#yandere nuns

[yandere-sins]

Do you know which concept I‘m going feral over again at the moment?

Yandere!Priests

[Warning: Yandere + Violent & Lewd content]

It‘s really just about the absolute depravity of these priests.

A priest who‘s knuckles turn white as they grip the altar so hard to not just jump his darling on the spot while they are in the middle of a sermon. But their darling is sitting in the front row and they can smell their perfume and it‘s driving them absolutely insane and their cock so hard that they can‘t concentrate on their speech to the point they have to cut the service short. Everyone is so concerned about them but when their darling steps up to ask if they are okay or need something, they almost orgasm in front of everyone. (They‘ll make sure that their darling is the only person to take care of them, that‘s for sure. And while the priest is at it, they can invade their darling‘s home and life to the point of no return.)

Or confessional boothes where their darling is spilling all their worries and heartache, which is not only ideal for the priest to know to manipulate them later, but also because they can't help jerking off pitifully to their darling's voice. Imagining them on their knees sucking them off like the little devil his darling must be to turn the priest away from god. Yet the priest will be panting and gasping for air by the time they absolve their darling from the 'sins' they comitted, the priest hoping they'll be back soon with more.

A cult priestess who notices one of the followers turning away from the cult and it happens to very their darling. So they start sacrificing all their darling‘s friend and family, making them the outcast. Making sure they feel so threatened and scared that the moment the priest opens their arm for them, they run and confess all their sins. They are an outcast that the priest can take back under their wing, reform back to their faith and at the same time manipulate and gaslight them to the point that they won‘t want to leave the priests side anymore, which gives room for them to demand the ultimate sacrifice of the darling—their whole being.

A very beloved priest and their caretaker!darling. Priest is the chosen of god but they‘ll refuse to do anything they are supposed to if their darling isn‘t in reach for them at all times. Darling who was forced into this role but is now pressured into doing everything for the priest so the latter may provide the village with divine guidance. Darling that wants to escape but is dragged back and beaten into compliance. And a priest who basks in the glory of getting away with all the lewd and terrible things he does to them with no one to help the darling.

But it goes to other religious figures as well!

Angels that begin to fall from grace without realizing it because they start to simp for their darling and they really shouldn‘t. But the darling looks so cute and the angel loves it when you laugh. They're really trying not to favor them with divine intervention whenever their darling is having a bad day, but seeing their frown turn into a smile when they see a rainbow or pet a stray cat that thee angel led to them, they just can't help themselves from making their darling's life a little easier. That is, until the darling starts to truly commit sins (like fall in love with someone that is not the angel), and they have to do worse things (like watch over them as the darling undresses or masturbates) and they don't even realize just how much they are losing their angelic-ness, because the angel suddenly longs to be more than just a silent observer.

Nuns/Monks that are taking care of a lost sheep on their priests demands and start to forget about all their vows and duties, wanting to only be with them and stalking them around the grounds. Sneaking into their rooms to frolick in their darling's sheets and lick their spoon after dinner, their nethers tingling with lust as more and more depraved thoughts come into mind. Them sitting next to their darling at the sermon, their knees touching and the yan unable to keep themselves from panting and salivating over their darling, developing a desire to deprave them in the same way as the darling has the yan.

Anyway, I'm super normal about it but,

#yandere priestess #yandere angels #yandere priests #yandere nuns #yandere monks #yandere-talk #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[yandere-writer-momo]

Story idea: A flirtatious nun that constantly harasses the poor priest

#nun x priest #yandere priest #priest x demon

[ozzgin]

I was pondering on what horrors to write for Halloween and when I remembered how many times I’d hoped for Valak content…I ran and whipped out my Grimoire and started typing in delirious inspiration.

Yandere! Valak x Reader

Featuring the Infernal President and a blissfully unaware reader backpacking through Romania. Warning: NSFW, blasphemy, non-consent

[Horror Masterlist]

“Mommy told me something

A little kid should know

It’s all about the Devil

And I’ve learned to hate him so

She said he causes trouble

When you let him in the room

He will never ever leave you

If your heart is filled with gloom”

"Now, you can't really say you've visited Romania until you see at least one monastery! Most Romanians are very religious, so churches and monasteries are popular attractions for tourists and locals alike." The tour guide is awfully enthusiastic for a cloudy Sunday morning. You nod politely and follow the group, although you can already feel yourself become distracted.

You're mostly interested in the old castles and bucolic hiking trails that Transylvania has to offer. Religious places...not so much. Alas, it's part of the experience. You check the flyer containing today's travel plans and google the location mentioned by the guide. Cârța Monastery. Seems to have some ruins included, and you'll be right on time for the Sunday chorus service, huh. Maybe that's why they picked today for a visit. 

You hurry along the cobblestone path until the first traces of a building come into view. Somehow you can't shake the feeling that something is off. You scan over the visible windows, wondering if someone is watching from above. Nothing. Once you lower your gaze again, you notice the tour guide vigorously waving his arm and encouraging you to enter the church with everyone else. You were at the very front of the group, so how long did you stare at walls? You flash an apologetic smile and rush inside. The wooden door closes with a grating creak and you fumble to the first available seat. There's a few coughs and shuffles and eventually the Liturgy begins. Your eyes wander until they find a clear window, so you entertain yourself with the sights outside. It's not like you understand the words of whatever is currently happening, and you're not religious to begin with. 

"How long is this going to take?" you groan internally and switch your focus to your hands, intertwined and resting in your lap. The monotonous chants cause your eyelids to feel heavy and they gradually lower themselves until all you see is black. It's okay, you're not sleeping. It's just a short nap, until...huh...the voices of the singing men diffuse as if distorted by distance and now everything is quiet. 

"Took you long enough." 

You jolt awake. You turn your head to check if whoever is sitting next to you has just spoken, but the room is suddenly empty. You jump from your seat and the thud of your feet hitting the stone floor creates a cavernous echo that sends a shiver down your spine. Ah, could it be that you're dreaming? The candles of the chandelier flicker, as if startled by a breeze, and abruptly go out. 

"I don't like waiting. Especially for mere humans like you."

The same voice as before reverberates through the chamber. It's deep and jarring, sounding almost unnatural. You don't like it. You tilt your head, afraid to find the source of speech but too curious nonetheless. It's a person dressed like a nun. For a brief second you relax your shoulders, assuming it's one of the people living here. But after one step ahead the figure becomes vaguely illuminated, and you can discern the features bearing on this creature's face. Blood drains from your face and you can feel the bile pooling at the back of your throat. A blasphemous deformity, oozing with blight and evil. From within the hollow, dark sockets, two yellow orbs glisten with raw malice. You realize you've held your breath until now as your lungs contract in a pitiful attempt to pump more oxygen. The movement brings back your senses and your flight instincts kick in. You immediately sprint for the door and use your elbow to slam it open, nearly collapsing to the ground. Your eyes squint under the flash of bright light. 

As you pant for air you notice you're back outside. There's people taking photos and talking cheerfully, and inside the church your group seems to have gathered before the iconostasis, listening attentively to a hearty discourse from your guide. The liturgy ended. What on Earth did you just witness? Before you can ponder the event, you feel a tug at your sleeve. It's an old lady, short and comically hunched. She's dressed all in black, with a head covering that hides most of her face, though you can still see the deep wrinkles that cross her features. 

"Oh? Sorry, I don't speak-"

"L-am văzut și eu. Diavolul, maică. Aici nu mai e demult casa Domnului. Pleacă cât mai poți, am să mă rog pentru tine." 

Her voice is shaky and she seems in distress. She strokes your arm once before limping away hastily. You blink and spend a moment trying to collect your thoughts. There's no one else nearby to ask for a translation, so you can only hope she finds help somewhere else. You return to the group and hope you won't have to deal with any other adventures. 

"This is the annex. You can still see some details in the arches." Your guide points around the pillars and mossy brick patches. You take out your phone for some photos and your arms tremble slightly. 

"It's suddenly very cold here, don't you think so?" you remark to your neighbor. 

"Really? I'm quite literally sweating right now" they respond, baffled.

"It's a shaded area, that's probably why."

"Or you're just that excited to see me again."

Your eyes widen. It's the voice. You blink, and you find yourself in the empty church once more. No, no, no, this isn't happening. No. You're dreaming. This is an absurdity. Some hallucination of sorts. You try the door handle, except this time it's locked. 

"It's not often I become interested in a mortal. In fact, this is the only time."

The nun is sitting on a bench, hands together in a praying motion. There's a mocking grin on its face. 

"Maddening, truly. Deplorable, disgraceful, outrageous. Humiliation would await me if they suspected my intentions with a perishable being like you."

"Who the hell are you?" you interrupt the erratic monologue. The nun stands up and locks eyes with you, instantly making you nauseous. 

"The Sixty-second Spirit, President Mighty and Great. His Office is to give True Answers of Hidden Treasures, and to tell where Serpents may be seen. The which he will bring unto the Exorciser without any Force or Strength being by him employed. He governeth 38 Legions of Spirits."

"What?"

"Valac." the creature extends a hand, as if expecting a handshake. "At least that's how they introduce me in the Lesser Key of Solomon." The fingers spread out and you feel a gravitational force pull you closer. It chuckles.

The cold fingers sink into your back and feel like claws digging your flesh. You let out a scream of protest and try to push away without success. It hurts. The touch burns your skin and spreads out like a wicked plague. What would this fiend even want from you? You search your mind for potential meanings and explanations. Truth be told, however, you're not well-versed in theological fantasies. 

"You can't just possess someone's body. I won't accept it. You don't have my permission."

The creature erupts in hysterical laughter and you feel your knees weaken at the sharp, grotesque teeth that creep their way out. Everything about it is vile, scandalous. Unholy.

"If you want to call it like that...Then sure. But for this kind of possession I don't need your input, I'm afraid."

Your limp body is picked up and sloppily thrown over the altar table. The impact of the hard surface against your stomach causes you to gasp. You try to turn your head and look behind, but the large, clawed hand locks around your neck and keeps you in place. You can only glance ahead. You can sense your garments being ripped apart with one swift move and shudder at the unexpected contact with the cold air on your bare body. The creature's other hand slides over your forms before stopping on your bottom, adjusting it. The realization sinks in and you begin to panic. Is this the time to say a prayer? You don't know any. 

"Our Father..." you mumble, trying to remember the continuation. 

"Go on. I'm sure He'd love to hear from you while you're being fucked on His altar. Send Him my regards."

He forces your hips upwards, exposing your intimacy. Without any further delay he thrusts his member in, painfully stretching your entrance around it. Tears well up in your eyes at the sudden discomfort. The iconostasis in front of you blurs and sways with each violent plunge into your frail body. 

"Oh, God" you sob.

"God ends here."

#the nun #the nun 2 #the conjuring #valak #valac #valak x reader #valak smut #the nun smut #yandere #yandere x reader #demon x reader #ars goetia

[kocherry]

❅ ~ Hellfire ~ ❅

Yandere Capitano x Nun!Reader

Hello everyone this is a songfic base on the song “Hellfire” from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. The yandere aspect is what makes this fic different version from the original Nun!Reader fics ♡

I hope you guys enjoy this cuz I really went down the drain for the Capitano Agenda mainly because of how @jessamine-rose writes Capitano and it inspired me to do a yandere fic about him as well sksksksksk

Sypnosis: Capitano sees himself above the trivial feelings of love and lust. He sings a prayer to the Tsaritsa because of his revolting desire to make you his and his alone. However, the temptation of having you in his arms is quite hard to resist.

Content: Songfic, Yandere Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Religious Sacrilege, Kidnapping, Power Imbalance, Perverse Thoughts, Destructive Acts

< 2.2k words under the cut >

Oh, Archon of mine, you know I am not a righteous man

Of my virtue I am justly your proud soldier

Dear Tsarista, you know I'm so much dignified

But why do I have such a despicable desire for a pure soul

Please tell me Tsaritsa, why do I see her dancing there?

Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul?

In the dark night that the fake sky showed, the nation of Mondstadt sleeps quietly along with its visitors from a foreign land. The Fatui soldiers were all asleep and only Capitano remains awake in a place where he stayed in the City of Freedom. He remains to be restless as he stares at the burning hearth while gripping onto his sword’s handle tightly.

The Captain continues to sing a prayer of song to the Cryo Archon, he couldn’t close his eyes and sleep knowing he had much more to fulfill than his mission.

On the day he met you, he couldn’t forget how you stood up against him and demanded for a duel to save those wretched Knights of Favonius from his wrath. Despite being covered by the church’s garments, your body moves swiftly to dodge his attacks. Your face is bear for him to see and he could see your eyes glaring at him… he felt attracted to them and he hated himself for it.

He especially hates the pyro vision that hangs above your bosom. It kept him awake as he could recall how you glow like fire.

A fire that continues to haunt his mind, heart, and soul.

I feel her, I see her

The sun caught in her hair

Is blazing in me out of all control

Capitano whimpers this part of the song as he crosses his arms and held his shaking shoulders with the most hurtful grip. His armored sharp fingers pierced through the armor and scrapes his skin as he continues to stare at the heart which had the fire shape into your figure. And behind the dark void of his helmet, his dark blue eyes stares at you with longing to hold you and yet his gaze also craves to thrust his cock deep within your tight walls.

The way his thoughts spiral between the threads of loving and lusting for you made Capitano shiver once again. How he hate the way he feels because such perverted scenarios he played inside his mind deprecates how he sees himself. As the matter of fact, he began to think on why not let such desires come true?

And maybe it was time for him to finally rest for the night, Capitano knew it was enough prayers to the Tsaritsa as it was undignified of him to let out those words come out. He puts out the fire in the hearth by piercing his sword through the burning wood, he feels frustrated about tonight’s prayers.

After all it was your fault that he feels this way.

Like fire, Hellfire

This fire in my skin

This burning desire

Is turning me to sin

“Capitano, where do you think you’re going?”

The said man stopped in his tracks, he certainly didn’t expect to see you first thing in the morning and he quietly continues his song of prayer inside his mind. Then he turns to see you still covered as the Church of Favonius’ garments, and he wonders how you would look without them.

“Do you wish to accompany me if you are asking such questions?” He asks with a hopeful tone.

The way your eyes flicker in surprise but also has the glint of letting your guard down being deceive by how soft his deep voice had become. “Well, someone has to keep an eye over you Lord Harbinger, what if you harm Mondstadt’s citizens again?” You folded your arms shaping your breasts into the white garment you wear and the pyro vision waves slightly from the action.

By the Archon of Love’s mercy, Capitano is cursed with the bountiful visual he just saw and also blessed that his helmet covered his gaze.

“Very well you may accompany me Sister (Y/N).”

Your name rolls out of his voice as if he’s been practicing saying your name perfectly and he wonders when he could call you without the Nun title.

It's not my fault, I'm not to blame

It is the nun who wields her bow who sent this flame

It's not my fault, if in my Archon's plan

She made the devil so much stronger than a man!

Capitano hoarsely sings the prayer as he falls into his knees holding the sides of his helmet he couldn’t believe what just happened.

You two were just spending another day deep in the ice-cold mountains of Dragonspine to battle the Snowboar King. When victory came due to the tag team you two made, you suddenly hugged him out of the blue out of happiness. Your long wish to venture the mountains and fulfilled your inner child’s ambition to defeat the monster has been done because of the Captain’s help.

That was also the very first time that Capitano saw you smiling and laughing, those images will forever bury inside his mind. Unless he takes you for himself then perhaps every day, he could see you with such happy expressions that he stirs up.

When it was night and the time for you to part ways with him, you express gratitude for letting you fulfill a long wish as a child. You always had been a caged little dove by your family and you told Capitano of your prison despite being a Sister in the Church of Favoinus.

Little did you know that Capitano only wishes for you transfer from your family’s prison to his own.

And when you kissed the side of his helmet that was the last straw as it provokes Capitano’s darkest thoughts in desiring you. He slowly composes himself as he stands up from the ground, he grips the handle of his sword as he slams the door open. The heavy footsteps could be heard in the quiet night but none could ever wake up from this dangerous aura because the Fatui Harbinger only wishes harm to one person in this nation.

Capitano will have you and damn your Archon’s absence because he cannot protect you from him anymore.

Protect me, Tsaritsa

Don't let the nun cast her pyro vision’s spell

Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone

Destroy (Y/N)

And let her taste the fires of hell

Or else let her be mine and mine alone

Capitano’s prayer is full of hypocrisy once again, because it was too late, the Cryo Archon couldn’t erase his feelings. You were to blamed for whatever will happen to you from now on as he continues to take another step towards the place where you sleep. The dark void in his helmet begin to light up as his dark blue eyes glow under the dark night of the fake sky.

And when you woke up, the sun isn’t the one who greeted you.

“Let me go this instant! I don’t wish to harm you… you’re the only friend that I truly had please don’t make me hate you Capitano.”

Your voice is filled with betrayal and fear, yet despite feeling those emotions you still linger to a thread of hope that Capitano will let you go. He admires how that even in this situation you would try to see the goodness in him. A goodness that never existed in the first place anyway, for what does that trait could even contribute to his duties as a Fatui Harbinger?

“Didn’t you wish to be free of your family? Didn’t you desire to get away from Mondstadt because you never felt its freedom? And didn’t you say that you want to be with me?”

Capitano had a tight grip on your arm which made you whimper, if this was a different situation, you would have said yes. The only time you ever feel yourself is when you’re with him but… why does it feel like you were just transferring from one prison to the next. You didn’t understand why Capitano suddenly began to change… or maybe this was always how he felt about you.

The vision that hanged below your neck began to glow, “I’ll never be yours.” You told him as your bow materializes in your hand to fight for your freedom.

And the Captain thinks about how cute you would look utterly defeated under him when you would soon realize that you never had any power to win against him.

Hellfire, Darkfire

Now (Y/N), it's your turn

Choose me or your pyre

Be mine or you will burn

Capitano’s prayer turned its direction towards you.

Blood dripped down from your forehead and cheek, they were cut by the blades of the First of the Fatui Harbingers, the Captain. The duel didn’t last longer than you had anticipated despite having a pyro vision, you could not last against Capitano’s honed skills as a fighter. Though defeated you still push yourself up from the grass field even if you were still kneeling on the ground. You look up to his helmet and found the twisted love in the dark abyss of his mask.

The tip of the Captain’s sword lifted your chin up gently.

“Do you yield?”

The situation is a déjà vu from your first duel with him but there is no honor in this fight, not when Capitano fought to utterly humiliate and incapacitate you. Like before, you never gave a verbal answer and turned the tides against him but now. How could you ever fight back when your pyro vision is out of your reach? It was on his hand threatening to destroy it.

“Please don’t.” You were helpless against him, no one would ever come to your help because he chose a place in Mondstadt where people would avoid going into. “That’s the only beautiful thing that ever happened to me in all my life… please don’t take my vision away.”

With your pride already stepped on, the only thing you could do is beg for his mercy but Capitano is confused why you would beg. The only answer he wants to come out of your mouth is that you would accept to be his and his alone.

Oh, Anemo Archon save her from me

Oh, Cryo Archon have mercy on me

But she will be mine

Or she will burn

Capitano notice how you were confused by his sudden prayer song when you didn’t give him an answer. He wants someone to save you from his monstrosity and yet if you would not love him, you will suffer. And despite having defeated you in a fight, his heart ache when you started to cry about his threats to destroy your vision. You were gripping onto his cape tightly as you continue to beg for him to give your pyro vision back.

He kneels down to your form and place his armored hand over your damp cheek, he slowly wipes your tears away. “Forgive me Sister (Y/N), I am a sinner in the eyes of my god but I would not regret the time we had spent together. I may be a monster in your eyes but in my own, I only see a man who desires your love.” Before you could even oppose he gently lifted up your chin and pressed his thumb against your lips. He wants forget how you made him feel because you would be happier without him but alas...

Capitano will never forget and now he wants to know if your lips would have a sweet taste.

Despite the hypocrisy of his actions and words, he is deceivingly comforting you because no one could get you out of this situation other than Capitano himself.

“I will forcibly take you back with me.” His tone turned dark and the ounce of fear you felt tripled.

“And I will never forgive myself because I will never give you a choice. You sought for freedom but I can never give that to you. So I will only propose to you only this once.” Capitano gently lay you to sit on the ground so it will be him to be the one kneeling now with one knee on the scorched grass field.

He then pierces his sword to the ground, he holds out his hand asking you to hold him, you took it of course out of fear. When you did hold his large armored hand, he was trembling despite the fact you could see how utterly composed he is for someone who had put you in this situation.

“Come with me, I wish not to dishonor your virtue by having only to defeat you in a duel.”

Never had you hear him so soft and gentle yet his tone full of desperation and his words were horrifying.

“Marry me (Y/N), and I promise you will not be caged like a bird. I will let you fly on the condition you will have me at your side at all times.”

Tears had fell from your eyes because you knew that your choice will be the one that will give Capitano the satisfaction of his proposal that is more-like a demand. “My answer is yes… I will marry you…” You didn’t voice out that you were just afraid to reject him.

And with your acceptance Capitano thanks the Cryo Archon for his answered prayer but most of all he dedictated his final ode to you.

Like fire, Hellfire, Darkfire… (Y/N) you are mine and mine alone.

~ End

A/N: Also if you guys haven't read the Nun!Reader series, some of the scenes there are parallel to the events that happened there :>

#capitano #il capitano #capitano x reader #il capitano x reader #capitano x nun!reader #yandere capitano #yandere capitano x reader #yandere fatui harbingers #fatui harbingers #fatui harbinger x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #the capitano agenda #fem reader

[krislgfox]

Well...I guess you can call me au generator :_]

I'll also paint it, my hand is going to die I guess :_]

(Is it spoiler for how Royalty au CatNap looks like??)

((Also in Berries au, CatNap is blackberry. And in Chancellery au, he's spray paint))

(((I'm sure I messed up at cooky run kingdom and fnf styles okay? :_])))

Part 1 - you're here :]

Part 2

#smiling critters poppy playtime #smiling critters #smiling critters au #catnap #other cartoon au #royalty au #yandere au #idol au #apocalypse au #human au #ghost au #fake nun au #nice monster au #doki doki au #kid au #swap!royalty au #swap!yandere au #fnaf au #biker au #chancery au #siren au #demons&angels au #undertale au #vegetables au #berries au #cookie run kingdom au #fnf au #fruit au #swap species au #my au

[hengaii]

CW ⚠️BLOOD Priest diluc x nun lumine

Linktree

#genshin dulic #genshin dilumi #genshin lumine #diluc x lumine #diluc x traveler #diluc x reader #diluc fanart #tw g0r3 #diluc ragnvindr #master diluc #priest diluc #nun lumine #genshin memes #genshin kaeya #genshin childe #genshin zhongli #dark content #soft gore #gorecore #male yandere

[loveundrwrld]

headcanons with some of my yan OCs with a reader who is afraid of heights

(cw: kidnapping, unhealthy relationships, stalking mentioned)

also re: the nuns part... do not try at home, lol.

yandere femboy

- he found out from one of your "dates" together (aka, him dragging you wherever he wants you to go.)

- he comes up to you when you're about to go to lunch, dragging you off somewhere, whining to you that you two haven't been spending more time together lately.

- you panic a bit as he goes further up a staircase of a school building, becoming nervous that he might be planning on bringing you to the roof.

- unfortunately for you, he is.

- when you're up there, he makes a 'ta-da!' gesture, showing you a picnic basket and a blanket. he planned this date for you, isn't he being nice?

- you sit down, trying to calm down and enjoy the food in front of you. you try to hide your nervousness but your eyes still dart around, nervously, and you're very careful to not walk anywhere near the edges.

- he grins a bit, picking this fear from how you're acting. he would have never guessed- he just wanted somewhere quiet, honestly, but this is a bonus, for him. you're so funny sometimes. it's so cute watching you squirm around like this.

- if you're too distracted by your fear to engage in conversation, though, he doesn't really like that. he did get you up here so you can pay attention to him- so, he comes up with a solution. he starts to cry and pretend he's the one who is super scared of how high up you two are instead, whining to you about it to get you to hug him and comfort him.

- which you do- and it actually does work as a good distraction from your fear.

yandere nun

- most likely, she finds this out from kidnapping you. you don't go on particularly high floors in your daily life, so this isn't something she could pick up from stalking you.

- she's trying to put you away to a place where people can't find you- which is inherently tricky when you live with a lot of people. so she ties you up, gags you, and keeps you in a locked car on the rooftop of a car park.

- it's not an ideal location- even in the winter, the sun can shine down through the windows and overheat you a bit. but, there isn't many places she can think of that nobody would see you.

- she only plans to keep you there for a little bit anyways until she comes up with a more secure place for you to go.

- after some time she comes back to move you to a more permanent location, coming back quickly to make sure you didn't get discovered.

- when she comes back, she notices you're shaking...

- she thinks at first you're claustrophobic, and opens the door to get you to walk out of the car on the roof, expecting you to calm down some more. unfortunately, your trembling seems to only get worse.

- she feels bad, not having expected you to be in this kind of state. she thought of you as some sort of powerful person, some sort of dark force compelling her- the thought of you having fears of your own had never even occurred to her.

- she also feels guilty since... another side of her thinks it's very nice, to see this side of you. she likes it when you seem less perfect and more vulnerable... it makes her feel like she can get you to depend on her, to cling to her.

- once she has you down on a lower floor, she apologizes for scaring you and takes out your gag so you can respond, expecting you to ask her to hug you to make you feel better or something similar.

- instead, you likely ask to be let go, which disappoints her. she just sighs and shakes her head.

#yandere nun #yandere femboy #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere x gender neutral reader #sorry for my abscence!! i will try to get onto a better posting schedule in the future

[yandereunsolved]

Hello!

So I had this idea for a yandare oneshot about Kit Walker from AHS Asylum and I was wondering if I could maybe request it to you... It goes like this:

A yandere female nun who is secretly obsessed with Kit while he's an inmate in Briarcliff, so one day she goes to the extreme and assaults him while he is in bed or something

I would really appreciate it if you could shape this idea into a oneshot xxx

God's Design - ,, yandere fem. reader nun × kit walker

tw(s): yandere themes, physical assault, suggestive themes, toxic religious ideals, dubcon kissing, semi-graphic gore word count: 2.5k a/n: thank you, anon! Hope I fulfilled your request correctly. :)

The halls of Briarcliff almost near cease their cacophonous noises: patients screaming at the top of their lungs, the pipes straining from being overused, the sound of the orderlies correcting someone, and the loudest of them all was the noise of God. That nagging feeling in the back of your head whenever a sinful thought came to mind. How tempting the devil had made those thoughts to your malleable mind. One moment you were praying with your rosary, and the next your hand was slipping down towards your frilly-laced underwear. 

It was an unspoken rule to never adorn anything provocative, nothing possibly pleasing to the eye. It was a rule that every nun held sacred. Not allowing men's eyes to stray was the woman's job. Those were the rules set within the pages of the holy book.

Despite that, all you wanted to do was make his eyes stray. From the first time you saw him, you could feel your determination crumble. That holiness within you began to shrivel up like a prune. You began wearing lingerie under your uniform, teasing yourself at night. You began fantasizing about what a night with him would look like. You had never been with a man before. You had promised that you would wait until marriage.

They call him Bloody Face, but he didn't have the eyes of a killer. No, his hazel irises encapsulated much more of a lamb to the slaughter, a spooked doe in the field of life. Those eyes have called to you since you first glanced at them. They were drawing you in like a sailor at sea. Only the sea you have yet to sail is one of the most forbidden ones—the seven sinful seas. All you yearn to do is explore lust, dip your toes into its waters, and relinquish control of your sails to allow the winds of sensuality to guide you. 

You sneaked peeks at him in-between your normal shift. You tried your hardest to suppress these bubbling desires. Every time you popped one another, a few would float to the surface. It was like a never-ending cycle of torture. Each peek and small exchange left you wanting more of him. You wanted to devour him entirely, to wholeheartedly feel him in ecstasy. You wanted to see those tears and puppy-like expressions directed at you. You didn't. You still don't want any of the other nuns near him. 

You sat at the foot of your bed for many hours that fateful night. You re-read many biblical passages to set yourself right. Losing yourself in your bodily flesh would be a great sin, wouldn't it? Your mind brimming with these detestable daydreams only led you to seek further counsel. You prayed to the highest angels and saints and to the great God himself for guidance on what was to become of you.

'1st Corinthians 6:18— Flee immorality. Every other sin that a man commits is outside the body, but the immoral man sins against his own body.'

You repeated it quietly, with your hands ardently colliding together. The other night, there had just been a slip in your judgment. You hadn't meant to walk past his cell and feel your body grow hotter. You hadn't meant to skip your nightly devotional in favor of more covetous inclinations. You hadn't meant to slip on that white, satiny baby doll and admire yourself in it. You hadn't meant to almost break into his room and show yourself to him like a needy whore.

How vile! You recoil from your bedside at your own enervated nature and decrepit mind. The devil is tempting you and your womanly nature. You took a vow—an oath. You have to wait until your marriage. You have to wait for your man. 

He killed women after all. He is not a man of God. He is a man of pure sin. He is a man of cruelty and evil. He could be the devil himself, trying to tempt you into impurity. Yet you wanted to allow him in.

'1st Thessolonians 4:3— For this is the will of God, your sanctification; that is, that you abstain from sexual immorality.'

You read again. Your eyes are blurred as heavy droplets of your own suppressed sexuality bleed onto the pages filled with divinity. You were slipping. Are you losing your devotion to God? Are you losing your devotion to the cause of saving these twisted souls?

No, you assure yourself. This must be God's calling for you. He's telling you that Kit is innocent. He's compelling you to marry this man. He's urging you to find sanctity within his arms. God knows he is your future husband. That's why you feel this way! It has to be. 

In the next few weeks, you will begin to add Kit to your normal schedule. You assure the other sisters that you want to take on the challenge of caring for such a dangerous man. Sister Mary Eunice keeps giving you weird side glances and avoiding you, but you don't quite care. Her overall attitude has changed towards Briarcliff, but so has yours. You've found your purpose now. 

Every interaction with him fuels your desire to be his wife. You flirt with him subtly. When he gives you that curious expression you brush it off with a certain amount of charm and naive innocence. Your attempts at courting him are clumsy at best. Yet, it seems to be working well enough.  

You keep him away from Grace forever. They had been growing too close. They had been through too much. You planted fake evidence in her room so that she would get punished. You whispered rumors around her and sowed distrust in their once-inseparable bond. You make her life a hell of your own making. One even worse than the walls inside Briarcliff had given her. 

You saw the wedge growing in their relationship because of you. You planted yourself in her place, like a sprout replacing an invasive weed. You always slipped him extra food when it came time. You always read the Bible with him; he gave his life to Christ because of you. You both shared your most intimate secrets in the dead of night. Your relationship had grown to be something even God would envy.

That bitch just had to go and sow discord into your plentiful relationship.

You walked into the kitchen with a batch of dough that needed to set for a few hours. Your eyes widened in horror at what you saw, your pupils dilating to adjust to the lack of light in the kitchen. The large bowl slipped from your hands and crashed onto the floor. You turned around and bolted away like a frightened rabbit. You couldn't even stand to look at the scene for more than a moment. It was like seeing an angel get its wings torn off while falling from paradise.

That succubus was defiling your man. His head was thrown back in pure ecstasy—a dream in your head that you wanted to be between the both of you. Instead, that leech had him in between her legs. They were both in sync, their souls and hearts intertwined. It tore what little self-restraint you had to pieces. You could no longer wait for him to realize God's plan for the both of you.

In the dead of night, after both earned their punishment, you sneak into her room. A kitchen knife lies in your left hand, right behind your back. You'll stab her and make her feel the excruciating agony you felt. Every last drop of it. You enter her room swiftly with a slightly unhinged grin gracing your shadowed features.

She turns and gives you a surprised expression. Her stomach rumbles as she is expecting a bland dinner with as much nutrition as a wet rock. She blinks wearily as you move towards her. She seems apprehensive, but her body language is mostly relaxed. You were the one person who always seemed to be there for her. You were there for every patient. That's what made you everyone's favorite nun.

"Sister?" She calls out anxiously as she wraps an arm around her midsection. "Is dinner late? Or is this concerning my sterilization?"

"Oh, Grace." You murmur in a frenzied manner.

She backs away against the wall as her eyes dart quickly towards the door and back at you. You had locked the door, and your key was somewhere under your garments. She really didn't want to have to grope you to escape. Still, if you did have ill intentions towards her, she'd do whatever she needed to survive. 

"God gave me a Revelation. I found it in my Bible."

You move towards her and swing the knife clumsily. You were a nun, not a murderer. You weren't a murderer until your one true love came along. He just makes you a little unhinged sometimes. It's all in God's plan.

She stumbles back as her palms rest against the stone walls. Her breaths become frantic as her heart speedily beats. She goes into survival mode. A punch is thrown at you as her eyebrows furrow in concentration.

"What the hell! Doesn't your little book tell you not to murder or something?" She screams in a high-pitched tone, doing her best to possibly get someone's attention in this damned hellhole. 

She begins to shriek like a banshee as she fruitlessly struggles against you. Your free hand wraps around her wrist as you sink the knife into her throat. It makes a satisfying squelch as it slices through her skin like a knife through hot butter. She bucks against you like a wild bull as the sanguine fluid spurts out of her gaping wound. 

Another strangled scream escapes from her cracked lips. Her cries and wails fuel your murderous rage as your knife continuously sinks into her supple flesh. You stab, and stab, and stab for what feels like hours on end. You make sure she knows how much she betrayed you. How much she betrayed her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

Eventually, her body and mind fail her. She slumps against your figure as the light escapes her eyes swiftly. Her soul is forced out of her body as she becomes a permanent part of Briarcliff. You giggle and smile as the knife digs into her heart. You carve it out of her chest and stab it for the umpteenth time. It squirts out more of her sinful, gooey fluid.

You stare at her limp, lifeless body. Your rage cools a few moments after that. You have no regrets. In the eyes of God you were doing something holy.

"I gave her time to repent, and she did not want to repent of her immorality." You state passively as you grimace at her corpse.

You'll clean yourself and then tell everyone tomorrow that a crazed patient broke into her cell and killed her. You are the asylum's perfect little golden nun, after all. No one will suspect a thing, just as they shouldn't. Visting her was only your first stop tonight. Your second and final, Kit's holding cell.

You slip through the darkened halls with a spring in your elated step. You stopped at your room to wash off and get rid of the kitchen knife. You slip into that precious baby doll as you put your coveted uniform over top of it. You smile in the mirror gently, your spirits as high as the heavens. 

Entire months now come down to these few moments. Your figure slips into his room. The poor thing is still strapped to his bed. Bruises line his toned figure. The paper-thin blanket barely covers his body. His thick, white hospital shirt ridding up, exposing his v-line and abs. His chest is gently moving up and down, calling to you.

You don't want to interrupt your man's slumber, but you need him to know the truth. You climb on top of his sleeping body. Each of your thighs straddling his side. One of your hands reaches down to his exposed stomach as you trail feather light touches over it. An overly excited giggle escapes your lips. 

It has all led up to this moment. Your meeting, your small talk, and your private moments. Those torturous minutes that turned into hours transformed into days in which you were barely able to see a glimpse of him. You spent all those nights praying for a man, and now you have the one that God meant for you. You'll make him forget all about that whore who besmirched him. 

"I wore something just for you, Kit." You whisper those honeyed words into the soft flesh of his pale ear.

You press a hungry kiss onto his lips as your nails dig into him. He bolts awake and panicks as his mind tries to sluggishly process what is happening. He struggles against you for a moment as his pupils dilate to adjust to the surrounding darkness. He recognizes you as his hands grip onto the sides of your thighs. A strangled groan escapes his lips as your assault on them doesn't stop.

"Sugah, slow down now." He murmurs gently with a purr escaping his velvety throat.

His lips don't resist you but return your fervent devotion to his. Everything stops in those moments as the world fades to black. There's nothing more to the both of you than two touch-starved bodies that crave an intimate connection. It was as if, in that moment, both of your hearts became one; your souls had found each other after so long.

Kit hadn't realized how starving he had been. Not just of mind but also of body. This pure sense of need wasn't something he got from Grace or Alma. Somehow, theirs was something corruptly desperate. Yours was nothing more than a divine and guttural urgency for his presence. Your movements were like those of a follower pleasing their divine being.

Everything that happened so far was for this moment. It was worth every single moment. It was worth getting caught with Grace. To see that absolute expression of anguish in those saintly irises of yours. He knew it would drive you right over the edge. He knew you wouldn't be able to resist him after that. He just wanted needed to have a pretty little nun save him from his sins.

"No, no, I can't. We were meant to be. I—"

Kit cuts you off as his hands curl around the edges of your uniform. He presses his forehead against yours intimately as he looks up at you with those doey hazel eyes. A short pant escapes his mouth as he tries to form words. It proves difficult because his entire being is yearning for the proximity of yours.

"I love you." He croaks out in pure bliss. His mouth moves from sacred lips down to the inviting nape of your neck.

God's design? No, it was his.

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[yanderefantasies]

Could I please have a yandere valak and a deaf gender neutral darling? Have a few cookies for being an amazing writer 🍪🍪🍪

Thank u for the request! Sorry I haven’t gotten anything done lately- been a little busy. Literally writing this while in the middle of a casual party cause I’m bored

•Valak uses this to its advantage. Often forcing you to see things that aren’t there. It knows you can’t hear it when it speaks. So it doesn’t bother hiding it’s presence when messing around with objects around your house, or talking to you because it knows you won’t be able to hear it’s,,,disturbing thoughts.

•Not just that, but if anyone were to come over to your home and try to bother you(Valak sees it as bothering at least)It could just easily slam the door closed in that persons face and you wouldn’t have a clue apart from the slight vibration from how fuckin harshly it closes the door. No seriously the lights even flicker a little. What the fuck dude

•Valak would try to pose as a friend, maybe posses a person, a stranger. Try to become friends. Obviously this demon knows all languages, like most others. It can speak with you in ASL or if you’d prefer to read its lips then that’s fine as well.

•It wants to establish a relationship with you before completely trying to break your mind. Make you rely on it for comfort when you worry if something is there or not- but it’s okay! Because your friend will gladly be here for you to lean on.

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[i-cant-sing]

Have u watched umma ?

IM watching IT rn and I feel like rei would do that to reincarnated reader (in the film the womens mom abused her when she lived in Korea and when her mother dies she comes back to  haunt her and her) it’s actually  horrifying

I'm crying because imagine celebrating your mother's death and then BAM! Ghost Rei comes out of nowhere!💀💀💀

And now I'm on the floor because imagine this being in old times, so poor reader's screams can be heard throughout the village but no one dares to help her because they don't wanna get their ass haunted by Rei.

But then one day, as ghost Rei is wrestling you into a nap, the door slams open and in walks Preist Enji and (his simp) Nun Keigo😭

I'm like throwing up thinking about Priest Enji chanting Latin words to exorcise Rei and its not working fast enough, and then outta nowhere, Nun Keigo flings a cross at Rei💀💀💀 and maybe he screams "With the power of God and the love of Jesus, I'M TELLING YOU TO DIE BITCH!" And then Keigo dropkicks Rei, while Enji is comforting you while tutting at Keigo about there being a certain protocol they need to follow in these situations.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Little blurb to introduce the idea of a yandere alien nun + more priest reader

Tw: religious themes, destruction of religious property

Red ink trickles down the stained walls of the chapel; bathing the prophet in a crimson curtain. It drips down the frame and off into the gas in a circle that puddles your shoes. rosses mark the figures eyes; a blank line over its lips. You let out a heavy sigh. It was time to accept was no mere prank.

"This is the third act this week. What's going on with the people in this town."

For the past month, there's been a string of incidences involving the church you attended. Stolen items, defaced murals - even your office had been tampered with on one occasion. Police had been of no help so far, and left without any suspects you were forced to clean up the mess yourself long with the occasional help of others.

"Is everything alright, Priest?"

A grinning face peers from the corner of your vision; beaming in elation as you turn to greet. The nun rocks on their heels, hands folded in anticipation for your reply.

"Aeryn- Good Afternoon. I'm fine, just looks like our "friend" is back again..." You limply gesture towards the window.

Their grin widens at your frustration, but they are quick to cover. "How troublesome.. Should I alert the authorities?"

"No, they'll just give the same excuse as always. Excuse me while I get some supplies. " You step past Aeryn as you head towards the chapel. They wait for you to go by, taking your place beneath the window sill in turn. It truly was a shame to damage the piece, but one must do what's needed when it comes to ridding the plain of false idols.

Even now they struggled to understand the faults in their previous acts of worship. From their research, a religous figure was who gave purpose to a community. A guiding hand and kind voice. Just like you. Your disapproval over finding your pictures displayed around the church confused them at the time, but with today's observations they've come to understand it well. Any person would be upset if their god was seen as less. It pleased them to know that you shared in that feeling. The one who's taught them so much about human behavior.

Returning outside, the bucket in your hand is nabbed by the nun who had so patiently awaited your arrival.

"There's no need to worry about this, Y/n. For our lord, I'll do it myself."

The unsure, but thankful smile on your face boosts their belief in their plans. Most people are more accepting to a lover who is kind afterall. Surely their praise and gentle nature will be enough to soothe you when the time to whisk you away from the life you've once known comes.

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[kpoptrashlord-007]

Exorcism;; CYJ

Word Count;; 1.5k

Genre;; Demon AU, Horror 

Pairing;; Yeonjun x Reader

Summary;;

Darkness encroaches on your sanity, carrying with it the demon’s whisperings. Not even God can save you now that you’re within his grasp.

Request;;

Anon asked: "Yeonjun and yn

E;; Exorcism"

Warnings;;

Demon!Yeonjun x Nun!Reader here we are again with the religious fics, ayooo Heavy Catholicism because… nun…

Graphic depictions of violence, blood, gore, death (not MCD), demonic possession, demonic obsession, sexual innuendos

Notes;;

Well I went off the rails again. Oops?

There’s a little easter egg for The Exorcist but not in an obvious way.

Also this is part of my Kinkoween series!

Main Masterlist

    Sinister cackling pervades your mind. It pollutes, tainting you from the inside out. Darkness claws at your heart, begging to sink its teeth into your purity. Every inch of your being yearns to flee. What was once hallowed ground is now a haven for the depraved. God’s light no longer shines within this church. No, only the Devil’s temptations remain.

    “Keep praying,” Father William whispers beside you.

    You nod but he doesn't notice. He’s much stronger than you, both in body and in spirit; he would never allow his mind to wander in the middle of a prayer. The soft voices of your fellow nuns grow louder to compensate for your faltering determination. Their words build a protective sphere around you, shielding you from the beast’s influence.

    Dipping your head, you call on the saints for guidance. Sweat lines your palm as you clutch your rosary beads to your chest. Your salvation is on the tip of your tongue. God’s grace will safeguard you from the entity vying for your soul if you just utter the holy prayers. Yet you can’t push yourself to speak, to even finish the first line of the Apostles Creed.

    I believe in God…

    Try as you might, the prayer always dies on your lips.

    You scour the room for a source of strength. Shadows wheeze out their promises to devour and corrupt. Wind ricochets against the stone walls as they ooze black, viscous fluid. Dripping echoes within the chamber, constant and taunting. It dampens the intercessions of your sisters, smothering their intentions with loudening persistence.

    Swallowing hard, your eyes flutter toward the silver shackles adorning the wall furthest from the door. The last resort. If the demon triumphs, if it breaks through the church’s defences and claims you, those chains may very well be your last resting place.

    A shiver tickles your spine. Father William is a talented exorcist but even so, the likelihood of your survival is close to nil. While this should be encouragement enough for you to beg for His mercy, there’s something wicked growing inside you. Tempestuous, rapacious, lecherous.

    Hunger rages within your core, eliciting unspeakable desires. Warmth wells in your chest as lava pulsates through your veins. Sweat trickles down your nape, soaking through your coif. Sulphur stings your nostrils when you inhale, infesting your mind and clouding your thoughts. Your rosary beads clatter to the floor. There’s a gasp from one of your sisters then she’s crying for Father William to cleanse you of the evil digging its teeth into your soul.

    “It’s too late.”

    You’re vaguely aware of your lips parting, of the harsh words as they crawl up your throat, yet your voice sounds so distant and foreign. Both guttural and wispy. Your skin tightens at the sheer intensity of it, threatening to split free of muscle and bone. Unable to withstand how taut you’ve become, you topple forward. Nails screech against the cobbled floor as you scream, jaw unhinging and back arching.

    “We’re beyond prayer,” William says, breaking through the agonising haze infesting your mind. “We must exorcise it before it takes full control.”

    Twisting your neck to look upon him, your vision blurs with fresh tears. He removes his stole with a sympathetic frown. The room fills with the caterwauling of your so-called sisters. Gentle, unwelcome hands flip you onto your back. They pin you to the jagged ground, indifferent to how it cuts into your back. Wrath overcomes you, transfiguring the last of your patience into feral madness.

    A rumbling growl vibrates within your gut and you lurch forward. Teeth gnash and tear into skin. Warm and thick, blood wets your tongue as you take a bite out of the closest nun. She retreats with a broken cry. Her departure marks the liberation of an arm. Strategic in your hysteria, you grasp the oversized crucifix adorning your neck. The cold metal burns your palm. You hiss as you rip it away from your body and into the thigh of the wretch foolish enough to still be holding you.

    Frenzied and wild, you stagger to your feet, attacking anyone who draws too near. Thudding against your skull, heinous compulsion urges you forward. You sway with each step toward the holy man and his silly little book. Raising a crucifix of his own, he invokes the Lord’s name. Your blood boils at the mere mention of Him. He rattles off in Latin and your strength wanes with each prayer.

    Reaching your limit, you swing at him with the last ounce of your energy before collapsing. Without hesitation he jumps to your side. His touch is feverish, branding you with the splendour of God. No matter how you writhe you’re unable to flee his virtuous embrace. The war for your eternal soul is coming to a head and you’re unsure who will win, who you even want to win.

    Exhausted, you give in.

    “You did so well, angel,” a tantalising voice purrs. It comes from nowhere and everywhere all at once. “Let me take it from here.”

    Pure, unbridled fear accompanies you into a restless slumber.

    When you wake you’re greeted with an overwhelming stench of iron. Straining to see in the dark chamber, you struggle to your feet. Your head is pounding. It hurts to keep your eyes open. Rubbing your temple, you traverse deeper into the room, calling for your sisters. There is no verbal response save for an elongated rasp. It inhales for what seems like minutes while you stumble in the dark. Its exhalation lasts twice as long.

    Outside the clouds part and moonlight sneaks through the barred window. Dark splotches decorate the floor. When your shoes dip into the black pools, the fluid clings to the sole. Each step closer to the ghastly moaning is bogged down by the substance. Repulsive squelching follows as you cross the room.

    From beyond the vast dark comes a snicker. There’s something so familiar, so intimate about it that you stop dead in your tracks. Mere feet separate you from the unknown. Your hand springs up to cradle your crucifix but your neck is bare, as is your pocket. No rosary graces your hip. Terror seizes you.

    As you pat yourself down, a twinkling catches your eye. Hidden within shadow comes the gleam of silver. You turn to it. It’s a shape you can recognise anywhere. Dark flecks mar the body of Christ, the metallic sheen of the crucifix dulling under the stains. Fingers hang loosely around His feet.

    Beyond the limp digits is a clammy wrist and a crimson arm…

    and then nothing more.

    Bile rises in your throat and you dry heave. Backing away from it, your heel connects with a pudgy mass. Weight shifting, your world is overturned as you fall onto your back. Your landing, however, is cushioned. Once more the heavy scent of iron invades. It’s suffocating. You try to stand, to escape the stench but when your hand juts out to the side, you grasp gelatinous flesh. Pressing a little too hard, your fingers puncture through.

    Withdrawing with a small yelp, your arm flies back to your lap and with it, the severed head of your sister. Fingers digging into her soft cheek, they wiggle and dance in her mouth, peeking through the lips in your desperation to detach from her. She won’t release you. Her face absorbs your fingers, sucking them deeper. Your wailing pierces the still night air.

    Somehow, despite the abject terror gripping your every thought, its laughter breaks through.

    Memories slam into you like a freight train. For weeks it toyed with your sanity. Many a night you cowered before the tabernacle in constant prayer. Father William and your sisters worked around the clock to save you from its diabolic touch. You found solace in the promise of salvation, if not for your earthly form than for your spirit.

    But no matter how you strived to guard yourself from it, the demon had its ways. It snuck into the back of your mind, planting rotten seeds within you. The path to God became overgrown with its weeds, with its lies. It promised pleasures beyond your imaginings and instead of shunning it, you let it fester. Turning your back on his Holy light, you plunged into the depths of sin. The demon led you astray and you allowed it.

    You’d fallen so far that you didn’t blink twice when he asked to enter you.

    When he poked and prodded at your innards, you relished in the fullness. Every ounce of your being contained him. Your every thought became his. He licked at your sanity, his tongue lapping at your final sacred restraints until you burst. Devouring your innocence, he consumed you from the inside out, destroying your piety without resistance. Once could never be enough, not when such hellish bliss was at your fingertips, and soon you became inseparable. More often than not he lingered, whispering sweet corruption inside your very mind all while sinking his teeth deeper into your blackening soul.

    Now, when red eyes meet your own, you can’t produce a morsel of regret.

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[queenramondasidechick]

Yandere vampire batwoman x nun reader

Carousel

Ravens crowded from above as I exited the carriage in front of the house I knocked on the door to see a old man who seems to be in his late 40s hello sir Im the nun you called for i spoke with a warm smile. Why yes you see here weird things have been going my house my son has never returned since the last time I saw him. I looked at the man and felt sorry for no father should have to go through such things I handed him a bible and some other things. I pray that the Lord will find your son and bring him back to you I then left in the carriage now heading back to the small town I called home.

At the village*

I reached home kicking off my shoes letting out a heavy sigh hey Zach I rubbed the pitbull head as he snuggled into me. I headed into the shower wanting to lay down and sleep I was in the middle of rinsing off when I heard something from downstairs. I turned off the water to listen until I Heard another noise I wrapped a towel around my body opening the door to darkness. Zach I called out his name I heard his whimpers in kitchen I rushed down stairs to see blood on wall and Zach pawing at my leg I picked him up and grabbed a knife and slowly walked into the kitchen to see a woman with long red hair a suit and a cape with black and red and two guns at her side. She was bleeding from her back and stomach. She was still breathing I put Zach down letting him go where ever he goes and picked up the unknown woman and she was heavy as hell.

I hope God forgives me I took a close look at her as I reach to take off her mask but she grabbed my wrist holding a strong tight grip on it but let go due to the pain. Please don't move let me take care of you I tried reassuring her how do I know you won't try to kill me. Because I never killed anyone please let me help you she nodded giving me consent but to not take off her mask.

Months has passed ever since Kate also know as batwoman she told me that's she became a vampire on a mission with a man name Bruce Wayne who seemed like a old friend of hers. Kate had left to go get me food so we both can make each other dinner after months of her living with me. She's a wonderful person but can sometimes be a bitch and very overprotective but overall she's loving. The door slammed shut and saw Kate with blood in her hands and lips Kate! What happened you're hurt I rushed to her aid with my hands on her face but it wasn't her blood. It's not my blood honey but we have to leave this town she walked upstairs and began packing my things. Kate what did you do! I killed the batman love I backed away in fear and that's when she saw it baby don't back away from me. I slammed the door behind me running downstairs but I was thew back in with a intense force with my hands pinned about me. Let me go! Let go! STOP FIGHTING ME! Making me quite down her hand coming to jaw kissing my tears away. Now we're going to go to Gotham and we can start a new life together I can be everything you want everything you desire babygirl. She moved my hair from piercing her fangs into my skin as I let out a scream of pain was last thing I heard before passing out.

Darling I'm back I rushed into her arms limping on the way hugging her as she steady my balance. I missed you I said in the crook of her neck as I checked for bruises on her body I know you tried to escape princess you left the window. That deep hit me like a bullet flying into my chest I think I need break your other leg don't you think bad girls get punish for disobeying their master baby.

#batwomen #batwomanxreader #yandere batwoman #yandere batfam x reader #nun reader #vampire batwoman #kate kane #kate kane x reader

[butchladymaria]

11, 12, and 16 for the violence asks!! I need to know

OG POST HERE!!!

11. number of fandom-related words you’ve filtered

actually all 36 terms i have filtered are fandom-related lmao. honestly i use the filtering system as a way to clean up my dash. i sometimes filter a tag if someone i follow gets into a new thing that i’m ambivalent about or unfamiliar with. it means i can keep following them without seeing stuff i’m just not all that interested in yet but also (and especially) to avoid having something spoiled for me if i want to check it out in future! it also means that i can click the “show” button if i’m in the mood for something specific or want to learn more about it — go to their blog and just look for anything filtered :) this is literally the only way i know of to search a tumblr account for specific shit because the actual search function is Actually Useless Shit

16. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

man there’s so many picks here but i’d have to say annalise. she’s not unpopular as in actively disliked afaik, just more generally overlooked. i need to post more about her but like — she’s such a key piece of bloodborne’s themes around gender and motherhood and its a goddamn shame it doesn’t get talked about more!!! she feels like a foil to miss doll in many ways (editor’s note: i Went Off on this but it needs to be its own post, so rest assured i will elaborate lol). she’s such a goddamn tragic character. in so many ways it feels that she retreated into the role of the queen to cope with the loss of her people: there’s nothing left of her home besides that. she calls herself “we”, not “i”. she is the queen of cainhurst before she is a human being and it feels like a very visceral reaction to the bigotry of the church. she is trapped in the throne room in a nightgown — evidenced the fact that her portraits show her wearing period-typical gowns, and the attire she wears looks like historical sleepwear. it makes me fucking insane. she was wearing her nightgown when the executioners attacked. despite seeing everyone she ever knew and loved be butchered before her eyes, despite being reviled as a corrupted subhuman monstrosity, despite being imprisoned in complete solitude for god only knows how long, she still fucking demands your respect and i love her for it. she is canonically some flavor of queer on account of the fact she rejects your marriage proposal in an identical way regardless of gender. i am able to fulfill my fantasy of a beautiful vampire woman bossing me around thru her questline. what is not to fucking like!!!!

17. you can’t understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc.)

hands down probably the defanging of the women characters: chiefly maria, miss doll, and adella/arianna. like, i know WHY it happens (misogyny) but it’s still baffling to me. why are you making them waifus. follow up question is your taste honest to god just that boring, and if so get better soon. they’re so much cooler than that. shut the fuck up. maria is such a complex character and if i see another clown reducing her to some soft maternal wifey because… what, she was compassionate to the research hall patients and felt bad about doing uhhh *checks notes* A Whole Ass Genocide???? i will staple myself to the ceiling. like some folks will do the most absurd mental gymnastics to call a woman in any media maternal for the most basic things 😭. in a similar vein are the people who shit themselves to death trying to claim that she TOTALLY COULD HAVE BEEN a femmey little uwu housewife even though she has a canonical and marked preference for masc presentation, and actually a woman conforming to victorian gender roles and being attracted to men is an EPIC FEMINIST WIN, actually. usually this comes from cis and/or hets who are convinced they are personally oppressed because like 3 queers on tumblr said maria is a butch lesbian. having said that there are so many amazing artists and theorycrafters that when i was trying to link specific posts/art the list was actually a million years long. some people are annoying but MORE people are so cool and thoughtful and creative!!!!! shoutout to nishihii saintadeline butchjolyne and pretty much all the lgbtqs in the mariadeline tag, all of your work is like oxygen to me 💕 yall are amazing :)

it’s the same with miss doll. either their complexity is painted over by making her the butt of those insufferable sex doll jokes or they’re made out to be this pure innocent mommy/housewife. usually this is hand in hand with just blatantly ignoring the misogyny inherent to the dynamic between her, maria, and gerhman and i just have to wonder how anyone manages to so spectacularly miss the point. i wrote a forty page paper on this. needless to say it makes me insane. i’m also a big fan of YOUR theories on the matter for a different yet equally neat perspective :) also i think marble did a post on it but i cannot for my LIFE find it

also i cannot stress enough how lame it is that adella gets reduced to a flat stereotype. they took a violently traumatized woman who was groomed into loathing herself by the catholic blood cult and who desperately clings onto the hunter for showing her justo the most basic decency of not Leaving Her To Die and decided instead of any of that it would be way cooler to water her down into a “yandere”. same can be said for arianna. like istg if they were men ther would be ESSAYS. but then again if they were men their themes would literally not even be half as cool AND they couldn’t be lesbians so i am writing the essays myself. tl;dr i am absolutely OBSESSED with both @/jurasicass and @/undefeatablesin’s portrayals of both these ladies. finally some good fucking adella/hunter/arianna dynamics‼️‼️‼️

#ask #bornetoblood #lady maria #queen annalise #adella the nun #miss doll #arianna lady of pleasure #i forget my tag for her. #bloodborne #these asks r geared towards the inner little hater but i must be a lover in equal measure. there r so many cool people here #that i couldnt make a complete list if i TRIED #to be clear i think the adella yandere jokes r funny but its obnoxious when thats ALL she is to some ppl ykwim

[lindoesntwin]

THE BANISHED VILLAINESS! LIVING THE LESIURELY LIFE OF A NUN MAKING REVOLUTIONARY CHURCH FOOD

A misunderstood villainess was banished to a small town where she finds freedom, romance and other male leads all while making delicious food.

Other titles: The banished villainess!

#the banished villainess! #the banished villainess! living the leisurely life of a nun making revolutionary church food #manga #manga girl #manga recommendation #manga blog #manga art #reincarnation #transmigration #isekai #food #cooking #comedy #fantasy #shoujo #slice of life #nun #yandere #yandere male

[yandereaffections]

Demon Nia is a supernatural situation with a nun darling.

Nia isn't the flashy type of demon you read stories and hear warnings about, in fact the amount of humans that have learned her true name have been little to none within the past few centuries. In spite of all that here she blends into the shadows of the church watching you

The smell of sulfur faint with how she allows herself to exist within the same room as you no matter how the burn from the flooring of a holy place spreads through her feat, due to nias hidden presence the past few days fatigue have been a common symptom of anyone who's been around you, including yourself so the signs of a spiritual presence isn't as easy to point out as it would be if she wasn't directly fixated on you

Too late to act on procedures to at the very least weaken the power Nia currently has over you, nothing more to do than do your nightly prayers only beginning to find the smell of nias presences suspicious as you fall asleep, perfectly vulnerable for her to snatch up as her own

#do i know anything about nuns or religion? no #hopefully this isnt horribly inaccurate lol #i also lost nias piccrew i just cant keep up with their piccrews i swear lol #halloween prompt list 4.0 #tw religion #supernatural situation #nia barnes #nia #nia my oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere imagine #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere demon #yandere ocs #yandere oc