#yandere politician

[ozzgin]

The Mean Girl Bully Reader x Nerd Loser Yandere story sparked another red flag reader idea I had 😈

Imagine a Bratty Female Reader x Well Mannered Wealthy Male Yandere. Unlike our favorite monster whore gal, and two-faced bully, this new reader insert is super vocal about her distaste in just about everything. Hardly anything is up to her “standards.” She not only complains, but whines too! 🥳

Then her poor beau weirdly loves her despite her horrid personality. I don’t know how, I’ll leave that part of imagining up to you, but there’s my request 🥺

I just like morally grey or blatant antagonistic readers. A lot of times, it’s more fun if the reader is attractive this way to a yandere, than having stereotypical good traits, like being compassionate or respectful 😔

So please, a Bratty Female Reader x Well Mannered Wealthy Male Yandere?

-👘

I was wondering if I should just incorporate this into the Yandere CEO draft I have, but I had this sudden idea for a downright shameless relationship between a beloved, well-respected politician and a perverted, needy brat of a Darling. (I don't like politicians but alas, I needed a high-stakes public profession for this)

Yandere! Politician x Bratty! Reader

Mr. Politician is a true rarity in his field of work: well-mannered, articulate, and most importantly, genuine in his dedication. He works tirelessly for change and improvement, earning the adoration of the people. There's only one exception to his loyalty: no country ever comes before his Darling. And what a demanding Darling you are...

Content: female reader, older yandere, NSFW, some exhibitionism

Many would describe their interactions with Mr. Politician as follows: he's disciplined, confident and resourceful. A natural born leader, you can tell within seconds of meeting him that he is a man to rely on. He's spent many years in the game, and nothing can shake him out of his signature calmness. He keeps everything in pristine order, and nothing escapes his scrutiny.

There is, however, one quirk only few select people know about. A detail no one dares to discuss. It is common knowledge that Mr. Politician has a partner, yet the particularities of it are kept private. His beloved is a much younger girl, rotten to the core. It is unclear how this pairing came to be; the day Mr. Politician won his place in his prestigious office, he showed up with the mysterious feminine figure at his side.

What's certain and obvious to all witnesses is that his vocabulary quickly discards any meaning of refusal whenever he's dealing with you. It almost feels like the man worships you. He's never alluded to being religious, most likely because that role's been taken already. His eyes soften whenever directed at you, gleaming with raw adoration.

Splurging on expensive things is a given. Money has never been an issue for someone of his status. In fact, it's a handy and convenient tool he frequently uses to dampen the damage of your tantrums.

"Disgusting", you spit between your teeth, pushing the plate away and crossing your arms. The renowned chef of the Michelin star restaurant can only stare in horror before Mr. Politician intervenes with a chuckle. "Not feeling it today, huh?", he coos at you with loving strokes. "May I ask that you bring everything else from the menu?" he says in a sterner voice to the employee. "E-everything, Sir?" the waitstaff questions. "Well, naturally. I can't let my Darling starve."

"I'm bored. Let's leave now", you mention bluntly, standing in front of the heavily ornate table with a huff. "Are you sure, Darling? It's an important meeting for the country", Mr. Politician tries to plead. Around him, the other men sit baffled, observing the outrageous exchange. "Now!" you conclude louder. Before anyone can protest, your boyfriend stands up obediently and reaches out for your hand. "Then allow me to guide you, love."

A paradox. His earnest work is put to a halt if you require anything from him. Somehow, he has until now managed to juggle the two with little effort, and to his credit, there have been many instances requiring nerves of steel. Such as you paying him an unannounced visit to the office, and disliking the fact he was unavailable due to a meeting. So, you marched over to the window and promptly flashed your chest against the glass. Everyone else was focused on the opposing whiteboard; he was the only one who immediately noticed your arrival. "As you can see, the expected result is irresistible", he continued with a professional smile, tapping the graph with a marker.

Everyone knows Mr. Politician is fervently devoted to his principles. Take his last public speech, for example. Knuckles white from gripping the podium, he'd nearly choked during an eloquent -but passionate - conclusion. His face was red, his jaw tightened. He needed a moment to recollect himself, and the public waited with bated breaths, visibly emotional. Of course, they couldn't tell the outrageous truth: that you were shamelessly kneeling at his feet, pumping and teasing his erection until, at last, he let go all over your face.

"I wanted to see if you'd stumble on your words", you explain afterwards, wiping the sticky liquid off with a damp cloth. "That would've been unpleasant", he responds with a shiver. "It was live on national television."

He does not seem too bothered by the potential risk of being caught. Truly, his nonchalance knows no bounds when it comes to you. Or perhaps it is part of the charm. There's something quite depraved yet tempting about this perpetual contrast.

To return your daring favor, he gently places you onto his desk and spreads your legs, leaving trails of kisses along the inner surface of your thigh. A quick glance down confirms his suspicions: your bare bottom lays on top of confidential, rather important documents he dutifully signed hours ago. How thrilling of a feeling! He already smiles in anticipation, picturing himself as he hands over the folder to the oblivious party. He's not breaking any rules, now, is he? Nowhere in the book of etiquette does it state you mustn't fuck your beloved on top of official papers.

You gaze at the disheveled face underneath you. "One day I'll get you in trouble", you blurt out between whines. "Me? Oh, Darling. You know I always have everything under control." He lifts himself up and gives you a quick, desperate kiss. "Including you."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #male yandere x reader #yandere politician #yandere smut #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #male yandere #older yandere

[faetreides]

you know the first verse in 'get him back' by olivia rodrigo? (he was so much fun and he had such weird friends / and he would take us out to parties and the night would never end / another song, another club, another bar, another dance and when he'd say something wrong he'd just fly me to france!) that's soooo modern!coryo to me

speaking of a break up song, would you ever write a break up fantasy with modern coryo? I love break up fantasies hehe

NO WAIT THAT’S SO HIM! like i love olivia and that is the vision i have for him at the end of the day. I’m adding it to the playlist.

That’s a tough question because given how hard he is to get away from in canon if he wanted you, it’s just difficult for me to imagine a scenario in which you break up and he doesn’t immediately pull a murder-suicide /J. I think the idea of a break up is so vague too, but in my head a breakup would only happen because the reader wanted it; due to either feeling like the worlds they come from are too different or still having a “fuck boy” image of Coryo & not really trusting him to be different. It would have to be over text when he has a family obligation (helping his grandmother, going to public appearances with his father, shaking the hands of whatever voter demographic they’re trying to target and breaking a bottle of champagne on a yacht idk).

It’d be a gamble, family stuff always winds him up but you can’t see a better time for you to do it. So you shakily type out a flimsy text and block him on everything including spotify, a nasty surprise for him to find when he has access to his phone again. You’d have to request to change the locks on your dorm room door but you’re all out of luck after that bc you have nowhere else to go. He’ll wait you out like a snake slowly slithering through the grass until its prey makes even a single tiny mistake. The head of blonde curls in the distance outside of your window won’t go away, and suddenly you’re in a not so cheesy psycho thriller.

So ultimately, i think that i wouldn’t be opposed to it but i don’t have a clear picture in my head.

I love them too though, the drama of it all is very appealing but realistically Coryo would only give you the one shot at playing pretend and then that’d be it.

#his father’s alive and a high ranking politician in this au if anyones confused #modern!coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #tw yandere #yandere themes #coriolanus snow x you #tbosas #tbosas x you #tbosas x reader #coryo x you #coryo x reader #soft yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere x you #coryo snow x reader #coryo snow #🎧.asks #⚰️.deaddove #📜.scrolls

[frizzle-tales]

Now, Yume didn’t quite comprehend what the conversation was about between Namjoon and the man. But, Yume could tell from the man’s widened eyes and wavering voice, along with Namjoon’s confident stride and his out of place calmth considering the things that were happening around them… that something was not quite right.

What was going on here?

Yume flinched at the sudden taking out of the man before he was dragged off. The sight sending anxious butterflies through her stomach. The young woman soon turned her eyes to the familiar man that addressed her. “I was out with my friend… and some guys took us, and brought us here.” Aiko… Yume hoped she was okay. “This was supposed to be a fun trip away from home but…” Yume trailed, deciding not to finish that sentence.

Was Namjoon undercover? Perhaps…this was all part of something larger; a quest of the mayor to take down the country’s trafficking ring.

Yume wanted to see the good in Namjoon so badly, but she was not an imbecile. No matter how hard she tried to reason everything that was going on, or even try to find a justification for Namjoon’s actions… It all led back to that he might not be as innocent in this situation as she hoped he would be, shattering all the hope she had.

“I need to go.” Her eyes tore away from Namjoon’s and she glanced around. There was no exit in sight, and even if there was, she didn’t have a lot of confidence that she would be able to outrun Namjoon or anyone nearby. “I really should go.” Yume repeated, sensing that he wasn’t her ticket out of this place.

.. Don’t fight, just relax. It will be a lot less painful that way.

“What…” Before she could finish her question, a chilling grip seized her from behind. Yume's heart raced as she struggled against the stranger's iron hold, but it was unyielding, suffocating. Her breath hitched when her eyes caught the gleam of a needle, sharp and sinister, in the dim light.

"No, please, don't, don't!" Yume's voice was a desperate shriek, echoing in the cold air, pleading with the stranger. But her plea was met with a cold, emotionless face.

With a swift and deliberate motion, the needle penetrated her skin, injecting a cold venom into her veins. Yume's body tensed in agony, then slowly began to surrender, her muscles slackening into a dreadful calm.

"No…" she whimpered, her voice a laced with despair. Her legs wobbled beneath her, threatening to give way at any moment. "Please…" Her voice, once vibrant and full of life, now faded to a ghostly whisper.

Her eyes, wide with terror a moment ago, grew heavy and dim, the world around her blurring and darkening, as if being swallowed by a sinister void. In her last conscious moment, she felt the stranger’s cold hands, pulling her away into the unknown.

—

The next moment Yume opened her eyes, she found herself in an unknown, dimly lit room, the air thick with a musty, unsettling scent. Her hands were bound tightly to the bedposts with coarse, biting ropes, rendering her painfully immobile. Panic set in as she took in her new surroundings: the peeling paint, the ominous shadows that seemed to dance and writhe on the walls, and the chilling realization that she was utterly alone and at the mercy of these freaks.

Soon, she blended in with the other victims, following the day to day routines while her mental health started to succumb under the weight of the tension that surrounded her; being shouted and bossed around in a language that she didn’t understand, seeing the dire situation of some of the victims, seeing newbies being brought in knowing they held the same fate, the state of the warehouse and the disregard of hygienic measurements, the shrieks and cries that echoed without stopping no matter what time of the day, the traumatizing images that flashed in front of her eyes every night when she closed her eyes…

Yume’s eyes shot open at the sudden sound of the door creaking, and she continued to stare at the wall, but soon realizing that there were no harsh words nor stomping feet, so curiously, she glanced over, and to her surprise, Namjoon had entered the room.

“…I didn’t expect to see you.” Yume spoke up, it was the truth. She thought that she’d be meeting with a man like the other girls, or would be getting shipped in some truck and to never be seen again, not to be eye to eye with him again. “Namjoon… I might not be certain of what is happening here, but whatever it is, please, I beg, let me leave, and I won’t say a word to anyone…” Yume tried to convince him… knowing deep down that these sorts of words have never granted anyone freedom.

[🗝️]

6 days, 14 hours, 57 minutes.

The time it had been since Yume stumbled into his clutches. A twisted turn of events for the poor young woman; her already short lived burst of freedom cut even shorter. Only this time, the end was much worse for her then going back to her stuffy gated life.

Before he left that same night, one of his field men handed him a cellphone they discovered at the scene. The colour of the case, somehow even with the broken screen, the phone still gave off an elegant look. There was no doubt in his mind it was hers, even if he hadn’t already been told.

For days and days, Namjoon watched the phone frantically buzz as he pondered what to do with the girl. Floods of worried texts and phone calls from friends and family poured in. The more time went on, the more they got, until eventually it was his turn for his phone to ring.

5 days in, Seokjin — his expertly appointed Chief of Police — was on the other line, informing him how a representative from the Machida family flew in overseas, requesting to file a missing person’s report. Of course, it was for the one and only, along with the friend she bad brought along.

Although it was obvious, despite between the lines, how Aiko was only added for amiable reasons.

Finally, the perfect idea came it mind. Sickeningly devious. There wasn’t a single flaw, as long as he didn’t get caught.

“Hello, sir. Are you having a good evening?”

Hardly even a second after Namjoon stepped from the vehicle, a pesky employee nearly attached straight to his hip. A small sigh escaped his chest as he did up a few of his suit jacket’s buttons. “Mhm.” He briefly hummed as an answer.

The man was a good worker. Always going above and beyond. But the mayor didn’t have it in him to listen to yet another round of spineless ass kissing, followed by how well they’ve been doing for the last 27 hours since the last time they’ve spoken.

“Do you have the drink I asked for?”

“Ah, yes, sir.”The shorter male almost gleed. He pulled out a plastic bottle of water, which his boss took.

And without another word, the mayor headed up the stairs.

—

“Not at all?” Namjoon mused. “And I wasn’t expecting you to be so forward.” Given their circumstances, their obvious power difference; trafficker vs victim, man vs woman.

While she continued to speak, he grabbed a wooden chair from the corner of the room, dragging it closer to her bed before taking a seat.

There, he could easily see the metal clamped around her wrists, and the single chain link that connect them together and to the metal bed frame. Beneath the dull silver, he could even make out the purplish ring in her skin.

“Miss Yume.” He began before silently chuckling to himself. “Do you take me for a fool?”

Please, let me go, I won’t tell a soul.

I’ll just go home, I won’t go to the authorities.

All meaningless lies. Empty promises.

Yume wasn’t the first female to walk through these doors, spouting off that bullshit to him and his workers.

“You and I both know you’re not speaking the truth. Didn’t your parents teach you how to barter better? Or anything at all?” Namjoon chuckled to himself. To her, it was dry, cold, and humourless. To him, it was full of amusement. Given her parents political standing, surely they would’ve talk her how to strike a deal, how to bargain to get her way. “I’m sure if you think hard enough, you know exactly what’s happening here, don’t you? You know if I were to let you go, you’d squeal to the first person you could.”

He turned his attention to the bottle in this hand, twisting off the cap to open it. “And, you know very well I can’t let you leave now.”

As if almost on cue, through the thin warehouse floor, a piercing scream of terror echoed out.

A smirk grew on his lips before outstretching the water to her. “Enough talking before you get yourself into trouble, my patience only stretches so far. Have a drink.” It might’ve foolishly sounded like a request, like it was far from it. “I wouldn’t consider rejecting it if I were you, buttercup. Who knows the next time you’ll get any will be.”

As the girl took her sips, Namjoon leaned back in the chair, taking the time to soak in her whole appearance. Knotted chair. Skin draining of colour. Soft dark circles beginning to form under her eyes. The same white t-shirt and grey cotton shorts every victim in and out of this building got to wear.

There was just something he loved about the sight.

She wasn’t like the first brief day they met at the airport so long ago. Where she was so put together. So safe surrounded by her family.

“Please—Please! Oh god, please don’t!” The same petrified voice begged through the small cracks.

“You must’ve not slept a wink.” He murmured, more to himself, the same half dimpled grin still on his face.

“No, no!”

“Isn’t that a shame.”

His attention soon turned back to Yume, watching as the drugs were already starting working their sweet magic. He caught the bottle before she had the chance to drop it, setting it on the chair he had since stood from. There, he pulled out the key needed to unlock the shackles on her wrists.

“You’ll be fine, Miss Yume.” He dismissed, an unfazed tone to his voice. Like drugging a woman was an average occurrence in his life. “It’ll only kick in faster the more you talk and move.”

It wasn’t like it was going to hurt her, it was merely a precaution. She’ll be awake, although unable to speak or move her body. The effects won’t last long, but long enough to get her where he planned without her stirring up a mess.

Leaving her there, he walked over to the door and pulled it open for one of his men to walk in. “Put her in the backseat.”

The man simply nodded before fulfilling his boss’s request. Namjoon stood to the side, collecting the bottle of water in case the woman chose like acting up anytime later.

With Yume laying across the backseat, Namjoon took a seat in the passenger.

His driver shut the door for him before circling around the car and eventually driving off.

After a few twists and turns, Namjoon glanced over his shoulder at girl. Every so often, a street light they passed by would illuminate her face, over and over again.

She was a jewel, an unexpected diamond that could win him so much more than he already had. More status. More money.

And all he had to do was keep her locked her away for now, how simple.

“Are you feeling cold, Miss Yume?” He asked as if she could respond to him, turning back to look out the windshield. “Do you want the heat on?” He let a moment of silence pass by before snickering at the horrible joke he made.

#🗝️anon #yandere namjoon #corrupt politician!namjoon

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Me as Redestro's Darling but I try to give him proper business/cult advice

"Look, I'm just saying, in America a lot of major politicians publish biographies and memoirs that they know barely anyone will read. It's not about spreading your message, it's laundering the money obtained through your darker sources and convincing the average taxpayer to pay for it after the government buys it. Besides, a book tour means another opportunity to preach...you know, that dumb shit you're into about Quirks dictating everything. Anyway if you let me take off these cuffs for an extra hour every day, I'll ghostwrite it for you. Deal?"

#look when youre a crazy conspiracy theorist who hates the feds #you have some ideas on how to really make money with the right connections #anyway if youve ever wondered who actually reads politicians' bios and memoirs: nobody tbh. its a money route and i 100% believe that #specific conspiracy theory #.sillyshit #.bnha #yandere bnha #.redestro #yandere redestro

[veliana]

I'm obsessed with ♡♡♡

I'm obsessed with the idea of ​​a :

Yandere , who is a rich and powerful man. Maybe a ceo, a politician or a big boss of the mafia.One day, while he's in his car, he notices you by chance and it's love at first sight. From then on, he starts researching and collecting everything he can find about you. As soon as he sees something that might interest you, whether in shop or on the internet (thanks to the hacking skills of a guy he threatened who give him access to everything about your online presence), he buy it immediately. He keeps it all out in his luxurious penthouse, waiting for the day you live with him kidnapped or not. He's clearly obsessed with the idea that you're perfect and whenever he thinks you have an opinion on something, he claims it's true without even hesitation. Moreover, he is sure that nothing bad can come from you, if you lie for any reason, even if he has proof of the lie, he will be convinced that what you said is THE ONLY TRUTH. In the event of a conflict between you and someone else, it is obvious that the other party is in the wrong and will be severely punished tortured to deathfor daring to disrespect you, perfection incarnate, a god /goddess. He tends to nickname you affectionately, calling you “My king/my queen”, “Treasure”, “My angel”.

Would anyone be interested if I wrote a fic or headcanon about this?

#yandere x reader #soft yandere x reader #soft yandere #Yandere men #yandere obsession #obsessive yandere #yandere male #yandere oc x reader #Yandere oc #yandere oc x you #yandere x darling

[moonit3]

THE HAREM

➥ warnings/notices: yandere, gn! reader, harem (both of men and women), obsession, mentioned pregnancy, reader isn’t straight, mentioned children, nudity but nothing too much, the retired emperor (your father) wants grandchildren.

➥ synopsis: maybe a harem isn’t a bad idea after all, not with a bunch of people wanting to be yours.

➥ yandere! concubines harem x gn! reader

➥ a/n: here it is, my friends. an entire piece of a bunch of people obsessing over chasing the reader and able to anything to make you their. as the people has speak, the harem consists of men and women to let you guys choose or imagine about the concubines. I don’t what to say more, so enjoy it!

inheriting the throne of the empire, father and the council decided that you should get married soon as possible, which wasn’t bad. you already expected to enter a marriage like everyone told you so, but you didn’t expect that father would send a bunch of concubines to the palace…why did he do that? is he crazy?

according to him, it would be beneficial to the empire to have more connection with nobles of the territory and other people from other part of the world. but also that he desperately want grandkids to be running around the palace and since you are unsuccessful in striking a conversation, father is more than willingly to help you. he is lucky that you love him, because you were ready to choke him for those stupid actions.

things gotten worse by the time you receive the many proposals from people that are willing to join your harem, it’s shocked you a little. many nobles, foreigners and even politicians are offering themselves to become your concubines.

many palaces were build or reformed to be home for those who were assigned to enter your harem. the walls of golden, silver and other expensive material are a great to show how the leader of the nation isn’t above to spend his fortune to accommodate the people that will be part of their daily life, but it’s also a remind that none should interrupt the emperor/empress in their work, but some of those concubines ignore that.

it’s easy to find the most boldly and shameless people from your harem inside your office, whispering to your ears things that none should say during work hours and trying to move their hands to your lower parts. that irritates you, they are supposed to be bothering you on your free hours like you expected, but they don’t care. your beloved concubines knows that you don’t have courage to punish or exile them for their actions, aren’t you a sweetheart? so they often try to make a move on you when you less expected.

one of those unexpected moments was during your bath, when you prefer to be alone and peace that didn’t last long. a man and a woman appeared from nowhere and they were complete naked, showing their intimate part to you. before you could disappear or command them to leave, the men with white hair made you take a seat on his lap while the woman, with green hair, wash your body, speaking that someone so hard working like you should take a moment to rest with them.

your mind quickly remembers whose the two are, both of them are foreign knight who joined the harem not a long time ago. the scars they carry on their skin that tell stories of fights and conflicts, sunburn marks of spending hours under the sun working to archive the body of a warrior and good looking who could easily choose anyone to marry if they weren’t part of the harem.

neither of them dared to take things further, knowing that you are almost on the limit by having two concubines in your private bathroom, but that don’t stop them from trying to strike a special subject with you. asking if you already chose with who you will bed first and who will be the one to carry the first born/make you pregnant.

the two questions were enough to make you overthinking, how could you forget such an important thing and the main reason why there concubines? you need to give the throne a minimal of four potential heirs (father’s words) and for that, you need to choose at least three concubines.

with the bath ending, the two waved goodbye as they didn’t want to intrude your personal chambers when they notice how focused you got by his words. you didn’t saw the smiles on their faces, you failed to realize their plan is working and nor you perceived how the others concubines whispered to each other about the incoming rumors about you.

“it seems that our beloved is finally choosing someone to bed with them! it’s my chance to show myself to them!”

“w-will they take my consideration? the letters i wrote for them might work…”

“maybe they will choose more than one. the retired emperor said he wants at least four heirs from different people, so everyone has a chance!”

many days that were wasted to talk with father about the potential candidates were a lot, the old man couldn’t stop talking how happy he was when hearing yours words. “im going to be a grandfather! can’t you see how much proud am i to finally see you taking the first step to being with someone? i promise to help you raising the little ones!”and for next couple of hours, he didn’t stop talk about the potential scenarios with the hypothetical grandkids that he will spoils with no end.

when father finally stopped talking and went to retire for the rest of the night, you walked back to your office with the intention of finish paperwork that is meant for next month, but you found someone there. one of the tallest ladies of the harem with white curly hair that reach her chest and a dark skin that reminds of you callas lilies. a beautiful, no… a gorgeous woman stands in front of your with her hands holding your chin to look up at her starry eyes.

“my dear,” her voice is sweet as honey, but you can hear the undertones of it, holding back her true energy and you know she is more than a pretty face. “is that true of you choosing a concubine to bed with?”

“y-yeah.” you stuttered. why you did? you never did that before. “everyone knows it, why the question though, my lady?”

“because i was hoping to be the first one to experience it.” she whispered, holding your face closer to her chest, feeling how soft its feel against your cheek. “would you give me the pleasure of being your first, my dear?”

she is a bold one. unlike others who works at the shadows, manipulating and even killing those who are in their paths, the second born of the grand duke knows how to use her charms to enchants you to open your heart to let her in. her starry eyes are too bright to the darkness to the room, but you don’t move away from her gaze, at least not on your own.

a knock on the door reveals another concubine and it’s a familiar face, but also an old face from your childhood, the general. one of the greatest things to ever happen to the empire and responsible to bring many territories to the throne, he is also part of the harem. to think a powerful man like him left his own land to become a concubine for you is extraordinary, but worrying. none of them spoken, just keep staring at each other for minutes until the woman left the office without saying a word, but not before kissing your lips, it tasted like strawberries.

alone with the general, he step closer and guided your hand to his chest, letting you feel his heart skipping faster and faster just by your touch. his cheeks are burning red, an unlike view from the so called the coldest man of the empire, and when he opens his lips to speak, you can’t help but feel surprised.

“would i be selfish for asking to be the only one inside your heart? i can’t help myself when others talk with you, none of them deserve to be around you and touch you, but i do.” his face get closer, too closer to your lips. “give me a chance to show my love. give me a chance to be responsible for the first heir of the empire. let me be the father of your children and please, let me stay at your chambers every single night for the rest of our lives.”

@moonit3 writings

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[throwaway-yandere]

"I Got Reincarnated..." (Yandere SAGAU Otome Isekai!Diluc/Reader) Common Route now available!!!

No need to download! It's a web-based game that should work on mobile too.

The art and overall story are made by yours truly while the OST is created by our beloved @naraven. There are currently 2 CGs and 2 OSTs available, and depending on the reception I might continue beyond the common route since I already have most sprites done <3

This is something I had been pondering about making for a while since my blog has reached it's 2nd year mark so I made this under 3 days. I love you all. Thank you for sticking around. Here's the link to the game. I hope you enjoy it <3.

For context, please read this fic first!

Characters currently present in this short chapter:

Captain Dainsleif, Diluc Ragnvindr, Waitress Alice & Rosaria, Chief Albedo, Prince ???????, Lord Kamisato, and Justice Ajax.

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Greetings, I am Diluc Ragnvindr.  Welcome to Southern Gaciea. Unlike the North, East, and the West, the South is a tourist spot for outsiders. It's a closed off country, so outlanders will need to submit their documents to the department of domestic affairs.  Perhaps you do not remember, but you've encountered many interesting individuals upon your arrival such as…   Captain Dainsleif, the famous Western knight turned retainer for both Prince Lumine and her missing brother, Prince Aether;   Lord Kamisato, the Eastern noble who controls Gaciean trade with just a flick of a wrist;   Chief Albedo, the Head of Domestic Affairs and Chief Alchemist from unknown origins;   Justice Ajax, the unreasonable Northern politician whom I often argue with;  …And, of course, Duke Ragnvindr, the Southern Head of Military Affairs. That would be me.   It's a shame you no longer remember much of our time together, (Y/n). I assure you, I can make you feel at home in this universe. But— you're not planning to leave South Gaciea soon, are you? ♥

Dev note: pssst, you might get some extra dialogue if you put these as your name (more will be added soon cuz that aint all my moots >:((( i need to code more efficiently smh.)

Shiro, Ven, Navina, Mei, Mochi, Ana

#yandere diluc #yes comrades i have made The Diluc Game #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere diluc ragnvindr #yandere diluc x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin fangame #genshin fanart #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #tag: otome game au

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Short Story: Ángel

Santiago Reyes, the 34 year old serial killer x GN Reader

Santiago Reyes was obsessed with a coffee barista named (your name)… and it all started with a random act of kindness. He was a serial killer for goodness sake and here he was head over heels for some random civilian… he was supposed to be killing corrupt politicians and criminals who escaped their corporal punishments, not follow (your name) home and eliminate anyone who made them even slightly uncomfortable… it was against his code of honor! Yet Santiago was in love! An emotion he never thought he’d have!

It all started when (your name) simply gave him a coffee on the house because he looked ‘down’ half a year ago. Their soft fingers brushed against his and the Latin man swore his heart almost leaped out of his chest when he realized how pretty they are…

Santiago had a crush on them ever since. He memorized the name on the name tag. (Your name)? What a darling name... Santiago was so pathetic.

Every time he has a bit of free time, he’s in that cafe just to see (your name). They’d always smile at him and initiate pleasant small talk. (Your name) never failed to make Santiago feel normal… like he belonged somewhere. And that feeling was the most addictive drug he’s ever had. Santiago was addicted to (your name) more than he was addicted to his ‘justice’ killings.

His small crush grew more and more until he realized that it bordered on obsession. Santiago only realized it when he began to secretly follow them home to make sure they were safe. He even subconsciously collected small trinkets they’d leave behind like a used spoon or a chapstick… Santiago felt vile.

Santiago no longer just targeted corrupt politicians but he’d kill men who harassed (your name) at the coffee shop. Santiago simply wanted to keep his darling safe… or that’s at least what he told himself to try to justify the murder of (your name)’s work snitch. The older woman upset you to the point of tears so she had to be dealt with. Santiago couldn’t stand seeing his beloved cry…

It was when (your name) briefly mentioned their desire to be in a relationship that finally had him ask them out.

“I just don’t think I’ll ever have a boyfriend, Santi.” (Your name) sighed as they rested their jaw on their hand. Their eyes flit over to Santiago who ran an olive hand through his long, black curls. “I haven’t met a man who would want to be with me…”

“Well then it’s your lucky day, mi ángel.” Santiago sat up straight in his chair. He scooped up (your name)’s right hand and pressed a tender kiss to their knuckles. “I’d love to date you. Won’t you give me a chance?”

(Your name)’s cheeks turned a bright red as they looked away. Santiago liked them? But he was so handsome… what on earth did he see in them?

Santiago clicked his tongue, his hand reached up to turn their face back towards him. “You better not be belittling yourself in your head again. I’m serious about you, ángel.”

“So what do you say? Yes…” Santiago brought his face so close to (your name)’s, that their breath mingled. They could smell cinnamon on his breath… “or yes?”

#female reader #male reader #gender neutral s/o #gender neutral reader #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral insert #yandere fic #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere original work #yandere original character #yandere oc #older yandere #yandere stories #yandere x darling #yandere x willing reader #yander x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere obsession #Yandere serial killer #yandere horror

[i-cant-sing]

What are your thoughts on the yandere haikyuu teams x their manager?

Boring. I need some spice in it. How about-

Yandere Daichi as a cop and his darling is a civilian and now he's so obsessed with her that he murders her husband, frames him as a criminal and will literally stop at nothing to get darling in his arms because again... who will suspect good old, everybody's best bud COP Daichi to be able to do heinous crimes???

Yandere Sugawara as a psychiatrist because come on- he gives major "master manipulator" vibes and now he's obsessed with his darling patient and will continue to do malpractice and gaslight her and prescribe her all the wrong meds until she loses it and he gets to admit it her under his "special care" and now he can play with her mind all day long🤍

Yandere Oikawa is now a pro volleyball athlete and he just saw Ushijima's little sis, the same one he used to bully and even rejected (and ofc, HUMILIATED) when she confessed to him back in highschool. But now Oikawa's obsessed with her and also still hates his nemesis Ushijima, so what's better than killing two birds with one stone??? And Oikawa still has a very devoted fanclub, only now it's larger and more powerful than ever so now he uses them and his socials to peer pressure you into dating him and eventually, marrying him because he ain't getting any younger honey and he needs some cute babies out of you ASAP.

Yandere Kuroo who is the smart IT tech guy at your office but in reality, he has his own cyber security company that he uses to spy on you, controls your entire life through your socials and don't even get me started on your online banking shit. If its any consolation, he's very rich so... yeah. He may not look like a million bucks, but he does have them. In several offshore accounts.

Yandere Kita who somehow ended up as a mafia leader, probably inherited it as family business and he has like severe OCD so he wants everything done to perfection or so help you, you will 1000% end up 6 feet under. Mafia Kita who has this vision of you being the perfect wife, solely based om the one time you offered him your handkerchiefs because he had a nosebleed from stressing too much and now Kita thinks you're an absolute angel and he wont let you destroy that fantasy of his. Seriously. He will pick out your outfits, tell you how to act and all, punish you if he must, but he does love you.

Yandere Ushijima who is a farmer and has decided that the reader whose car broke down and came to his door asking for help, will now be his wife and be a countryside mom to many kids (u can't say no, okay? He wants a big family) and animals! But hey, he's a very caring husband and will massage your feet, give you baths and feed you his homegrown veggies and meals daily once you are round with his babies🥺

Yandere Bokuto who is now a popular politician and he needs an obedient wife to keep up appearances and play the "family man" image up. So he decides to threaten reader who had a one night stand with him, and Bokuto somehow has very intimate images and videos of you and he uses them to get you to marry him. And now he controls every aspect of your life and tells you to do exactly as he says, and he abuses this privilege more as he gets more powerful and you could only imagine the horrors he would inflict on you if he does actually win elections, but you can't run away because again- he has eyes and contacts everywhere.

#yandere daichi #yandere daichi sawamura #yandere bokuto #yandere ushijima x reader #yandere ushijima wakatoshi #yandere ushijima #yandere kuroo #yandere oikawa #yandere oikawa tooru #yandere kita #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyu x reader #yandere sugawara

[ozzgin]

I now wonder how yandere politician and bratty reader met…The man really looked at us, conversed with us, and thought, “That’s the one” 😂

He’s a high functioning masochist or something 🥰

Now I wanna get a reaction out of him if I were to tell him I was bored with him, and wanted to end the relationship 😈

A masterpiece as always, Ozzgin ❤️

-👘

One has to wonder how a regular civilian ends up in the same room as an important politician. Maybe Reader was a journalist? One of those "Get to know the person representing you" articles, and they sent her to spend a day with the popular candidate.

Reader is being a nightmare, and Mr. Politician is struck by the realization: only he has the power and resources to deal with this spoiled monstrosity. He took one for the team and he's proud of it. No one else can handle Reader.

The more I think about it, the more I feel like his calmness extends to unnatural lengths, to the point it becomes uncanny. So, if you were to suggest breaking up with him, he wouldn't even flinch. He'd smile the way he always does, that professional, assertive smile he uses to win over the masses. "I already know you don't mean it", he'd say. "Such a silly idea isn't worth entertaining, love." If you meant it before, you won't now. He'll make sure of it.

Also, I'm glad it was to your liking! I'm starting to suspect you and some other people here have corrupted me into letting loose. When I began posting here in summer, I could barely type any mention of intercourse, and here I am now casually describing a public nut n go. :')

#yandere #yandere politician #yandere x reader

[mypoisonedvine]

Drabble Idea: Judge Crane decides to give his obsession a third option. Death, exile, or…….

You know he would use his position in order to get his crush all to himself while Gotham burns.

YES OMG SOME LOVE FOR JUDGE CRANE he's so underrated and I actually lost it when I saw the movies in theaters and he popped up <3 like omg look it's my husband

warnings: coercion, ownership, threats of noncon, yandere vibes

"You can't be serious," you mumbled, but you knew he was-- Dr. Crane wasn't an especially humorous guy, that whole death by exile bit from earlier notwithstanding.

He still smiled at you, though; "It's your choice."

"Well, it's not much of a choice, is it?" you scoffed.

"It's a better choice than anybody else got," Jonathan shrugged, "if you do choose exile, I'm sure these guys would love to give you a nice send-off-- right, boys?"

You didn't even have the heart to look back at the thugs who had dragged you in here, but you heard them chuckling and mumbling amongst themselves. Crane had made his message clear, and you let out a sigh of defeat. "Fine," you said.

"Fine?" he repeated. "What's that mean, you'll just die?"

"No, I--"

"You know, you said once you'd rather die than marry me, do you remember that?" He laughed. But that was years ago, when your father tried to set you up with him because he was a respected doctor and you were a nice young socialite-- it was more about rebellion than anything else then, but learning about his insanity and criminal activities wasn't exactly changing your mind.

"I was wrong," you admitted, "alright? I'm sorry."

He smiled again, a little more sinister than the last time. "Then you can wait for me with the others... sweetheart."

~

The huddled mass of the 'arrested' dwindled through the day, executives and politicians dragged up the stairs to meet their fate as determined by Crane; soon it was only half or less left behind, with you simply counting the minutes until you'd be taken-- you couldn't imagine what life would be like with Jonathan, and for now, you tried not to.

He came for you at the end of the day, standing above you and smiling down as you stayed sitting on the ground, leaning against a pillar and waiting for whatever he asked you to do. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say," he admitted as he stared at you. "Hi honey, I'm home or something?"

"You don't actually sleep here, do you?" you frowned.

"No, no-- I believe in work-life balance," he shook his head; then reached his hand out to help you up. "Come on, let's go home."

Though you hesitated, you took his hand and let him help you to your feet with a wince.

"Are you alright?" he asked, seeing the pain on your face.

"They kinda roughed me up," you admitted quietly, though your breath caught when Jonathan pulled you closer.

"Poor thing," he mumbled, petting your cheek briefly, holding your waist a little tighter. "And having to sit on this hard floor all day-- you must be sore, hm?"

You nodded slightly, though you felt strange talking to him like this-- like it was a normal conversation, and not something you had to do to keep yourself safe. If being with him could really be considered 'safe'...

"I can write you a script if you're in too much pain," he offered, "but I think you just need some rest: somewhere warm, a nice big bed..."

He leaned in closer as he trailed off, taking a deep breath beside your head as he rubbed your back. Though he must have noticed the way you tensed up and nearly pulled away, it didn't deter him.

"I'll be good to you," he promised, "if you just behave. You don't need to be so afraid of me."

But you could hear the excitement in his voice; he liked that you were afraid of him. Finally, he had the power over you that you'd denied him all those years ago. No matter how sweet he promised to be, one way or another, he was going to make you pay for that.

#jonathan crane x reader #cillian murphy x reader #jonathan crane fic

[frizzle-tales]

“I told you to not drink so much.” A voice of concern echoed in the darkness. “You know how lightweight you are, Aiko.” The young woman sighed, placing an arm around her friend’s waist to support her. “Your dad will kill you if he sees you like this, you should stay at my place.”

Aiko giggled as she leaned against her.

“Thank you, bestie!” She exclaimed happily.

It was already eleven p.m, and they were on their way back home from a late night party at one of the many clubs Seoul had to offer. They didn't usually go out partying that often; their parents complained that this wouldn’t be good for their image and reputation, but tonight they decided to ignore them as they figured that no one could tell them what to do when on a holiday abroad. And frankly, it was nice to spread their wings and let loose for once.

The two friends walked slowly through the streets of Seoul – Aiko managing to keep her balance – until they were just a street away from their hotel. It was located in an upmarket neighborhood, a five-star establishment with all the luxuries money can buy, including a fully stocked bar and restaurant.

“Are we almost at the hotel?” Aiko stopped, holding onto her head. “I feel so dizzy.” Her head felt like it was about to explode.

Before Yume could tell her friend that they were less than a minute away, a vehicle stopped dead in it’s tracks right next to them. A second after the van stopped, the door slid open and a group of men jumped out of the car, surrounding them immediately.

Yume instinctively grabbed Aiko, and tried to run, but was blocked by two of the men, and just as she tried to run another direction, she was blocked once again. By this time, panic started setting in.

"Stop it!" Yume yelled desperately. "We're tourists! We don't have anything!" She explained in an attempt to have the thiefs leave them alone. "Please!”

There was no response from the thieves except for one of them Aiko’s arm and snatching her away from Yume.

"Help!" Aiko cried out, struggling against the man's grip. "Stop! Let me go!"

Then, a cloth pushed against Yume’s mouth as an arm appeared from behind her and held her in headlock.

"Let's go." One of the men said.

Both girls struggled, trying to break free from their grasps, but it seemed futile. Both friends were thrown into the van before the men jumped in and sped off.

—

Yume had drifted off to a deep sleep, only stirring when the sound of a shriek caused her eyes to flutter open.

“Let me go, please! Please!” The voice pleaded.

That wasn’t Aiko. Who was that?

Yume groaned as she sat up, feeling groggy.

Why was it so dark? She felt around with her hands, her fingertips touching a cold metal wall. What was going on here? Why did she wake up like this? Was she still dreaming?

Her mind felt foggy, as if it was unable to process the situation she was currently in. Where was she? How long has she been asleep?

She looked around, taking in her surroundings with a daze. The walls were made of metal, and based on how cold the surface underneath her felt she assumed the floors are as well, giving the entire place a cold, sterile feel. There was no window, there was no light, nothing.

“Oh my god!” One of the other voices sobbed.

“Does no one have a phone with them?”

“Of course not! They took everything from me!”

“We are going to die…”

What was going on here? She felt around her pockets for her phone but realizes that the kidnappers had also taken all her personal belongings. She was completely helpless, like all the other women.

A shrill deafening sound pierced through their ears as part of the room opened up, allowing some light to shine through and illuminate the room.

"Get these fucking whores inside," a gruff male voice ordered. "And quick!" He pointed at the terrified girls, who now stood in front of him.

Yume stared in horror at the men standing in front of them. If she had to describe them in one word, it would be scary. All of them wore black jackets and trousers. Black gloves covered their hands, hiding any distinguishing features beneath them. Their faces were hidden under ski masks, which added to the fear.

They had guns in hand, and their eyes were fixed on the group of girls.

“No, no, please—“ One of the girls resisted as they were pulled out.

"Shut your mouth bitch!" A man growled, punching her across the face.

The girl fell to the ground, crying out in pain.

When it came to the other girls, they meekly stepped out of the container, Yume followed along, neither of them wanting to experience the same thing the harmed girl had to go through.

"In," the man repeated.

The girls complied, entering the large room lined with steel bars. They were led to a corner where they were forced to kneel, their hands tied.

What the fuck was going on? Yume’s gaze lingered on the men; trying to make any sense of the words that rolled off their lips, or their body language, all she knew at this point was that she was fucked.

Aiko, she hasn’t seen her best friend. Where was she? Yume looked around her, trying to catch a glimpse of her best friend but instead she was met with terrified and tearful faces.

“You, come here.” The man pointed at one of the women who sat amongst the crowd.

“Please…” The woman whispered, making her way to them and then stopping right in front of them. “I’m pregnant, I swear to God, I won’t tell anyone about what happened here I—“

“You’re pregnant?!” Snapped one of the men.

“Reusable or disposable?” The other asked.

“We could probably sell the child when it’s here. Minseo said he was going to experiment with the profit margin of babies in the market either way. After that, disposable.”

“Good.” The man nodded his approval.

“No, please!” The woman pleaded.

Despite not understanding what exactly was going on, Yume knew that seeing the woman be dragged off screaming, that wherever she was going wasn’t a good place.

One by one the girls seemed to be divided in two groups; and Yume could tell the slight difference. The girls that fell into one group seemed to be handled a tad more gentle than the girls in group two.

At first she didn’t understand why but she started to see a pattern; the more attractive women were nearly instantly approved for one group.

“You.” One of the men pointed at her.

Yume hesitantly moved towards him, avoiding the thug’s strong glare as she looked down at her feet.

"Come here, little foreigner," he mocked, shoving her towards the other man, who guided her out of the place.

Should she be happy that she was gone from that place, or worried? The woman was pushed into another room, this one looking slightly better than the depressing one she was just in; there were a few desks, beds, medical equipment here and there, and the mood seemed less tense than earlier.

The man pointed at the other girls sitting on the floor and Yume joined them, not sure if she should attempt to start a conversation with them or not.

“Next.” A man called out, at which one of the girls stood and went to sit on the bed. To Yume’s shock, it appeared as if the man was going through a medical check up routine with the girl before she was guided out of the room.

They were treated like objects; going through these rooms and operations as if they were being filmed for ‘how is it made’.

After Yume passed for the health check (she assumed) she was brought to another room, a room that seemed out of place with its studio lights, rack of clothes, and two girls; one on a laptop and one holding a make up brush.

She clicked her fingers and pointed at the stool, which Yume sat on, and after some lipgloss and a coat of mascara, the bright flashes blinded her temporary before she was removed from the room. But not without a glimpse at the laptop one of the girls were working on.

A quick glimpse confirmed biggest fear.

She was creating profiles with photos and information about the women present tonight on what seemed to be an auction site.

In a row, the women were led to a large room with mats on the floor, and Yume promptly obtained hers, laying down on it and curling up.

What had she gotten herself into?

**

Yume’s footsteps felt heavier with every step she took towards the next unknown destination. The voices of the aggressive men and the sobs and sniffles drowned out as reality faced her; she got herself in a horrible situation.

This was kidnapping. This wasn’t a dream; she needed to get out of this, but how?

This time, it was Yume’s turn to have her eyes fill with water as she came to the realization that things would end soon, and that this was a direct consequence of the small act of rebellion against her parents.

“Based on my calculations, sir, this has been the most profitable month of the last six months. Look, at the bids coming, I think showing people real time info about the goods has really boosted sales.” The eager worker grinned, trying to impress the other. “These are the girls just coming in, 40% of them were reusables.” The man pointed out.

Yume was close to bursting into tears as she started to understand the gravity of the situation, but just as she was about to hang her head low, a familiar voice sounded from the distance caught her attention, and she looked up, her breathing increasing as her heart pounded furiously against her chest.

“Namjoon…” Her eyes widened in disbelief, not quite putting the puzzle pieces together just yet.

The charming man her parents spoke so highly of.

“Namjoon!” She tried again. “Namjoon!” Once more.

With raised eyebrow, one of the workers grabbed her by the arm. “The fuck is wrong with you?” He said through gritted teeth. “How dare you address him like that, do you want to die or something? Why you little disrespectful…” The man pulled his hand back, ready to strike.

— 🗝️

⚠️ human tr@fficking themes

“It was such a pleasure meeting you, miss Ari.” Namjoon grinned towards the young woman in a velvety wine dress. His piercing stare watched as she avoided his, counting speckles on the concrete instead.

She folded so quickly. How pathetic.

Yet … she would’ve been perfect for his clients. How disappointing.

“You certainly found a gem, Jungkook. She compliments you well.” He continued, this time directed towards a comrade; the country’s notorious gangster. Top of his field for years running.

An excellent connection to have on his side.

“I’ll get in contact if I hear anything about your rat situation.” Just then, his car pulled up beside them. Black, sleek. City lights reflected off the paint’s shine. Followed by theirs right on time.

Namjoon got inside, undoing his suit jacket with a sigh. The night still wasn’t over.

“Back to the hotel, sir?”

“Seoul. The warehouse.” He corrected, pulling the phone from his pocket. “I want to be there no later than midnight.” If his driver kept his foot on the gas, they should even be able to make it 6 minutes before the next shipment drop off.

—

Truthfully, he thought his request sounded perfectly clear.

No later than midnight.

Not a minute later, and certainly not 4 minutes, 37, going on 38, seconds later.

When they finally came to a park, his driver circled around the car, opening the door for him.

Wordlessly, Namjoon stepped out. He straightened out his suit, but before he walked away, he paused towards the shorter man. “Do you like your job, Hwang?”

“Yes, sir.” The man nodded with a smile.

“Then if you want to keep it, don’t arrive us late again.” The smile from the driver’s face dropped. Although, a signature dimpled grin formed on the mayors. He gave him a pat on the shoulder before finally walking away.

Namjoon walked into the building, one of his more financial based staff glueing to his side. He nodded along, that is until something in particular stood out to him. “What was that?” He stopped mid step, ripping his gaze away from the new shipment of women. “Only 40%? What the hell happened?”

Slowly, colour drained from the employee’s face. He, in fact, did not impress. “Uh, w-well—” He cleared his throat. “Some girls did try a to revolt..”

Namjoon took a deep breath in. Why were people testing his patience so much tonight —

Namjoon! Namjoon!

That voice.. He hasn’t heard much of it, but it was oddly familiar.

After a quick scan, it didn’t take long to find the source of the pleading cry.

“Excuse me.” Namjoon caught the man’s arm before his fist could collide with a thing. And at the sight of his boss, the man dropped his grip on Yume.

“Tell me, what were you doing?” He gestured toward the woman, not fully acknowledging her presence. While his employee looked, he secretly beckoned another one over with a nudge of his head.

“She was being disrespectful, sir, so I —”

“I think you need help relearning our rules surrounding reuseables, hm?” His employee hardly had the time to register before he was hit in the back of the head, being dragged off.

Now, with the distraction gone, Namjoon’s attention turned to the frightened young woman.

A wonderful twist of events.

A diamond who stumbled into his grasp.

“How did you wind up here?” He spoke to her, switching to her native tongue. Despite the his softer tone of voice, so sympathy laced through his tone. He mostly was curious; how did she fall into his lap?

Machida’s youngest daughter. His middle child.

He helped her off the cold cement ground, listening to every word she said with a nod. “You must be so frightened and confused.” He murmured, but made no move to undo the ties around her wrist. Instead, he beckoned a second man over.

“Everything will become clear soon enough, miss Yume.” He tilted her chin up before side to side, inspecting her face for any bruises or cuts. “.. Don’t fight, just relax. It will be a lot less painful that way.”

Then like nothing, he switched back to Korean. “Sedate her.” He instructed to the man.

Namjoon stepped back and watched as one arm wrapped around her to keep her still while the other plunged a needle into her neck. The syringe slowly pushing down until it was empty.

“An unexpected gem.” He muttered to himself in Korean, a smirk growing on his lips.

Maybe Jeon Jungkook wasn’t the only one fortunate enough to find one.

Although, just what was he going to do with her?

“Take her to one of the rooms upstairs. Make sure no one goes in or out.” At Namjoon’s instruction, the man nodded, tossing the girl’s body over his shoulder.

Just what was he going to do with her?

#🗝️anon #yandere namjoon #corrupt politician!Namjoon

[harmonysanreads]

HARMONYYY i just finished the penacony quest and OH MY GOD. the emotional damage wtf... and the murderer 😕 i honestly don’t think anyone could’ve foreseen that

on another note, sunday really does have huge yandere potential !!! (i was swooning the entire time he was on screen im sorry.) he literally isn’t beating the allegations at all. even the other characters comment on how weird it is for him to casually keep a model of the golden hour, because what in the control freak 😭

he seems like he’d play dollhouse with darling. after all, in a place like that, every single aspect of it is under his thumb — literally. having that much control over your circumstances is a reassurance. oh, are the placeholder models crashing? don’t worry dear, he can fix the malfunctions. he can even make them speak more realistically for you. he can give anything to you, even change the layout of the place entirely if you’re bored of it. you want to get back to normal size? well, he can’t quite do that just yet, please understand..

or if he pulls that weird interrogation magic thing on them. darling who just lies through the entire thing, and he uses this to scare them about the death countdown while not mentioning the part that he has the power to really just cancel it in the end. though, the same trick won’t work on them twice. at least the process gets darling to become part of the family in the end.

not to mention the spies he has everywhere. stupid birds watching you in every corner…

idk i just want to hold him and shake him aggressively. out of love, of course.

- 🕯️

When I tell you I've lost sleep over the thought of just how much more Sunday is probably capable of doing, nonnie.

If he has access to technology and power like this, which are all unrestricted for his personal use moreover, imagine the things he's hiding. And imagine farther the things he had to do to get to where he is today, another dash of spice to the mix. I went back to his scenes and did some thinking. The me-slandering-Sunday is obviously a joke but I really, really hope people just don't focus on the morally-gray and questionable aspects of him and completely disregard his other characteristics now.

If you think about things from his perspective, he really is just trying his best to keep the image of The Family. But the loss of probably the only person he trusted with his heart and the disregard to bring justice to that case from The Family's side, compelled him to put his agenda first (as he himself mentions that he allowed Aventurine to pull that stunt so that it'd lure Gallagher out). What we get from this is, while Sunday is an extremely dedicated member of their faction, he had to learn to be selfish in certain situations to save his and Robin's backs.

The desire to control usually comes from a feeling of helplessness. We can make some speculations based on the current information of why Sunday has these tendencies, I've also seen some people say he has OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) but, we can't be sure until his full lore drops. Another thing to note about Sunday is how lonely he probably is, especially at present. The Family is in chaos, the situation of Robin, external forces' traps, the Charmony festival's deadline and he doesn't even have one person he can sit down with and not question their motives. He really must want to rest just as much as the characters around him are suggesting.

So basically, Sunday is a multi-layered character, just like Aventurine. He's definitely a politician, is what I'll say. Even though he is a control freak whose motives are hard to guess, he's still that little boy fighting for his and Robin's shared dream inside.

#but he still deserves to be aggressively shaken for that move on aven #and then sent to a three month vacation #do you guys catch my drift my here like you can still manipulate him to do your bidding :) #opps... didn't mean to drop that #sunday brainrot #──⚝🕯️anon #yandere sunday #yandere sunday x reader #sunday x reader #yandere hsr #yandere hsr x reader

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Lizzaneia's Grimoire of Yandere Men

Here's a masterlist of my yanderes! It will be updated regularly whenever a prompt or fic will be posted.

Edit April 26: CURRENTLY ON HIATUS! Just when the school requirements slow down or school year end. I need to focus on my academics first lol.

RULES FOR REQUESTING: Here

YANDERE MEN SECOND SET : HERE

(I separated the second set since the photo got capped already ^^)

ALL YANDERE MEN SET 1

RANKING REQ: The yanderes as fathers

SCENARIO REQ: The Yanderes with their yandere children

RANKING REQ: The yanderes and your period

SCENARIO REQ: The yanderes and their dream date

SCENARIO REQ: The yanderes and their Choice of Outfit for You

SCENARIO REQ: The Yanderes and their Darling's lonely birthday

ALL YANDERE OC ASKS AND WRITER ASKS

Top 3 yandere men (my OCs) when it comes to jealousy

ask: How would I define yandere?

Which OCs inherited their yandere-ness/Has yandere-ness in their genes?

My top 3 yanderes

YANDERE VERSION OF FANDOM CHARACTERS

Yandere! Neuvillette (Genshin)

Yandere! Solomon (Obey Me)

yandere! Artist Arlen

main fic

yandere! artist and his muse

Yandere! Dragon Vincent

main fic

Req: Yandere tidbits: flying

Yandere! Theater Actor Ignatius

main fic

ask: Soooo does this mean Ignatius got roleplay k!nk??

What if: reader is an otaku?

Yandere! Butler Zero

main fic

Yandere! Sugar Daddy Rowan

main fic

ask: Rowan can spoil me anytime :)

ask: Just read yandere sugar daddy AND GOD!! Plz do part 2. I want to see them dating🫣

REQ: Yandere! Jock Damon

main fic (also had voice headcannons for the previous yan men)

Req: WHAT IF: Reader is a black belter in martial arts?

Ask: what if the reader doesn't like Damon's himbo personality?

Ask: What if Damon drops his facade?

Req: ask of a What if: Black belter reader met somebody else in the promotional test?

Req: Yandere tidbit: achievements

What if: darling posts a thirst trap?

Req: Yandere tidbit: Reward system

REQ: Yandere! Assassin Azrael

main fic

req:yandere! Assassin and his conglomerate girlfriend

ask: oh. hm.. so. Azrael right? So he gonna tear us down eh?-- What would happen next 🤡?

ask: I'm actually scared for yan!assassin mc.......

Yandere! Ex-boyfriend Lee

main fic

Req: WHAT IF: Reader is now a husk?

Req: WHAT IF: Reader knows how to protect themselves?

Yandere! Cowboy Knoxx

main fic

Req: WHAT IF: Darling goes back to the city?

Req: WHAT IF: The reader goes back to the city, but this time with Knoxx?

Req: What if of a WHAT IF: Reader becomes a broken husk after the baby trapping?

Yandere! Emo Ashton

main fic

req: Yandere! Emo and his beloved popular bitch

REQ: Yandere! Werewolf Lyall

main fic

Req: Yandere tidbit: Knitting

Yandere! Ex-husband Iñigo

main fic

Req: WHAT IF: You refused to marry him?

REQ: Yandere! hospital chairperson Xavier

main fic

Req: WHAT IF: Darling got sick?

REQ: Yandere! Villain Eros

main fic

ask: Darling avoids Eros turned Part 2

REQ: Yandere! Politician Maximus

main fic

REQ: Yandere! Mafia boss Hades

main fic

Req: WHAT IF: Reader is a rebel type?

Req: WHAT IF: Reader is "cheating"?

#yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #male yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere drabbles #lizzaneiaelizalde

[yanderemommabean]

When you said Yandere Zoo I got excited because I love a exhibit falls for their keeper and the staff just say ‘it’s happy let it keep them’ story, but your take really intrigues me. Do you have any more thoughts on it?

A bit, but it's not entirely coherent!

At first the program is started as a way for the humans and aliens to get along. Politicians didn't care who got picked as long as it wasn't them, as they assumed the aliens true intentions were to eat us and take over. So, as long as they have a pet or two, they don't care what happens.

Not surprised, the newcomers who have arrived in the thousands, decide to pick on the humans who aren't in favorable conditions. In their eyes, the politicians want to be left alone in this world they destroyed? Then they can.

Now, there's many observations that can be made, hundreds upon thousands, and they're not interested in anything that causes too much pain, they're simply intrigued about how our brains and bodies work, and how we managed to come so far being so small and squishy.

They see the good in the planet, but oh dear do they also see how it's quickly falling apart. Seeing as the planet is sick and dying, they plan to rescue as many humans as possible who didn't have a say in how the earth was turning out. ((Plus some aliens have come to adore humans like we do stuffed toys. We're just so cute to them! ))

I know it's all over the place, very rough draft at best, but it's all I got in my noggin!

-Mommabean

#yandere aliens #yandere exophilia #yandere zoo #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #mommabean

[muzansfangs]

Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan x f!reader; Kokushibo, Douma (mentioned), the Slayers (mentioned).

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, choking, blindfolding, creampie, unprotected sex, slight bdsm, language, dirty talk, car sex, semi-public sex, slight yandere behavior, possessive behavior, graphic depiction of violence, plotting murder, curruption kink, reckless driving style.

Plot: Muzan leads you into the unknown and you come to terms with the fact that the ambitious politician has blood on his hands. A violent argument ended with Muzan bewitching you once again. Your body and your mind belong to him. However, he cares about you more than he allows you to know. As you peacefully rest on his bed, he plots his vendetta against a mysterious company of assassins: the Slayers.

PART ONE| PART TWO| PART THREE| PART FOUR| PART FIVE | PART SIX

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THE THREAT.

Ten minutes of silence. You did not dare to speak, he did not bother talking to you. You wondered what was on his mind. His hair were unusually disheveled, his bright eyes focused on the road and his grip on the steering wheel tightened second by second. His knuckles were white and his jaw clenched.

You did not dare to turn your head towards him and face him properly. You were scared to even roll down the window, how could you find the courage to make eye-contact with him? All you did was merely glancing at him and analyze his body language through your peripheral. The last time you checked, you saw his jugular pulsing at an irregular pace from beneath the collar of his snow-white shirt.

That was not a good sign.

You had no idea of where you were going, but he had taken the motorway. You were terrified, guilty, upset and, frankly, you were even mad at him. Where did this rage come from? What had you done to make him turn into a feral beast? Was this the real Muzan Kibutsuji?

Your dispirited eyes burnt for the tears you had shedded earlier and all you did was watching the landscape change outside the window. The high speed he was driving at was preventing you from clearly discerning the roadsigns and you rested your forehead against the cold glass in search for comfort. It was only then, when you realised you were venturing into the unknown with a man you barely knew, with a criminal, that insecurities and dark thoughts crept under your skin.

What if he was going to murder you? What if he was just searching for the right place to dig a grave for you to rot in?

You let out a shaky breath, clamping your mouth shut in a pitiful attempt to repress a groan of frustration to escape your lips. Was it the way you were going to die? You clutched the black fabric of your skirt in your fists and batted your eyes close, trying to steady your uneven breath. Well, if you were really going down, you would have not left this world without a fight.

"Muzan" you feebly broke the silence.

The raven-haired man did not dignify you with an answer. His eyes were still settled on the horizon as he overtook a grey utility car standing on his path. It was a mystery how you had not got into a car crash yet. But you were about to die anyway, right? Did it really matter how your death was going to be narrated by the newspaper?

"Muzan, please" you tried again, sitting up and darting your eyes on him.

The man who had had the ability of giving you headaches in fourty-eight hours of living together did not even pay attention at you. It seemed as if you were air, as if you were a ghost calling out his name in vain. Despite that, you were not going to give up easily. If there was a thing he could not claim and forge, something personal that you were not going to change for anyone, not even for him, was your personality.

You loathed not being listened to, even more you hated it when people pretended you did not exist. Therefore, the next words leaving your mouth dripped anger and contempt.

"Hey, I am talking to you, shithead!" you snapped, jabbing your finger at him in irritation.

Muzan's eyes widened at your abrupt change of tone "Watch your tongue, girlie" he snorted, fighting his impulse to pull over and choke an apology out of you. He knew women, he knew exactly what drove them crazy and, apparently, you were not the exception.

Although, actually, you were his exception. That was all that mattered to him.

You exhaled through your nostrils, throwing your hands in the air in the process "Okay, I'm sorry, alright? It's just that I would like to get a feedback, when I am talking to you" you pinpointed, earning a scornful side-eye from him.

You found it absurd how he could give you such controversial feelings. He made you feel on cloud nine, he gave you butterflies and then he scared you to death, he made you regret your decision to stay by his side and... And he made you feel miserable. Just like he was doing now.

He arched a dark eyebrow "Ironic, isn't it?" he hissed, running his fingers through his hair and keeping just one hand on the leather steering wheel.

"What?" you quipped.

"Demanding a feedback from me, when you literally do whatever you fucking want! I had asked only a goddamn thing of you, Y/N, was it really that hard to listen to me?" he roared, pushing the gas pedal harder with each word he spitefully threw at your face.

There you were, it had begun.

You gulped down, holding on your seat for dear life "Bloody Hell, Muzan, Douma was about to kill her! Was I supposed to stay in the car and watch him cut her into smithereens?" you replied, voice raising exponentially at his affirmations.

Was he really making a fuss about it? You knew you probably should have not hopped down of the car, but you were not going to sit idly when a girl was being tortured to death.

Muzan steered to the right, his eyes blazing with wrath. It was not just the fact that you had ignored his recommendation to stay in the car. It was the fact that you had left with Douma. Out of everyone, you had spent hours in his company, blessing him with your presence, with your smiles. Maybe, who knew, even something more than that.

He chose not to reply, he knew that if he did it now, words meant to be unspoken were probably going to roll out of his tongue. But, as the car entered a forest glade unfamiliar to you, your stomach clenched at the sight before your wary eyes and you finally spat it out.

"Muzan, are you going to kill me?" you asked him, tears welling up in your eyes. Were you serious? How could you even think that he was going to hurt you?

"You are such a child" he bitterly commented, although a small smile curled his lips.

You were capable to mess with his head in a way no one had ever done before. He knew more about you than he actually let you know. Saying that he was obsessed with you was an understatement. You were his perfect match and, sooner of later, you would have fallen for him. It was hard to keep up with you, though. You were not as naïve as he thought you were.

He did not want to overshadow your purity. He just intended to envelope it with his darkness to keep you safe.

"Fuck you" you uttered then, as he pulled over.

In a split second, you reached out for the handle, not even glancing at him to assess his reaction before trying to escape your fate. What a pity. His hand grasped your wrist, forcing you to stop, and he tugged you back towards him. Your head whipped towards his deadly visage, your lower lip quivering in fear. Oh, he was definitely going to kill you, was he not?

"What did you say?" he quizzically asked you, his plum red eyes boring into your watery ones. He could see you were terrified, your breath uneven as he grasped your jaw to keep the intense eye-contact with you. He expected you to stay silent at this point, to keep your mouth shut, yet you surprised him once again.

"I said 'fuck you'. – you murmured, your hands snapping up in dispair, latching onto his forearm, to shove his hand off of you – You repulse me" you barked, watching how his angelic features wrinkled into a mask of hatred and rage. You closed your eyes, when he suddenly yanked your hair back, forcing you to crane your neck and exposing your throat at him, at his vicious eyes.

He was calculating his every move, taking his time in manhandling you like a fragile puppet. You waited, you waited for the fatal blow to arrive, because you were sure he was going to slit your throat, or choke you. But shivers ran down your spine, as you felt his soft lips leaving a trail of kisses down the tender flesh of your sensitive sweet spot. You whimpered, mouth agape, while his soft touch made the fear slowly leave your heart.

Your eyes fluttered open and you hisitantly loosened your grip on his forearm, slithering your hand up his arm to rest on his firm bicep instead. You could tell he was still mad, the air was thin and his kisses, despite being affectionate, were fervish, rough. You did not know what crossed his mind as he stroked his nose against your cheekbone.

"You are an idiot. I've cancelled a conference to save you. Now tell me, sweetheart, why would I want to kill you?" he purred in your ear, tangling his fingers through your hair gently and nibbling at your earlobe suavely.

What a cocky bastard.

He was toying with you, playing with your emotions, pulling the strings of your heart. He was a puppet master, a devious, manipulative man who knew how to break you.

"Because you're a criminal" you breathed out then, ignoring the heat pervading your cheeks. His cologne was intoxicating, the path he drew along your skin with his lips burnt. Was fighting even an option at this point?

You heard him chuckling hoarsely, his hand cupping your cheek and ducking your head down, until your eyes met "Ah-ah, choose your words carefully, sweetheart. That's a tough talk for someone like you" he singsonged, brushing his thumb on your cheekbone almost lovingly. But you knew better than falling for it.

"I'm speaking facts. You are a murderer just like Douma" you said, only to see his eyes clouding over in annoyance. You had hit a nerve, had you not?

"Don't say his name ever again, woman" he hissed through gritted teeth. While it was undeniable that he was playing his cards right, he could say the same about you. Did you really have the gall to push his limits?

You scoffed, as you defiantly quirked an eyebrow up at him "Why? – you chimed, sneering at the man in front of you – Why does it disturb you? I can love whoever I want privately, right? It's in the contract! The same contract you drew up yourself" you mockingly reminded him of that specific clause not bonding you to be strictly faithful to him.

At least, in private.

Muzan fumed in anger and in that very moment you saw your end in his shimmering red eyes. He chuckled darkly to himself, his tongue swirling out to moisten his lips. A maniac, he looked like a maniac.

It happened in a split second. His hands grasped your hips, his fingertips digging into the plushness of your waist as he lifted you up and sat you on his lap. You yelped, hands holding onto his shoulders for support as he dragged his seat back. He was not laughing anymore, he was not gentle at all as he forced you to straddle him.

But, above all, he did not falter as he leant towards your left ear and whispered a thing you knew he would have been capable of doing without hesitation. It was not an empty threat.

"Make sure I will not find it out then, sweetheart, because I will fill the bathtub with his blood, buy the most expensive bottle of champagne and sip on it, as I watch you dive into your lover's guts" he cooed, making your stomach clench.

Did he know about the kiss you shared with Douma? He probably did not. You were wise enough to understand that if you had a secret, it was better to keep it to yourself until the day you died and, maybe, even bury it with your corpse.

"You need therapy. You are a psychopath" you stated, heart thrumming into your chest as his hand slided down your bare inner thigh.

Muzan flashed you a seraphic smile, his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties "Perhaps. – he reasoned, grasping the back of your neck with his other hand to pull your head closer to his – You think you are a good girl, don't you? Wake up to reality, love. You are not as good as you think you are" he murmured, brushing his thumb over your lower lip.

You trembled under his touch, butterflies fluttering into your stomach for his sudden sugarcoated mannerism. It jarred with the words falling from his sinful lips and cursed yourself for allowing him to have a firm grasp over your mind, over your heart. You were defenseless, when he showed you what a real love story with him might have felt like.

"I am a good person, I know I am" you softly replied, earning a chuckle from him.

Muzan smiled, his lips capturing yours in a passionate, slow kiss. You felt on cloud nine, your shaking hands grasping his collar to pull him even closer to you. He tasted like coffee, cigarettes and danger. Yet, if he was so bad, if you should have kept your distance, why did you feel so intoxicated, so attracted to him?

Your teeth clashed as he asserted his dominance over you, his fingers pushing your panties to the side as he tongue explored your mouth. Dear God, he was a good kisser. A soft moan escape your throat, as he started to draw figures eight on your bundle of nerves.

"I'll tell you a secret – he purred, before biting your bottom lip softly and tugging at it, before letting go with a small pop – You think you are a good person because you haven't killed someone yet. Maybe, it still does not occur to you, but you are my woman. You are already doomed" he crooned, watching how you clamped your eyes shut and lolled your head back in ecstasy.

You were such a sinful, beautiful sight to behold and you were his.

Once he had made sure you were wet enough for his fingers to dive into your core, he slowly inserted them. You winced, your walls still sensitive for his rough pace in the early morning, but how could you deny yourself the bliss of going adrift, of venturing into the limitless ocean of pleasure he was leading you to?

"I am the devil, love. People say I am the incarnation of Satan... – he chortled, a glint of malice sparkling into his bloodshot irises as he curled his fingers into you – You have said 'yes' to me. The world already knows you are evil too" he stated, as you screeched his name on the verge of your orgasm.

Muzan Kibutsuji was no good. Muzan was evil, you were not. Then why were you really questioning your morals, as he carefully switched your positions and hovered over you?

Why could you not find the right words to fire something back? You, the most argumentative person the world had ever met, were speechless.

You stared at him enamoured with him. He grinned down at you, slipping his fingers underneath his tie to loosen the knot and hastily untie it. You gasped, when he proceeded to blindfolding you. Everything was new to you and he was aware of it.

He simply enjoyed being your first. Whatever you were going to do with someone else, you would have always thought about him, about the first time he introduced you to a certain practice.

"You look gorgeous, if it wasn't obvious" he said, undoing the buttons of your shirt carefully, not to rip them off. You blushed, goosebumps raising on your stomach as he planted his hand over it.

"M-Muzan... What if someone catches us like that?" you asked him, as his hand reached behind you to unclasp your bra.

You heard him discard it somewhere behind you, probably on the backseats. Your nipples, hardened by the cool air and your arousal, finally came to his vision and he did not waste time in wrapping his mouth around the left one. You whimpered, desperate to see him, and you unintentionally bucked your hips up, brushing your core against his groin.

He groaned, his mouth leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, stopping only to unbuckle his belt and free his bulge from the tight restriction of his boxers.

"What do you want me to say? Would you love me to kill them? – he joked, helping you to hoist your leg over his waist as he lined his shaft to your entrance – Or you still believe I could redeem myself and buy their silence without spilling blood?" he inquired, pushing past your folds with a slow, yet firm thrust.

You gasped, your hands gripping the headrest as he stretched you out, blowing your mind with every inch he claimed.

He hummed, his fingers latching around your neck as he bottomed out with ease "Fuck" he uttered, claiming your mouth once again in a fervent kiss. He stayed still for a few minutes, his cock twitching into you as you finally gave him your consent to move.

And he did.

As he thrusted into you, you cried out his name, the hard, rough pace he chose sending you over the edge in a way you could not believe was possible. You could not see his face, but you could feel his rage, his jealousy.

A jealousy he wanted you to know about.

His hand tilted your head to the side, his breath fanned your earlobe before he spoke "I dare you to fuck Douma. – he chortled, almost hysterically – Come on, go to him later tinight. Go to him and tell him how I turned you into a writhing mess of sweat and cum! Fuck, I dare him to touch you... I'll be glad to end his miserable life".

You moaned, legs shaking as you felt a familiar pressure coiling into your stomach. You were close to reach your climax and you boldly, selfishly begged him.

"Harder, please!" you shrieked, igniting a spark within your partner.

"Tch, look at you! Begging me to break you, when you told me I am a disgusting criminal. – he mocked you, squeezing your throat harder as he picked up his pace – How does it feel to be fucked stupid by a criminal, hm?".

You whined, as he hit your g-spot relentlessly, his thrusts getting sloppy as you orgasmed together, his seed spurting into your walls as you called his name one more time.

♚

The car ride was silent. Muzan's hand never left his place on your leg, stroking it softly from time to time. You were tired, too tired to pay attention to what was happening around you. He had promised you he was going to tell you everything about him.

Not today, though.

You did not have the energy to protest, you complied and allowed yourself to daze off into a well-deserved slumber. Muzan, on the other hand, could not sleep. Once he had parked the car, he glanced over at your sleeping frame.

Did he deserve you? Was there still a dim light of hope in his life? Maybe you were his chance to start anew again. Maybe he could really be a better man for you.

"I'm afraid I will be your downfall, love" he murmured, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear before hopping down from the car and closing the door behind him gently.

Although Kokushibo had offered to pick you up and bring you to your bedroom, Muzan refused. Having you in his arms, he cradled you to his chest, as he tried his best not to wake you up.

In his mind, tormented by the fear he had felt when you had called him earlier that day, when he had heard the broken tone of your voice calling out his name, he was plotting his revenge. A filthy Slayer had dared to touch you.

His vendetta was going to wipe them off of this world, that time, for no one touched what was his and got away with it.

Therefore, once you were tucked under the silky blankets of his bed, he glanced over at his first in command. Kokushibo knew what that deadly look held behind and, when Muzan told him exactly what he had to do, he was not surprised in the slightest.

"Call the Moons. Call them all. We are plotting a mass murder tonight" the soon to be President blurted out, marching towards his office without bothering to watch his bodyguard bowing his head at him.

Blood was going to stream down the streets of that bloody city.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi, there!

As I had promised, here we are with the fifth part of the story. Honestly, I am absolutely grateful that a lot of people seem to enjoy it. Thank you so much for your support, guys! It means a lot and it’s really motivational. Muzan is a psychopath, but I love him :)

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