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lovezbrownies · 3 months

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Yandere!Chief of Police.

Character: Grim Ludenhart, 32, male, 199 cm/ 6'5 ft.

Pretty mild tbh, not too yandere but there is a future work containing your life with him after where it will be darker hopefully. also my ass did not read through this so whatever mistakes i made please ignore them thanks!

Minors DNI!!

Word count: 1725 words.

Content warning: Lying??, obsession, stalking, abuse of power, age gap (5 years- darling: 27, Grim: 32), implications of criminal activity.

Grim isn’t one for love, even the thought of it was unappealing for a while. Up until he met you. Grim was known to be a stoic man, however stoic he can be he was still extremely approachable. Ironically, Grim doesn’t care for anyone aside from his family. Grim would be less popular if these nobles knew what he actually thought of them, due to his job as Chief of Police, he and the rest of the Board of Chiefs of Xelera are required to attend every event and ball that Queen Nia hosts. Although Grim hates Queen Nia’s events he also likes to attend other events that nobles would host and invite him. He only ever goes there to make sure unnecessarily rich bastards keep up their support of the Police, as well as to maintain a good reputation among the nobles, he needs their support for whenever someone dares threaten his position.

All in all, Grim despises the nobles he’s constantly surrounded by, including the nobles he’d publicly called his friends. Which would be why he found himself here, in a tiny bar, sitting in a tiny booth, his real friends around him, all being middle class “peasants”. He liked it here, he can be the small town boy again with these people. ‘’So he cornered me, and mind you he’s doing all of this over a cake! He goes ‘Well, Grim, good to see you! Uh, you got that cake recipe written down yet?’ Blah blah, this man wouldn’t stop yappin’ i had half a mind to smack him right then and there and tell him my ma made it for me!” A roar of laughter goes off, as the laughing dies down Grim flags down a busser working at the bar. He couldn’t see them all that clearly but who cares, he’s just going to pay and leave after all.

Well, he did care, and so did his buddies as they witnessed Grim become awestruck as he talks with the server, an attractive young thing, possibly mid twenties. “Hello! My name is Y/n, is there anything I can help you with?” They greeted the table with a warm smile, a notepad in hand, waiting to be given orders to fulfill. Grim, awestruck, sat quite for a second before collecting himself when one of the guys he’s sitting next to nudged him. ‘’Ahem, yes, can I pay my bill please? Bill’s name under Greg Hart.” Grim cringed, wishing he hadn’t made up a fake name in this bar, if only he knew there was love around the corner. ‘Ah, giving your fake name to the gorgeous busser, how absolutely romantic!’ Grim chastised himself silently.

You nodded, smile as warm as the summer sun, ‘’Alrighty, I’ll get you your bill, does anyone need anything else however?” Your pretty eyes sadly cut contact with Grim to look at the rest of the table, while Grim had been completely fixated on you, even as you left he couldn’t get his eyes off you, the way your hips move, the way you swiftly move about the tables littered around the bar, the way you lean into the bar counter, the way your head tilts as you presumably ask for a Greg Hart’s check. Grim’s train of thought was caught off as the guy next to him threw their arm around Grim. “Well, looks like Grim isn’t interested in us anymore!” The group laughs heartily and Grim chuckles in embarrassment.

Grim’s been a regular at that particular downtown bar since he’s started Cadet School, which would be now be 14 years ago, as soon as he turned 18 he had applied and gotten accepted. And out of those 14 years, the bar only just started getting better when you started working there. Grim had studied your schedule as well as he could, what shifts you had, whether you were closing or opening on a particular day. He knows everything about you, seriously, when he went to work the next day he managed to find your information after skimming through numerous pictures of other Y/Ns who were not you. Grim isn’t a slacker, so he sent over all of your records to his personal laptop to look at when he gets back home. And oh boy did he look! Grim didn’t leave a single record unread, spending hours going through your school records, your medical records, every job you’ve had, he learnt your family’s history entirely, safe to say he unfortunately missed out on seeing you that day at the bar.

Grim doesn’t like going to the bar during the weekdays because his job has always been top priority, yet here he was, chatting you up on a tuesday, the bar mostly empty as you two talk about everything and anything that comes to mind. At some points you’d get interrupted by another patron requesting help, and when that happens Grim liked to glare at them as hard as he could, eventually most regulars learnt to ask for whatever drink they want at the bar itself. Your boss also tried to lecture you on how you’ve barely been doing your job but one look from Grim had them scurrying away.

He hates the fact you call him ‘’Greg’’, he has been chatting with you for 4 weeks now, although it really is his fault he couldn’t come up with a way to tell you that he gave you a fake name and he is actually a fearsome chief. Don’t get me wrong he has a spectacular reputation, he makes sure to have the people’s best interest at heart, but he doesn’t exactly look friendly, a tired set of lifeless eyes paired with lips that never smile has made people fear meeting him. But that’s okay! You know him now after all, you’ve seen him smile, his eyes still look tired but at least they have light in them now! Maybe you’d be open to him if he told you the truth, maybe you’d love him more if you knew about how much power he has! So, as charmingly as he could, asked if you’d like to come home with him after your shift, you know as friends obviously!

And you, charmed and ever so slowly falling for your favorite regular you agreed to his proposal, what you didn’t expect was finding out your regular was actually a chief, and the Chief of Police no less! You did freak out a little but Gre- Grim had calmed you down, told you he liked you and liked how you acted around him, “You are so cute, why would I keep coming to the bar and talk with you only if I found you disrespectful, hm?” Grim smirked at you, moving from the stove to you, standing to your left he leaned a closer to you, you were seated on his kitchen counter while he was cooking up something, you still weren’t sure what he was making but it was probably good.

You shrug, equally leaning closer to him, “Hm, dunno maybe you wanna eat me or something?” Grim chuckled lightly, a handsome grin on his face as he stared into your eyes, and by heavens was he gorgeous. His gray eyes twinkled under the ambient lights in his kitchen, his eyebags suit him so well it was almost unfair how much they made him even more attractive. “If I wanted to eat you, I would’ve already done so, dear.~” Grim’s voice was soft and smooth, masculine and deep, and oh so alluring. His head tilted slightly to the side, causing his hair to flop as well. You’ve always had this urge to touch his hair, to run your hands through it and put it in various different hairstyles, and so taking your chances you raised your hands up off of the kitchen counter and ran your fingers through his hair. Grim leaned into you, humming he closed his eyes, he seemed so serene like this, and his hair is so soft.

You sat there for a minute or so, just appreciating the man in front of you, still caressing his hair, his eyes closed, it seemed like he was so close to purring like a kitty, “I don’t think I’d mind it if you ate me, at least I’m being eaten by someone I like.” You hummed out quietly, yet this nice moment was cut short by him snapping his eyes open, grabbing the hand caressing his hair he brought it down, a little close to his face, which right now seemed a little pinkier than usual. “Y-you like me?” Your surprise was cut short, you laughed leaning into his shoulder.

“Of course I do! Haven’t you noticed yet? Thought you were smart sir, Chief of Police!” Still leaning into his shoulder you turned your head to have a better look at Grim, and quite frankly seeing him this flustered after watching so many interviews and speeches with Grim being completely expressionless was pure gold. Grim was staring at you, eyes wide but not meeting your own, eyebrows straight up, cheeks pink, and mouth slightly agape. You try to take your hand back so you can caress his hair again, but his grip tightens, seemingly getting out of his trance, Grim collects himself, he looks straight into your eyes, his eyes tender with love, he smiles gingerly, though his cheeks are still pink, it seems he’s gained enough courage to speak now.

Grim shrugged your head off his shoulder, cupping your face with his free hand Grim leaned into you, your foreheads now touching. Grim stares at you, looking deep into your eyes with such love it’s making you feel all types of flustered. “I hope you know I’ve never believed in love at first sight until I saw you, I- Can I kiss you?” Grim’s soft and honeyed words have you completely wrapped around his pinkie, he has now completely captivated your heart. You smile, nodding, mentally begging him to make the move, make you his. Little did you know that the moment he captured your lips onto his own you will forever be his, never being let go, and let’s just hope you don’t find out the things he has done and will do to make sure you stay his.

also bonus image :3

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ringocato · 1 year

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i dont know...

Not really a fanfic?? I dont know what to call it lmao drabble?? Oneshot man I dont know…Read if you want.

Reader is gn and uses they/them. This a platonic little story or something with reader being an older sibling of Anahita my oc. Anahita is around 8-10 years old :D!!

Not much dialouge

TW : no tws

You are someone whos recently enrolled into college but it’s fall break now so your mom requested for you to take care of your little sister Anahita over the break so your mother and your step-father could go on a trip to France for the fall break you agreed. You packed up your stuff and left your apartment and went to your mothers place. Your mother greeted you and told you what to do and where everything was before leaving the place with your step-father. Now you were left alone with Anahita theres was a lot of time left until her sleeptime you offered to go outside with her to a local park, “Hey kiddo wanna maybe go out to the local park, I’ll get you some snacks too!”. Anahita replied in excitement “Yess!! The park would be fun, oooohh? Snacks yay!”. You and Anahita got your warm clothes on and your jackets. You went out first to the store to get snacks and drinks you let Anahita pick, she picked some chips and a fanta. You payed for the stuff then went to the local park and went on a stroll Anahita was happy and showed you all the interesting stuff she found you also went to the playground and she played with a couple of kids. It was getting cold so you called out for Anahita, “Anahita come lets get going, the suns setting.” she ran up to you and replied with an “Oke n/n!”. She held your hand as you guys went back home, you guys changed your clothes into something comfier. Anahita asked if you can watch her favourite movie with her. You agreed and watched the movie with her, she feel asleep on the couch after the movie and you took her too bed after a while you also went to bed.

Maybe I’ll write a another one who knows…

#ocxreader #reader #platonic

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pastel-trans · 2 years

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Oc x Reader Stories

A list of Oc x reader stories I have created. Hope you enjoy the read as much as I enjoyed writing them.

A True Guardian Pt 1: Zallec x Outcast! Elf! Female Reader

New Found Treasure: Ahkrin x Blind! GN Reader

Vampires and Blades: Emil x Male Reader

Struggles and Snuggles: Raiphas x GN Reader

#oc stories #x reader #x reader stories #femalereader #malereader #genderneuatralreader #lgbtqreader #ocxreader #writings #writers of tumblr

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clonethire · 10 months

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Bleeding Love

so I have a draft I wanted to post but I dont know if it will be a series or just snippets... the reader is intented to be female even if its not stated-

anyways enjoy this little star wars drabble :)

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reader is a togruta like Ahsoka is... the idea is that she is the padawan from Obi Wan but I have to figure out how to proced...

Reki is the same age as Ahsoka but the complete opposite from Ahsoka in form of character.

Commander Thire x f.reader

Warnings: angst and a bit fluff

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Word count: 2111

its ending on sort of a cliffhanger ;)

Beeping. White light. Silence.

That was all I saw or heard when I was conscious from time to time. I couldn’t remember what or even when it happened. All that I knew was, that my whole body was achingly sore.

And every kriffing time when I tried to stir awake the darkness would already be wating for me. To pull me into its endless depths.

It was the sixth time in a row when I was capable of opening my eyes. The once steady beeping of the machine spiked up. Blinding white lights greeted me with a harsh welcome. The desire to close my eyes was great.

Grumbling and huffing I sat up against the uncomfortable cushions off the cot I was laying on. The beeping of the machine grew steadily and for a moment I wondered what happened to the person who was connected to it.

But that was before I looked down and saw with a blurry vision that I was the pour soul who was connected to the machine. I tried to rub my eyes in hope that Ahsoka was pulling another prank on me with her force abilities but when I moved my hand to my face I could see the needles poking out from my skin.

My stomach throbbed with pain and again I wondered where my pain meds were. Weird circular sticky things were sticking out from under my dress that someone had put me in, because I couldn't remember wearing anything like that in public.

My head was spinning and a headache was slowly but surely making itself known.

Short flashes of images flashed through my head and almost made me throw up. My heartbeat increased and the beeping of the machine got higher and higher.

Bile rose in my throat and before I could stop myself I threw up all over the floor. Tears rolled over my cheeks and my throat was unfamiliar dry. Coughing I blinked warily and found a glass of water on the desk beside me. My hands shook as I took the glass in my hands and before I could drink a sip the glass fell out of my hands due to my shaking.

More frustrated tears ran down my cheeks and left a hot trail.

With a sudden clank the curtain was ripped open and before I could react properly a body threw itself onto me and for a second I couldn’t breathe.

#clonewars #commander thire #padawan #obiwan #hardcase #clonexreader #medic kix #originalreader #ocxreader #clonestory #angst #fluff #corrie guard

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disastrouslydared · 10 months

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This is a little blurb of my personal OC, Marshall (Last Name Pending), that I decide to shitpost. This was made with a black!reader in mind but anyone can read. Enjoy.

Sleepless Nights and Bright Screens

It was 03:34am.

Marshall laid up on his bed with his hand behind his neck, the other draped on your waist as your murmured in an unclear fashion. His thumb rubbed at your skin while he peeled an eye open, his brown raising as the piercing white light of your screen greeted him.

“Why’re you up?” He muttered while his calloused hand went up to pinch your cheek, breathing deeply as you shrugged him away, staring into the low light of your phone as your thumbs swiftly typed.

“You know I have a hard time sleeping.” You rasped, typing away at your notes app as you blinked sleep away from your eyes. Your bonnet was slightly riding up your head as your eyes bored into the screen, tiny curls peeking out as Marshall rolled his eyes.

Kissing your cheekbone, he snatched the phone away from your hands, turning it off and putting it on his nightstand before he pulled the bonnet down over your eyes.

“Excuse you.” You grumbled as you looked up at him, your eyes narrowed as you fixed it back properly. Marshall ignored your complaints, placing his hand on your head. You felt your face get pushed onto his chest, left cheek smooshing onto the plush skin near his scars.

“Sleep. It’s late and you need to be up for school tomorrow… well, today..” He spoke softly and gently to you as he dragged his palm over your ear repeatedly, the sound bringing a wave of exhaustion crashing. You traced the scars under his pecs tenderly, your eyes drifting closed as your chest started to slow in its rising.

You listened to his heart beating strong and loudly, skipping a few times much to your concern but you decided to ask about that another time.

Right here, right now, it was time to relish in this tender moment. A moment you’d never experienced. Pure love and adoration came from Marshall as he soothed you, only stopping once you were in a deep sleep.

His hand clasped around yours before he allowed himself to rest, his heart beating at the same rhythm as your own. “Goodnight, love..”

I’ll be under the tag “#adreamerswritings” so it’s easier to read all my works! I’ll also put my asks/requests on in the (unlikely) event someone would like a custom fanfic written lmao.

Sleep well, mi amors~

#I literally made this while half asleep 💀#black!reader #gn!reader #fem!reader #masc!reader #trans!oc #sleepyfics #mostly a shitpost #i should go to bed #ciao for now #oc x reader #trans!ocxreader #ftm oc #sfw writing #sfw fanfic #fluff #sleep aid #adreamerswritings

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oleander-nin · 4 months

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sorry for like, spamming y'all as of late, but if I were to post OC stuff(still x reader for the most part), do you want that here, or should I make a side blog?

(sry for the double post i done goofed)

#random question #i might bypass y'all #but #thought i'd ask #also if you're wondering #the OC most in question is CK #maybe some of my other losers

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vergilthelibrarian · 6 months

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Sleep Paralysis Demon

Yandere OCxReader

This was an anon request ^^

My eyes shot open as I breathed in deeply. My heart was pounding against my chest fast, my chest in pain and I swore I was having a mini heart attack.

But I knew I wasn’t.

A heart attack doesn’t wake one up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat.

I was having anohter panic attack, one that had woken me up from a nightmare I was having.

It was about him again…

My right hand went to my chest as my left hand squeezed my sheets. I tried my best to calm my breathing, to get my heartrate back to normal.

The room quiet and dark and I was terrified of the shdaows that lurked in the darkness. For all I know, he could be lurking there.

He is always lurking.

I can’t seem to escape him no matter how much I needed to…

I closed my eyes, gulping as my heartrate went back to normal. Slowly sitting up, I looked to my side, my eyes landing on the window. I wanted to crack it open since I was so hot and sweaty but I scared that he may be out there and see me opening my window for some fresh air as an invitation.

I blew out a shaky sigh.

“I’m thristy…” my voice was hoarse and dry.

I crawled out of bed and shuffled my way to the kitchen. I got took the jug of ice cold water out the fridge before grabbing a cup.

I poured the water into the cup, quickly drowning it down, the cold liquid helping calm my mind and body. I poured another cup and drunk that too, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath as I placed the empty cup on the kitchen counter.

“I’m guessing you dreamt of me again?”

My body froze along with my breathing. The cold water that was once helping me calm down was no enchancing the fear that was now budding within me.

My body felt as though it was dumped by a bucket of cold water, my nerves burning with a cold fire as I quickly registered his voice.

“Marcelo-“

“Mmm… Are you afraid?” his voice was velvet like and though I use to be in love with that voice, it now scared me so.

He got up from the couch, his footsteps silent as he came close to me. “You shouldn’t be scared mi amor… you know I would never hurt you…” the back of his hand caressed my cheek and I just knew his blue eyes were swirling with that obsessive gleam that was always there, hidden in plain sight. “I love you too much… you know that.”

I was somehow able to will my body away from him, though it wasn’t too far, only a couple of steps. My kitchen was tiny and I was cornered by him.

“All you ever done was hurt me…” my voice was low, quiet as I stared at the ground.

He chuckled. “I’ll admit… my love for you has always been rather intense but…” he moved closer to me, his hand on my chin as he forced me to look him in the eyes. “But don’t you think that’s beautiful? To drown in the deep depths of the waters that is love?”

“Not when there isn’t any light penterating the water.”

Marcelo chuckled once more, his lips curling into a little smirk.

“But isn’t it exhilarating to be in the unknown?”

“It’s not when I’m drowning…”

“But why not just drown together? That’s all I ever wanted you know.” his whispered. “For you and I to drown in the depths of love.” A smile strectched his lips for a few seconds before it dropped. “But then you want to be rescused.” I whimpered as I felt his grip on my chin tighten. “You wanted to leave me stranded… ¿Como te atreves, carajo?” he sneered, and I felt my heart began to race once more.

I felt my eyes prickling with tears and I didn’t realize that my body was shaking until Marcelo said, “I have to admit though… I have grown to love the fear you have for me. There’s something so enticing about how you quiver and cry like a wounded kitten.” He paused for before leaning his face into mine, his breath hot breath hitting my lips.

His breathing was heavy and it made me feel sick knowing how turned on he was in the moment. “Mierda… Look at you…” his breathed out. “So weak… Hmm…” he hummed.

Marcelo let go of my chin, moving away from me in order to turn on the kitchen light. He turned his head, looking back at me. “That’s much better don’t you think?” he smiled, running a hand through his black hair, slicking back the few strands that hung in his face

He started to make his way back, his head looking at the kitchen counter, where the dishrack was placed, and grabbed a chef’s knife.

My eyes widened in horror as I looked at the knife, my breathing picking up pace as my heart began to race once more.

Before I could even do anything, Marcelo grabbed the back of my neck to keep me in place. He brought the knife close to my face as he skimmed the tip down my nose, the smile still on his lips.

“I’ll admit… I have grown to enjoy the fear you have for me. It’s enticing.” He breathed out.

He glanced away for a bit, licking his lips and only then did I see the look of confliction on his features for a few seconds before it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

“I know it’s bad. It’s not right but… I can’t help it sometimes…” he looked back at me.

“Marcelo please…” I begged.

“I gave you so many chances to put your pride aside and drown yourself into me but if you rather have me drown all by myself, then I’ll just have to drag you down to the depths with me.” His tone was serious.

I soon felt Marcelo’s plush lips against mine in a sweet, chaste kiss, a contrast to the danger that was radiating from him.

“I really do love you...” He whispered against my lips. I felt the knife slide down my cheek, onto my neck and chest. “I promise not to make it too painful.”

I soon felt a fiery, tearing pain in my stomach.

And I felt it again, and again, and again, and again, my hands trying and failing to push Marcelo away, to grab the knife in his hand, to do anything in order to save myself from this underserved death.

“Why?” I cried in a weak voice. I felt my body rapidly growing weak as my blood quickly poured from my stab wounds.

“Shh, shh mi amor.” Marcelo had droppped knife, his bloody hands cradling my face as he gently laid my dying body down on the floor. “It’s okay.” He cooed, comforting me. “I’m here.” He held my body, rocking back and forth as I felt my life slip away.

The memories and those I hold near and dear to me, flowing out of my mind as the blood flowed from my wounds. I couldn’t remember my name and it was becoming harder to breathe as I felt my heart slowing down.

But all I could hear was Marcelo saying sweet nothings as he soothed the light out of me.

I took in my finale breath before once again being in complete darkness.

They say that when you die, you must go to the light but that was a Christian thing and personally, I wasn’t a fan of the Christian god.

But I couldn’t help the anxiety induced fear at now being dead and trapped in darkness and as I walked, my surroundings began to change. The seemingly never-ending dark void began to lighten as soon I found myself in a gray-looking world where people were aimlessly walking around, their eyes void of life and light and I quickly knew where I was.

I was in purgatory.

So, I was in hell but only the first layer.

My fists clenched and unclenched as I felt myself break down into tears, finally crying but the reason for my weeping was complicated.

Of course, me being dead is one of the main reasons. No one wants to die young but obviously, there was more to that.

I was murdered by the man that I use love, murdered because of his obsession, his fucked up definition of love, his need to drive me into madness with him by any means and I hated myself because a tiny part of me still loved him. I couldn’t help it as he was my first love. My first genuine love… yet that love was so consuming that it had cost me my life and because of my resentment of god, I was now in hell.

What a way to go…

“What a way to go indeed.” A smooth voice said.

I froze and though I knew it wasn’t Marcelo’s voice, his voice being etched into my mind, I still couldn’t shake the fear that it was him.

I hesitantly looked up only to meet the browns eyes of a handsome stranger. His olive tanned skin popped against the gray and dull world and his hair was long and curly. A pleasant, welcoming smile sat on his lips as his eyes stayed on me.

He was very beautiful, quite possibly the most beautiful man I have ever seen.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He laughed and his laughter pulled at my heart like one who pulls the strings of a harp.

“Most will lose all sense of their self when they come here. They immediately turn zombie like yet you,” he walked closer to me, “You’re still… alive.” The man looked at me with wonderment.

“Who are you?” I asked, my eyes red and puffy from my sobbing.

“I am Lucifer my dear.” The man smiled at me.

My eyes widen.

“Y-you’re the devil?” I asked and Lucifer nodded, laughing once more.

“Yes, I am though that is just an aspect of me.” He said, leaning in close to me and saying in a hush tone, “I have to give true sinners something to fear, don’t I?” he laughed again.

“I… I don’t understand…” I felt myself on the verge of crying once more but that quickly subsided as I felt warm hands cradling my face, and unlike Marcelo’s hands, these were genuinely comforting.

“No one ever truly understands my dear.” Lucifer gave me a comforting smile. “You have to live multiple lives or be immortal to understand why things work the way they do and even then, you may have difficulty accepting it if you do eventually understand.”

I sniffled as I felt a few tears roll down my cheeks.

Lucifer let go of my cheeks and grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket.

“What a cruel way to be loved.” He said quietly as he wiped my tears. “And what a cruel thing it is to be killed in the name of love.” His voice was soft.

It was quiet for some time as Lucifer comforted me, letting me cry all my tears until I could cry no more.

“Do you wish to seek justice?” his voice rang in my ears, and I looked at him, nodding silently.

“I knew you would want that.” He chuckled. “You see, one of the demons were tasked with turning your murder into a demon.” He began. “When some humans are so evil, they are turned into demons while still alive. It’s a form of punishment.” He spoke.

Lucifer put the handkerchief back into his pocket. “But I feel as though it would be best if you were the one to deal out the punishment though… it’ll come with a price.”

I gulped, having a feeling what that price may be.

“I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.” His voice was soft as he said. “You will have to give me your soul. Instead of Marcelo becoming a demon, it shall be you who will become one.”

I didn’t know how to respond; I could only blink at him. So many emotions was running through me all at once but if there was one thing I wanted so bad within the moment, it was to get revenge.

It was to kill Marcelo.

“But… but what will happen if I kill him? Would he become a demon too?” I asked and Lucifer shook his head.

“No… In fact my dear, I will personally see too it that he is tortured for all eternity.” He answered.

Lucifer placed one of his hands on my cheek and though I just met the man, I felt a fatherly love emanating from him. “You shall become my child… that is if you agree to give up your soul and become a demon.

“Though I am vain, I am not a lair.”

“Okay. I’ll give you my soul. I give you my soul if it means that I can kill him.” I said and Lucifer smiled brightly.

“I’ve always wanted a child...” he said softly.

I peeked my head into the room, seeing that Marcelo was asleep.

How long as it been since I was killed? I had no idea. It felt like I was only just killed but I could’ve been dead much longer than I had thought.

Time works differently when you’re not of the living or of the human world as the concept of time simply doesn’t exist anymore.

I walked into the bedroom. He always kept his bedroom door open whenever he would come back home extremely tired from work, too exhausted to even take off his outdoor clothes.

I always wondered how he could stalk me while also working but seeing as how his own boss didn’t believe when I told her about Marcelo harassing me after I left him, I stopped caring about that a long time ago.

I crawled onto the bed, crawling onto his sleepy form as his chest raised up and down in a pattern.

I sat on him, putting all my weight on his body and I saw his eyes shot open and as he opened his mouth, a weak whimper left his lips.

Confusion swirled in his eyes, along with fear… yet I still saw that obsessive love that always sat in his eyes whenever he looked at me and I felt myself grow in anger.

And before I knew it, I began to beat my mad lover to death.

#the character Marcelo is like an actual OC of mine #i'm writing a story involving him and like he's a yandere lol #yandere boy #male yandere #reader x yandere #male reader x yandere #reader insert #male reader insert #gender neutral reader #original story #original writing #short story #yandere story #yandere #yandere writing

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pupsqueakerz · 8 months

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y'wanna be famous?

★彡 about me

junie ○ he/they ● 8teen ○ blk ● i draw sometimes!

im very shy and might not answer asks, please be patient with me!!, requests open

★彡 about blog

i write ocxreader fics! i specifically focus on m!reader (afab or amab) n' gn!reader. I mainly write for my male ocs, but I'll probably dabble a bit in writing for fem n' nb ocs!

★彡 rules n' warnings

"fujoshis" n' "fetishizers" pls dni, this is a safe space specifically for nb n male readers! i don't want you here!blank blogs dni!

i may post a few nsfw things down the line, so minors beware! n' some of my content may also be dark, if you don't like it- don't send any hate to me or my readers n' just block me!

i do not condone yanderes irl, my writing is purely fictitious! if anyone in your life displays any of these traits, please report them and stay safe!

please don't ask me about my personal life, i wish to keep my offline n' online life separated...

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kookie-doughs · 5 months

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guys would anyone be interested in reading an OCxReader I have a very big story idea i can write it for a character instead but id prefer using an OC I only write xReaders so like if any of you would like an OCxReader pls interact >< ill start writing it after I post all my drafts (has over 50 drafts) luv you all thxthx

#x reader #kookie doughs #kookie dough writes #kookie dough rants #please interact

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lovezbrownies · 4 months

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Thank you, cruel savior.

Based on this ask!

A/N: this was so much fun to write >.< I loved this idea so much I had to squeeze out a fully fledged fic! Enjoy!

Word count: 746 words.

TW: mentions of Physical and psychological torture, mentions of murder, one sided hatred, barely mentioned Gen oopsie daisy! bit of angst, bit of fluff

Reina’s job wasn’t easy, tend to a psychotic temper mental murderer who’s overly obsessed with her ‘’lover’’, a person whom she kidnapped, imprisoned, and killed people for. It wasn’t ideal, but Reina had to pull through, her parents need treatment for illnesses, and younger siblings to care for. Even if she’s stuck in a lonely quite mansion with a mentally broken person, she will make sure her family are happy, safe, and healthy. Even if it’s assisting the imprisonment and subsequent mental and physical torture of this poor innocent darling.

Speaking of, the first few weeks with Gen’s toy were painful. Staying quite while someone begs at your feet, sobbing hysterically, asking to be let go, asking to be killed, anything to ease the atrocities they have to deal with. Reina is human, of course she would feel bad for you, who wouldn’t? But dare she do a thing, what will happen to her family? What will Gen do to her in general? The last time someone tried to save you it ended with Reina having to clean up so much blood, having to somehow get rid of the stench of infected wounds, blood, and dead carcass.

It wasn’t worth it, Reina would tell herself in a mantra. They have everything in the world, so what if they’re completely isolated, only being able to talk with a deranged woman for barely 2 hours before they’re dragged off to the master bedroom? So what if I can hear the bloodied screams and cries of agony even all the way across the mansion as that poor creature gets tortured endlessly? I don’t care if they’re locked up in the basement after I had told my mistress of them attempting another escape. I don’t care. No, I don’t.

I don’t care so much so that I sneak them food when they’re being starved intentionally, taking them out for walks in the morning in a nearby park whilst my mistress is at work. I don’t care at all, no, in fact I don’t care what happens to them that I intentionally have sharp cutlery lying around. I actually hate them, but why do I hate them? Best to find out by talking with them about anything that comes to mind. I should get closer to Gen’s sweet darling so they don’t get any ideas on trying to escape obviously! I only do what my mistress tells me to! Which is to ensure her darling’s safety and to stop any escape.

So why am I running? Running so fast and hard, with you tripping trying to catch up to me, me holding your soft hands whom I fell in love with after months of caressing and comforting you. Ah, right. I’m running towards my house, with a bag full of cash that will keep me afloat for up to a year. I’m running so I can save you, my dear, take my family with me, and escape past the borders of Xelera, your home country, but not mine, never mine. We will go to my country and arrive safely by god’s mercy, my country and yours never got along, which is even more beneficial.

I am sorry, I am so sorry, I had hated you in the beginning, blinded by the witch’s beauty, I had risked your life numerous times, and you got hurt because of me, but now I will right my wrongs. I will make sure you, me, and my family are all safe in my childhood home, be warned though fair darling, it’s a bit cramped. But that’s okay, I love it when you’re squeezed against me. I know as soon as we enter the border’s of my gloomy country, the skies will clear and the sun will shine brighter because of you. You light up my life and my heart. I may have saved you, but you saved me as well.

How I adore you, you tortured soul. Here I am, writing this all down as to not forget, we reached our destination. We found our childhood home, and now as I’m writing this, you rest on my small bed, snoring. I am so happy, with you, with my family, with myself. I have never been this happy, you made that possible my dear. You light up my world, I hope to live the rest of my life with you by my side, I love you, dear.

-Reina Adonis, your love and light. Xoxo

November 7th XXXX

#x reader #oc x reader #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #gnreader #gn reader #soft oc #oc #my oc #Reina Adonis #cute fluff #fluff #tiny angst #ocxreader #original character

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lostindarkclouds · 1 year

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Hi everybody (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

My name is mirusawa (More like a nickname for me)

Here I have exhibited a few pictures that I have drawn before. Now I want to write something about a few fandoms I'm in. I used to be too shy to share what I wrote. But I can't let my shyness surpass my dreams. First of all, my language is not English, but I will write my fictions in English here, I hope you like it as well as me. Feel free to correct me for my typos. Have a nice day

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Fandoms

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-Five Nights at Freddy's

-Creepypasta

-Genshin Impact

-Hazbin Hotel

-Hunter x Hunter

-Seraph of the End

-Angels of Death

-Yandere Simulator

- doki doki literature club

- John Doe Game

-house hunted

-Nu Carnival

-PjSekai

-mushroom oasis

I may add more fandoms in the future.

Feel free to ask questions and talk to me 🫂

What do I write about?

Yandere stories, Horror scenarios, Supernatural themed short stories,Stories with psychological tension, Traumas, OCxReader, FandomCharacterxReader, Romantic stories, short poems,Sfw,Nsfw,Sad scenarios.

What don't I write about?

Scenes containing severe violence(Actually, I like to read such scenes, but I don't write them myself.), rape scenes,Stories involving rape,incest stories,Hentai-like stories, detailed sexual content.

If you give me suggestions about fandoms you like, I can try to write about them too.

#genshin impact #creepypasta #hazbin hotel #five nights at freddy's #doki doki literature girls #yandere simulator #seraph of the end #hunter x hunter #john doe #nu carnival

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pastel-trans · 2 years

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Vampires and Blades

Emil x Male!Reader

(Y/n) walked down an empty street, hands shoved in his jacket pocket. It was a slow night at the diner, a few strange customers but that was nothing new for him. Releasing a sigh, (e/c) eyes looked ahead seeing a group at the mouth of an alleyway. Being the smart person he was, he chose to cross the street to avoid any kind of conflict.

Once across the street, (Y/n) could feel eyes on his back causing him to tense slightly. A whistle was heard from the group he avoided, his eyes moved to glance at the group. A sense of paranoia rose from the male as he noticed that the group was gone.

Picking up his pace, he turned a corner hoping to get home much faster. Just as he passed by a narrow gap between buildings, a hand-pulled him into the darkness. (Y/n) fought against his assailant swinging his free arm only for it to be caught. His jaw was grabbed, the hand forcing his head to slam into the wall behind him. (E/c) eyes slammed shut from the jolt of pain that went from his skull to the rest of his body.

Dark chuckles surrounded the stunned male as he tried to gain some kind of sense of what was happening. "Lookit what we got here lads. A might nice looking meal don't ya agree?" jeers and mocking could be heard from the surrounding thugs. Slowly (Y/n) was able to open his eyes to see what was happening around him. When he did, his eyes widened at what he saw in front of him.

The larger man that held him to the wall had a wide sinister grin that showed very large fangs. Of course, he heard of vampires, but in stories. Not once did he believe them to be real, or in his town. His body began to shake in the hold of the monster in front of him, he knew that they planned to kill him.

The man holding (Y/n) to the wall, chuckled darkled as he leaned close to the frightened male. Nuzzling his face into the man's neck and inhaling deeply. "Perfection, we certainly picked a fine one tonight." (Y/n) thrashed around kicking the man in the stomach surprising him and dropping the (h/c).

Quickly the male scurried for the opening hoping he had bought himself some time when in reality it only angered the group. With one swift movement, the male was dragged back by his leg, a yell of pain ripping from his throat as claws dug into the skin. "You ain't goin' nowhere love."

Body flipped over, (e/c) eyes wide with more fear than before. (Y/n) couldn't move, seeing all the wide mouths full of fangs. He didn't want to die, he still had many things he wanted to accomplish. Just as one of the vampires leaned down to rip into the frightened male, the sound of flesh being sliced echoed through the narrow alleyway. Everyone froze, watching as the one beast that was going for a bite suddenly fell to the ground.

A knife was wedged in the back of his head, smoke was slowly rising from the wound. All the other vampires scanned the area, their senses on high alert to find where the attacker was. "A bit rude to be attacking an innocent like that after a clear long day of work. I suppose it is no surprise coming from low-life leeches such as yourselves."

All eyes turned to a figure standing at the opening of the narrow alleyway. A street light brought small illumination to silver hair and glowing blue eyes. All vampires growled the leader being the loudest, "Don't just stand there, get the bloody moron." (E/c) eyes watched from the ground as this stranger easily cut down three of the vampires as if he was cutting through warm butter. Their split bodies fell with a sickening splat.

The stranger strolled into the alleyway, a short sword held in one hand, fresh blood dripping from the blade. "Come now, for bloodsuckers you don't have a very good sense of smell." The sight of movement behind the silver-haired stranger caught the attention of (Y/n) and the leader of the group. A tail, this stranger had a tail.

The leader growled lowly, swiftly picking up the still stunned human. A claw held to his throat as a clear threat. (Y/n) body shook unsure of what to do, his hands clenching into fists as he looked at the stranger with pleading eyes. "Bleedin' mutt. So the rumours were true about a wolf hunter. Ha! Ya must've been the runt!" The stranger ignored the vampire's remark, deep blue eyes staring into (e/c) ones. Silent words were said between the two, (Y/n) seeming to calm slightly just from the simple gaze.

In the blink of an eye, the claw wrapped around (Y/n) throat disappeared, and a pained scream erupted from behind. Slowly the male turned around to see the man that had just held him, hostage, seeing only a bloody mess and the stranger. Blood dripped from the short blade, the steel gleaming slightly as the stranger turned towards (Y/n).

(Y/n) stood frozen unsure of what to do, as the Silvretta slowly walked towards him. The short blade being raised caused the male to flinch and step back. The other hand of the stranger wiped off the blood with a cloth. Blue eyes looked up towards the shaken male causing him to freeze. A glinting smile grew on the face of the silhouette showing large canines.

"Are you alright mister? They didn't hurt you too much did they?" (Y/n) slightly shook his head, tongue and mind unable to form words. His (e/c) eyes not leaving the blade still held in the hunter's hand. Noticing the fearing gaze pointed to the blade, the stranger was quick to sheath it.

"Sorry, you don't need to be scared of me. I'm here to help. Let's get out of this alleyway and I'll properly introduce myself. Alright?" The stranger offered a hand to (Y/n), the ominous smile turning to one of gentleness. (Y/n) nodded turning and very quickly walking out of the ally letting the weight of everything finally hit him. Once on the sidewalk, the (h/c) knees buckled under him.

The stranger was quick to catch (Y/n) before he fully hit the ground. "Why don't we get you somewhere safe so you can get some rest." The stranger scooped the still shocked male easily into his arms. "My name is Emil by the way, I'm a werewolf and hunt vampires for a living. I'll be your rescuer today." (Y/n) looked up at Emil, now seeing the ears upon his head, as well as seeing the wagging of his tail.

A sense of calm flowed over the now tired (h/c) haired male. Slowly exhaustion overcame the male, his (e/c) eyes beginning to close. Before he fell fully into the welcoming arms of sleep, he heard the gentle voice of his saviour. "Sleep well, you're in safe paws now."

#ocxreader #werewolfoc #malereader #ocwritings #writers of tumblr #malexmale

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