men, it was the beginning of a powerful and unbreakable friendship, bonded by their love for the manly scent that brought them together.

#male tf #male pits #musk #sweat #manipulative

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baldursgate3tempobsessed · 6 months

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Ascended Astarion Manipulation

I'm back on my dark bullshit. Now thinking of your "choice" to be a vampire spawn. Any sane person would refuse, and Astarion is aware of this. So he decides to convince you with some very not good tactics.

Tw: Obsession, manipulation, jealousy, ascended Astarion doing ascended Astarion things, bad, bad, man, toxic relationships

Astarion had developed a significant lack of patience ever since reaching Ascension. It was hard to entertain most things when he'd achieved the power to twist the vast majority of situations in his favor. But he was trying his damndest to be patient with you. Despite the fact that your constant refusals made him absolutely furious. You insisted that you loved him, that he was all you would ever want, but yet you still refused to undergo the change.

It's not like he was asking for much, if anything you should be thanking him for the opportunity. He was offering you the gift of immortality, with little to no drawbacks. Besides your unwavering devotion of course. But what was that in the face of absolute freedom? You would never have to worry about a thing again. He would keep you safe and cared for, all while you'd both be free to walk in the sun. He had endless funds now that he had taken over Cazador's estate, unmatched political power in a startlingly short amount of time, considering his work as part of the heroes of Baldur's gate, and the power to obliterate nearly any mortal enemy he could think of. Anything you desired he could give, if you would just let yourself take that final step.

But as much as he wanted to be solely angry at you, he really only had himself to blame. Why had he insisted on being so descriptive about the limitations of being a spawn? He had been such a cowardly moron back then, with no imagination to imagine a better future. And now he was paying for it. While it was true he would never make you a fully fledged vampire, it didn't mean he would mistreat you. He loved you. Adored you more than anything else in existence. And having you as his spawn, his official consort would be for your benefit just as much his. This was the only way he would have complete control over you, fully able to protect you from everything. Including yourself.

But you weren't buying his lies about eventually becoming equals. The offer of giving you everything you ever wanted also fell flat, considering how he was already doing that. He just couldn't help but spoil you.

He had started to wonder if he should just force it. He would prefer not to, but he would if it came to it. But he didn't get this far by not using his brain. Force wasn't the way with you, it never had been. If anything, turning you against your will would just lead to decades of fighting and bickering, something that Astarion would like to avoid if possible. He would hate to make the experience of putting you in your place unpleasant.

No, he would try to be reasonable one more time. And appealing to your emotions, to your guilt, seemed as good a bet as any.

He waited until you were comfortable and relaxed. You were dozing off against his chest in bed while Astarion contemplated the best approach to this conversation. If this didn't work, then he'd just have to bite the bullet and bite you without your consent. Then, he'd probably have to lock you away for a time until you came around to your new state of being, an idea that did send a shiver of excitement up his spine.

But not yet. He was willing to give you one more chance to do the right thing.

He ran the tips of his fingers over your back, taking the time to work up a couple of tears before fully waking you with a seemingly accidental shake. He sniffled loudly, barely managing to hide his smile as you blinked your eyes open. You blearily looked up at him, immediately tensing when you saw the sorrowful expression on his face.

You sat up quickly, concern knitting your brows together as you asked, "Star? What's wrong? What happened?"

Astarion looked away with a shake of his head, "I... I didn't mean to wake you darling. Ignore me, I'll be fine."

You shook your head. You gently turned him back towards you, both hands cupping the sides of his face, "None of that. Tell me? I'll never be able to sleep if I know your upset."

Astarion gripped your wrists as he spoke, his voice soft, "I don't want to upset you."

"You won't," You said, just like Astarion knew you would, "I promise. Just tell me what's wrong?"

He took a deep breath, his voice barely over a whisper when he admitted, "I'm so afraid of losing you, my love. I... I just can't stop thinking about it."

"But I'm not going anywhere-"

"For now," Astarion interrupted, his voice pained. He only had to take a portion of that, "But... one day you'll die. And I won't. I... I don't know how I'll ever live without you."

He could feel you tense up, badly enough for you to almost pull away, but he just tightened the grip he had on your wrists. You sighed, looking away with a guilty frown, "I-we've talked about this. I don't-I'm not ready to be... that."

Astarion could feel that same anger creeping back up at your rejection, but he stomped it down. He could tell that you were semi-buying the act. You were so much smarter then he gave you credit for, never failing to challenge him. Just one more thing he loved about you.

Astarion took a shuddering breath, nuzzling into the palm of your hand, "I know. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. I just... I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize," You said softly, "I'm the one who asked."

"But I'm the one who woke you," Astarion argued, "I'm so sorry darling. I want to let this go. I do. But I... I'm scared. Of so many things. I'm afraid that you think... that you think I'm like him. That you don't trust me to take care of you like you deserve. I'm afraid of you dying yes, probably more than anything but... I'm nearly just as terrified of you leaving."

That speech was... a touch too honest for Astarion's liking, but it seemed to be working. He could see tears prickling in your own eyes, your resolve shaken in a way he had yet to seen.

"I-I do trust you. And I know you're not like him. I'm just... I'm scared too. What if... what if you get tired of me? What if you find someone better suited for you? Then I would just... be there. Forever tied to a man who doesn't want me."

That... actually hurt to hear. Didn't you know that you were it for him? That he would set the whole world ablaze if it meant keeping you safe? No one would ever get between the two of you, he'd slaughter anyone who would even dare try.

Astarion finally let go of your wrists, opting to pull you into a tight hug instead. He cradled you against him, whispering in your ear, "That will never happen. You're mine. There is no one else, nothing else, that will ever change that. And if you let me I'll prove it to you, for all eternity."

You were fully crying now, so, so close to breaking. You just needed a little more to push you over the edge.

"I love you," Astarion murmured, one thing that would never be a lie, "And I can't live without you. I won't. It's either forever with you, or my life ends the day yours does."

"Don't say that," You whimpered, "Please don't say that. I-I don't want that for you."

You were so close to him, so distraught. He could smell the siren call of your blood through your skin, calling out to him. He made the choice then and there, he was biting you tonight. Without or without your consent. It would be up to you if it would be a fight or not.

"Then give me this," Astarion pleaded one more time, his real emotions coming to the forefront, "Let me have this life with you. Please my love, let this happen. Let me change you. For me?"

This was it, your last change. Astarion could only hope that you wouldn't disappoint him.

And you didn't, perfect thing that you were. You were nearly sobbing into his shoulder, but you were nodding against him, your voice barely audible through the tears, "Y-Yes, I'll do it. For you. You... you can change me."

That was all the permission that Astarion needed. He was sinking his fangs into your throat before you could even process it, so, so ready to drain you dry.

You gasped at the unexpected pain, but you didn't fight him. You let it happen like the good pet you were, all you had needed was a little push. He could feel you start to fade away, your body becoming more and more lax as you started to die in his arms.

But that was fine. You were about to be reborn into something better, someone who would never be able to leave his side.

This was it. Now, you were his, in every way imaginable.

You would never be away from him again.

#ascended astarion #astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #spoilers #he's a bad person man #manipulative #fucker #dark fluff?#maybe?#unsure?#dark fluff new tag #let's get that going

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cumtastiics · 4 months

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What if you wrote about a crocodile tear yandere idol x body guard reader that falls for it? Like he would cry about anything just to get the readers attention and fully uses it as their advantage.

YAN!IDOL x BODYGUARD!READER

a/n: wahhhh this is cute 😭 i'd love to write more for him tbh pls req 🙏🏼

tw: yandere, manipulation.

alec was one of the most well-known idols of this generation, and because of that, he had a ton of obsessive fans! so naturally, he hired you, his lovely bodyguard.

alec was a very lazy person despite being constantly out of his home, doing whatever his idol duties called for. he'd always beg you to get something for him, but you always said no. you weren't even his manager!

"(Y/N)! (Y/N!)" he kept on calling out your name, desperate to get your attention as you ignored him, focusing on your job. you could see his bottom lip start to quiver from the corner of your eye, making you sigh.

"what is it, alec?" you turned your head to face him, seeing the tears already had begun to fall on his face.

"you keep ignoring me.." his voice was quiet now, looking away from your eyes.

"i'm sorry," you said. "i'll- i'll listen to you now, okay?" you tried to speak in a gentle tone with him, so he wouldn't cry more.

"really?" he sniffled, looking back at you with hope.

"yup," you sighed.

"thank you!" he hugged you, wiping his tears on your shoulder.

oh, if only you could see the grin that spread wide across his face.

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selfhealingmoments · 2 months

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#closure #toxic friends #toxic relationship #toxic people #narcissist #narcissistic personality disorder #covert narcissism #covert narcissist #mindgames #mind games #manipulation #manipulative #victimhood #victim mentality #move on #moving on #let it go #let them go #letting go

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 2 years

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Genuinely don't think I've seen anyone talk about chapter 25 as a pivotal moment for Dazai so I'm gonna put this out here because I think his reactions here kind of negate that whole omnipotent Dazai interpretation which I hate with every fibre of my being.

Firstly, he's like, clearly caught off guard here. And don't try to tell me he wasn't, because this is just one instance of his genuinely horrified reaction to Q's release and when he realized what was actually going on with Atsushi, Naomi and Haruno.

Him being caught off guard carries significance here because you'd never catch him screwing up this bad later in the series - which is exactly my point.

I wrote a post earlier about how I don't think Dazai really is very much like Mori or Fyodor at all, and I stand by that, because their motives are different. Tldr for that post: Mori and Fyodor are ambitious and proactive, while Dazai is empty/numb and reactive.

What this leads me to believe is that Dazai is less a chess master like those two and more of a contingency planner - he's so good at "predicting" because he is uncannily good at thinking like his opponent and then planning for literally any possibility under the sun he can come up with. He's no gambler. Everything and everyone is practically (and unknowingly) micromanaged. It's almost paranoid in a sense, and I definitely think it's a trauma response to something he went through that we don't know about yet - after all, he was more than capable of this before he even met Mori.

...which brings to me to Mori's influence here. It's straight up like Dazai forgot how willing Mori is to gamble huge risks for a good outcome. It's like he forgot the mafia could be a real threat to his best-laid plans.

Going to throw out a wild claim here that I don't think is actually all that baseless - I think it's widely assumed that Dazai molds himself to what he needs to be (true!) but I think this misses the idea that he is also easily influenced by the mindsets of the people around him (see: the difference between Entrance Exam Dazai and early manga Dazai, the whole "the longer he was in the mafia the darker and more incomprehensible he became" thing from Stormbringer, how dark his eyes get in the prison sections with Fyodor, etc.). I could go on, but for the sake of not making this post too much longer, let's assume this is true because it suddenly makes sense as to why he failed to predict Q but predicted other events much later that were inherently more difficult to predict:

He was in the wrong mindset. He was thinking like an Agency member, and dare I say, he even got a little complacent. He started to get used to not having to manipulate every last variable - he was removed from a toxic environment - only for Mori to pretty much instantly fuck that up in one scene.

Let's also not forget what happened the last time he miscalculated Mori's intentions.

The consequences of this blunder could've been a lot worse and he knows it.

In his mind, thinking like an ADA member wasn't good enough to stop a potentially awful outcome - awful outcomes that could bring him pain. So, he goes back to what he knows - think like the demon prodigy. Think like Mori. Later on, think like Dostoyevsky. Because it seems to me that he believes as long as he is still working for the light that it doesn't matter if he uses these horrifically manipulative and inhumane methods of getting there. But he is wrong. Darkness within the context of good intentions is still very much darkness, and it hurts people all the same.

In the very next chapter, Dazai arranges Ango's car accident. And he only gets worse and worse throughout the series as he regresses back into his paranoid darkness that manifests as this omnipotent facade - his safety net that ultimately prevents him from developing in a positive, more human direction.

#bsd #bsd meta #bsd analysis #dazai meta #bsd dazai #genuinely wish when people talked about dazai's human qualities #that we talked more about his pain aversion #i really think it's central to every action he takes #he's guarded #manipulative #and always has a plan #how could this combination of behaviours not be related to his avoidance of pain?#storyrambles #god i hope this made sense

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la1npilledg1rl · 6 months

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When they use your kindness agains you, make sure to reciprocate by ruining their life.

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valeriele3 · 1 year

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I want to see a Genshin Sagau/self-aware au! Where the Reader/player is actually aware the game is self-aware

Usually self-aware fics are about the player being nice and everything which makes the characters fall in love or sometimes the characters hate the reader/player bc they’re treated badly or Reader insults them. (<- ex. Reader makes fun of Fischl bc of her chuunibyou personality which results in Fischl being hurt and less confident because even the “almighty creator” is making fun of her/hates her)

What if the player/reader acts nice towards their characters? They’re sooo nice you might mistake them for an angel..

So naturally the characters will fall in love with them and grow obsessed like how it always is but what they don’t know is that the player is aware the characters are self-aware and that everything they’ve been doing and saying is all an act

The player isn’t actually as kind as an angel. No. They’re “evil”..They knew that if they acted all nice in front of the characters they’ll be in love and obsessed with the player so they put on an act

Why did they act nice? So that in the rare chance they get transported into Teyvat they will have all of the playable characters wrapped around their finger..

The player could easily manipulate the characters around and the characters wouldn’t even question the weird orders/tasks

All they know is that if their beloved creator said that this person must die then that person deserves death because how could their lovely creator wish the death of someone innocent?

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classycookiexo · 4 months

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#manipulative #narcissist

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lookingformoondrop · 6 months

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NAJDNWKKRKW U WRITE FOR THE COFFIN OF ANDY AND LEYLEY?

You're the first person I see writing to themmm I'm so happy. Can I ask Something with leyley ? If not, No problem, I accept anything

Ashley Graves (Leyley) x Reader

TW: Everyone has a foul mouth and Ashley is a little shit (oh, really?), mentions of the devil's tango (sex, gasp!), Ashley is manipulative (remember kids, never stay with someone if they act like this during arguments, even if they're goth mommies).

♥︎ I'm not sure if the people crave X Reader or just headcannons with the Graves siblings, so if this isn't what you had in mind, you're always welcome to shoot me another ask. I'm so sorry this took so long to write ;-; Thank you for your patience!<3 ♥︎

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If you ever asked about 15-year-old Ashley Graves, you'd be told one of these three things;

"She's a little psycho. I'm pretty sure she'd choke out a teacher if they looked at her brother wrong."

"She's always the odd one out. If only she was nice like her brother, she wouldn't be such a lonely freak."

"Pretty like the devil is sly."

These comments always alluded you. Ashley was by far the prettiest girl in class, and even if she was a bit curt to the teachers, she had these blossoming eyes and rich smile whenever she walked by.

One day, after watching the girls mock Ashley for the second time that day, you decided to walk up to Ashley.

Ashley's gaze out of the window quickly turned towards you as you sat down on the other side of her desk. She slowly eyed you up and down.

"Uh, I'm Y/N," you offered weakly.

"Is this about my brother?" Ashely held her face in her hand with a bored stare. "Because if this is about my brother, know that he's already called for..."

You quickly shook your head, "Don't take any offense, but I don't really care about who your brother is...I'm more interested in you."

Ashely looked startled by this statement. A small blush dusting her cheeks. She had spent a lot of time making quitters and hussies run from her marshmallow-spine brother who didn't know any better, and if she learned anything it was that they would say and do whatever it took to get closer to him.

Ashley scoffed and looked out the window again, "Yeah, right, you're probably just saying that so that I'll let you meet him."

You sighed and laid your head in your arms,

"I want to play with you... not your dumb brother."

Ashley gave you a quick glance. She chewed her bottom lip as she thought about it.

"Fine. But if I catch you trying to hang out with my brother, I'm going to punish you!"

You shrugged off that last part and nodded passionately.

Ashley didn't know what it was about you that made her laugh easily, and force the malice out of her body, but it pissed her off.

Day after day, you'd run after her with some sort of treat, present, or a friendly smile that made her day.

One day, you had come to school with a surprise;

"Jesus christ Ashley, did you fish that out of the dumpster?" Andrew walked into the laundry room and saw Ashley standing in front of the washing machine with a very deformed and crusted teddy bear in her hands.

"Y/N gave em' to me," Ashley pulled her hand away, a sticky substance connecting her hand to the deformed bears head.

Andrew was taken aback and quickly snatched the bear from Ashley's hands with a simple (grossed out) finger.

"Fucking gross Ashely! Why the fuck would she give that to you?!" He made a move towards the trash bags in the shelve, but Ashley took back the teddy bear before he could do anything.

"Don't snatch things from other people's hands, you jackass!" She held the bear close to her chest despite shivering from the unknown wetness the bear had.

Andrew visibly cringed and searched Ashley's face for some sort of explanation.

"Y/N had won this at a carnival she went to over the weekend and thought I'd like it," Ashley dangled the bear from paw to paw.

"Well if it came from a carnival then why does it look like it was gangbanged-"

"I'm getting to it!" She sighed with annoyance.

"I had thought it was some stupid ploy to get to you, so I might have...thrown it down a sewer." She shrugged that last part like it was naturally the most obvious reaction to a gift.

"While it was down there, I think the rats decided to have a piece of Teddy's face and stuffing and well... the sewer, too." At the word 'sewer', both of them looked at the drenched teddy bear that dripped ominously with disease.

Andrew put his head in his hands and sighed into them, "Why are you like this? Y/N tried doing something nice, and you...let it be beaten to death by rats."

Ashley shrugged and observed the gross teddy bear in her hands, despite it being jizzed up it was cute with its (seemingly darker...) brown fur and button nose. On its chest was a pink stitched heart that read, "I told the stars about you ☆."

Maybe it was a little dramatic to throw it in the sewer, but she wasn't about to admit that. After all, she had to get this damn teddy bear back somehow, and that was enough to convince the next guy over she regretted it.

"Do you want me to clean it?" Andrew mumbled from his hands.

"What?" Ashley hadn't realized she was zoning out.

"I said, do you want me to clean it?" Andrew looked at her with tired eyes.

Ashley thought about it for a moment and then reluctantly handed the bear to Andrew, who pinched its ear to minimize the most physical contact with the dumpster fire.

That night, while Ashley was lying in bed, she thought about why you had decided to give her the bear. Maybe it really was a ploy to get closer to her brother... but Ashley couldn't help but have fun with you. Maybe, just maybe, she could enjoy this friendship a little longer.

For the next couple of weeks, you and Ashley would hang out in spots around the city.

You'd go to the movies, window shopping, clubs (mostly to get thrown out by the bouncer), food joints, and greasy taco trucks.

Ashley would come home with a pleasant smile on her face. Oftentimes, being teased by Andrew, who said he was "finally glad Ashley found a friend."

However, this didn't mean that you were safe from Ashley's tantrums. Whenever you talked to Andrew for too long or made plans with other friends, Ashley would start crying.

This became increasingly obvious when you started becoming more acquainted with Andrew.

"I thought you were my friend Y/N! I should've known you just want Andy all to yourself! I knew it! You don't care about me at all!"

"What!? No! I was just trying to ask the time-"

"I knew it! You're fake, fake, fake!! You're only hanging out with me because of my brother. You're so selfish! Well fine, since you like him so fucking much then leave! And while we're at it, why don't you just fuck him since that's all you're good for anyways!"

Ashley laughed as she dug her fingernails into your shoulders, "Everyone is just slutting around for my brother! Including you! I should've known! I should've known!-"

In a moment, your lips were on Ashley's, instantly shutting you up.

When you pulled away, Ashley stood there shocked. Her fingernails were no longer digging into your skin but rather grazing your shoulder blades.

"Would someone obsessed with your brother do that?"

Ashley opened her mouth to speak but closed it instead. She looked down and shook her head.

"I love you, Leyley, but has anyone told you you're exhausting to be with?"

Ashley nodded and rested her head on your shoulder, "You're the one that talked to me first, Y/N. You don't get to complain."

You sighed and wrapped your arms around her. Clicking your tongue as you took a moment to process all the foul things Ashley said in the heat of the moment.

"You know, everyone was right. You're kind of a psycho." You looked at Ashley's face.

"And?" She scoffed,

"It doesn't bother me."

Ashley smiled into your shirt, "You're stuck with me,"

"Forever~"

Thank you for the ask!<3

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Heyyy!

I am not sure if this is similar to things you've written before but I would love to read a chuuya x femreader smut yandere fic with the concept I love you so much, so much that I cant help but hurt you. (Something like Akito and Shigure s relationship from Fruits basket)

A/N- Hii I'm not sure if this is what you were looking for but I do hope you enjoy it!

Twisted love!

Pairing: Yan! Chuuya x Fem reader!

Warning: Nsfw, manipulation, obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, mdni, lmk if I missed anything, not proof read!

You loved chuuya, you really do love him a lot but he was too possessive and he broke all the lines when he tried to lock you up. So you broke up and left him. It wasn't easy but you had to do it. Just like that a month went by without seeing him and it was the start of your misfortunes. You failed in your college finals but you knew you did well in your exams so that couldn't have been possible, even when you tried to talk to your professors you were just disregarded by them. You were also fired from your part time job. When you asked your friends for help they all started to ignore you. No one was even willing to listen to you, It hurted a lot, you were just left alone but you didn't even had time to cry as you struggled to find a job. As if that all wasn't enough your landlord also kicked you out of your apartment saying that the property has been sold. You were just flabbergasted cause how could he just sell the apartment without giving you a prior warning? He said that nothing could be done now he already sold it cause he needed money and that your term of lease was about to expire either way. Just like that you were on streets with no where else to go. And by no means you had money to stay at a hotel. So he was your only option left now, if possible you never wanted to go to him, You even thought about returning to your parents home but they lived very far away and you didn't wanted to worry them. You really didn't wanted to go to Chuuya but you couldn't care less about your pride now cause you were just desperate. You went to his penthouse and rang the bell, some minutes later the gingerhead opened the door and looked surprised to see you but what surprised him even more was the luggage you had by your side.

" Chuuya I....I." As if sensing your hesitation "First come in then we'll talk, you look cold." You were honestly expecting him to be angry at you but he just looked calm as you came in.

"Chuuya I...Can I stay here for a day or two? Actually my landlord kicked me out so I need a place to stay. I promise I'll leave as soon as I find another place to stay!" You were starting to get nervous as you looked pleadingly at him.

"Hey calm down! It's okay you can stay for as long as you want, I don't mind it. And if you want should I talk to your landlord?, after all how could he just kick you out!" He just looked affectionately at you just as he used to.

"It's no use I already talked to him besides he already sold the apartment."

"But are you okay?" It was just a simple question but it made your heart ache, for the past month you've been struggling still no one bothered to ask it. But Chuuya just looked worried for you even when you were the one who left him. You couldn't control it anymore and broke down in tears.

"Hey it's okay I'm here! please don't cry. If you want to talk I'm here okay? You can tell me what happened." He embraced you and gently patted your back to help you calm down. Your head was on his chest so you didn't notice the smirk he had on his face. After some time you stopped crying and then you told him everything that happened from crashing your finals till losing your job and he just listened to you, soothing you whenever you choke in tears waiting for you to finish.

"I'm really sorry such things happened to you but I'm sure it's gonna be okay and I'll help you so don't worry and please don't cry it breaks my heart to see you like this. And umm I..I don't know if I should say this right now but y'know after you left I've been reflecting on myself everyday and although it's late I still want to apologize to you." Now that you took a closer look at him there were dark bags under his eyes and he himself looked a bit stressed.

"I'm really sorry! But can you please give one more chance? Just one and I promise I won't do anything to disappoint you anymore." There was a genuine look on his face, you couldn't help but give in to him as you pulled him in a kiss. Your lips pressed against each other, as your faces flushed with desire and emotion. You would be lying if you said you didn't miss him, his lips, his touch instead you craved it. Not holding back anymore he pulls you in for a long, deep kiss, one full of passion, as if he was holding back for so long. You gasp for breath and wrap your arms around him tighter, pulling him closer for more. His hand slowly slid in your shirt groping your breast as you let out a low moan in his mouth. He quickly picked you up, unbuttoning your shirt as he took you to bedroom. He threw you on the bed gently before removing his own shirt. Oh how you missed it, his calloused but gentle hands on your body as he kisses you. He moves to your neck gently nibbling, leaving dark red love bites on your sensitive skin as he removes your bra. You couldn't help but moan as he gently kneads your tit pinching your erect nipple a bit hard as he kisses your collar bone before moving his mouth on your titty. Swirling his tongue on your nipples sucking and nibbling it. He moves downwards kissing your stomach as he proceeds lower. He removes your jeans, seeing the wet pool in your panties.

"Tch are you that desperate for me darling?" He chuckles as he removes your panties before sliding two digits in your wet cunt. " looks like you don't need much prep" He unbuckles his belt removing his trousers and boxers freeing his already hard cock. He strokes his cock a bit before aligning it on your entrance. He rubs his tip on your wet folds making you whimper.

"Mmm Chuuya please I want you!"

He slowly thrusts in you allowing you to adjust a bit before increasing his pace as your moans got louder.

"Ahh hngh~ Chuu.. ahh fast more." He increased his pace at an animalistic pace thrusting deep in your gummy walls. "Chuu mm~ I'm close...ahh please don't stop." He grunts as you clench him a bit harder cumming on his cock. His thrusts get sloppy as he also cums after you. He rubs gently on your sides to help you calm from your high before pulling out. Then he brings out towel from the closet to clean up the mess. Soon after you fell asleep in his arms, as he kissed your forehead smirking.

All because of the emotional distress you forgot the real reason you left him and if you thought that he would just let you go so easily then you were utterly wrong. You never once doubted how all these things happened only after you left him. Afterall he was the one who bribed the professors, threatened your friends to stay away from you, made you lose job and bought that apartment. He doesn't care if it hurts you or not as long as he can have you back.

"Darling if you won't let me lock you up then I'll just have to make sure you come back to me after all I love you so much."

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