#dsmp yandere

[jirolcvr]

Could you write yandere sapnap and he plots and knows the reader will be at this party and kidnaps her and takes her home and could you add some nsfw in there somehow

Party ( Sapnap ) ( MCYT )

( Pairing ) : Yandere!Sapnap x Fem!Reader

( Summary ) : Sapnap knows where you're going tonight, and he intends to take you all for himself. Once you're his, escape seems useless.

( Genre / Warnings ) : Kidnapping, stalking, obsessive behaviours, alcohol and drugs, attempted rape (very small mentions), reader gives in really fast

( Notes ) : This one is really messed up, so please read at your own discretion. I'm happy to be writing again and hopefully I can get more imagines out. Enjoy <3

Sapnap is very observant, believe it or not. He can tell people's emotions and what they're thinking very easily. Though, being how young he is, he tends to not use this skill wisely. But when it comes to you; he's practically a genius. He knows every small detail about you. He's studied you, gotten Clay to hack into your Instagram account, even gone as far as to watch you from your window.

But Sapnap's delusional mind didn't see that as creepy or even wrong; you belonged to him, so he could do whatever he wanted.

Sapnap had heard of that college party you were going to. He had seen messages between you and your friends about it. Clay always told him that he couldn't let opportunity's pass him by, and this was a perfect example of that.

He wanted you all to himself. He didn't want your ridiculous friends and pestering family near you anymore. You didn't need anyone else but him.

It was 10 pm on a Saturday, the sky was clear and the temperature was high. It was the perfect night for a party, and for his plan to go into action.

The house was full of people, so Sapnap could fit right in with everyone. His eyes scanned the groups of intoxicated young adults, but he couldn't find you. Most men his age would find all the women at the party perfect for a hookup, their tight dresses, well painted faces, and high stiletto heels. But Sapnap barely spared a glance at them, even when one of them came up to him.

"Hey there~" Sapnap heard a female voice beside him, as well as a hand on his forearm. "I heard there were some empty rooms upstairs, if you're interested."

Sapnap rolled his eyes at the woman, who practically radiated the scent of alcohol and weed. "Get the hell off of me." He muttered, pushing the girl away. He had no interest in girls that weren't you.

The girl scoffed and walked away, probably off to seduce another guy. Sapnap walked further into the house, until he reached the rather large living room. His eyes scanned the room once more and finally landed on a group of around three people; one of them was you. His mouth practically watered at your outfit.

You wore a tight red dress with spaghetti straps, thin black tights that covered your gorgeous legs, and a pair of black heels. Your hair was done beautifully, more beautifully than usual; if that was even possible. Your makeup skills definitely paid off, because damn, you were painted for the Gods.

Sapnap noticed the red solo cup filled with alcohol and smiled; you being drunk would make this so much easier. The man approached you as calmly as he could, though his heart was pounding at a million miles a minute.

"Mind if I steal her away?" He asked your friend, who was also very drunk. "I'll take care of her."

Your friend giggled and lightly pushed you towards him. "Told you you were getting some tonight, girl!" She said, "Don't wreck her too much."

You looked slightly confused at what was happening, but in your intoxicated state, there wasn't much you could do about it. You stood up and Sapnap immediately grabbed your hand, walking you away from your friends.

"The rooms are the other way..." You mumbled as Sapnap dragged you away, dropping your cup in the process.

"We're gonna go to my house, okay?" Sapnap said, opening the front door and pulling you out of the house.

"Mmmm, don't wanna..." You moaned, though your body was too tired to fight. You tried to pull your body away from the man, but Sapnap tightened his grip on you.

He opened up his car door and helped you inside, before going over to his own side and getting inside. He started up the car and was about to drive away, when you stopped him.

Though you were drunk, there were alarms going through your head that this was a bad idea. They bounced throughout your mind and made your headache worse. "On second thought, I think I wanna go back inside..."

Your hand reached for the door handle, but Sapnap quickly locked it. Your head snapped towards him, fear evident in your eyes. "You aren't leaving me, Y/N."

Your heart stopped. "How do you know my name?"

Sapnap began to laugh, a horrible, sickening laugh. "God, I can't believe I got away with it." He said, "I've been watching you for months, just waiting for this moment."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you desperately tried to open the door, but it was no use. Sapnap's hand leaned over to rest on your thigh, slowly rising up further. You knew what was about to happen, so you tried with all your might to push his hand off of you. This only made him stronger.

Broken sobs left your lips. You didn't want this to happen here, you didn't want it at all. Especially not in a car. You sobbed and suddenly shouted, "WAIT!"

Sapnap seemed to be shocked and his hand froze, just barely ghosting your sensitive area. You shook in fear, but you tried your best to be calm. "Let's not do this here... Um, you- you can take me home and do it there..."

Hearing the word "home" leave your lips made Sapnap beyond happy. You already considered it home? Just for extra measure, you latched onto his arm and rested your head on it, trying to keep the tears inside.

"We can do that, baby. Whatever you want." Sapnap said, suddenly sounding a lot calmer. He leaned down and pressed a long kiss to your lips, before backing out of the house's driveway.

You kept your head on his arm, closing your eyes and imagining you were anywhere other than here. Maybe your friends would notice you hadn't come home and remember the man's face, then the police would find you and you'd be safe.

"You're gonna love Texas, honey." Sapnap said dreamily, "You can meet my Mom eventually too, if you want."

Your eyes widened. Texas?! You had assumed he lived here, since he had been watching you for so long. But Texas was far away... was there any chance at all that they'd find him?

Tears began to leave your eyes as you realized you probably weren't escaping from him, and if you did, you might not make it out alive. He was stronger than you were, smarter than you were; you hadn't even made it to Texas yet and you had given up on escape.

Maybe it was for the best.

[ikeavrouw]

Yan!C!Fundy x GN!Reader

Summary: Just as always, you’re walking through the park to clear your mind from the stress that work brings you. When you’re doing this, however, you quickly find a sobbing young adult sitting by the lake in the park, trying to hide away from anybody else. And you, the good-hearted person you are, can’t help but sit down with him to see if you can offer your aid in any way, unaware of the feelings this mere action sparks. 

Genre: Comfort, angst

Words: 3.9K

Warnings: Obsessive behaviour, (mentions of) stalking, unhealthy relationship with parents, hint of age gap between c!Fundy and reader.

Pronouns: you/yours, they/them

Request: [YES]/[NO]

AU: More Realistic AU (Or however I should call this)

Enjoy!

By the Lakeside

The sun shines through the leaves of the trees, lighting the grass on the ground beautifully. The alluring melodies of the birds only calm you more, giving you the much needed distraction from life. 

You’ve always liked wandering through nature, so living close to the best park in your region, has always been a nice addition to your current living space. 

With your hands in the pockets of your pants, you breathe in the pure fall air, the dark clouds above you only letting the sun through as it’s already predicting the rain that will fall soon. You do realize that it’s a lot more lonely to walk around here ever after you always had a partner to work with, but your solitude is welcoming as well. 

While you keep wandering, your mind trailing off as well, rain drops already start falling down when you approach the lake that will forever hold a place in your heart. It’s very usual for you to come here. What is not usual, however, is the sound of sobbing coming with it. 

Curiosity and empathy taking over your heart, you come closer to the source of the crying, where you quickly find a young adult sitting with his knees up to his face, hiding the tears that are flowing down his cheeks. There’s such a familiar image to see, yet you don’t dare to think of the day you sat in this same spot, hoping for someone to save you. 

The boy, who you assume to be at least ten years younger than you are, is not aware of your presence at first, until you walk away from the original path to sit next to him in the bushes, almost hidden away from the world as well. The breaking branches catch his attention as his head snaps upwards, his eyes widening as he looks at you suspiciously. 

“Who are you?” he stutters, trying to wipe away the tears quickly in the hopes that you didn’t see him crying. He’s not someone who wants people to know he’s upset enough to let the tears leave his eyes, after all. Living with a neglectful, narcissistic father and an emotionally absent, alcoholic mother does that to you. Fundy’s entire life, he’s been told to just suck it up. And thus, that’s all he’s been doing. The only moments he’s ever cried, has been the moments he was alone. Whether he was sitting in his room or in the nearby park at the lake, where nobody has ever bothered him: he’s always done it alone. 

So, seeing a stranger come to him while he’s letting it all go for once, is quite new to him, to say the least. And in a way, it’s also giving him an anxiety he doesn’t recognize. 

“The name’s Y/N,” you say with a gentle smile as you hold out your hand for him to shake. When you see that he doesn’t trust you enough - which, in your opinion, only makes sense and you cannot judge him for whatsoever - you put it in your pocket again as you tilt your head at him. “I heard you crying, so I thought I’d check up on you.”

Fundy looks at you, a stranger, with expected suspicion in his eyes. You sit a bit further away from him, assuming that he's feeling uncomfortable with you being so close already, but it instead seems to offend him. He doesn't admit it though. "Fundy."

"Hm?"

"Fundy. My name is Fundy." Fundy wipes away some more of his tears and you nod at him with another faint smile.

"Pleasure meeting you Fundy. Do you come here often? You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, by the way!"

Fundy looks away from your friendly eyes. "Sometimes. Why?"

"Just asking," you say with a shrug. For a short moment, the two of you sit there in silence, until you continue. "Do you want to talk about what upset you? We don't have to, but if it's bothering you, you can tell me. I might be a mere stranger, but telling someone may help." You're not asking for his life story, of course, but to Fundy, it does seem like a burden to just tell you what makes him feel so shitty. After all, what are you getting out of this?

"Just my dad being a dick," he lets out a sigh as he looks away. "I recently moved out and he's making a big fucking deal about it." Much to his parents' dismay, he got hired at a bakery of a family member's friend he met at university. Sure, he could be doing something with his education, but he has no passion for law whatsoever. Now, he isn't passionate about baking either, but it does piss his parents off, so it is good for something. Only problem is that now that he's moved out, his father insists on visiting him and just spending time with him, something he's refused to do when Fundy was an actual child, always prioritising his job in politics over his own son.

"Parents can be a lot, can't they?" you laugh and Fundy shakes his head right away.

"That's the thing. Never has Dad paid any attention to me, but now I'm leaving, he suddenly wants to be a father. And honestly, my mother isn't any better. She's trying to change my mind too, but she's being less fake about it, at least."

"Damn, I'm sorry to hear that. I first assumed you were still in your teenager rebellious phase, or something," you joke, lightening the mood just like you attempted to do and Fundy growls, although it's not meant in a hostile way whatsoever.

"I'm in my 20s, I'm not a child anymore."

"Yeah, my bad," you laugh and Fundy smiles to himself, although he doesn't dare showing this. Fundy is still looking at you through the corners of his eyes, while you continue speaking. "You want to know something? I used to come here a lot as well, whenever I just needed to stand back and think. When I was younger, I had a couple of arguments with a friend of mine. They were honestly quite childish and neither of us were brave enough to admit we just had some problems we couldn't really deal with, if that makes sense. So, whenever we had an argument like that, I'd do the same as you: I came here and cried my eyes out. And yes, I was a teenager and a young one at that, but age doesn't really say anything, since I might as well have been an adult. Only thing is that once we both resolved those problems, or rather when I discovered that he had a hard time at home, I felt bad for him, you know?"

"What did you do after that?"

"I made it obvious that my anger issues weren't meant for him, whenever I actually hurt him in one way or another. Now that I think of it, I suppose my age did matter in this case, since I was still open to learning and growing. Or at least, a lot more than older people nowadays are." As much as your comment is meant to be taken as a joke, Fundy can find some truth in it.

"What are you trying to tell me with that?" Fundy asks, looking over at the helpful stranger that is you, and you chuckle.

"It's okay to cry and be upset, but don't let it consume you, I suppose. Life is full of surprises. I mean, that friend I used to argue with? I'm still besties with him now. One time I cried here, when I was just a little younger than you, after the death of a family member, and I met an amazing person who ended up becoming a lot more than I thought we would ever become, especially since she first was a simple stranger as well, just like me." As soon as you say that, Fundy starts repeating the words in his mind as he already starts overthinking them. The rain starts pouring down now, the sounds filling his ears and being a little too loud to his liking. You seem to notice this. As you let out a small laugh, Fundy looks away from you and you put your hand on his shoulder. It's a careful movement, probably a hesitant one as well, and you apologize softly. "What about we bring you home, huh? I have an umbrella, you can borrow it if you want to."

And there it is again. That kindness. That welcoming sweetness he hasn't seen in anyone else up till now. "Why?" he asks, almost stuttering. "Why are you doing this? What are you getting out of this?"

You look confusedly at him, surprised by the uncertainty in his voice as you're already standing up, knowing you'll get your hands dirty in the mud if you stay there for too long. "I don't think I'm getting anything out of this," you comment nonchalantly, shrugging as you already opening your umbrella, holding it above your and Fundy's head, who's still sitting in the leaves. "I mean, if God wants to reward me, I'll accept anything in cash, but I'm pretty sure that's not the case."

"I don't understand."

"You don't have to understand. Come on, stand up, before your pants get all wet and muddy." You hold out your hand for him to take, unaware of the butterflies that emerge in his stomach, and he takes it so you can help him up. "I'll just give you the umbrella, by the way. Need a shower anyway."

"You can come with me, if you want to," Fundy mumbles, avoiding eye contact and you look at him surprisedly.

"You sure? I'm okay with it, but my house isn't far from here. And I don't have the time to stay or anything, so I really don't want to make you feel obligated to invite me or something."

"No, it's okay, really."

So, after this interaction, you and Fundy walk towards his house so you can make sure he gets home safely. The entire walk to his destination, he glances at you curiously, analyzing every single detail of your face. There's a comfort to find in your eyes which he cannot explain. There's love that you are able to give; all the love that he's missed throughout his life. The love and care that his parents should've given him, but they didn't have the time nor will to even give him as much as a smile.

And you did this with no problem.

It's something Fundy doesn't think he'll ever understand, and he's too nervous to admit it to you. He's scared he'll drive you away if he tells you about the quiet feelings he's developed for a stranger, feelings which he's never genuinely felt for someone before. Maybe at school, but never this strong. Never this present. Never this loud.

"It seems like this is where our paths part, Fundy," you say with a grateful smile on your face. "It was nice meeting you. I hope your family won't be too... bothersome. May you have a prosperous and good life."

"We can stay in contact, though, can't we?" Fundy asks, thinking of reasons that could give him the opportunity to see you again, but you just laugh at that.

"I'd love to, but it's unlikely I'll actually be able to keep talking to you and whatnot. And I think that you'll also lead a busy life once you've found the job of your dreams. That, and I think that it's smarter to find friends that are closer to your age." Fundy tries to convince you, but you seem to have made up your mind. With a sigh, you put your hand in your pocket and give him a card with your name on it, along with an e-mail address. "Here. If you really need to talk to me, you can send a mail to my professional e-mail address. But please, only when it's really necessary, okay?"

"Thank you," Fundy says, disappointed, but still proud to have more of your personal information.

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The sound of the water cooking overpowers the talking of Fundy's parents in the living room, who are discussing the, according to them, 'surprising' change in both Fundy's behaviour and taste. Fundy is actually glad to have the ability to drown out their voices, already being exhausted enough without their presence. But here they are.

"I didn't know you were this much into literature, Fundy," his father shouts, the only time Fundy has ever heard him raise his voice to say something positive. "Who is this Y/N L/N, if I may ask?"

"They're a writer, Wilbur," Fundy's mother already answers before even allowing Fundy to process his father's words. "Apparently, they've helped Mr. Schlatt out with coming up with arguments for some of his debates."

"And you like this Y/N and their stories?" Wilbur asks, his forced sweetness being obvious to Fundy. After the young adult puts some tea in the cups and carries it to the living room, avoiding his parents' eyes, he hums. "You support Schlatt too?"

Fundy shrugs. "I prefer staying out of politics, actually," he states, sitting down in the couch with his own drink. Sally scoffs and Wilbur simply lets out a sigh.

"That's not at all like your father," she simply comments, taking a sip of her drink while reading through some of the pages of one of the books you've published, before going to the last page to get some more information on you.

"Writing books is more like a part-time job they have," Fundy explains plainly. "That's not what they make most of their money with."

"I assume that they're not involved in any politics either?" Wilbur asks with a raised eyebrow and Fundy shakes his head. "Of course not. Quite a shame. Maybe I would've had the pleasure to have a debate with them."

"Well, Schlatt is one of their closest friends, so," Fundy starts, but he's quickly interrupted by his mother.

"How's your job going?" Fundy falls silent. He hasn't told them yet. He hasn't told them yet about how he got fired due to his lack of decent work. According to his boss, he'd always get distracted or get too late or come too tiredly.

"You've made too many mistakes, Fundy," his boss had told him. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to let you go until you've pulled yourself back together again." Even if his words were meant at first, after Fundy's anger outburst towards him, he knew that he could never come back. Niki, the friend who also happened to be related to his boss, explained how Fundy gave the man a broken nose, which was pretty serious. She said that the likeliness of him ever working there again was close to non-existent, but that she could look for a better job soon, if he wanted to. Fundy refused, however. Maybe it was the realization that no matter how many jobs he'd find, he'd always fail. You are on his mind 24/7, after all, and he's find something that he can do without failing, which is being there for you, even without your knowledge.

But that's nothing with which he can make money, so he just hopes he can get some financial support of his parents when he needs it. "I got fired."

While Sally's neutral facial expression falls to that of disappointment, Wilbur just bursts out laughing. "I told you you shouldn't have chosen that career path? They don't appreciate the people with our intellect and intelligence there, son. It's way better to go for a job that fits your personality more."

"I'm not going to join politics, Dad," he mumbles and Wilbur simply rolls his eyes with a grin. Their parents keep talking with him, pretending as if they've always had a close relationship, but Fundy can't ignore the distance that he feels between him and them. The emptiness he feels when talking to them. An emptiness which he can fill, if only he had the guts to go to the person who made him actually feel loved.

When his parents finally leave again, he locks the door and feels tears pushing against his eyes, but he keeps them in. He really doesn't want to cry today. No, not now. Today is a special day, after all. It's been a month since he met you, an event which both led to a possible escape and unexpected tragedies.

He goes upstairs where he grabs his notebook, which is filled with all kinds of things related to you. There are photos he found on the internet, the card with your contact info, information he found online, etc. He knows your exact age, along with your birthday, but unfortunately he hasn't been able to discover as much as he wanted to.

One of the first things that upsets him quite, is that he cannot find too personal information about you. He has no idea where you went to school or who you live with, only that you have a pet of whom you make photos and put on a private account online, which he follows. He also knows you're pretty close with the politician J. Schlatt, who is in a relationship with Quackity, so it's unlikely that you've ever been more than friends with that drunk. Besides that, he has very little information on your friends and acquaintances. He is, however, pretty sure you also know Niki, since she mentioned you once.

Second problem which he had quickly come across, was the lack of information when it came to contacting you. He only found your professional email address over and over, but he has mailed it before and hasn't gotten any answer yet. When you didn't answer the next day, he sent another one and another one and that's how it kept going. Just telling you about his day, or about how he wants to meet up sometime: he tries everything, yet you seem to be unavailable. He has even thought of returning to the park and crying his eyes out in the hope you would appear, but he hasn't found the courage yet to do that.

That's when his phone buzzes. Hopeful, he opens the social media app of which it came, smiling when he sees that you posted another picture of your pet. This time, however, it's something way more useful.

Your street. Fundy can see your street in the background.

Screenshotting the photo immediately, he zooms into the sign that tells every person to pass it what the name of the street is, and thanks to his knowledge of the place he lives in, he immediately knows what street you live in.

Looking through his window, he sees that it's already gotten dark outside. So, with his heart beating in his chest, he makes a decision. A decision which he will not be able to back down from.

He'll go to your house.

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It's not hard to tell which house belongs to you, thanks to the familiar animal lying behind the closed curtains and seeing Fundy approach already. Fundy, however, makes sure to stay out of sight. Having put his hoodie over his head, the darkness hides his face, so he is safe to jump over the fences to your backyard, which will shield him away from the rest of the world as well.

The curtains to your backyard are not entirely closed as the light goes through it, showing three happy people sitting on the couch and having dinner. Fundy gets close to the window, but makes sure to watch out, having the luck of not being in any of the people's sight. He recognizes you without even trying, but the other two women are tricky at first. The one, he discovers to be a well-known therapist, while the other's face he cannot see, thanks to her back being turned to him. After some closer looking, though, he identifies the stranger to be Niki.

Hold up, you and Niki are actually friends?

Fundy watches as the three of you finish the food and once the therapist stands up to put the plates away, he lowers to the ground to make sure he doesn't get seen. When the shadow of the woman covers the ground and gets smaller, telling him that she's returning to the table, he dares looking through the window again.

Sitting up right, he looks closely, seeing that she's carrying a box with some food inside. Is it cake? Why do they have cake? Fundy knows that it's not your birthday and it can't be Niki's either, but it wouldn't make sense for the therapist to be the one carrying the delicious food if it was hers either. What are you celebrating?

He can hear your laughs through the window regularly, and it's quite easy to tell yours apart from the giggles of the other two people present. After all, your laugh is the one that makes his body feel all warm inside, while neither of them can make him feel anything at all. When he concentrates enough, he can even hear your voices.

"To this special day of Y/N, Niki and Puffy! May we..." Puffy. Yes, that name sounds familiar. That's the therapist.

His mind wandering off, he doesn't understand what she's saying, so the least he can do is assume that they're pretty close friends. But close friends don't look at each other like that, right? They don't hold hands the way they do. Every gesture of theirs, every kiss on the cheek: it's something that he can only wish you did to him. But still, he's lying to himself, trying to get himself to believe that these people are just your friends.

But he can't do that any longer, when it's your voice that overpowers theirs. "We've known each other for so long already and I could not be more grateful for you two, so I first want to thank you for being in my life." The two women hold each other's hand when you say that, before looking at you, allowing you to continue. "Which is why I want to officially put a label on what we have, also to the public." You can see how much happiness these words give Puffy and Niki, but you are unaware of the shattering heart of a certain young adult.

Fundy watches as you sit down on one knee, clearing your throat uncertainly. "Puffy, Niki. Will the two of you marry me?"

That one sentence. That one sentence hurts Fundy more than his parents ever could have. Puffy's and Niki's happy cheers are drowned out by the high-pitched sound that fills his ears. Tears leave his eyes as he stands up with shaking legs, running out of the yard and tripping over something. Although he manages to get himself up after this mistake, it does not go unseen and unheard, unlike his sorrow.

Shot in a panic and overflown by emotion, he runs and runs. The tears in his eyes blind his sight and he quickly picks up the scent of rain and nature. He has entered the park. Still running, he approaches the lake, where he jumps into the bushes by the lakeside, at the exact same place where he was sitting when he first met you. And there, he sits down, crying and sobbing and doing everything he did that day.

Except now, there is no one to save him.

[its-simpbur]

Arg~ I'm always here~ even if you can’t see me~

[mynameisnotsoda]

I keep forgetting i can still crosspost here so ermm art dump while im waiting for an order I'm delivering lmao

[yawnzzznnn]

Can you do a yandere quackity alphabet pls chupapi mew manure 😍😍😍❤️

♚Quackity yandere alphabet♚

♚Special thanks too: the dumb ass who requested this, Quackity

♚Note: legit my first time ever writing for quackity....

♚TW: yandere themes : toxic relationship : mentally ill Quackity : obsession : possessiveness : death : mentions of murder : cursing : dark themes : brief mention of suicide :

♚DISCLAIMER: do not read this if you are uncomfortable with yandere themes I have other works you can read or if your into kpop/kdramas don't hate on this no one is forcing you to read this if you are sensitive don't read this THIS IS ALL A WORK OF FICTION DO NOT ATTEMPT ANYTHING YOU READ IN THIS POST if someone is doing some of this stuff to you contact the police immediately DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 16!!!

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A - allowing (how allowing are they?)

I feel like he's not as though as others would be, so he'll allow you to go outside, but he has to be there as well.

B - blackmail (did they blackmail there s/o?)

No he didn't, in his eyes your fragile, almost baby like, he didn't wanna do anything to harm you.

C - carving (do they carve there name into you? And where?)

No he doesn't, no matter how pissed he is at you, he refuses to harm you in anyway.

D - Dangerous (how dangerous are they?)

On the danger scale Quackity is about a 6, he's not super dangerous but he can be.

E - Exposed (How vulnerable are they when it comes to their s/o?)

Once he knows you're not going anywhere, he'll be more sensitive and, talk about personal things and, seek comfort in you.

F - favorite (there favorite place on there s/o)

Probably your hair....he loves playing with your hair.

G - Game (are they using there s/o as a pass time?)

Absolutely not, you're too fragile for that.

H - Hell (what's the worse they've done to there s/o?)

even tho, not as extreme as other yandere's would do, the worst he's done is lock you in a room for a week.

I - Ideals (what's there future plans with there s/o?)

Probably to keep you with him as long as possible, he doesn't want kids, he feels you won't be able to make it through child birth.

J - Jealousy (how jealous are they?)

On the jealousy scale he's about a 7, like he gets jealous and will kill the other person but once he sees you he forgets everything.

K - Killing (how many times will they kill for there s/o)

As many times as it takes.

L - Love (how in love are they?)

Head over heels in love with you, he fell in love with you the first time he saw you.

M - (how messy are they?)

He's very clean when he does his killings, he doesn't want you to find old blood.

N - No (what will they not allow there s/o to do?)

Go anywhere without him, it's his main rule.

O - Obsession (how obsessed are they?)

On the obsession scale he's about a 9, he does have pictures of you all over his walls. (not just the bedroom)

P - Possession (how possessive are they of there s/o?)

He'll let you wear what you want and, hang out with whoever, just don't break a rule and you'll be fine.

Q - Quit (if there s/o dies would they find someone else?)

If you die he dies.

R - Regret (do they feel guilty for the things they've done?)

When he sees you cry over something he's done, then he will remorse for the things he's done, but other than that nope.

S - Stamina (how long will they put up with there s/o acting up?)

Not long at all, the second you start acting up he'll put you in your place.

T - Tears (how do they feel about seeing their s/o scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?)

He hurts more than you, once he sees you doing anything of the sorts, he'll stop everything immediately.

U - Unique (would they do anything different from the classic yandere?)

Other than letting you actually have a life that's not revolved around him, not really.

V - Vice (what weakness do they have for there s/o?)

When you get emotional, he can't stand it, unless its a good kind of emotional.

W - Wit’s end (would they ever hurt their s/o?)

Physically? No, Mentally? Absolutely.

X - Xoanon (To what length would they go to win their s/o over)

He'll go as far to change himself, physical appearance included.

Y - Yandere (what kind of Yandere are they?)

He's laid back, he allows you freedom, but as I mentioned, he always has to be around you.

Z - Zzz (Do they sleep around there s/o?)

Of course! He wanted to prove to you, he's completely normal and nothing wrong or messed up is going on in his head.

[dsmp-enthusiast]

Imagine:

YANDERE SBI

+ Sibling!reader

It's only the characters, not the content creators!

Like I said in my yandere benchtrio post, Tommy will definetly try to guilt trip you but not as much when you're his sibling.

He'll just annoy you into doing what he wants most of the time.

And I can see Tommy bringing you into his chaotic habits, Philza does not approve most times tho so you gotta stay sneaky.(or Tommy will annoy you the next weeks and cling to you, no matter what.)

Tommy probably doesn't even know how wrong his obsession is, if someone tells him he'll just ignore it and try to forget it.

I can imagine that Philza wants you to belive nothing is wrong, trying to manipulate you into thinking that's normal in a family, but he doesn't want to overdo it.

Philza wants you to stay with the family, he wants you to accept him and your siblings, but he doesn't want any of them to get too obsessed since he knows it wouldn't end well for anyone.

He's self aware, he doesn't want anything bad to happen.

While Philza is self aware and tries to calm his obsession and your brother's obsession, Techno is also aware but he just distances himself from you once he realized what's happening.

He just wants to keep you save, that's what he'll tell himself when he thinks of you and his protectiveness, he knows when to stop.

Or he hopes he knows when he's hould stop.

Techno knows this family is fucked up, he doesn't really do anything to calm the situation nor does he try to feed into the obsession.

He'll try to keep distance from you, try.

But Techno eventually will fail, either because of the voices or because Philza is worried you'll think one of your brothers hate you, or both.

Techno would know it's wrong, but as long as you listen to him and the others, he doesn't have to take any dramatic measures.

There is a high chance Wilbur knows what he does is wrong, depending on the time we're in, but he straight up ignores it, he doesn't care as long as you stay near.

Wilbur probably also will become quite moody when you're not near, but will calm down once he sees you again.

He's only one to actually hurt you, not badly tho, if you're trying to get away once realizing the situation, the others will also judge him and probably take you from him as punishment when he lashes out.

Sorry if I misspelled anything, I accidentally cut part of my finger and it hurts to typne rn.

[quackoree]

Quackity Oneshots/Headcannons

-HIIII, request anything, i made this to cure my boredom so ill most likely do ur request

-i only write female readers sorry⚠️😭

-I write oneshots or headcannons for quackity, below r some ideas u can request.

• Fluff☁️

• Yandere🔪

• Smut🍋

• Angst💔

anything to cure my boredom and keep me busy

-If you want anything to be specific in the story tell me in the request, also specify if you want quackity, c!quackity, or q!quackity.

(DSMP, QSMP)

-dont be scared to request anything, i need requests pls😭

[mcytnoodles]

No more "put c!tommy in hermitcraft". Cowards. Fools. Put yhs grian in the dream smp.

[bugwz]

hi guys i went a little insane and drew connections to smps. this is the multiverse. there are more but i do not want to add more.

[theredflagsjustlooklikeflags]

Discipline (Yandere! C! Dream X Reader)

TW: toxic relationships, delusional mindset and yanderes

Dream was irritated. It was a long day. He had to deal with the problem child, Tommyinnit and his patience was becoming thinner by the minuete.

At least, he’d be back to his beloved soon. As Dream was making his way through the woods, he fantized what his return to the cottage would be like.

The masked man would slowly knock on the door twice. Then, (Reader) would swing it open, sporting a glowing smile. Dream’s face would immediately light up when he sees their contagious grin.

After, (Reader )would wrap their arms around his neck while he gently grabs onto their hips. He would take off his mask and then the two would then close the space between them.

He was knocked out of his delusions when he spotted (Reader) standing at the door with their desperately grasping the bottom of their shirt. Their gaze was fixed to the ground.

The man shook his head. What the hell where they doing out out of the cottage? He told them they weren’t allowed to step foot outside unless he was there. (Reader) was far to fragile.

He approached them in a hurry. His boots echoing on the ground. (Reader)’s head shot up.

Anger was present in their eyes. Why are they angry. He should be the one that’s angry. Dream should be enraged. How dare they disobey him, after everything he’s done for them.

His eyes narrowed as he towered over them.

“Dream.” (Reader) spoke as they stalked up to him with an intense glared present on their face. “Wh-“

“Get back inside.” He whispered in a tone so calm that it was eerie.

“No.” They stood their ground. He then leaned down and whispered

“(Reader), I’ll only say it once. Get your ass back in the cottage or their will be consequences.” He scolded them like one would a child.

“Fuck you.”

Dream’s lips formed a little smirk at their words. This was gonna be good. He thought he needed a break after dealing with To my, but maybe he truly craved was this.

“What did you say?” He said this while slowly advancing towards them.

(Reader)’s rage quickly morphed into fear as they backed up back inside the house.

Once he was in the house, Dream tore off his mask. He then, locked the door.

People needed discipline to stay discipline. Whether that be someone like Tommy or someone like (Reader). Dream needed to teach them. He needed to teach the world that no one talks back to him.

No one.

@haannaa1 @aspengracek-twitchtv

[vespertineneon]

Yandere C!Quackity x Hybrid!Reader HCs

Summary: Reader has unkempt wings, so Quackity decides to preen em for ya! GN reader!

CW: None I think. Correct me if I’m wrong!

You have a beautiful pair of glistening white wings

Well they WERE glistening and beautiful.

The time you’ve spent in captivity of Las Nevadas, they’ve become a bit dirty. Unkempt. Plus, they’ve been clipped to keep you from flying away.

It was painful for Quackity to do that to you, considering he’s an avian himself, but he convinced himself that it was necessary

You had been so focussed on not fucking up that you barely even noticed when your wings started to feel uncomfortably dirty.

And Quackity himself only really noticed when you brought it up to him.

But when you did, he immediately got on your case about it.

“Why are they so… Prime, Y/N have you not been preening?”

You said you hadn’t really had the time or energy to. And you didn’t wanna bother him, so you tried to brush it off, saying you’ll get to it.

He rolled his eyes at that, grabbing you by the hand and leading you outside. A place you hadn’t been in a while. It was nice to breathe fresh air for once.

He sat you down a deck, sitting behind you.

This man started preening your wings for you. You tried to protest at first, but after the first few pinfeathers were taken off?

You relaxed into the touch.

And Quackity was overjoyed. He didn’t show it though.

He LOVED that you felt comfortable with him like this.

Which is kinda a rare occasion.

Quackity loved seeing the process, and seeing how nice your wings looked afterwards

He noticed he’ll have to clip them again sometime soon, but he didn’t wanna ruin the moment.

Overall, he’d 10/10 do it again. Probably won’t let you preen em yourself. (Not like you weren’t doing that in the first place)

This will become a routine thing.

[fancypantsy]

Hii welcome I wanna be your first few requests Can I get a yandere quackity please again no pressure

I feel like yandere quackity would try his best not to seem so toxic but obviously would kinda fail because the slightest thing would set him off, he wouldn't let you chose what to wear and if you do he has to approve it, he wouldn't let you leave the house without him and when you're out you have to be very close to him, he probably would put a bunch of parent controls on you're phone (like when your parent would give you their old phone that doesn't really do anything but they still give it to you to make you happy), if he got mad at you he would non stop scream in your face then just walks away and would ignore you for like a day or two until you apologize for what ever you did; I don't think he would ever get physical but he would threaten to be and if he did anything to mean he would get you a bunch of gifts to make it up to you.

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OMG when I saw I got a request this morning I was giggling and kicking my feet! Also I had to watch my sister so I couldn't respond earlier ❤️

[wimbledonsoot]

Hello! If your requests are closed and not really writing for the Dsmp right now then feel free to ignore it! Could you possibly make C!Tommyinnit with a mother reader? Where the reader is really being like a yandere towards Tommy because he's like her own son, Also the reader is the "Queen of the God's and goddesses" Where the reader is the strongest person on the Dsmp, stronger than DreamXD, Dream and even Technoblade :D

HELLO PERSON

this seems hella cool, but it is my first time writing yandere stuff so i might not be so good at it :)

NOTES - i did this in headcanon form (like via bullet points, because then i don't have to write and edit proper sentences lol, but there is a storyline and plot) - also, the first chapter of 'The Fall' is out, go read it!

(requests are 100% open - go ahead!)

sbi x reader

trigger warnings: mentions of drugging, drugging via magic, swords, and kidnapping (yandere behaviour)

this is dark, so i'm rating this as mature

summary: you can't let the mortals take your son away, can you?

let me start by saying that tommy suspects nothing

we've seen in the c!dsmp how easily he's manipulated, and the same goes here

and you use that to your advantage

a couple honey-sweet words here, a threat there

tommy's yours in days

and if he was the only thing protecting himself, you'd be fine

the issue is that the SBI won't let you take him away that easily

thinking you're just another mortal with bad intentions, they start by confronting you (read: attempting to intimidate you)

tommy's not feeling well, you tell them, when they ask where he is, you're taking care of him; making sure he gets better

they think you're lying, but what they don't know is that the herbs you've been slipping into his meals work well

they've made him forget

yet you've aided that process too, with your magic

when they demand to see him, when techno pulls out his orphan obliterator and threatens violence, that's when you reveal your true form

all it takes is a flash of a sigil - your symbol - and philza's stumbling backwards

he's horrified

because this means that you - queen of the gods - have decided to take tommy, and that they cannot do anything

they're bound to your will, after all

after that, there's little they can do but... fall to your charms too

soon enough you've got a family of gods living in your palace, and none of them remember a thing

[trademarkdraws]

hello homos

[yalitzax]

hii ♥️ is it ok if i request a yandere quackity where you have escaped and during this he catches you talking to one of your old friends?? i would like to see him jealous lolll 😭😭

𖤐 𓈒࣪ ᭡ ˖ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑? 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 . . . 𝐘𝐄𝐒

𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 . . . 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 , 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 , 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 , 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 , 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐄𝐂𝐓???

!! 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐀𝐔. 𝐈𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 !!

❝𝐌𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌. 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈’𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍!

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“Its okay (name)! We will just report this too the police, okay? Your in safe hands’’ the male reassured, his hands gently stroking your hair while whispering sweet nothings, promising too keep you safe while ugly sobs errupted from out of your mouth, clinging onto him desperately.

❪♡︎❫‎ ‎‏‏‏‏‎‏‏‎ ╰┈➤ Livid , disappointed , enraged , bewildered. All these emotions swirled in his mind, breaking his barrier of sanity. Was you actually fucking serious? After all the things he done for you, you ripped him off just for this random ass dude!

❪♡︎❫‎ ‎‏‏‏‏‎‏‏‎ ╰┈➤ You broke through the layers of his iron clad it, remaking it with love and affection for you just to be torn apart again? But those feelings would never disappear. And he knew it.

❪♡︎❫‎ ‎‏‏‏‏‎‏‏‎ ╰┈➤ To be honest, he doesn't even know how you escaped. He locked the doors and windows , had security cameras , guards and everything!

❪♡︎❫‎ ‎‏‏‏‏‎‏‏‎ ╰┈➤ The best conclusion he came up with is that you waited for the guards to fall asleep or tricked them into thinking an intruder was breaking in and possibly hid a bobby pin inside your hair and legged it.

❪♡︎❫‎ ‎‏‏‏‏‎‏‏‎ ╰┈➤ Your his, property isn't meant to run away! He killed people he loved , didn't know , your friends & family, and now you treat him with disrespect?!

❪♡︎❫‎ ‎‏‏‏‏‎‏‏‎ ╰┈➤ It made no sense! but that doesn't matter now, getting you back was the only thing on his mind (maybe also eliminating the current dude hugging you tightly while whispering how it will be all okay)

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . This is shit asf sorry 💀 I low-key dislike this one

⌗ 𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙𝐀𝐗! 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋

[monarchteen]

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