#yandere nb

[talkbycolor]

john doe game headcanons . . . ↷

A/N; i'm actually really sensitive about john doe JHSAJHSAJAS

Pairing; "John Doe" x GN!Reader

CW; Just doe being the weirdo we love / PISSPISSPISS / implied cannibalism? not so much tho / ew stinky gay / sex with a hairball

john doe as a partner.

His love for you is pure, but the lack of understanding in humans makes it complicated, he doesn't know how to express it in a "correct" way.

He has little interest in humans but all his interest in You, do you want to learn to play an instrument? Doe too, he would learn to use a phone to call you although it would be useless since in the end he would follow you to work, he can't stand having you away for even a second!

He tried to eat you (unfortunately not in a sexual way), he wanted to bite, pull your teeth, and tear them out of your cheeks to eat them, you had to use a lot of patience to explain to him that this was painful and you could die

He likes your fluids, your sweat smells so good, it tastes great, your tears, he knows that tears mean something is wrong but he can't help but want to lick them, at least he's like a puppy in that way and that will make you laugh, Doe wants to help! your urine, he will drink it all without a problem, if you are both having a loving session in bed and you want to go to the bathroom, forget it, he will open your legs and help empty your bladder, he loved being your personal toilet, your blood is the sweetest of his paradise, be careful with accidental cuts or his mouth will stick like a leech to your wound

Ideas for romantic activities will probably come from television, be careful what he watches

At this point, Doe lives by and for you, he will adapt to your lifestyle and tastes, although he cannot understand most of them, the idea of "breaking up" does not exist in his head, you can walk away, even stop talking to him and he will continue behind you

But he has feelings, why don't you talk to him anymore? Did he do something wrong? He no longer leaves rats in the kitchen, he no longer tries to make You dinners with raw meat, is that the way he looks? Tell him your standards! Doe will change everything for you, even reality

He can definitely purr, he's more like an old, ugly, stray cat that will rest on your lap, but he's YOUR, old, ugly, stray cat.

He doesn't know how to give compliments, it's more like observations or comments about how you make him feel "You're wearing a big hat!" "A red dress!", "I'm so happy to see you!" but it's adorable that he reminds you that you are his whole life…somehow

It's like having a child at home, in the strangest way possible, he will try to make horrible crafts for you and help with housework without much success.

If you demand sex, Doe would probably do his best to make a nice cock, just for you, or a pussy depending on what you like, he will be submissive but if you ask him to take control he will try

And that will probably be the messiest and hardest sex you've ever had in your life, Doe always adores you like it's your last day on earth so in a sexual sphere it would be ten times worse

If you put on a movie at night, he will fall asleep halfway through, no exceptions, the sound of the television and your smell will be enough

Doe would definitely kill for you, he doesn't understand jokes so please don't say "Ugh I hate that guy, I hope he's dead" because yes, the guy will be dead.

In case You doesn't like the smelly boy, Doe will try to take showers regularly, at least to not smell like something out of the sewer, the pain doesn't matter if it's about you

Loves physical contact and quality time

Surprisingly, Doe has a driver's license, he would be your personal chauffeur, you may think it's an adorable gesture but he just wants to be sure where you are at every hour of the day… and help, of course.

Aside from adoring you, Doe actually has his own tastes and hobbies, he HAS feelings! He has tried knitting since the technology is very confusing, he really is like an old man

He tries to have a good relationship with your friends and family, if you have a big family he will probably feel overwhelmed but that doesn't mean he will stop trying to show that he loves you and wants to be with you.

Your younger nephews love it, they think of Doe as a weird-looking uncle who lets them play with his hair

Doe shirt always has hearts when he looks at You.

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#nb reader #lgbtq community #lgbtqia #john doe #john doe game #john doe x reader #john doe x you #headcanons #writers on tumblr #john doe game headcanons #john doe visual novel #yandere visual novel #yandere x reader #yandere #smut #gn reader

[devourable]

⚠︎ the stalker

sfw, mdni, beta read by @fluffula | tags ;; masc yandere x gn reader — stalking (duh), themes of self deprecation/lack of self worth, erotomania

hii im back from my unannounced hiatus bc i have more time on my hands :] ik vega didnt win the poll but fsr theyre the only one i could get myself to write sooo 🫶 i know im super rusty since I haven't written in ages so sorry if this is a lackluster return fic. it just be like that

vega just wasn’t the type of person that people liked. it was a fact, and he was well aware of it.

they were lanky and awkward, unkempt, and often didn’t know what to say or do in any given social situation. no one went out of their way to interact with them and vice versa. the few times he ended up around others anyway, he always found himself sidelined by the few people he could refer to as friends — they’d never be the focus, if they weren’t forgotten about entirely.

they weren’t anyone’s first choice. hell, they weren’t a second or third choice, either. it was a sad existence that he had accepted long ago — why bother trying to fit in if he wasn’t wanted? he was so boring, he wouldn’t wanna hang out with himself either, anyway. so every day and every night, they were alone.

then, he met you.

it started so simply. you started working at the same office as them, and they knew off the bat that it was your first time in a place like this. they expected nothing of you — maybe a lukewarm greeting as you passed each other during the workday, but not much more than that. so it surprised them when after your introduction, you rounded their desk and gently asked if they could show you around. maybe it was something about your tone, maybe it was that friendly look in your eye, maybe it was just you as a whole. but something about you just got them. they were out of their chair before they realized it.

they weren't the talkative type, but it didn't matter — you kept asking questions during the entire tour. what was that room for? how long had they been working there? did they like working there? you wanted their attention and they for the life of them couldn’t get why. even less so, they didn’t understand why they were so ready to give it to you. they couldn't help the way they stuttered out their answers to your questions, nor the way their face flushed after you laughed at the way they responded. but you did have to work, so you withdrew from them eventually to do just that.

well after you departed to your cubicle, you remained on their mind. your voice, the way you laughed, how you looked, it all swirled around in their mind as they sat in their desk. it remained that way the entire day, the following night, and the day after — they couldn't get you off their mind!

you chose him. you chose him, out of everyone else in the office. you were the only person that did that, and it made them feel so seen. so real, so… loved? was this what love was? the pounding in their chest and their flushed face would make him believe so. they couldn’t wait to see you again. just the thought of you returning the next day and every day after that bloomed butterflies in their tummy.

vega’s longing for you only grew more and more intense after every passing day. every day you came to work, they’d be the first to greet you and the last to bid you goodbye. they even changed their days off to match yours — going to work hardly seemed worth it if you weren’t there to make the day more bearable. every day they sat at their desk, daydreaming about spending time with you, going home with you, doing all the things they never imagined that they’d ever do before. and even though they were too awkward to seek you out during the work day, it didn’t stop them from staring at you every chance they got.

but after that first day, you paid less and less attention to them. you had work to do, after all, and no matter how hard they yearned for you, it grew harder to get you to notice them and harder for them to watch you. it was excruciating. for the first time in his life, vega wanted to be wanted — by you, specifically. he wanted your attention, your voice, your eyes on them again. but if they couldn’t have that, they needed to see you more to make up for it.

the stalking started small at first. occasionally following you when you got up from your desk to give a file to your supervisor or use the restroom, pretending to be distracted should you ever notice them (which you hardly did — they didn’t know if that bothered them or not). sometimes he ended his day at the same time yours ended so he could walk out with you, watching you leave from their car before they left themself. and eventually they started to follow you home directly. it was always from a distance. they wouldn’t want to frighten you, after all! it was okay as long as you weren’t bothered by it, he told himself.

he memorized your routine so he could base his own around it. you went to the store? he was going too. spending the day at the library? he was stalking after you from a different aisle. sometimes they’d leave little gifts on your doorstep just to see your bewildered reaction. watching you became his favorite pastime — they almost liked it more than talking to you directly. you somehow never noticed them lurking, staring at you from some shady hiding spot, panting and trembling just from the sheer excitement that your existence caused them. were you aware of just how cute you were when you thought no one was watching you? knowing all your bad habits, your mannerisms and all the things you did in private was exhilarating. it was like a secret for just the two of you. and whenever you came into work and talked to him like you usually did, it made him so fucking excited. did you know? maybe you did and you were fine with it. that had to be why you were so nice to them. they loved the idea of you liking their bad behavior.

vega had no plans of confessing to you anytime soon. he had so much fun stalking you, he saw no need to ruin it with his feelings. besides, you liked them back anyway — you had to have, why else would you let him get away with it for so long? he knew you wanted him, and he wanted you in return. all he had to do was wait for you.

#💌 vega l. ;; the stalker #i ;; the magician — my writing #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere x oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere nsft #male yandere x reader #yandere male #male yandere oc #nonbinary yandere #nb yandere #yandere boy #xvii ;; the star — my ocs

[finnzhal]

@meow2765 asked

can you do a platonic yandere alastor from hazbin hotel x a gn!reader? (feel free to ignore this if you don’t want to do it!)

FINN's Voicemail

Ooh ! We sure love our demon with a Karen haircut <33 I feel like I've gone too deep into the yandere instead of making it fluffy.. but yandere isn't supposed to be fluffy, isn't it?

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Reader : GN!READER

Character : YAN!ALASTOR - HAZBIN HOTEL

Mentions : I don't support this behavior in real life, I only enjoyed writing.

Links : MASTERLINKS for requesting & rules !

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I see YAN!Alastor as someone who loves to see the scared look in his darling, he finds it entertaining. The way his darling wanted his help? So much better. He's shackling and a possessive type. He's a yandere who likes to control everything, "keeping you safe" from everyone by that means isolating his darling and observing their every move.

He met you at the happy Hazbin hotel and immediately thought you looked vulnerable and needed someone's help to take care of you in this cruel hell. His help.

The terrified and intimidated look you give him during his first time arrival.. he wanted to see that face more, he wanted to see how much you needed help, needed him. Which means he made you as his companion.. or a friend you call. Making this as an excuse to be more close to you.

He always keep an eye on you, monitoring you, disciplining you even. He doesn't want you getting hurt..If you're someone who gets into troubles or break alot of rules, He'll discipline you. "This place isn't safe, darling. That's why i'm here to observe you." he said, he's truly worried.

He makes a good impression of himself infront for you, it's weird that he treats you as if you're a fragile glass that can break at any moment. He treats you more differently than the others.

Don't get fooled by him, he'll criticize you or even insult you everytime you point out his weird behaviour or complain about him being overprotective and suffocating you. If you could just zip your mouth shut, he would praise you by the littlest things.

As hell is already cruel enough, he'll brainwash you and make you depend on him. He likes the way you need him to be by your side. Even when you think he's not there, his eyes are always on you.

Whenever you wanted to go out without him.. he'll purposely make your trip worse by stalking or asking someone to do something to make you call him and ask for help.. or even comforting you after the day

He invades your privacy, as he calls it checking if your safe. He doesn't like it when you keep secrets from him.. what if it cause you harm? how would someone help you? How would he help you if you keep being secretive?

Of course he would also be jealous if someone takes care of his dearest friend and you love it more than the way he cares about you. It makes him furious about seeing you smile and he's not the reason why you smiled. It makes him glitch out.

He would and will remove people for you. Someone bad or even good, Making you feel worthless as the people around you have gone. Making you more dependent on him.

Deep down he's afraid of losing you, he doesn't want that to happen again. He likes the feeling of being in control, being the one keeping you safe. If someone takes you away from him, he'll go insane.

If you break one of his rules, he had no choice but to isolate you from the others. You supposed to be listening to him. That's your punishment, he doesn't want you starving or get hurt because of him. He's not a good friend if he does that to you..

He just loves you, for sure you love him too because of him being so caring about you. You're vulnerable, weak, and pathetic.. who else would protect you other than him?

"You need me, Dear. You need my protection. You don't deserve to be in this cruel place.." He spoke softly while caressing your hair, You all chained up to your bed

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#୨୧FINNZ.WORKS #୨ৎSTARLING.ASK #male reader #gn reader #female reader #nb reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #yandere alastor #yandere headcanons #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #alastor x reader

[kanri-domo]

Characters: Il Dottore, AMAB! Reader

Warnings: Non-Con, Torture, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Drugs

A tale of three failed escapes.

I.

It's dark. Dottore has no idea where he is or how he even got here. The last thing he remebered was storming off after a useless meeting, annoyance clouding his mind, fully intent on returning to his precious experiment. Yet, somehow, he was now in a dark cell, with the only light coming from behind a locked door.

With each little movement, the chains that bind him down clank. There's a cuff around his ankle and collar around his neck, both heavy and securely locked with a sturdy padlock, with chains that lead to the bedframe, which is bolted to the ground unfortunately. The chains aren't long enough for Dottore to go anywhere close to the door either, frustratingly enough.

"You're awake!" The door creaks open, finally. In enters a person Dottore does not recognize yet feels vaguely familiar.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up for so long," you complain, "I think I used too much sedative, but I was worried you'd wake up while I was still getting everything ready! Thank the archons you've enhanced yourself as much as you have - I think the dosage would've killed a normal person."

This person, Dottore thinks incredulously, is fucking crazy. To attack a harbinger - Dottore himself no less - is one thing. It's expected to for them to have some enemies, but it's whole other thing for someone to drug and kidnap one.

You prattle on for even longer, slender fingers twirling around a set of keys. Dottore stopped paying attention, no longer interested. If you were stupid enough to flaunt off the keys to his chains, then it would only be prudent for him to waste as little time necessary to escape and give you a slow death for the trouble you've caused.

The moment you walk into his range, Dottore snaps. He might be a researcher and scientist at heart, but he was the second for a reason and it doesn't take much to overpower you.

Dottore knocks you out with a strong blow to the head. It's disgusting how weak you are, he grumbles to himself, kidnapped by a stupid weakling.

As he turns around to unlock the cuffs around his ankle and neck, he fails to notice you getting back up, brushing off the blow as if it were nothing. It's not until he's shrieking in pain from an electrical shock that breaks him out of his concentration, and to his horror, face-to-face with you.

"Sorry, darling," you purr, "I'm afraid it's not going to be that easy. But hey, since you're so excited to be here, why don't we get started with lesson one?"

Dottore's vision is darkening, but he watched angrily as you place your hands around his throat and squeeze. The last thing he sees before he passes out - whether it be from the electrical shock or the lack of air, Dottore doesn't know - is the crazy glint of excitement that he'd seen in himself many times before. Dread pools in his stomach and everything goes black.

II.

Dottore was tired. There's a bone-deep tiredness that's been persisting ever since you'd kidnapped him. How long has it been? A month? Two months? No natural light enters the cell that you keep him in and the only other indicator of time passing is you coming and going.

There are bruises all over him; you liken it to adding color to a canvas, each one blooming into blues, purples, and blacks. Everything hurts. There's dried semen on his thighs and chest, but it's easier to ignore compared to everything else.

Dottore automatically stiffened at the ominous creaking of the door opening. You step in, humming cheerfully. In your hands is a tray of disgusting, horrendous slop. Dottore looks away from you, unwilling to submit himself to your whims despite the gnawing hunger.

"Ah, this game again?" You ask, amusement coloring your voice. "When will you learn," you tut. You say more words, but he's not listening, too tired to care. You roll your eyes at him before placing the slop on the ground and leaving.

The door closes behind you, but it lacks the distinctive click of the lock. The sound of footsteps getting feinter and feinter indicates you leaving though.

Dottore stares. There's no way you'd forget to lock the door... Would you?

It's dumb, and maybe it's the pain and exhaustion that fuels this escape attempt. It's so painfully obvious that it's a trap, but Dottore is nothing if not desperate.

Tugging at the chains, the loosened links came free. Hesitantly, Dottore stalked towards the door, afraid to make too much noise, lest you come back to investigate.

Peeking out the door, he sees no one. Despite the fear and the gut instinct of something feeling wrong coursing through him, Dottore refused to retreat back into the cold embrace and safety of the cell behind him. There's another door a small distance ahead, an exit perhaps?

Dottore takes his first steps towards freedom, before breaking into a run, hurrying before you come back. He would escape, he would -

A sharp pain from his head stops him in his tracks - or rather, you slam him into the wall does. Dottore sees stars and before he knows it, he's on the ground, blood bleeding out and running down his face.

"I'm going to kill you," Dottore snarls weakly, dizziness and pain quickly overtaking his senses, "I'm going to cut you into pieces and burn you alive," he slurs.

You laugh. Dottore is already weak from the time he's spent with you, and the head injury doesn't help, so it doesn't take much for you to hold him down despite his struggling. You unzip your pants, and Dottore stills.

"This is your punishment, darling," you coo as he started hyperventilating beneath you. You're not kind, Dottore had found out early on, but usually your punishments were physical, not sexual. Sex only happened after you'd coerced him into it in exchange for something else. Never as a punishment.

Your dick is objectively big, but for some reason, it feels even bigger than usual when you penetrate him. You don't bother to stretch or lube him up, and Dottore feels the lack of preparation keenly. It's painful and slow, and the whimpers the escape him would've been embarrassing if the pain of his insides rearranging themselves to make way for you wasn't as painful as it was.

By the time you bottomed out, Dottore was only moments away from passing out, but a sharp slap across the face brought him back.

"Ah - ah," you taunt, "if you black out now, I'd have to punish you even more later."

Without warning, you pull out before proceeding to slam yourself back in. Dottore howled at the suddenness, and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and pain began to mix together as you fucked him senseless. Soon, blood slickened your movement and your roughness smoothed into a steady pace. Your hands grip onto his thin waist, nails digging into thin flesh, undoubtedly leaving even more marks. You fuck him like a ragdoll, and Dottore was helpless to stop you.

The harsh pace is unforgiving, and by the time you've cum, Dottore was extremely close to blacking out again. You cum inside him, painting his insides white. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, Dottore whined, his own cock hard, yet lacking the necessary enough stimulation to get a release.

You laugh at him, looking down on him as if he were a dumb bitch in heat. You take pity on him - or at least Dottore assumes you do - and dig your fingers into his prostate. It takes several harsh jabs before he spills all over himself, and Dottore silently curses his masochistic tendencies. But, at the very least, you seem to have had your fill, he relaxes, letting exhaustion fill him.

"This isn't the end of your punishment, unfortunately for you," You taunt, "You belong to me, and only me, you know? It seems my silly pet still wants to escape, so I need to make sure I train you well. I need to make sure you know, and your body knows, that I'm the only person who will ever love you!"

The last thing he sees is the sadistic gleam in your eyes, a familiar look that Dottore no doubt had on his own face once upon a time.

He blacks out, body aching and terror griping his heart.

The next time Dottore wakes up, he’s back in the dark, cold cell. There's something - a vibrator - in him, and he's tied down to the bed. You've taken everything: his pride, his freedom, and his dignity. You've crushed it beneath your heel and the only thing Dottore could do was laugh at the irony until he cried.

The mad scientist sobbed and screamed into the unforgiving darkness, unable to move and unknowing of when you'd return.

III.

He's wet and shivering. Archons, why was he so stupid. To run away when you loved him when you took good care of him.

Dottore was hiding in an alleyway a couple blocks away from where you'd kept him captive, not that he knew where the hell he was. It's definitely still in Snezhnaya, if the amount of snow meant anything, but it was a big enough country that Dottore still had no idea where he was.

He could go back, but... The thought of your anger, however, was enough to hesitate. Besides, he still was loyal to the Tsaritsa, and still had a duty to the Fatui... didn't he?

Angry stomps interrupted his thoughts. No, dread pools in his guts, it seems, you had already found him before Dottore could make any decision at all.

You stare at his pathetic form, face blank of any emotion.

Dottore pathetically crawled towards you, body already numb from the cold. He could salvage this, he thought desperately, you loved him, after all. You'd forgive him... Right?

"M' sorry," he mewled pathetically, clinging onto your pants, "I didn't mean to," he adds. He practically kneeling in the snow, too weak to get up, as well as trying to act as submissive as possible. The collar around his neck feels heavy, despite being only made of leather. You'd placed it there, changing it from the heavy lead to a lighter leather, calling it a reward for good behavior.

But Dottore had misbehaved, and now, you're angry.

"It seems," you sigh, and the next words that come out of your mouth freeze Dottore even more than the cold did, "that I still haven't trained you well enough."

Dottore opened his mouth - to beg, to scream, he didn't know - but before he could, the sharp jab of needle made its way into his neck, and you injected a strong sedative into him. Dottore slumped down into the snow, misery filling his wretched heart and vision darkening.

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He wakes up strapped to an examination table. The table beneath him is warm, but the air is as cold as ever, and Dottore shivers. His mouth is being forced open by a ring gag and his legs were forced apart by a spreader bar. There's something huge inside of him, it stretches out his hole to a burning degree.

"Finally awake, dear?"

Dottore tilted his head to look towards you. There’re no emotions on your face, and you're holding a bottle filled with a clear liquid.

He whines, a last-ditch attempt at placating you. It's useless, he knows, it's already too late for him. The room is cold, but the trembles that wrack his body stem from fear.

You ignore him, opting to instead pour the contents of the bottle down his throat. It doesn't take long for Dottore to figure out what exactly you'd given him.

The aphrodisiac that you give him is strong. Dottore couldn't help but jerk and fight against the restraints, the burning need for stimulation becoming overwhelming.

You laugh at him, and instead of relieving him, you turn on something beside you, and in turn, the thing that's inside of him - a dildo - starts moving in and out. At first, the pace is slow, slow enough that he couldn't help but whine for more, but within moments, speeds up into a harsh pace.

"I think that should be good for now," you hum. Dottore's moans and breathy screams permeated the air. Even the slightest of touches from you were quickly becoming too much.

It doesn't take long before the first spurts of cum spill out, but the machine is unbudging, and so are you.

"A- ahh!" The need for more and feeling of too much clash, Dottore cries, feeling overwhelmed. You're laughing at him he notes out of the corner of his eye. He’s squirming against the restraints even more now, desperate to escape.

It's too much, he thinks; I'm going to die.

The machine continues to fuck him. It's going to fuck him to death, Dottore can't help but think hysterically, he's going to die here, still trapped by your love.

With another rough thrust, Dottore cums again. And again. And again. And again.

You're still watching him as the drugs wear off, as his dick softens, yet the machine still continues to thrust into his loose hole, unable to even clench down. There's no way he could cum again, but the machine continues to wring orgasm after orgasm out of him, even if no liquid spills out.

It takes one last dry orgasm before you finally stop the machine mid-thrust. Your hands softly run across his body, each feather-light touch makes him twitch and jerk, body too sensitive. With swift hands, you remove the gag. Dottore quickly snapped down, wishing he was able to rub his sore jaw.

"Well," you ask, "what do you have to say for yourself?"

Dottore trembled under your harsh stare, breaths coming out uneven and short.

You frown. You reach out to pet him on his head this time, each pet soft and kind. "You know I love you, right? I'm only doing this for your sake," you tell him, "The Fatui are no good for you. You belong here, with me."

"Look at you, so wrecked and slutty. This is what you're born for, you're a perfect whore," you add, "So give up, Zandik, I'm the only one who'll love you no matter what, so be good for me, m'kay?"

Dottore Zandik sobbed, dam bursting open, tears spilling. You were right, weren't you? His parents hadn't loved him, the Fatui hadn't cared enough to find him.

Only you would love a monster like him.

"I love you," he hears you say, and it hurts to hear. There's a part of him that's screeching, angry that you've reduced him to such a pathetic, humiliating state.

The rest of him is quiet though. He's given up. You love him, so you're only doing this for his sake, his mind rationalizes.

"Love you," he mumbles between the sobs and tears, "I love you. I'm s- sorry for running, for being no good."

You smile gently down at him, but your eyes are cruel and cold. You're satisfied by his obedience.

Zandik cried and cried, the reality of his situation finally settling in. There was no escape from you; your love was drowning him and finally, Zandik let himself be drowned.

#dom reader #sub genshin impact #sub dottore #dottore #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #dottore x reader #yandere reader #amab reader #but can be read as nb reader #dead dove do not eat #tw kidnapping #tw torture #stockholm syndrome #tw drugs

[lovedrunk-foxgirl]

be obsessed with me darling. i want you to need me the same way i need you.

#i want mutual obsession so bad #who out here trying to be violently obsessed with each other #nb yandere #yandere #yandere community #yandere content #yanderecore #obsessive yandere #actually obsessive #irl yandere #obsessive love #lovesick

[amostnobleyandere]

Yandere! Incel! Scaramouche x NB! Reader

This is an 18+ blog!!!! If you don’t like yandere content or are a minor, do not interact. thank you!

CW: Yandere content, stalking, creepy scaramouche, incel behavior, creepy behavior, toxic relationships, kidnapping, his friends encourage and enable his problematic behavior, brief fantasizing about a domestic husband/spouse dynamic, forced romantic relationship, non-consensual touching

*also just to be clear, this is loosely based off the term “incel,” his behavior is more like a creepy recluse if anything?? I just couldn’t think of a better word to use and I thought it fit okay. there’s no misogyny or extremely gross behavior involved, but he is creepy so just. keep that in mind. anyways, enjoy!

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Incel! Scaramouche who doesn’t get out much not because he has bad social skills (he does but that’s not the point), but because he loathes the idea of big crowds and being around lots of people. Socializing with people is already irritating enough, since he’s the only one on this earth who seems to have braincells. Why go out when he’s got everything he needs at home?

Incel! Scaramouche who has more money than he knows what to do with from his (insanely) loaded and emotionally distant mother (who gives it to him because she doesn’t know how to show affection any other way). he spends it all on expensive gaming set ups, take-out, and new technology all while being up in his top floor penthouse with a horizon line view.

Incel! Scaramouche who has friends, they’re just all online (and just as fucked up as he is) who he talks to (yells at) through the microphone while gaming.

Incel! Scaramouche who meets you while doing something mudane. He sees you at a grocery store picking over vegetables one day. Ignores you. 30 minutes later, he proceeds to bump into you and then acts like an asshole about you touching him, something that was clearly his fault. The two of you get into it, and eventually you’re the one to turn and walk away, already in a bad mood from the interaction. He’s interested now.

Incel! Scaramouche who isn’t delusional enough to convince himself that it’s fate, but who is curious enough to stalk follow you around for a while. He’s not hurting you or talking to you, what’s the harm done?

Incel! Scaramouche who while stalking monitoring you begins to note things about you. Unconsciously, of course. It’s not like his life revolves around you or anything. He just…starts to notice things. How you spend your days, what you like, what you don’t like, who you interact with and the places that you spend your time at the most. Soon enough he knows just as much about you habits and daily life as your friends do, if not more.

Incel! Scaramouche whos friends encourage his problematic behavior. They’re just as chronically online as he is, and have no conception of the morals and boundaries that come with having a healthy relationship. (Some of them, like Venti and Kazuha, even have a more romantic view of his infatuation interest, repeating that it’s okay to cross some lines, as long as it’s for love)

Incel! Scaramouche who has a weird view of relationships because his only knowledge on them comes from anime, the internet, and all the other types of weird media he consumes. (Should the kidnapping happen before or after your first date?) He’s not doing any of the cheesy shit the internet says. He’s not going to bring flowers, that would be stupid. (He’ll end up buying an overly large bouquet which he sends to your doorstep. there’s no note and you find it extremely creepy. You refuse to leave your home without pepper spray now)

Incel! Scaramouche who eventually just plucks you from the streets, right outside of your home/apartment building. No struggle to go along with it. Obviously you do fight back, but the men he hired to pick you up are far too experienced for you to even have a chance of running away.

Incel! Scaramouche who doesn’t really care about your feelings surrounding the whole situation. and well. he was getting a little lonely. most of his friends live too far away for them to meet up frequently, and it’s not like he’d want to see those crazy bastards everyday anyways. You’re much better company compared to those psychos, as much as he loathes to admit it. and you’re just so…pretty, and he can feel and touch you as much as he wants. it’s pleasant, and his apartment has never felt so full before, not at all empty like it did before he brought you here. you should be grateful you’re here too; he gives you everything you could ever want (within reason). really, you should feel grateful that you’ve been chosen by someone who’s so financially stable, who can provide for you.

you can have a good life with him, better than you could’ve had without him.

Incel! Scaramouche who kind of begins to see you as his little house spouse. nevermind that you’re here against your will; you’ve taken up doing chores around the house if only to fill the time, and it’s really only confirming his belief that kidnapping you was the best thing he could’ve done. when he comes through the door after a rare visit to the outside world and he sees you sitting there, idle, practically waiting for him? he feels like the typical breadwinner coming home to a loving domestic life. he’s not so delusional to think that you’re happy to be his little house spouse and captive, but it’s not like you can do anything about it, so he might as well enjoy the thought while he can.

#genshin #genshin impact x reader #male yandere #yandere #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #romantic yandere #yandere incel #yandere genshin x reader #yandere scaramouche #yandere scara #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche x nb reader #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #scaramouche #yandere genshin impact x gn reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere x reader #tw toxic behavior #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #tw non consensual touching

[wishluc]

I. Miss. Solomon.

When you smile at Solomon, it feels like he's the only one you're looking at.

It isn't true, of course, because Mammon's got an arm around your shoulder, crowing about winning a bet of some kind, and Satan immediately gets your attention with yet another picture on his phone, but it gets too easy to pretend because you continue to sneak looks back at him and share a small, secretive smile with him, and what else would that mean?

The closeness of the demons does little to bother him. He's reassured by the knowledge that when the brothers finally retire for the day and you're allowed to leave, Solomon is the one who comes to walk you back. You believe that it's because he knows you're not the mysterious demon everyone makes you out to be, and that he's there to make sure you get home safe and provide company, but the possessive arm he has around you and the sharp, pointed gaze that linger on whichever of the brothers are at the door to see you off tells an entirely different story. None of them would dare tell you about their suspicions, however, not when it's abundantly clear that you hold him in higher regards to the rest.

Sometimes your smile catches him by surprise. His movements falter, spilling the tea he was pouring out for you the first time he catches you looking up at him with that fond expression, and though you later fuss over him and the hot liquid spilt over his hand, the moment is burned into his memory. It becomes a regular sight, too, as the two of you share a warm cup in Cocytus Hall after a hectic day of you working as an attendant. You smile at him, a lovely turn of your mouth, while recalling the adventures of the day, and Solomon holds the tranquil picture close to his heart.

Admittedly, the domesticity of it all is getting to him. (And to you, if your words are anything to go by). There's something enticing about knowing you'd be there to do the mundane tasks with him; cleaning, grocery shopping, and even cooking, despite how panicked you get sometimes. He starts letting you know when he's going shopping so the two of you can go together, and it quickly becomes a regular, anticipated event. Whether you were shopping for cutleries or groceries or a new pair of matching mugs after Mammon accidentally broke his, you always found a way to make it enjoyable. He thinks that he finds comfort in the normalcy of it all; you quickly stopping him from buying ingredients that are "too adventurous" or the cauldron that you claimed there was no space for. He finds that he likes doing all these activities with you, and most of all likes having you as a constant part of his daily life. He likes waking up to see you starting on breakfast already, insisting that he's been working too hard and that you'd cook instead, he likes the weight of your head on his shoulder during movie nights and he likes the knowing grin you shoot him when you hand him coffee in his mug.

These days, he anticipates seeing you smile at him. You turn to look at him, amused when you boldly tell Mammon that Solomon's your boyfriend (and he beams at you, proud and ecstatic at the blatant lie), and you offer him one of your sly grins when you're planning a way to annoy Lucifer again. The small one when you confess to him that you almost don't want to leave anymore, too, is dear to him. Your awkward, lopsided smiles when caught up in a situation you aren't too pleased about, too, are charming to witness, but the way you run over to him immediately after and push yourself into his side is even more delightful.

But his favorite one yet is the warm smiles that you share with him, when dinner turns out better than you'd hoped or when you successfully cast a spell. It's a heartwarming sight, all bright and unabashed affection, and breathtaking when the light falls on your face just right. None of the others can ever coax out a similar expression, because he's the one you rely on in this timeline, and he's the one that comforts you after a difficult day and promises to protect you if anything were to happen. He's the one you hold on to and call your boyfriend, and he's the one ushering you down the streets of Devildom.

Those, he knows, are special. And only for him.

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#[Veryyy slight yandere I think? I just really wanted to write about him again] #[I haven't played NB in uhhh 3 weeks? or so and I'm missing it so bad but. I also don't really like rhythm games so it's not really fun?] #[I just want the storyyyyy ahhhhhhhhh] #yandere solomon #yandere solomon x reader #yandere obey me solomon #solomon x reader #obey me solomon #solomon x mc #obey me x reader #yandere obey me shall we date #yandere obey me x reader #yandere obey me #yandere obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer #solomon x you #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x reader drabble #obey me. 🌀 #asa.writes 🌀 #drabble. 🌀 #solomon. 🌀 #cw yandere

[sorcerous-caress]

Yandere Wyll headcanons

[Soft yandere, Toxic protective Wyll, jealousy, possessiveness, nb!reader]

[Part of the Wyll's Week event]

Bedtime stories of love at first sight that his father used to tell him after tucking him in was something he thought he outgrow.

Yet on that day as he hopped down the grove's gate and faced the goblins, meeting your eyes amidst the battlefield felt like an arrow struck his heart.

A feeling he can't explain.

Wyll was hyperaware of your presence during the whole fight, of your safety. Casting a spell on the nearby goblin that might have taken you by suprise, completely ignoring the fact he was surrounded by a dozen of them himself.

In the aftermath, it almost hurt him to retreat back inside the grove, to leave you all alone out there.

He wanted to go and check on you, to ask your name at least.

But the tieflings urged him back, declaring him their hero as he smiled politely at the kids running up to him.

Please come back, he thought, please follow him.

It must be fate, and when you walked inside the grove and spoke to him, he was sure of it.

Your name sounded pleasent on his lips, and when you called him the blade of frontier he thought he might trip and make a fool of himself.

One thing led to another and he found himself back at your camp.

Much to his dismay, there were other tents placed Besides your own.

Even his reaction surprised him, why did his lungs burn at the idea of someone else staying near you as you slept? Why does his heart ache at the idea that he wasn't the first person you called back to camp.

The eventual meeting with the devil he was hunting ensures, and you're there by his side during it.

But you're looking at the devil with concerned eyes instead of disgust, you're lowering your weapon and asking if she's okay.

You ask for her name just like you asked for his.

Something ugly twists inside his stomach.

He takes over the conversation, steers it back to the purpose it once held before.

But you stop him, talk him out of it, and like any fool smitten in love, he can't refuse you.

Part of him is aware that he did the right thing, that your words rung true at the end, Karlach is no devil.

And as he pays the price for his change of heart that night, you still face him the next morning.

Still as handsome, you tell him.

You don't look at him with disgust, you don't prod at his horns and you don't avoid eye contact with his abyssal eye.

It really must be fate, for someone as kind hearted as you to cross paths with him.

He stays by your side that night, nods off to sleep with his head resting against your shoulder.

From that day on, he stays by your side and on your team.

Every attempt at getting him to go back to camp is met with refusal, you can only bring two other companions, the third will always be Wyll.

The world is too dangerous, the people are too greedy. He can't let someone take advantage of you, he can't let you out of his sight.

He shows off his power more in front of you, plays the heroic role with more flourish, targets the enemies that target you.

The other companions make a comment or two about how he seems to be inseparable from you, Wyll takes it in stride and plays it cool, yet never denies it.

Somehow each attempt they make at getting closer to you gets interrupted by some way or the other.

That time Gale attempts to share the weave with you, Scratch suddenly runs to you, your favourite boot in his mouth with chew marks and you completely lose focus and go after him.

That night Astarion invites you to the forest, it suddenly starts raining and it's too damp and muddy to do anything on the ground.

When Shadowheart called you to split a bottle, a cat jumps out of the bush and nearly makes her stumble off of the small cliff into the lake, both of you immediately make it back to camp.

As Wyll dismisses the familiar he summoned, he can't help but feel guilty and ashamed by his actions.

Just because he's not in a hurry to share his bed with you, doesn't mean that the other companions deserve it because they're easy.

Not to mention, you did promise him to dance with him eventually, did you not?

#♡yandere #♡toxic relationships #♡Wyll #wyll x reader #yandere Wyll #bg3 x reader #yandere bg3 #toxic relationship #jealousy #possessiveness #nb!reader #nonbinary reader #yandere x reader #♡Wyll'sWeek #Wyll'sWeek #Wyll's Week

[louisfruit]

He's so yandere coded

#obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me nb #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #yandere obey me #om nb event #omnb #nightbringer event #obey me event #obey me nightbringer event #obey me christmas event #nightbringer Christmas event #yandere lucifer #om lucifer #tw yandere #yandere #swd lucifer #om nb #om nb lucifer #nightbringer lucifer #yandere nightbringer #yandere coded

[jackalopesao3]

Gee, I wonder who is causing this nightmare.

#the yandere seventh born living up to his title #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #om! swd #obey me spoilers #obey me nightbringer #nightbringer spoilers #om! nightbringer #obey me #obey me! nightbringer #om! nb #obey me! #swd belphegor #belphegor obey me #belphegor swd #belphie obey me #obey me belphie #om! belphie

[malewifeharem]

yan!belphie thoughts.. what if he was not a mean little piece of shit. what if he just wanted a forever cuddle buddy. what are your Thoughts ☁️

being yan!belphegor's forever cuddle buddy

彡- ,, hcs of eternally long cuddle sessions with yan!belphie!

cw ⁞ CHAPTER 16 SPOILERS?, yandere so obsessive behavior as usual, mention of abduction, sedation

an ⁞ belphie is still a little gremlin so he's still lowk a menace in this LMAO

after finding out about your relations to his late sister, he becomes obsessed with you — finding a replacement of her in you.

he locks you in the attic, sealing the door with a spell you're not capable enough of breaking.

probably wouldn't ever leave your side unless it's absolutely necessary.

he's skipped classes just to hide out and cuddle with you. (would be cute if you weren't locked in there tbh)

in order to keep you tame, he uses his powers as the sloth incarnate to keep you nice and sedated for him.

he'll even bless you with sweet dreams if you don't move around in your sleep too much.

his tail is always either curling around your leg or lazily skimming across your body as you slumber.

this makes it a pretty good pillow to hug tbh just don't tug at it too much...

HE WILL SLAP YOU AWAKE WITH IT LMAO

his favorite position would be spooning with him as the little

your arms wrapped around him feels way better than his weighted blanket

YES HE HAS A WEIGHTED BLANKET CUZ IT REMINDS HIM OF LILITH... i will fight anyone who disagrees (i won't)

#obey me #omswd #x reader #obey me shall we date #omnb #obey me! #shall we date obey me #om! shall we date #om belphegor #om belphie #omswd mc #omswd x reader #omswd belphegor #obey me nightbringer #omswd mammon #om! nightbringer #belphegor x mc #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #belphegor x reader #tw yandere #male yandere #yan #yandere #om! belphegor #obey me nb #obey me mc #belphegor x you #obey me x reader #obey me x mc

[devourable]

➶ the butcher

sfw | tags ; nb!yandere butcher x gn reader (only prn used for reader is ‘you’), yandere behavior/tendencies, stalking, butchery (duh), violent imagery/ideation + implied violence

i dont see explicitly nonbinary yanderes much at all so im here to change that bc us offgendered mfs can be are crazy too 😌 sorry if this kinda sucks bc i finished this up while half asleep

you always felt there was something… off. about the 24 hour deli you always passed by.

it seemed to always be empty, aside from the butcher who was constantly at work inside. chopping meat, severing flesh from bone, every action executed with nearly clinical precision. did they ever do anything else? how were they always so busy with so little customers?

you could never understand. but as much as you were put off by the strange little store, curiosity gnawed at you with equal strength.

because of that, the day you entered the shop for the first time late one night, you left all of your concerns at the door.

unbeknownst to you, the butcher had been watching you long before you ever entered their deli. they always felt your eyes on them when you passed by their store — your gaze just felt so different from others. electrical, almost. they always knew when you were nearby. you must've felt it too, right? the connection you had?

but poor rhodes, they could never just approach you! you never stopped by and you didn't even know their name. they never had an opening to meet you formally. it'd be such a shame to scare you off...

thus, they were content with watching you from a distance. they ensured you never noticed their dark eyes following you, only daring to observe you passing in their peripherals or looking in your direction after you had walked far enough away. how wonderful your appearance was... a lovely sight that always brightened up the monotony of their work days. it was so fun to see you go about your life, it satisfied them enough to not mind your lack of connection.

though, sometimes... they couldn't help but imagine the animals they were tearing apart were the folk they occasionally saw you talking to. to tear their skin off of them, cut them into filets and send them far, far away from you... they ideated about it more times than they'd admit. why did you have to interact with others in front of them?

the day you actually entered their shop was a day they'd never forget. they thought they were dreaming when you walked in, shivering from the cold of the night seeking warmth and food in their establishment for the first time. you'd started a new job, see, and your shift ended well after everything else had closed. you were forced to forgo dinner and you were starved. so rhodes' butchery was the only place nearby you could visit.

you were intimidated by them, admittedly. their hulking frame, blank expression, and rough voice combined with the blood and gore constantly clinging to their apron was enough to put anyone on edge. but they couldn't be that bad, right?

their rampant emotions were hidden behind the unwaveringly neutral expression they always held, and you were none the wiser to their thudding heart and the slight tremble in their hands as they took your order.

the exchange was simple enough — you ordered a sandwich and something warm to drink, they made it for you, and you'd sit in one of the few chairs scattering the deli's entrance to enjoy your food and try to wind down after your shift.

and just like that, a routine was established.

you got to know rhodes as you continued to visit their place of work. they weren't scary, just awkward! or so you told yourself. but they were so easy to talk to — albeit not the best conversationalist, they were a superb listener. they'd devote their full attention to you every time you spoke to them, not daring to breathe a word so they wouldn't interrupt your lovely voice. they'd learn everything they could about you during your conversations. how you were gradually getting used to your new job, how it was a good thing they were open so late, how you were grateful for their work... things that they'd replay in their mind over and over again when you left.

you never really thought much of it when rhodes began giving you food on the house, using various excuses from not wanting to have to reopen the register to having conveniently already made your favorite sandwich earlier that day for a canceled order. you were friends now! of course they'd want to do you favors.

you also never really thought of it when the coworker who you'd complained about to them a few times stopped coming to work, either. they made an enemy out of so many people at your job, maybe they got fired? it wasn't any of your business.

rhodes had no clue how they'd get closer to you just yet. but now that you were seeing them regularly, they didn't mind settling for making your life a bit easier.

in any way they could.

after all, no one was going to question a butcher for having bloodied clothes.

#🥩 rhodes williams #lovesick | ocs #mine | fics #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x oc #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x darling #nonbinary yandere #nb yandere #t4t yandere #yandere oc #trans yandere

[girlfailure-smut-hour]

"I'd Kill Them For You"

Kinktober Part 3 of 4: Yandere

Nsfw content MDNI

SERIOUS CWs PLEASE MAKE SURE TO CHECK THEM!!!

Characters: Yandere!Asmodeus X GN!Reader

CW: Yandere, Dubcon, Nipple play, Penetration (Receiving.) Asmo being creepy and onsessive. Reader's gender is not mentioned, ambiguous genitals. A little soft.

A/N: I need Asmo to be quite literally crazy about me. It can be kind of intense, so make sure to check the CW. Asmo is obsessed with MC and will do anything to keep them away from anyone who might want them. ~2000 Words

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You'd been spending an awful lot of time around Asmodeus lately. He seemed to be interested in you and you most certainly were interested in him. Of course, he was beautiful, but he was heart-meltingly sweet as well. The sheer number of times he'd complimented you had boosted your ego to meteoric heights and he was always sharing makeup and skincare products, or taking you shopping to buy your own. He treated you like a princess.

When he caught you in the hall and suggested a girls' night, it was anything but unexpected. Of course you accepted enthusiastically.

Now you're at his door and immediately after you knock, he answers, "Come in!"

Without hesitation, you open the door and walk into his extravagant room. As usual, the dim candlelight gives the room a soft, calming atmosphere, and the fragrances of his perfumes, candles, and flowers mix together in an unearthly delight.

"Darling," He says, getting up from the bed. "You look stunning! We're going to have so much fun tonight!" He rushes over to you and pulls you into a hug. He rests his face in your neck and takes a deep breath.

As you wrap your arms around him, you too bury your face in him. His silky pajamas feel so soft against your skin, you're kind of jealous that he's wearing them and not you.

"Come on," He says, "First is skin care."

The two of you take off to the bathroom and wash your faces. He hands you a face mask and you put it on while you gossip about his brothers. After you finish with the mask, he gives you all kinds of new products to try: eye creams, moisturizers, serums. You name it, Asmo has it.

When you're finished with skin care, he whisks you off to the room and sits you in front of his vanity, handing you a drink. "Time to do our hair next!" He exclaims.

You sip on your drink as he sits behind you. He takes his brush and starts to run it through your hair. His voice is so soothing as he buries you in compliments, and as nice as it feels you're starting to feel sleepy.

"You're so beautiful darling," He says softly, nearly in a whisper. "Ugh, I would kill to have hair like yours. And your complexion is just perfect. You probably don't even need product to stay so beautiful. How do you do it? I could just eat you up. You look delicious. I wouldn't mind taking a finger or two so we could be even closer."

Wait, what did he just say? You think, but your eyelids are growing heavy, and you don't even have the strength to keep them open, let alone speak. Is he just so soothing? No, it seems different. You're slipping away, but you weren't even tired yet.

Your blood runs cold realizing that something is wrong. You can only listen to his ramblings as he continues to brush your hair.

"And maybe you could eat a part of me. We could both be so close. I want to be in your insides. I want to be a part of you. It's not enough, nothing's enough, we have to be closer, we need to be one, we need to be inside."

Then darkness.

~~~~

When you wake up, you find yourself in familiar settings. Familiar, but somehow off. It looks like Asmo's room, but everything's in a different spot. The furniture is different too. Similar, but not quite identical.

You're laying on the bed, and Asmo is playing on his phone as he sits in an armchair near the bed. You try to sit up, but you can barely move. Something's not right. I have to get away, you think.

"Ah, no moving," Asmodeus says. "You're still going to be a little weak."

"Where am I? What happened?" You ask.

"This is a special, secret room," He says. "It looks a lot like mine, right? It's soundproof, so don't bother screaming."

"Why am I here?" You ask. "Why did you take me here?"

"I didn't want my brothers getting ahold of you," He shrugs.

"Your brothers?" You ask. "What do they have to do with anything?"

"I've seen the way they look at you," He says. "I can tell that they want you. I just can't have that. I want you all to myself."

"You can have me!" You exclaim. "I like you Asmo. I like you a lot."

"I'll kill them for you," He says sweetly. "If you'd like. I'll kill my brothers for you. I’d kill them just to see you smile."

"No! That's not what I want at all!"

"I've killed for you before," He says. "People who look at you the wrong way in public. I don't want anyone to look at you like that ever again."

Your heart is pounding. Is it true? Has he really killed someone before? "You don't have to do that," You try to explain as calmly as possible; even so, your voice cracking as it comes out in frantic desperation. "We can be together. We can be together and you don't have to kill anymore!"

"I'm sorry," He says, "but I can't let anyone else have you. If they threaten to get in the way I'll do what I have to."

 As your eyes adjust, you can see insane scrawlings written in lipstick all over the walls. “You will learn to love me,” One reads. “Don’t you trust me?” “You’re the only one, I have to have you.” “I will kill if it would just make you smile.”

He's insane. Has he always been this way? He was so good at hiding it.

This can't be happening, you think. It has to be a dream or something. But you know it's real. The soft, silky sheets beneath you, the soothing fragrances of the candles, the fearful pounding of your heart… you know this isn't a dream.

"Are you going to keep me here forever?" You ask.

Asmodeus smiles and says, "I don't know. I haven't thought that far yet."

"What do you want from me?"

"Love," He says. "Devotion."

"You have that!" You say.

"I need more." He begins to stand from his chair, looming tall over you. He appears as a dark silhouette, lit from behind by the dim candlelight.

"What are you doing?" You ask.

"I need you," He replies. He starts to giggle a little. "You don't know how bad I need you."

He begins to crawl onto the bed with you, his hair dangling cutely over you. "You want me too, right?" He asks.

You don't know how to respond. You thought you liked him, but did you even know him at all? Even as scary as he is right now, he's undeniably beautiful, and there's something about the way he needs and clings onto you that turns you on a little. For reasons you might not even be able to discern, you nod.

"I knew you would understand," He smiles.

He runs his hands over your arms and up to your wrists. He puts weight on them so that you can't move. You struggle a little, trying to pull free, but he's too strong, and you're still feeling weak.

He leans forward and meets your lips with his. You take a deep breath, pulling in his sweet scent. His lips are unbelievably plush, with silky, soft skin.

He slips his tongue tenderly between your parted lips. Unsurprisingly, he tastes sweet and irresistible. You can feel his breath hitching in manic excitement, almost as though he were nervous, but he seems so confident.

He pulls away and moans your name, saying, "You have no idea how badly I've wanted you."

He kisses you again before sitting up, and tugging on your top. You try to help him so he doesn't toss you around too much, but it's hard to sit up so he can pull it over your head.

He runs his face over your bare chest and lets out a shuddering sigh. "Oh you're more beautiful than I could have imagined," he says. He places a hand on your heart, and sets yours over his. "See? We're beating in unison. It was meant to be."

You gulp as he moves down to your legs and unbuttons your pants. You blush, turning away and shutting your eyes as he pulls them off. "No need to be shy, darling. You're everything I've ever wanted."

He leans back over you, stopping at your chest to feel your nipples. He envelops one with his mouth and twists the other with his hand. You let out a little whimper as his tongue flicks over your nipple repeatedly, flooding your system with a sweet tingling sensation.

He trades sides to the other, making sure neither nipple goes neglected. You can sense a growing impatience in him as his breath grows ragged and his movements get twitchy.

"Oh I need you now, darling," he moans. "I can't take it anymore." He kisses you again, holding one wrist as you hear the other messing with his pants. Before you know it, his cock is pressed up against you, rock hard and twitching.

"Are you ready, darling?" He asks. "I'm going to put it in"

You nod, blushing, as you feel his cock start to push into you. You shiver, feeling his length inside of you. This isn't how you expected things to go, but it still feels good. You can't deny how nice his cock feels inside of you.

"You feel amazing, darling," He moans in your ear as he sets his hands back on your wrists. You shudder, feeling his cock all the way inside you and you can't help but clench down on it as the base slides into you.

He starts to move, pulling out slowly, but thrusting back in fast. You gasp, arching your back slightly in pleasure. He starts to thrust faster in fluid sensual motions. He moves his body so elegantly, but with so much strength as well. He drives his cock into you with such a force that it pushes you back, nearly hitting your head on the headboard each time.

He’s moaning so sweetly as he feels your walls clamp down hard around his length. He can tell that you’re enjoying yourself by the way that you moan, and gyrate your hips to ensure that he gets as deep into you as he can. You’re moaning his name now with every thrust, your voice coming out more loudly than you anticipate.

Asmo’s voice is growing louder too, and with each thrust, it gets a little higher. “I’m going to cum,” he moans.

“Please Asmo,” You moan, “Give me your cum.”

He grinds his hips into you, making sure to get his cock as deep into you as possible. You gasp, shuddering as an orgasm washes over you. As you clamp down on him, his cock begins to throb inside of you, pumping you full of his sweet cum. You clasp his face between your hands, holding him in place as you feel the fullness of his cum.

When the convulsions subside, you let him go, and he slowly pulls out. The sensation of his cock sliding out of you as his cum begins to spill out of you sends more tingling pleasure through your body.

He collapses next to you in bed, and strokes your face gently with the back of his hand. Reality suddenly comes crashing back onto you as you remember that he’s kidnapped you, and is holding you against your will. Your heart rate starts to raise, before falling as you look over at his soft, adoring face. If it’s him, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…

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[yamikawaii]

sharing☆refusal

turning rbs off for now bc the pr*shippers got to it -_-

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[kanri-domo]

I have a few ideas to spew then, if you're ok with them — but they're all dottore related

imagine being infatuated with akademiya Zandik, watching him in class; staring at him as you fantasize about taking what should be yours, zoning out to the idea of pounding his hole untill he ends up liking it ❤️

either that, or, sth I think about a lot — cannibalizing omega build Dottore, for some reason.

Just.. auuh

Lmao I'm so sorry it took this long for me to answer >3> This somehow ended up more as a yandere piece more anything haha... I hope you like it

Characters: Il Dottore/Zandik, NB! Reader, can be read as either/or

Warnings: Yandere! Reader, Parasocial Relationship

He’s too pretty for his own good.

It’s an ugly thought, but it’s one you have quite often. With his smooth pale skin, soft blue hair, and cold red eyes, it’s pretty much agreed throughout the students of the Akademiya that despite his personality, Zandik was extremely attractive. You think it’s cute though, the way he obsesses over ruin guards like you obsess over him.

You don’t see him often, being in a different Darshan and all, but you fantasize about him enough that it doesn’t take long before you actively seek him out. You watch him in the library, hiding yourself between the bookshelves and pretending to be browsing; you watch him the hallways between the dorms, acting as if it were coincidence for you to leave the dorms at the same time; you watch him during the few times you two share classes, letting the professor’s words drown into nothingness as your brain only had thoughts for him; you watch, and you watch, and you watch. You’re lucky that Zandik seemed more interested in his research than he is in the people around him.

Your imagination is just as obsessive as you are – your dreams are filled with of bending him over, fucking him senseless in the library, muffling Zandik’s moans and whimpers with whatever you have on hand, lest you two get caught. You daydream of stuffing him full of toys and locking him with a chastity belt, ass full and horny, but unable to relieve himself as he goes about his day. Your thoughts fill with pounding him over the desks in the classroom, fucking him until he cums over and over again until he’s shaking from the oversensitivity, letting the fluids spill everywhere, as if animals marking their territory.

He probably wouldn’t be willing at first, you sometimes muse, but he was made for you, you delude yourself. If only Zandik wasn’t so into his research, you think, he’d realize that you’d would be perfect together, that you could satisfy whatever urges that he’d have and more. Not those pests that flocked towards him, all blood-sucking fleas that were only attracted to his looks, all thinking they could change him for the better.

Every time one of his fans flirted with him, you imagined punishing him for cheating on you. You imagined tying him up to a chair, stark naked. You’d pinch him nipples until they turned red and hard, and his cock was stiff and dripping with need. He’d be blindfolded and gagged, but you’d hear his whimpers and moans all the same, muffled noises of begging reluctantly being dragged out of him and tears soaking into the blindfold. You’d play with him for as long as you can, licking his balls and dragging your tongue to the tip of his cock, teasing and slow. You’d taste the tip of his cock, precum dripping out as if it were crying as well, before ignoring it entirely, abandoning it in favor of his hole. You dream of roughly fingering him for his imagined cheating, making sure to hit his prostate with each thrust, but stopping right before he cums. You’d wait a bit, letting Zandik’s muffled begging wash you over, before you start again, and repeating the process over and over again until Zandik was mush against the chair, too fucked out and needy to form coherent thoughts.

Zandik was yours, even if he didn’t know it yet. You’d make sure of it. It didn’t matter that you’d only exchanged words with him a couple of times. It didn’t matter that he probably didn’t know your name. It didn’t even matter that Zandik very likely didn’t even know you existed. You loved him for who he was, and you were the only one who could ever love him so much. Even if Zandik rejected you at first, it was because he was shy. You were the only one for him, and even if you had to work hard to make sure he knew it, Zandik would eventually love you back.

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[antiromanticbaby]

Trapped - Yandere! Solomon

Yandere!Solomon x GN!reader

[✧] ー inspired by this post/chat. Includes hints to my own lores, comment if you were interested <3.

Summary: Solomon decided that shrinking you and keeping you in a world of make belief isn't that bad of an idea. Similar to: Pink Paradise - Asmodeus contains: possessive and overprotective Solomon. Mc/you are not present, just solomon rambles. You can listen to: le monde - richard carter? Not proof read

YOU were such a temptation.

And Solomon had to tame you before you tamed him. He wasn't going to allow the past repeat itself. To have you, his throne, ripped away from him? No, he wowould never allow it. He was fool onced, he wouldn't be fooled twice. Those crooked smile and bright eyes with sin filling them up with light. There used to be a time where those full of light eyes fooled him too, but those days had come to an end.

He was a sheep whom had survived these demons, and was a sheep, after surviving thede demons, truly a sheep? The answer is obvious.

Solomon, the well known sorcerer, wise and witty. He used to be young too, but now he is no more a fool. Back then he was set on exploring the world as the fool, and now he was the wise sorcerer. Yet you were still the fool, the sheep. And these demons wanted you, because you were a pure sheep who would never get the chance to understand these worlds due to your mortality. Oh what a chain mortality was, not allowing you to fully grasp your life. But he would do something for that, before these demons decided it was the end.

You were so painfully oblivious, always choosing them over him. He was sick of it. Solomon was sick of you choosing demons over him, the human, your human. You weren't there thousands and thousands of years ago, when demons roamed the human world freely, when he was still a pure child hidden in the basement. And those oh so pure eyes of his, observing everything from his place in the basement... he didn’t want to be petty, but could anyone blame him? After everything he saw and experienced? You only saw Devildom, and that was also when lord Diavolo is the de facto king. Where were you when His Majesty Baphomet ruled? His Highness Baal? And way before that?

You only saw the mask these demons, these wolves wore. You poor little lamb, he had to protect you all the time didn't he? He had to keep protecting you, or else you'd run back into the arms of those 'sweet' little demons of yours again and again. They would take and take and take, until you were no more. And only then will you run back to him. It was truly unfair, because you didn't even acknowledge it.

It's alright. He would protect you, he had to protect you.

Hence why you were here now. This Trarium suitted your taste perfectly, you'd love it. Sending a text to you about it as a joke was prefectly fine, because you wouldn't suspect that he would actually do it. Shrink you? You wouldn't believe it. He was always a man of jokes, this would be no different for you. But for him, it was like hearing 'yes' to wedding proposal. Now that he thought about it, he would shrink a ring and put it there too. You would have all the time in the world to explore and find that ring.

He smiled as he read over your texts, sending one real quick. He was waiting for you at home eagerly. First he would analyze your reaction to the Trarium, and then he will bring up his 'joke' again. It didn't matter what you said though, he had already prepared everything. Your death was ready to be faked, and your existence was already wiped from the mind of all your human friends and family. He hoped you would give him consent, because he would hate to force you. Still, if you didn't give him consent, he would do it.

This was for your own good.

Your destiny was his, you two were made for each other. You just had to realize it the hard way.

Oh how romantic it would be for the two of you to take loving walks in this world where he was the god again, where he could be the king again. And the demon brothers, the prince or his steward wouldn't be there to whisk you away.

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