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Oh, my!! I'm glad you would like two characters from me! However, recently I also saw the male version of Lillo Rossi, so I'm already swimming and dreaming of making Kagami first, then Chloe, and then Rossi.

[kugikizuchi]

Hi! Big fan of your books!

If your taking any request rn can you please make a romantic white king head cannon for your Disney master list?

I really hope that we see a lot more of him in your yandere Disney book!

Dark Male! White King X Alice's Mother! Reader

You are the mother of Alice, and after her sudden disappearance, you search for her until you accidentally fall down a rabbit hole and find yourself in Wonderland.

Desperate to find your daughter, you wander through Wonderland’s strange, ever-changing landscapes only to meet the White King.

He helps you in reuniting with your daughter and even allow you two to stay at his castle.

Right now, you and Alice’s stood before the White King, his alabaster figure glowing in the soft light of his grand hall.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," you say, your voice filled with sincere gratitude.

"You’ve been most kind to us, but it’s time we return home."

The White King’s light coloured eyes narrowed slightly, the corner of his lips curling into a polite yet unreadable smile.

"Home?" he repeated, his voice smooth as silk.

"My dear lady, you are already home. Why wander back to a world so mundane when you could remain here, where beauty and wonder know no bounds?"

Alice looked up at you, her wide eyes betraying an awe at the idea of staying in Wonderland.

You shook your head, your grip on your daughter's hand tightening.

"We’re grateful for your hospitality, truly, but I have a husband waiting for me and Alice."

The White King’s serene expression faltered for a brief moment before solidifying into something colder, sharper.

"A husband?" he echoed, his tone laced with disdain. He stepped closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over you.

"Surely you jest, no man could ever care for you or Alice as I would, you belong here, with me, I will make you my queen, and your daughter shall have a life of luxury as a princess."

"No, I-"

The White King places a finger on your lips, his whimsical smile appearing.

"The potion should work now."

When you realise what he meant by potion, it was already too late, as you have fallen unconscious into his arms.

The white king picks you up into his arms, before looking down at Alice.

"Now come, Alice, we should bring your mother to her bed."

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Hello everyone Yandere Ketnup may be coming soon, but in the meantime, guys, who among you loves Lord Shen from Kung Fu Panda? Personally, I adore this elegant bird!

and would you like to play yandere ,,it's your turn to die,, and Frank from,, Subway surf,, ?

Mini description: You are preparing the house for the holiday according to all the Chinese traditions of your beloved, Lord Shen, the heir of the peacock family. While you were busy preparing, you might not have noticed an important detail on the very eve of the explosion of colors.

Note: In this work, Shen is about 20 and the events take place before he makes a fatal discovery in fireworks, about their crushing power. You are his beloved from a neighboring clan, having concluded a rare love match at that time.

In this universe, all the animals from the cartoon are people!!

Your words are pink, but Lord Shen's are red!

Picking up another pair of bamboo sticks, neatly trimmed into a hand-pleasing shape with a slightly heavy shape, you alternately throw each piece into the flame of fire, which flares up right in front of you, chastising each element.

As if a miracle would happen after a certain number and you would see none other than the dragon warrior himself, whispering and revealing each of your opponents' secret attacks. Or, should I say, the opponents of your favorite?

The one you are waiting for, like a shooting star, sometimes glancing at the gates of the palace, believing that your proud novice emperor will return any minute and his kimono will flow behind him, casting majestic shadows on each of the walls, while the fire will warm both the bodies and the hearts of you, two ardently in love.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sultry voice of the servants, who escort the next guests to their rooms. After all, it's not appropriate not to hold a significant holiday for the whole people on the imperial estate. And in terms of status, everything should be at the highest level, starting from snacks and polite servants, ending with a solemn speech by the emperor of a grateful people who are ready to lay down their heads for the sake of their master. And again, the ringing of speeches and bells subsides, with enviable frequency, the raging laughter of too young people is heard, who cannot wait to renounce their elders, having freedom, listening to the instructions of the elderly, who are respectfully led to the best rooms, assuring eternally dissatisfied ladies in old age that the caskets storing their expensive jewelry are fully made of marble, even a seal in the form of a peacock with a flowing majestic tail, which, for a second, cost no small effort, you knew this firsthand, making your own box one evening with Shen at your request, having something single, entirely made by you.

Another clap and the children burst out laughing while they are pampered by skilled babysitters, and you sigh, preparing to throw another stick into the bright burning ribbons of the elements, but a surprised sigh remains on your lips unvoiced when you notice that the last reed is not at all in your palm. Examining the kimono in search of what is missing, you start in surprise when right next to your head, behind your back, someone throws the last bamboo into a place that begins to warm up so that it becomes difficult to breathe, because without even turning around, you feel the warm embrace of a young man on your shoulders and a chaste kiss in your hair.

-Was it the eighth?

The owner of white curls at the waist, gathered in a tight ponytail tied with a scarlet ribbon, asks while someone else's hands cross over your collarbones, hugging your fragile body in a peculiar way, having only a small access to your temple, but even so having the opportunity to enjoy you to the fullest.

- That's right. - You say with a smile, turning your bright face not only from the energy of danger that your old generations tamed, but also from the blessing, because your beloved was with you, surrounded by servants or advisers, without parents, whom you were glad to see, but you wanted a quieter, intimately untouched and gentle environment. with the red-eyed one.

Without getting lost in your feelings, you turn to the heir, hugging him by the torso, while warm, despite the frosty time, your hands caress your waist, slightly crumpling the fabric of the bright robe, allowing yourself a misunderstanding in the company of important people, but such a native gesture for your beloved - squeezes the girl's figure more tightly, despite the inaccessibility of the character It gives you a hot, albeit with a hint of innocence, kiss on your cracked lips.

Only short moments lasted as long as you needed, but they melted before your eyes like snowflakes in your warm palms, although now they settled on your hair and clothes. When suddenly you were interrupted not by the sharp laughter of a crowd of celebrants, but by the roar of fireworks explosions, so that you had to pull away from each other just a little to see the colors of this dark blue sky.

While your rapt gaze was directed at the firmament, you still caught that languid intensity of Shen, but before you could say a word, he was ahead of you.

- My dear, come to my chambers, you should not worry your health before the holiday.

And with that, you walked away from Sama. But you saw that gleam in the eyes of a member of a noble family, and it was far from the brilliance of the colorful flashes of gunpowder and paint. Once again, red lanterns accompany you, protecting you from evil spirits according to the ancient beliefs of your ancestors.

[kugikizuchi]

Hello everyone!! I'm not dead, it's already good! Tomorrow we have a serious competition and another exam test, and I will be driven one way or the other.But!!! I'm indestructible, and I want to write you something about Catnap today or tomorrow. Wait, my dears!

And there will be something else between Dogday and Catnap!!! 😉😉😉

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Guys, I'm sorry I'm missing, but I didn't get sick on my own. And I've started having more complications. I'm on the mend now, but alas, I probably won't have time to write a sketch for you on this wonderful holiday - Valentine's Day, I'm sorry, but know that I have at least a dozen more stories for you.🙏🥺💕

AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE MORE THAN THREE HUNDRED HEARTS ON THE POST FOR THE DOCTOR!!!! It's a huge motivator!!!🐉🐉🐉🐉

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"The doctor and his devoted assistant."♡

Warnings: I decided to make it so that the character in our story is not the main character in the game, two different personalities. Our character is a girl. This is done for convenience. Yandere. Partial Stockholm syndrome. Obscenity towards a young female employee. Sexual pressure. Slight compulsion. Excitement games. A vibrator. A weak current through the body. Binding. The girl's submission to the doctor. Murder and brutality. The orange text is Harley's words, the pink text is your words. English is not my native language, I'm sorry for any mistakes!

Volume : 8,2k. Sorry, I overdid it.

Have fun reading! 🐉

"Everything has to be perfect" - these were the words that were on your mind when you laid out Dr. Sawyer's supplies on the table, finally receiving the position of assistant to such an honorable person in the company. In your eyes, he was the epitome of rigor and perfection. His calm and tired voice could overshadow any fears that you might not be hired for this service, but also make you wake up and jump from his harsh cold tone and rare shouts at employees who did not satisfy his desires.

But you tried so hard to become the perfect employee by literally learning the doctor's daily routine. You were willing to do anything to stay in such a prestigious position at a toy manufacturing company. And unfortunately, Harley Sawyer knew about your fanaticism to prove to your family that you are an independent person.

The first few days were hard. It's even too hard.. Your legs are shaking from constantly wearing heels and running around the floors, but I would like to deliver certain reports to different employees. It annoyed you deep down that you looked like a dog on wheels even to yourself, forced to run back and forth just to earn the impossible trust from the owner. But despite the Doctor's indifferent gaze and the sometimes sarcastic smiles of other employees, you just smiled, brushing off all the problems.

What a pity you didn't see how Sawyer liked that you could barely walk on your already aching legs. It might have given him the motivation to finally give you a reward, but he was giving himself the opportunity to delay the moment to the peak of its accomplishment.

And unfortunately or fortunately, the "Peak Height" was reached after almost half a year of your working shift with this young man. You're tired of being the secretary who was always described in jokes and anecdotes as the boss's girlfriend, who was ready to do anything for his pleasure, descending even into the very niche of debauchery. The way you tried to talk to Harley at first, always saying respectfully, "Dr. Sawyer, please, could we talk a little bit about my work shift and my responsibilities?" You always got a calculating look from under the glasses of the man who filled out the next document for you and his slight manic smile that made you twitch a little. "No, Assistant, I don't have time for idle conversations right now if they have nothing to do with the idea of improving the company. And judging by your words and body gestures, you clearly don't want to talk about the happiness of the company, so please take this document and don't try to disappear for more than 10 minutes. It's just another building. You'll get there fast. "he said it over and over again, while you were biting your tongue in your mouth, so as not to spit out the poison. He never even addressed you by your first name, although it was always written on the badge like all employees, but he took it for a special occasion.

And now your patience was over, you were ready to start swearing if you even needed to turn on your artistry, because it's not just your boss who can pretend to be a second person. But as soon as you crossed the threshold of his office, closing the door behind you, the man seemed to be already ready for this meeting and, without looking up, ordered you to close the door in his usual empty manner. You did so, as if out of habit, which was reflected on the doctor's lips with a smile and a relaxed look, to which you flinched slightly, not knowing how you spoiled him with your obedience. As soon as you got closer to the main figure in this room, your body was pressed against the table, your hips were painfully pressed against the table, and your hands were twisted behind your back, while the second man's hand covered your mouth, preventing you from uttering a whisper or a cry of pleading for help, judging by your frightened darting eyes, while you were trapped between the table and the tall figure. "Don't shout or deny it, the more resistance you put up, the more brute force I'll have to use on you, Assistant. " he was talking and you couldn't understand - your legs were shaking so much from fear because of the current situation or from the discharge of excitement, being in such a precarious position that it was not clear whether you would really quit tomorrow, or remain an obedient assistant.. Unfortunately, you both knew the answer from his calm smile and your heavy breathing when the dialogue began, although no one let you out of the man's strange embrace.

And now you have achieved your goal. Isn't that right? Now you didn't have to run around the floors, rub your feet to the knees and whine to your friends about the idiot boss. No, you didn't even have to wear heels now, because they would only get in the way while you were sitting on the elder's hip, watching his well-honed hand movements with a listless look as he drew another monst- ...toy for children. The silhouette of a huge purple-colored cat loomed while you read its name, sometimes disinterestedly swinging its legs dangling from the edge of the chair. Your hips, waist, and hair suffered the most. When someone infuriated the doctor by bringing him to a white knee, you could only stifle a groan, which the elder never liked, while his hands squeezed your hips, moving to your waist and hugging tightly, as if the child did not want to let go of his favorite plush toy at night, which could ensure his safety in the dark. The most unexpected thing was when the sadist's elegant hands found their way to your chest, squeezing it, and someone else's lips stopped right in front of your ear, red with embarrassment and shame." What do you think is worse for those employees who can't even complete their assignments properly, like being fired or getting a lot of work, much more than usual? " he asked you, massaging your chest through the fabric of your shirt, forbidding you to wear any additional fabric in his office in the form of a jacket, vest or dressing gown, " I think it would be better for them to do more work than usual" you say, swallowing, having already learned that your words could often acquire weight and leave employees with torn nerves and a nervous breakdown, or, which was rare, because the company needed employees, to throw out completely poorly working people from the company.

But the worst part, as you convinced yourself, even though you were grinning nervously alone, was remembering the events that happened to you when you unknowingly flirted with some of the staff, leaving Dr. Harley in a bad mood. What can you say? He was furious. You could get used to the compressions that left bruises on your body later. But you couldn't get used to the man's jealousy when you re-entered his office, kicking off your heels and closing the door, as per the usual ritual. You wouldn't have entered this room knowing what was waiting for you. In less than 15 minutes, you were standing on trembling legs, leaning your torso on the table, not completely, but only with your waist and arms, whimpering and slightly swaying your hips from how pleasantly and painfully the elastic and smooth head of the vibrator slid, caressing your femininity, and the body of your boss pressed close did not give you a chance to move. And all I can do is choke on moans and sobs. Sometimes getting slapped on the hips, you twitched, whining, but rather from how at such moments it was pleasant and humiliating for a toy to torment your clitoris, pressing against your labia, but focusing on a lump of nerves, bringing you to tears and removing the vibrating object from your body again when you had a little bit left before climax, and your natural lubricant was already flowing down your legs, staining the floor. "Repeat what a good assistant should do and how he should treat his boss, even if he is not in charge of the company, but in charge of a subordinate" the man whispered threateningly in your ear, hearing with sadistic pleasure your hoarse apologies for allegedly cheating, which you did not allow, but in the perverted mind of the elder, you could do anything wrong, just to untie his hands and give him a reason to torment you and bring you to the edge of ecstasy. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Dr. Sawyer" you apologized in a trembling voice, moaning, rolling your eyes with treacherous pleasure when men's hands squeeze your bare breasts thanks to your removed shirt and bra, which makes you bite your tongue, which you shouldn't have talked much to other people, while your knees are weak from rough play with your nipples. "Please forgive my assistant, I will never again pay so much attention to those who do not deserve anything, but I will give all my attention only to the genius of science and surgery, you, Harley Sawyer" you begged with a hoarse voice, pleasing his ego, rolling your eyes when the toy returned to your clitoris. get the long-awaited orgasm, but the doctor's silence never ended such evenings of punishment and obedience. You could only lie down on the table with your chest, trying to catch your breath, and with excitement and horror you could hear the sound of your fly being unfastened and the almost lightning-fast pressing of the elder's erection with a languid sigh, which meant that for you it was not at all the end of re-education.

"You got what you wanted. You're not overworking anymore" the man said carelessly, holding you in his arms, while Rob ran a pencil over a piece of paper, drawing out different poses for an entity called "Yarnaby." "Yes, it's true and I'm grateful to you for that, but maybe you'll still give me at least a little contact with the staff, I spend time with you from morning until late at night" you timidly answer, looking away and not daring to get up from someone else's lap while his head rests on your shoulder. your shoulder, and your back is pressed against his chest. You hold your breath, hearing that grin right in your ear again, "Is there something you don't like, Y/N? You really wanted to avoid running around platforms and seeing the smirks of some employees. I'm just fulfilling your wish. "he was saying, which made your toes feel a little tight, because even though he fulfilled your wish, he did it in such a sophisticated way and turned everything around to his advantage, as always. Once again, you were left without the opportunity to argue your answer, sighing and continuing to rest in strangely caring and proper hands. You could only bite your cheek and reflect that both you and the young man know about your situation with trying to appear as a higher person in other people's eyes and that Harley would use this against you every time you had at least one thought about leaving him. Only sometimes, glancing at the notes on different sheets left at some time to the owners of this office, you are distracted from dark thoughts. And an intriguing question for you was - who is Riley and why do I need to check her every day on.. bouts of aggression?

You were distraught when you were fired from your job right after Sawyer went missing. You couldn't answer what hurt you more, the fact that he ran away, the fact that you were fired because of him or because of his possible report on you, because if he's not in the workplace, then you shouldn't be either. At least that's what he kept saying when he dragged her into his bed, arguing that if he had a day off, so did you. And it means that you will limp again later in the evening from making love to him. But now. You were broken and confused, returning to the apartment, which was now so lonely without yours.. A lover? You didn't even know what kind of relationship you were in with him before he disappeared. That's all you could say for sure. You've become more attached to him than you planned, wanted, or could have been.. It scared you and made you cry without the affection of your beloved doctor. And his sometimes persistent kisses.

But here. After almost a few years, returning to the factory with your employee, having overcome so many dangers and living creatures that you saw only with children and only with smiles, thinking that they were harmless. You could only realize with horror that all this was an illusion, and judging by the tapes that you listened to with bated breath with your colleague, each of the experiments suffered. And you suffered the same way because of your former boss Sawyer, which made your heart sink into your heels and you were ready to collapse on the floor, not realizing that you had always been so close to a real monster.

And now. While you heard your friend running away from the mechanical bodies, you only screamed faintly into the fabric of your skirt, which was torn off at your bottom and covered your mouth from the way the wires bound your body, tightening the same on your miniature figure, clasping your hands behind your back again, while other bare wires slid over your though and a body covered with clothes, but still sensitive to weak electric shocks. And these blows were imitation kisses, while you stared wide-eyed at the humanoid creature standing above you, not allowing you to move or get up from the table on which you were sitting like a prisoner. Just the way he likes it... You just stared with horror in your eyes at the TV, which displayed a single eye that described all your features and the fact that you had hardly changed in any way over the years. His mechanical hand rests on your chin and with deliberate tenderness presses on it, forcing you to swallow out of habit from the learned signal sign - to be closer to the boss, which you do, leaning towards the figure, not even giving yourself an account of the actions, but only mechanically doing the work itself. "I've been waiting for you for so long, my beloved assistant. You've missed and missed me too much, Y/N, but don't worry. I won't leave you alone anymore. Never. "

[kugikizuchi]

Are you okay writing smut, poly, and females characters?

Good evening! I decided to answer this question while I'm working on the part about Dr. Harley. Hmm. I can say that yes, I can describe a little smut characters, female, but.. Poly? Please explain who poly is, as I have not seen such a word before, and the Internet does not give me an exact explanation. :(

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I'm sick at home and I'm thinking. Where to begin? Which sketch would you like to see first on my channel?

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Let's get acquainted!

Hello, you can call me Kugi (after the character YTTD)! I am glad to finally start running my own blog in which I will publish various stories that I hope you will like.

The focus will be on stories about Yandere, but I'm not ruling out various fluffs, tragedies, and so on. Fandoms that I can write about (will change): Fnaf Sister Location and possible other parts of fnaf, Twisted Wonderland, Disney villains YTTD, Poppy Playtime all parts, BSD, Honkai Star Rail, Genshin, The Squid Game Series, etc.

What about me: I'm a girl, pronouns she/her. English is not my native language, so I'm sorry for the various mistakes in the lyrics.

Do not copy or distribute my work without my knowledge and permission.

Have a nice day!(⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆