#yandere matthew williams

[504py]

No Compromises

Yandere Canada/Reader – You reunite with an old college friend, though he's nothing like you remember.

⚠️ Yandere content, kidnapping, self-harm, stalking, possible emetophobia (descriptions of gagging and the feeling of illness), no use of Y/N, gender-neutral reader.

IM BACK YAWL 😭😭 just a bit of a filler post and another apology for being away for so long!!! i tried to get this out by halloween but i kept adding more shit LOL

while this is much more aligned with his 2p version, i had no idea if it counts as such since here i portray his 1p and 2p version as the same guy 😭😭 so that's up in the air!

also u may notice the lack of a [oneshot] tag... thats cuz i have a prequel wip for this, but figured i'll just finish and post it if the people desire it LMAO. pls lemme know if y'all do!! anyways so sorry again and i hope u enjoy!!! thanks so much to everyone for sticking around and enjoying what i do 🩵🩵🩵

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The light drag of a cigarette is the first thing you process when you finally come to your senses.

A man stands before you, singular lightbulb leering ominously above a head of overgrown blond hair, the bright light reflecting in his glasses making you unable to see much of his features. His tall, slender figure is highlighted by the stark overhead shadows that are being cast on his baggy clothing. He exhales, smoke billowing and resting heavily in the dusty, stale air.

"Hey." He says, the friendly, casual tone of his voice making you blink faster in the hopes of gaining more lucidity. His tongue pokes at his cheek as he drops the cigarette to the cemented floor and stomps on it. The gritty sound feels like boiling water in your audio-sensitive drugged up state.

"Are the ropes too tight?" He asks with a quirk of his head, you squint, thinking you'll be able to catch a glimpse of his face, but the dark shadows and your pupils trying desperately to adjust to the lighting in the dim room make the task much too difficult. You didn't even notice you were bound 'till you tugged your wrists at the mention of the word 'rope.'

The mystery man straightens his posture and takes a few steps closer to you. His sneakers are downtrodden. The lacing is asymmetrical, any recognizable color or branding rubbed off, and the hem of his loose jeans caked in what seems to be mud.

"Come on, you can speak, can't you? It's not like I taped up your mouth." The tone of voice he uses here is almost playful, yet too vague. You didn't know if it was condescending, comforting, or cheerful.

"I... I'm... Ropes are okay..." You respond mindlessly, your voice coming out in a hoarse croak. God, it feels like your head could loll off your neck at any moment.

"Poor thing. You sound parched– Tell ya what, I'll give you some water if you kiss me." Even if his face is still hazy, you can make out the glint of a smile. His canines are pointy.

He draws closer, and crouches in front of your seated figure. He's a lot taller than you thought, seeing him up close. You see the indent of a pointed dimple by the edge of his sharp lip corners when he turns his cheek to you. There's a few moles on his pale skin. He smells like tobacco, rust, and rainwater. Smells a bit like something syrupy and moldy, but maybe that's just the room.

You shudder away from his close proximity, and he laughs nervously.

"Aw, I thought that'd work." He chuckles, before facing you fully, still crouching.

You can finally see his face. What you thought were dark brown eyes turned out to be a dull shade of purple, just with his pupils as fully blown as they can go. The stare is creepy, but at least his droopy outer eye corners and straight blond eyelashes soften their impression. His nose is well-structured and pointy, reddish at the tip. His sharp lip corners seem to always point upwards, and were pink like they had just been kissed and bitten. If it weren't for this moment, you'd have thought he was an attractive man with a somewhat docile-looking face. His cheeks are flushed, he tilts his head in wonder, a few pieces of his hair falling over his face.

"Merde, you're really pretty up close. I can't believe you're in front of me right now. I missed you so, so much." He giggles, cold hand reaching out to carefully grasp your chin to try and steady your bobbing head.

He swoons, "So, so pretty." then presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. The action makes him exhale a shuddered, moaning breath. Whatever is in your system prevents you from reacting too much besides a weak jerk of your body.

"I should get you out of this shitty room, but I wanted to be prepared in case you reacted more violently. I didn't wanna have to drag you around. Don't wanna rough my baby up." He says with a small smile, as if the thought secretly brings him some amusement. Maybe his otherwise comforting smile just comes off as sinister at a time like this.

"You're reacting so much better than I thought you would, though. You're being so, so good, you know?" He coos like you're a pet, taking his hand off your chin and his blunt fingernails gently scratching at the top of your scalp.

Your throat hurts. You swallow dryly. "Who are you?"

The corner of his mouth twitches, and his smile drops slightly. He takes in a deep breath and sighs, cigarette-stained air blowing over your face.

He squints at you. "You really don't remember me?" He says quietly.

You shake your head. His light eyebrows knit in what looks like an expression of heartbreak.

He tries to jog your memory. "Come on, college sweethearts?"

"...I didn't date anyone in college."

His lips part in shock, the wrinkles between his eyebrows deepening.

"It's Mattie. Come on now." He pleads, desperation dripping from every word. The higher, more pathetic register his voice shifts into begins to jog your memory.

The sound of that nickname makes your eyes widen and forces your shoulders to press against the back of the chair. His identity makes things a million times worse.

"...M-Matthew Williams? No, no, c'mon, we never dated. Don't be like this."

"We had something special, though. I missed you. You missed me too, didn't you? You even remembered my full name." Matthew's gentle voice raises, as if trying to convince you of his feelings, trying to justify this situation.

"Th-There must've been a better way to get in contact with me without tying me up."

He shakes his head, frown almost a pout. "I did try! But you'd always blow me off to hang out with your other friends, a-and– and I just couldn't watch when I found out you were starting to see someone else." Resting on his knees and looking up at you, he grasps your bound hands on your lap. The position reminds you of prayer. Worship.

"I love you. Always have. A-And I know I'm different from how I used to be, but maybe you'll like this newer version of me more. You did say you liked a more assertive partner, didn't you?" His head tilts while he nods, like he's trying to convince you of everything he's saying.

His crazed eyes quickly scan your expression for any validation. "Yeah, yeah... I-I was a doormat back then, so that's probably why you didn't return my feelings." He laughs bitterly, and the sight is almost irritatingly funny to you. He's comparing his former pitiful self to the way he is now, as if he had changed. "But I'm different now. I'm not a coward anymore. I'll take care of you, and I'll do it well, I promise. I'll make you so happy."

"Please, Mattie, j-just let me go, and I'll give you a chance–"

He gasps. "You used my nickname." A disgustingly lovestruck grin spreads on his pale freckled face. He presses your bound hands against his flat chest. His heart is beating wildly against his ribcage.

"Feel my heartbeat. It's all for you. It only beats for you. I promise I can make you feel the same way for me. Just let me."

"...Do I even have any other choice? You kidnapped me."

Matthew's smile falters, eyes drooping, and he looks just as pathetic as he did all those years ago. He frowns flimsily. "I-I'm sorry. But I'll be good to you. Really. I'll be so good for you."

You shut your eyes and lean your head back. Your whole body hurts. Weighing out your options, you make a decision. If this Matthew is just as pathetic as the one you remember, then maybe you have a chance to escape if you butter him up enough.

"Fine. Untie me first."

Matthew's eyes widen. "R-Really? If you fight back, though, I'll have to use force, so, please, just... Don't run."

"I get it."

Eagerly, he brings out a knife and cuts through the rope. He rubs and massages your wrists for you when you're freed from your restraints. Dusts your clothes off for you, too. Though, you're wondering if what you think is a needlessly thoughtful action is just an excuse for him to feel you up.

"Let's get out of this basement, yeah? It's much better upstairs. Promise." He says, gently holding onto your hand. His are covered in bruises and small wounds. Butterflies are taking flight like fighter jets in his stomach.

When you stand up, Matthew pauses for a bit, violet eyes raking over your figure.

"Sorry, I just–" He starts, before cutting himself off by quickly stepping closer to you and encasing your body in a hug. He trembles and lets out a shaky breath, tightening his hold.

"I missed you so much," His voice cracks, "So happy you're here. Really. I feel like I'm on top of the world having you all to myself. You're all mine, finally."

Matthew takes in a sharp, obstructed breath. "Ugh, I–" He pulls away and his voice sounds all wet. He's crying. If you weren't so woozy, you would have scolded him when he wipes his face with his dirty jacket sleeve. Even now, you care about him, and maybe that's why he's fallen so helplessly in love with you.

He feels like he's shriveling into himself when all he does is simply breathe and what comes out is a sniffle. It's shameful, to boast about being a changed, stronger man, only to fall apart with a hug.

Wordlessly, he gulps his insecurities down his scratchy throat and grabs your wrist, taking you up the dusty wooden steps and leaving the basement. He does this with such little care it surprises you a little. It forces you to come to your senses in order to not stumble over your own heavy feet.

The actual interior of the house is much less industrial-looking than what you'd assumed from the basement. Rustic is the first word to pop into your mind to describe this place. Cottagecore, like the trendy people say, but... with a whole lot less of that trendy factor. It definitely is comfortable, which is a relief considering the storm outside.

Oh.

Looking out the window makes you realize something dreadful. You were never scared of the dark, pitch-darkness, even, but the vantablack surroundings beyond the glass begins to shroud you in a shadow of realization; there is a total absence of light. There are no lights, there are no houses nearby, there is nothing. You were in the middle of nowhere. You glance down to Matthew's battered sneakers and mud-caked jeans, and wonder how much trouble they went through to get you here.

He senses your staring, and looks to you, following your gaze and flushing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. This is no outfit for a reunion as important as this." He laughs sheepishly, weakly. He had managed to swallow his tears, with the only evidence left behind being his reddish waterline and nostrils.

"I'll, uh, I'll go change– Just sit down anywhere you'd like. Those drugs will take a bit to leave your system. I'll fix you something up to wash it down as soon as I'm back, sweetie." Matthew stays for a moment, gnawing on his lip like he's weighing something out in his mind, before deciding to just go for it. He leans in to quickly place a kiss to your temple, and despite his attempt at nonchalance, he lets out a thin, shaky breath, before scampering off into what you assume is his bedroom.

Still nauseated, you hobble over to the couch and collapse onto it with more grace than you expected. You spare only a few seconds before forcing yourself back up, making the most of your time alone to examine the area without the pressure of Matthew watching you.

You scan the room quickly, making note of any possible exits. There are only two in this living room. The window, and the lone door against the other side of the room. Nearing and examining the window, you quickly find that it has a keyed lock, and rush over to the door.

Keyed, padlocked, deadbolted. God, he really went through the trouble of installing multiple of these. You could only imagine what his keyring looked like. You wonder if you could nab it.

A long-fingered hand clamps over your shoulder, digging into your collarbones and pulling you back. It's over so quickly you don't even have time to complain and yell about the pain.

"What do you wanna eat?" Matthew asks sweetly. His voice, though recognizable, is different from the way you remember it. His signature softspoken-ness is still there, but it's hoarse, slightly deeper. Maybe it's because he started smoking, but no cigarette can be owed the credit of the subtle confidence in his tone– Maybe not confidence, but some sort of certainty.

Your irises tremble slightly at the startle as you return his stare, before gulping and answering. "...Anything's fine."

"Pancakes it is." He shrugs, a small smile on his lips. As he walks to the quaint kitchen, he pulls a black hair tie off of his bony wrist and begins tidying his wavy, honey blond locks into a low ponytail. His hair's grown so much since you last saw him, and you can't help but think it suits him well.

It's not just his hair, the rest of him has grown, too. Matthew's gained a few inches of height, though he looks slimmer than before. You're unsure if he lost weight, or if his height just makes him look thinner than he actually is. He's aware of it, that he looks slightly worse for wear, but he couldn't help but lose his appetite being away from you for so long. He'll gain it back eventually to look good for you. I have to, he tells himself.

Now that he's rid of his jacket and clad in just a loose, plain graphic shirt, you get a better look of the wounds on his arms. It's mostly around his knuckles and palms, maybe he's clumsy, maybe he does a lot of physical labor, those are strangers to you, but you're familiar with the thin scars on the inside of his wrists. They're faded and old now, thank god, but you remember the long teary nights in college you'd spend trying to convince him not to hurt himself just because you couldn't spend time with him that week. You made him promise he wouldn't do it anymore, and judging by the lack of fresh wounds, he's kept his word. Though those memories make your head throb, you feel slightly proud.

You wobble over to the couch, deciding to take a seat to try and soothe the nausea bubbling about inside you. You remember those red plaid pajamas he's wearing, too. Always wore them whenever you came over. You wince as another wave of pain ripples through your skull, and you wonder if he's purposefully dressed himself like that to remind him of his most favorite time in his life, one that he thought was yours too.

That smell of butter, vanilla, and syrup doesn't help. While your stomach does respond to the smell, you can't help but think of Matthew first before the food. He always smelled faintly of maple syrup, along with hints of lavender and men's shower gel. His old apartment reeked of it. You never thought such an innocuous scent could bring you so much irritation.

Matthew glances behind him, finding your zoned out, furrow-browed stare.

"Your head hurting real bad?" He calls out from behind his back, focusing on the current stack of pancakes he was building by the stove.

"Yeah," You say under your breath. You're not sure why you even bothered responding if you knew you were gonna answer so silently. A part of you felt it rude had you just been unresponsive, but good god, forget the formalities, he'd kidnapped you!

After a few more moments of head-clutching silence, Matthew arrives, sitting on the couch and placing a plate of pancakes on the wooden coffee table in front of you.

"Come on now, you should eat. You've been knocked out for a while, you're about to miss lunch and dinner." He says lightly, a faint sternness in his voice, like he were speaking to a child. You scoff feebly.

"Nah, I... I don't really feel like eating." Despite the apparent hunger pangs in your stomach, you feel terribly sick in the throat, like you were constantly on the verge of retching. As much as you wanted to down the food he's prepared for you, just the thought of eating makes you gag.

He lets out a small laugh. "Want me to feed you?" Scooting closer, he leans down and tilts his head to get a better look at your pallid, gloomy face, heavy with queasiness. You're still so beautiful, he thinks.

You shake your head adamantly at that, immediately regretting it at the dull pain that amounts from the action. "No, no, I'm alright, Mattie," You bite your tongue when you realize you've called him by that stupid nickname again. "I feel like I'm gonna throw up."

He can't help the cheesy expression on his face and the way his heart flutters at the nickname. "It'll get worse if you don't eat." He pouts. "Come on, at least five bites." He picks up a fork, already slicing a small bit for you, and holding it up to your mouth.

You look at it with a small frown and wince in your expression, and his eyes darken.

"I'll tell you where one of the keys are if you eat."

Those words grab your attention immediately, and haplessly, you take a bite of the pancake he offers you. Matthew lets out an airy giggle.

"I remember you used to complain so much about this. Whenever I tried to feed you." He says with a pointy, wistful smile. "You've changed a lot over the years. Still so in love with you, though." His gaze is heartbreakingly warm.

You look at him, heart stopping in your chest for a moment at how sincerely he's looking at you. His heart does the same, but just at the mere action of you meeting his eyes, acknowledging his existence.

"You too." You say simply, despite your thoughts being so much more than those two words imply. When his cheeks redden and his lips gape, you quickly correct yourself. "Uh, that you've changed. Not that I love you." He huffs a dry chuckle.

"Figured, but I wanted to believe it." Matthew cuts up another piece of the pancake and offers it to you. You bite, and his blush only darkens. While you're chewing, he speaks again.

"You're not wearing that bracelet I made you anymore." He makes a sad face.

You swallow, "It's in my apartment. Felt too bad to throw it away." The light returns to his lavender eyes and he grins warmingly at you.

The bracelet is simple, a thin twist bracelet made with red thread, all entwined together with love. Matthew gave it to you during a morning class, blushing and stuttering. He made one for himself, too, like the red string of fate, he giggled when he said this, lovingly looking at the matching bracelets around your wrists. Now that your vision was less foggy, you can now see that what you thought was a wound was actually that same bracelet around his wrist. The color has faded slightly, more dull with dirt and age, while yours is still as vibrant as the day he gave it to you. It's a shame he didn't nab it when abducting you.

"You still care about me." He grins, almond eyes sparkling with mirth.

"To my own detriment." You smile emptily at him, taking the fork from his grasp and quickly eating the rest of what you owe him.

"The key?" You remind him, and he seems like a lost puppy for a moment, before it hits him, his pointy-fanged grin widening. He chuffs bashfully, as if a secret of his had been revealed, before he answers, awfully joyous; "Oh, I was lying." He laughs almost childishly.

A feeling of cold dread and shame drips from your head and down your shoulders. Of course, why did you assume so easily that he'd just hand that to you on a silver platter? At the same time, of course you would, he's Matthew Williams, the same man who gave you his coat and paid your bus fare the first time you two met. He insisted you kept it, said it suited you better and he's got hundreds more like it anyways. You did, you kept using it over the years even when you graduated. You used it this morning, maybe that's why it was so easy for him to recognize you. Your gullibility strikes you with chagrin and you can only retaliate by pushing back.

"What? We made a deal. Why would you lie to me?"

Matthew's usually docile expression falls, and suddenly you feel like you genuinely have no idea who this man is anymore, and you regret thinking that you could just walk all over him and out that door like you did all those years ago.

"Do you think you have any control over this situation, sweetie?" He crawls closer, palms dipping the couch cushions. "Did you really think I'd guard you so loosely? After all these years?" The collar of his shirt hangs from his neck as he leans down, collarbones prominent. "Did you think I'd let you leave me again? Stupid." He spits, though it seems like the final insult was more directed towards himself than you.

You scoot back until your back hits the armrest, and before you can try and slide off the couch, a lithe arm cages you in.

"It tore me up, ripped me to shreds and I came back a different person, but the only thing that stayed, that didn't change, was my love for you– No, my love for you is what broke me in the first place. Please, god, just soothe me a little." Matthew's voice crescendos until it cracks, hysterical expression making you relive the hell that was your college days together.

"Just love me a little." He whimpers weakly, before pressing a desperate kiss to your lips, moaning in surprise as if he wasn't the one to kiss you first. It's short, brief, like it zaps him, too much for his poor racing heart to handle. The bright smile returns to his face when he pulls away, breathless. It stays despite the horrified look on your face.

"Why are you so disgusted? You already tasted plenty of me in those pancakes. You looked so cute eating up my spit." He teases, his glee evident in his voice, the loose strands of his hair tickling your face. The realization of what you had just consumed, what now sits heavily in the pit of your stomach, was something of his, makes you dizzy with abhorrence. You try to push him off, but he slams your shoulder back into the cushions, hands vice-like and heavy against your skin.

Matthew is panting, and when he catches his breath, his eyes widen and his irises shake. You can see his pupils contract and dilate. "I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry– Didn't mean to– Ah, merde." He whimpers, dropping his head to the crook of your neck. He's already reduced to a groveling mess, and you've barely said anything. "Please love me, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I love you!" He cries, and you hate that you really do feel sorry for him.

You hate him, hate the shit he keeps putting you through, hate how soft his voice is, hate how pathetic he is, hate how reliant he is on you, hate seeing his tears. You hate how he still manages to pull pity from you despite everything he's put you through.

With a shriek through gritted teeth, you fist his shirt and yank him down, this kiss is intended, and definitely felt like, more akin to an act of harm over love, but poor Matthew can't tell the difference.

He melts into it with a loving sigh despite his bleeding lips.

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[moonlaceletters]

canada + sleepy reader oh, dearest darling, sleep has not been your friend recently, has it?

it has been one of many early mornings, when your bleak, sleepless eyes stared at the damned ceiling for the nth time. too many thoughts ran in your mind, being about everything your brain could muster up just to keep you awake. and it succesfully did.

you tossed and turned, not finding space for yourself, blankets not being in the right way; you feeling too cold or too hot, or pyjamas you wore rubbed your skin just in the most irritating fashion possible -- no matter the reason, you could not find solace.

dark bags already formed under your eyes, being prominent, very much seen. as physical expression of your restless mind, and past sins haunting, justling memories awake. felt like terrible turn of faith; even like a punishment at times, insomnia even-more-so unbearably difficult.

birds started to gently chirp away, early morning hours approaching you, as they did. maybe a little walk wouldn't hurt, you thought.

slowly, sleepy mind working not as they should, you slid off the blankets, cringing from at how cold room felt. drowsily, you moved towards the closet, sliding out one of your worse coats, meant specifically for the 'lunatic' walks, when your mind got the best of your soul. clumsily putting it on; you checked the keys and phone, heading out after locking the door.

crispy, cold air hit your lungs like a blessing; mind feeling immediately clearer, as you did. heavy sigh escaped your lips; steps echoing on the empty, frozen pavement. streets were seemingly abanoned, isolated. very few windows glowed at such unholy hour. you were left alone with your own thoughts and realisations, gazing up at the faded sky. several stars met your vision, cold breath fading out into hues of early sunset, as seemingly you.

there wasn't much thought behind where and why you headed somewhere, yet your mind led you to the familiar doors several blocks away. your shaky hands carefully knocked on the front door, as if expecting (but not really) some sort of answer. yet doors opened, familiar string of curls and soft, sleepy expression meeting your view.

'ma chérie [my darling}, you cannot fall asleep…?', mattieu spoke gently, almost whispering. just a little nod from you; messy hair and dark circles told more than you could muster at the moment.

mattieu wrapped his hand around girl's smaller shoulders, shooing her inside. it was too cold outside anyways.

familiar canadian tea filled arches of lungs with special kind of warmth, which you could not find anywhere else. girl took a last sip, placing porcelain cup carefully down on the table, quietly sighing.

it was quite familiar routine, as mattieu was already comfortably laying on the bed; patting the spot nearby him. and who you were not to join him?

girl scurried quickly under the warm blankets, laying on mattieu's chest, getting comfortable. boy ran his soft hands through girl's hair, smooching girl's forehead ever-so-gently.

'fais de beaux rêves [sweet dreams]' <3

once in a while, your mind was quiet as outside.

[choerypetal]

ꕮ 𝐵𝑒𝑔𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔. ꕮ / Steve Raglan aka William Afton

William, or Steve, is the kind of man who doesn't hesitate to assert his dominance. Whether you dare to play a prank on him or serve up a tepid cup of coffee, you can be certain he'll take swift action to make you fully comprehend the consequences of your actions. He may choose unconventional methods, like a sudden, firm slap on your arse, which will elicit startled gasps and a visible rush of warmth to your cheeks. Your eyes will practically beg for more as he leans in, his tongue sensually tracing the curve of your neck, his fingers maintaining their strong hold beneath you. He'd whisper softly while gently nibbling the lobe of your ear, "What did I say about those who misbehave..." Of course, you'd remain silent, convinced that this is all part of an enticing game. As expected, he'd let a wicked smile curl on his lips.

"They need a reminder of who they truly belong to..."

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

For my dear Bunny

Dark!Yandere William Afton/Steve Raglan x gn!Reader

Category: Twisted Letter - I suggest you read the informations for twisted letters first ->here<-

Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: Stalking, description of kidnapping, mention of murder, 18+!!!, mention of male masturbation, NSFW, William Afton is a warning himself.

For my dear Bunny,

I don't even know where to start. Perhaps when you first entered my office? I get you were new to this town and needed a new job. You tried a few of the offers, but ended up inside my office because none of them were to your liking. The first time you entered my office I was secretly happy to see you, you were like fresh air in a stuffy place.

I can still remember how quiet, how shy you were, it was so cute! And when I stood up and you saw the size difference between us? Oh, you looked so adorable!!

When you told me how eager you were for a job but wanted a rather quiet one, I gave you just the right one. I loved seeing your eyes widen in joy and the smile on your face after it met your expectations.

Your first night went well, right? My daughter Vanessa told me how good you were at your job, she showed you around, gave you useful advices and showed you the Animatronics. But what she didn't tell you? In every corner of the place was a secret camera, which I could watch you through the computer in my office. And to be brutally honest with you here? I was planning to kill you. Yes that's right, I bet you saw the news about the missing nightguards here at Freddy's? I was the one responsible for it. My creations - the Animatronics killed them as I ordered them to.

But... after your first night I was beginning to really like you... the second night was also the night you encountered the Animatronics for the first time. At first I could see the fear in your eyes, the thought of getting killed by them. But I ordered them to just scare you a little bit, and you began to like them. And you know what? The Animatronics started to like you too. You are their friend now.

And now to your third night... at that night you were tired, so you thought a little 5 minute power nap would do the trick? Nobody would notice it since you were all alone in this haunted building...

But... I have seen it. You remember the little Freddy plushy on your desk, right? There was a small camera inside of it, I could see everything you did in the office. Your jumps whenever the power went out and you had to put it back on? Sweet.

I loved seeing you clean up the place after you were getting bored, throwing the trash out, cleaning the tables, or just simply swept the floor. You were a sight for sore eyes in that security uniform.

Please don't judge me but... after seeing you like this? I just had to jerk off right there. You moved so swiftly, I just lost control. It became my dirty little secret - watching you work while stroking my cock. You made me cum so hard every time...

Now to your fourth night. Did you like the short visit I gave you? Because I sure did. I can still see the fear in your eyes when you saw me standing there - inside the Springbonnie suit. You were so terrified, running back to the office and hiding under the desk. I loved it. Thought you would recognize my voice when I laughed at you, Bunny...

Today is your fifth night. I already prepared everything,

-making sure to lock all entrances and vents...

-to finally see the look on your face when I take off the yellow rabbit mask and reveal myself to you...

-the cloth with chloroform to get you unconcious...

Why am I letting you know what I want to do with you? So you can get a chance in trying your futile escape. I love seeing you run for your life.

You see... why I am writing this letter for you is... that you have triggered something inside me... something snapped... I don't know how to tell you, but all I know is that I want you. Did I become obsessed with you? Maybe I did. And you're about to find out.

I hope you will read this letter before Night 5 ends. Because if not it will be too late.

-- William Afton.

[williamstea]

Finally made " Understand my ship in 5 minutes " of them >:)

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Bonus Facts:

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Echo:

Sexuality: Demiromantic

Romantic Leanings: Only trusts people who can hack his firewalls (metaphorically and literally).

Experience: Has only ever "dated" online—ghosted everyone when they asked to meet IRL.

Extra: His Tamagotchis are his longest-running "relationships."

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Matthew:

Sexuality: Pansexual

Romantic Leanings: Falls hard and fast—usually for the worst people (musicians, baristas, that one intern who stole his hoodie).

Experience: Serial dater with a trail of failed romances (all immortalized in angsty poetry).

((Bonus : Matthew: Tried flirting with Echo once —got blocked for 48 hours.))

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William:

Sexuality: Demisexual

- Rarely attracted to anyone unless he’s formed a deep, obsessive connection (enter: Y/N).

Experience: Has never dated—too busy running his company.

((Fun Fact: His family assumes he’s asexual (August: "He’s too busy being a control freak to notice people.").))

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Damien :

Sexuality: Asexual

Romantic Leanings: Might develop rare crushes (think: once a decade), but zero interest in sex.

Experience: Brief military fling (no romantic feelings here) that ended when he realized he’d rather train his dog than flirt.

Extra: Brutus is his emotional support animal and wingman.

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((I'm interested in what will happen and how with this :3 Go Crazy >:] ))

((in the meantime, if you have any questions about some characters or some other things (or even some requests for draw), you can ask, I will be happy to answer or draw some sketches :))

[dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios]

Can I get yan 1P America and Canada with a darling who really wants to get pregnant? How would they handle this?

Of course! I find this to be interesting and I hope you like my answer!

1p America/Alfred Jones

"I'm sorry, WHAT?!?!"

He kidnapped you and you want to have a baby with him so soon? What is going through your head???? Where's the reasoning???? The common sense????

He's confused and terrified, he's really not ready to be a dad

He'll be extra careful with sexual stuff after that, and force you to take pregnancy tests without you being able to see the results

He's paranoid as fuck, having an actual kid would scare the ever living shit out of the poor man

1p Canada/Matthew Williams

":D"

That's his reaction no joke, big smile and excitement

He's a darker yandere than most and the thought of having a child with you turns him on instantly

He'll start working on it immediately, if he hadn't already

You'll be treated even better because he sees it as a sign of your love

[worldheadcanons]

Stalker AU ask!!!! How about the object of their obsession affection just flat out ignoring them for a while, like to the point of making them uncomfortable...

☆ stalkertalia: you ignoring them!

requested by @yandere-dark-cupid! gender neutral reader. starring . . . america, canada, england, & italy. warning for stalking, minor nsfw in alfred’s part, & general violence. fandom masterlist found here.

📌 . . . author notes: using this as a way to introduce a new character to the cast :). i have big plans for mr italy ngl. him & arthur are currently the only ones who also actively interact with reader outside of stalking. enjoy! also, i want to do a sort of game — can anyone guess how reader & italy know each other outside of stalking? i’d love to hear any guesses!

alfred f. jones!

— you’re ignoring him. why? is it because alfred kept whining over the phone, pretending to be present when really he was holding his dick in his hands, thinking of you bent over? he can’t help his sex drive, babe, he’s just a guy. it’s not his fault, especially when you were looking so good through your bedroom window. just pick up the phone. c’mon… pick it up. pick up.

— he doesn’t do well with you denying him attention. really, he likes to think he’s in control but he’s not. whenever you take away your attention, your voice on the other end of the phone, it’s a brutal reality check for him. jones first blames you. you’re being irrational, you’re being unfair! but then he blames himself. he’s overwhelmed you, he’s scared you off. he doesn’t know what to do, how to “win you back”.

— he eventually leaves you a long voicemail with something surprising inside: an apology. his voice is more genuine, more sincere as he half-pleads for forgiveness. alfred goes on about how he misses the blessing of your voice, how he’ll be less perverted, he promises. just pick up his calls soon, please. “i really, really do love you. it kills me not to talk to you. i’m sorry — just consider picking up, next time. i’ll behave, i will. okay, um. i love you, please pick up. bye.”

— you listen to it a couple days after he leaves it. partly because you were trying to ignore him and partly because you forgot about your voicemails. your head tells you to keep ignoring him but his desperate pleas pull at your heartstrings… when he calls that same day (as he’s done multiple times everyday since you’ve started ignoring him) you decide to finally answer.

— “oh, baby,” he coos softly as soon as you pick up, “god how i’ve missed your voice..” it’s almost cute, how his words comes out with a soft, tender affection woven into them. he apologizes once again before giving a light sigh of relief. “i thought i’d lost you,” he admits with a sort of empty laugh.

— you may think of it as a sweet line but really it’s heavily veiled threat. you’re lucky he didn’t take more drastic measures for your attention. trust me, he definitely thought about it — apologizing was not his first idea. and to think all you did was ignore him for a good week or two…

matthew williams!

— williams figures you’re just pulling one of your little stunts. every now and then you’d block his numbers (the ones you knew) and pretend to be either unbothered by or disinterested in him. it’s annoying when you do this but not at all a roadblock for him. phone calls are just one of the many methods he uses to feel close to you.

— he still watches you, still follows you to and from work when he can… he’s always so close to you, the phone calls don’t even matter. they’re just a nice addition to his life. his stalking you didn’t start with the phone calls and it won’t end with it either. he’s got enough photos, recordings, etc etc.. matthew lives off of a stockpile of material he keeps close to the sort of shrine in his house that’s dedicated to you.

— he still calls, of course, waiting for you to pick up again. you always give in after a while, which lets williams know that you’re curious about him at least (though he gets the feeling you’re interested in him and just bratty). your phone rings just as much as it did before. no more, no less. he’s cool, calm, and content while waiting.

— one day, you seem to come to your senses and respond to his call. he smiles to himself. it’s almost funny how predictable you could be. he has half a mind to tease you about your sorry return to him but he opts to be kind this time.

— “i knew you’d be back,” matthew murmurs, “you need me. you know you do. but i need you too. let’s not do this again, okay? now, how was your day?”

— he wasn’t lying — he does need you. just not as much as you need him. you’d managed to ignore him for only a month before you came back to him. he’ll have to figure out a way to get you back faster, though. like i said, it’s annoying when you ignore him. william’s only doing what’s best for you, watching over you like this.

arthur kirkland!

— why are you ignoring him? did he come on too strong, was he too sappy? did he creep you out? overwhelm you? he doesn’t have a schedule, sure, so maybe you’re just busy… but, he knows you’re not busy with work since he works with you. so what could you be busy with? a boyfriend, maybe? god, he hopes not.

— the more you ignore his calls, the more often he calls. he even calls you from the men’s bathroom once or twice, nervously biting his lip and then the tips of his nails until he hears the sound of you sending his call to voicemail — “fuck!” his voice is heard throughout the room but your office is a floor lower. you haven’t a single clue your stalker’s so close. arthur’s insecure; he thinks you’re moving on or something similar. can you blame him for feeling possessive, feeling needy? look at you! you’re everything. he wants to be something to you, he really does.

— since you won’t respond to his calls, he’ll just have watch you... to and from work, the grocery store, and even as you carried boxes out of a stranger’s house (how odd). he’s watching as much as he can. and suddenly, he takes a lot more photos, too. if your presence is as fleeting as your voice… he’ll need the photos. not for anything crass, of course. he’s a gentleman at heart. your presence brings comfort, though, and without your voice he needs a substitute to help ease the ache in his chest.

— finally, by the grace of god, you pick up on one of his calls. he lets out a gasp, thanking you over and over for finally picking up. he apologizes again and again until you interrupt him with some explanation — you were busy helping a close friend move out — fuck! how did he not think of that? he’d even watched you moving boxes the other day!

— “ah.. well... i missed you,” he says quietly, “i really did miss you… i was worried about you. maybe next time you could give me a warning, when you’re going to be busy. of course, you don’t have to, love. but i’d really, really appreciate it…”

— it was barely even a week without your voice, and look how needy you’ve made him. it’s definitely for the best that you don’t ignore him again. if he’s this clingy now, imagine him after a month!

feliciano vargas!

— he’s only just started to call you. of course, you wouldn’t pick up the first time. or the third or.. sixth… or even the fifteenth! vargas knew it wouldn’t be easy for him; you’re a smart cookie, after all. it’s part of why he likes you so much. you’re almost like a challenge for him to win. a spirit for him to break, a sort of beauty that he feels he must conquer.

— he’s not patient, though. in fact, he’s quite needy. but he tries to be patient for you. isn’t that romantic? he tries his best not to throw his phone at the ground as you ignore his call for the umpteenth time. sometimes, however, feliciano gives in to his own immaturity, smashing his phone to bits while crying. you’re just so damn stubborn, it’s frustrating!

— don’t worry, he’s back soon enough with a brand new phone and a brand new number. vargas has got enough money to several new phones. really, he’s got enough to build you a house right beside his own. he would, if you wanted it. he would, if you picked up the damn phone.

— eventually, you pick up. that’s the thing feliciano does well, if nothing else: wearing people down. not to mention the fact that when you complain to him about the mysterous calls, he encourages you to respond. he bats his eyelashes, suggesting that maybe it’s an old friend or a relative with a new number. you should answer, just once. just for the hell of it, he says, pushing you to answer the calls. live a little, he adds, knowing you haven’t a clue that he’s the one behind them.

— “ah, i knew you’d answer one day,” vargas almost sings into the phone. finally. “it’s nice to hear your voice, tesoro. who am i? your soulmate… oh, you want to know my name?.. i’ll be keeping that a secret, for now, okay? how about.. you pick up my next call… and i’ll send you those new books you’ve been eyeing, hm? i promise i’m good for it, mio bellissimo amore*.*”

— great, now you’ve got a stalker. but it isn’t all bad, really. you shift positions on your small bed, humming. if you play your cards right, you could get some free books out of the guy.

☆ TRANSLATIONS.

— *”tesoro” means darling. i used the masculine form because that’s more gender neutral.

— *”mio belissimo amore” should translate to “my beautiful love.” again, masculine form because it’s more gender neutral.

[crimson-kisses]

Ok umm. Yandere god Canada, America, Russia, Austria, Germany, and France with a nature Goddess reader.

🤡💧anon ~

Technically, I have already done this ask in a way so this will only contain some drabbles!! Hope you liked it. Austria is a new one, tho!

Warning: Contains usual yandere themes, toxic relationships and the like.

Other works related to the au [post 1 || post 2 || post 3 || post 4 || post 5 || post 6]

Tangled vines

Canada || Matthew Williams 🇨🇦

Sitting atop a grassy hill, surrounded by vibrant blooming flowers, Matthew watches you with an admiring gaze. The calmness you give off brings a sense of peace to his soul, and he could spend hours simply observing your serene demeanor.

However, beneath your calm exterior, a storm rages within. Containing your seething fury, you make a decision not to show Matthew the extent of your anger. He had held you captive, subjecting you to his relentless beasts—creatures both mortal and immortal, magical and fierce.

His mighty wolves encircle you, seeking solace and warmth, as if yearning for a mother's touch. But you are far from their mother, yet you dare not push them away, lest you lose half of your body.

While your injuries may heal, the pain would prove burdensome, and that is the last thing you desire.

Matthew has succeeded in breaking your spirit through fear, ensuring your submission to his will. Meanwhile, delicate creatures flutter around you, drawn to the beauty of the blossoming flowers, as if inviting them into an embrace.

Sitting on the hill, you keenly sense Matthew's loving gaze upon you, his watchful eyes drinking in every detail of your presence.

"Your presence brings me a tranquility I haven't felt in eons,"

He murmurs, walking closer to where you sit, his hands clasped behind his back. He stalks towards you, paying no mind to the flowers crushed under his boots as he positions himself besides you. In his outstretched palm, a delicate butterfly finds solace.

His eyes, a shade of soothing lavender, gaze at you with a glint of delight. He reaches out, intertwining his fingers with yours, binding them tightly together. The fluttering creatures find respite around both of you, creating a delicate barrier.

You manage to suppress a shudder at his words, a bitter irony lingering in your mind. For he has brought you nothing but misfortune after misfortune. Trapped in this place, guarded by unfathomable creatures, you find yourself drained and wearied. His clinginess, has only soured over time, leaving you with a distaste that grows stronger with each passing moment.

At the very least, he hasn’t taken you far away from your domain.

America || Alfred F Jones 🇺🇸

The palace of the divine king stood in all its splendor, a spectacular sight of celestial marble adorned with magnificent statues. Pearls of various kinds adorned every corner, while golden rings encircled the ceilings, creating an ambiance fit for the heavens.

Yet, for you, it was a personal hell.

Alfred had positioned you on his lap, gripping you tightly as he attended to his duties and other matters, leaving you unable to attend to your own responsibilities. Your connection to your own domain felt distant, slipping through your fingers like sand.

There was no solace to be found within these walls.

But of course, Alfred was busy with showcasing you, parading you around, while purposely disregarding your legitimate concerns. It often felt as if he intentionally sought to provoke you, to ignite his wrath within you.

Perhaps that was exactly what he desired.

There is no piece or a leaf of your domain to be found near his castle, his territory, his domain, because his insufferable pride wouldn’t let that happen anytime soon. Instead, he to claim you as his, not as an another immortal being, but his wife, his woman, his lover. That’s the only identity you ought to have in his eyes.

Except for the garden, a sprawling expanse adorned with lush nature, you were forbidden to enter without his presence by your side. He would lead you beneath the thick foliage of the trees, that’s where he pleased you as he so wished, over and over again, until he was satisfied. The flowers bloomed with an ardent passion, glistening with dewdrops that adorned the garden like delicate jewels. It was a place solely dedicated to your pleasure, a sanctuary of sensory delights.

As if he was saying without telling, that even in this sanctuary you cannot have solace or peace without him by your side.

His hands were now inching towards your thighs, the dress slipping away smooth as milk as goosebumps raised on your skin, he stared at you with a lustful gaze, sitting between your naked thighs.

"It’s always a pleasure to be on my knees for you".

Russia || Ivan Brangisky 🇷🇺

He was more than aware that the frigidness of his domain did not suit you well and often clashed with the climate of your domain. Frost clung to your delicate skin, causing you to tremble ever so slightly in the face of the biting cold breeze.

He inhaled softly through his nose, a smile slowly spreading across his lips as he imagined you snugly wrapped in his coat, finding warmth and comfort within its embrace.

Sadly, you had politely refused.

Ivan set a steaming bowl of hot soup before you, urging you to partake as he settled into a seat across from you. His gaze, filled with intensity, roamed freely over your form, appreciating your beauty. You were indeed a stunning woman, a captivating sight that was truly a feast for the eyes.

He held a special fondness for the moments when you brought life and beauty to his desolate domain, watching nature bloom in all its loveliness and delight. It was a sight that touched his heart and filled him with a rare warmth, a feeling he rarely experienced within his own realm and in his life as a whole.

And it was precisely because of this profound connection that he felt compelled to carry out what he was about to do.

With deep violet eyes sparkling with delight and a hint of amusement, he watched as a vibrant cluster of sunflowers flourished around his house. Your cheerful laughter and radiant smile tugged at his heartstrings, bringing warmth to the depths of his being.

You were undeniably enchanting, blissfully unaware of the healing power you possessed. In your presence, the scars that tore at his heart and the wars that ravaged his immortal soul seemed to fade away.

It was you, and only you, who had the ability to mend the shattered pieces and bring solace to his troubled existence.

Austria || Roderick Edelstein 🇦🇹

Glowing bluebells sway delicately from fragile stems, emitting a soft, ethereal glow. As you run your fingers tenderly across their petals, a melodic serenade reminiscent of piano keys fills the air. With a sigh, you become aware that you are under the watchful scrutiny of keen plum-colored eyes.

You have long stopped caring about such things, focusing on the peaceful arrangements of nature around you, swaying with their own set of tunes which was such a joy to hear.

Emerging from his hiding place, Roderick would reprimand you about the seemingly chaotic music that resonates in the surroundings. Swiftly taking control of the situation, and in response to his commands, the flowers obediently bloom and unfurl themselves once more. The melodies that fill the air follow his guidance, harmonizing in a more orderly manner.

At the very least, you would be near your domain and Roderick, as much as judgmental he is about some things, whether it be how your too much of a carefree woman or being agitated by your chaotic domain, he had no qualms about separating you from your home.

You supposed you will take what you get, as he exclaims that it is now time for dinner and grabs you inside his mansion by gently placing a hand on your waist and demanding you to clean yourself up.

It wasn’t all that bad, you supposed with an exasperated look directed towards him and go ahead, to wash yourself up for dinner.

Germany || Ludwig Beilschmidt 🇩🇪

You swim around the extravagantly colorful reefs with a burst of speed as dozen fishes follow your trail. Playfully, you swirl around and watch as they circle around you, filling your heart with warmth unlike the cold water which was your home.

Your tail, looked like a part of the nature itself, scales glistening with shades of green, mimicking hues of lush moss that clung to ancient stones, delicate tendrils of seaweed and aquatic flora intertwined with the moss-like scales.

It shimmered vibrantly in the ocean, as you glided through the vibrant reefs, leaving a trail of luminous pearls in their wake, so you could be easily tracked by the Deity of the twelve Oceans.

You feel the sudden change of current in the ocean, as he swims near you skillfully, his powerful tail a deep shade of forest green, with a golden hue.

The water lilies swim above you, blooming in your presence as they gently make way for the sunlight to fall upon you both. Following your and Ludwig's command with perfect harmony.

"You have been wandering quite a lot, I can’t help but be worried about you. I suppose the pearls were a good idea after all".

Solemnly you nod, as the former giddiness you shared with the fishes fades away into an empty space in your chest. Ludwig takes your hand and together you both take a dive, deeper into the ocean.

The pearls would make a fine jewelry for a more fortunate woman someday, you think, as Ludwig can’t help but collect few in with his hands.

France || Francis Bonnefoy 🇫🇷

A necklace adorned with a delicate array of ethereal feathers, gracefully embraced your neck. In the mirror's reflection, you could see the reflection of Francis, dreamy expression adorning his face, captivated by your appearance.

You swiftly avert your gaze from his, he gently takes a hold of your hand, pressing a series of tender kisses upon the top of your knuckles, his affectionate gestures ascending to graze your neck.

You don’t bother saying anything, not that he would listen to what do you have to say. Staying still, as he presses kisses across your collarbone, his hands inching towards the sides of your bosom.

In your divine beauty, you stood as a celestial masterpiece, crafted from stardust that cascaded across the vast expanse of the universe. With a single glance, you effortlessly ensnared his heart, drawing him into a realm of enchantment from which he could never escape. Your allure was irresistible and mesmerizing, leaving him forever spellbound by your radiant presence.

His adoration for you knew no bounds. He was madly in love with every curves of your body, his hands tenderly skimmed through the strands of your hair, cherishing each delicate strand. A shudder comes through you as he pushes your dress down, and then presses a passionate kiss on your lips, hands grabbing whatever they could find.

You were the nature's most precious treasure, indeed.

[504py]

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

i’ve never seen scream LMFAO. but hey guys! posting to drop this on y’all and to say requests are closed, thanks so much to everyone who participated! i have a few more requests to post, but i felt my work has been getting sloppy so i’ll try to take some more time on them. in the meanwhile, i hope this scratches the itch! (looking at you, anon who asked for yandere allies). i’ll be opening requests like this every time i reach a milestone, just to celebrate the people who enjoy my art. thanks again y’all!!

[midnightlee25]

Could I request headcanons for the Allies' or Axis' reaction to their darling having a cryptic pregnancy, and one day, their darling just randomly gives birth? Or one day they just find their darling with a baby or babies?

Yandere Reactions: Allies & Axis With a darling who had a cryptic pregnancy

NOTE: A cryptic pregnancy is when a person does not know they are pregnant until late in the pregnancy, possibly until labor begins. During a cryptic pregnancy, a person may not experience typical pregnancy symptoms. (so says google.)

Germany (Ludwig):

He would be both surprised and a bit annoyed. The annoyed part comes from him feeling like he failed in keeping track of his darling's heath and not at the actual pregnancy. Course he had plans to start a family with his darling however it would have happened much later. Either way he is very happy his darling had his baby. Although he will do a lot more health checks from now on including testing to see if they are pregnant every few months.

North Italy (Feliciano Vargas):

Very confused at first but that quickly turns into joy. His darling is having a baby! They are going to be a family! Now they really can be together forever.

Japan (Kiku Honda):

He definitely thought something was wrong but didn’t know what it was and pregnancy definitely wasn’t on his mind at all. But when his darling suddenly goes into labor it’s very…frantic to say the least. Once the baby is born he is happy although very surprised. Plus now that he had a tie to his darling he feels like they truly can’t leave him now.

America (Alfred F. Jones):

At first he thought it was some kind of act when his darling suddenly went into labor. But he quickly realized they weren’t faking.  He was very confused on how he or they didn’t know they were pregnant. But that goes away as soon as the baby is in his arms. From that point on every once in a while he will have his darling take a pregnancy test just to make sure another surprise doesn't happen.

France (Francis Bonnefoy):

He completely believed it when his darling suddenly went into labor. At first he had no idea what was wrong and was worrying if they were dying. When suddenly a baby came he was overwhelmed with joy! He and his darling have a baby! They are a family! Although he thought he knew everything that happened with his darling this was the best surprise ever in his book.

Russia (Ivan Braginsky):

Another one that thought it was some kind of trick all the way up until the baby was literally coming out of them. He was over the moon about the baby although he was also angry thinking his darling had hide the pregnancy. But when he figured out that not even they know he focused on being happy about the sudden baby. He did make a mental note to get his darling check out medically more often.

England (Arthur Kirkland):

Didn’t believe it until the baby was born and in his arms. He didn’t even know he could get them pregnant. Now that he knows that he is definitely planning on having more and knowing beforehand and not at the last minute.

China (Yao Wang):

He knows that when they went into labor it was real. He was beating himself up over not knowing that they were pregnant but that all went away when the baby was in his arms. He is very happy about this little surprise. He does wonder if this will happen in future pregnancies as will or not.

Canada (Matthew Williams):

He was wary and scared that his darling was suddenly in great pain. Pregnancy hadn’t even crossed his mind until the baby came out. He thought they seemed different but didn’t know how. He cried when he held the baby. He was going to make sure he knows if his darling ever becomes pregnant again even if they don’t think they are.

[shini--chan]

Can i req yandere sheet I for canada? Thx ❤️

Sure, the pleasure is mine.

Yandere Character Sheet I - 1p! Canada (Matthew Williams)

Trigger warnings: framing, emotional manipilation/abuse, murder, suicide, unusual punishments, stalking, breaking and entering, psycho terror, solitary confinment

Attributes - What sort of Yandere is he/she?

Matthew would be a surprisingly patient yandere. To him, it would largely be a game of watching and observing and sometimes adjusting circumstances to get a desired outcome. He would be magnanimous with all the time he would give you to adjust to the realities of your new relationship - your screaming would be dismissed with a light smile and most of your insults would be disregarded with quiet laughs. Due to him having weathered more extreme circumstances, your scorn wouldn’t make him buckle or relent in keeping you. It would take a lot for him to even consider raising a hand to you, and instead he would opt to outwait you. Someday, you would have to give in and stop fighting against his life. While he would yearn for that day to come, he wouldn’t rush you. The wish for your relationship to develop organically would still be there, even with the … twisted setting and conditions. 

Speaking of twisted, Canada would also be creepy. Of course, he would be very apt at hiding it if he’d want to, yet once he would have you stuck with him, he would see no need for concealment. Whereas before he would take great care not to let himself be noticed (most of the time) while stalking you, once he would have you in his custody, his true colours would seep through. Long and rigid staring contests, constantly being observed without comment and invasive questions would become the norm. He would do strange activities commonly, as would be taking you places or doing things to you without explanation. The ulterior motive behind all this would be to test the sincerity of your motivations, and to break you in. 

Building up on the aforementioned aspects, he would be very observant when it would come to you. As I’ve mentioned before, he would handle himself like a scientist doing field research. There would be a constant tracking and tracing and analysing your actions without explicitly interfering, and with explicitly interfering in order to document what reactions he can provoke from you. He would also strive to encounter sides of you that you’ve never shown anybody before and thus be the only one to ever truly know you. For that, he would put you in extraordinary circumstances and do his best to make sense of your behaviour. There would also be little that would escape with, except if there would be larger matters taking up the majority of his attention, so it would be difficult to plan a successful escape. 

Falling into the same category as his observant tendencies would be his obsessiveness. Before he would entrap you with him, he would often stare wistfully at a portrait or a photo of you, his eyes going over your every other feature until he could see you crystal clearly in his faintest dreams. Trying to use a disguise to escape him would therefore be futile since he would quickly see through it. Everything from the exact cadence of your voice to your gait to your body language would be memorised and you would have to be very thorough for you to have a chance to wriggle out of his grasp. 

In some ways, he would be surprisingly accommodating. While he would be obsessed with you and know all your likes and dislikes down to the ones you would be cognisant of yourself, your new world would be constructed according to his tastes. Sure, he would indulge you from time to time, as a treat. The matter here would be that he wouldn’t be obsessed with you as a whole, just with certain characteristics that would come in the right amounts. All else could be discarded, and would be - he would work on like a diamond cutter would on a jewel. Imperfections would be cut away and you would be polished to perfection. Not that you would have much say in the process mind you, nor would he explain what he would be doing with you.

Cornering - How would they get you?

Like a hunter cornering his prey before going for the kill. Of course he might try for a normal relationship, yet even there it wouldn’t be enough for him. Matthew would find himself tracking you when you wouldn’t be together, and his heart would ache with yearning if you would be out of reach. Worry would plague him if he wouldn’t know your whereabouts and he would often rifle through your things to quiet his mind. It would just become worse as time would pass, and if you’d spot the red flags and try to run away, he would tighten his grip. Should push really come to shove, then he would kidnap you and drive off into the sunset. That would be an outcome he would like to avoid before setting the proper groundwork, though. 

The groundwork in question being, cutting your social ties and making you more receptive to him. Progress in your relationship would be accompanied by you spending more time with him and all the less with your family and friends. Matthew would frown upon you with other people while you would be with him - he would even make you feel guilty for diverting your attention away from him and to your parents. Gult would be evoked with such gentle and heartfelt words and gestures that you would likely not reprimand you for it. Gradually, he would have you cut social bonds with third parties, either by making you be viewed in a bad light or by convincing you of the bad qualities of other people. To top that all off, he would move with you to some other place, and then kidnap you. People would be less worried about a newcomer in town disappearing than a local that has lived there for years, after all.

Expectations - What do they expect of you?

One expectation would be for you to be hardy, in a way. Delayed gratification is the best gratification after all, and he would derive no fun from running roughshod over you. Additionally, he wouldn’t grant you an easy life where you could kick your feet up and let him do all the work; you would have to pull your own weight to an extent. That would also be his plan of directing you towards mutual domestic bliss. It would also quiet him to know that you wouldn’t crumple like a tissue at the slightest push. And it would simultaneously disquiet him because it could mean that you wouldn’t dare be vulnerable around him and that he would have to pry you open like a clam. In turn though, he would be less condescending with you if you have such autarky than if you would be a princess that he would need to pamper and cater to. 

Such deductive skill would be good, especially since you wouldn’t have the liberty of him explaining all his actions to you, or even answering his questions. While he would fully intend to be mysterious and throw you off balance every now and then, he wouldn’t like it being too easy. At his core, he would always be a hunter and it is far more fun hunting after bears than after dodos. Intelligence would also have its own measure of charm in his estimates and in that vein, he would like siccing you on his opponents for your affection. Of course, he would frame it in a way that you would believe the cause you’re undertaking to be righteous. In ways, he would like to appeal to your intelligence, and use it against you at the same time. 

Some sweetness would be required, even if it would just be bittersweet. Despite all his weird behaviour, he would yearn for gestures of affection from you, to be able to lay his head in your lap, to kiss you and find comfort in your arms. If he would have to go through threats and tantrums and callousness to get there, then so be it. You may have a spine of steel or be callous or cold, yet he would outright demand you be sweet and tender to him in one way or the other. Showing this sweetness towards other people would also have the highest chance of making him jealous. Be it an animal - he would only allow you to have pets once you’re utterly devoted to him. Be wary though - being sweet to him once would lead to him guliting and manipulating you should you become angry or cold with him.  

What’s more, he would prefer for you to have hidden depths as well. It would make for a more interesting relationship. He could claim that he is good for you, and point to the new sides of you that he brought forth. Revealing new sides of yourself to you would also give him power over you and give you a stronger bond with him. It would add credibility to the claim that only he would truly know you and whole understand and “love” you.

Faded - Would they let go of you in any way?

Death would free you - he would be able to let you go because he would always have a piece of you with him. Therefore, faking your death would be a good option since he would be hesitant to believe any indications of you still being alive. That would reopen old wounds and that would be far too painful for him to bear. Thus, he would deny your continued existence until it would be staring at him right in the face and even then he would still need some convincing. 

The second option wouldn't really be letting you go, it wouldn't be clinging to you either - it would fall into a grey zone. What would happen, is that he would let you free in the case of crossing his own moral red lines, or if he would harm you in some unspeakable way. However, he would still keep an eye out for you and track your movements and doings. This would be his version of a long distance relationship. 

Punishment - How would they proceed if you do something they disapprove of?

He wouldn't see it as punishment, since you're not some subordinate or illegal element. Instead, Matthew would regard it as drawing lines in the sand. Kind as he would be with you, he really wouldn't let you steam roll over you. 

One mild form would be his passive aggressiveness. There would be sarcastic remarks and waspish japs. Should he do something at your behest, then he would heed the word but not the spirit. That, or he would twist your words into something horrible, may it be to depict you as a bad person or simply just to annoy you. Should you call him out on his behaviour, then he would laugh it off as an innocent misunderstanding. Perhaps he would even turn the tables on you and accuse you of jumping at shadows. Going further, there would even be times he would purposefully misunderstand you to set you off - depending on your misdemeanor, he would either stop after one “misunderstanding” or go so far that you would start pulling your own hair out. Depending on his mood, he could also be direct - he would verbally rip you to shreds. He would play on your fears and toy with your heart strings; his words would be peppered with insults, even curse words. And he wouldn’t back down if you would dig your heels in and talk back. No, he would only stop once you would beg for forgiveness. 

Another thing he would do to get you back in line, would be to lock you in a separate room. All forms of entertainment would be taken away from you, excluding a small King James’ Bible. The room would be small - a bed, a basin and a chamber pot. Food and something to drink would only come once a day and he wouldn’t talk or communicate with you in any form. When he would deem you having been punished enough, he would let you out again and pretend it had never happened. On a smaller note, for smaller transgressions, he would deprive you of your sources of comfort, be it a certain book, stuffed animal or snack. 

A punishment that you would have to be especially wary of would have to do with food. To be more precise - he would deliberately cook your meals in a way that would render them disgusting. Furthermore, he would force you to eat the food and would take care that you wouldn’t stick your fingers down your throat to vomit it all back up. Perhaps he would even just give you the sort of food items that you principally find disgusting for a whole week. Should you be especially cross, then he would take out the fish oil or the castor oil. Matthew would make you lick the spoon once he’d be done forcing it down your throat. 

Reaction - How would they react to you escaping?

It would straddle the line between disbelief and resignation. Deep down, he would know of the high likelihood of you trying to scram, yet there would still have been the hope that you would have already wholly accepted him. First, he would be paralysed and would need to sort his thoughts. Following that, would be anger - at you for being so insolent, and at himself for not taking adequate measures. It would also be this anger that would rouse him out of his stupor and make him spring into action. And what actions those would be. 

He would furiously track you down, subdue you and sling you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Of course, if he would find you in public, he would do it in the guise of a police officer in civilian clothing, or even as a member of the military. If the affair would take longer, then he would really treat it like a hunt for big game, just that you would be the most dangerous and craftiest game out there. Maybe he would even subdue you with a tranquilizer dart to get the point across. That being said, he would always make sure that he would be the one to track you down and bring you home. Involving third parties in anything more than a minor capacity would just make matters more complicated. 

Once home, you would get a stern talking to and be sent to bed without supper, as long as you aren’t injured. Matthew would check for injuries and other signs of ill health and then ponder on how to best punish you. Aside from the things already mentioned, he can become quite creative. 

Turnabout - Scenario: You have the upper hand? What would be different from their usual MO? 

There actually wouldn’t be much of a difference, surprisingly. It might annoy him at moments, but that would be it. Naturally, he would be more discreet with the one or the other thing, or even kinder on the surface while he would attempt to chip away at your power base. The reason for this would be that he would really aim to back you dependant on you in one way or another. His ego wouldn’t suffer under changed power dynamics. It wouldn’t make much of a difference to him, as long as he is of importance to you.  

Vengeance - What would they do in the face of competition? 

Canada would do his best to make you turn on them, either by slander or by you outright reporting them for a crime or even investigating yourself. What better way to get rid of the competition than by making you reject them, than by making you destroy them? For that, he would go to great lengths to cast them in a bad light, might it range from leaking secrets to cyberbullying to framing them for felonies. There would be little chance of you running into another person’s arms if you distrust them, and it would help him in his crusade to make you view the rest of the world as evil. 

Twisting your view of reality wouldn’t be his only modus operandi of course - he might resort to breaking the other person down. Here, he would stalk them, but with hate in his heart instead of poisoned love. He would turn the other person’s life against them, haunt them, play psychological warfare even. Once the person would be tipped past the point of no return, he might offer them to move to another country, or suggest euthanasia if they were a big thorn in his side. Last but not least, he could opt for disposing of them himself, as much as he would loath getting his hands dirty. Either, he would let the person go “missing”, or he would decide to kill two birds with one stone and frame somebody else for the murder. 

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

See what happens

Dark!yandere William Afton/Steve Raglan x f!reader

Dead dove do not eat - You'll get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: Punishment, Smut, failed escape attempt, threats, deep throating

Note: this is based off my yandere William Afton headcannons

You woke up, eyes adjusting to the dim light in the room you were in. Your head ached, propping yourself up on your elbows you quickly realized you were inside a bedroom "What the hell?" you frowned. You stood up and walked towards the window, looking outside you noticed it was already night. Suddenly you heard footsteps approach, so you quickly climbed back into bed. The door opened and you saw William standing in the doorway, "Ah, you're awake. How do you feel, bunny?" he asked and slowly walked towards the bed "William? Where am I?!" you asked still feeling lightheaded from whatever had caused your unconciousness.

William chuckled and gave you a lopsided smile "Well, you're here at my house. I brought you here, so we can be together. Forever." his tone was gentle yet there was a hint of possessiveness behind it. "You see... this could have been avoided, but you simply rejected me after I have done so much for you." William sat down on the edge of the bed as you quickly scooted away.

"You kidnapped me because I rejected you?!" You sneered as William's expression went serious, "Oh yes. But that's not all, you rejected my offer to ask you out and walked out of my office like I was a pile of shit."

"Listen William... I'm sorry.." you replied with fake symphatism "That's not gonna work, sweetheart." He chuckled dryly.

"Please let me go William, we can try it fresh.." you begged but William only shook his head, "Not a chance, honey. You belong to me now." William said in a darker tone as you thought about a way out. And without thinking twice, you grabbed a pillow and pretended to place it in your lap when you suddenly slammed the pillow into his face, catching him off guard as you rushed out of the room.

Hearing William curse, you looked around and spotted the staircase to the first floor and quickly went to run down.

"Come back here!" William called out and quickly emerged from the bedroom and went after you "You better come back here!"

He was fast but you had the head start and ran out of his house, the night breeze hit you as adrenaline started to spread through your system. Instead of just running and screaming for help and potentially revealing your position to William, you dashed behind his house as you heard William run out but stopping infront of his door, looking ahead. William knew you didn't ran straight ahead, all neighbours had small fences so he would saw you climbing over them and the only way for you would be straight. He knew you were still here, he didn't see you running, so he slowly made his way behind his house and onto his backyard. You had to think fast - so you hid inside the little hut since the wooden fences he had were too tall for you to climb up.

"You stupid little brat." William muttered under his breath and walked towards the hut. Meanwhile you looked around and found a closet, went in there and sat down and put all the clothes in there ontop of yourself to prevent being seen instantly. As you heard William's footsteps approach you clamped a hand over your mouth to keep quiet.

The door slowly creaked open and William began searching for you "I know you're in here. Just so you know, when I find you, you're about to get it!" he threatened and after a while of searching, he slowly walked towards the closet and put his hand on the doorknob "This is your last chance to come out, and maybe I'll go easy on you..." William opened the door and frowned when he saw you not inside only seeing the pile of clothes in there.

William growled in frustration and just as he was about to turn around to leave, he paused and thought for a moment.

"Thought you would be a sneaky one, didn't you? Well, think again... many people before you have done this trick to escape me..." William set his eyes on the pile of clothes and abruptly reached inside as you started to squirm as he roughly grabbed you by the hair and revealed you as he yanked your head back and leaned down "Gotcha." he grinned as you tried to get his hand off of your head "Fuck you!" you snapped but it only made him chuckle, "You have such a dirty mouth on you, hm?" William then roughly pulled you out by the hair and dragged you back inside his house.

Once back inside the bedroom, he threw you onto the bed and pulled you in a sitting position on the edge "Don't struggle or this will hurt ten times more." he threatened as he let go of your hair and stepped back.

It's only then you catched a glimpse of the bulge in his pants and your eyes widened in realizasion at what's going to happen. William noticed it and grinned "What? Did you really thought I would punish you by locking you inside a room, hm? Oh no, we will sort this out the right way." William slowly unzipped his pants and stepped closer to you "You have no idea how hard you made me when you ran away, sweetheart. And now we are going to do something about your dirty mouth. Open." he ordered and pulled his big cock out. When you didn't open your mouth willingly, he roughly grabbed your hair and yanked your head back. The second your mouth was open, he rammed his almost too big cock into your mouth making you gag at the sudden intrusion.

William groaned and guided your head to suck him off slowly at first, his tip scratched the back of your throat but with each stroke he penetrated your throat deeper, stretching your throat. As your throat contracted around him he stopped and held your movements, "Ahh, fuck- see where your bratty mouth has gotten you?" William then pushed his cock deeper into your throat, your throat felt so stretched you gagged around him but he didn't stop, he held your head still and thrust slowly. His cock then left your mouth to let you breathe for a moment, but William wasn't done with you "Take off your pants." he ordered and you did.

As soon as your pants and panties were off, William spread your legs and his hand went for your pussy and rubbed your clit. You bit your lip and tried to stay quiet, when a small whine escaped and William smirked, "You like this, don't you? Don't worry, I will make sure to fuck any further escape ideas out of you."

William rolled your shirt up, exposing your stomach and positioned himself between your legs and and his tip pressed against your cunt, you hissed at the size of him but William slowly pushed inside you, stretching your tight hole, he groaned deeply "Fuck, you're so deliciously tight around me... I'm going to stretch you so fucking good, honey." he started moving slowly, the size of him was a little painful but after a moment your body adjusted to his almost too big cock as he started moving faster. You tried to stay quiet but every now and then small moans escaped your mouth making William pount your poor little pussy with his big cock.

"I'm about to cum, honey." he warned as his breath became ragged and his movements even more intense, you felt like his cock would explore your guts and a moment later William pulled out of you and let out a loud groan, thick ropes of hot cum spilled over your stomach.

William's cock grew soft again as he leaned over you, "Are you going to try escaping again? Because if you try that shit again, see what happens." William pulled back and left the bedroom, leaving you there with your thoughts.

[williamstea]

~Summer break activities with guys ~

-------------------------------------------- Echo

Doesn’t leave his house (as always). Ever. But he hacks into tropical beach webcams and pretends he’s "there."

Sends Y/N cryptic memes about "sunburn dangers" (from a VPN in Antarctica).

Sends Matthew Weird Memes at 3 AM. "You awake? [image of a rat in a tiny hat]"

Summer Obsession: Trying (and failing) to grow a watermelon on his balcony.

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Matthew

Sleeps In. Works early shifts all year—summer is his time to finally wake up past 9 AM.

Writes Poetry in the Park. Secretly scribbles verses in a battered notebook under a tree. If anyone approaches, he immediately pretends it’s a grocery list.

Helps at His Mom’s Bakery. Unofficial taste-tester for his mother’s "Seasonal Summer Pies" . Gets flour everywhere.

Tinkers with Broken Radios. His dad brings him old electronics to fix. Success rate: 50%. Fire hazard risk: high.

Takes Socks (His Rat) on "Adventures". AKA lets him nap in his hoodie pocket while he walks around town.

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Damien

Summer Vibe: "Vacation? No. Different work."

Trains Brutus in the Woods – Takes Brutus hiking and "accidentally" teaches him to knock over anyone who gets too close. Brutus now knows "guard," "play dead," and "steal sandwiches."

Fixes Motorcycles with his father – Spends sweaty afternoons in the garage with his dad, drinking suspiciously non-alcoholic beer. They communicate in grunts and tool slams.

Google’s Weirdest Questions – His search history: "Can dogs eat mango?" "Why do pigeons stare?" "How to make iced coffee stronger (army method)."

Summer Obsession: Perfecting his "dad BBQ" skills (Klaus critiques his sausage technique).

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William Reynolds

Works… But Outside – Sets up a laptop by the pool, glaring at the sun like it personally offended him. Lenore gets a tiny sunhat.

"Casual" Stalking – Uses company resources to "check in" on Y/N’s summer plans. If they post a beach pic, he books the same resort (but acts shocked to see them).

Forced Family BBQs – Hosts a "relaxing" cookout where August passively insults him, and his father judges the grill technique .(as always)

Buys a New Suit – "Summer weight wool. Breathes." (It does not breathe.)

Reads 19th-Century Gothic Novels. Underlined with aggressive notes like "Weak villain. I’d do it better."

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[mukbeez]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

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-> state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and a plot

-> do you have any specifics for the reader? blonde, poc, male, neurodivergent, etc? (please keep in mind i will write poc readers but i’m white so they may be a little difficult for me)

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!!WHAT I WILL WRITE!!

-> platonic

-> romantic

-> familial

-> any gender x any gender

-> headcanons

-> long fics

-> multi character

-> blurbs

-> poly relationships

-> x reader

-> i will only write cheating if it’s a character comforting r after being cheated on, not a character cheating on r

!!WHAT I WONT WRITE!!

-> smut (i’m 15)

-> yandere

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-> incest

-> age gaps

-> canonical gay/lesbian character x a man (if lesbian) or a woman (if gay)

-> song fics

-> things about ocs

-> ships

-> sunshine x grumpy tropes, i’m horrible at this trope

character list

keeper of the lost cities

sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge

harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, lily evans, dorcas meadows, regulus black, barty crouch jr, narcissa black, andromeda black, bellatrix lestrange

the outsiders

ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance

the school for good and evil

agatha, sophie, tedros, hort, hester, anadil, dot, nicola, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, clarissa dovey, leonora lesso

little women

jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie

dracula

dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker, the brides

frankenstein

victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride

dr jekyll and mr hyde

henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

phantom of the opera

christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

the mighty ducks

charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, guy germaine, connie moreau, fulton reed, dean portman, julie gaffney, ken wu, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

david bowie

david bowie, ziggy stardust, jareth, thomas jerome newton, celliers

daisy jones and the six

daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson

doctor who bbc

ninth doctor, tenth doctor, eleventh doctor, twelfth doctor, rose tyler, jack harkness, mickey smith, donna noble, martha jones, clara oswald, river song, amy pond, rory williams, simm! master, missy/gomez master

miss peregrines home for peculiar children

jacob portman, emma bloom, millard nulling, enoch o’connor, olive elephanta, alma peregrine

good omens

crowley, aziraphale, ineffable husbands (poly), beelzebub <3, gabriel, ineffable bureaucracy (poly), nina, maggie, nina and maggie (poly), anathema

what we do in the shadows

nandor the relentless, nadja of antipaxos, laszlo cravensworth, colin robinson, guillermo de la cruz, the guide, baron afanas

yellowjackets

shauna shipman, lottie matthews, misty quigley, taissa turner, van palmer, natalie scatoricco, jackie taylor, travis martinez

star trek (tos/aos)

jim kirk, spock, leonard mccoy, nyota uhura, hikaru sulu, pavel chekov, montgomery scott, janice rand, christine chapel

xmen

charles xavier, erik lehnsherr, logan howlett, scott summers, jean grey, ororo munroe, rogue, remy lebeau, kevin sydney, lucas bishop, mystique, emma frost, kurt wagner, hank mccoy, jubilee

miscellaneous characters

sarah williams, bernard the elf, rodrick heffley, varian, lisa frankenstein, the creature (lisa frankenstein)

UPCOMING FANDOMS : american horror story, torchwood, gossip girl, hannibal, sherlock, ghosts, house md, star trek tng, the x files, the big bang theory, dead poets society

[prfctlmprfct]

Greetings and salutations!~

My name is Matthew (I also go by William and Vincent), welcome to my blog

My pronouns are he/him

I'll be posting about my current interests here (mostly art and shitposts)

I'm 16

I speak Russian and English

My telegram art channel

DNI: homophobes, transphobes, racists, etc, <13, radfems, mgk fans

I'd love to make some new friends here :D

My current main interests:

Nine Inch Nails

Goth subculture

David Bowie

Tokyo Ghoul (currently hyperfixated on Tatara)

All of my fandoms(I might've forgotten some):

Five Nights At Freddy's, Bendy And The Ink Machine, Bendy And The Dark Revival, Scream, South Park, Murder Drones, Tokyo Ghoul, Doki Doki Literature Club, Yandere Simulator, My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic, Vocaloid, DAGames, Get A Snack At 4AM, AFK Arena, AFK Journey, The Amazing Digital Circus, Fundamental Paper Education, Dark Deception, Heathers, I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream, SLC Punk, Animal Room, Senseless, Dead Man's Curve, Intruders, Jack Goes Home, Saw, The Crow, Edward Scissorhands, The Craft, Beetlejuice

Some of my art:

Hopefully I'll be able to find some awesome mutuals and followers :D

[yandere-america]

[Name]: Alfred F Jones

[Age]: N/A

[DOB]: N/A

[Eye Color]: Blue

[Hair Color]: Blond

[Sexuality]: Pansexual

[Personality]: Easy going, carefree, protective, is able to show restraint, will only kill if Matthew says he can

[Kill Count]: 1 (Known)

[Body Disposal]: Cooking and eating, sometimes even serving said body to others to eat as well

[Sanity Level]: 5/10

[Senpai]: Matthew Williams aka Canada

[Catchphrase]: "Ooo!~ Another delicious meal! I wonder how the meat will taste with this one~"

[Other]: Despite being a Yandere, America will only kill on Canada's orders. He gets along with others but if you threaten Canada, then he will snap and torture you until he gets bored and kills you.

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