#Soft Yandere

[coffe-and-tea-time]

Yandere shop! Choose your yandere!

I was thinking, did you ever listen to yandere asmr videos? If so, you will catch on quickly that this is based on the yandere shop, which was so popular in asmr videos during the pandemia. - coffee

If you didn’t, quick summary Coffee gave me: imagine if there is a place where you can enter and you can ‘buy’ (they pay you since you are going to take care of a serial killer so he don’t kill people while you two got your twisted love) a yandere of your choosing. - tea

Word count: 1.2k but this will be edited to correct misspellings or weird sentence structure later, sorry in advance.

tw: yandere behavior, willing reader, delulu, written in you/yours, reader is a little nervous but really interested, you can choose humans yanderes and non-human (although humanoid) yanderes!

You fix your clothing and take a deep breath, your mind filled with ‘what if..’ yet, you were here, in a place that you didn’t trust was real

A creak takes you out of your thoughts, a smiling man dressed rather formally, greets you cheerfully.

“Sorry to interrupt when you are so absorb in your pretty mind My dear, but you know, a little push may help you”

He said as he extended his hand to you, well, you already made your way here hoping to get a yandere so you gather all your corague as you take the man's hand. He led inside the shop, you can hear the click of the door closing behind you as you follow him.

“Oh, I hope you weren’t thinking of backing up so quickly Dear, want something to drink?”

You gently shake your shake as you sit down in one of the couches, on the inside it looks pretty much like a coffee shop.

“Smart choice but you still seem rather nervous, want to say something before I go ahead and show you the catalog?”

“Well, I wanted to know, what can you do for the yandere you like to like you back? What if the one I choose doesn't like me back?”

Your worries were met with a not-so-subtly laugh from the man which make you kind of annoyed and embarrassed.

“Sorry Dear, I just never thought I ever meet somebody that feel insecure about the love of a yandere”

Now you wanted to punch him, is a normal question to ask! The yandere have their own way to fall in love!

“Let me give you a quick explanation, if they had a darling, both of us know they would be busy stalking them. The yanderes we have don’t have a darling, but are eager for the sense of love on their own way which may not suit everyone so to avoid problems, this shop was put in place as a matchmaker between differents kinds of yanderes and people who enjoy them"

You sight in relief as you nod.

“alright, who is more likely to go even more insane if they don't get a darling soon.."

"Sorry, what did you just say? I couldn't hear you well"

"Oh, nothing Dear, I was just searching for the ones that been waiting the most, is how the list work, I will show you a few options first so you have an idea, you can ask for another kind if you had something else in mind, I'm sure we got something that will suit your taste; Although, do remember that is just one yandere, we had problems with that before"

"How is it that someone got the permission to have more than one? I thought you guys will keep in track that since well, it's dangerous for anyone"

"She didn't have permission but she manage because she stubbornly wanted a yandere harem, the result are expected, averyone in that house died except for one yandere, he is again on the list, and as you can guess, he end up more being more... intense. He is totally your perfect option if you like a very possessive yandere, he's a more serious yandere for that experience"

“That will be dangerous for me too?”

"Dont worry Dear, he is truly desperate for love like the rest, his name is Dizie. But if you rather a more gentle treat, Gabriel is your guy, I don't know much about him since he said that only his darling will get to know everything about him. As far as I know, he's kind of yandere that will kiss the ground were his darling walk, a worshiper you can say, if you like someone looks at you like you are a deity, he's definitely your perfect match"

“Isn’t every yandere a worshiper in their own ways?”

"Well, I guess? Is true that others have another específic ways to worship, look, he's the baker, relishes in your enjoyment of their pastries, a very skilled baker that knows how to include the most unique of ingredients to make the sweetest of treats, dreams of putting his heart and soul in every treat he bakes for his darling, his name is Oliver”

"What kind of ingredients tho?"

“The next one you may like is actually a popular singer, he chooses to keep anonymous unless chosen, but if you want to be a celebrity or date one, he is someone you can guess that will love to spoil their darling, he’s on the talkative side, if you like art or stuff like that, you will enjoy his house. although he babbles a lot of how he wish to hear the voice of his darling obsessively for hours”

The seller seems to dodge your question.

“Ah, of course, we also have some special yanderes if humans are boring or less attractive for you, look, he’s Myotis, the classic vampire, he even has wings! Isn’t it perfect to see the sky closer while you enjoy the company of a yandere that looks like he just came out of a book? If you are also into short kings, you gonna love him without a doubt”

"He's not going to drain me out of blood, is he?"

“Dear, why would a yandere who waits so long for their darling, kill them? But if vampires aren't your type, you could go for a mothman! You will be the light of his life, literally. He’s a big softie and kind of clumsy; he just eagerly waits for the arrival of his daylight. A good choose if you like special clingy yanderes, he is not around humans too much, but he said he wanted to be called Lior if he got chosen. Oh, if you are on the stronger side, you may want to keep your eye on Tarak, he said something about his name meaning something like star and protector I think, I guess he chose the name by himself, he’s a prideful dragon and really loves to talk, honestly, I’m not that intelligent to understand some things that he say, but if you like to know new things by listening, asking or reading, he's your man, you can try trying to teach him something new, I don't think is impossible to archive”

“You know what ag…”

You stopped talking when you catch a security camera in a corner moving around frantically yet appear like not seeing anything?

“Don’t mind him, is just Grier, even though I don’t know if that's his real name, I do know he loves trying to spy here using the security cameras so we end up having to put tape on them when a darling is coming to the shop; as you can guess, he’s a hacker, if you choose him, you will be very well protected and taken cared of since you gonna be being watched even if you think you are alone, if that what you wish for, please do choose him.”

The seller looks at you, waiting for an answer, to choose what kind of yandere you want or ask for a specific type now.

“You don’t really go outside too much, so I don’t think you gonna have problems with any of them”

You act like you didn’t hear his murmur as you look at the papers in your hand of every yandere he just talked about.

If your favorite options lose or you want something specific, just send an ask! We love comments and interactions in general so don't be shy.

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

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[erosiism]

OBLIVION | YANDERE IMAGINES

prompt: very lazy (oblivious) reader x yandere crown prince who basically does everything for him. reader is clueless about his friends disappearing around him, historical setting where MC is a pampered son of a noble family 

character(s): yandere crown prince, lazy!reader

warnings(s): mild violence, yandere themes. still considered rather fluffy and sfw

note(s): male reader, second person, present tense, as far as this goes this guy is too green to be really called a yandere lol. his possessive and violence tendencies are not to be glorified regardless, loose use of magic, not beta read 

Your biggest enemy is hard work, and your favorite hobby is sleeping. You can’t help it—you are spoiled, no doubt about that, and because you got lucky enough to be born into a prestigious family who dotes on you. Your social life is almost non-existent, but ever since you were young, your friend has stuck next to you. 

Your friend, who happens to be a crown prince.

People say he’s scary. You doubt that highly—is His Highness Cassian not the one who has brought you sweet treats from young? Is he not the one who littered your skin with tiny kisses because he likes showing affection? Is he not the one who allows you to laze around or nap? Rumors tend to be untrue, and you feel almost sorry towards the prince for having to deal with that.

(“I heard that if you mess with him, His Highness has the ability to kill! Haven’t you heard the disappearances lately?”)

You asked the crown prince questions regarding the rumors. All you got was a surprised, flippant reply: kill? That’s ridiculous, [Name]. I haven’t even mastered my mana skills yet.

So you don’t trust the rumors. It makes sense for people to be jealous, after all: he’s the crown prince. He has objectively good looks, and he’s an amalgamation of everything someone would covet: wealth, prestige, brilliance, and skill.

“You slept in class again?” A voice tears you out of your thoughts. You’re lounging on the bench in the school garden, and your legs are propped up on the sides. Your bag is thrown loosely to the ground. Inwardly you wish you had the physical capability to be agile enough to scale up a tree—because god, the place up there looked amazing—but unfortunately, you didn’t.

You face him. Cassia raises an eyebrow, and his fingers reach out gingerly to touch your cheek gently. You don’t recoil. It’s become normal.

“I can see words imprinted on your face. How long did you sleep? Or rather, how long was your class?”

It takes a few moments for you to process the prince’s words, before you squint your eyes. There’s a red smear on his cheek that seems hastily wiped off. It’s not too obvious, not to others, anyways, but you’re so used to Cassian's face looking normal that you immediately notice it.

“What’s that red thing on your face?” You ignore the question. You know that he can guess the answer.

“…Red thing?” Cassian immediately narrows his eyes, pausing. His fingers leave your face and go to his own. It looks like blood; which is odd, and definitely not possible.

“Is that…” you mull it over for a second. It can’t be blood. Or lipstick.

Cassian, though having received multiple marriage proposals, didn’t seem to be settling down any time soon. 

Strange, it doesn’t even seem like he likes women. So the only plausible thing is—

“—were you drinking tomato soup earlier?”

Cassian blinks his eyes, before a look of realization dawns on his face. And if you see correctly, there’s almost the tiniest hint of relief. Cassian’s lips tug up into a smile—he laughs, the prince laughs, the sound bright and mirthful and irrevocably fond. Your parents have teased you once about the prince nursing a crush on you. But this is how he has treated you for as long as you can remember.

“Tomato?”

“Looks like a tomato,” You furrow your eyebrows. “Hey, do they serve tomato soup in the academy? I really want tomato soup. It’s easy to drink, and…”

“I’ll get you some later,” Cassian says affectionately. He ruffles your hair, and you relax. “Don’t worry too much, alright?”

You shrug loosely. “Alright.”

.

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[ before ]

He stares at the dead body on the ground. There aren’t a lot of rumors of you, but your laziness is well known. Some see it fondly, almost endearingly, but there are the rare few who view you with disdain because of your apparent lack of diligence.

Caspian doesn’t like that. He’s fine with rumors of his own—but of you? But of sweet, innocent, lovely you? He loathes it.

“Stop talking,” he smiles. “…You can do that, can’t you? After all, you’re already dead.”

A head lolls about and blood drips off a blade.

What, Cassian thinks with that sweet softness he has reserved for you, smiling gently, should I get for [Name] today?

shitpost since i had this lying around. lowkey cringe

[oncomingnight]

The Best of You, Belongs To Me.

yandere! death metal singer x fem reader

Andrew is the farthest thing from shy when it comes to showing you affection in public. He'll pull your chair closer to him as the two of you sit in a practically barren cafe, using the closed off distance between the two of you to his advantage in order to kiss you with so much passion that it feels as if he's attempting to rob you of all your breath. His inked hands are constantly interlinked with yours, gently leading you towards the end of never ending crowds, pulling you closer to his side, bringing your buttery smooth hand up to his lips in order to press sugar flavored kisses onto the surface.

He's also a huge fan of standing behind you with his hands planted on your shoulders + hugging you from behind as he nuzzles his head into the ivy scented crook of your neck.

What you're about to read may seem weird but Andrew is absolutely obsessed with the way you smell. He finds himself within the very realm of heaven when he catches a whiff of your jasmine scented perfume, pomegranate body wash accompanied with hints of cherry. He'll write down the names of your most used fragrances and make it a mission to always stock them back up for you.

He is constantly wearing his silver chain with your name as the charm dangling from it. He is never seen without it.

Andrew's skin is almost completely covered with tattoos and he found a way to incorporate his love and obsession for you in this artistry. He has your name displayed across the side of his neck along with a depiction of your angelic-like eyes on his forearm.

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He loves partaking in activities that have to do with the outdoors and would love it even more if you were to join him. Andrew is the absolute best when it comes to planning the perfect hiking/camping day out. He grabs a little backpack for you and fills it to the brim with your favorite snack bars and makes sure to have your favorite beverage in clutch within a thermos. He takes an insane amount of photos and videos of the two of you going on these little outdoor adventures.

Gets on one knee to re-buckle your heels or tie your shoes.

holds your bags when he takes you on a little shopping spree.

Andrew hardly ever lets you pay for things yourself, he will somehow always pull out his card faster than you can manage. One day, you accidentally let slip that you paid for a case of lipstick with your own money after he complimented you on how the shade 'made you look like an angel'.

He keeps a careful eye on you as you apply the cherry shade of lipstick onto the sultry outline of your lips before asking you, "when did you get that, princess?"

"oh, just the other day when you took me to the mall!" "why...wait why didn't you just ask me to buy it for you?" you giggle for a split second before replying with, "baby, you were already carrying all of my bags I didn't want you to do another thing by-"

"I don't care what I was doing. Plus, I wanted to carry your shit. Just ask me next time, okay? You already know I'll say yes just don't do that again."

He somehow convinces you to quit your job as that'll be beneficial in you being able to accompany him when his band goes on tour. This is a bit toxic but what else did you expect from reading this? Andrew would never want you to have to deal with a hostile work environment, faltering pay checks or mentally challenging hours. So, of course he succeeds in getting you to drop your job no matter if it's something you enjoy doing or not.

He manages to remind you that he's always there for you no matter what life throws at the two of you. He makes sure you know he cares even if it's through the little things, ordering breakfast & dinner to your apartment door when he isn't able to be home and is spending extra hours in the studio. He sends you voice messages throughout the day/night telling you all about his day, whining on & on about how much he's missed you and how he can't wait to feel you in his arms again.

"I'm almost home, cutie, do you want a coffee?"

says, "there you are, my sleepy head", every time you come out of your shared bedroom after a long night's rest.

Andrew is incredibly talented when it comes to knowing how to comfort you in the most efficient manner possible. He'll gently caress your face, placing his hand on your cheek for a second longer before leaning in to kiss your forehead. "baby, hey, can you please look at me? What's gotten you so upset?" He would never allow you to feel as though the reason for your sadness is stupid or irrelevant because "if it hurts you, it hurts you". He'd practically force you into getting into the bath with him, allowing for the two of you to be engulfed within lavender scented bubbles and the feeling of him threading his fingers through your hair. Then, he'd have you step within the comfort of a fluff filled blanket, resulting in a drowsy appearance to find a home upon your features.

He'd take your newly found calmness to his advantage as he's now able to get a clear cut story on what made his little angel's face fill with such sadness.

Listens to your ramblings with a look of nothing but pure adoration and listens to you talk about your interests while storing all of the topics you're so infatuated with within his schema.

"oh, that's a shirt from her favorite show. I'll go ahead and get that."

Takes a bunch of screenshots of you while the two of you are on face time.

You're his lock screen

Whenever his mother calls him she'll never fail to ask about you and questions him on how you're doing, if you've eaten, etc. She'll eventually ask him to pass the phone to you and it'll take hours for the call to end at that point because she's convinced you're the one for her son, and why wouldn't she want to speak to her future daughter in law for hours on end?

Andrew takes photos of the two of you in every single destination him and his band stop at while they're on tour. He has tons and tons of Polaroids showing you and him having the best time together in various cities inside of Asia, Europe and the US. They're all titled something along the lines of, "Me and the Mrs in __, "Me and my one and only."

[lovelybrooke]

Yandere Dungeon Meshi Concept

Sorry for not writing anything in a while, I hope you enjoy this, and feel free to request anything based on this concept if ya'll want.

I was going to make reader a child, but I instead went with the idea of them being older. This race is unspecified, but I personally view them as being a Tall-man.

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You don't know why you agreed to travel down into the dungeon with your friend, you should've never let them convince you into doing this. But alas, here you are, fighting monster after monster as you and them travel deeper and deeper. 

They've been obsessed with becoming an adventurer years before the dungeon was discovered. They were constantly taking on odd jobs just for the heck of it, constantly coming home with random bruises and other injuries, but a bright smile on their face. Adventuring was something that made them happy, and they wanted to experience it with you. 

However you were the opposite. You liked your quiet little life, and were not looking for any sort of adventure. You were happy being the person your dear friend always came back to after exploring, but you never wanted anything more, and you were very open about that. 

So when they came to you ranting and raving about a new dungeon discovered on the island, you had no interest in it whatsoever. But your friend on the other hand was obsessed, spending days begging you to come down there with them. This time, they were planning on exploring the dungeon to its fullest and water to be the first person to discover its secrets, and they wanted you with them. And though it took much convincing, you eventually agreed, something you would come to regret. 

The first few days of exploration weren't bad. You were more magically inclined, so you were able to stay away from any monsters while your friend was the one to deal with them. If you did have to fight, you were able to summon familiars in order to fight for you, which allowed you to remain safe. 

Deep down, you did enjoy the mystery of the dungeon, but as you delved deeper, and the masters became more difficult to deal with, you started to notice a change in your friend. Their previous talkative nature was gone, now replaced with eerie silence majority of the time. They were ruthless to the monsters you encountered, becoming something vicious that you were sorta afraid of. This all culminated into one strange night, you were low on mana, causing you to fall asleep quickly while your friend remained awake. 

When you awoke the next morning, your friend was gone, their bag present and filled to the brim, as though they disappeared suddenly. You spend the next few days looking for them, questioning what the best plan was. Where would they go? Why would they leave without you, when they were previously so obsessed with you staying close to them? For a moment you wanted to assume the best, that they were becoming fearful of the dungeon and, out of embarrassment, left without you, leaving their stuff behind so that you would have enough to survive without them. 

However, another part of you knew that it wasn't likely to be that simple. Your friend wasn't the same as when they first entered the dungeon, almost as if the dungeon changed them in a way. You knew that this dungeon and its ties to the mad mage was likely to cause your friend to be driven to madness, but if that's the case why did you feel perfectly fine? You knew that it was likely something or someone changed them, so you packed up as much as you could carry and left, traveling deeper in hopes of finding them, or what was left of them. 

Traveling alone in the dungeon was difficult, especially as your rations dwindled. There were days where you went without eating anything, waiting until you absolutely had to in order to not waste the small amount of food you had. You felt sick and tired most days, and on top of that whenever you were low on mana you felt miserable, and constantly wondered if this was the right choice, if your friend was truly on the surface while you were suffering for them. But you knew them, you knew that that was unlikely, and so you kept traveling, even as it pained you to do so. 

A few weeks after your friend's disappearance, you knew you couldn't travel any farther. You knew that if you were to die, then that you would be revived, though much weaker than before. That was the best option, so you didn't question the pain as you passed out while traveling, internally hoping that you would be able to get farther than before once you were back on your feet. 

However, when you did awake, you were meant with the smell of food, good food. The smell caused your heart to race, because you knew that it was likely that you were close to other travelers, and that it was likely that they weren't friendly. However, the first face you saw was the exact opposite of that, a clearly worried elf girl very close to your face. "Guys, they're up!" She screamed, it was too loud for it to be the first thing you heard, causing you to flinch. She looked apologetic as someone else, an aloof looking dwarf, handed you a bowl of soup, which you quickly scarfed down without a second thought. 

After finishing many bowls of soup, the elf girl, who you learned was named Marcille, explained that they found you passed out during their own travel and that their party leader, Laios, said that it would be wrong to leave you there. You were grateful, explaining your own situation and after much internal debate between their party, they decided to let you join them, despite you being very willing to leave on your own. Senshi, the dwarf, claimed that after not eating you were too weak to travel on your own. Laios agreed, while the beast-man and half-foot seemed like they couldn't care less. 

Laios's team was definitely eccentric, monster eating aside, though that very much threw you for a loop. They were all very different, but you see that they all cared for each other. Overall, you related a lot to Laios. One night he confided in you just how much his sister meant to him, and how badly he wanted to find her, and you couldn't help but relate to him. His drive to find his sister made you just as hopeful to find your friend as well. 

Like the other members as well, Marcille seemed to warm up to you quickly, seemingly incapable of leaving you alone, protecting you in battles even when you were perfectly fine. You gave her the benefit of the doubt, knowing she was missing her close friend. Senshi seemed like a perfect caretaker, always cooking you hearty meals, encouraging you to eat even if you were full. You basically never knew hunger when he was around. Chilchuk and Izutsumi were much more reserved, but you think they like you? Izutsumi always gives you the food she doesn't like and Chilchuk always makes sure you get taken care of first after any battle. You always assumed you were much younger than him, though it could also be because he thought you were helpless. 

As much as they did to help you fit in, you never truly felt like you belonged within their group. They all shared one common goal, and while Falin seemed like a great person to you, you never truly could relate to them, which often made you feel out of place. Though, none of this was their fault. Laios, for as strange as he was, is kind, and once he noticed your fear and anxiety he worked hard to make sure you never felt alone, even if it did cause you to become overwhelmed. 

You went from feeling alone, to cornered. You never had a moment to yourself, and you often found yourself forgetting your friend, the entire reason you were in this terrible dungeon in the first place. You wondered if it was because of the dungeon itself, or if it was some other, darker reason. With every monster, every transformation, every new meal, your mind strayed farther and farther away from your friend. You knew It was terrible, but you were so caught up with other things that your mind started to drift. You were still trying to find them, that will always be your goal, but after every meal, you start to forget your friend more and more, and it kills you.

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A/n: I don't know how to feel about this, feel free to request for dungeon meshi if you want

[illicit-eclipse]

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[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I've been in a Silver mood lately. And I also haven't had much sleep due to work so I wrote this hehe <3

"Nooo, stay with me," Silver's voice broke the afternoon silence, a soft whine edging his words. It was a spoiled request, one you couldn't deny even if you wanted to.

He looked so cute like this, his sleepy eyes pleading, a vulnerability that tugged at your heartstrings. The soft tone of his voice, tinged with the hoarseness brought on by sleep, coupled with his lazy smile, captivated your attention.

Before you knew it, you were back in his arms, where he believed you belonged. His hold on you was gentle yet possessive, his embrace a cocoon of warmth. The slow pace of the afternoon, the serene rays of the sun filtering through the window, made you feel drowsy as well. Silver's curls tickled against your neck, his arms tightening around you, pulling you impossibly nearer.

And even then, he tried to pull you closer. Almost as if he wanted to be one with you, one being with one heartbeat and mind, and feelings and thoughts and everything that he could share with you.

"Wanna see another dream?" He asked, one eye half-open, his gaze piercing through the haze of sleep. His words held a promise, a temptation to dive back into the strange and whimsical worlds he often led you to in dreams.

Lately, Silver had been guiding you through the dreams of others, an odd habit that had become your shared secret. Some were funny, though others, like Lilia's dream, were less pleasant. The memory of being turned into unwilling taste testers for the fae's horrendous cooking still made you shudder. The nightmare of choking down concoctions that defied culinary logic was something you'd rather not revisit.

You could still taste the salt and pepper and sugar on your tongue and it wasn't any good. Far from that, it was horrible. Horrendous, such a crime for culinary that you just know Gordon Ramsay would kill Lilia with his bare hands if he could.

A soft breeze, another soft kiss on left on your cheek, you tried to break free. "I had to go, honey. But it won't take long, I promise!"

He looked at you. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, his touch both soothing and dangerous, callous fingers tickling your sides very slowly. "Stay," Silver whispered again, his voice more insistent, more demanding.

You rolled your eyes at that. He was always like this, so adamant of your time and affection, so straightforward about what he wanted. And each and every time you found a way to compromise with him, knowing full well about the extent of his feelings.

There was something in his gaze, a depth of emotion that made your heart race. His eyes, usually so gentle, held a dark intensity for a long second. "You can't go," He confessed, his voice a hushed murmur. "You're mine. Only mine."

But here, in Silver's arms, the world seemed distant. His gentle breathing, the warmth of his body, and the protective way he held you made you feel safe. Amused, you thought how he extended his sleepiness to you - if that was even possible.

Might as well be.

His hold tightened, his grip almost desperate. "Don't leave now, I'II be left all alone and cold."

You snorted, feeling a laugh bubbling on your chest as you shake from a second. In this moment, wrapped in his arms, wrapped in the covers, you were his. Completely, utterly his.

"Fine." You give in, already thinking about the consequences. Though you didn't care too much, too comfortable now, too cozy, laid on his chest. "But you're gonna help with my homework later. Deal?"

He hummed, already drifting to the dream world. "Deal."

[zennotixs]

[nxctir]

I want to completely own you, and be owned in return.

[crushingcasanova]

There will never be another being as perfect as you.

[s1cklyl0verr]

stop paying so much attention to other people and just focus on me.

[meinebiene]

(hypnotizing) ooh you need me so badly i’m the only one for you you can’t stand to live without me

[hazelovs]

Oh how i long for yandere to worship me and also for me to ruin their lives

They can only pay attention to me

Nobody else is important other than me

I can play with their cute holes while i chain them struggling with a love sick expression

Spitting in their face

Watching them lick the remaining saliva drip down their face

Torture them and watch as they beg for more while thanking me "moremoremoreuhfs please mommy"

Aww why are you crying? You wanted this dont you? Following me around, sending me with your voice and pictures

This. Is. All. Your. Fault

I'm just reciprocating it back~

You should be grateful

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Do you think that yandere Malleus or Lilia would find it attractive if Yuu had a child? Because like, yeah, that means that Yuu has some sort of ex (which I can imagine could be upsetting) but also like…free kids (and they know Yuu is able to have them)

It's a win, win, win, for him.

Not only does he get a wonderful mate, but also free kid, ready to be raised and loved.....also a free milf/dilf.

I'm laughing thinking of Lilia going up to Silver and telling him not only does he now have a new parent but also a new little sibling. Boy is sleepy and confused, he'll be a great big brother though.

Oh man, seeing you being all sweet and motherly/fatherly/parent-ly? with your kid gives this fae so many good feels. Def asks the kid if they want to have more siblings.

New Dad will happily make that happen.

Ah, imagine the little kid letting out those happy little screams and squeals when they ride on Malleus's swinging tail. At least in Mals ver of this Lilia doesn't have to wait too long to be a grandpa since the bun is already out of the oven when you get with Mal.

Also...Uncle Sebek, takes his uncle duties very seriously and I can picture him doing one of those pretend tea parties, sitting in a chair too small for him, surrounded by plushes as he drinks pretend tea and looking very serious while he does it.

Malleus is way happy the first time the kid invites him to one, he's beaming when the kid hands him an in-crayon written invitation.

Keeps it forever.

[whitewitchqueen]

I've wanted to talk more about Rennala's side of the family, since I feel like I talk about the others a lot more. Also reminder that requests are open so if y'all want to talk about Elden Ring or the concept please do so.

I know I've talked about Rennala in passing, but her opinion of dreamer is really affected by how close they are to Marika/Radagon. In my concept, reader gets transported to The Lands Between after Radagon and Rennala separate, obviously since Melina and Miquella are present. Because of this, I think Rennala, at least at the beginning, holds a lot of resentment towards reader.

I feel like people forget that Marika basically took Rennala's children from her. Yes, we can assume they were mostly adults by this point, but they became part of Marika's family and in a way isolated Rennala. So I think when she sees Marika and Radagon bring in dreamer, who in her mind is some random child, she holds a lot of distain towards them. She wanted so badly to have a family with Radagon, so for him to grow so close to someone who isn't even his by blood, it destroys her.

Most of her children hold the same sentiment as her, except for Ranni. Radahn doesn't hold any strong opinions towards you and Rykard sees you as a blight on the golden horde and his family as a whole, powers be damned. Ranni, as I'v mentioned in the past, doesn't hold the same thoughts as her brothers, and takes genuine interest towards you. As I've hinted in the past, Ranni also has a connection towards sleep and dream magic, and like Miquella, is capable of with reader through dreams. Ranni views you/the dreamer as a rare bird, something people adore as long as they are caged and owned. You have no real say in the matter, from the moment you set foot in this world your fait was no longer your own. It makes her curious of you, of your world, of what will happen the more her family takes interest in you. She would be lying if she said she wasn't also fond of you, of what you have to ofter.

As time goes on, the feelings of her family change. I think the more you're forced to acclimate into this world, the more their opinion on you start to change. I've always viewed pre-Melania fight Radahn as very smart and driven, and since we don't really know about Radahn's relationship with his family, I personally like to view him as someone who was close to siblings, as close as he could be while being a commander. Because of this, I think that as he grows closer to dreamer, he desperately wants to become someone they look up to and admire. It's what makes his madness so sad. I've talked about reader's sadness when they arrive back in The Lands to see how much everything has changed, but I do think Radahn would be one of the saddest, especially when they realize that this was Melania's doing.

Rykard is actually appalled by his families behavior, and sees his father and set mothers behavior as heresy, especially before the shattering. Reader/dreamer has no connection to the Golden Order, they exist completely outside of Grace, so he has no reason to care for you. I think multiple things change his opinion, his journey towards blasphemy and his eventual involvement in the night of the black knives, his mindset starts to change. His sister is likely the one to change his opinion on you, and he starts to see your potential. He wants to know the depths of your powers, to figure out what you are truly capable of. As he is driven farther and farther away from the Golden Order, he becomes closer and closer to you until eventually you are gone, and he's driven to madness.

And finally, there is Rannala, who I despite her love for her children, takes time to grow close to you. She cant help but see you as yet another thing that takes you away from her family, even if you have no true connection to Marika. But as she slumbers, she's graced with thoughts of you. She knows of your connection to dreams, and perhaps that's why she dreams of you so often, but you're comforting in these times. You remind her when her children were young, wide eyed and awed by everything, and suddenly, you are no longer a sore spot on her heart. You are a comfort, a warmth that she's been craving ever since her family was taken from her.

Now, all of her hate is towards Marika. She hoards you, never failing to notice how she encourages you to stay close to her own children, especially her first. She is a blight, ruining everything she loves, and now she has the gaul to take you, it's not fair.

[illicit-eclipse]

[fraqilove]

𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹— 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 . . 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 . .

yandere! boy x f!reader. sfw — comfort. mentions of stalking ﾉ mentions of breaking in ﾉ mentions of self harm ﾉ cuddles ﾉ mentions of violence ﾉ ૮꒰៸៸ "◞ ◟៸៸꒱ა

you had grown accustomed to the little knocks on your window, the faint tapping a familiar sound. the first time he'd climbed through the frame, you had nearly screamed, his sudden appearance startling you. but now, it was a nightly routine. he would climb through the window, his footsteps soft, his movements quiet, as if he was afraid of making any noise. once he reached the foot of your bed, he would wait. the wait wasn't long, a few seconds at most, the span of time just enough for you to get settled, sit up, and give him the cue to move forward.

he would approach, his steps slow, measured, as if he was approaching a wild animal, a frightened, cowering creature that was liable to flee at any moment. he would climb into bed, the mattress dipping, the springs creaking, the noise loud in the silence. you didn't exactly like his presence, but you'd learned to tolerate it. he hadn't proven himself a threat. so you let him be.

the first time he'd seen the marks on your arms, the red lines marring your flesh, the cuts and scrapes a glaring, obvious sign of your distress, he had nearly lost it. the mere thought of someone hurting you was enough to drive him insane. but you, hurting yourself, was far worse. he had taken one look at the angry slashes, and his heart had dropped, a dull ache forming in the center of his chest. the pain had been so intense, it was as if someone had punched a hole through his ribcage, reached into his chest cavity, and torn out the very organ that pumped his blood, leaving behind an empty, gaping wound. the agony had been immense, overwhelming, the intensity so great, it had robbed him of his breath, the sensation so all-consuming, it was as if someone had plunged him into ice water, the frigid temperature seeping into his bones, the freezing chill making him shiver. the tears had spilled over, the hot liquid pouring down his cheeks, a waterfall of sorrow and regret, his anguish apparent. he had wrapped his arms around you, his hold firm, almost suffocating. his hands had wandered, tracing the edges of the cuts, his fingertips ghosting over the marks, as if he was trying to erase them.

usually, his emotions would be kept under wraps, a cool, placid mask covering his true feelings. but in that moment, the walls he'd carefully constructed had crumbled, the barrier falling apart, the facade of indifference fading. his emotions had bubbled to the surface, spilling over, his anger and frustration manifesting itself, his fury not directed to you, but rather the ones who had caused the hurt, the people who had put you through such pain, inflicted so much damage on you, the ones who had driven you to this point, pushed you over the edge, until you'd felt you had no other option. he had felt helpless, hopeless, the sensation of impotence an unfamiliar one. he had wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands around their throats, choke the life out of them, watch as the light faded from their eyes, their last breath escaping their lungs. those thoughts soon faded as he came to a realisation that that was not what you needed. instead, he focused on the present, the here and now, the reality of the situation. he knew that you had needed comfort, a shoulder to cry on, someone to talk to, a pair of open arms, and a listening ear. and he was more than happy to fill that role for you.

you had broken down, the weight of the situation, the stress of keeping everything inside finally becoming too much. you had clung to him, your fingers clutching the front of his shirt, your face buried in his chest, the tears flowing freely, the droplets soaking into the fabric, dampening his skin. he had held you, his embrace strong, almost suffocating. but the sensation was welcome. the pressure was grounding, the feeling of being wrapped in his arms providing a sense of security, an anchor, something solid, tangible, a reminder that this was real, that someone, even if that someone was him, cared. his touch had been gentle, the pads of his fingers caressing your back, tracing the notches of your spine, the action a soothing rhythm, a slow, steady pace.

that night had changed things. it had shifted the dynamic, the atmosphere of your relationship. it had opened the door, paved the way for something more, a different type of intimacy. that night, the two of you had shared a bed. you had curled up in his embrace, his body spooning yours, his arms encircling your frame, his hand resting on your stomach, the flat of his palm pressing into the swell of your abdomen. you usually despised the close proximity with him, recoiled when he would try to hold your hand or kiss your cheek, shied away from his touch, the feeling of his hands on your skin, his thought of his lips against yours making you cringe. but the events of that night had changed that. the walls you had built, the barrier that separated the two of you, had slowly started to chip away, the cracks in the facade growing bigger, the damage becoming more noticeable, the flaws and weaknesses in your resolve becoming more apparent. you had realised that, while he had his flaws, his obsession a driving factor in his actions, there was no doubt about the fact that he genuinely cared about you. and that was enough.

so when he had come to you the next night, and the one after that, and the one after that, you hadn't said anything, hadn't told him to leave, hadn't made any moves to push him away, or rejected him. sure, he had a habit of creeping around, his sudden appearance startling you, causing you to jump, but you had gotten used to the sound of his voice, the cadence of his footsteps, the pattern of his breathing. now, his presence had become a comfort, a source of stability, a constant in the chaos. he had become an important part of your life, and, in all honesty, you wouldn't have it any other way.