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a018233 · 18 days

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can yu do Stalker! Joseph who takes photos of you as you sleep, and then takes them for “personal use” nutting to photos of you

—୨୧ Stalker Joseph headcannons .

cw: Yandere content, NSFW centered, stalking, Joseph is nasty, edging , GN reader.

A/N: yk what I'm thinking anon?.. that.. your a smart guy.. big brain.

• Joseph is enamored by you, he's already so obsessed with you that it makes his cold hunter heart plapitate uncontrollably at the thought of you!!

• He thought that he'd be content with stalking and admiring you from afar, but eventually that's not enough anymore.

• He wants-- needs more. More of you!!

• He thinks of you all the time, and when he isn't, he's developing photographs he took of you.

• So it's not that surprising when his thoughts take a not so innocent turn.

• Once these thoughts of him defilling your cute self, he can't stop him. He only gets more infatuated with you!!

• With how adorable you look, you're practically begging him ravage you. Right?

• Your like a pretty little doll ready to be tied up and posed in front of his camera, that's what your waiting for. Is it not?

• Taking photos from afar isn't enough. It doesn't satisfy him anymore.

• Eventually, Joseph finds himself in your room, camera in hand.

• This photographer wants to sink in between your legs so terribly so. He has to hold himself back from wanting to tear the covers off you.

• But you're lucky he's a gentleman and wishes to court you. He's willing to wait and play the long game.

• Till then, he'll settle for taking photos of you sleeping. Those photos of you doing mundane things don't do it for him anymore.

• Besides, being here. In your room, where he shouldn't be. Feels exhilarating.

• He'll take a few photos, run his hands from your waist, down to your thighs. Giving you a couple of cheek and jawline kisses before he bids you adieu.

• Joseph likes the look of you. He can't tell if it's the way you carry yourself or the fact you're a survivor. But something about you is so naive, innocent.

• An innocence he both wants to protect and corrupt.

• You're pure as a fresh snow, untouched. He cannot wait for the day he can call you his, and his alone.

Joseph wasn't one to touch himself like this. It's so unsavory, adulterated, and foul. But he can't stop the moans that slip from his mouth. This isn't his fault. It's yours. Your the one who looks so irresistible in these photos. He groans and whines, before stopping before he could climax. He can't cum, not when he has so much to think about.

Joseph takes his hand off his cock, his other hand carrying the photo he took of you tonight. Tonight was a treat. You must've had a rough match today, you didn't even bother to change into your sleepwear. You just settled for kicking off your clothes and hopping into bed. So cute. Joseph then changes his position, placing the photos flat onto bedding, adjusting himself so his dripping tip is leaking onto the softness of the bedding. He places his hand onto his dick, wishing it was you instead. His labored breaths fills the room as he pumps himself faster besides the usual pace he goes with. He pumps himself faster and faster until he cums. Cumming all over your photos and his bed, breathing heavily afterwards. He sighs before wiping his hands clean with his hankchief, shaking his head.

Oh, if only he could cum on your pretty face instead. Maybe inside your mouth instead, would you be a sweetheart and swallow? Or would you not be able to take it and spit it out? Oh well, he'll find out soon enough, and he'll be sure to immortalize those moments with his camera.

#yandere idv #idv x reader #yandere photographer #yandere identity v #yandere joseph desaulniers #joseph desaulniers x reader #idv smut #౨ৎ. photographer

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running-with-kn1ves · 1 year

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Walla....kn1ves....genius big brain yandere writer....i just (re)found your Yves work (im sure you saw me freak out in the tags lmao) if you have the time/energy/inspo pls i beg you for a speck, a crumb, a droplette, ANYTHING of my baby Yves x fem!reader. I'm not sure how specific is too specific but I have a truckload of daydreams and prompts for this man dc im down BAD BAD for the way you write him. I'm not sure if this is too specific of a request but can it be yves holding himself back constantly because he wants to *romance* the reader but its so obvious he's itching for more until one day he finally snaps and takes her (specifically him giving her his virginity and whoops maybe going crazy when he finds out she isnt one)? I'm just obsessed with his characterization and want to see him in a ton of situations and feeling/reacting to different things. The stern dom undertones his whole vibe has disguised by a friendly foreign guide 🥵 The drabble of him was sooooo good and such a tease of his personality, it's so enticing hahaha. If that prompt is no good or doesn't inspire you then anything else is fine and ofc if you have no inspiration for Yves at all then that's a-okay too!!! Thank you sooooo much for thinking up that beautiful man and sharing him with us!!! Hope you enjoy your holidays💞💞💞

A/N: Ugh I'm so sorry I took so long in answering 😭😭 I was gonna write like a whole piece but my time has been cut dramatically, so please accept this poor little piece!! I was honestly so overjoyed at seeing your tags, it makes me so happy to see people's reactions to my stuff ┗( T﹏T )┛I wish I could have more time to write for this because I love the concept, I'm a huge fan of the "mysterious foreign guide who's just a little too friendly" kind of trope. Thank you so much for your support anon and I hope you enjoy this!! OG piece here for any of you nerds!

TW: Kidnapping, implied dubcon/noncon, manipulation

It wasn’t hard to notice Yve’s shift in behavior. Well, this shift out of many. When you first met him, he gave off a kind, well-meaning but nervous vibe. He did his best to show you around, to make you comfortable and converse with you in english to the best of his knowledge. That kind persona shifted into something more… desperate; obsessive, once he brought you back to his apartment. He was still kind, still well-meaning and observant to your needs. He apologized profusely when you got upset from how he kept you from leaving, promising that you weren’t missing anything important in class and that he could show you real culture instead! What could you learn from a textbook that would be better than seeing the country itself?

But time and time again, Yves made excuses to keep you inside, to make you stay by his side whether through photoshoots or studying, with him as your “teacher”. You had to learn the basics before taking such a “big” step out into his country, right? Unfortunately for you, Yve’s only taught information on the most trivial subjects. From words like “textbook” to “glass”, you were able to make meaningless sentences that wouldn’t serve you well in conversing with native speakers outside of Yve’s little apartment. Sure, it might help you occasionally, but it got you no where closer to understanding Yve’s rushed mumbling and incoherent rambling.

With your sudden move to his apartment and his new change in conduct, Yves had slowly become less generous. He didn’t make as much of an effort to talk in english anymore, and made far less points to explain himself. You couldn’t tell what caused this new change-- a change that you were soon starting to accept as Yves showing his true colors. The man was still attentive to your needs, still caring and kind-- but the posessiveness that had slipped out almost entirely seemed to be taking hold. And while you’d think that a growing obsession would make it more beneficial to you-- it in fact, made your difficulty increase tenfold. Yves began to direct you on what you should wear, when you should eat, what you should do for the day.

Not only that, but his attentiveness to…more intimate needs were far more prevalent as well. Whether it was bathing, or the need that pulsed between your legs, Yve’s was there to try and take care of it. You pushed him away multiple times, awkwardly trying to tell him that you were fine-- but it never seemed to stick. He always just looked at you with a tilted, confused expression, muttering in his native tongue as if he didn’t understand. So when the foreign guide began to sleep next to you instead of the cot on the floor, and began to press his morning erection agaist your backside sleepily, you knew your protests weren’t having any effect.

You would have walked right out of that teensy apartment the moment you felt he didn’t listen-- if you weren’t so afraid. If you weren’t afraid of the loaded handgun in his locked nightstand drawer, or how easily he could destroy your life at your new university-- which he mentioned offhand multiple times in a casual manner-- you would have walked out. The power he held against you, a foreign student with failing grades and no money, was too much for you to ignore. So, you decided to bide you time. It was only a matter of weeks until he got bored with you, you decided. But his new actions didn’t seem to prove that.

In fact, the lustful, mischievous look he gave you that evening was the complete opposite. His scrawny frame jumped atop yours, hooking his hands behind your neck and leaning in to try and kiss you. He had planned an unusually fancy dinner, lighting candles you had never seen in his apartment before and bringing a bottle of wine with some italian takeout. You tried to question him about the mound of pillows and blankets on his balcony, the sudden romantic lighting, but the male only gave you a broad statement on how it was a “celebration” of sorts.

Yves’ sudden prowling mood after dinner wasn’t a complete shock-- considering you felt his eyes on you the entire evening-- but it still caught you a tad off guard. You tried to reject him, to push him away after each kiss, but it was done with such little effort and such great fear that you stayed silent once he muttered in an annoyed tone in his own language. Yves took your silence as a surrender, friskily lowering his hand under your shirt to caress your abdomen. He rambled against your flesh in half-english as he kissed you up and down, not afraid to let out vocal little noises of pleasure, or grunts of satisfaction ones he heard your breath hitch or a hum of desire come from your lips.

But it wasn’t until he uttered a sentence with a familiar word, did you actually reply to him. You recognized the term from messing around with your friends, when you jokingly learned dirty words from your textbooks and the internet to use when you finally entered the country. You never expected to actually utilize them unless you went to a club or bar and happened to meet someone. One of those words, was ‘virgin.’ A more tame term compared to the bunch you had memorized, but one that you and your friends had idiotically decided to research. Though, it seemed your stupid endeavors had paid off.

As Yves repeated himself, you began to understand the sentence a bit more. The man was seeming to imply… you were a virgin? Something about you both no longer virgin-ing? Maybe he was saying that he was going to ‘virgin’ you? You couldn’t figure out what he was trying to say, only mustering up the courage to poorly explain your sexual status to him, first in english and then in a broken version of his language. You tried to repeat yourself, thinking you might have said your statement wrong-- but Yve’s shocked expression and sudden lack of kisses seemed to prove you wrong.

“You have…. Sex?” Yve put a hand to his mouth, eyes begging you to respond.

“Uh….yes?” You said with an awkward expression; you hoped he was asking what you thought.

Yve’s let out a choked gasp, looking as if you had crushed his heart in your palm.

He looked down, voice cracking as he mumbled something incoherent, and likely not understandable to you in the first place.

“I….I i’m sorry?” You tried to apologize, seeing how shaken Yves had become at finding out you weren’t as inexperienced as he. Despite his eagerness, you could tell he was new to trying to initiate something you had already grown long accustomed to, new to being so intimate. It was actually in part of his eagerness that you realized he wasn’t of the same sexual history. He was full of anticipation and desire, throwing caution and logic to the wind to fulfill what he had read in books and seen in films.

Yves seemed to treasure the act of losing ones virginity far more than you had-- but you had only noticed it now. The candlelit dinner, the mood-fitting music-- your first experience was nowhere near as romantic.

Yves seemed shaken, his low, almost sob-filled words growing heavier. He grew more aggressive, seeming to realize something now that he had processed this unexpected news. He had assumed you were just as much of an amateur as him-- that he’d be the one to “deflower” you in an act of passionate romance-- a bubble fantasy that had just been popped. But the male realized-- if he couldn’t have his desired outcome, he’d have to make due with what he had. Which was to make sure you’d fall to your knees, experiencing the best night of ‘passion’ that would make you never want to crawl to another man again.

He was going to claim you-- to make it so those nights you spent with others never counted.

You could only understand a fifth of what Yves breathily moaned into your mouth, once again jumping your bones though this time much more roughly. Before you could say anything further you had felt his quick hands unbutton your pants, his own thrown to the floor. He didn’t listen as you begged him to atleast let you move to the bed, where you would no longer be visible to prying eyes on the balcony. But he didn’t care-- Yves had already taken off his shirt, intent on ripping yours away too. He didn’t care anymore if this wasn’t going to be special for the reason he expected-- he was going to make sure you would be left with a night you wouldn’t forget.

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fishermanshook · 3 months

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ASK: Please do yan!joseph x reader smut .. and itd be good if he likes to degrade u as well because hes an aristocrat and his ego is too high lol and his pride can't accept the fact he's in love with a normal person so he tries not to show his love.. feel free to decline this req btw love u take care

LOVE TASTE! (yan!photographer x gn!reader)

# MINOR WRITING SMUT ⚠️ , reader is a consenting individual , I do NOT do this man justice sorry annon , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

Joseph Desaulniers is an aristocratic man who believes he only deserves the best of the best. An arrogant fool who takes pity on lower-class civilians. But you only find hypocrisy laced in his voice, as he finds himself falling for you out of all people.

Maybe “falling” isn’t the right word here. No, he is drowning in your being completely. You don’t understand the lengths he’s taken (and will take) to ensure you stay by him.

You shouldn’t have gotten close to the man, shouldn’t have let your heart get tangled in his web of lies. Now, he won’t let you go. Not when he’s fucking you in his lap, whispering degrading words as he slams your hips down on his cock. Let’s recap, shall we?

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You're not sure where this "crush" came from, just that it was the undeniable cause of your flustered state when you met him eye to eye. Whether it be in an intense race to the dungeon or the manor's very own Greenhouse, you've found yourself in the Photographer ever elusive presence.

He's so kind to you, so gentle that you can forget he's a Hunter altogether. Although, Joseph is starting to become a popular topic for conversation, and not for good reasons. Survivors always knew he was a skilled fencer, but his blade has become sharper. He's harsher with his strokes than before. There is no pity left in his cruel jabs as all sympathy has been ringed out. It seems that you're the only one sparred from this issue. To you though, his blade misses more often than not and seems duller around the edges.

It seems that this was only the start of the Survivor's problems, as more started presenting themselves during matches. Win streaks are broken and more losses take their place in exchange. The Hunters on the other hand rejoice in the continuous win the Photographer brings to the table. Not that he cares though, as all of these were for you.

The Photographer's reasoning for his newfound win steak has been because of you. Joseph doesn't deem any of those peasants competition as he knows he's better than them. Still, his blood boils with jealousy whenever he notices you chatting with one of them. He hopes that by losing any compassion for the Survivors (and their dreadful situation), he can isolate you from anyone he deems as "unfit" for your attention.

This man will do a lot of things to keep his darling away from the others. Resorting to threats passed underneath the dinner table. The sick little bastard gets off on how their eyes widen with surprise and fear. Some try to fight back, but Joseph is smarter than that.

LOVEBOMBS YOU. (I can see him doing this sorry ya'll)

Threats and violence in the manor only get him so far, and the Photographer starts telling you sick and twisted lies in hopes of isolating you from your peers. They're all so mean to you, he hears them snicker behind the curtains and poke at your name and title. He makes sure to show them a lesson by bleeding them out during the match, which isn't a lie. In turn, his lies become your truth. If the other Survivors weren't distancing themselves from you before, you made sure of it now.

Joseph confesses to you soon enough, now that you solely rely on him. Why not just become a Hunter at this point? He'd think you'd look lovely with a sword in your hands, you being dead or alive isn't the point. Finally, you're his and his alone. He won't let anyone take or hurt you ever again.

Which brings you to where you are now. It started innocent, really, but now is not the time for that. These walls can only hold so much noise. Joseph’s hand helps a bit, but the way he meets your hips with his thrusts sends shocks throughout your body.

“Stay quiet brat, your melodies are for my ears and my ears only,” Joseph whispers in your ear, he’s come so far to have you. No one else should be allowed to hear your beautiful moans. (Or how his name falls from your mouth so perfectly.)

You're so tight around him that Joseph doesn’t know how much longer Joseph will last. You end up coming before him, coating his dick in your essence as he continues to slam into you. The Photographer soon follows suit, letting his cum fill you to the brim.

“Such a slut for my cock, so don’t think I’ll be letting you leave this room until I’m finished." He says with a quick kiss on your cheeks before sliding back in.

note: hi so I can’t write degrading shit to save my life so I’m sorry 😭 also this was my first Hunter fic along side with my first smut fic in a while so please bare with me…

also annon I saw your other ask and honestly don’t worry about it, if you’d never sent in that ask I don’t know if I would ever end writing for Hunters so thank you for your contribution 😊

(2024)©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform

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h20milk · 13 days

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i'll be your sick duality.

#perfect love vn #perfectlovevn #milo fanart #milo #milo change #yandere #my art #2024 #HAHAAAAAAAAA i love thinking abt his animal motifs. its good.#you cant really tell but milo m is holding polaroids ! incriminating photographs! that he took himself ofc ofc #anger can become so twisted can't it?

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elryuse · 10 days

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Yandere Hanni?

Ruined Photos

YANDERE HANNI X MALE READER

The flash from Y/n's camera seemed to momentarily blind Jisoo, a rising starlet with a face like an angel. She blinked, momentarily disoriented, the perfect pout she'd been holding dissolving. Then, a shriek tore through the studio. Jisoo's stylist, a woman perpetually on the verge of a breakdown, rushed at her, face pale.

"The strap! It's broken!" she wailed, frantically trying to cover Jisoo's chest with a flimsy scrap of fabric. The near-wardrobe malfunction sent a jolt of nervous energy through the crew. Y/n, ever the professional, apologized profusely, his brow furrowed in concern. This was the third "accident" in a month.

It had all started subtly. A misplaced earring here, a strategically undone zipper there. Now, full-blown wardrobe malfunctions were plaguing Y/n's photoshoots, all featuring the hottest female idols in Korea. The whispers started – "cursed camera," "bad luck Y/n." His once booming career was starting to sputter.

Meanwhile, Hanni, the Kpop goddess, the woman Y/n had known since her awkward debut days, watched from the sidelines, a manic glint in her usually playful eyes. She'd seen the way other girls – Jisoo included – fluttered their eyelashes at Y/n during shoots. The way their laughter lingered a touch too long after a shared joke. It ignited a cold fury within her, a possessive fire that threatened to consume her.

One evening, after another disastrous shoot with a pouty idol named Seulgi, Y/n slumped onto his couch, the weight of his failing career pressing down on him. His phone buzzed – a text from Hanni. "Feeling down, sunshine photographer?" it read. A small smile tugged at his lips. Hanni was always there for him, a beacon of light in his dark days.

He drove to her apartment, the familiar scent of jasmine incense greeting him as he entered. Hanni, clad in a baggy sweater and sweatpants, a stark contrast to her usual glamorous persona, was curled up on the couch, a tub of ice cream in hand.

"H-hey," Y/n said softly, concern etched on his face. Hanni offered him a spoonful of ice cream, her smile strained. "Everything's going to be alright, Y/n," she said, her voice a low murmur. "I'll help you, I promise."

The "help" came in unexpected ways. Hanni, known for her shrewd business sense, used her connections to secure him private shoots with high-end brands. He photographed her exclusively, their dynamic shifting from professional to…something more. He found himself drawn to the intensity in her eyes, the way she clung to him after shoots, a silent plea in her touch.

Slowly, subtly, Hanni began isolating him. "Those shoots are beneath you," she'd say, her voice laced with a possessiveness he couldn't quite place. "You deserve better. You deserve me." He, drowning in the warmth of her affection after the cold shoulder from the industry, readily agreed.

One night, after a particularly grueling shoot, Hanni led him to a secluded cabin in the woods. It was supposed to be a getaway, a chance to unwind. But the isolation gnawed at Y/n. He missed the camaraderie of the crew, the thrill of a new project. He tried to suggest going back, but Hanni's smile turned brittle.

"Why would you want to leave, Y/n?" she asked, her voice tight. "Don't you see? We're perfect here. Just you and me."

The final blow came when he found a hidden box in the cabin – newspaper clippings about the "accidents" on his shoots, meticulously documented. The realization hit him like a physical blow – Hanni was behind it all. He confronted her, his voice shaking with a mixture of fear and betrayal.

Hanni's eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now cold and calculating. "I had to," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "They were all trying to take you away from me. But you're mine, Y/n. Mine forever."

The cabin became his gilded cage. He was a famous photographer, yes, but only to Hanni's world. The outside world knew him as her personal chronicler, a mere extension of her carefully crafted image. He yearned for the freedom of his old life, but the fear in Hanni's eyes whenever he mentioned leaving kept him chained to her side.

He photographed her beauty, her sadness, her rage, all the while a prisoner of her twisted love. The flash from his camera no longer captured fleeting moments, but a chilling reality. A reality where the line between love and obsession had blurred beyond recognition, Y/n finished his internal monologue with a heavy sigh. He stared out the cabin window, watching the sun dip below the tree line, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. A pang of longing shot through him, a yearning for the bustling city life he'd left behind.

Suddenly, Hanni materialized beside him, her eyes gleaming with a manic intensity. "What are you thinking about, sunshine photographer?" she purred, her voice laced with a sweetness that sent shivers down his spine.

Y/n forced a smile. "Just admiring the view," he lied, his gaze flickering away from hers. He couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth – that he missed the freedom, the creativity of working with different artists.

As if sensing his turmoil, Hanni cupped his face in her soft hands, her touch sending a conflicting wave of warmth and unease through him. "Don't worry, Y/n," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "We have everything we need here. Each other."

The possessiveness in her voice was undeniable, a stark contrast to the playful Hanni he once knew. He wanted to argue, to tell her he craved more, but the fear that flickered in her eyes, a fear of losing him, silenced him. He couldn't bear to see that spark of light extinguish completely.

Later that night, nestled in her arms, a sudden idea struck him. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way to salvage some semblance of his career within the confines of his gilded cage.

The next morning, he approached Hanni with a tentative proposal. "How about," he began cautiously, "we create a new concept for your next comeback? Something raw, emotional, shot entirely here in the cabin?"

Hanni's eyes widened in surprise, then a slow smile spread across her face. "A love story, shot by your loving boyfriend?" she said, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Interesting."

Y/n elaborated on his vision, weaving a narrative of passionate, all-consuming love set against the backdrop of their isolated cabin life. He poured his longing for a normal career into creating a masterpiece, a testament to their "unique" bond.

Hanni listened intently, her possessiveness morphing into a twisted kind of excitement. When he finished, she threw her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. "Yes, Y/n," she breathed. "This is perfect. We'll show the world the power of our love."

The photoshoot was intense, charged with an underlying current of fear and obsession. Y/n pushed Hanni to her emotional limits, capturing a vulnerability she'd never shown before. The final product was breathtaking – a series of haunting photographs that laid bare the raw, unfiltered essence of Hanni's love for him.

The comeback was a mega-hit. Fans devoured the concept, praising Hanni's emotional depth and Y/n's masterful storytelling through the lens. He became known as "Hanni's Muse," his career tethered solely to her.

Y/n never regained his old freedom, but he found a twisted satisfaction in his work. He was a prisoner, yes, but a highly respected one. He documented Hanni's every whim, every desire, his camera a constant reminder of the beautiful, terrifying world he now inhabited. He was forever bound to the woman who loved him with a passion as all-consuming as it was deranged. He was Hanni's, and Hanni's alone, forever trapped in the gilded cage of her love.

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digenerate-trash · 3 months

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False safety:

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Jordan -

Jordan has a desire to save you. When he first lays eyes on you you're so close to being lost in the darkness of this town and it's up to them to save you.

Jordan knows that it's wrong to play favorites but you're new to the temple. And who better to show you around but his best and purest initiate? He sends you to Sydney right away.

You're oh so sweet when you tend to the church. Organizing books and helping other initiates clean the rooms. Though Jordan likes seeing you tend to the garden the most. The care you put into it. The sweat on your brow as you work. Your face flushes red as you admire your work. He's happy to see you doing everything you can to help.

When someone offers you a cup of wine he quickly intervenes. Nothing can happen to you on his watch. Nothing can ever happen to you...

Jordan finds himself offering you lodging. Make sure to prepare your meals.

Even steering away your caretaker when he comes around looking for you.

Jordan keeps you safe. He likes it better that way. Even when the day has been rough he talks to you. Long hours neglecting his duty to care for you and your needs.

Jordan wants to keep you pure and safe. It becomes an obsession.

He removes you from school. He hides you away deep in the temple. The other initiates barely see you.

Jordan even gives you a new name. He calls you "lamb" and the other temple members quickly adopt it for you as well.

You barely see Sydney anymore... only during service or special occasions.

Jordan of course keeps you entertained and happy. Even if you aren't allowed to leave anymore he grabs you whatever you need.

Jordan Even gets you little gifts woven items gold jewelry trinkets and rare things. He presents them to you carefully. He loves how you examine each piece.

Jordan shares his prayers with you. He whispers them in your ear and holds you close as he wishes for the future. His life. The temple. All good things- he could never pray for harm...

But he also confesses things to you. Things you wish you could un-hear Jordan's worries and fears. His faith and how it shakes when he sees you. How much his love has changed him. How he fears he's wasted years worshiping the wrong God.

Jordan only knows the temple and the love he feels for his God.

But now that God is you.

Charlie -

Charlie likes you pure! He does. He prefers it when you're not all over him. Because he's a closet weirdo.

Charlie likes it when you show up on time. Neat and clean and happy.

In class always professional. Keeps up his reputation. He helps you with your posture and keeps his distance nothing too intimate. He doesn't play favorites or make anything awkward. You trust him.

He gets you well-paying jobs. He treats you nicely. He even replaces your dancing shoes when he finds out your old ones are improper.

He's your coach. And your friend.

But at night he's entirely different. He pays Bailey for shots of you. He heads to the brothel on his off days and wears a mask as he watches you. Of course, you would waste your talents here...

He even pays for a room with you just to blindfold and fuck you ruthlessly.

He thought that would be it. But stalking you in his off time becomes a bit of a habit.

Charlie won't outright say he has an obsession with you. He won't even admit it's a crush. But he does end up staying longer nights at the brothel when he knows you working. ✦•····················································•✦•···················································•✦

Darryl -

Darryl wants you safe. They always wanted you safe ever since they met you.

Darryl becomes protective and frightened for you as soon as they meet you. They cling to you like nothing else and keep your working hours long but not particularly hard.

Darryl keeps creeps away from you. Even banning them from the strip club if they go too far

The dancers consider you Darrl's little sibling. They're always beside you while you tend the bar and work together

Darryl even slips you their tips as well. They don't want you to head to Bailey empty-handed.

Darryl never wants anything to happen to you. So they keep you so close it's a bit suffocating.

Darryl wants you to work somewhere where you won't be accosted and harassed... but then how would they keep an eye on you? ✦•····················································•✦•···················································•✦

Sam -

Sam knows.

Sam knows it's your "cream" that keeps the bakery running but is in deep denial.

Sam licks the bowl and knows the taste. He's no stranger to this freakish town. He's bought from Remy before he knows the taste...

But you? You're so innocent. You would never...

So Sam stays in denial. But he still eats the cream buns. He still licks the bowl he still looks over you as you try to act innocent. Face blushing your heart beating out of your chest. He'll look over the kitchen before leaving you to do your work again.

Sam loves that you're so dedicated. You work so hard that you make sure to clean up after yourself. And you always come to work happy.

Sam loves that for you but once you decide to let the secret out. He can't deny it anymore. He can't pretend you're just some talented baker... he has to face what you are.

At first, it seems like he takes it well. "The secrets out" he laughs before steadily moving on. But it bothers him.

He still keeps you around... he lets you work how you like. He doesn't want to hurt his business after all.

Eventually, Sam get more hands-on with your baking. He wants the best product after all. He helps you get off he pushes you far beyond your limits just to get everything out of you.

He starts calling you a cash cow as a nickname.

It's a little mean-spirited but he says you owe him this.

Sam thinks you owe him a lot... ✦•····················································•✦•···················································•✦

Niki -

Niki is so happy to have a new muse! And they aren't shy about it either.

After about two months of mediocre models and no excitement, it's fun to have you around.

You're full of life and you're beautiful. Your body is a marvel and Niki is going to capture every angle of it.

Niki loves your posters every time they make a new one they are so eager to show it off. They just want the world to know about their little muse.

they’ve seen creep shots of you. Images where you're passed out. Videos of you being molested or raped.

they feel for you... but they are also horrified by the lack of artistry put into them

Niki will spend hours with you recreating those horrific photographs and videos to make them more suited to you. Niki is spending hours making sure to get every angle and detail correct

Of course, sometimes Niki will go too far. If you're not scared enough he'll instruct other models to hurt you. Hold you down more. Or to go rougher than agreed. It's all about getting your emotions on film after all. And everyone knows authenticity shows up much better.

They never take your complaints seriously. You just don't understand how important this is. When you see the final product you'll be grateful they pushed you.

At the end of the day though Niki will wrap you up in silk sheets and pet you so sweetly they'll say you were such a good model you did everything right.

And when Niki shows off their collection of you in their folders you'll see that Niki favors the ones where you're frightened or in pain.

Niki will show off the album with stars in their eyes. Running their fingers along every photograph outlining your perfect features.

Niki doesn't think they'll ever get bored of you

#jordan the pious #Charlie the dance coach #darryl the club owner #sam the cafe owner #niki the photographer #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #tw stalking #tw rape #tw molestation #tw body fulids #no i will not do morgan. hes been a terrible boy.

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merakiui · 1 year

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Now I just want to about your thoughts of Trey cuckolding Riddle's s/o

Trey understands better than anyone that Riddle is not the easiest to deal with. He extends his sympathies to you once you're in a relationship with Riddle. It can be stressful with all of the rules and expectations Riddle holds over your head, obsessively sculpting you to fit his criteria for perfection. And while Trey does occasionally lessen the blow (soothing and reminding Riddle to keep a level head before he levels yours for very minor, insignificant infractions), he'd rather not parent him over every little thing. Riddle's responsible; he can take care of his own relationships. But when he can't...

That's why Trey is here to give you relief. It starts small; he asks if you'd like to help him in the kitchen preparing Unbirthday treats. Baking will surely help you relax after being tugged along on an invisible leash, suffering Riddle's tyranny all in the name of love. Trey bakes at the most convenient times. It's always when Riddle's occupied with his studies or out of the dorm on account of Housewarden duties, but isn't that just a clever confectionary calculation orchestrated by a certain Mr. Clover? :)

Trey can tell himself he isn't trying to be intentional when he intervenes like this (a sugared lie), but can you really blame him? This isn't a competition (Riddle is clearly the winner because he has you), and he knows better than to compare himself and Riddle. But what is it you see in his high-strung friend that keeps you coming back for more? Surely you're aware that Trey is bigger, has more stamina, is physically stronger... Well, those qualities may be superficial if you aren't someone searching for appearances. Beyond that, he's sweet, attentive, and patient. He is, in all aspects, husband material. If you were with Trey, he would work through disagreements in a civil manner with a sweet smile and plenty of pastries to praise you after he's finished gaslighting you into submission. Riddle will only collar you, yell at you, grow frustrated with you... And if you're really thinking long-term, Trey's family is so perfect. They're as sweet as the strawberry tarts they bake. And what will Riddle offer? A wickedly bitter prison warden for a mother.

Trey bakes in close proximity with you. He has an apron prepared for you, tailored to your exact measurements, and he always chooses to tie the bow in the back himself rather than simply using magic to do the work for him. He spends a long time behind you, his hands almost ghosting over your hips, while he stalls with easy conversation. He's drawing away before you can come to the realization that he's too close for comfort. When baking, he brushes past you, teases you, acts like the two of you are a couple bantering over recipes (which is just your usual friendship, but in the kitchen even friends can be thrown into the oven and emerge as lovers). He knows what he's doing when he rolls his sleeves up, when he kneads dough, when he licks his finger and swipes flour from your cheek with a playful smirk, when he holds the spoon for you to lick, his eyes drawn to the way your tongue darts out to gather thick frosting.

Trey builds sexual tension much like how he prepares layers in a cake. Each step is meticulous, every fondant flower and sparkling sprinkle adorning the smooth surface of the cake with immense precision. It takes time and effort; it's a waiting game that he'll gladly play. He knows how to be patient. Unlike Riddle, he can adore imperfections. After all, it's cute when you make a mistake in the kitchen and you turn hopefully to him for guidance. He loves baking with you. He'd love even more to fuck you for the amount of time it takes for the cake in the oven to bake. Alas, he can settle for cornering you in the kitchen, allowing your embarrassment to rise before he merely flashes you that bashful, boyish grin and reaches up to grab a bowl from the shelf.

In the kitchen, you and Trey appear to be more than just friends when he crafts tension so expertly. Beyond the kitchen, you return to being Riddle's lover and the delicious dream he confines himself in promptly shatters. But this is okay. There will always be an Unbirthday party, which calls for sweets, and Trey is the resident baker in need of his cute sous-chef.

He'll comfort you when he has you pinned to the counter after the two of you have exchanged more than a few heated kisses, assuring you that Riddle doesn't have to know about this. It will be a sugar secret between the both of you. You look so desperate, so torn between him and Riddle. Trey's fingers curl under your chin to guide your eyes to his. He smiles at you and tells you, rather simply, that he can kiss you much deeper than Riddle ever can, all while his hand rests upon your belly, estimating a measure of just how many inches of him you'll take.

Riddle is a good textbook boyfriend. Trey can be better, and unlike Riddle he always strays from the page.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #n/sfw #tw: cucking #i love trey because i can use baking metaphors when i write for him and he's also very attractive #his forearms... orz orz #i need him so carnally orz #heartslabyul soap opera but it's trey cucking riddle during every baking session he has with you #while cater records and photographs it all to use for very fun blackmail~~#you think trey and riddle hold all of the cards? think again because it's cay cay who's ready to slay slay everyone's relationships >:)

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trulytiredhermit · 1 year

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No wait this is actually quite hilarious.

What if instead of the reader meeting the chain like the usual, like the chain stumbling infront of a portal and see the reader getting pulled out from the said portal or the chain stumbling across an unconscious reader or something.

What if the reader, after getting sucked into a portal and having a little breakdown because, they don't know where they are.. what kind of isekai bull**** is this and such, yes, they know Linked universe, they've read the comic and they've seen the games, probably have also played the games, and the reader is walking through a town and something, and only then do they meet the chain.

BUT, Wild asks the reader if they could take a picture of him or something like that, don't know if the sheikah slate could actually do that but if they don't then lets pretend it does.

And let me tell you, the way the reader pictured them is.. interesting.

They knelt to the ground, they suggested poses, they've done different angles, no they aren't even done just yet.

They walked behind some objects like a plant and used that to add in beauty, they used the damn leaves and it was blurred infront of the picture in the corner.

They tip-toed, they slightly tilted the camera.

The other members of the chain that was doing something else was now watching in interest, and all pictures were different and unique from the others, but they all have one thing in common.

They were all beautiful and was done with effort, effort is an understatement though.

And they even told Wild this after taking the pictures while they checked his reaction as he slides through the pictures:

"So, are these good? I'm willing to retake it if you don't like it"

Okay but like imagine…..

A photographer Reader

But one who will do ANYTHING for that one good photo.

I’m talking leaning off a cliff side, holding onto the safety railing with one hand.

Hanging down haphazardly from a tree branch just to get that one amazing shot of the forest scenery.

Jumping into a lake no questions asked because they liked the way the sun was shining off the water, but they wanted to be closer to the surface of the water. No second thoughts at all as to what might’ve been in the water.

Like they think for one photo that fire would really add to the aesthetic, maybe for lighting or something? And so they just go “aight start a fire my dudes, go wild. We’ll figure out how to put it out when the times comes.”

But this idea is so cute honestly and it can be seen in both ways (non-yandere chain and a yandere chain).

And I know in Wind's era he did get a camera and I believe in the BOTW Champions Ballad DLC there was a photographer in it, so the major thing that surprises the Chain is that Reader knows how to work Wild's Sheikah Slate (since it's like a phone. And you're right! The Sheikah Slate does take pictures!)

So, like as soon as Reader is just like oh sure and takes the sheikah slate and uses it to take pictures, I could just imagine Wild beginning to explain how to use it and he has the camera function pulled up and Reader just holds up a hand like "It's a touch screen my dude, I got this."

And then yeah, Reader's suggesting poses and pointing at different places like: "Could you go over there, the lightings better. Oh! and lean against there, yeah! Now look off to the side a little bit and smile but don't make it forced. Just, like, smile like you're seeing your best friend. Perfect!"

And of course, as you said, other members of the Chain take notice of this and how Reader seems to be able to use the sheikah slate without ANY guidance; they get curious now and start to come over.

Then Reader just ropes them into the picture too: "Oh you guys are friends? Cool, stand next to him, you're in this picture now too."

Like Reader trying to play it off that they know them because of the games and the Linked Universe comics, but it's too late: the Chain are already interested in Reader.

So, the pictures get done and the Chain is looking over the photos Reader just took in awe of how good and professional they look, and they just have to ask Reader questions; they've got so many (especially Wild and Wind since they've used cameras before).

They're all asking Reader how they knew how to do this, how they knew where and how to pose. But most importantly the more wary members of the Chain are wanting to know just how Reader knew how to use the sheikah slate (aka Time, Legend, Warriors).

Cue Reader going through a mental crisis of "Oh shizz, I f'ed up. RED ALERT RED ALERT!!" Because the Chain aren't going to drop that question and they won't be letting Reader go until it gets answered (they especially won't be letting Reader just leave if they were in a different era than Wild's).

Course Reader would have to spill the beans then and explain how it was like a phone to them ("I mean it's like a touch screen, like my phone..." "What's a touch screen?" "WHAT'S A PHONE!?!") and eventually it gets out that Reader also came from the portal and that they weren't from there (Now does Reader explain the games and the comics? NO, these boys do NOT need another mental crisis on a Monday).

So, once the boys hear that, Reader's adopted into the Chain (Did they get a choice? No. You come through portal: you join the Chain. Them's the rules). And hey since Reader is going to be traveling with the Chain, then why not ask them to take pictures from time to time. Or why not begin to ask them about their world/era.

One thing leads to another over the course of the time that Reader travels with the Chain; the Chain just fall for Reader. It was just a matter of time really.

But Reader best hope to find a way home before the Chain fall too hard and refuse to let them leave.

*(Also just want to say, I could see this tying into the cosplayer au: Cosplayers know how to take good photos.)

#Chromonomatic #Trulytiredhermit #Linked Universe #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #photographer au

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alienkitty259 · 28 days

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#degrees of lewdity #niki the photographer #morgan the sewer dweller #winter the history teacher #whitney the bully #night monster #bailey the caretaker #briar the brothel owner #sirris the science teacher #harper the doctor #remy the farmer #jordan the priest #ivory wraith #dol #yandere

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2-dsimp · 1 month

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Yandere Spin-offs

Introducing the photographer

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(Bimbo Fem reader!)

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Cw: 🔞MDNI🔞 mutual masterbation, praise, degradation, coercion, dubious consent, thighjob, cum facial, slight humiliation

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Yandere photographer who asks you upfront to model for him in exchange for a hefty fee. Handing you his business card with his name and address in fine print. His name was Covu, he had dark messy wavy hair which covered his tacky circular glasses showcasing dull emerald green eyes. While his body adorned casual baggy clothing with a professional camera slung across his lean shoulder.

Truth be told Covu had his eyes on you for awhile now, so he knew your day by day schedule. From the countless stakeouts outside your job working as a retail worker. With his prized scrapbook dedicated to you, he jotted down everything from your little quirks, habits, to the overall actions you did throughout the day from the photographs he took of you every instance he gets. And from what he already gathered you fell under the ditzy bimbo category who was so sweet and yet so stupidly naive. The perfect match for him.

The photographer couldn’t help but grow enamored with you in every type of way. From your soft sweet curves to your adorable smile and especially from how you make his hands itch with the urge to take candle lit photographs of you in 69 different lewd positions. So today was the day he approached his lovely model, Covu made sure to take extra care in grooming himself to seem like an functional human being just for you. Even though he still looked like a hot bum he was at the very least a presentable one.

“Hey if you’re ever interested in modeling for me. Ring me up and I’ll pay you however much you’re willing to receive”

Covu’s voice was small but blunt and straight to the point as he stared intensely at you trying to burn the sight of his future private model into his lecherous cold eyes. But before he could turn away to head somewhere else to let you think about it, he was abruptly stopped by a short tug of his arm sleeves.

His heart thumped loudly at the sight of you looking criminally cute. As you brightly accepted the offer from a stranger such as himself right off the bat without any care for your self preservation. Licking his lips he couldn’t help but hide the ravenous smirk that spread from ear to ear at your innocent response.

He could feel artblock magically vanish as artistic inspiration began brewing in his mind all thanks to his dearest bimbo of a model. And boy did he have a lot of ideas in mind so best believe he was going to take advantage and put you to work.

"Oh fuck...you're so fucking sexy. Pose just like that for me."

He mumbled under his breath, his delirious green eyes fixated on your enchanting body as you put on the lingerie. You had agreed to model for him under the pretense that the photos will be used for the catalogue of Victoria secret. Diligently he snapped pictures of you from every delightful angle, paying no mind to the tent he was pitching in his baggy sweats. Until Covu couldn't resist the urge to touch himself, his slender hand palming the bulge as he kept his attention on you.

It was time to have you switch positions,

"Now... For this photo shoot we’re focusing on a erotic theme so I need you to start touching yourself down here babe."

Covu uttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to keep himself under control. The temptation of making you his was driving him crazy. As he reached out and guide your hand to your scantily clothed pussy, from observing your confused expression his fingers trailing over your skin as he gave you a tiny devilish smile. From seeing how flustered you were, oh you were just so endearing he couldn’t help but want to tease you even more.

"Yes that’s it work your fingers and follow the natural curves of your body...don't be afraid to explore. Hmm? Why’s my dick out you say? Well that’s to get the sexy mood going on. I am a pro after all and I want to get only the perfect shots”

He announced shamelessly his voice calm and steady as he furiously jerked off at the sight of you obediently touching yourself as per his detailed instructions. Skillfully multitasking between getting nice shots of you in revealing outfits as he continued to work both you and himself into completion. Feeling himself teetering off the edge Covu gritted his teeth and got closer to you, his cock throbbing with need as he jerked off over your body. You both moaned out loud in his art studio unable to hold back any longer.

He watched with foggy glasses as you laid there breathless your juices dripping down your legs. While his mind was consumed with pornographic images of you covered in rivers of his pearly white cum. Taking extra care to examine the thick globs of his cum sticking on your cheeks as it began to slide down. And without saying a word he gently crouched down in front of you shrugging his camera to the side as he angled your blissed out face towards his giving you a sleazy mean smirk.

“You look gorgeous all glammed up in my cum doll but snap out of it. We still got tons of photoshoots to do”

Covu cooed lazily as he relished the sight of you trying to gather your bearing but ultimately failing when he pressed his cold lips against the column of your neck. Leaving a kiss mark on your skin before pressing his forehead against yours staring deep into your eyes as he said in a soft commanding tone.

“Now for this next photo shoot I want to see you on all fours. Presenting yourself to me like the cute little slut you are.”

Once as you got into position, Covu wasted no time in slotting himself behind you under the pretense of fixing your posture via his long. Yanking his sweats down to sandwich his weeping hard long dick between your sweaty plush thighs. Rutting against you in fluid strokes, he made sure to bump the tip of his throbbing cock against your clothed budding clit. Taking out his phone, he recorded your lewd expressions as he messaged and groped at your jiggling fat tits with his other hand.

“Cmon my pretty model~ you need to arch your back and keep squeezing them thick thighs for me. I’m not one for paying slackers you know?”

He rasped in your ear with a impish grin as he toyed with you by bombarding you with his lewd demands. As he stripped you from your lingerie bra to pinch and pull at your full nipples, rolling them between his two fingers. Covu nipped the nape of your neck with his sharp canines. While he pumped his hips, smacking his pelvis against the fat of your ass as his long dick continued collecting the slick from your wet cunt which constantly dribbled down, covering his shaft.

"That's it, baby... just like that you look so fucking erotic does feeling my dick rub up against your wet cunt turn you on that much?"

He chuckled darkly as his nimble fingers found themselves at the hem of your lacy panties, slowly dragging them to the side exposing your quivering pussy. Using his thumb to press against the winking drenched hole, collecting a string of slick your so he could smear it all over his lips. So that he could smell and taste you when he prepared to take things a step further…

Part 2? 👀

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lumierexfics · 10 months

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┌──❀*̥˚ You know just how to be cruel

Yandere Client! Joseph Desaulniers Headcanons

↳ ❝ Question 1, the joy of a hunter, does it stem from the chase or the prey?❞

TW : Unhealthy / obsessive parasocial relation, financial ruin, and references to the Bella Donna case.

↳ ❀ Yandere Client! Joseph Desaulniers who moved on extremely quickly from the Bella Donna case and attended a new opera house and he ultimately fell in love with you at first glance. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you during your performance even if it was a side character, he loved it.

↳ ❀ Yandere Client! Joseph Desaulniers who demands for the best room for you in the theater since he can’t have you sleeping in an area that might cause you harm.

↳ ❀ Yandere Client! Joseph Desaulniers who gives you, quivering flower just to subtly show everyone that visits your room that he was there and to show his affection. He’ll buy many bouquets, just for your performance.

↳ ❀ Yandere Client! Joseph Desaulniers will attend every play that you’ll be in no matter the part that you’re assigned in or the amount of money he’ll give for you and only you to play the starring role.

↳ ❀ Yandere Client! Joseph Desaulniers who makes the opera house let him watch the rehearsal just to see you perform, he could visit you in your room but he has a reputation to uphold. He always reserves his booth to get the perfect view of you performing.

↳ ❀ Yandere Client! Joseph Desaulniers who threatens to pull his funds from the opera house when he visits your room while you aren’t there, seeing jewelry or elegantly crafted clothes from other patrons. It spikes his possessiveness as these patrons don’t deserve you. He was the one that pulled you up from the ruins of nothing to a masterpiece.

You sat on your vanity stool, running your fingertips on the tops of perfume/cologne, staring at your reflection which held no unbridled misery, pure exhaustion. The spotlight had burnt your skin from standing underneath it for so long due to the demands of a patron who always demanded to watch the rehearsals whose eyes etched a glare onto your skin.

Yellow hues from the candlelight decorate your room which was filled with an ocean of bouquets, scarily the bouquets were your favorite flower and the occasional roses. Your fingertips lingered on the top of quivering flower perfume, subtle grip on your shoulder shocked you back to reality.

It was him.

Every time he gifted you the world. He helped you reach the stardom that you desired and that you soon began to loathe. His hand ran over your hand, accidentally. He presented a necklace which swirled in designs, immediately clipping it to your neck.

“Don’t look sad.” He said,” I was the one to bring you to fame, remember? You don’t need anyone else except for me.”

It was a jeweled cage and he needed to clip your wings before someone else came to steal you away from him.

#yandere idv x reader #yandere identity v x reader #yandere idv Joseph Desaulniers x reader #Yandere identity v photographer x reader #yandere idv photographer x reader #yandere identity v headcanons #yandere idv hcs

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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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Imagine Y/N's agent asking her to take pictures of a different supermodel, because the previous photographer is currently sick. Supermodel Anakin doesn't even know that until until he enters the building and sees Y/N taking pictures of another male supermodel. How does Anakin react...

AO3

Warnings: Yandere

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Anakin: *cool hot supermodel walk* Who is this person? And what are you doing here baby?

Hot model: You're not allowed to be here. Leave my photographer alone and speak to my manager if you have any problem.

Anakin: How come she's your photographer? She's MY photographer and my photographer can't do the job of any cheap model!

You: Please calm do-

Anakin: Why don't I know about this, my angel hm?

Hot model: *annoying shit smile* What? Are you guys dating or something? You seem so jealous. *touches your hair*

Anakin: *punches him*

#incorrect quotes but not incorrect quotes?#yandere anakin skywalker #yandere anakin skywalker x reader #supermodel anakin skywalker x reader #supermodel anakin skywalker #famous anakin skywalker x photographer reader #famous anakin skywalker #dark anakin skywalker #dark anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars x reader #dark star wars x reader #dark star wars #jealous anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker #star wars #incorrect quotes #fake quotes

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rosie-yumi · 2 months

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My asks hasn’t been working for the past few days, i had a ask, but i didn’t show :( i literally tried everything to solve it but it didn’t work!!

but thank goodness I managed to take a screenshot beforehand. It was along the lines of:

I’m really sorry anon that I couldn’t answer you directly. I already finished it in 2 hours. I hope you get to see it. Here it is:

#yandere simulator #sonoko sakanoue #the journalist ys #evil photographer ys #Kaguya Wakaizumi #Ritsuko Chikanari #Ai Doruyashi #Yan sim #My arts

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momo-hearts · 1 year

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Can I request yandere Joseph with a gn reader who don't want to be remembered? As in 'whats the point of taking a picture for immortalization ? We are all going to die anyways.' (reader is not depressed just very nihilistic) a one-shot please.

Joseph Desaulniers, PhotoGrapher

when you first arrive at the manor, it feels like he was pulled into a flytrap like an immobilized insect waiting to be devoured by a predator. it was rare for him to be so in love a survivor at that.. he was known to be playing with other peoples heart strings and using them for his own benefit. so the feeling was new to him at least, but you see it as a bother. you only wanted the prize of whatever it can grant, that is to be forgotten. don't know why but out of all wish and prizes you were the most shocking one. to be forgotten? how he can ignore such a beauty as you? it must be a gods grace even heavens angel befallen only for himself only. though.. when he got to know you more through matches and casual talk while waiting for other survivors were... interesting to say. you are scared but rather.. nihilistic toward the game, only rescuing when needed or how far you are with the survivor. the word forgotten were engraved towards your mind, no matter what when he insisted about immortality you arent that phased and declined his offer numerus times. “can i ever change your mind about being forgotten? im sure immortality is much more fitting dont you say mi’ amor?” he have his head resting on his hand, while his curved sword were resting beside you, obviously planted elegantly and stuck on the wooden floor boards of the manor. having a sigh released from your mouth before putting down your fork, loosing your apetite. “how many times to i have to tell you photographer? whats the point of being immortal when everyday life would bore you? “ you questioned the hunter infront of you. you have no interest in such desire to live forever, rather it bore you. what does life have to offer more when you see it all? nothing, absolutely nothing. having your butter knive directly under the hunters chin as you lead his head closer to your face, the eye contact was something he wasnt expecting but he rather love it. knowing that you only have your eyes on his light blue pupils who adored your every facial features he can bring. that eye contact didnt last long though, as you moved to his ear to whisper something that he wasnt quite expected but knew nonetheless. “whats the point of perserving your goal when you knew this is an endless game of cat and mouse that we all cant escape?” ah that voice when you were serious.. that were symphonys and melodys to his ear. he doesnt care what you just said, he only want to hear your voice “ what ever you say mademoiselle...” he will do it himself if you arent so willing.

#identity v #identity v x reader #yandere identity v x reader #joseph desaulnier #photographer #photographer idv #photographer identity v #joseph desaulnier identity v #yandere #yandere idv x reader #yandere x reader

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Hey, how about Joseph Desaulniers x reader. "The Cult of Her Body". As Joseph looks at her face lovingly, he runs thin, cold fingers over her body.

I assume this is a prompt for a worship type of Yandere? I'm going to change the title but I will do a Worship Yandere! Joseph short.

Everlasting Beauty

Yandere! Joseph Desaulniers Short

Possible Trigger Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsession, Threats of murder, Mentioned death, Implied kidnapping, Manipulation, Forced kissing/touching, Delusional behavior, Tension, Possessive behavior, Hickeys.

You find yourself shivering under the cold touch of the man in front of you. Supernatural blue eyes stare half-lidded into your own while freezing fingers touch your cheek softly.

You were always so beautiful to him....

When he was alive he'd never encountered someone as stunning as you. He never tried to look, either, focused on the idea of immortality.

But now that he had achieved his goal, he could look. That's how he found you. Someone he fell for almost instantly....

Your looks, personality, and body... it all enamored the photographer.

It felt heavenly to have your warmth against him. His cold body instantly overwhelmed by your heat whenever he guides his hands over you.

"You mean so much to me..."

The photographer breathes the confession, hands moving downwards softly. He couldn't keep himself away from you too long. You were someone he'd worship for eternity.

"You are like a deity to me. A religion, if you will. I'll praise and worship you everyday... for I love you just that much, mon ange." (My Angel)

You try to shift yourself away from his touch but he only pulls you closer. Those marble-like eyes of his held nothing but a lovestruck obsession.

One you wish wasn't directed towards you.

You refused the urge to gag when you felt cold lips kiss the corner of your mouth, his grip tightening ever so slightly. Everything about Joseph felt cold.

Probably because he technically wasn't alive or dead, that camera world of his making everything feel like some sort of purgatory.

"Look at me, dear."

Hesitantly you look towards him, another kiss is pressed to your skin. He won't stop making eye contact with you as he licks and bites your skin, making it purple.

"I'm the only man for you. Alive or dead, we belong to each other. I won't hesitate to enforce this if I have to."

You feel him kiss harder, one hand stroking your side. His skin was cold, but the blade at your back was colder.

"I'll only love you. In return, I want you to only love me. I'll praise and adore you as long as I can have your love in return."

Joseph then makes himself eye level to you, a grin on his face. Your face held so much beauty, even in fear. A beauty that was all his.

"Doesn't it sound wonderful? With me, you can be treated like royalty. Even if you say no... I can't just let you leave."

Another kiss is pressed to you, this time on your quivering fearful lips.

"So what do you say? Won't you let me worship your everlasting beauty?"

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