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the wolf and the lamb

lamb:

"I heard something in the forest last night... breathing. Low. Close. Like it knew me."

wolf:

"You’re not wrong, little one. I did breathe your name into the wind. It came back to me tasting like vanilla and fear."

lamb:

"...why are you following me?"

wolf:

"Because you wandered. Because you looked back. Because you smelled like you wanted to be found."

lamb:

"I thought you’d eat me."

wolf:

"I still might."

pause

"But part of me wants to starve. Just to keep holding you in my mouth, warm and trembling and alive."

lamb:

"Is this love… or hunger?"

wolf:

"What’s the difference when I’m bleeding for both?"

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Letter from Alucard (Hellsing)

My Darling,

Good morning, afternoon, evening—truly, whatever time of day this letter finds you. I care little for the hour, only that it reaches you. I long for your company, your arms, your gaze. The world has grown dreadfully dull without you. My travels are uneventful, the company unbearable. I will return to you soon, my love.

Curse you, woman. You have taken me—body and soul. And don’t be foolish, I don’t say that lightly, nor is this some romantic exaggeration. There’s a strange ache when you are not near. I lose all interest in the hunt, in the game, in everything that once thrilled me. I miss your eyes on me. I think I may be sad.

I’m still not convinced you aren’t some stray angel mistakenly cast to earth. A shame, really, that I was the one to find you. That I’ve claimed you. I hope you understand that I am just as much yours as you are mine. There is no place I could go—no hell I could vanish to—where my cold, cursed heart would not still burn for you. You’ve branded yourself into me. It’s permanent. You are part of me now.

I’ve grown so unbearably irritable without you. I killed a man the other day because he was chewing too loudly. A degenerate, of course—but even so. My stomach was in knots, and he pushed me over the edge. Don’t worry, my love. I’m doing better. Mostly.

Speaking of my stomach—I’m starving for you. When I return, would you be so kind as to feed me? I’m craving something only you can offer.

I’ll be home soon. And when we’re finally together again… how will you have me? Shall I take you—press you beneath me, leave marks where only I may see? No. I think not this time. I want you on top of me. I want to feel your pretty hands on me as you make me remember what it means to love. I am a tired, tired man, my darling.

And I must admit, as I write this… I am standing at attention.

Always yours,

Your love

[dollyyy-yyyy]

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And I call this piece "holy fucking moly I need that woman !!!!"

[dollyyy-yyyy]

Random Walter C. Dornez NSFW Headcanons

// Read at your own risk.

!!WARNING!!: NSFW content ahead

like I said before, he is a switch;

he mostly lets you decide if he tops or bottoms. He doesn’t really care either way;

thought, there are some specific nights where he insists on being on top. Usually when he spends most of his time somewhere under the pretext of doing some private business for the organisation, Walter also can’t make eye contact those nights;

he will never admit it, but he loves to be a power bottom;

also, on this note, Walter will submit extremely fast if you ever make an intimate gesture which also seems extremely affectionate. He literally melts under your touch, I think this is because he isn’t very used to affection in general, let alone the romantic kind;

I read somewhere that he loves words of affirmation during intimacy… I 100% agree, but I feel like they can also be easily replaced with moans, groans, etc. Be loud and feel good and he is more than happy;

Walter doesn’t really like to use his wires for this type of thing. Like yes- he will tie you up if you want. But not with his wires- they are strictly for working, but he does buy some nice strings, don’t worry;

seeing you doing domestic things turns him on. Don’t ask why, but seeing you in an apron does true wonders, and maybe it boils down to some fantasies he had when he still had hopes he could be a family man;

on this note, he is prepared for anything during intimacy. He has water bottles prepared;

I see him as someone who insists on establishing a safe word from the beginning. He won’t take any chances to hurt you, too much that is;

Walter is a sadist, a more vanilla-one maybe. But he is;

public intimacy is a big no for him. He finds it slightly disgusting;

do you want to do something even slightly sexually related outside the bedroom? Maybe in his study, but, it’s still just a big MAYBE to no. He doesn’t like it. Especially if he knows he will have to clean it. It also makes him a little anxious and someone will discover that you two did it there;

also, his fear of damaging his reputation will also affect your love life. Walter will make you swear to secrecy about your intimate time together, and refuses everything that is even slightly more public. Unless he is drunk, then maybe he will agree to make out or a head, but still, it has to be a damn strong alcoholic drink;

Walter is also extremely busy- so intimate time isn’t something that occurs often or you two have a set schedule. He will even take care of his needs alone, and encourages you to do the same;

speaking of this, I think he has a secret stash of dirty magazines and books hidden in his room. Some of them are even stole from Arthur back when he was a young adult;

oh yeah, kissing his neck is a total turn off. He is a retired vampire hunter, something just approaching his neck means total danger. Let alone someone kissing or slightly biting it;

in turn, he also won’t kiss yours. Maybe if you insist for a long time he will comply, but still will avoid it at any cost;

Walter isn’t big on roleplay, and hates the schoolgirl fantasy with his while begin, and everything that includes someone pretending to be underaged;

but he won’t turn down if you want to try one, as long as it isn’t one of the above;

he is willing to try almost anything;

ever mention or feeling insecure because you are not experienced? He also isn’t so much so. But he does his research, and uses the tips Arthur might’ve told him while drunk;

speaking of this, this man will research everything you mention. He wants to be prepared for everything, and wants you to low-key think he is a natural at everything;

he puts thought in everything, this includes your intimate life. Especially since he combines the emotional intimacy with the physical one. So be prepared for a lot of pampering, unless you want things more rough. He is also down to that;

He prefers to take things slow usually, especially since he loves to just look at your body. For him, yours is perfect, so perfect that the Ancient Greeks would sculpt it, that painters won’t try to ‘beautify’ it, so unlike his own. Walter hates his body, especially after he has aged;

he loves lingerie, he did since he first discovered what it was. Will be on his knees the second you show yourself in it;

even if he likes to take things slow, more often than not you two will end up having a quickie. Mostly as a way for him to remind you that he loves you;

his dirty talk is both sweet and terrifying at the same time. He mostly changes it depending on your reactions to it;

he also discovers most of the things you might be into just by pure observation. And he will use this information in his advantage;

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Hay sorry to bother you but could you please do another Gotham batfam and villains with a very powerful magical girl reader that is also shy and meek with OP power please

MOON PRISM POWER!

(romantic) yandere batfam x magical girl! reader

You never wanted this power. Nor the responsibility. Nor the the fame that came with

Unfortunately for you, the universe could be cruel at times.

It chose you—not out of kindness or fairness, but necessity. You were the only one who could bear the weight of its hopes and fears, the only one with a soul strong enough to wield such immense, unforgiving strength.

And now, as the stars burn brighter than ever before, as the shadows loom larger and darker, the choice has already been made.

You can run from it. Deny it. Curse the heavens for their indifference. But the power will remain, waiting for you to decide.

All it took was one night for the weight of it all to show

All it took was one night for the weight of it all to show. The burden you had ignored, the cracks you’d tried so desperately to hide—it all came crashing down like a tide you couldn’t hold back.

The first sign was the silence. Not the comforting kind, but a suffocating quiet that pressed against your chest, heavy and unrelenting. Then came the visions: fractured moments of a future you couldn’t understand but were certain you were meant to prevent.

And finally, the pain. Not physical, but deeper—an ache in your very soul, as if the universe itself was forcing you to feel its despair.

You tried to hold it together. Tried to tell yourself that it wasn’t your fight, that someone else—anyone else—could do it. But the truth is, no one else can.

The stars are watching. The shadows are stirring. And you… you’re caught in the center, whether you’re ready or not.

In any case! To the headcannons!

As a native Gothamite, you hated the fact that you got these flashy powers that stuck out like the sorest of thumbs amongst the dark knights and decrepit villains.

You’ve always wanted to blend in with your folks. To be a drop in the ocean. You were satisfied with that life but the ocean had other plans. It dragged you to its depths, revealing secrets you never asked for, truths you weren’t ready to face. You weren’t just a drop—you were the storm waiting to rise, the current that could change everything.

You fought against it, clinging to the life you knew. The quiet mornings. The laughter of your neighbors. The simple, mundane moments that once felt like all you’d ever need. But something inside you stirred, restless and relentless.

It whispered in your mind when you tried to sleep, tugged at your heart when you tried to forget. A pull toward something greater. Something terrifying.

You could pretend all you wanted, but deep down, you knew the truth: the life you wanted was already gone. And the one ahead? It was bigger, darker, and far more dangerous than you could ever imagine.

Damian Wayne, blood son and so called demonspawn, your opposite in all senses of the term was the first to fall into the depths of infatuation.

It wasn’t immediate, nor was it graceful. For someone raised in the shadow of assassins and forged in the fires of discipline, emotions like these were alien, unwelcome intrusions on a meticulously crafted persona. But you? You were chaos to his control, warmth to his cold calculation, and it unnerved him in ways even the deadliest adversaries couldn’t.

He hated it at first—the way his thoughts lingered on you, the way his pulse quickened when you spoke. He told himself it was a weakness, one he would crush the moment it surfaced. But no matter how hard he tried, the feelings only grew, taking root in the cracks of his ironclad walls.

Damian was no stranger to obsession, but this was different. You weren’t a target to conquer or a problem to solve. You were… light. Maddening, blinding, and completely beyond his control.

And for the first time in his life, he let himself fall. Not gracefully, not without resistance, but with the same intensity he brought to everything else—because Damian Wayne doesn’t do anything halfway.

Dick Grayson and Timothy Drake were next, both eager to find out the truth behind your identity and even more to be at your side. To bask in the light of your suffering so that they may ease their own.

For Dick, it was instinctual. He had always been drawn to broken things—not to fix them, but to share in their weight. Your quiet resilience, the way you carried your burdens without complaint (maybe because you were to meek, too weak willed to share in your thoughts and troubles), reminded him of himself in ways that frightened and intrigued him. To him, you were a mirror and a mystery, someone who made him feel seen even when you refused to be.

Tim, on the other hand, approached you like a puzzle, a thousand jagged pieces he couldn’t help but try to assemble. It wasn’t just curiosity—it was necessity. You challenged him in ways no one else did, unraveling the tightly coiled threads of his mind. He thought understanding you might help him understand himself, but somewhere along the way, it became something more. He admired the strength you tried to hide, and in his own quiet way, he wanted to protect it.

For both of them, you were a beacon—not of hope, but of something raw and unyielding, something they couldn’t turn away from. They didn’t know how to explain it, nor did they want to. All they knew was that being near you, even in your pain, made the world feel a little less cold.

Jason Todd and Bruce Wayne were the last, but certainly not the least in terms of infatuation.

For Jason, it was a storm. Fierce, chaotic, and impossible to ignore. He wasn’t one for subtleties, and his emotions had always been larger than life—rage, grief, guilt, and now this. He didn’t fall quietly; he crashed into you like a tidal wave, drawn to the fire in your eyes and the defiance in your every move. You reminded him of who he used to be, of the parts of himself he thought he’d lost in the Lazarus Pit.

But it wasn’t just admiration or connection—it was envy, too. He envied your ability to endure, to keep standing despite everything you carried. And somewhere in that envy was something tender, something he tried to deny but couldn’t help but nurture. Jason never did know how to love softly, and with you, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Bruce, however, was a different story. For him, it was quiet. Subdued. A steady ache that he refused to acknowledge, even as it consumed him. You weren’t just another person in his orbit—you were a paradox, someone who challenged his worldview while also fitting seamlessly into it. You had your own darkness, your own scars, but instead of drowning in them, you wore them like armor. Girly, sparkly and bright.

You were proof that there was strength in vulnerability, and that terrified him. Bruce Wayne, the man who had built an empire on emotional walls and calculated distance, found himself drawn to the way you refused to let the world break you. He saw in you what he always wanted to believe about himself—that the past doesn’t have to define the future.

But Bruce, as always, kept his distance. He thought it was better that way, safer for both of you. What he didn’t realize was that the more he pulled away, the more you slipped into the cracks of his carefully constructed life.

Jason was the storm. Bruce was the quiet. And you? You were the bridge between them all, the thread that tied their disparate worlds together.

Eventually these men will band together to tie you down. Keep that light of yours in a gilded cage, only for them to gaze at and maybe share with the world if they so willed.

But for now you have your freedom

cling to it.

For it will be like the life you had before,

a fleeting, fragile thing, slipping through your fingers before you even realize it’s gone.

tldr: yeah you’re f u c k e d

[dollyyy-yyyy]

Here is just something silly I thought of, I hope you enjoy! ^^

gn reader

1.2k words

tw yandere, mention of murder

Yandere! Light gets shot by a love arrow and instead falls in love with Cupid! Reader

I actually just picked up Cupid Parasite again ( I had for some inexplicable reason dropped the game after finishing my fourth route even though I had been enjoying the game?), and it made me think about someone having that type of matchmaking power again.

Only this time, instead of Cupid being a yandere that falls for the reader, I thought about the reader being Cupid and shooting their arrow at a yandere only to find out, oops! The yandere fell for Cupid instead of another human!

And honestly, one of the funniest possibilities I could think of ( and also because I'm still in my Death Note phase) was Light getting hit by a love arrow like this. Both because we never see him really show love to anyone in the series, and because it would really, really annoy Light to suddenly fall in love with someone.

I think he sums up his thoughts about it pretty well in the manga:

"Only fools fall in love."

He can't afford to fall in love with anyone and lose focus of his main mission, and he's adamant about this. Love is only useful to him when he can exploit it to get other people to do what he wants. Otherwise, it is a complete nuisance to him.

So imagine his annoyance when suddenly, for no apparent reason at all, he starts to have this warm, fuzzy feeling inside his chest. And though he tries to deny it for as long as possible, Light is not an idiot and he knows what this means. And he internally curses himself because how could this happen? And now of all times? He really can't afford to develop feelings for anyone, it would be an exploitable weakness.

But after the first annoyance has passed and he has worked through some of his frustrations, Light realizes something quite crucial that he hadn't thought about in his earlier rage. Just where were these sudden feelings coming from? No, really.

Who was Light even in love with? What person made his heart beat so distractingly fast whenever he zoned out for a moment? He hadn't met any people recently that had caught his eye, and these "symptoms" seemed to manifest whenever they pleased.

No matter how much he tried, he couldn't find a pattern to this madness, no particular person that evoked them in him. They were just generally ever-present.

And isn't that just a different kind of torture? After all these years, Light had caught feelings for someone, and he couldn't even tell who they were for. All he knew was that his heart was yearning, screaming for someone that seemed to always be outside his reach, someone he could never see or touch. Light didn't believe in cliche things like soulmates but he muses that this must be what they felt when they hadn't found their other half yet, the one that would complete them.

Because Light was truly empty, a shell of a man that has never felt full of love before. And suddenly he feels these intense emotions he doesn't know what to do with. Because truly, what is he supposed to do?

Light has confidence in his appearance and his ability to charm people effortlessly but what use is that when he doesn't even know who he should try to woo? It's absolutely maddening to him.

And of course, ironically enough, you had no idea what kind of torture you had inflicted upon the young man. Most of the time, you would simply shoot your golden arrow of love at someone and they would feel drawn to the person that fate had chosen for them.

Only, he doesn't seem to be pursuing anyone as far as you can tell. You're honestly starting to doubt the power of your love arrows at this point. This had never happened before. Was Light just that incapable of loving that fate had had decided he should be alone for all times?

But the longer you watch him (because of this huge anomaly and the desire to understand it), the more you come to the conclusion that no, the arrow must have worked. Light showed clear signs of someone in love: The distant looks, the dreamy sighs, lying awake at night deep in thoughts. You had even caught him trying to hug a large pillow at night, only for him to quickly push it away again, as if he had been mocked for doing something so desperate.

So clearly, he was in love with someone, just as he was supposed to be. But with whom? That was the one question you just couldn't answer for yourself.

To finally put your mind to rest, you decide to do something that you haven't done in a long time: You decide to descend to Earth in human form and get to know the man in question a little more closely in hopes of learning more up close.

The meeting doesn't go as expected. The moment Light hears your words, the instant he lays his eyes on you, his heart starts beating rapidly and he knows. He knows like he has never known anything else before.

You were the one. You were the person he had been waiting for all this time, the one he was meant to be with. And you were so sweet to him too, a truly kind and honest person that deserved to be part of the new world order he was going to create with his own hands.

In this moment, Light knows deep in his very soul that he would do anything to have you. Now that he has you within reach after yearning for you for seemingly an eternity, he almost feels himself go crazy. It's getting even more difficult for him to keep a calm mind and still execute his plans as Kira while you're so close to him and yet not fully his.

He needs you, he knows he does. But you seem so clueless about his feelings for you. You might be Cupid, but never have you experienced a mortal falling for you. It was so unprecedented that you never even considered the possibility. Instead, you focused all of your attention on finding out who Light was in love with. You couldn't return home until you finally figured this out.

Of course, Light sees your questions about his type and asking about his relationship as signs that you're interested in him. He feels very smug about it and he's certain that you'll be his completely.

In the meantime, he will simply write down anyone else that shows an interest in you. As a literal god, your appearance draws a lot of attention and suitors and even though he is confident, he can't take any risks.

You need to be his, and there's no way around that. You made him feel all these annoying and distracting emotions, so now you will have to take responsibility for that and become his forever <3

(No one tell Light that fate had chosen a literal God as his soulmate. His ego will get even bigger than it already is)

Please let me know if you enjoyed! ☺️

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𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒚 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑

Summary: An innocent apology turns into something much darker when Light Yagami sets his eyes on you. You caught his attention the moment you stumbled into him at Daikoku Private Academy, and since then, he hasn’t been able to let go. From silent stalking to growing jealousy, Light’s obsession festers, consuming him completely. But when someone else catches your smile, Light Yagami makes a brutal decision: he’ll ensure no one gets in his way of claiming you.

Warning: Stalking, Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Themes (Possessiveness, Jealousy), Emotional Manipulation, Murder (Brutal, Graphic Description), Death Note UsageImplied Gaslighting, Dark Themes

Paring: Yandere!Light Yagami x Fem!Reader

>>𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: By clicking on this fanfic, you acknowledge that you are responsible for the content you choose to view. This story contains yandere themes, including intense possessiveness, jealousy, stalking and graphic violence. There is a depiction of murder and manipulative behavior. Reader discretion is advised. This content is not for the faith of heart. If these themes make you uncomfortable, proceed with caution. You have been warned!

If you're new and wondering what a "yandere" is, here’s my reader’s guide!

The day was ordinary. Nothing particularly thrilling ever happened at Daikoku Private Academy, where students bustled through pristine hallways with polished shoes and textbooks gripped tightly in their hands. You hurried to your next class, clutching your shoulder bag as the afternoon sunlight filtered through the wide glass windows.

And then it happened.

You rounded a corner too quickly, colliding into someone with a soft thud. Your books nearly tumbled from your arms, but you steadied yourself at the last second.

"Oh—! I'm so sorry!" You stammered, quickly bowing your head.

The boy you ran into was striking—almost unnervingly so. Tall and well-put-together, with neat brown hair and sharp amber eyes that lingered a little too long. Light Yagami. You’d heard whispers of him before: top of the class, a genius, the golden boy. But what you didn’t know was that the moment your eyes met his, something inside him shifted.

“It’s fine.” His voice was smooth, calm. His smile was polite, but his gaze was unblinking. He stared at you like you were a puzzle—no, a treasure—something precious that only he had the right to examine.

You smiled awkwardly, gave another hurried apology, and rushed past him, oblivious to the intensity of his gaze following your every step.

Light didn’t move for a moment. His heart raced in his chest—a strange feeling, but not unpleasant. It was as though he had discovered something, or perhaps the better word was claimed.

And from that moment on, you became his.

Light learned your name quickly. It wasn’t hard—he was Light Yagami, after all. No detail escaped him once he set his mind to it. You were a student in the same academy, but not the same class, which only made his obsession grow stronger.

He watched you during breaks, from the corner of his eye as you sat with friends or ate lunch. You never noticed him—he was too careful for that. His composure was flawless, his demeanor unassuming. Light knew exactly how to blend in with the background, all the while cataloging every movement you made.

It wasn’t enough. He needed more.

The moment he found your social media accounts, a door opened to an entirely new level of obsession. Late into the night, Light scrolled through your posts, analyzing every picture, every caption. He learned what music you liked, the books you read, where you spent your weekends. He knew your favorite coffee shop, the way you smiled when you posed with your friends, even the color of your favorite sweater.

“You’re spending a lot of time on that thing, Light,” Ryuk’s gravelly voice broke the silence, hovering behind him. The Shinigami peered over Light’s shoulder at the glowing screen, a grin splitting his monstrous face. “Is this what humans call stalking?”

Light didn’t respond, his amber eyes narrowing as he studied a photo of you laughing.

“This one’s cute,” Ryuk teased, pointing at the screen with a bony finger. “What are you gonna do, Light? Just stare at her forever?”

Light ignored him. No, he thought, I’ll make her mine.

It was during lunch when Light decided to approach you. He told himself it would be simple: he would introduce himself, offer you a smile, and you would fall into his orbit—where you belonged.

But fate—or rather, that boy—intervened.

Light’s steps slowed as he caught sight of you sitting outside under a tree, laughing at something another male student had said. The boy leaned closer to you, grinning as if he deserved to be near you.

Light’s fists clenched tightly. The polite mask he wore slipped for only a moment as a deep rage burned in his chest. Who was he to sit so close to you? To hear your laughter? To think, even for a second, that he could have what belonged to Light?

That night, Light lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The image of you smiling at that boy replayed in his mind like a curse.

“He’s gonna steal her away, you know,” Ryuk drawled, lounging in the dark corner of the room. “Humans are selfish creatures. That guy’s probably already planning how to make her his girlfriend.”

Light didn’t respond.

“Of course, you could do something about it.”

The Death Note sat on his desk, open and waiting.

“It’s not worth it,” Light muttered, though his hands twitched at the thought.

Ryuk’s laughter was low and guttural. “Suit yourself. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when she ends up in his arms.”

That was all it took.

The boy’s death made the news the next day. “Brutal Murder at Daikoku Private Academy” blared across every headline. The details were gruesome: his body was found behind the school, broken and bloodied as though he’d fallen—or been pushed—from the rooftop. No one knew what happened, but the school was abuzz with whispers and rumors.

Light listened quietly, a sense of satisfaction curling in his chest. He didn’t care how it happened—only that the obstacle was gone.

Days later, Light found you alone in the library. He approached carefully, a soft smile on his lips, his posture relaxed.

“Excuse me,” he said, his voice smooth as silk.

You looked up, surprised.

Light smiled, his golden gaze locking onto yours. “I don’t think we’ve formally met. My name is Light Yagami.”

You offered your name in return, blinking up at him curiously. There was something unsettling about the way he looked at you, his eyes far too intense.

“I’ve noticed you around campus,” he continued, tilting his head just so. “It’s strange we haven’t spoken before now.”

You smiled politely, shifting in your seat under his gaze. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

Light’s smile widened.

Finally, he thought.

You were right where you were supposed to be.

And this time, he wasn’t going to let you go.

As you walked home later that day, you felt someone watching you. You glanced over your shoulder, but no one was there. Shaking it off, you continued down the path.

Unbeknownst to you, Light stood in the shadows, watching as you disappeared around the corner.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered to himself, his expression calm but his eyes holding something far darker.

Ryuk floated behind him, grinning.

“Humans really are interesting.”

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What a beautiful night...

[dollyyy-yyyy]

yandere satosugu x female reader? can you do jealousy headcanons (like what makes them jealous and/or what they do when they get jealous)? sorry if that wasn’t specific enough!

╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere behavior (duh) murder, possessiveness, gore. (Ooc maybe) satoru being an oa little shit. Poly relationship.

╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Satosugu x Fem! Reader

╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: WHAHAHA i didn’t knew if you wanted it to be separate or not anon, you said satosugu so i immediately assumed that it was a threesome. But heree, some hc’s:33 sorry pookie, i got lazy on suguru’s part:< SJAKEKSKA i did this first cause hc’s are the easiest to write💀💀💀

Masterlist

🔪Satoru struggles with pervasive jealousy issues, particularly when it comes to you and Suguru.

🔪This dude is like the embodiment of jealousy. he’s so envious he’s practically green with it. Hell he’s even jealous of himself. There was this one time he bet he could pull off dressing up as a girl for a dare, and oh boy, did he go all out. But then he got all pouty when you gushed all over him and got all touchy, something that you don’t really do often. And his reason of getting jealous with himself? He thought that you prefer him as a girl, like hello? you were supposed to prefer the original satoru and not his genderbent!

🔪But seriously, this guy’s jealousy knows no bounds. If Suguru flashes a flirty grin at someone else, bam, jealousy strikes. And if you dare compliment another soul? Jealousy overload. You hugged another man that isn’t suguru? He’s trying to force himself not to throw hands. This dude craves all the attention, all the affection, like a toddler hoarding toys in a playgroup. He’s aware he’s selfish, probably knows it’s not the best look, but he’s powerless against the possessiveness that overtakes him when it comes to you and Suguru. You both have this unique power to bring out the best and worst in him, after all, you two were the only one who sees him as “Satoru” and not as the “Strongest.”

🔪Satoru’s neurotic tendencies and jealousy issues stemmed from his messed-up childhood. The poor guy got stripped of his carefree youth and was thrust into the adult world way before his time after all. the jealousy bug bit him hard when he saw other kids having the time of their lives, while he was stuck with grown-ups fawning over him and expecting way too much and pressuring him. That childhood envy stuck to him like glue, and it grew into a full-blown mess when you, him, and Suguru became an item.

🔪The thing that grinds Satoru’s gears the most and the absolute worst, is when you and Suguru says something about other people’s eyes like; “Their eyes is so pretty” Blah, blah, blah, bullshit like that. It kills him inside that you don’t shower the same love on his eyes. His eyes are prettier, more powerful, and literally very unique, and you hardly ever mention how beautiful it is.

🔪Satoru absolutely loathes it when you’re completely oblivious to someone flirting with you. He’ll shoot menacing glares at the culprit when you’re not paying attention, as if daring them to keep it up, and he would end up threatening them.

🔪Satoru doesn’t bother in hiding his emotions, he’ll whimper, pout, and stick to you and Suguru like glue. And would play the melodramatic card, guilt tripping you. Or he’ll just straight up threaten you or tell suguru about how naughty you are.

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Satoru’s head rested delicately upon your lap as your dexterous fingers ran through his snow white tresses. He gazed at you upward, sky blue eyes peeking from beneath his snowy eyelashes.

“Can you give me your phone for a minute baby? I just wanna do something”

Without pause for consideration, you obliged his request and gave the phone into his outstretched hand.

“Yeah, sure, here.” You responded with a hum.

“What are you gonna do with it, anyways?” You questioned, before your eyes widened as you saw how satoru’s digits hastened across the interface, focused intently on blocking specific contacts from further reaching your line.

“Huh, ‘Toru, what the hell?”

“Wait—why are you blocking them? Those are my—” Your words faded as Satoru lifted his head from your lap and moves away from you, his piercing gaze fixed on yours as he gently grasped your chin between his forefinger and thumb.

“Why do you always insist on conversing with them, hmm? Do you like them?”

“What— no! It’s not like that, what the fuck?”

“If you really love me and Suguru, then you have to sever ties with that girl/guy and keep your distance, okay?”

🔪Suguru really isn’t the jealous type, because he’s all about trust and loyalty when it comes to you and Satoru—He trusts you two.

🔪But, every now and then, a feeling of jealousy creep up inside him when he sees you and Satoru hanging out and having fun without him. He tries to brush it off though, understanding that you two are really close. He just wants to see his pretty lovers smiling, or at least that’s what he tells himself.

🔪When Suguru starts feeling jealous, it’s not a pretty sight. Beneath that kind and laid-back exterior lies a man who doesn’t really forgive that much. Suguru doesn’t forgive, and he doesn’t forget.

🔪Suguru may be a master at concealing his jealousy, but when it does surface, it’s like a storm crashing down. Picture this: you innocently text someone he’s really jealous of, and before you know it, your phone is pulled from your hands and tossed across the room while he summons a cursed spirit to destroy it completely, only to be replaced with a brand-new one moments later. Oh, and that person you were casually chatting with? It’s either you can consider them ghosted or consider them dead.

🔪Mentioning your ex around him was a big no-no. Because it immediately triggers him. can’t you just keep the spotlight on him and Satoru? One tiny mention of your ex’s name or Satoru reminiscing about his past flings, and Suguru’s mood immediately becomes sour.

🔪In stark comparison to Satoru, Suguru remains nonchalant about compliments being thrown around. He’s all for lifting people up until those compliments take a flirtatious turn. If that line is crossed, however, his cursed spirits will have its new meal.

🔪If Suguru was jealous and it led to an argument between you two, he would turn on his ultimate weapon—the silent treatment. He’d nonchalantly start hanging out with other people, making sure you noticed just to annoy you and make you jealous. He was well aware of his petty tendencies, but deep down, he simply wished for you to drop the bratty act and apologize.

🔪If you don’t really apologize and just pushed him over the edge... Well, you’ll have to say goodbye to your sanity because suguru is brutal as fuck when it comes to giving punishment.

🔪Unlike Satoru, who would guilt trip and manipulate you, Suguru would take it up a notch on the intensity scale. He wouldn’t shy away from using violence after all. And that doesn’t only apply to the person that he’s envious of, that applies to you too, and satoru. But that’s the difference, Satoru is a good boy, and you’re not.

🔪Suguru would be more than glad to kill someone in front of you and force you to watch it after all. He’ll hurt you too if you thrash and scream instead of being a good girl.

And you can’t really escape the both of them, after all, their love is like a noose.♡

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Suguru’s hand forcefully clamped over your quivering lips, stifling any cries that tried to escape. His breath was hot against your skin, his fingers digging into your flesh with an iron grip, rendering you immobile. The metallic tang of blood invaded your nostrils. Your eyes were wide with terror, pupils shrinking, and your pulse quickening. A sickening view of gore played out before your horrified gaze, crimson splattering the walls, each nauseating squelch echoing through the room.

“I told you to stay away from them and you didn’t listen...” Suguru whispers, his breath hot against your neck, his delicate mouth parting to suck hard upon your pulsing skin, his mouth works its way slowly along your skin. And you shudder involuntarily beneath his touch, fear coursing through you as his lips close around a patch of flesh, sucking hard.

“See...? This is what happens when you disobey.”

The sharp prick of his teeth sends bolts of pain ricocheting through your body. Your already unsettled stomach lurches violently at the sight that greets you as you raise your head, struggling against his grip.

Before you, bound fast to a wooden chair, was the friend you had jokingly flirted with. Tears stream unchecked down their pallid cheeks, mingling with traces of dried blood, as their cries continue to ring in your ears.

Every limb was callously severed, Their bones was protruding out—the metacarpal bones, the carpal bones, the humerus, the ulna, the fibula, and other bones,  Their arms and legs are covered in long, vivid scarlet lines that are three inches wide, intersecting each other in a crisscross pattern and the wounds appear to have breached the surface of their skin, While suguru’s cursed spirits feeds on their severed flesh.

With a low, self-satisfied hum, Satoru drags the tip of the scalpel upwards your friend’s cheek, cutting them and the skin opens, revealing their inner facial muscle. He then reaches out to grasp a fistful of your friend’s hair, yanking their head back sharply to force clouded eyes up to meet your own.

“Suguruuuu, what do i do next? Do we gouge their eyes out for looking at our pretty girl that way?” 

“Do it. She said that she likes their eyes anyways... She’s probably implying that she prefers their eyes over yours.” Suguru smirks, humming as he pressed his body against yours, enjoying the way satoru’s face suddenly fell.

“Haah... Looks like i’ll be enjoying gouging their eyes then.”

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Readjusting my values because it felt a little off

I hope these in progress shots are appropriated I guess, or at least don’t few annoying or like bloat.

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The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame

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Protect You [Yandere!Walter C. Dornez x Reader(Oneshot)]

Summary: Walter had enough of your connection with Alucard.

// Once again, the idea was from @grimescum and @l-3m

Was it a moment of weakness?

Maybe, maybe not. But it sure wasn’t supposed to happen so soon. Or, it was.

Walter couldn't tell at the moment.

It was an impulsive decision, one that could cost him his job. But this doesn’t matter now. After all those years of work, pain, and servitude, where he ripped everything that might have given him the pleasure that he thought he rightfully deserved, Walter finally had his most precious wish.

And that wish, untold lust, lay peacefully before him. Eyes closed, mouth slightly open like it was trying to regulate your ragged breathing from before, even if it was now soft and sheepish, you looked like you came from an entirely different world from his. And maybe you did.

It was true to some extent, you two were almost completely opposites in his mind. Walter was nothing but a tool meant to be used, to follow orders and kill, while you, oh, you! An angelic being meant to erase all of humanity’s sins and all their problems. How could he let you escape so easily? To be so close to the poison? So close to that vampire.

He would’ve corrupted your innocence.

And he couldn’t let that happen.

So, that’s how he found himself taking action after countless nights where he tried to bury the thought far back into his brain. It should’ve remained there- but it was his greatest temptation.

It was after one of your long talks with Alucard, one that seemed to never end. You two talked about various topics, gossip, philosophy, missions, but that’s when Integra called for the vampire. He had to go, too late for Walter’s liking and too soon for yours.

Your face- that little piece of art- seemed more gloomy. The corners of your lip were in the opposite direction from just a second ago, a frown, and your eyes, deep and private, held something only you understood, were filled with despair and longing.

This wasn’t possible, you shouldn’t hold such affection for anyone but him, let alone Alucard. Walter needed to save you tonight. No matter what. The enemy was too close to you.

And so, once everyone was out of sight, he stepped into the room. His footsteps were loud, tapping the floor aggressively, so unlike for him. Yet, his motions were fluid, as to distract you, so you wouldn’t notice the danger.

You turned around, your movements lively once again, lips slightly parted, “Walter?”

He didn’t respond, instead he moved his arm. And, before you could even blink, his wires were around you. A strong hold, one wrong move and someone could turn into slices, and fear settled in your features, lips trembling.

Walter just smiled as you closed your eyes. Everything was blank.

The bed was cold, but you couldn’t feel it. You lay still, unaware of the man seated beside you.

Walter only studied you, planning how he would find excuses for your sudden absence, and all the ways he will make sure that all the feelings you ever hold for the vampire are gone- replaced by him.

But your relaxed features- vulnerable state- were too much to bear already. He couldn’t resist anymore.

This was wrong- no, it wasn’t. Walter also deserved a little bit of happiness, right? It wouldn’t be wrong if it didn’t feel so good.

So, he gently took your chin while his other hand went to your tied arms. And- in a quick motion- Walter stopped himself. What was he doing?

Almost as quickly he held you closer, almost flush against him. But nothing more. He needed your closeness.

He can’t let anyone else have this.

He won’t let anyone else see you.

This could ruin everything- but he didn’t care. Not tonight. Not ever again. Especially since he knew that you wouldn’t escape, and nobody would find out.

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Alucard headcanons...

I loved @shinjisdone writing on this particular character, and I've just started watching Hellsing Ultimate and all the characters are so yummy to analyse, so that's brought me here...

Please go check out @shinjisdone ! they have lots of incredible stuff written up!

✧ He responds so passionately to the sounds of your voice beckoning him by name. Alucard, Alucard?, Alucard!

No matter the tone; tender and gentle, curious and soft, fearful and timid. It makes his dead heart tremble. Fills him with fire. He's a rabid dog, your dog. Integra may hold the leash, hold command over him, but you have something else much more unnatainable and devoting. His love. No matter how twisted and dark it is, it's yours. Yours to burden. So please... Angel... Call for him again, won't you?

✧ There's always a part of him mindful of your whereabouts, the beat of your heart and the rush of blood in your veins, even your breath caught in your throat. He can sense every little tiny detail about you even if he's far far away. It always seems there's another presence in your shadow. It lurks behind you, your shadow dwarfing your actual size. Likes it's not really yours, like something is occupying it...

Even when he's not some lurking entity, and he's standing eerily tall and gaunt in the same room as you, his eyes are often focused on you. He observes you through the tinted coloured glass of his lenses, and if your eyes ever meet his, he smiles. He thinks your skittish curiosity of him is adorable. Endearing. He's found he likes your eyes on him. His are always on you, so would you grant him the pleasure of your reciprocation?

✧ Whenever you find yourself in danger, your shadow grows oppressive and dark. You feel it press into your back, clutching at you like a snarling creature. You're so fortunate to not be able to see the nightmarish visions that lurk right behind you, the jagged teeth and blood red eyes that stare from the abyss. You swear you can hear something growling and snarling, like a wild dog by your feet. The fearful entity pressed against you, pushing and pulling seemingly lulls you. Whatever is frightening you seems nothing like a scattering bug now, ready to be crushed and devoured by your devoted monster.

✧ You may also find that your time will be consumed by his presence. Whenever he is not beckoned to Integra's heel to go maim and kill whoever she desires, he finds himself by yours instead. He desires all of your attention, to be the audience of your mere existence- to engrave every part of you into him, so that he may not ever forget a single detail for when he inevitably keeps living and you are all but beneath the soil and lovingly cradled in soft silk and your favourite flowers. But let's not get ahead of that...

✧ As he becomes burdened with his growing infatuation with you, the more bothersome he'll make himself to you. Sweet soft coos of pet names are used often to refer to you, and he can never get enough of the way you fluster and fidget aimlessly. The rapid beat of your heart is a sweet melody to him, he loves hearing it sing whenever he unabashedly refers to you as his love. His beloved. His dear, his darling, his angel. His possessiveness is not kept quiet, as you can plainly see. There's no bashfulness to him either. No shame, no embarrassment. He will very proudly acclaim you as his beloved, no matter who is there to witness his devotions. He loves the drama, the pride, his own bragging.

✧ He'll always be nearby. By your bedside, watching you sleep. In your shadow, as you creep the dark hallways at night in search of a glass of water. He's in your footsteps, in the flicker of shadows by your candle-lit bedside, always ready to hear your call for him.

The most damning thing you can do is show him any type of love. Either it is meant to be taken in a heartfelt way, if you offer him a word of assurance or kindness, you're done for. Even if you just call for him if you're scared, it sets off this flame within him. One that'll soon turn into an uncontrollable blazing wildfire.

✧ Because now you've gone and done it. You've fed a starving dog, and now he's forever yours. Foolish. Stupid. You don't understand, do you? The weight of this ordeal? For you to refer to him so gently like he was something precious... Like he was something capable of loving... You've started something that you'll never be capable of finishing. So please... Keep giving him your goodness. Your gentleness and softness. He'll lap at it like a man dying of thirst, gulping it down and aching for more. Your voice, your breaths, your hands, your thoughts of him... He'll gulp it all down.

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Hi hope ur having a good day! Feel free to ignore this but like imagine... Hellsing Alucard helping u on ur period... I'm currently having mine and it's hell so I like to imagine that old man giving me love and tenderness during these hard days. (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

Hello sweet anon <3 i hope you are well, periods are hell. You bet Alucard would dote on you- it would be an insult for him not too, he thinks.

He's much more looming and doting When you're in this state. Balancing on the fine line of a hungry beast, mouth watering at how nice you smell- and a comforting lover, who can't help but hum and coo whenever you wince in pain or toss in your sleep.

You shouldn't be surprised at how closely he hovers over you now. Before he was a shadow in the room, a pair of eyes who kept watch- but now he's a looming protective wall. Snuffing out your smell with his own- a silent gesture to ward off any other bloodthirsty beast that could find themselves tempted. He's much more outwardly protective when you're like this- hurting and just that little bit weaker than usual. Integra will certainly notice the change to her vampire servant- this... edge overcoming him. He's much more keen to finish his jobs quickly just to get back to you, snarling and tight-lipped because he doesn't have time dealing with low tier vampires who aren't even worth the dirt under your shoes. He should be with you. He's ruthless and brutal- he loved drawing his kills out, but now he simply cannot give them the time.

He'll take care of you, rest assured. You'll always have plenty of snacks and drinks and heating pads. You'll never know where he gets them from, but that's not something you need to fret over. He'll do anything for you- massage your abdomen carefully with his large gloved hands, laying with you in bed for a nap and you just need him there because you feel more vulnerable than usual, or simply letting you sleep in his coffin with him. Anywhere where you're within arms reach is where you'll stay. Safe and guarded under his watch and touch.

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