#yandere pastry chef oc
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Poly/Pack A/B/O OCs x Y/N Facts
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Vanilla and Xavier are the best at knowing how you're feeling and what you need
Xavier makes the best nests
Archie is naturally warm, so he lets you and the others sleep on/around him [Group cuddles are included]
Jasper likes to make you laugh when he smells that you're upset/stressed
You get together with everyone and have jam sessions/movie nights
Archie and Vanilla are the protective alphas of the pack. No one is laying a finger on anyone in your group when they're around
Everyone shares each other's clothes
Vanilla makes meals for the pack
Archie gets better at opening himself up to the group with your help
#Overall they love you to death#my ocs#my ocs x y/n#my ocs x reader#a/b/o verse#a/b/o#a/b/o au#ocs x reader#ocs x y/n#yandere pastry chef oc#yandere werewolf oc#yandere pyromaniac oc#male vampire oc#poly ocs#poly a/b/o au#poly yanderes#minors please dni#ageless blogs pls dni
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new yandere oc
Mortimer Jones
Age: 45
Gender: genderfluid
Sexuality: pansexual
Height: 6'2
Species: human
occupation: pastry chef/baker
Appearance:
personality
Normal
Kind, enthusiastic, lil shy, generous, creativity, gentle, careful, loyal
Yandere
Insane, loyal, obsession, crazy
Like: Mc, bakery, baking
Dislike: tate frost, broken heart, rejection
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uhhh can u write a one shot of wlw Yandere who has kidnapped submissive reader. And uhhh can you throw in a little bondage and sadomaso pls
Okie dokie, anon.
Now, you have not clarified which character you want as yandere, so I have went off and made a OC. Hope you enjoy it.
TW: Dubious consent, kidnapping, violence, bondage
Okay, just almost there.
You took another deep breath and doubled your efforts to rub your rope-bound wrists against the rough wooden surface of the nearby bed. You have been doing this tiring process for almost a hour now, your bare arms bearing scratch marks and rashes as evidence. Any minute now, and you should be free.
But what then? The room you are locked in is still locked. The room is also in basement, so there are no windows. Then there is the question of your captor--
The door of your prison clicked open, and you shoved yourself away from the bed, your eyes whirling at the direction of the sound in panic.
There, stood your kidnapper. A tall woman dressed in black chef's uniform, a direct contrast to her flowing platinum blonde locks of hair. Her eyes stood out as well, their shade greener then moss on old walls of New York.
The baseline is this: your kidnaper is a beautiful woman, whom you would have considered way out of your league and would have been happy to date. You even had a crush on this woman, regularly going to her butcher and pastry shop even if your groceries are stocked. You went there just to see her smile at you.
What went wrong, you lamented as you looked at the blue eyes that used to be so warm. They are now staring at you with such coldness that you felt a shiver go up your spine.
You should have known better. Yes, this woman made the sweetest French pastries, but she also knew how to carve a cow six ways to Sunday. You only focused on her sweet, warm side. You completely missed out on the knife she was holding behind her back all along.
Like she is holding one right now, brandishing it slowly as she approached you. As the sound of her clacking heels got closer and louder, so did your anxiety.
"We d-don't have to do this." You slowly pleaded, your voice cracking in between.
"I-If this is about money--"
"It never was, mon chéri!" The blonde woman sneered at you, her slight French accent lilting in her words. God, how much you loved that accent. Now it sounds like a threat.
Or maybe its the fact that the woman was now face to face, kneeling down in front of you and pressing her knife against your throat. If she puts in even the slightest of pressure, you feel surely bleed.
You gulped. Usually, the baker, or boulanger, as she preferred to be called, was never this violent. Since the first day you were kidnapped, she had brought you nothing but gifts. She even fed you with her own hands. But that's mostly because your hands are tied all the damn time.
Maybe she gets a kick out of that. You being in her complete control.
And she is showing that control over you right now.
"Are you saying that I am poor? That I went through all of this just because of your money? Please! I know that you have been separated from your rich mommy and daddy since last two years! You are nothing but a college student who is trying to make ends meet!"
The butcher's eyes flashed at you.
"I don't want your money! I want you."
The knife pressed closer, and you feel it cut slightly into your skin. You cried out in pain as the cut let out droplets of blood. But then, your kidnapper leaned down, licking and sucking at the wound she herself made.
You cried out again, but this time, there was a hint of desire in your voice. You cursed yourself for not being able to control your feelings for your kidnapper. For not being able to separate the before and now. She is no longer that same sweet woman who used to slip macarons in your bag.
"You made me do this. You stopped coming to ze shop!" The blonde woman growled out, her accent slipping. She started to now bite at your neck, marking you harshly as you writhed against her.
"I waited and waited, but you didn't come! When I finally looked for you, do you know what I found?"
She pulled at your hair hard, biting at the soft skin of your throat. You trembled, in fear or pleasure, you cannot decipher.
"You were on a date with some bimbo! She couldn't even show a single interest in what you were saying! While here I was, reading books on constellations because you love the damn stars!"
She pressed you against the wall, the ropes burning against your wrists. You swear you see stars behind your eyes, even if you try to push her away.
But it is no use. Your kidnapper's patience has finally ran out.
"So I have had enough of being the nice woman! Of being sweet and patient! Because you clearly like to be hurt like the little masochist you are!"
You somehow manage to get a few words in, even if you are now gasping for your breath.
"L-Listen! T-That date was to forget you! I d-didn't think you would ever like me!"
It was a last ditch effort to get through your kidnapper. Maybe admitting your past feelings will make her let you go? Would it at least make her softer in treatment?
No, none of that happened. Instead, the woman gave a loud, angry growl her eyes now flashing dangerously.
You gulped as the woman brought up her knife again at you.
"You absolute dunce. I loved you all along and you never knew!?"
She laid the tip of the knife against the skin of your collarbone, and you gulped.
"Maybe I should write my name on you to make you realise just how much I LOVE YOU!"
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"Empty Nest Syndrome" (Part 1/?), Desmond
I love, love, LOOOOVE Desmond so I really wanted to write something with him and this was the result! Not exactly sure where I’m going with this and how many parts it’ll be but I really wanted to share this with you because your male yandere OC’s deserve all the content.
Thank you again for your wonderful OC’s, they are *chef’s kiss* the best.
Note: Story is written mainly in Second Person POV. Hope the formatting’s okay!
The first time you meet Detective Desmond, you were – to say the least – a wreck.
Unable to even form a coherent sentence, barely even able to get a breathe in-between your sobs, you wonder how the detective didn’t just tell you to go home, considering how you were in no state to describe the person who had mugged you.
It had been your first week in London, an ocean away from your family and your home in the States, having left them for a job opportunity your siblings insisted that you take. There weren’t many people who could brag about finding a dream job in a city that they’ve always wanted to visit right after graduating college, so with your siblings’ support, you had made the move.
Then you get mugged walking home late from work and suddenly, living in London didn’t seem like such a grand idea anymore. Alone, terrified and with no one to rely on in this new, too big country, you had cried for more than just your lost purse that night.
In what was perhaps an act of sympathy from the heavens, Detective Desmond is the only person who bears witness to your breakdown in the department. At least this way, you don’t have to deal with the humiliation of crying in front of an entire audience of people. You’re already embarrassed enough, knowing how absolutely silly you must look to Detective Desmond: a grown woman, bawling her eyes out because someone had stolen her purse.
You feel a pulse of pain when you use the back of your right hand to wipe your eyes, although there’s no redness there. Most likely, there will be a bruise there tomorrow morning. The mugger had shoved you hard enough to make you stumble and hit the side of a nearby building. You’re aware that you had scraped the palm of your left hand when that happened but you hadn’t realized that your right hand had been bruised too.
No matter, since the bruise would fade eventually and you would just have to wash your left hand when you got home before putting a band aid on it.
Things could have been a lot worse, you tell yourself even though it doesn’t make the lump in your throat go away nor does it remove the heavy ball of steel lodged in your stomach.
“All calm now?” Detective Desmond finally asks, when your sobs have finally died down and you’re just sniffling a little.
“Yes,” you obediently respond, guiltily casting your eyes down to your shoes. You’ve just spent the last however-many-minutes crying incoherently in front of a police detective, wasting time that he would have spent working on other cases or speaking to other witnesses who were actually capable of a conversation. You’re more surprised he didn’t just shove you into a waiting room or an isolated corner somewhere in the department until you had finished crying instead of letting you sit in front of him at his desk.
You’re embarrassed beyond words so you can only imagine how uncomfortable the detective must feel but a quick glance upwards shows no expression on Detective Desmond’s face. He’s impassive, unbothered and for a brief moment, you’re near envious of his poker face.
“I’m sorry for crying like that,” you hesitantly mumble out, embarrassment not letting you speak at a proper level.
Detective Desmond merely shrugs, arranges a couple of papers in his hands like he’s used to grown, incoherent bawling women sitting across from him every day.
“When you’re the victim of a crime for the first time, you’re more likely to be emotional. Particularly when the crime was arbitrary and without reason,” he casually states, as though he’s reciting a line from a police handbook (you wouldn’t be surprised if he was). “Please rest assured miss, that we will do everything we can in our power to resolve this issue; we will be sure to inform you of any changes to the case as soon as we can. Just fill out this contact information form, please.”
He hands you a clipboard with a single piece of paper on it and a pen.
You fill out the form in silence and your lingering embarrassment still leaves you unable to look him in the eyes when you hand the clipboard and pen back to him.
“Thank you miss. Since it’s late at night, would you like to have an officer escort you back to your apartment?”
Your initial knee-jerk reaction is to reject the offer because years of smothering your own wants and desires to care for your siblings has left you with an innate need to never trouble others around you. You’re sure all the officers are busy right now and you don’t want to inconvenience any of them by asking them to walk you back to your apartment when you can easily brave the distance yourself.
But can you really?
The throb of your injured left hand and the reminder of a soon to emerge bruise when you press your fingers too tightly down on your right hand leaves you hesitant and wars with your desire to not cause trouble, never cause trouble for others.
“Miss?” the detective asks again.
The pain in your left hand wins.
“Please,” you quickly, furtively whisper. “Please escort me home.”
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When you had agreed to the escort, you hadn’t thought it would be Detective Desmond himself escorting you. And in a police car, no less.
He says something about it being protocol and some sort of procedure but his entire explanation goes over your head. Now that the adrenaline of the night has worn off and you’ve tired yourself out from crying, it becomes a herculean task to keep your eyes open during the drive.
This late at night, there are barely any cars on the road so the ride itself is extremely smooth and Detective Desmond had turned the radio on to some late night talk show, the voices of the people on the radio melding into one another to become one low, monotonous hum of white noise to your ears.
You’re grateful that your flat is close by because you know that if you had gone any longer in the car, you would have fallen asleep and you really didn’t need the additional embarrassment of having the detective shake you awake on top of everything else that’s happened tonight.
Still, you’re definitely half-asleep and lacking inhibitions when Detective Desmond reaches your flat because you look him directly in the eyes for the first time that night, an exhaustion-induced sleepy smile taking over your face as you thank the detective.
In your half-asleep state, you hadn’t put any thought into the stunned look on his face – it doesn’t even occur to you that it was the first time since you met him in the police station that his expression had even changed.
By the time you make it to your bed, you had forgotten all about it.
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You have most definitely not forgotten everything when you wake up the next morning.
The embarrassment returns with a vengeance and you’re reduced to screaming into your pillow for a good solid minute as you desperately try to block out your stupidity from last night.
In your own flat, surrounded by things familiar enough to you to make you comfortable, you find yourself unable to relate to the emotions and feelings of yourself from last night and desperately, you wish for a time machine if only so you could go back in time and slap yourself silly for bawling like that.
But time moves forward still and you’re much too responsible to stay in bed just because you were feeling sorry for yourself. With your purse stolen, you had a mountain of things to address such as calling your bank account and credit card companies to freeze all your accounts and cards for the moment so you force yourself out of bed, telling yourself that the sooner you busy yourself with tasks, the sooner you can erase your embarrassment.
Still, you owe Detective Desmond. On top of tolerating your tears, he had also escorted you home without a single complaint. Even if it was his job, his patience with you was saint-like, in your opinion.
If only there was some way for you to show your gratitude…
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The second time you meet Detective Desmond, you’re armed to the teeth with Tupperware filled with baked chive and ranch-flavored potato chips, both sweet and savory pastries and – because you had leftover yeast – sourdough bread, all home-made. You try very hard not to pay attention to the stares when you walk into the police station with your arms full of a large giant, brown lunch bag smelling of bread.
The police officer on duty at the front desk, of course, asks to look at the content of your bag and Tupperware before you go any further, to which you oblige.
It doesn’t stop the flush that rises up past your neck and onto your cheeks when the officer’s eyebrows continue to climb up his forehead as he meticulously opens up every Tupperware container to inspect it’s contents.
“They’re for Detective Desmond,” you quietly tell the officer when he asks about all the food. “I um, I wanted to thank him for – for last night.”
Your explanation does nothing to ease the incredulous look on the officer’s face, most likely in disbelief that Detective Desmond could have done anything to warrant you making him enough food to feed a family of eight.
The officer’s expression is a very pointed reminder that you had gone overboard in attempting to convey your gratitude to Detective Desmond but you figured as a detective he must work long shifts. And sometimes it was hard to eat well while working such long shifts (your exhausted high school self, working twelve hour shifts in your town’s local diner, could attest to that) so you only wanted to help him eat well?
(Or maybe it’s instinct; that instinctual itch that has crawled up your spine and settled beneath your skin, a slow-growing thing you’ve been trying desperately to ignore even though it took root the moment you sat down on the plane that would fly you across the ocean to London.
“You’re going to get Empty Nest Syndrome,” your friends had joked, laughing because it’s a well-known fact in your town that you had single-handedly raised your younger siblings because neither of your workaholic parents had been home long enough to do anything but sleep, wake up and go to work.
You had laughed with them, because you weren’t a housewife watching your children growing up and leaving you to go to college but the comparison had been funny and - surrounded by familiar faces and in a town you could navigate with your eyes closed - harmless.
You’re not laughing now.)
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Detective Desmond looks distinctly unamused when you place the bag full of food on his desk as you mumble-stutter something along the lines of, “Please take this food as a token of my thanks for what you did for me, sorry again for crying so much last night, please take care of yourself, feel free to keep the containers, have a good day, good-bye now,” before absconding like your life depends on it.
In your haste to leave, you didn’t bother looking back to see if the detective had even looked into the paper bag or had simply tossed it into the trash.
You didn’t look back and therefore, never saw the way his eyes tracked you until you had disappeared through the front doors of the building and couldn’t be seen anymore.
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Desmond never thought he would see the woman he had escorted home last night.
The escort was a routine thing, offered to everyone in the neighborhood as part of a community service program their station had agreed to but the way she had smiled.
The way she had smiled at him.
And today, she had bought him food. More than enough food – enough to feed him for at least a week. All because he had done his due diligence as an officer of the law.
No.
He still had something else to do, didn’t he?
Reaching into the bag, he pulls out the sourdough bread. He rips off a piece, puts it in his mouth and chews a bit.
It’s delicious.
Their department had a long-standing relationship with all the bakeries in their area so Desmond is familiar with all the bread that’s offered at all of them. None of them have sourdough bread. Which means the bread was home-made.
She had made bread.
For him.
She had smiled.
For him.
Ripping off a larger piece of bread, Desmond stuffs it into his mouth as he boots up his computer and opens up the police database.
He has a mugger to catch.
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Oh wow this is so good! You should definitely write more of this, I was not expecting something so long, and a darling who surprises Desmond is most certainly one that will keep his attention.....
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My ocs as Cotl followers
Vanilla: Cow
Traits: Industrious & Zealous
Xavier: Wolf
Traits: Zealous & Strong Constitution
Archie: Fox
Traits: Hot Tempered & Hedonist
Jasper: Monkey
Traits: Lustful & Unrepentant
[Cult Of The Lamb belongs to Massive Monster]
#my ocs#cotl au#cotl#cult of the lamb#yandere pastry chef oc#yandere werewolf oc#yandere pyromaniac oc#male vampire oc#minors please dni#ageless blogs pls dni
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Vamp! Vanilla turning you because she's 10/10 the best vampire to do so ^^
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"Are you certain that this is what you want, darling? Once I make you immortal, there is no going back. Are you feeling pressured to make this choice because of your fear of dying without us? If that is the case, I won't allow you to be turned. Otherwise, I will grant you your desire. I will miss your warmth...but if that is the price I must pay to have you by our sides for eternity, I will take it."
Your kiss was enough of an answer for your pastry chef partner. She withdrew from your lips with a sigh.
"Very well, then. Please hold me as tightly as you need, darling. I'll be as gentle as possible for the blood trading step, but your transformation will be painful. It will be worth it in the end, my love."
Having warned you of the pain to come, Vanilla swept your hair aside to gain access to your neck. She kissed the column of skin before gingerly sinking her fangs into you. Warmth flooded your entire body accompanied by the taste of cookies in your mouth. Your hands tightly wound around your lover's waist. Time seemed to pass slowly as she drained you almost to the brink of death. Only then did she pull away, biting into her own wrist and raising it to your mouth.
"You must drink some of my blood now, darling. Go on."
Without thinking, you grabbed her wrist and began greedily suckling. The vampire watched you with adoring eyes. All too soon, she lowered her arm to return it to your waist.
"Your transformation will start soon. Remember to hold onto me. I'll be here to ground you," Vanilla soothed.
Not very long after she had said that, a harsh pounding came from your head and chest. It felt as if your heart and brain were trying to escape your body. The sensation was excruciating. You groaned in pain as you buried your face into the pastry chef's neck. The vague feeling of Vanilla rubbing circles on your back caused you to grip her tighter.
The three other vampires living with you rushed into the room at the sound of your wailing.
"What the fuck's going on?! What did you do to them?!," Archie barked.
The female vampire motioned for him to lower his voice. "They are changing. It is simply the transformation process."
Vanilla hushed you as she rocked you from side to side in her arms. Your wails had quieted to slight whimpers.
"Is it almost over? How much longer are they going to be in pain for?," Xavier asked.
"Not much longer. You went through the same thing when I turned you, Xavie. You don't remember much of it because your body was still human."
You had gone silent as the three vampires conversed. Having noticed this, Vanilla gently tilted your head up to look at you. Your skin had paled and your eyes became more vibrant. The vampire smiled sweetly at you.
"How do you feel, darling? Your transformation went far better than I expected. I'm sorry you had to experience such pain."
Everyone in the room waited anxiously for you to speak. When you did, it came out as a croak.
"I'm thirsty...My throat feels so dry.."
Jasper had to struggle to hold back his laugh. Vanilla turned her gaze to Xavier, who was staring at you with awe and adoration.
"Xavie, can you please fetch a blood bag from the fridge?"
The male vampire immediately turned to head into the kitchen. You were still clinging to your pastry chef lover, who happily returned your affection.
"So they're a vampire now, huh? Who's going to teach them so they don't go feral?" Archie's question was met with a harsh glare from Vanilla.
"I will, of course. Jay and Xavie can assist as well if they so wish. I would prefer that you keep to yourself for the time being."
The fiery red-head huffed and stomped off to his room, passing Xavier.
"Thank you, Xavie. Would you mind tearing it open for them, please? They'll have to get used to having fangs."
Xavier did as instructed with his own fangs, then carefully passed the bag to Vanilla. She brought it to your mouth.
"Drink this, sweetie. It will make you feel better. Go slowly."
Your hands took ahold of the bag and raised it to your open mouth. The sounds you made while drinking from the bag were akin to a baby drinking from a bottle. When you finished, Vanilla took the bag from you and stuffed it into her apron pocket. Her lips met your forehead.
"I'm so proud of you. You'll be with us forever now. I'm so happy." Her voice made it sound like she was on the verge of tears.
"Me too," Xavier added. Jasper glanced at everyone in the room before grabbing Xavier's hand and wrapping both himself and the other vampire around you.
"Yeah. Now we're all one big happy couple~"
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❤️🩹 💕 Masochist Vanilla [CW] 💕 ❤️🩹
Your lovely pastry chef would be a delusional and devoted masochist. She loves you unconditionally, so you can treat her however you'd like. It's proof to her that you both love each other.
"You're free to have everything you can see, all that you want from me. Free to be all that you want to be. Do what you want with me. ♡"
❤️🩹 Step On Me - The Cardigans
[Song belongs to The Cardigans]
[Picrew belongs to the creator]
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My Ocs as Obey Me Demon brothers ^^
Vaniila: Beel
Xavier: Levi/Satan
Jasper: Mammon
Archie: Belphie
[All gifs belong to their creators]
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Dragon! Archie, clutching Queen! Vanilla: You'll never have her!
Knight! Xavier: And why is that?
Dragon! Archie: Because I love you!
[Cut to Xavier carrying his new dragon boyfriend in the distance while Vanilla waves them off.]
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🦇💕 Vampire! Vanilla Headcanons 💕🦇
She keeps the shutters closed on all the windows in the bakery, even when the bakery is open.
When a customer asks about it, she tells them she has a rare skin condition that makes her allergic to sunlight.
When she does go outside during the day, being the social creature she is, she'll wear either a wide brimmed hat or an umbrella cap.
Sustains herself on blood bags she gets from the local butcher. There are times when someone will attempt to rob/kidnap her on her walk home, so she'll quickly subdue and feed on them.
Keeps a cute pink coffin in her bakery for the times she needs to hibernate/sleep without leaving the bakery. (Obviously out of plain sight. Can't have any customers getting suspicious.)
Keeps an open door policy for all fellow vampires, no matter how small. If she feels said vampire is being disruptive (ie. taking all the blood for themselves, or causing general unease among her customers on purpose), she will kick them out.
Still very social and motherly, even as a vampire. She likes to keep up appearances.
Definitely the best choice if you want to be bitten and fed from.
She's an expert at soothing and making you relax. When she does bite and feed from you, there is little pain and the sensation is liken to a mother's warm embrace while being fed cookies.
#vampire headcanons#female vampire headcanons#vampire au#yandere pastry chef oc#yandere pastry chef oc headcanons#minors please dni#vampire oc headcanons#oc headcanons
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Vanilla/Pinkamena! Vanilla, to Y/N: I'm gonna put you into a blender with me! I'll set the oven to 350 degrees, and together forever we will always be~ Baked with love~! Like the cold and the warm when they join make a storm, just like cake needs to rise. If you look in my eyes, you'll see the recipe is true. The key ingredient is you~♡.
🎂🧁 Baked with Love 🧁🎂- Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake
[Song and lyrics belong to Pendleton Ward [Creator of Adventure Time]
[Pinkamena Diane Pie as well as "Cupcakes" belong to Sergeant Sprinkles.]
#my oc#my oc x reader#my oc x y/n#yandere pastry chef oc#creepypasta au#pinkamena diane pie#She'd never actually bake you btw#This is all a metaphor for her love for you ^^#She'd definitely marry you on top of a giant cake that she made ^^#oc x reader#oc x y/n#oc x y/n quotes#incorrect quotes#incorrect oc x y/n quotes#incorrect oc quotes#yandere female oc#delusional yandere oc#gender neutral reader#gender neutral y/n#creepypasta#adventure time quote#adventure time music#music#lyrics quotes#minors please dni#ageless blogs pls dni
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Vania [Vanilla and Anti's fusion] + playlist
🔪 When You're Good To Mama - Queen Latifah
🧁 Bust Your Knee Caps - Pomplamoose [Yanderecore]
🔪 Talk - Salvatore Ganacci
🧁 Teeth - Lady Gaga
🔪 Jealousy - Marina & the Diamonds [Jealouscore]
🧁 Scream - Besomorph
🔪 Mz. Hyde - Halestorm
🧁 Sweet Tooth [Cover] - Chloe Moser
🔪 Cult Leader - KiNG MALA
🧁Get On Your Knees - Nicki Minaj
All songs belong to their creators
Picrew belongs to the creator
Antisepticeye belongs to Sean McLoughlin aka Jacksepticeye
#yandere pastry chef oc#my oc#oc fusion#oc fusion x y/n#oc fusion playlist#antisepticeye#jacksepticeye ego#jacksepticeye antisepticeye#I love her/them so much!! 🥺💖💚#antisepticeye fusion#warning: knife#yandere oc fusion#oc fusion x listener#music#playlist#oc playlist#minors please dni#ageless blogs pls dni#picrew#She's a gentle sadist and a brat tamer 😌#Of course she'll sleep with you but don't expect to be leaving in the morning#You're hers now ♡
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FNAF 1-2 AU
Vanilla: Chica
Xavier: Marrionette/Puppet
Archie: Foxy
Jasper: Bonnie [I apologize. I know that this is Pizzeria Simulator Bonnie, not original Bonnie. I just wanted a gif of him playing the guitar.]
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Fantasy AU ArchJasp Scenario
[Dragon! Archie burns down the front door of Vanilla's castle and walks into the throne room.]
Knight! Xavier, shielding Queen! Vanilla with his body and his sword drawn: Beast! Do not take a step closer! I will not let you harm the queen!
[Dragon! Archie rolls his eyes] I'm not here for the queen. Where is that jester?
Knight! Xavier, clearly confused: What could you possibly want with Jasp-
[A door right of the throne swings open with a flourish, and Jester! Jasper walks through.] I'm back, your highness!
[Dragon Archie makes eye contact with him and points at the jester.] Him. I want him.
Court Jester! Jasper, clasping his hands next to his face and having hearts for eyes: [Insert Mettaton voice here] OH YAS~! [He runs and throws himself into Dragon! Archie's arms, who catches and carries him bridal style.]
Dragon! Archie: I'll be taking this with me. [He turns and walks out of the burnt castle door, still carrying the lovestruck jester.]
Knight! Xavier: What...just happened?
Queen! Vanilla: I haven't the faintest clue, but as long as Jasper is happy I'm fine with it. Say, Xavier. Could you fetch [Insert servant's name], please? I'd like to have the door replaced.
Knight! Xavier, turning and bowing to her: Yes, your highness.
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To recount and have the information for future reference on what my vampire au ocs bites feel like:
Vamp! Vanilla: Her bite is akin to a mother's warm embrace while being fed cookies. Makes you instantly relax and fills your mouth with the taste of chocolate chip cookies.
Vamp! Xavier: His bite is a bit icy at first, but quickly makes you relaxed and sleepy. The area he bites you at becomes numb too, so you can barely feel it.
Vamp! Archie: Has the most intense bite unfortunately. You'll feel a sharp sting followed by a burning sensation.
Jasper: His bite makes you feel pure ecstasy. Nothing about it feels unpleasant. Makes sense why so many people like him lol.
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Vampire Vanilla and Jasper x Y/N snippet: Sensation
"Hey, cuties~ I just wanted to see what's got flame boy all flustered."
When you turned, you were met with the sight of Jasper, who had to be one of the prettiest men you've ever seen. You've met him before, but still found yourself captivated by him. Vanilla once told you that having an attractive aura was one of Jasper's powers. He was careful while approaching you, like Xavier. When he was standing in front of you, he gave you a wink.
"Hey, babe~ You're looking as cute as ever." Jasper is a natural flirt, so he's been flirting with you since day one. It felt nice to receive compliments from him.
"Are you thirsty, Jay?," Vanilla suddenly asked. He turned to her and shook his head. His lilac bangs settled messily above his eyes.
"Nah, I've recently had my fill, but I wouldn't be opposed to letting our cutie here experience my bite again if they want~"
He flashed you a small smile, exposing a fang. It had been a little while since you last felt Jasper's bite. It could be nice to experience what it felt like again. Your undead pastry chef lover silently asked you if this was okay with her eyes. When you nodded, she smiled and let Jasper gently take you by the shoulders. He moved your hair to expose your neck.
"Will this spot be okay?," He asked against the skin of your throat. The freckled vampire littered the side of your neck with kisses and playful nips, which caused you to relax against him.
"Yes, there is fine. Be gentle with them, please."
Having been given permission, Jasper hugged you to him before slowly sinking his fangs into you. You let out a gasp as a wave of pure ecstasy washed over you. It felt so nice. How could you forget about this sensation? A chuckle reverberated from Jasper. Sadly, it was over as soon as it began.
The lilac-haired vampire withdrew his fangs from your neck, then buried his face in it. "It felt good, yeah? That's how you make Vanilla and I feel~"
At the sound of her name, the pastry chef engulfed you from the front, so that you were sandwhiched between the two vampires. They both took turns kissing you on your face and neck.
"We love you, Y/N~," the two purred in unison.
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