#oc yandere

[dr3c0mix]

My Lovely Melody

Yandere!Rockstar x GN!Reader

CW: yandere is a playboy before he meets reader, suggestive (creepy) thoughts, minor obsessive behaviour

🎸 Axel's been in many relationships with both men and women alike, but all of his little flings felt nothing more than that, just flings.

🎸 And he was content with it, I mean being a famous rockstar meant lots of people wanting a chance with you and he indulged in that fact.

🎸 He could sleep with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and he wouldn't have to deal with the commitment that comes with dating or any of that messy stuff.

🎸 So why the hell can't stop thinking about you ?!?!?!!

🎸 He scratched his head trying to make sense of it, his messy hair getting even more ruffled as he tries to get the image of your smile out of his head.

🎸 You were in a miscellaneous store full of alt clothing, trinkets and various other stuff when he walked in with his bandmates.

🎸 It was fairly normal when he came in the store. It was dim with some random punk song playing faintly in the background. His friends started exploring, looking at the graphic t-shirts and mugs shaped like skulls and the like.

🎸 He got a bit bored and wandered to the other side of the store. It had posters, candles and..who's that?

🎸 There you were, staring longingly at a plush toy sitting on one of the shelves, just standing there.

🎸 He didn't think much of it, probably just some person baked out of their mind. "Hey buddy, you doin' good?"

🎸 You snap out of your gaze and look at the big hulking man in front of you. You stutter out an apology and explain your little misfortune.

🎸 "So you want this..toy...but you can't afford it..?" He raises a brow at you as you nod, making him chuckle.

🎸 He thought for a moment, looking at the stuffed creature, well it wouldn't hurt to buy it for you, he's pretty well off from all the gigs and concerts he's been in so...

🎸 "How 'bout I buy this thing for ya then? But you owe me~" He winks, thinking he could score some quick sex for being such a 'gentleman'

🎸 But no, instead of a blush or a knowing smirk, you just looked at him with the widest, most innocent eyes he's ever seen, you were practically shaking with joy as he said it.

🎸 You thanked him profusely before listing off things you could do in return, treating him to some food, buying something for him in return, plain paying him back..he was a bit surprised.

🎸 "O-oh...uhm that was a joke heheh, y-you don't have to do all that babe..." He blushes.

🎸 The two of you head to the cashier, his friends spying from behind the aisles as his gaze is locked on the little ball of cuteness beside him.

🎸 Seriously? Did you even know who he was? This has never happened before...most of the time, he would pay for someone's drink or something and they'd be on his dick in seconds, but you, you were so..different...it felt nice..

🎸 You didn't even get it in a bag, you immediately took the plush after it was paid and hugged it close.

🎸 so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute!!!

🎸 "Hey uh..so me and my buds are in a band and uhm..wanna maybe..watch our next gig?" He asks nervously, he's never been so shy towards anyone!!

🎸 You agree, thinking it's the least you could do for what he did for you.

🎸 You take out your phone, Axel can't help but grin at the case, it was cute, like you~..

🎸 "Here's my number if..you need it.." You smile at him, that smile..that damn cute smile...you had his heart wrapped around your finger at this point.

🎸 "Th-thanks sugar..I'll see you there.." He smiles back as you part ways, he heads back to his friends who were bombarding him with questions as he watches you skip out of the store with your new little soft friend.

🎸 That night, he was getting ready for the show when he got a message notification and sees that you sent a picture of the show from one of the seats with some text "Good luck out there!"

🎸 His face was on fire as he realized you were there, he peeks out in the crowd and there you were, your little plush toy in tow.

🎸 You look so out of place from the people in spiky jewelry and dark outfits, you were just in a hoodie and baggy pants, albeit the hoodie had a MCR design on it, but you can tell it was very soft compared to the rest of the audience.

🎸 Finally it was time for the show to begin and it was the most passionate he's been in a while, it seemed as if the words he was singing were dedicated to you and you alone.

🎸 The little glances at you made you giddy, like a friend seeing their bestie perform, you were cheering excitedly for him, not in a fangirly way, but one of genuine support and amazement.

🎸 After the performance, Axel tried finding you, but the crowd was too big and he assumed you must have left already.

🎸 Wait..why is he being so buddy buddy with you? You just met today! It's not like you two were best friends or anything!

🎸 He tried dismissing the thought of you, tried distracting himself by flirting with other people, but he could only think about you, and making you smile like that again..

🎸 no no no! get out of my head!

🎸 Maybe a little fling can ease his mind?

🎸 Even on his bed with some random girl after show, he can still think of you.

🎸 Would your skin be as soft? or maybe softer? How would your hair smell? He bets your moans would sound delicious..

🎸 shit FUCK!!

🎸 Even after his one night stand, he kept thinking of you

🎸 He stares at your messages, you sent a lot of pictures of your plush toy doing goofy things to him, so cute..so silly...he can't help but smile.

🎸 He decides to look you up on social media and..

🎸 Wait a minute...you make music too?

yep this was a bit short but idk man i love making you guys suffer <3 stay tuned for part 2 (i am actually out of ideas guys please request me please please ple-)

[gutghost]

Imagine you get cheated on...BUT- the cheater turns kinda...yandere?

It felt like an awful nightmare. Bile rising in your throat as you looked at your lover - the person who you loved through their highest and their lowest, the person who you invested blood sweat and tears into, the person you promised yourself to - undoubtedly pressing their lips to another person's. It took a hot minute before you tried to step back, only for you to bump into the doorway, causing a loud thump. The two looked at you, one with horror, the other with confusion. It took you no time to turn around and make a run for it. A hiccup making its way out of your throat as you felt a sob start to shake through your body.

It's been afew months, well. More then few months since that incident, and safe to say you have been doing...fine. not great, but fine. You've decided to collect your things while your lover was away from the house, your friends and family helping you out as you found a new place to live. It was bare bones, considering you didn't take the shared couch, or tv, dressers, not even bed. But it was yours, and you've been getting by. You'd like to think you've gotten stronger.

That was until odd things started happening around your apartment. Things were being moved, shit you know you wouldn't misplace. Your clothes were going missing, much to your dismay. You barely had any, so to lose even one shirt was frustrating. Then roses started appearing in vases in your home. Seeing as actual items were showing up you decided to call the police, and when it seemed that the window to your bedroom was broken, seemingly from an outside force, they told you to invest in better security as they kept a look out.

Which is why you were going to the store so late at night, I mean, what could go wrong?

bad decision, you later decided as you looked at the scene infront of you. Your throat tight, bile rising, just like that night, the night you lost your true love. In front of you was your lover - now ex - looming disheveled, gasping for air as their voice broke, a small, unnerving, almost crazed look, crossing their features.

"My love, my everything, oh please-"

"Dont."

Your lip trembles as you step back, your look of surprise quickly turning into that of anger. They had no right to call out to you with such fondness, not after what they put you through. The pain and suffering, all due to the person who swore to love you.

A look of hurt crossed their face at the sight of you backing away from them, as if you kicked a puppy. The idea sickened you. Quick to try and close the space once more as they struggled to walk straight they would stumble forward. Their voice trembling as they fell to their knees, a whimper coming from them as they scrambled to grab at your sweatpants.

"Please - my love I beg of you, I know what i did was sin, I know - I've never been more sick in the mind then i was that night, oh I was so stupid, thinking I could ever so much as THINK of another woman! Even more so after wards, how could I think I could ever live without you??? You! Oh precious you, the sun only shines when you are near. Those next few weeks were torture my dear, I've never wanted anything more then to RIP MY SKIN OFF WHEN I REALIZED MY MISDEEDS."

Their insane rambling continued as you tried to shove them off, tears starting to stream down their gaunt cheeks. Had they been eating? You wondered as you tried to get them off you.

"I'm...i'm better now though! I've never been thinking clearer, I came to a realization life isn't worth living without you! But by then- you...- you had already left, I tore through that house to try and find you but you had already been far gone. I asked your family, your friends - but all of them simply turned me away, your LOVER - isn't that what I am? I am, aren't i?? They should've...they-"

You couldn't listen to this anymore. A disgusted feeling filling your gut. What did you ever see in them?? You quickly shoved them away, a small gasp coming from them as you stepped away, your ex lover falling backwards onto the sidewalk. A look so firey resting on your face it could rival the heat from the depths of hell.

"You lost that right. You lost it the moment you took that person into your arms, the moment you brought them into our home, the moment you pressed your lips against theirs."

They seemed dumbfounded, sobs starting to wash over their body as they tried to sputter out apologies. But you had none of it.

"Did you get a kick out of it? Seeing me suffer? Seeing me jealous as you placed your hands on that person's? Your lips on them? When i left did you just go right back to kissing on them? Fucking them??"

You spat at them, your ex lover crying their heart out as they struggled to breath. Whether it be from guilt or heart break you weren't sure. They shook their head as they continued to cry, trying once again to reach out to you, to hold onto you for that comfort you once so readily gave them. But you stepped back, putting space between you once more. A scoff coming from you as you did so

"Baby please don't do this to me, please please please-"

Their voice wavered heavily. Some part of you, the part buried deep down in your heart, ached at the sight of them so broken down. They looked ill, both mentally and physically. But what done was done. You quickly turned on your heels as you made your way home. Your ex lovers cries filling the street as he urged you to come back, to not leave him. To not abandon him.

Maybe some sick part of you felt good that you left them a blubbering mess, after all. They rept what they sown, did they not?

Little did you know, oh how blissfully unaware you were. They were gonna get you back, one way or another. They will have you back in their arms, with all those roses they left in your apartment in pretty vases all over your newly bought home in the woods, far from everyone.

They will have you be their's again.

that corpse that once used to be their side piece left rotting under the concrete of their basement proves it.

[idanceuntilidie]

Hii! Can i request yan cheater with male reader? I really like your writing, and I also love you sm! Have a nice day 💗💗💗💗

Thank you so much I'm gonna cry, I love you too!! Sorry if this is wonky, today was a very exhausting day for me mentally. I hope you enjoy anyway <3 come again :D i made the cheater male I hope you don't mind--

Yandere Cheater x M!Reader

Requests are open

TW: yandere behaviours, breaking and enetering, slightly digusting parts including human hair and organs.

Ciaran was quite special. Very handsome, always surrounded by people. You aren’t sure if being with him was a blessing or a curse.

He swore he was yours only, but you can’t help but feel hurt when he is flirting with someone right in front of you. There are also times where his phone blows with notifications from different people. It hurt, your heart felt like it was shattering just to be put back and destroyed again.

But the last straw was when you got a message from one of his lovers, they got a moment ofweakness, they felt bad and spilled everything out in a long message. The cherry on top were screenshots and photos of them kissing each other.

You were sure this time your heart just ceases to exist. You cried a lot that day, not ready to face Ciaran. You packed his things and left them outside of the door.

It baffled him how you would leave him just like that, it was just a small misunderstanding. It was, he thinks, just one time thing. You got just oh so boring he couldn’t take it anymore. He still loves you! He really does.

He missed your smile, your smell, how beautiful you looked in the rising sun when you just woke up. His heart squeezes in his chest. Another night spent waiting by your door, you won’t let him in of course, but he just likes to sit there, happily humming when he sees you through your windows. It became a routine, you never called the cops on him, which means you still must like him. Hope burned in his chest, and slowly the obsession for you began.

And he will get his little boyfriend back. You don’t feel safe in your house anymore, Ciarian gave up on sitting outside of your house yes, but now you can’t stop receiving messages and calls from random numbers.

Sometimes the caller breathes, silently stuttering your name, sometimes even moaning. Calling you his little pretty boy and shit. It made your stomach twist. You called the police many times, but at this point they just don’t believe you because of your lack of evidence. Lazy bastards. You also began receiving gifts, your favorite food, drinks, clothes that fit you perfectly. There was well, one time where your friend was over and one of these gifts appeared, with a card attached to it. A box of chocolates.

You were very tired that day, barely keeping yourself awake, you told your friend to take it. They accepted gladly, and began to eat while you went to the kitchen to make some coffee for you and them, that's when you heard a shriek and gagging sounds. You ran to your friend and saw them pulling hair out of their mouth, there was some skin attached to it. Your friend threw up soon after.

So, after that incident their gifts landed in trash. You feared what you might find out in them next. You don’t feel safe here, but you don’t have enough money to move. So like a rational person, you took another shift. The less you are home the better. It turns out you were wrong.

You came back in the middle of the night, you were practically falling asleep while standing up. You took off your shoes and headed to the kitchen for a sip of water so you can head to bed. When you turned on the light you froze in place. A beautifully wrapped heart shaped box sat on the counter waiting. You swallowed, body moving on your own. The gifts never appeared inside of your house. Hell, they are getting bolder with each gift. As you got closer to the box, a foul smell filled your senses. It was sweet, a little fruity.  Your shaking hands hovered over the opening of the box, carefully lifting up the lid.

Your scream echoed through the house, as you fell down to the floor. Inside of the box was a human heart, carefully placed and surrounded by your favourite flowers.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and a warm breath on your cheek.

Ciaran.

Your breath hitched, you didn’t dare to move as his bloody hands wrapped around your shaking form.

“Did you like my gift? Only the best for my boyfriend, do you forgive me now? Look how much I have done for you.” He kissed your cheek.

“I forgive you for kicking me out, I’m a better man after all of this has ended you know? Now we can be together forever.”

[myeagleexpert]

𝕸𝖞 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

Yandere ex bad boy x reader When a former bad boy gets out of prison and finds you, the light of his life, he decides he would never let you go again.

cw: delusional yandere, creppy, clingy, no use of yn, reader is stressed and doesn't love yandere but is with him just because he's a stress reliever, the straight-laced girl gets involved with an ex badboy, use of pet names “princess , love”, stalking, insecurity, thoughts of getting married, beginning of a relationship, religious themes at the beginning (youth meeting), very soft at the beginning because the longer you stay together the more he develops an obsession.

"I will marry you". You would be grateful to hear this from a long-term relationship….but hearing this on the first day of your first official relationship?? Who would have the audacity to ask you that??

Marc, your new boyfriend. He is of average height, with shaved hair and thin. You met him by inviting him to a youth meeting at your church, and since he wanted to embrace his new good guy phase, he clearly went. And it wouldn't take long for you to regret that decision.

Marc is strangely strange, like a criminal in interrogation, already anticipating the argument he would have with the lawyer. He has an anxious look on his face every time you meet, and the pressure he has placed on his shoulders to be the “perfect boyfriend” requires him to be honest with you. Everyone knows and feels that pleasant and cozy atmosphere when a couple gets to know each other more and more, opening up little by little, leaving themselves vulnerable to the person their heart burns so much but…. I don't want to ruin this phase, but… he opened up about his past and it totally changed your image of him. How messing with delinquent people influenced him, how he left his family and ran away from home, how his other two serious relationships were toxic and abusive and hurt him psychologically, how he spent time in jail when they caught him with drugs , how he abandoned the will to live….

Until he met you and everything changed.

“You are the light of my life” “I only see my future by your side”

Of all the years he appeared in your life, he appeared just when you were killing yourself studying for a place at the college of your dreams! How much sacrifice! So much pressure! So much stress! The year you followed an intense study routine and practically isolated yourself from the world to study was the year he appeared…as a distraction.

You were so stressed that you needed a distraction on your side. After all, you need to live your youth too, don’t you? It won't be anything serious, you don't have time for that princess, it will just be a momentary relief, just a little flig.

Not if it's up to him.

In fact, you "met" in high school, from different classes, he uses and insists on this argument every time you say that you haven't known each other long enough. "But we never spoke….". "But we talked through our eyes!" You swear you can count on the fingers of your left hand how many times you've actually seen him.

Upon leaving the cold and degrading prison and feeling completely lost, he prayed to the heavens about what direction to ask for in life and coincidentally your profile appeared on his Instagram!

"As soon as I saw your profile, I knew you were different and would change my life" he tells the story of how he met his precious girlfriend for the millionth time, with the same dreamy sigh as always.

He spent 8 months just observing you, what you like and what you don't like, following you, your friends and family on all social networks, he discovered your favorite books and read each one of them trying to be the one you admire most, he discovered where you buy your favorite perfumes and bought the ones you liked the most, to know how you felt and all that… thrown out the window. Because every time Marc looks at you, he forgets everything, the world goes blank and his focus is absolutely you.

He forgets the beautiful words he thought when he was going home, he forgets the way the heartthrob in his book convinced the girl to give him an innocent kiss on the cheek, or how he rehearsed in the mirror how to hold her hand and kiss her without looking so awkward, Marc forget that he has to breathe to continue living but frankly he prefers to be in your air, breathe your oxygen. He also forgets that he had other relationships and shouldn't be so nervous around you.

“Then I said-…hey, I can feel your gaze from here.” “Am I staring at you a lot?? Aah sorry, you’re so beautiful that I couldn’t resist.” he says while kissing your cheek and interrupting anything that would come out of your mouth.

Marc desires to be a devoted follower of his goddess, you. But most of the time it fails miserably. He is in such a trance that he forgets everything and even though the eyes of a passionate puppy that he looks at you with seem cute, you are not guilty of feeling offended. He forgets your favorite place to go out, he forgets your favorite snack, he forgets that sweets make you feel calmer in tpm, he forgets that you canceled a date and gets sulky afterwards blaming you, he forgets that you have bigger goals clear and more important than him and most importantly, he forgets that you have a life before him and whenever you mention an ex-boyfriend he's like "What do you mean you had a boyfriend before me? Who is he? Why did they break up?" So that I don't make the same mistakes he did so that I find him and threaten him to never even look at him again.

and for you so I can make you feel guilty for still having his contact so it's just me and you in the world

Marc is strangely strange, have you ever seen a bear hiding behind a lamp post? So is his jealousy. His blood boils every time you mention a name that isn't his, his body screams mine mine mine, to possessively squeeze your waist and his mouth kisses you until the princess's stressed little head forgets that useless name what you just said after all, I'm the one next to you and I bet he can't make you feel good like I do but…. he hides it well, sometimes, when he forces it. But it's so fking hard to disguise it!

"I met a friend of mine today" "Friend, what friend? A man?" "Then he said- "But wait, love - sorry to interrupt you - since when and where have you known him?" Wasn't this friend of yours on his list where he came from? "I met him in my first year of high school, love, he moved away after that, and I met him again now" " And you hugged him? "Of course, like I do with everyone-" "whyyyyyy?" “Marc he’s my friend and-” “And do you remember his name?”- He asked something simple but that had a strong and heavy meaning behind it.

the name. the name is something so simple but so important, isn’t it?

In a random dawn, he realized that the little princess didn't remember people's names very well and when asked, you replied “They're not important to me, just some extras interacting with me” and while you sleepy laughed at theory made on the spot, his heart squeezed as he remembered that you often forgot his name too.

I'm not so important that you remember my name?

In a random dawn, you told him that you had had other relationships before him, but you never felt anything for them, so you ended it and left and forgot about them. Others, which were hidden and you did crazy things in love for them, regretted them and never saw them again. And that he was your first official boyfriend, the first you took home, the first you took to meet your parents and family, the first you took to your hiding place in the house. He. But as quickly as pride filled his heart, his mind fed the uncertainties and insecurities that keep him awake at night.

Would you live love adventures with him too? Would you regret loving him? Do you have feelings for him or is it a one-sided relationship? Would you forget about him? Would you trade it for one night? Would you… leave?

Marc is so strangely strange that he sometimes blurts out strange and chilling phrases every time you try to subtly open his eyes about the relationship, and in his head they are sweet and romantic, passionate and sincere declarations always sealing the promise with kisses and hugs that are increasingly hard and possessive, but they are red signs in your eyes that something is wrong.

“I don’t know if I could handle that either.” You said as you casually gossiped about a breakup between a couple you saw on the internet, without realizing it Marc's eyes darkened when he heard the word breakup "Listen, if we broke up I…"

"Baby, you know that if it's up to me, we'll never breakup, right?" With a determined look, Marc pulled you onto his lap

"Of course, dear, but if what you did…"

"I would come to your house, take you and lock you away from the world. Because if that's the case, you would never leave me."

"Whoa boy, a little bird wasn't meant to be trapped." When you felt the sincerity of Marc's words, you tried to leave your dear boyfriend's lap, demonstrating that you were serious about the matter, this fact did not go unnoticed by him as he smiled at you and with hearts in his eyes, he kissed you madly until you was breathless and again and again and again….he put you in a bridal carry position, pressing you against his chest with such force that it left you sore

"So i cut the bird's wings and we stay together, love, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. We will never break up, remember what I told you? Let's get married, my beautiful darling."

[obsessedarlings]

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.

Your Guardian Angel has been corrupted by you.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄:

— (Y/N) — , He sighs deeply as his emotions fluctuate wildly within him — My sweet little dove, — In a low voice mixed with tenderness and dangerous seduction — I've cared for you deeply ever since I first saw you. You've become an irresistible part of my life, and... yes, it pains me to admit it... But I believe that over the course of time, love has grown between us. However... — His tone darkens slightly — You must understand that love cannot corrupt this sacred bond we share in this world; any other expression of affection beyond caring for your welfare may jeopardize your purity and my divinity.

𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍:

— (Y/N) ... I might be crossing the line between what is acceptable and healthy, but I feel an overwhelming sense of responsibility towards you. It's my job to care for you and protect you from anything that threatens your purity and safety. Your well-being has become something sacred to me, and it hurts whenever I think about anything causing harm to you. My feelings towards protecting you might come off as obsession, but in essence, all my actions are guided by nothing but genuine care for my charge.

𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓

Nahuel stiffens, hearing her question as a cold sweat runs down his skin, the voice shaking slightly. — Yes... It's my own corruption and sin — He finally manages to speak, while staring at (Y/N) with a mix of hate and desire in his eyes. — You'll pay for this! I won't let myself become demonic for your sake...— And without more warnings, he grabs her roughly by the neck and pulls her closer forcing their faces close together before kissing her forcefully. The taste of saliva is mingled between them, marking the beginning of an encounter neither expected but where one's lust can no longer be denied or suppressed..

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

— Of course, dirty temptress. You're my soul to corrupt now and I won't spare you — Says Nahuel darkly as he grabs her tightly around the waist pulling her against him while he devours her lips in a cruel and passionate kiss that left (Y/N) stunned.

(Y/N) can see the confusion and darkness inside Nahuel's once bright eyes; it scares her, she knows that she somehow provoked such a drastic change but has no idea how to handle it or stop this transformation. Her heart beats faster against her ribcage as she tries to process everything that's happening around her while standing frozen by fear. She wants Nahuel back to who he was before everything changed but fears causing any more harm; she wishes someone could come along and put an end to this nightmare soon enough.

— I'm here to clean you, I know you have demons inside .— Says Nahuel as he takes (Y/N) by force and carries her towards his sanctuary. — You will be purified now. — With rage and lust in his voice, — Stay there! — And he forces her roughly onto a comfortable mattress with silk sheets. — No matter how much you fight it, I will purify your filthy soul.— The guardian angel undresses her slowly while murmuring some soft words meant for protection that do not sound like incantations at all. (Y/N) writhes silently trying to defend herself from the assault but she is no match for Nahuel who eventually overwhelms her entirely. His hands caressing every part of her naked flesh igniting flames deep within him making him crave more skin contact with the temptress that lays before him defenselessly bound under his power.

[wordsbymae]

Saviour Complex- goddess!Reader x Warrior

Plot: Reader is a young goddess, still yet to come into her full power. The patron goddess of innocence and compassion, she resides deep within the forest, caring for any lost souls who come her way. Destruction finds its way to her lands, as the Emperor's men flood the forest, tasked with cutting down anyone who refuses to denounce their heathen ways. One warrior finds the reader's temple, and tasks himself with 'saving' the reader from herself.

TW: Loosely based on posiden and medusa, which if you know is a trigger warning all on its on, SA, Implied non/con, talks of religion and religious genocide. Neither the warrior's or reader's religions (so to speak) are actual practised or once practiced religions. They are completely made up. Sexual talk. This fic is from the warrior's point of view so very much misogynistic, ignorant, and him being a dick. Also breeding is mentioned (a few times, opps) I see the warrior as Pedro Pascal as Pero Trovar

Notes: This was meant to be priestess reader but I liked this idea better. Enjoy!

He would hardly call the temple before him a temple. It was nothing more than some stones and arches pilled together, hidden under the canopy of a great oak. It was not as old as the other temples he and his comrades had pulled down. The other's, older and more grand than the one in front of him, were infested by savage heathens. They had been dozens of them milling around the great stone pillars. Some leaving tokens of good faith, other's seeming to be in constant service to their wild gods.

This land he found himself in was not under the watchful gaze of the Eye. Nor were they subjects of the Emperor. Instead they worshipped petty gods and goddesses, born from mortal parent's, given gifts of power from Mother Wild. The gifts given depended on their actions as growing gods. Raised as mortals until their 20th nameday, when Mother Wild gives them her final gift, immortality. At least, immortality to a point.

They age as mortals do, but the hands of time pass ever slowly by. As they watch their family and friends grow grey and old, only days have the wild gods aged. It is said that they can one day grow old, grey and tired, succumbing to death as all living things do. But none had ever yet to reach such an age. Gods were able to be killed but it took strength and numbers to do so, and the sword of Caleen, the first wild god ever born. Caleen's own blood had been mixed with the metal, creating a sword capable of penetrating through the gifts given to them. The sword, gifted to him by the Emperor, lay dormant in its sheath by the warrior's side. It was the only method known to truly kill a wild god.

Until then, the only way to defeat a god without the sword was to force them to act in a way that went against their patronage. Salios, once god of law and order, had his gifts ripped from him by Mother Wild, when he unjustly killed an innocent man. Without his gifts, age and sickness came for him thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of years before he should have perished as a god. Yet such an act had not occurred for hundreds of years, least of all forced by human hand. So these wild gods reigned over their forgotten wood, almighty in power and reverence.

It was heresy.

These 'almighty' beings were nothing but demons, given unholy power by the forces of darkness. Born human, yet corrupted by power. It was unnatural, it was all that went against the teachings of the Eye. Humans were sinful creatures, and the more power one had, the more corrupted they became.

The warrior grimaced as he walked up to the temple. A stupid move if he was being honest. He was here alone after being separated from his battalion. But he needed a place to shelter the coming storm, the air thick with the scent of rain. He would rather face a barbarian than freeze in the wilderness. The temple seemed to be empty, no worshippers leaving offers or priests caring after the god. It was quiet and lonesome. Yet strangely welcoming. He could feel warmth emerging from inside the temple, the scent of delicate florals dancing through the air.

He hesitated at the threshold of the temple, it was clean and well looked after. The walls were lined with soft candlelight, and murals of prancing deer and maidens dancing through the woods. A statue of a woman stood silent in the middle, bathed in dark sunlight by a round hole in the roof. The statue was covered in crowns of flowers. Some placed on her bowed head, others hooked onto her arms as they reach outwards, palms facing towards the sky. Gifts of pearls, lilies and feathers of pure white were placed delicately at the foot of the statue.

He did not care to learn these savage gods names. There were hundreds of them, some more powerful than others. Some given patronage over small, worthless things. He had laughed for hours when he discovered that there was a patron god of footprints. Whoever this temple was erected for, was loved yes, but not revered.

The warrior walks deeper into the temple, becoming enveloped in a sense of peace and compassion at the care given to this little goddess. He grunts in frustration, these stupid gods and their stupid 'gifts'. When he and his brothers in arms desecrated the patron god of fear's temple, the battle was nearly lost as they nearly fell to the wild gods powers. Fear racing through their ranks. Just being in the presence of a god was enough for their powers to linger in the air, effecting a mortal humans thoughts and feelings.

This little goddess must still be here.

Rain began to fall from the heavens, it came down with a fury. Yet, the rain that fell through the hole came down in fat, gentle drops upon the statue of the goddess. Water drippled down her stone face, the warrior had to admit this little goddess was quite the beauty. If her statue was anything to go by. He walks deeper into the sanctuary, closer towards the statue. He stops just in front of her image, breathing in deeper at what he can only imagine is her scent, sweet yet comforting, there was an earthiness to it too. He reaches out to caress the stone cheek of his little goddess. What a pretty thing she was.

He kneels to take in the sight of the gifts offered to her. There were the pearls, feathers and lilies he had seen before. But now he could see spools of white wool, wrapped in ribbon, and carvings of hearts, flowers and dozens of names circling the statue.

Lightly touching the most prominent of the carved names, he allowed himself a grin. He had found the wild goddess of innocence and compassion.

He had found you.

You were the youngest of the gods, only decades since you were gifted your immortality. Yet, you had quickly become beloved by your worshippers. The patron goddess of innocence and compassion, you resided deep within the forgotten woods, caring for the animals of the forest and any travellers who crossed your path. It is said that only those in needing of help or guidance, and children looking for a home could find you. The delicate smell of flowers leading the way to your temple. The names carved upon the stone at your feet were those you had cared for over the years. Travellers lost and afraid. Children without parents or care. Women hiding from vengeful men. And men scarred by life itself. All found their way to you, to your compassionate and pure hands.

You were the last of the major gods that the warrior and his men were yet to find. Your brothers and sisters before you had fallen. Some had run like cowards leaving their temples, and their followers, to burn into the night. Others, slaughtered by his hand. Time may only harm the wild gods so much, but Caleen's sword is a deadlier foe than time itself. It filled him with joy remembering plunging Caleen's own sword into the first wild god's heart. He was the first of the wild gods and as such he was the first to fall.

The warrior stood to his full height quickly as soft footsteps made their way through the temple. They came to a stop, the owner hidden by darkness still.

Outside the storm raged on.

"That you little goddess?" the warrior jested, hand coming to rest lazily on his sword's pummel. He stepped around the statue, giving a slight kick at a doll that was laid carefully at its feet.

The sound of hesitant shuffling could be heard. His little goddess was nervous.

"May I see your face, dear one? I have come a long, long way to find you. I wish not to leave this place without seeing your face, it would break this poor soldiers heart" he pouted in fake hurt, creeping towards you as a wolf moves closer to its prey.

"Who are you?" you ask, voice calm and strong. Yet, he could sense fear in your words.

"Just a poor soldier, a lost traveller if you will. Seeking the care and compassion of your grace" he answers, bowing slightly. He toys with his pummel, he had a feeling he would not need to draw it this day.

"Are you hurt?" you plead, taking a closer step towards him, your sense of empathy and compassion shinning through.

The warrior saw his chance, and he was going to take it.

"Not physically your grace, but I have not yet broken my fast or had a drop of water in days." he furrows his brow, grimacing and holding his stomach with his free hand.

"Oh! Your poor thing!" you exclaim, rushing forward to meet him. Once in the light, the warrior damned the creator of the sculpture for failing to capture your beauty. The statue was nothing in comparison to you. Your hair was thick and healthy, framing your face perfectly. Your skin soft and supple. Lips dewy and oh so kissable.

Your were the most beautiful woman he had seen in his entire life.

And here you were, all his for the taking. You were dressed as a goddess deemed fit, perfectly tailored and fetchingly so. But all he could think about was ripping it from you in a daze of lust. You rushed up to him and guided him deeper into your temple. He only realised that the temple was much larger than it seemed when he was outside. These wild gods and their tricks. You cooed to him the entire time. Stating there would be a warm bath and fresh fruit and clear spring water for him in his room. You hadn't even noticed his weapon, or if you had, you truly were the patron god of innocence.

He allowed you to fuss over him. Allowed you to lead him deeper into your temple, until you reached an open court yard, filled with plants of all colours and sizes, soft grass below his feet. At one end a statue of Mother Wild stood, vines and flowers blooming across her figure. In the centre of it was a beautiful flowering tree, more gifts had been left here to.

He stopped you from leading him further on, his eyes set on this tree. There was magic in its very fibre, unnatural power. He could feel it.

"Everything ok soldier?" you try, hand coming to rest on his back. He flinches at the contact, it was so soft and kind. No one had touched him with such care before.

"What is this tree?" he turns to you.

"Oh! Its a magnolia tree" you grin

"No, I know that, why is it here, and why.." he stops himself, he was going to ask you why he felt power radiating from it. "why are there gifts at its base."

You give him a soft smile, gently grabbing his hand you lead you to its base. You softly bring yourself and him to the ground. White flowers fell softly to the ground. You reached a hand out to touch the bark, closing your eyes, before reopening them to look at the warrior.

"Here, give me your hand"

Without thought he places his hand in yours.

What wicked spell have you put him under.

And why does he not care to know.

With your gentle touch on his, the warrior felt heat rise deep inside him. You placed his hand on the bark, yours overlapping his.

"Do you feel it?" you whisper, voice soft and kind.

Of course he could feel it. Pure innocence, unbridled compassion and love.

He hated it.

"This tree is an extension of myself. The day I was born, when my parent's realised who and what I was, they planted this tree. They understood that they and all those who I love would grow old, die and leave me alone. This was their way of giving me a companion. The day I received my gifts and my patronage was the day I laid my parents to rest under this tree's shadow."

He watches in silence as tears well up in your eyes.

"I hadn't even turned four and ten springs yet, when...when they attacked. They were raiders from the south. Brutes, really. My parent's told me to flee, but there were younger children, pregnant women and injured men who couldn't flee, or didn't know where to flee to. So while the warriors in my village tried the best they could to defend us. I went back and forth between this tree and the village, carrying, dragging and leading all those I could to the safety of the great oak that shadows my temple. When I went back the last time, there was nothing left. Our warriors were slain and my parents...."

You break off, tears trickling down. He feels the sudden urge to wipe them from your cheek. He lets himself have the honour of doing so, and your let yourself have the pleasure of him touching you.

"Anyway, there wasn't much else I could do, so I brought them here, buried them, and cared for the survivors the best I could. It was then I was given my gifts, for my compassion for my people and my innocence in the face of death, I was given my patronage. We rebuilt our village, and life was good. But the years after I was given my final gift, were... difficult to say the least. Watching my friends grow old, have families of their own. Then watching their children age and grow grey. I... it was difficult."

You give him a pointed stare, now turning your back onto the tree and rested upon it. He removes his hand from the bark, mirroring your actions.

"Can I tell you a secret?" you plea, eyes big and soft.

"Of course my little goddess, I will take it to my grave." he sternly replies, practically giving you his oath as a holy warrior of the Eye. You thought he was joking, jesting with you after such an emotional story. You gave him a giggle and playfully smacked his chest.

"No need for that, but thank you." you trail off, thoughts of long ago in mind. He nudges you softly, eager to learn your secret.

You look back up and him and sigh, turning off into space.

"Sometimes, when I have no one to look after, and its been months, sometimes years, even, since someone has walked through my temple's door. I wish I wasn't born a goddess. I wish I could grow old, fall in love, marry, have children of my own." you look down, playing with your hands.

The warrior was troubled, yet excitement grew. You could be saved. You wished to be without the corruption of the dark forces that ran through your very being.

"But you could start a family. I have heard tales of demigods"

"Yes, but I can't" you stress turning to him. "I am the goddess of innocence, not just compassion. To bare a child would mean I am no longer innocent, therefore my powers would be stripped from me. I would be mortal again."

You huff in frustration. Even if you were able to have a child, it would still grow old, and you would be left to bury another one of your kin below your beloved tree.

The warrior was delighted. Overjoyed, perfectly happy with this news. Some gods had gifts that were hard to strip from them. How do you make the god of footprints go against footprints? Cut off their feet? Unless....

No he's getting distracted. Here he was being given his own gift, from his god. The Eye was testing him, for sure. Allow a wild goddess to continue her wicked magic, or save the mortal within. You already told him you wished to be free of your curse, the burden placed on you the moment you were born. All he had to do was take your maidenhead. Put his seed in your womb and watch it grow. And what a fine mother you would be. You had spent decades being a mother to hundreds, so what more a burden would a few of your own be. In fact he was sure your would revile in it.

You were practically begging him to fill you with his seed, with those big, soft eyes and those curves that screamed at him to take you. He was without a wife, he would have to break you in for sure. You were a wild one of course. But with a few whelps to look after and one surely in your belly, how much could you defy him?

His cock began to stir. His eyes laden with lust. You look up at him once more, brow furrowing at his darkened eyes.

"Is everything okay soldier?" you sweetly ask, actually concerned for his wellbeing.

"Let me give you the life you want, little heathen" he begs, pushing you down onto the soft grass below the tree.

"What? No! Get off!" you plead, pushing against him. He tightens his grip on your wrists.

"Give me the honour of cleansing you of your dark powers, instead allow me to gift you the honour of carrying my seed." He growls, coming down to give you a lust filled kiss.

You bite his tongue with a vengeance, the taste of blood trickles onto your tongue.

"Mother!" you scream, turning onto your belly. Reaching for the silent statue of Mother Wild. She sat impartial, watching silent and cold. You begin to sob, as the warrior pulls your hips and ass into his crotch.

"Shh, shh little goddess, it will all be over soon. You shall be my sweet wife and you shall grow fat with my child." he comforts, his words tasting like iron on your lips.

"No!" you cry, elbowing him in the nose. You get up to run, straight towards Mother Wild, you drop in front of her and beg for her help.

"Help me Mother Wild. Please!"

You were only gifted the power of healing and other small gifts that now seem useless. What could were they against a man like this? The warrior gets up with blood streaming down his chin.

"My! The little heathen has some bite, huh" he sneers, pulling his sword from its sheath. You turn to look at him in fear, surely that was not what you think it is.

"Recognise this? I drove it through your first wild gods heart, and many more of your brother and sisters since then. I wish not to harm you little goddess, but if you do not renounce your claim to your wicked birth right, then I will be forced to kill you." He almost grins at the sight of you kneeling and afraid.

'That's it heathen, fear me, fear the holy Eye.'

You turn to Mother Wild once more, pleading and begging for protection.

Nothing happens.

You sob as you are ripped from your place by the statue and dragged back to the ground under your tree. You are pushed onto the soft grass, for a moment you forget what is happening, and you are young again, watching the sky through the leaves of your tree. Your parents are still alive, you had yet to be given your gifts, and you can kid yourself into thinking life will be like this forever. You are broken from your daze as Caleen's sword is plunged into the soft dirt by your head, and you are quickly reminded what madness you found yourself in. You stare up at the warrior in front of you, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. He kneels down onto you. His blood drools out of his mouth, dripping down his chin. His eyes are filled with lust and pride.

What an evil, wicked man.

You choke back a sob in fear of what is to happen next.

"My dear one, do not cry for the life you are renouncing, cry with joy for the life we are to create." He shushes you gently, a rough hand caressing your tear stained cheeks.

"What poetry is this, that you should lose your gift of innocence the very place it was given"

[lovezbrownies]

Yandere!Chief of Police.

Character: Grim Ludenhart, 32, male, 199 cm/ 6'5 ft.

Pretty mild tbh, not too yandere but there is a future work containing your life with him after where it will be darker hopefully. also my ass did not read through this so whatever mistakes i made please ignore them thanks!

Minors DNI!!

Word count: 1725 words.

Content warning: Lying??, obsession, stalking, abuse of power, age gap (5 years- darling: 27, Grim: 32), implications of criminal activity.

Grim isn’t one for love, even the thought of it was unappealing for a while. Up until he met you. Grim was known to be a stoic man, however stoic he can be he was still extremely approachable. Ironically, Grim doesn’t care for anyone aside from his family. Grim would be less popular if these nobles knew what he actually thought of them, due to his job as Chief of Police, he and the rest of the Board of Chiefs of Xelera are required to attend every event and ball that Queen Nia hosts. Although Grim hates Queen Nia’s events he also likes to attend other events that nobles would host and invite him. He only ever goes there to make sure unnecessarily rich bastards keep up their support of the Police, as well as to maintain a good reputation among the nobles, he needs their support for whenever someone dares threaten his position.

All in all, Grim despises the nobles he’s constantly surrounded by, including the nobles he’d publicly called his friends. Which would be why he found himself here, in a tiny bar, sitting in a tiny booth, his real friends around him, all being middle class “peasants”. He liked it here, he can be the small town boy again with these people. ‘’So he cornered me, and mind you he’s doing all of this over a cake! He goes ‘Well, Grim, good to see you! Uh, you got that cake recipe written down yet?’ Blah blah, this man wouldn’t stop yappin’ i had half a mind to smack him right then and there and tell him my ma made it for me!” A roar of laughter goes off, as the laughing dies down Grim flags down a busser working at the bar. He couldn’t see them all that clearly but who cares, he’s just going to pay and leave after all.

Well, he did care, and so did his buddies as they witnessed Grim become awestruck as he talks with the server, an attractive young thing, possibly mid twenties. “Hello! My name is Y/n, is there anything I can help you with?” They greeted the table with a warm smile, a notepad in hand, waiting to be given orders to fulfill. Grim, awestruck, sat quite for a second before collecting himself when one of the guys he’s sitting next to nudged him. ‘’Ahem, yes, can I pay my bill please? Bill’s name under Greg Hart.” Grim cringed, wishing he hadn’t made up a fake name in this bar, if only he knew there was love around the corner. ‘Ah, giving your fake name to the gorgeous busser, how absolutely romantic!’ Grim chastised himself silently.

You nodded, smile as warm as the summer sun, ‘’Alrighty, I’ll get you your bill, does anyone need anything else however?” Your pretty eyes sadly cut contact with Grim to look at the rest of the table, while Grim had been completely fixated on you, even as you left he couldn’t get his eyes off you, the way your hips move, the way you swiftly move about the tables littered around the bar, the way you lean into the bar counter, the way your head tilts as you presumably ask for a Greg Hart’s check. Grim’s train of thought was caught off as the guy next to him threw their arm around Grim. “Well, looks like Grim isn’t interested in us anymore!” The group laughs heartily and Grim chuckles in embarrassment. 

Grim’s been a regular at that particular downtown bar since he’s started Cadet School, which would be now be 14 years ago, as soon as he turned 18 he had applied and gotten accepted. And out of those 14 years, the bar only just started getting better when you started working there. Grim had studied your schedule as well as he could, what shifts you had, whether you were closing or opening on a particular day. He knows everything about you, seriously, when he went to work the next day he managed to find your information after skimming through numerous pictures of other Y/Ns who were not you. Grim isn’t a slacker, so he sent over all of your records to his personal laptop to look at when he gets back home. And oh boy did he look! Grim didn’t leave a single record unread, spending hours going through your school records, your medical records, every job you’ve had, he learnt your family’s history entirely, safe to say he unfortunately missed out on seeing you that day at the bar.

Grim doesn’t like going to the bar during the weekdays because his job has always been top priority, yet here he was, chatting you up on a tuesday, the bar mostly empty as you two talk about everything and anything that comes to mind. At some points you’d get interrupted by another patron requesting help, and when that happens Grim liked to glare at them as hard as he could, eventually most regulars learnt to ask for whatever drink they want at the bar itself. Your boss also tried to lecture you on how you’ve barely been doing your job but one look from Grim had them scurrying away. 

He hates the fact you call him ‘’Greg’’, he has been chatting with you for 4 weeks now, although it really is his fault he couldn’t come up with a way to tell you that he gave you a fake name and he is actually a fearsome chief. Don’t get me wrong he has a spectacular reputation, he makes sure to have the people’s best interest at heart, but he doesn’t exactly look friendly, a tired set of lifeless eyes paired with lips that never smile has made people fear meeting him. But that’s okay! You know him now after all, you’ve seen him smile, his eyes still look tired but at least they have light in them now! Maybe you’d be open to him if he told you the truth, maybe you’d love him more if you knew about how much power he has! So, as charmingly as he could, asked if you’d like to come home with him after your shift, you know as friends obviously!

And you, charmed and ever so slowly falling for your favorite regular you agreed to his proposal, what you didn’t expect was finding out your regular was actually a chief, and the Chief of Police no less! You did freak out a little but Gre- Grim had calmed you down, told you he liked you and liked how you acted around him, “You are so cute, why would I keep coming to the bar and talk with you only if I found you disrespectful, hm?” Grim smirked at you, moving from the stove to you, standing to your left he leaned a closer to you, you were seated on his kitchen counter while he was cooking up something, you still weren’t sure what he was making but it was probably good.

You shrug, equally leaning closer to him, “Hm, dunno maybe you wanna eat me or something?” Grim chuckled lightly, a handsome grin on his face as he stared into your eyes, and by heavens was he gorgeous. His gray eyes twinkled under the ambient lights in his kitchen, his eyebags suit him so well it was almost unfair how much they made him even more attractive. “If I wanted to eat you, I would’ve already done so, dear.~” Grim’s voice was soft and smooth, masculine and deep, and oh so alluring. His head tilted slightly to the side, causing his hair to flop as well. You’ve always had this urge to touch his hair, to run your hands through it and put it in various different hairstyles, and so taking your chances you raised your hands up off of the kitchen counter and ran your fingers through his hair. Grim leaned into you, humming he closed his eyes, he seemed so serene like this, and his hair is so soft.

You sat there for a minute or so, just appreciating the man in front of you, still caressing his hair, his eyes closed, it seemed like he was so close to purring like a kitty, “I don’t think I’d mind it if you ate me, at least I’m being eaten by someone I like.” You hummed out quietly, yet this nice moment was cut short by him snapping his eyes open, grabbing the hand caressing his hair he brought it down, a little close to his face, which right now seemed a little pinkier than usual. “Y-you like me?” Your surprise was cut short, you laughed leaning into his shoulder.

 “Of course I do! Haven’t you noticed yet? Thought you were smart sir, Chief of Police!”  Still leaning into his shoulder you turned your head to have a better look at Grim, and quite frankly seeing him this flustered after watching so many interviews and speeches with Grim being completely expressionless was pure gold. Grim was staring at you, eyes wide but not meeting your own, eyebrows straight up, cheeks pink, and mouth slightly agape. You try to take your hand back so you can caress his hair again, but his grip tightens, seemingly getting out of his trance, Grim collects himself, he looks straight into your eyes, his eyes tender with love, he smiles gingerly, though his cheeks are still pink, it seems he’s gained enough courage to speak now.

Grim shrugged your head off his shoulder, cupping your face with his free hand Grim leaned into you, your foreheads now touching. Grim stares at you, looking deep into your eyes with such love it’s making you feel all types of flustered. “I hope you know I’ve never believed in love at first sight until I saw you, I- Can I kiss you?” Grim’s soft and honeyed words have you completely wrapped around his pinkie, he has now completely captivated your heart. You smile, nodding, mentally begging him to make the move, make you his. Little did you know that the moment he captured your lips onto his own you will forever be his, never being let go, and let’s just hope you don’t find out the things he has done and will do to make sure you stay his.

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[crowwritesaway]

Yandere Male General x Female Reader

“Y/N.” He called out softly. You hummed while looking at the book that the Princess boyfriend gave you. This is so beautiful. It has scriptures and drawings of previous generations.

He looked over at you. “What’s that?” He asked, his lip curling up. He knew that the Princess boyfriend gave you that. But why? Did he like you. Did you like him? He gritted his teeth. No. He better look another way before I take his useless eyes. He doesn’t deserve to look at her. She’s mine. My oxygen. My will to live. She’s my Y/N.

“A book.” You said, flipping through the book. He bit his lip. She cares more about the book than me. Impossible. He shook his head. He walked over to your side.

“Um, is it interesting? He asked, sitting beside you. “It is.” You replied, with a smile on your face. He nodded, his suspicion was confirmed. He is a threat. He has no right to get near her. We’re never visiting this empire again.

“What do you need?” You set aside the book. He smiled again. He quickly turned his attention back on you. This is how it should be. Our focus should be on each other. No outsiders. Just us.

“I wanted to visit you.” You nodded, looking away from him. You never liked staring directly in the eye for too long. Only for confrontation. He chuckled. So cute.

“It was a farewell gift.” You said, wanting to clear up any confusion. He hummed. “Where’s my farewell gift?” You frowned. “Huh?” “That man gave you a gift. He didn’t give me one. He’s quite friendly. Don’t you think?” You pursued your lips. “He did say goodbye.” You nervously laughed. You reached over and grabbed the book.

“Goodbye.” He glared at the book. “We should go train.” He put his hand over yours. He wanted you far away from that book. “Why now?”You sighed, pouting. I don’t want to train. “Why not? As general and you as guard of the empire, we have to be prepared.” He coaxed you. You clicked your tongue. I can’t argue with that. “Fine. Let’s go.”

He moved his hand before standing up. You stood up and walked out with him to the courtyard where the rest of the guards were training. I’m gonna burn that book tonight. Her mind should only be focused on me.

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[obsessivevoidkitten]

An Unholy Attraction

Male Yandere Angel x Male Demon Reader (CW: Physical assault, non-con, psychological abuse, isolation, food deprivation, blood, kidnapping, forced relationship, general yandere themes) Word Count: 2.6k  Margaret Sewell, 89 long years old, spreading sunshine and radiance into the lives of all who knew her. A mother to five and a grandmother to many more. She passed peacefully in her sleep and she still looked as if she were merely sleeping in her casket. Her service was lovely. Beautiful floral arrangements, a lovely and heartfelt eulogy, and a coming together of a large number of people to mourn their lost family and friend. It was beautiful. An absolute all you could eat buffet of human misery. Real gourmet shit. Sure, you could pick up a meal from any depressed rando or sad bar scene, but this right here was some fancy fucking dining. You were just innocently enjoying your meal of unfettered human sorrow when suddenly everything went black. When you came to you found yourself in wholly unfamiliar surroundings. You were tied with ethereally glowing rope to a cushioned silver chair, each wrist, and ankle were bound, as well as your torso. There was a pristine silver bed with an immaculate white mattress and silver blankets and pillows. The hard floor tiles were white and silver in a checker board pattern. The walls and ceiling were white too and the light was bright and harsh. This was fucking Hell. A really bright and tacky Hell. Well, no it wasn’t, you were a proud denizen of the underworld. This was worse than Hell. Seriously, what in the great name of Belphegor happened? You struggled against your restraints trying to get free but they were leeching away your magic powers. What could possibly do that? When you found out who abducted you they were DEAD! You heard footsteps approaching the room you were stuck in. The door opened. In stepped a beautiful man, tall and elegant, emerald eyes, with hair of the finest spun silver. He wore pristine white and silver robes, the kind you would expect to find on an archmage. He carried with him an aura of grace and power. “EXCUSE THE SHIT OUT OF MY GOD DAMNED FUCK, WHO ARE YOU AND WHY AM I HERE!?! I AM (Y/N) A DIGNIFIED BEING FROM THE OTHERWORLD AND I DEMAND RELEASE!!!” You practically growled out your words, your teeth sharpening and your eyes going entirely black. You looked feral. You felt feral too. “How positively foul. But what more can be expected of an unclean parasite though? You are not a dignified being from the otherworld, you are a demon of Hell. And you should not speak unless spoken to. I am the archangel Seltrael, and you are here because I was comforting the grieving while you were feeding off and enhancing their misery.” This wasn’t really true, he rarely bothered with the affairs of humans. Certainly reducing their grief would be a lost cause, they would simply find more. He had actually just stumbled upon you and found you captivating and in his loneliness he had to have you. But you did not need to know that, better you think him noble. “Are you an idiot? Are you in possession of all the mental strength of a moldy head of dehydrated cabbage?? I was just doing what I have to to survive. Feeding off a little emotional turmoil.” You were, understandably, pissed. Sure your presence strengthened negative emotions in humans, but you weren’t out killing or making contracts for immortal souls! He walked closer and struck your face. Hard. He did not really want to do it, but he did think it was necessary. He had to make you obedient. “You need to treat me with proper respect.” The fucking lunatic held your face in his hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb, it would have been a tender gesture at someone who had just been hurt had he not been the fuckwit who had hit you. You had never met an archangel before, but rumor had it that they were all varying degrees of unhinged. They were said to be ancient, and after God vanished they apparently cracked under the pressure of their abandonment, responsibilities, and immortality. Apparently these rumors were true. You glared at him silently. “Don’t give me that look, I have taken it upon myself to train you. You should be lucky that I have deigned to care for you.” In reality he felt he was the lucky one to have found you. You would take care of his loneliness.  “What? Train? Do you think I can just go without human negativity? The only other thing we live off of is blood dipshit. Even if that was something I consumed I doubt you have any blood laying around.” Another smack, this one making you a bit dizzy for a moment. Kinda worth it to agitate him though. “You can drink mine, after you treat me with the reverence I deserve and ask nicely for it.” The grin he gave you sent chills down your spine. You, a Dignified Being of the Otherworld, who had experienced the deaths of human tragedy and the terrors of what some choose to call “Hell”. “You are a whackadoodle dipshit if you think I would lower myself to b-” He punched you so hard in your stomach that the chair almost fell. Ouch. He just stared at you as you tried to recover from his abuse. This man was completely out of his mind. Even if you did not have to beg you sure as shit did not want to consume Angelic Ichor. You had no idea how your body would react to such a thing. “Why are you trying to train me anyway?” You hissed, once more glaring at your “angelic” warden.

“I kill most demons, but you have not directly hurt anyone.” He had his hand your sore cheek again, his  finger lightly moving across your lip as his cold gaze took you in. “You can be fixed. I want to help you. But you have to want it, you have to request for my help.” This wasn’t false, he did want to help and fix you, to elevate you from parasitic feeding on humans to a mutualistic relationship with himself. You would love and admire him and keep him company and he would provide you with everything.  “Go make out with a splintered broom handle, you revolting earwax filled enema bag.” You said deadpanning. You winced as he jerked your head back harshly by one of your horns. He got right up in your face, so close you could feel his breath. “Maybe a little time alone will convince you.” He released his hold on your horn and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. How was he revolting? You’d feed from lowly humans and not him? He was your savior! The last thing he wanted was to leave you now that he had you, but he had to break you a bit to get cooperation. At first the worst part was simply boredom, he would come in for a few minutes each day, like clockwork, ask you to beg him for help and food, and then slam the door when you told him where he could shove his “help”. It was so monotonous. At least you never had to use a restroom like humans did. You flicked your tail in agitation, you counted the floor tiles, you contemplated new insults to add to that book you wanted to publish one day, “The Tome of Insulteries”. But after a week or so you were very anxious and hungry. Having not fed you were starting to go through withdrawal. Sensitivity to the lights and door slams, clammy skin, chills, tremors and even greater than usual irritability. You were beyond miserable.  “Come on (Y/N), this can all end this very moment if you just ask for my blood~” You had to willingly ask for his essence, you did not know it but it would seal a pact binding you to him for all eternity so you could never leave. “May the flesh fall from your bones and may the wolves sup well upon your marrow!!” You were not doing well, isolation was not good for you. And you were shaking. You would not starve to death, but you were still growing weaker and even though the withdrawal-like symptoms had faded you were still growing more psychologically distressed from the isolation. But you’d be damned (and you had been damned) if a little kidnapping, forced isolation, and starvation would keep you from throwing curses and insults. He left with an angry expression. Why wouldn’t you just ask for his blood. You had to be hungry! He came at the same time the next day. He walked over to you running his hands through your hair. It was nice to feel physical contact, if only it wasn’t his. “(Y/N), don’t you want to feel better? You’d never have to hurt ever again if you’ll just ask politely.” He was getting really impatient. You needed to just realize you were his already. “How about you politely suck my dick you fucking psycho!” He stared at you with an intimidating and creepy smile. You tensed up waiting for a smack that never came. Instead he undid your pants and pulled out your cock. “G-get off!” What the fuck was wrong with this guy? “I’ll get you off little demon don’t worry~” He got on his knees before you, in what almost seemed an act of worship with your crotch as his alter. He tentatively sucked each of your nuts for a few seconds before kissing them gently as he stroked your cock, it betrayed you and hardened quickly at his touch. “Seriously! Stop it! Why are you touching me.” You moved against the rope restraining you even though you knew it was useless. “You told me to politely suck your lovely cock. So I am.” He took the tip of your cock into his mouth and sucked lightly, rolling his tongue around the bell end. He lapped the tip of his tongue over your cock hole, your precum tasted divine to him (trust him, he would know). “I-it was rhetorical.” You were too tired to keep squirming so you gave up struggling, you blushed deeply at his attention. You could not help yourself as you made lewd little moans and gasps. He greatly preferred those sounds escaping your lips over the usual curses. You wanted to cry, you felt so betrayed by your reaction. He fondled your sack as he took your entire length into his warm, greedy mouth. You instinctually bucked your hips, as much as you could with your restraints, desperately seeking to shoot cum down that wonderful throat. A bit to your embarrassment, you did not last much longer and actually let out a whimper like moan as you shot into his mouth and he gulped down every drop.

“Thanks for the snack (Y/N), but you look quite famished yourself and I would not be a very good boyfriend if I let you go hungry.”

“A WHAT friend?? What the shit is this fuck? You think you’re my b-b-boyfriend!? You kidnapped, isolated, starved, and restrained me! You’re a moldy d-” He cut you off abruptly by slamming his lips into yours, kissing you deeply rather than hurting you this time. His lips were amazingly soft. You would have bit him, but you did not want to willingly put his blood in your mouth. Even if you had not verbally requested it. He broke the kiss and snapped through all your restraints, not that it mattered now. You were far too exhausted to do use any of your magic at this point. Before you could ask what he was doing he tore your clothing off, grabbed you by your horn, and dragged you across the room and pushed you on to the bed in the corner. You fell on to it on your back, you recognized his hungry gaze as lust and yearning. You did not like where this was going. “Please don’t do this. Just let me go…” You backed yourself into the corner of the bed where it met the walls. Your lip trembled, quite cutely, in his opinion. “You’re mine, and I am tired of waiting, I have given you chance after chance. I took you from your miserable parasitic life, I have taken you into my personal pocket dimension of heaven, and I have fully committed to taking care of you.” He disrobed and you could see he was all lean muscle, it looked as if he was chiseled from the whitest marble, his large cock glistened with a copious amount of precum, he allowed his six wings to manifest and it was certainly intimidating. “Now, one last chance, will you ask nicely for me to feed you?” “N-no!” You immediately began to regret that response. He lunged at you with a maniacal grin marring his otherwise beautiful features. He grabbed your ankle roughly, you kicked at him but he grabbed that ankle too. He pulled you to the edge of the bed and flipped you on to your belly. You squirmed as much as you could, but he was extremely strong and he had you pinned, he rubbed his uncut cock against your hole, the precum would be all the lube he offered you. With one thrust he rammed his entire length into your ass. You screamed in pain. You started sobbing and crying, you had never even bottomed before. It felt like someone had stuck a hot fire poker inside you and was splitting apart your insides. Each thrust was slow, hard, and deliberately painful. You were trembling even more now, each movement of his large member renewing the pain inside you. “PLEASE S-STOP!!!” Tears were streaming down your face, you had forgotten that you could even cry, it had been so long. In response to your cries he pulled your head back by your horns and went faster, the sound of his huge nuts slapping your ass taunting you. You knew you had to be bleeding a good amount by this point. “Pl-please” You begged softly. “Please. Please. Please. Please.” You were broken, repeating your soft chant for mercy over and over. “My blood would make the pain go away little (Y/N)~” You could not see it but he was smirking behind you, he knew he had broken his small demon. “C-can I have your bl-blood please?” Your words came out in a choked sob. “Mmm, of course anything for my precious boyfriend~” While still inside you he slid his arm around you with his wrist up to your mouth. You bit it and sucked the blood gently. You could feel your soul resonate with him, your very essence branded by his. Oh fuck, that’s why he wanted you to ask for it, you’d never be able to leave him now. You were renewed with life, and while the pain ebbed into nothingness almost instantly it did nothing to make the moment more pleasurable for you. You lay limply, resigned to letting Seltrael have his way over you. At least it didn’t hurt anymore. And it did not take long for him to finish, he was pushed over the edge from the act of you accepting his soul binding blood. Each throb of his prick sent another flood of angelic cum into you. You were still sobbing, albeit much more quietly. He sat on the bed and pulled you into his lap. He held you close with his arms around your torso as he draped his wings over you protectively as his cum leaked out from you, though he did not seem to mind at all. “Don’t cry (Y/N), I’ll never have to hurt you again, you’re mine now~” He peppered the space between your horns with little kisses. That’s why you were crying. You were his now. You would always be his.

[lingeringmisery]

"Admiration"

Yandere Female Idol X Idol reader (GN)

Words 2k+!

Warning! stalking, delusion.

Yandere idol who is popular in the industry and even known internationally, Yanna was performing her songs as the crowd screamed and sang praises to her as they were desperate for their beloved idol to hear their undying loyalty and admiration, Yanna would only smile at them as she continued her performance..

As her performance finally ended she bowed her head and thanked her fans for all the support, she really was living the life, she had everything she wanted, money, fame, looks, and support from her fans.

Yandere idol who was strolling in the city of tokyo in a disguise, her manager was very easy going with her and would let her go out and let her do the things she wants freely, since fans would always side with her if there were any controversies.

She was wearing a black cap, and white mask, with a simple black hoodie that was baggy with gray sweatpants as she was walking around with glasses to not get recognized.

She was buying snacks and desserts left and right, as she was enjoying her stroll.

She was then bumped into someone which made her drop the food she was holding as she fell down, she yelped a bit as she was going to make sure whoever bumped into them will.. as she then looked up, ready to shout at whoever bumped in to her, she freeze for a moment as she saw..

It was her very favorite idol..[Y/N] you were a solo artist just like her, but before she even debut she already admired your singing and songs, you were long already in the industry before she even debuted, she was shocked to see her very idol smiling at her, as you seemed have an apologetic expression, lending your hand to help her get up. Your cap was taken off from you after you bumped into her as your glasses were slightly messed up, she recognized those very bright, beautiful eyes..

She stared at you, mesmerized and absolutely shocked to even see you, and even meet you in the flesh too?? You were an international idol just like her but her popularity was higher than yours, but she admired you so much that she had posters of you in her dorm, she even bought all your merch, and dyed her hair the same as yours once which made her manager almost have a heart attack.

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"Uh..hello? Are you all right?" You tried to call her as you were worried why she was staring at you with wide eyes, as you were lending your hand out, waiting for her to hold it.

she could only stare for a moment before her cheeks were slowly turning red before she looked away and quickly responded in a nervous tone.

"Ah! I..it's all right! I'm sorry I zoned out, ahaha.." she then grabbed your hand, your warm and soft hand..she was touching you! She was absolutely elevated, she is never going to wash her gloves now-

As she smiled at you nervously yet seemingly blushing? You chuckled a bit as you helped her up, her grip on your hand was tight?

"No, no! It's fine, seriously! I was just worried, are you hurt? I am so sorry for bumping into you, I was lost."

You smiled sheepishly as you told her, yanna was looking at you with such a warm and fond expression as if she knew you, you were a bit surprised but you didn't think too much about it.

Yanna could only smile widely and nod as she tried to assure you that she was not hurt at all.

"You don't need to apologize at all, I should have looked my way, I am fine. Moreover.. you're lost? oh no, it must be difficult, especially how big Tokyo is."

Yanna spoke in a worried tone as she heard that you were lost? Oh no! It must felt so confusing trying to look around and especially the language barrier for you, fortunately yanna knew english, yanna was more than thankful that you bumped into her, oh grace lord she was going to be more religious now..as she then held your hand with both of her hands, squeezing your hands slightly as she had an worried expression, she didn't even have you a chance to respond as she quickly spoke with that very same smile.

"It must been overwhelming, I can help you! Where were you going? And, ah..my name is.."

Yanna tried to think of an alias name as she then smiled widely.

"My name is Yani, let me help you."

Yanna smiled at you ever so softly, as she then started to pull you closer and walk with you around the city..you were shocked at even how friendly this stranger was? She's even helping you! You felt a wave of relief and absolute comfort from her..but there was something familiar about you, especially when you saw her eyes, she seemed so familiar and her voice, it felt like that one popular idol from Korea, but you shrugged it off as 'yani' helped you.

You didn't even know how 'yani' knew where your manager was? Even bringing you to the exact location as if she already knew who you were..? Maybe it was just a coincidence of good luck, she really was so kind and nice to you. You thanked 'yani' as you bowed over and over again expressing your gratitude to her.

She was absolutely blushing, thank god she was wearing a mask, or else they would have suspected that she already recognize who you are, she said she only wanted to help as she smiled back at you.. yanna smile was still there as you bid her goodbye, she waved back as your van fading away from the distance..after you finally left. She stayed quiet all by herself before she started to blush and giggle to herself like a high-school girl who just saw her crush, as she was fan girling so much. It felt like an dream to talk, meet, and touch you in flesh! Idols rarely get the chance to even go to concerts of their fellow idols but such chance? God must be listening to her prayers. When she arrived back to the hotel she was staying she jumped to her bed as she was blushing and still replaying that moment with you earlier, after a while she remembered that you held her hands she immediately glanced at her gloves as she took it off and kissed so many times, her lipstick lightly staining her gloves but it didn't manner, you touched this, and she could still remember how your perfume smelled..you smelled so absolutely good and nice, vanilla scent perfume? Oh how she even loved you even more, she was turning more head over heels for you.

You thought about 'yani' at how nice and kind she was to help you, but you couldn't shake the feeling that she seemed to recognize who you were..but if she did she would have said so quickly when she saw your face, you decided to just smile at yourself as you thought you wouldn't meet her again, she was so nice too.

Oh how wrong you were.

You had a performance in Tokyo before the night when you got lost, you were performing your best hit songs as your fans were shouting and cheering for you so much, some even threw flowers at you and some even threw their phone, for you to put your number there and even take a selfie in it. It was still overwhelmingly good even though you experienced this so many times already.

Your performance finally ended, you bowed and thanked your fans for supporting you even here on stage.

After it you were then at the greet and meet your fans, there was a line as you were interacting with your fans..some gave you gifts, some tried to ask for your number or any private socials so they can be your friend, one even tried to give you money as a gift.

As the line was finally slowly growing little by little..you were relieved as you breath in as the last person was now walking to your table were you were sat.

You gave a wide smile as you went to your professional self once again.

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You smiled at this very last fan, you have them a wide smile as you looked at them, they were then sat down face to face to you..

You raised your eyebrows slightly as you recognize them.. you greeted them with your usual greeting for every greet and meet before you then spoke.

"Wait..Yani? Is that you"

You spoke up as your smile turned more genuine, your eyes slightly light up as you looked at yani.

Yanna was surprised that you remembered yet absolute ecstatic.

Omg she remembered me? Oh my sweetheart really is so sweet to remember me, I just want to hold her hand and say all the things I feel for her, oh how she always keep me up in night as I can't stop thinking of her and only her. Oh gosh I to hold it in, I don't want to scare her!

She smiled widely at you as she then grab your hands and held it slightly tight.

"Omg, you remember me? It's really nice to see you again, I just wanted to see you again. Your performance is always a masterpiece."

Yani squeezed your hands slightly with both of her hands as she spoke happily, you were slightly taken back but nonetheless happy too, your guess was right..she knew who you were from the start, you laughed slightly as you then talk and talk with her for so long, it was even longer than your service was supposed to be..you were then stopped by your staff after 2 hours of talking to each other, 'Yani' seemed a bit disappointed as she glared at your staff who called you guys since the greet and meet was already done and 'yani' is supposed to leave already.

This is really pushing my buttons..I thought I could have spoke to her more longer, I really wanted to hear her voice more, she has such a lovely voice, it always calms me whenever she speaks.. I better make sure to teach who that is again..ah. ron, a lesson later.

Yanna thought to herself as you pouted slightly, yani eyes immediately looked at your expression..oh how cute you look whenever you're upset, your lips just looked so soft and sweet, I just want to kiss to pretty lips of hers..as Yanna was brought back to reality when you called her name..well fake name, she immediately went back to smiling.

"I still want to speak to you..this is unfair, ron!"

you pouted at your staff, he only chuckled a bit as you talked to him a bit..

Which made Yanna look at your staff and you for a moment..you were smiling and speaking so comfortably with him? You shouldn't be smiling to others.. you're too pretty for them to see. She kept a smiling expression as she watched you and your staff speak in front of her, as you're trying to tell your staff that you want to talk more to her. Oh how that made her heart beat faster! Ah.. She's so adorable, it really so hard to stop myself from being so attached to her, she's just as beautiful as she is..her whole being is absolute pure. But that bastard.. what's his name again..? Ah, Ron.. l'll make sure to talk to my manager later about him.

Yanna was brought back from her thoughts as you waved your hand slightly, and smiled widely.

"Yani, yani to earth? Earth to Yani? Ahahaha!"

your laugh was like a symphony to her, a beautiful song, it was music to her ears..your voice is so calming to hear. She couldn't help but smile so fondly at you, she really wanted to get you more, she wanted you to be with her, she wanted you to be close to her. She wanted you-

"Ah, I'm here, I'm here! Ahaha, yes? I apologize I zoned out again."

"You always zone out so much, maybe you haven't been sleeping well?"

you spoke in a worried tone as you were concerned for yani, she was one of the people who were kind to you because of you, and not because of your identity and fame.

Yanna felt her cheeks blushed more, as her eyes softened..oh how thankful she was that she was wearing a mask. You're just so precious.

"You're too nice, [Idol/name]..I just thought of something, but you were saying something? Please go on."

Yanna smiled at you, as she was slightly narrowing her eyes at Your staff, ron..which Ron raised his eyebrows at her..he thought 'Yani' looked familiar..

As you then giggled before speaking.

"I was saying, maybe we can exchange socials? I can give you my Instagram, we can talk more there!"

You spoke happily, as you thought of how fun it would be to talk more to Yani, you're quite fond of her too..

This made yanna stare at you for a moment, as if she was trying to process what you said was real and she wasn't hearing things..oh how ecstatic she was, her smile widened more as the blush on her face turned deep red, she grew a bit more nervous…omg, omg omg omg. She's asking for my social?? And she wants to talk more to me? Ahhh..I can just die from happiness, she acknowledged me as a friend. She cares for me, oh how you're so precious and innocent y/n.. you're making me want you more, I think I wouldn't be able to control myself if you're so..

"O-of course!! I would love to, please!"

[dr3c0mix]

Bloody Red Roses

Yandere!Evil King x GN!Reader

CW: kidnapping, weirdo behavior, pretty mellow for now

👑 It was known throughout the land that King Alistair of the Obsidian Kingdom was a terrifying and cruel ruler. His heart held no mercy for those who opposed him.

👑 His dark magic was one to be feared, many know better than to ever go against him and his undead soldiers.

👑 Recently, he’s set his sights on your kingdom. He was planning on overthrowing a few lands and expanding his territory, and with your kingdom’s promising resources and location, he saw it as the perfect prize.

👑 But he isn’t a war mongering psychopath who declares war right then and there, no no he’s much more sophisticated than that, he’s going to kidnap the princess instead!

👑 He needed a bride anyway, so for him it’s a win/win!

👑 “Sir! We got her! We got the princess!” The door opening and the rattling of bones got Alistair’s attention. He sent a few of his skeleton soldiers to capture the princess whilst on a carriage ride through the borders of his territory.

👑 There were many guards protecting the area, but their weapons were no match for enemies who couldn’t die, and with a little bit of sleeping potion, carrying the princess away will be easy as pie.

👑 “Excellent~ and you brought her to my chambers like I told you correct?”

👑 They nod and scamper alongside the king to meet the princess

👑 “Oh princess~ are you awake ye- !!” His eyes widen and he cuts himself off. The person unconscious and tied up in his bed was indeed a royal, but the princess they were not.

👑 “What. Is. This?” He growls, the soldier’s bones rattle in fear

👑 “W-well you sai-“ “Does this look like a princess to you?! How am I going to take over their stupid kingdom if don’t have a bride!?” He scowls angrily.

👑 He hears you tossing and turning in your sleep, you let out a soft little squeak as you reposition yourself to be hugging one of his pillows.

👑 “…”

👑 “Uhm…your highness..?”

👑 “Leave. I’m done with your stupidity..I’ll deal with them myself..”

👑 The soldiers waste no time running off to who knows where as Alistair looks at you with cold eyes.

👑 “Hm…”

👑 He takes a seat by the bed, watching you as he figures out what to do with you.

👑 He’s trying to figure out a strategy, but he keeps getting distracted by your form. You looked so small and delicate, maybe he could…no that’s stupid he could never..could he?

👑 His thoughts plague him a awhile longer until he notices you waking up.

👑 Your muscles are weak, your head feels like it’s spinning, and it takes a bit for you to get back to your senses and realize what happened.

👑 You jolt awake, remember of the attack and almost scream at the sight of Alistair, but he was quick to covers your mouth and try to ease your panic. It took a while, but he managed to get you to stop fussing so he could take off your binds.

👑 “Apologies for this little..incident, I was supposed to take your sister..but now that you know my plan for your little kingdom, I have no choice but to keep you here. Perhaps I don’t need a princess to marry after all, I could just use you as ransom..” he chuckles.

👑 He sees the tea in your cup rippling in your shakes hold and scoffs, bringing his hand to hold your wrist to still your trembling “Oh don’t be so scared now, I don’t bite..”

👑 It was just supposed to be a means to make you stop shaking, but your skin…your big pitiful eyes staring up at him..he didn’t want to let go.

👑 So he kept you, for ransom of course, not for anything else..

👑 With you at his disposal, he started preparing negotiations with your kingdom to see what they’ll do to get you back.

👑 But in the mean time, he had to deal with you somehow..

👑 He settled on just letting you wander around the castle (with supervision of course)

👑 But then he starts to wonder what you do everyday, what did you even like to do? If you were staying with him, he might as well talk with you for the time being.

👑 It started off sort of awkward, he spotted you by the garden feeding some birds with two soldiers watching you. He approached and waved at the soldiers to leave them alone together. You thought you were in trouble but to your surprise, he just asked you how you were doing..

👑 “I uhm..heard you like going out here everyday..I figured I’d join you…Don’t take it the wrong way, I just had some..free time..that’s all..”

👑 The whole interaction was unusual. It wasn’t like him to be so casual and calm with someone, especially a royal of another kingdom.

👑 He enjoys the reactions you give him whenever he talks about his role as the dark king of the Obsidian Kingdom. Your nervous but polite smile masks your mortification of him, but it’s adorable to him nonetheless

👑 “What? A scared of the big bad king? How cute.”

👑 Your little talks slowly became frequent, for the king, it even became something he couldn’t help but do. What can he say? He was so used to your presence it seemed wrong to not talk to you at least once..plus he had to check to see if you weren’t planning an escape so..

👑 “Where have you been my little rose? I haven’t seen you all day.”

👑 His interest in your interactions turned to fondness the more he picked up on your cute little quirks. He takes note of the things you find funny or interesting, he brings them up in order to see that adorable little smile of yours, and that giggle, oh god that giggle…

👑 He denies it so much at first, but slowly starts to accept the fact that he wants- no, needs you with him

👑 Soon he started to want your presence even more, offering to eat meals alongside you instead of eating whenever he’s schedule allowed it, he started eating scheduled meals for you <3 we love self care guys

👑 “Of course I’m eating with you tonight. After all we never got to finish our conversation.”

👑 He loves watching you, even when simply eating or any mundane thing, you will more often than not catch him staring at you. You’re just so cute and soft! Definitely not like the snobby and overly stiff men and women he’s seen.

👑 He couldn’t have you trying to escape so what better plan than to keep you by his side 24/7? Then you’ll never be out of his sight!

👑 “What’s so wrong with letting you tag along my dear? I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself with me.”

👑 And what if you try and sneak out from your chambers? Clearly you need to be moved to his chambers, that way he can make sure you’re behaving.

👑 Oh and of course in case you get lost, he made you a cute collar with the royal insignia on it! Isn’t it pretty? He used your favorite colors and everything!

👑 Of course he needs to fulfill his kingly duties. But how can he leave you alone for that long? No worries, you can sit right on his lap! That way you won’t have to stand for a long time and hurt your feet.

👑 And those clothes? So simple and out of style, perhaps you should wear something more fitting to his kingdom’s styles? Like a cute outfit with lace and ruffles! You look so delicate and graceful in it! He can’t help but buy you lots more outfits like that! Tis only fair for a person of your status.

👑 “How about this one? It compliments your form…what do you mean it looks too cutesy? I think it looks perfect for you.”

👑 he’s the type to not do much physical affection, but dear god does he crave both giving and receiving it. Give him a kiss or a caress of his cheek and he struggles to keep his composure and not melt to your touch

👑 Simply put, he might not seem like it (at least he thinks he does) but he can’t live without you. He couldn’t fathom the fact he was planning on trading you for a kingdom, you’re way more valuable than some puny kingdom!

👑 He even considers his original plan, you wouldn’t mind right? Besides, he bets you look absolutely exquisite in a little wedding dress~! Even if you don’t want a dress, an elegant suit would perfect on you~!

👑 “Where do you think you’re going my rose?”

It’s finally here guys ✨✨✨ I know it’s been a while but I’ve been busy with school and genshin. Anyway we got em in the end! Thank you for being so patient guys !! qwq

[delusionalthoughtsstuff]

This was an anon request but since I'm fucking STUPID I accidentally deleted it (sorry anon :'))

it was basically requesting how yan! Painter would act around their S/o and stuff like that.

Tw: typical yan behavior

Let's already get this out of the way, this man is a simp. He'll worship the ground you walk on without a doubt in his mind.

He's the type to do ANYTHING you ask him to do. Hungry? He's already making a 5star meal just for you. Tired? He might not be THE strongest man on earth, but you can bet he's carrying you to bed.

Oughhg he's so clingy too... always having his arms wrapped around you or else he'll panic and look like a kicked puppy in the street.

It felt almost suffocating how clingy he was. Constantly following you around as if he was a cat begging for attention, even when you found yourself alone, the feeling that someone was watching you was always so strong.

"My flower, I missed you so... so much" He whispered before capturing your lips into another heated kiss. It was already tradition for you to be bombarded with a barrage of love from Yan! Painter whenever you two spend more than 5 mins apart. "I was scared you'd leave..." And without allowing you to respond, he started to kiss you again.

This man has been denied physical affection for years. Saying that this man is touch starved is putting it lightly. He can and WILL hold you "hostage" just to cuddle.

I don't think I have to mention, but he's 24/7 taking pics of you... While you sleep, eat, read, anything. After all, you are what keeps this man's creativity flowing.

CONSTANTLY begging you to pose for him. Seriously, this man is in his knees while holding your waist and just pleading for you to let him paint you.

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease"His words came out as a jumbled mess, hands gripped tightly the fabric of your clothes. "My flower... please, I need you to pose for me... Please, I promise I'll do anything!"

Okay now let's talk about his more fucked up behavior.

This man is constantly drugging you. The meal he cooked you? Drugged. Your sudden drowsiness, which makes him need to carry you to bed? He caused it.

What he might do to your unconscious body depends on his mood, it could go from just posing you for his sketches and paintings since the process takes a long time, and he doesn't want to bore you to death.

Or, if he's feeling more mad/jealous, he's going to litter your body with marks (Even could go to the point of using paints that don't come off easily on your body).

You have a 50/50 percent chance of waking up with sore legs or not

As much as he would kiss the ground you walked on, Yan! Painter isn't scared to put you back on your place. As long you behave and love him, he doesn't see the need to tie inside the dark and cramped supplies closet as a form of punishment.

Distances you from all the other people you know by straight-up lying about shit they said or twisting their words. Slowly making you believe HE was the only person that actually cared about you.

A warm hug is where you found yourself engulfed in. Soft hums coming from the taller figure as he rocked you like a baby. "I know, my love... I know, how could them do this to you?..." His soothing voice was the only thing audible from your sobs as you broke down in his arms. "No, no, no... You don't need to apologize for not believing me when I warned you, as much it did break my heart to see you doubting my words... as long now you understand that I only want the best for you."

mnhn will think of more late euueue

[idanceuntilidie]

What about yandere prince over his favorite knight? Male reader ofc :)

I am done I deserve mac n cheese and almonds

Hope this was okay.

Yandere Prince x male reader

tw: yandere themes and being held against will

You were assigned to prince Charlie since you were little, so naturally you were very protective of him.

You two shared a very special bond of course, two best friends since childhood.

But for prince Charlie, it was oh, so much more. At first he didn’t understand it, you were there more often than not.

He remembers how often you clinged to him when you two were younger. You were supposed to be the one protecting him, he didn’t mind that.

As you two grew older, you got braver and stronger. You even spend less time with him. He noticed something was wrong with him.

An unknown feeling blossomed in his chest.

And you made it so much stronger.

It’s not really like you did anything special, you just,

existed.

He started to appreciate your existence more. How when you smiled your cheeks were dusted by pinkish colour and your eyes twinkled with such a happy flame.

How you wielded your sword and how brave you were.

He watched you, heart longing for you. For your little touches, your laughs.

Oh how he wishes you two were kids again, he would protect you from danger and you would cling to him and never let go.

You were so far away but at the same time so close. After a while, just watching wasn’t enough, he needed you back and he would do everything to make it happen.

You noticed a slight change in your environment.

It started small, maids, servants and other knights started to ignore you. They shook when they saw you and ran away.

You weren’t a violent person, so you didn’t understand what was wrong.

It hurt slightly, but you can’t just go around crying. You were a royal knight after all.

Then Prince Charlie requested you must be near him at all times, you expected that since you were his personal knight,

no more strolls through the castle and gardens. No more training. You can’t leave him, not even to eat or sleep.

You feared the last one. You feared you might grow weak, but you can’t let your prince that so you stayed silent.

You didn’t dare to eat, drink or sleep in his presence, much to his dismay. You thought it was disrespectful to even do these things in his presence, EVEN if you two knew each other all your lives.

After some time your body could in fact, not take it anymore so you fainted.

You woke up not long after, laying on the comfiest bed you had ever felt. Stripped from your armour and chained to the bed. Your first thought was that someone broke in and hurt your prince, naturally, you began to struggle. Your body was weak due to the lack of food or sleep.

You didn’t notice your Prince walking cheerfully through the door.

“Oh you are up, how wonderful”

He chirped happily. Your tired eyes followed his figure.

“Your.. highness? What is the meaning of this?”

You asked, voice raspy. Swallowing hurt so much.

“Oh you had fainted my dear knight”

he hummed as he placed something on the table. You tried to move your arms, you felt weak. Chains only rattled quietly because of your movement, it caught Charlies attention.

“Don’t you dare to move y/n”

“Just, just take me to the doctor I will be fine in few days and-“

His pale face turned cherry red in anger.

“No! You are only allowed to see me, only me! I AM taking care of you now!”

His voice boomed loudly in your ears. You winced.

He turned away from you, trying to calm down, then took something from the table, a plate. Charlie walked to the bed, and placed the plate on a nightstand, so he could uncuff your hands.

Your body felt weak, you let him sit you up.

“Now, let me feed you yeah? You must be oh so hungry, and then we can spend some time together.”

he smiled, you were too weak to argue so he took your silence as an agreement. You prayed silently that this was just a dream.

[collywobbles-n-whatnot]

Caller 666 You're Live

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Radio segment host reader x various monsters! y2k! Yandere! Bed and breakfast! why choose!

-Grieving reader sets out to fulfill her late father's unfinished business, opening the last bed and breakfast in his chain.

-She brings nothing in her car for the cross country road trip other than her recording equipment and her father's urn that she talks to a completely normal amount to pass the drive.

-Her segment had recently gained more traction than she'd like. She (Ms. Claire) hosts an advice column for letters and calls called Claire-voyant on 100.7 the Charm. So no, she couldn't take more than a week or so off, the public demands it and so does her boss.

-She arrives at the BnB to find that it isn't abandoned at all, but people have been living there possibly for years.

The squatters on the premises are:

-Earnest, the deal making goblin

-Charlie (Charles), the invisible man

-Harper, the witch

-Caspian, the siren

-Logan, the vampire

And once he can make it, she is expecting the support of her best friend who's running just a little bit late.

-James, the best friend (and secret monster hunter)

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Sound like something worth making drabbles for..?

(forgive me for bad quality I still don't know how to export jack shit from procreate)

[obsessedarlings]

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 "𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲"

small reactions ♡

tw; nsfw?, femreader, subreader/shyreader, domyandere, (chubbyreader), breeding kink, yandere pov.

𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐳𝐚𝐜𝐤!

That's so sweet, my adorable wife blushed with embarrassment. "Shh.. (Y/N) , don't hide your voice from me" I gently caressed her sweet cheeks blushing with embarrassment, so cute. " If you want to call me daddy, that's fine, my little doll, although you know that your sweet voice makes me very hard.. " My free hand runs over roamed to (Y/N) ’s belly button area, slowly tracing his way down towards her curvy and her hips before circling her thigh with his thumb. " My sweet wife, now you belong to me, you are mine my little doll.. ". He whispered in her ear, sending chills down (Y/N) ’s spine. "I will claim and breed you until you bear my children”.

𝐧𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚!

That makes me very happy, my adorable partner finally calls me with that dirty name in her pretty little mouth. "It's alright (Y/N) " I gently stroked her cheek, loving the feeling of her soft skin under my fingers. "You can call me daddy, sweetie. It makes me happy." I whispered, leaning closer to whisper in her ear before sealing our lips together in a passionate kiss, my hand sliding down to cup her plump bottom firmly through her dress, causing a soft whimper from (Y/N).

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤

I smiled at her and and stroked her hair lovingly " You liked how I raised you you and filled you with my cum, my little whore ? I love how my cock stretches your wet pussy, so warm and juicy". (Y/N) is mine, I'm taking ownership of her fertile body. She needs to be filled up with semen until she carries my babies in her womb. (Y/N) will always belong to me.. She moaned softly as she felt a huge spurt of hot cum fill her up. Jack grabbed hold of her hips tightly, pounding into (Y/N) harder until he reached another explosive climax, flooding her insides further with his thick load. (Y/N) clung onto my body tighter now that it was over) "Thank you daddy for filling me up." she whispered weakly as their bodies became one.

[glossytearsposts]

Fairy god mother T_T I'm starting college and am nervous. May I request a yandere guy to take me away from this?? I am just nervous to move and start school,,,,,,asdfghjkl if not thats alright. I just rlly like your writing

Concipilo

Male OC x GN Reader

A/N: LMFAO no I get it.

Warnings: Pet names: love, sweet one, insinuation of dubious activity, drugging, kidnapping, a little choking

You are startled awake by a noise in your room. Upon opening your eyes you find a man looking down at you.

“Good morning, love. Sorry I woke you up.”

Wh-who are you?! You gasp.

“Calm down, love” he sits on the edge of your bed, “you can’t be too loud, we can’t have any witnesses can we? And to answer your question my name is kobi. You can call me that…or you can call me Lover, Boyfriend, Partner, Honey. Whatever you prefer.”

You want to scream, you really do but his threat keeps you silent, staring at him, almost frozen.

“I’ve been watching you for a while, love and I think we could be very happy together.” Kobi smiles, a faraway look clouding his eyes.

“Wh-What?” You said finding your voice. “You broke into my room. I don’t even know you.”

He huffs, seeming miffed and you’re pretty sure you see him roll his eyes.

“Love, if you’re going to nitpick, thats the most basic thing I have done here. And besides, you’ll have plenty of time to get to know me.”

What.

Your eyes widen and you pull away from him into the wall as far as you can. “What do you mean the most basic thing?”

It seems to dawn on him what that may have implied and he gasps. “Oh, no, Love. Nothing creepy like that. I could never…” he trails off, a soft smile quirking his lips upwards. “Besides I’d rather you be awake for that. No, Love, I’ve come here most nights for a while and made sure you are safe in your sleep. I’ve done my best to make sure that you are taken care of. Don’t you think it’s only fair I get the chance to call you mine?”

“You’re crazy.” you say, trying to even wrap your head around that logic. No way in hell do you even want this man—that you have never even met and insists that you call him your boyfriend—near you, especially if that consists of him breaking into your house and going through your stuff.

“I admit, it may sound a bit odd. However, you cannot argue with the love I possess for you. I am not delusional enough to think that you love me as much as I love you now, but I know you and I are meant to be together. All I ask is for you to give me a chance.”

“A chance?! After you broke into my room, admitted to going through my stuff, probably stalking me, and have most likely done other things I don’t even want to know about. You’re crazy. Delusional and crazy.”

“Love, all I did was enter your room to make sure you were safe,” Kobi says, starting to sound exasperated. “Do not look at me as an invader, rather think of me as a guardian of sorts.”

“Now, I insist,” he reaches out, gently grabbing your chin and guiding your gaze to his, “give me a chance, love. I cannot accept your denial. You will come to love me.”

His loving tone and soft voice do nothing to distract you from the fact that he is very much still a stranger who broke in and is sitting on your bed in the middle of the night. You try and pull your face from his grasp, but his grip tightens.

“Let go of me.” You gasp. A little louder than you meant to say it as you begin to struggle.

He smirks, you really are a fighter.

Do not struggle, sweet one. Though very cute, your resistance is only a waste of time. You will love me eventually.

He pulls a syringe from his back pocket and uncaps the needle. You see this and start to struggle harder, attempting to scream before the hand that is holding your chin quickly grabs your throat, cutting off your scream to a choked noise as he pushes you back to lay on your bed. You cough as he releases some pressure on your windpipe, keeping enough pressure to stop your struggling.

“Now, are you going to behave? I’d hate to have to bruise your pretty skin more than necessary.”

You let out a strangled noise as your hands attempt to move his hand from your throat.

He sighs and removes his hand, grabbing one of your arms and injecting the drug as you gasp in shock and for air.

“W…wha-t did y-ou do?!” You croak out, coughing afterwards.

“Just a little drug to help you see things my way.” He smiles, watching as you shakily rub your hand on your throat. That’s going to bruise for sure.

“N-no this… you can’t, I…” you trail off as your thoughts become fuzzy.

“Good, love. Just go to sleep.” Kobi smiles as you fall unconscious. He caps the syringe and places it back into his pocket before picking you up and carrying you in his arms like a princess.

“Now that you have finally calmed down, we can start our story. I’m so excited for you to come home, you know. You'll love it there, I know it!"

Kobi exits your room with you in his arms, sneaking out, sure to not alert anyone. Gently, he places you in his trunk, surrounded by a pile of pillows and blankets and smiles at your sleeping face.

"Good night, love." he leans down, kissing your forehead before shutting the trunk.

"see you when we get there."