#tw: possessive behavior

[monimccoythings]

Alastor x Daughter!Reader: Runaway I (Platonic)

So, what would it happen if Y/N after a lot of time at the hotel, decides to run off and explore the human world? Just like it happened in Helluva Boss I think. This is lighter than the others, but I really wanted to write this one. This could be interpreted as some AU of the Au or even set in the same series after a lot of time has passed.

I know the Grimoire doesn't really look like that and is in the ownership of someone else, but I was thinking that since Lucifer is the King of Hell, he should have at least a copy.

Reminder: Alastor is in hell for a reason.

Tw: Controlling behavior, possessive behavior, Alastor being a very controlling dad.

tags: @anonymousewrites, @nonetheartist, @littledolly2345, @sunnyx07, @ouroborostheunholy, @mo-0-o, @sydneyyyya @lbcreations-blog, @kiraisastay

Things have gotten much better for you since you first arrived. It had finally gotten inside your thick skull that this experience was for real. As crazed as Charlie's dream seemed to be, you couldn't help but believe in her and her goals, given her optimism and enthusiasm. You could say this place was safer than anywhere else you had been crashing for the last ninety years.

But the safety of a place didn't always come hand in hand with feeling safe. And there was only one person to blame for that: Alastor.

If he had been overprotective as a human, as a demon he was much worse. He didn't give a fuck about subtlety anymore. He knew the kind of people that were out there; in fact, he was one of them! Time had proved over and over again you wouldn't make it out there without his protection! He just wanted what was best for you and he also casually happened to know what it was! He was that smart, hahahaha!

As a minor, there was little you could do in Hell, you couldn't drink, you couldn't smoke, you couldn't have sex. So that just nuked three of the most popular hobbies there. Not that you cared much, but it just really left you with a feeling that you didn't belong among the guests and staff friend group due to your youth. The emotional age gap was quite something. And there were times where you felt like the tag-along-kid more than a part of the team.

It was really embarrassing to pull yourself up to one of Husk's stools, ask for the strongest he had, and get served some pineapple juice. He may get a few laughs out of your antics, but you just wanted to fit in.

Sometimes you played with Nifty, since she seemed to be the closest to you in age. Unfortunately, Nifty didn't seem to know any game that didn't involve cleaning or roach mutilation. (how was she even able to find a murderous point of view to Parchis???)

Charlie and Vaggie were too busy managing the hotel and attracting new customers, but you got a feeling they still wouldn't manage to fill that void you seemed to have.

Angel was like the big brother you wished you had had back when you were alive. He loved to gossip with you and Cherri; even when you didn't understand half of what they were saying, it felt nice having some kind of normal teenage stuff around. He also liked to nudge you towards some potential boyfriends, saying that you were in 'in the age' *wink* *wink*. Your dad did not appreciate that.

Alastor wouldn't consider himself a boyfriend blocking dad, Heaven's, no! Just a humble boyfriend murdering dad. So whatever idea of dating or just hanging out with other people your age was out of the question. As soon as you started talking to someone that was in the same age range as you, his shadowy form started to appear behind you and his eyes changed into dials, that was enough for anyone to start running in the opposite direction (he had scared away so many pontential guests it was unreal)

You couldn't even own a phone. Your dad insisted that 'his hotel, his rules'. Any technology that surpassed the 50s was out of the question. (they still didn't have a working phone). If he caught you with one in your hands, specially a VOXTECH phone, even if it was not yours, the battery suddenly started to heat to unbearable levels and you just had to drop it before it exploded in green flames.

Where was the fun loving dad you grew up with? The one that at least had the decency to be a bit more discreet? 'Dead at the prospect of raising a teenage girl!' He liked to say with a laugh.

You talked to Rosie about it, hoping she would talk some sense into him, and he had the nerve to act all innocent and oblivious! Like you were the one being unreasonable!

Somehow, this safe haven had started to become like a prison. You found yourself feeling suffocated and alienated from the others. When you were out there on your own you had lived in fear and trauma, which you hated with all what remained of your heart; but now that you were in a relatively safe place, you felt isolated and trapped. There was no common ground. You needed to breath, to live (or unlive), to enjoy life! You were not a little girl anymore! (҉Y҉e҉s҉ ҉y҉o҉u҉ ҉w҉e҉r҉e҉!҉)҉

So, one day, while helping Nifty clean and hiding from the Radio Demon That Sees It All, you casually stumbled into something very interesting at Lucifer's workshop. It looked like an ancient book, unlike those at the library which you had read and reread over and over again (One could read one too many times Mr. Waddles Goes to Church before it started to get old).

Something in that book drew you towards it, you knew you shouldn't look. It was probably full of ancient demonic knowledge, but maybe a teensy weensy peek wouldn't hurt, right?

Your face lighted up when you opened the book, (and not only because the light was coming from it). There were no words to describe what you found inside. You could see everything inside of it, it was like it was filled with everyone's dreams and hopes, you wondered how something as beautiful as that had ended up in Hell.

Without thinking, you touched the pages which felt warm to the touch. In response to your delicate caress, the pages started shining even brighter. You were so mesmerized by it that you didn't notice how the room was starting to fill with small orbs of light that started moving around you at impossible speeds, like a tornado.

Crafting materials, toy ducks and gizmos were sent around the room due to the force of the movement. But you didn't pay them any attention. There was something truly magical about the orbs' dance. It was enrapturing.

The door shot wide open, revealing Lucifer, Charlie and Vaggie with an horrified look in their faces. They were shouting something at you, but you could barely hear them, too lost in the orbs and their hypnotic dance. So distracted that you didn't feel the chilling presence that joined them until he spoke.

"Y/N, my dear? ." You felt a shiver run down your spine and your heart filled with the fear of a child who knows they have been caught doing something they shouldn't. You could perfectly hear his radio filtered voice, clear as a day, quiet as the calm before the storm. "Step away from that book, cherie. You could get hurt, and we don't want that, do we? ." He spoke with the kind of condescending tone one would use with a little kid.

A new sudden emotion emerged within you, something you had never felt before and never had any need for it. Anger. Who was he to stop you? Why did he always treat you like you were one of his puppets? Like you were another toy he could dress up and command as he pleased? Why couldn't he let you live?.

Feeling braver, probably due to the book's influence, you looked at his red eyes defiantly, once again touching the pages. Despite his permanent smile, you could tell he was getting angrier by the second.

"Y҉/҉N҉" His body was morphing, growing, eyes already changing to those red radio dials that gave you the chills. "I҉ ҉F҉O҉R҉B҉I҉D҉ ҉Y҉O҉U҉-҉"

"No!" You found yourself surprised at your own voice."I lost my life for you, I got sent here because I tried to protect you, I wasted my life because of you!" That last part came a bit more demonic sounding than intended. "Now. I WANT TO LIVE."

And with that, you were enveloped in a bright light and dissapeared.

For a couple of seconds, nobody dared to make a move. After what felt like hours, reality seemed to kick in and everyone sprung into action; Lucifer desperately searching through the pages of a suddenly very uncooperative book, just in case you had been sucked in, Vaggie was already establishing a perimeter around the hotel and search parties, and Charlie, poor sweet Charlie was franctically looking through every single room on that floor.

The only one who hadn't moved yet was Alastor. Already shrunk back to normal size, he seemed completely relaxed and chill in what could be considered an extremely catastrophic situation to any parent.

"Ah, must be those teenage hormones kicking in." His voice sounded as cheery and joyful as always. Almost like he didn't care. Lucifer shot him a venomous look, silently urging him to show a little care for his MISSING DAUGHTER. But Alastor had already retreated back into the shadows and returned to his radio tower.

If only they knew.

The truth was that Alastor cared. Way too much. He sunk his claws into the table while he fought against the deeply buried instinct in him to let himself loose and destroy everything in his path. The chains in his neck, glowed menacingly, a bitter reminder that he wasn't at full power.

He had lost you. Again.

He had you there, close enough to reach and you had vanished before he was able to do something. You had run away.

The mere thought made his hands shake with anger, antlers already growing twice their normal size. How could you? After everything he did for your sake, for your safety, y҉o҉u҉ ҉d҉i҉s҉o҉b҉e҉y҉ ҉h҉i҉m҉??? His smile looked more like a grimace and his eyes were pools of red hot rage. Oh, you were so grounded when he got you back.

Now you were out there, who knows where. All on your own. Defenseless, at the mercy of his many enemies without anyone, HIM, to protect you.

He sent his shadows into the city, he would leave no stone unturned no crackden untouched until he found you. He didn't care who he had to kill, maul or destroy. You would be coming back with him. Only HE could keep you safe, whetever you wanted it or not.

His desperation only grew when his shadows came back empty handed, the crazed look in his eyes combined with the slasher smile only made him look like the deranged psychopath he actually was.

You weren't in the Pride ring. He was even starting to doubt you were in Hell at all. What was the last thing you had said?

His non beating heart gave a painful twist when your parting words echoed in his mind. The bitterness and resentment in your voice hurt his tainted soul in ways no other person could have. His claws dug even deeper in the wood.

No.

All he wanted was to keep you safe back at the hotel, to ensure no one in this hellish landscape ever laid a finger in your delicate skin. He was just being a good father. You may not understand it, and probably never would. That's irrelevant.

He had found you again after nearly ninety years since that fatidic night when he lost it all, he was not going to allow anybody to take you away from him.

A theory started forming in his twisted mind. You had said that you wanted to live. Alastor was no fool, he knew what the Grimoire could do, in fact he had been dying to take a peek himself. Whatever you had wished, would have probably come true. His grin turned sour.

You had gone where he couldn't follow.

The mortal plane.

Who knew the kind of horrors you were facing up there? The kind of fools that would dare to disrespect the child of one of Hell's most powerful overlords?

He couldn't go there, at least not physically. If he could synchronize his radio frequency with the ones on Earth, he may be able to locate you before some fuckwad up there decided to have their way with you.

"We're on air"

[writingforatwistedworld]

Could I request a self aware neige reacting to us being the definition of a Disney princess? Thanks and have a good day

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsession, possessive behavior, manipulation, poison, unhealthy relationship

Player is the definition of a Disney princess

Neige is already pretty naive (if you ask me) but even he had to do a double take when he witnessed you first hand

Animal magnet? Yes. Sunlight that hits you softly from the side like a well-meant cushion thrown by a passive-aggressive friend? Mhm. Choirs of angels in his head? They are living in there without paying rent

Even Neige is somewhere deep down like “mum, easy to abduct, just need sum cookies”

But we don't talk about his darker thoughts here (or at least not yet, point eight should start to get not do cuddly)

I wouldn't be surprised if RSA had something like “save the maiden in danger”-classes

Even if they don't, he will still somehow end up with you on a white horse riding into the sunset

I mean, hello? You thought he will leave alone? Just like that? (He hit you on the head or what??!)

When he saw you for the first time he was weary

Why did you seem so familiar... OH F-*insert un-princely vocabulary* YOU ARE THE OVERSEER!

But then again, how could you not be?

Just look at all the animals. The world is literally fighting for your attention!

So after mister “not so innocent innocence” finally decided that you are the one he always wants to be with he might do some things not so good for his reputation if his fans ever were to find out... unknowingly of course (does that make things better or worse?)

All I can say is, you, the innocent somehow seen as almighty cinnamon roll, believes every word he wipers into your ear

How ironic, Snow White is poisoning you this time... just without the apple and more with words

Before you know it you think that your friends are actually laughing all the gone about you and only see you as a fool

But no need to worry! He is here! Just for you! All you need to do is take his hand and follow him! I just don't know if you will ever see another human soul beside his own after that

[isadoresmuse]

Obsidian Desires

Warning: The following fanfiction contains mature content and is intended for readers who are 18 years old or above. Reader discretion is advised.

Reader is only referred to as “you”/ Gender Neutral.

Word Count: 737

Yandere Mafia OC x (Gender Neutral) Reader

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, enveloping the cozy little café in a warm embrace. (Y/N), a talented barista, expertly worked behind the counter, effortlessly crafting the perfect cup of joe. The bustling city of Milan provided a constant hum in the background, the perfect symphony for (Y/N)'s daily routine.

Unbeknownst to them, an enigmatic figure had taken notice. Luca Salvatore, the charismatic and ruthless Italian Mafia boss, concealed his dark allure behind a well-tailored suit. His sapphire eyes were entranced by (Y/N)'s grace and the subtle charm that emanated from every movement.

Day after day, Luca found himself drawn to the café, watching (Y/N) from afar, his desires entwining with his dangerous nature. The flicker of passion ignited within him, transforming his love for them into something sinister—a manic grip on their heart.

On a particularly busy day, (Y/N) caught sight of Luca standing by the café entrance. Their eyes met briefly, an electric spark surging through their veins. Unbeknownst to (Y/N), this fleeting connection would ignite a blaze they were ill-prepared to face.

Luca approached the counter, his voice dripping with a mixture of authority and subtle seduction. "Cappuccino, please," he requested, his voice resonating with an air of dominance.

As (Y/N) prepared the beverage, their hands trembled slightly, sensing the intensity radiating from Luca. The exchange was brief, yet it left an indelible mark on both their hearts.

Days turned into weeks, and Luca's infatuation with (Y/N) grew exponentially. He couldn't bear the thought of another man touching them, let alone stealing their heart away. His mind became a canvas of possessive fantasies, dark and intoxicating.

Luca's sinister nature led him down a path of obsession, his dangerous tendencies entwined with his desires. He began to use his power and influence to ensure (Y/N)'s safety, pulling the strings from the shadows. He dispatched his most loyal underlings to protect the café and ensure that no harm would befall (Y/N).

One evening, as the café closed its doors, (Y/N) found themselves alone, surrounded by the silence of the space. They were unaware of the lingering presence outside, the sound of Luca's footsteps drawing closer.

With a sudden gust of wind, Luca appeared in the doorway, his eyes burning with a mixture of urgency and danger. The air thickened with unspoken desire as he approached (Y/N), a predator closing in on its prey.

"(Y/N)," he whispered huskily, his voice a velvet caress against their ear. "You're mine."

Before (Y/N) could react, Luca's lips captured theirs in a consuming kiss, a passionate union of two souls tethered by fate (or was it something more disturbing that chained their lives together). The taste of coffee mingled with the hint of danger, igniting a fire within them that they couldn't resist.

Luca's world and (Y/N)'s merged in a tempestuous whirlwind of passion and danger. Love, lust, and violence became intertwined, their desires intertwined in a dance that knew no boundaries.

The café became their sanctuary, a place where (Y/N) could embrace Luca's dangerous world while still retaining their independence. Under the guise of serving coffee, (Y/N) discovered the darkest depths of love, reveling in the adrenaline that coursed through their veins each time Luca entered the homely bistro.

Yet, the sun grew hotter the closer they got and eventually started to burn; the whispers of reality grew louder. The fine line between love and possession blurred, leaving (Y/N) torn between their desire for freedom and the allure of Luca's vicious embrace. Icarus plummeted into the unkind waters below.

Luca and (Y/N) existed in a world of secrecy and sin, bound together by an unyielding passion and the ever-present danger of Luca's underworld. Their love, tainted with obsession, proved to be a volatile concoction, threatening to consume them both.

In the depths of the night, as (Y/N) lay tangled in Luca's arms, they couldn't help but wonder if their souls would forever be shackled by the intoxicating grip of their lover shrouded in crime.

And so, their journey continued, a dance of dominance and submission, fueled by their undeniable connection. Only time would reveal if their love could withstand the tempestuous storms that lay ahead, or if it would succumb to the sinister desires that lurked in the shadows of their hearts.

[bruisedknucklesandbloodykisses]

Boyfriend

CW: College AU; Unreliable narrator/reader; Delusional reader/Nobunaga; Unhealthy relationship; Lovesick reader; Insecurities (Reader); Possessive; Ignoring multiple red flags; Sexual content towards the end (Grinding, Messy Kisses)

Summary: You’re  hesitant to ask Nobunaga on a date due to not wanting to destroy your friendship with him. He has other views on the subject at hand.

Word Count: 2,094 Note from Knux: I just wanted to say that I was very inspired by this fic from @uvobreakmylegs (they have the best writing PLEASE-). But, seriously wanted to give credit where credit is due though!

You leaned against Nobunaga’s side, his steady breathing helping to distract you from your nerves. It was so silly how nervous you were; it was just a date after all- well, it would be a date if he accepted. The words seemed to die in your throat, turning into a hard lump that made it hard to breathe, every time you tried to ask the simple question: do you want to go on a date with me? 

Honestly, those words weren’t daunting at all and it was frustrating that you’ve never had any issues asking before. You were used to making the first moves on people you liked- sure, you haven’t done it since high school, but that’s besides the point. The point now is that you felt like you were drowning in your own emotions because you could spit out the damn phrase. 

You glanced up at Nobunaga, taking in his face: angular, lips drawn into a thin line and his dark eyes focusing hard on the text in front of him. It was funny to you how you had convinced him to join you on this little study date- it made you feel fuzzy inside. Though, you had finished your studies and were simply keeping him company now. Which, you didn’t mind. If it meant that you got to hang around the silly athlete, the better it was. 

You sighed, nestling closer to him, allowing your eyes to slip shut as you snuggled deeper into the blanket you wrapped yourself in. 

“Hmm, getting bored?” Nobunaga’s voice said, startingling you out of your dozing.

“Maybe,” you murmured against him, pressing your face further into his arm as you let your eyes slip close again, “but I don’t really mind if I get to sit with you.”

He snorted. “You sap. You sound like you really like me.” 

“Well, yeah.” You quickly added: “we’re friends after all.”

He went silent and you couldn’t help the way your stomach started to churn with a strange sort of anxiety. A frown tugged at your lips, peaking one eye open to glance up at him. He seemed irritated as he glared at the book in front of him. 

You slumped against him once again, both eyes open now, as you thought of how you (or what) had upset him. Nobunaga had a bit of a hairline trigger with his frustrations occasionally- you sometimes felt like you were walking a tightrope with him, but you didn’t really mind. It was just how Nobu was. Your silly friend who was sweet and always took care of you. Before him there was only you. 

A small smile pulled at your lips. How did you ever make it without him? 

“Ah, fuck- this thing is boring!” Nobunaga finally declared, slamming the book shut. 

You couldn’t help but giggle despite how he jostled you around when he crossed his arms and pressed himself back into the worn (but comfortable) couch in your living room. “How about you take a break, I’ll make some tea, that sound good?”

He grunted, sulking into the cushions while you unwrapped yourself and laying the fluffy blanket on his chest and tucking it behind his shoulders after you got up. He had grumbled but let you continue with your antics. You laughed as you went to the small kitchen in the apartment- nothing too fancy, just big enough for the fridge, a sink, an oven, and a little bit of counter space for a microwave and the odd times you wanted to bake. 

You reached into the cabinet right above what little counter space you had and pulled out two mugs. They were cute: a sleepy gray cat face and an overly excited white and tan puppy face for the other- they were round and the little cat reminded you too much of Nobunaga not to get. Though he had also insisted that he’d get the puppy one for you if you were getting the “damn cat” for him. 

You traced over the smooth porcelain with the tip of your finger. Maybe… maybe you could just let things be. Let them snowball into dating all on their own. At least, that’s how you hoped that they were going to snowball. The worries began to pile up as you got to work making the drinks. 

Nobunaga was a handsome guy with his angular features, fit form, and his glossy hair. The only downside to him was probably how radically his emotions could go from one end of the spectrum to the other but that was easily avoidable (at least you thought it was, there were several people who dined to disagree but you simply assured yourself that it was because of something they did. Not Nobu. Never Nobu). He could have any person in the world that he wanted if he really wanted- what was stopping him from pursuing someone prettier, more charismatic, more successful than you? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. 

There was a level of anxiety that shook in your fingers as you had finished Nobu’s and your tea, stirring honey in the calming herbal mix. 

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your wits. Your mind was wondering again. You need to stop before Nobu thinks something’s wrong because you won’t be able to control your tongue if he does. 

You nod to yourself before going to pick up the two mugs just to stop as a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and a sharp chin rests against the junction of your shoulder. “What’s wrong?” Fuck.

“Nothing- nothing’s wrong.”

“Now, now,” he started to lean his whole body weight against you, causing you to catch yourself on the counter. “ Lying ain’t a good look for you and we both know it.” 

There was a certain edge to his voice that made your blood freeze. You had only heard it once or twice, just towards guys who didn’t know when to quit hounding and couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Never at you. 

You licked your lips, squeezing your eyes shut as you willed your knees not to shake. “I-I’m not lying, Nobu-”

He shifted his feet, pressing himself even harder against your back, like he was trying to become a second skin. “Lying doesn’t look good on you.” He repeated, squeezing his arms around your stomach. Hard.

You wheezed, hands scrambling to hold onto his arms. Though, you made no attempt to pull him off. It was so fucked up how you were relishing in how close he was despite how angry he was at you. You just wanted to be held by him- be close to him- you wanted to be as important to him as he was to you. You just wanted to melt into him. 

What a horrible friend you were.

Your chest burned like you had ran a marathon and suddenly the world was spinning and your eyes were stinging with tears that rested heavy on your lashes. How pathetic. 

Hearing a sniffle come from you, something seemed to snap Nobunaga out of his frustrations. “Hey, you ok?” He began to loosen his hold on you, muscles relaxing until your shaking hands squeezed his wrists. 

“No…” You whimpered, “no, please- please don’t let go.”

You sounded so weak and frail. It made Nobunaga’s heart leap to his throat. He squeezed his arms around you again, much more gently compared to a few moments ago, but enough for you to know he had no intentions of leaving. 

It was a couple of moments until you stopped shaking. By this point, you were leaning back against him, hands still resting on his as he held you. His face nestled against your neck. “You feelin’ ok to talk?” 

He wasn’t letting this go, was he? You took a deep breath, releasing it as you nodded against the side of his head. 

He pulled away from you slowly until his face was level with your peripheral. His eyes were dark and observant. “What’s wrong?” 

Your throat felt tight again, but you still forced yourself to talk. “I- you- what… would you…” you lick your lips. “Would you date me? If I asked you out?” Your hands were sweating and you looked away, instead, focusing on the smooth skin of his arms, running your fingers over the sparse hairs. 

When he didn’t answer you began to shift, uncomfortable on your feet. Your skin feeling like it was boiling. This was stupid. You were stupid. You just ruined your friendship with Nobunaga. You’d never be able to see him again- you’d just have to sit like some stranger while he moved on with someone that was on his level- someone who was prettier, more talented- better than you. He was going to leave you behind and take your bleeding heart with him-

“I don’t get it.” You felt a sudden dread rest deep in your chest. He sounded mad. “Why do you always talk like that? Like we aren’t dating already?”

Huh?

Before you can voice anything, his hands come slamming on your counter, once again caging you. You can see the veins pulse on the side of his temple, frown deep as he seethes: “you think I act like this with everyone? Think that I get like this-” one of his hands glides down your spine, a gasp leaving you as when he grabs your ass in a tight grip and presses your hips hard against his. You gape. He’s hard. He’s so, so hard- “with everyone?” He begins to grind against you, hot breath moist against your cheeks as he huffs in frustration. Your hands scramble to hold onto his shirt, head spinning with too many things at once. “I only get this fucking hard with you- it fucking- oh, fuck- do you know how hard it is not to grab you and shove you face first into the closest surface I can? Not to rip you apart? You’re like- like a damn lamb: dumb and oblivious to everything around you-” he grunts when you hike your leg up on his hip (or try to, it’s a bit of an awkward endeavor considering how close he’s pressed against you). 

You’re desperate. You want more of his demeaning words. You want more and more of his attention. You want him to sink his teeth into you and rip you apart. Your blood boiling with white, hot want. “‘M sorry-” you gasp as you begin to rock your hips back against his; sloppy and uncoordinated. “‘M sorry, I didn’t notice. I was-” a moan wretches out of your throat. You crane your head back, the expanse of your neck presented to Nobu, who wastes no time pressing wet, open mouthed kisses against your salty skin. “You’re just so beautiful, there was no way you’d want to go out with someone like me-”

A growl comes from deep within his throat. His hands have come to dig into your hips, guiding you to grind harder against him. “You're so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid- you’re mine. Mine. No one gets to see you like this.” He crushes his lips against yours. The kiss is all teeth and tongue- a mess of passion and repressed frustrations. 

You couldn’t get enough.

“‘M yours. ‘M yours-” you chant against his mouth, head spinning, close to the precipice of an orgasm. Teetering on a precarious line that, whichever way you end up tipping, you’ll be drowning in the euphoria of having Nobunaga suffocating you in his affections. 

He lets out a loud moan, all guttural and masculine, it has your legs trembling. He uses one hand to squeeze your cheeks, swirling his tongue with yours in a sloppy french kiss that has drool dripping from the corners of your mouth. “You’ve been mine since I laid eyes on you.” He pants, his forehead resting against yours, his hips coming to a stop. You whine at the loss of friction, the leg that is still hooked over his hip trembling with leftover electricity. He chuckles, pressing pecks to your lips. “I’m not letting you go.” You envy how even his voice despite having humped you like a dog in heat only a moment ago.

You nod, not trusting your voice. You would give him anything he asked for. Whatever to keep him near you. 

So, you follow him, with your heartbeat pulsing in your ears, as he pulls on your wrists towards the couch, tearing your clothes from your body. You accept that he’s going to tear you apart with open arms.

[wordsbymae]

The Mad King Pt.2 18+

Title: The First Night

Pairing: OC (male) x Fem! reader

TW: Discussion of death, slapping, crying, DUB CON!!!!!! Talks of pregnancy, breeding (don't look at me with those judgy eyes), aggression, manhandling, misogyny, crybaby reader (it is justified, also I cry at everything so I thought that it would be a natural reaction), also might have taken some liberties and made reader a girly girl but it's my story so sit down and have fun. Hopefully, you don't find it annoying. If I missed anything please tell me!

Notes: Please, please, please read TW^^^, This one is gonna be much darker than what I have ever written before, so while it might not be as dark as other content creators or what you would imagine it would be, I would feel much better if everyone still read the tags and would their own discretion to proceed or not.

Part 1, Alphabet

You were trying to decide between a sky blue chiffon evening gown and a lilac silk day dress. They each had their own advantages and disadvantages. The chiffon gown had strings of diamonds floating from the top of the sleeves down to your waist, gently enveloping your arms. When they hit the light it gave the impression that you were bathed in a silver halo and the material was made in such a way that it kept you cool. But it was heavy and was more of a sitting dress. Standing for too long, or lord forbid, dancing, was out of the question. The first and only time you danced with it on, the diamonds scraped your skin as you twirled and you ended up having deep red marks littering your arms. The lilac silk day dress had gorgeous lace trim detailing flowers and vines and the colour made your skin look fresh and glowing. It was also light enough you almost felt like you were wearing nothing. But it was made for cooler weather and it stuck to your skin and left sweat marks up your back in warmer climates. Today the castle felt cool, but you could feel the heat radiating from your glass windows as you pondered the choice.

If only your fiance had told you what he had planned for this evening, then you would be able to choose a practical and reasonable dress. Why is it that men do not understand the need for foresight? All he had mentioned was a few hours alone, (including your chaperone of course) to get to know each other before your wedding in a week's time. But what if that meant a picnic in the gardens (then the sky blue chiffon gown was the obvious choice) or a wander through the palace art displays (then the lilac sky day dress would be the most reasonable solution) or something completely different like a ride through the forest (then you had nothing to wear and everything would be ruined).

In a huff, you slammed your closet shut and allowed yourself to fall back onto your bed. Its soft embrace comforted you, if only by a little bit. You had finished decorating your hair with ribbons and painting your face a few short minutes ago in preparation for the King's return. He promised to only be gone a few hours while hunting with his brother, but he had been gone all morning and now into the majority of the afternoon. A part of you was worried, what if he got hurt? What if he had returned but no longer wished for your company? What if he no longer wanted you as queen? These anxieties plagued you as you lay on your bed in the afternoon light. Just in your chemise, the sunlight felt pleasant against your skin. For a brief moment, You allowed its gentle heat to soothe your worries away and lull you into a light rest.

The sudden sound of trumpets and men calling for the return of the King rushed into your room. Jumping up with a squeal of excitement you rushed over to your closet and ripped it open. Oh, what to wear!!! You knew the king would be coming to see you soon and you had to be all dressed up for him. At first, you were hesitant to get to know the King, hearing tales of how cruel his father had been. But he had been nothing but polite and kind. You even started to become friends. While kindness was a lot more than many women received, you still wanted more. You wanted him to love you. If anything he was too polite and kind. Always keeping his hands a safe distance away unless to help you from your carriage. Always keeping the conversation on international politics, trade, weather and hobbies. If it wasn't for the love letters you would think he had no intention of allowing love to blossom between you two.

The letters began shortly after you arrived and spoke in lengths of your beauty and grace. Of how your skin glowed in the sun and how you rivalled its brilliance. He spoke of your intelligence and cunning. Of your humour and wit. He also spoke of what your life would look like after you two had wed, of all the children you would have. He described to you a fairy tale and oh how it made you fall in love with him. Now you were desperate for him to say those words in the flesh. Maybe it would be tonight, away from the prying eyes of the courters.

As you continued to fret over which dress to wear, you heard the cries of long live the king rise in the air. Oh, how his people loved him! He was a generous and righteous ruler. Finally, you made your decision. A pale cream afternoon gown, with multiple layers of the softest fabric you had ever felt. While it was not as extravagant as your other gowns, it was a favourite of the king. He had mentioned it a number of times in his letters. He had written that the first time he had seen you wear it, he honestly believed an angel had graced his presence.

You listened intently as you heard the servants rush around in the halls outside. He must be close! You quickly got changed and redid any mishaps to your hair and face. Once satisfied, you sat gracefully on the end of your bed and waited for your future love to politely knock on the door to ask to be let in.

A few minutes passed by. Each making you more restless. Surely he should be here soon? You began to daydream of your future husband. Oh, how handsome he was! So strong and brave. He was the best swordsman in the Kingdom, often displaying his talents during the tournaments. You wondered if he would bring you any gifts. Maybe some strawberries or those little cakes you liked. Maybe a string of pearls or a ring of opals. All though if you were being honest you would much prefer another letter of his. He was much more poetic in writing, comparing you to a mountain stream or the petals of a daisy. Harsh footsteps began to make their way towards your room. It's him! You straightened your back and placed a lovely smile on your face ready to allow his presence in your bed chambers.

Instead, the door cracked open and an intruder stood in the doorway. You looked on in confusion as the King's younger (and weirder) brother marched in. His clothes, usually refined and meticulously well kept, were drenched in water and mud, filth falling from him as he made his way towards you.

You jumped up quickly to scold him.

"Oh stop! Stop it! You are leaving filth everywhere!" You exclaimed, gathering your dress in your hands and pushing past him to gaze in horror at the disaster before you. He abruptly stopped and looked on as you surveyed the damage. Boot-shaped mud patches decorated your floor, dirt was sprinkled everywhere and small puddles of water were forming. Oh and the smell! He smelt like death! Putting your hands on your cheeks you turned towards him as he stood silently in the middle of your room.

"Oh, now you're standing on my carpet! My fleece carpet! Oh, get off! Get off!" You cried, rushing towards him to yank him off your once pure white carpet and back on your hardwood flooring. You quickly let go however when you felt how damp his arm was.

"What on earth happened to you? and where is your brother? He is meant to be taking me on an outing." You huffed as you carefully wiped the grot from your hands onto a hand towel. Despite your questioning, he stayed silent, with an odd look on his face.

"Why must you torment me so? Yesterday I found you loitering outside my room and now you've barged in and ruined it!" You turned to him with your hands on your hips. You watched as he turned his head slightly to the right as if he heard something and was trying to listen better.

"Well, would you care to explain yourself? " You demanded, with a stern look on your face. This was crossing a line! You could excuse loitering and the glares he sent your way. You could even forgive that he always stole your fiance away when you were together! The silly excuses he would give, there's a problem with the ministers, a bear has escaped the palace zoo, a trade deal has fallen through! He clearly has never liked you.

You waited for a reply that would never come. Instead, he reached for your legs and threw you over his shoulder. You gave a squeal and began to attack his back with your pounding fists.

"You brute! Put me down this instance! You wait till your brother hears of this! You'll never lay a hand on me again!" Your voice only grew in fever and pitch as you went on.

"My brother is indisposed at the present moment" He stated, his voice prim and proper.

You let out a scream of frustration as he took you from your room and marched down the hall.

"This isn't a game! Release me! As your future queen, I demand you put me down now!" You continued to pound your fists against him.

You gave out a whine as his arm tightened around you.

"Enough" he demanded, his voice like steel.

Tears of frustration began to pool in your eyes. You gave out a sniffle as you slowed your hands to a halt.

"Please will you put me down? " You pleaded, quickly wiping away tears that began to roll down your cheeks.

"Please?"

"No"

A scream of frustration ripped from your lungs.

"Let me go right this second! I am your future Queen and I demand your respect! How dare you place your hands on me? I am to be your brother's Queen and someone like you should never even think of touching me! You don't deserve to!"

Suddenly you were heaved from his shoulder and placed in front of him. For a second you thought that you were finally free. Until his hand cracked against your cheek and pain raced through your face. Your hand quickly went to soothe the pain as tears began to flow freely. You sobbed as he lifted you once more onto his shoulder.

"I said enough"

"Help! Please someone help me! The prince has gone mad!" You sobbed, tears freely pouring down your face and ruining all your hard work by painting it. He continued down the arched hallways, passing servants who quickly scampered away before you could call for them. A flash of silver caught your eye. The Queen's guards! Dressed in their shiny armour and royal blue capes. Your protectors, swearing their lives and loyalty to you, they were under your command, only the King could outrank you.

"Sir! Sir, please save me! Please!" You begged, catching one of their gazes from under their helmet, but they quickly look away. The rest bowed their heads as you passed and refused to look your way. Leaving you to cry out in anguish.

"Why won't any of you do something? Cowards!" You shouted, in total anger and desperation.

Your march ended shortly after, your aggressor slamming opening a door to a large bedroom.

You were once more heaved from his shoulder. Your face still ached from the assault and your nose had begun to block, making it hard to breathe, leaving you gasping for breath between sobs.

" I suppose it has come time to explain myself" He acknowledged.

You stood there in the middle of what you were assuming was his room (not a thing out of place and the curtains looking as if they have refused the sun's rays from entering his rooms for eons) with a hand on your cheek bawling your eyes out.

"Oh come now pet, is that really the way a princess should act?"He chastised. His hands were placed behind his back and his stance was wide and assertive

"You hit me" you whimpered.

"Let us forget the past and look now into the future" he chuckled.

You gave him a strange look, there was something wrong with his face. You did always call him the weird brother.

"What future?" you sniffled. Your tears had slowly stopped and the ache in your cheek was residing

"Why! Our future of course. As King and Queen!" He cheered. You realised what was wrong with his face, he was smiling. Teeth and all.

"You? King? Are you mad?" you scoffed.

"Quite possibly yes"

"Your brother is King, and I am to be his Queen, not yours," you remarked. He was very strange indeed. But all would be right, the King would be coming for you any second now and you would watch in happiness as he punished his brother and those cowards called the Queen's Guards.

"Well, you were to be his Queen. But that was before he was murdered" He reasoned. The smile still stretched across his face.

"Pardon?" you choked. Your hand falling to your side.

"My brother is dead. Murdered. Slaughtered by bandits in the woods. Would you like to hear how he died?"

" Your lying! You must be!" you wailed, fresh tears racing to your eyes.

"Oh no my heart. He is dead. Very much so. In fact, his body should be returning now, would you like to see it?" he offered. His hand reaching out towards his window (the only one with an open curtain).

You rushed towards it, looking out upon the castle courtyard. Sure enough, the King's limp body was being carted into the courtyard. His eyes open and mouth gaping wide. The peasants mourned for their king, weeping and crying, as he passed them. You let out a wail of anguish and fell to your knees. Head in your hands.

"I adore this dress. It makes you look like an angel"

Your cries slowly retreated. Confusion laceing your mind. Lifting your head from your hands you replied.

"Pardon?"

"This dress, it makes you look like an angel. I still remember the first time I saw you in it, you looked like an angel gracing my presence" his smile retreated back down to a smirk.

"Why would you say that?" you accused.

"Because it is the truth my pet"

"Don't call me that, I am not your pet" You barked, eyes narrowed. His brother was dead and he decided to play games with you. Reading the letter his brother sent you, how dare he!

"How dare you read the letters your brother sent me? How did you get into my room? Did those cowards who call themselves knights let you in?" You growled, tears starting to dry on your face.

"I did not need to break into your room, my heart, to know what those letters say. I wrote them"

"Enough! You torment me mercilessly! Your brother, my fiance is dead and you mock me!" you exclaimed, rising onto your feet.

" I do not mock you for it is the truth. Just as every word I wrote to you is the truth. But may we discuss this for another day? We have much more important things to discuss" he scoffed, waltzing over to his dresser to remove his jacket and riding gloves.

"What is there to discuss? I do not have the time nor the effort for the likes of you" you snarled, tears softly rolling down, rewetting dried routes.

"You have no time for your King and future husband?"

Shock passed through you and left you speechless.

"Why so surprised? I was my brother's heir, and now his throne needs a king and I need a Queen. Therefore you." He said as he began to remove his hunting boots and socks.

"My father's alliance was between your brother and him, you were never mentioned in the writing" you counted.

"ah but do I look like a man who cares for politics?" he rebutted. "I am King and we will be married"

you watched in horror as he began to remove his shirt

"What are you doing?" you gasped, quickly closing your eyes as his chest was freed from his garments.

"Getting ready to bed my future Queen"

Your eyes flashed open and your stomach turned. Sickness began to make its home inside of you.

"But what of a wedding? You cannot bed me before our wedding!"

A harsh chuckle was ripped from him before his smile faded and his eyes turned cold.

"Enough of this useless chatter, strip and get on the bed" he growled

You stood still but your mind was running wild.

"You must wait for a wedding! You can't take my honour before then, it is unjust and unholy!"

"How can it be unholy when it is in service of your King and Kingdom?" he questioned slowly advancing towards you.

"The sooner we bed the sooner we may be blessed with a child"

"A child?" you stammered.

"Come now, surely you were aware that this was your purpose? Did your mother never tell you what occurs in a marital bed? Fear, not my heart, if you require a lesson in the act of fucking I will be your most dedicated teacher" he mocked.

"Get away from me!" You cried, pushing him away as he neared you. Once more a hand was smacked across your face and new tears flowed.

"I believe I have been more than patient with you Princess, but continue disobeying your King and I will punish you harshly" He scolded.

You stood sobbing, cheek in hand.

"No more tears my heart, there is no reason to fear. I promise to be gentle" he comforted as he wiped tears from your eyes with the pad of a thumb.

"I want to go home!" You heaved, your eyes sore from all the crying.

"What home? You no longer have a home. Your place is by my side" he coldly replied, his previous kindness forgotten as he grabbed the sleeves of your dress and ripped them. Leaving your corset and chemise open to his eyes (I don't how old-timey clothes work nor what era I've even based this in).

"Turn around"

You slowly obeyed, wails and hiccups the only sound in the room

"Stop the tears" he grunted as he began to tear at your corset laces and the chemise below. Soon the dress lay in tatters on the ground and your sobs were silent and heart-wrenching.

"A pity the dress is destroyed, but do not fret my pet, I will get you a hundred more gowns if you so desire" he comforted.

Now naked and freezing in the cold room you stood with your arms covering your chest. You stood and shivered.

"Turn"

You followed his instructions, but you wish you hadn't. His eyes feast on your skin and his hands forced your arms down.

"You are the goddess of my heart" he whispered, looking deep into your eyes.

"Now be a good pet and lay on the bed"

You slowly stumbled towards the bed, and once on it, you lay looking up at the ceiling painted with a hundred stars and dozens of planets. You wished more than anything you fly off into the night sky. You could hear him grunt as he unlaced his breeches and joined you on the bed. You slammed your eyes shut as he leaned over you. His arms caging you in. His hand gripped your chin harshly and he ordered you to open your eyes. He forced a kiss upon your lips and he moaned in pleasure. With one hand on your chin, his other gripped your waist harshly as his body weight leaned heavily on you. You could feel his cock twitch against your leg and you grunted in disgust. Mistaking this for pleasure, he continued the assault on your lips and increased the force behind them. His actions became more desperate as the seconds drifted by. He returned his hands beside you as his mouth travelled down your neck to your chest. You yelped in pain as he left small bite marks along your collarbone.

His hand grabbed the meat of your hip and forced your leg to the side. He slotted himself in between your legs and began to rut against you. His lips returned to your mouth and battered against your lips. A pleasurable heat began to make its way to your belly, as his pelvis hit a small part of you that sent thrills racing through you. Wetness made its home between your legs and you let out a confused groan. His hands began their assault again, grabbing and pinching and gripping. one found its home on your hip, gripping tight enough to leave a bruise as he raised himself up.

"It will only hurt for a moment" he panted before his other hand disappeared between you two for a moment before he surged forward.

Hot pain erupted between your legs and you whimpered in pain. If he noticed he made no show of it. He panted and moaned on top of you. His hands were tight on your hips. He moved you to meet him with each thrust. He did not care for your pleasure. You could feel his cock rushing to enter you and rushing back out of your walls. You could feel both pleasure and pain arising in you. Tears began to slip from your eyes. He reached down and wiped them away before giving soft kisses to the corner of your eyes. His thrusts got harsher and his moans deeper. Suddenly he faulted on top and you could feel a warmth spread within you. He slowly removed himself from you and dropped down next to you. You could feel his seed slowly drip from you. You felt him trying to nudge something under you. Lifting your hips, you turned to see him place a pillow under your hips before flopping back down on his back.

"By our Lord's grace, my seed will take" he panted beside you, his hand resting on your womb, as his seed began to leak out of you.

You wished more than anything that it wouldn't.

*I am really really bad at smut*

[bamjio]

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰/ 𝐚 𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚!𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

( Hypersomnia is a condition in which people have excessive daytime sleepiness )

⚠️: yandere behavior, possession/Jealousy, dissociative identity disorder(D.I.D), fluff, reader hates coffee (like me lmao) 

— Viewer discretion advised. 

•   𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 is quite concerned for your health as you sleep 24/7. he knows you can’t help staying awake, and he prefers that you just sleep honestly 

•  he finds it very adorable when you doze off in his shoulder or anywhere that inquires your touch to his.

•  he really loves it when your hug his arms/bicep and rest your head into his shoulder while you both are exploring.

•  he may seem like a innocent sweet bear, to you. but you’re too oblivious to realize that he is the reason why your friends avoid you 

•  he always tells you to drink coffee to waken up your spirit, but you always refuse. coffee is just a big no for you.

•    𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂 is really observant, that means he predicts when you’ll pass out, or rest. 

•  Marc hates it when you overwork yourself and refuse to sleep, your health matters than everything in the world

•  While he tries to stay away from Steven’s life, he can’t help but take over his body for you, 

•  sometimes most times he lets you sleep on him since he’s not much of a big fan of touching

•  but yet again, he hates it when you sleep with a another person aside from him, the next day the bitch is dead or missing (in his basement) 

Apology if its short, its rushed. in doing this in the middle of my Test 💀 

thanks for reading my angels 💌💌.

[touyastearss]

Pureblood (Kaname x Reader)

Kaname Kuran x Female!Reader

WARNING: dubcon, voyeursim (Zero watches), clit slapping, fingering, possessive behaviour, blood drinking, vampires (obviously), kinda oc/darker kaname

//

Kaname’s voice sounds out again, calm. “Are you afraid of me, Y/N?”

You breathe deeply, and Kaname can feel the rush of your blood beneath his fingers. He listens to the unsteady beat of your heart level out, your body relaxing in his hands as it registers exactly who it is with his hands on you, who has your body pressed up against their own.

“N-no, Kaname.”

“Good,” he comments, with low satisfaction, “I’d never do anything to hurt you. You know that, right?” He asks, softly, awaiting your response.

//

You recline back into Kaname's chest, relaxing your body as his hand draws small circles on your waist, eyes focused entirely on the paperwork that sits at his desk. Being Dorm President has its disadvantages at times, but you'd never heard him complain about the extra work bestowed upon him. He always seems content in the silence the two of you often shared, always insisting you sit on his lap or in his hold. 

The sound of his pen scratching against the paper is soothing, and you find yourself  falling victim to the repercussions of your late nights, eyes flickering open and closed as a sudden lull of fatigue washes over you. Patrols take a lot out of you, and you just don’t seem to have the time to catch up on the missed hours with all the exams you have going on. Your head falls back against his broad chest, and you can feel the vibrations of the quiet laugh he lets out, deep and rich.

"Are you tired, Y/N?" 

Kaname thinks that you're so cute when you're sleepy. He loves the way you cuddle up to him, relying solely on him to protect you in your most vulnerable state. You look so peaceful when your eyes flutter shut, it has a warm smile forming on his lips as he looks down at you, one reserved only for these little intimacies the two of you share. 

You make a small sound of agreement, letting your eyes close fully as he shifts to allow you to lay more comfortably, pen still scribbling away. 

“Are you overdoing yourself on patrols again? I told you that you need to prioritise yourself." His voice is a little sterner, but you know he's not angry. "If any of the Night Class are causing you trouble, you’ll tell me, won’t you? I’ll be sure to punish them suitably. "

You’re about to respond, and tell him that your fatigue is not entirely the fault of the Night Class, namely a certain handsome blond, when you suddenly hear his pen halt.

He lets out a sigh, and your eyes flicker open. Before you can turn to figure out what's wrong, he speaks.

"Or I wonder if perhaps your fatigue is thanks to a certain member of the disciplinary committee who can’t seem to do his job without distraction."

You frown a little at his words, but it clicks as you hear the sound of the doors opening downstairs. There's some muffled voices- no doubt Aido protesting Zero's unprecedented arrival- and then silence. You can hear the rushed footsteps of Zero as he approaches from the stairs, and the sound of the oak doors slamming open is so deafening in comparison to the previous quiet of the study that it makes you violently jump. Kaname’s eyes fall onto you, narrowing at your reaction, before trailing slowly over to the white haired man standing in his doorway.

Zero is focused entirely on your body, held between Kaname’s arms. His eyes harden, and the pure fury in his eyes sends a shiver up your spine. The atmosphere is so different now, and once again you're wide awake, desperately trying to figure out what’s going on.  

"I told you to stay away from her, you filthy vampire." Zero spits out, a knot forming in his stomach at the sight of you so close to the pureblood, the very enemy of all humans. It makes him furious, burning with rage and envy. He can’t understand how you could be with one of them, how you could betray him and all your morals.

Kaname is unfazed, body still as he simply watches the other man speak with that look on his face that Zero detests so much - like everyone is below him, that nobody is worthy. Nobody except you. 

Zero has hated the dark haired man since the moment he set eyes on him. Even as a child, he understood that the young man that came to visit his new family was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Hate clouded his vision, spreading to poison you and the headmaster in it- a friend of his enemy was an enemy too. He saw you that way for a longer time than he’d ever admit, through the eyes of a hate that lasted for years, slowly broken down by your relentless care for him. He hated you. But now he pities you. Despite his words, he knows you’re too sweet, too naive to see through Kuran’s persona. There’s no way one of them could love a human. No way that he could deserve you. He won’t let you fall into his trap.

You’re frozen from the pure blood lust that Zero has in his eyes, more uncontrollable than you’ve ever seen him before. But Kaname still remains composed, eyes never leaving the white-haired man as he places his pen down on the wooden desk.

“Get your fucking hands off of her. I don’t give a shit if you’re a pureblood, Kuran. You’re still a sick fucking monster, just like the rest of your type.” He spits, moving forward to where you sit and focusing on the way Kaname’s arm has tightened around your waist, protectively. It makes a vein in his forehead twitch; how dare he act like Zero is the one endangering you right now?

“Am I really?” His voice is calm.

“Yeah, you fucking are.” Zero spits, reaching back, and you recognise the way he rears to attack, his body weight thrown backwards, prepared to swing his fist. 

“And you’re so different?”

You’re shocked at the speed that Zero halts in his tracks, centimetres away from the desk. His eyes are wide with shock and rage. You don’t understand what Kaname means, but clearly the two know something you don’t, and whatever it is, it’s enough to throw even Zero out of his enraged state.

The tension between the two men has always been palpable at best, and you're no stranger to Zero's antagonising ways, but it's rare for Kaname to entertain his behaviour, usually preferring to brush it off with a disapproving amusement. 

“Zero, what-”

You’re cut off as Kaname pulls you back against his chest, a singular hand coming up to encircle your throat. He doesn’t press down, only curves his fingers round the width of your neck. Your eyes widen, shocked by the sudden movement. 

Your eyes flicker to the side to try and catch sight of the man behind you, but you can’t see his face from where he has your body held. Instinctively, your frame tenses, and your heart beats a little faster, a sudden spike of fear flooding through your veins. 

Kaname has never held you so hostally, always treating you with the utmost care. But now his grip is tighter, and you’re reminded of the few previous instances of his sudden possessiveness over you. 

“Your pulse has sped up, Y/N.” Kaname observes, out loud. You can’t see the way he stares past you to challenge Zero as he speaks, eyes cold. The white haired man is still standing in the same spot, but his attention is directed on the cage of Kaname’s fingers round your neck, his middle finger tapping lightly on the spot Zero knows to be your artery. 

Kaname’s voice sounds out again, calm. “Are you afraid of me, Y/N?”

You breathe deeply, and Kaname can feel the rush of your blood beneath his fingers. He listens to the unsteady beat of your heart level out, your body relaxing in his hands as it registers exactly who it is with his hands on you, who has your body pressed up against their own.

“N-no, Kaname.”

“Good,” he comments, with low satisfaction, “I’d never do anything to hurt you. You know that, right?” He asks, softly, awaiting your response.

You do. You do know it. You owe your life to Kaname.

You try to nod, movements slightly prevented by his grip. 

His head lifts, clearly satisfied with your answer, to stare back at the other man. Kaname’s lips twitch a little at the corner, forming into a dark smirk that even Zero knows to be uncharacteristic. 

“Can you smell her?”

And then suddenly, he speaks.

Your brows furrow as you register that he’s now addressing Zero. You look at your classmate, noticing the way he’s staring so intensely at the two of you. You wonder why he hasn’t moved further forwards, staying firmly in the same spot as before. He was so angry mere moments ago, you can’t understand what it is that has him rooted to the spot?

Zero’s eyes focus on the way Kaname’s long fingers flex playfully around your neck, applying light pressure in random spots. It’s shameful, but you can feel your body heat up at his ministrations, trying to remain unfazed in the presence of your classmate and adopted brother. 

But Zero has noticed. He sees the way your eyes widen slightly as Kaname leans down, dragging his lips over your neck, slowly, planting soft kisses on the skin. He notices the way your hand fists the material of your skirt as you try to keep your breathing steady. He sees the smile that Kaname dons, only ever visible in your presence, and serving to anger him even further. 

But he can’t do anything. 

Because he can smell you. Your scent is filling the room and it’s becoming suffocating for him. He doesn’t want you to see this side of him, he wants to keep his filthy secret as far from you as possible. He should’ve known Kaname would play dirty, he should never have believed a vampire would be anything but manipulative.  

Kaname’s teeth have come to rest on your skin - you can feel the point of his canines threatening to pierce through the surface. His tongue comes out, lips slightly sucking onto the spot, fueling the fire in your stomach, before his teeth finally break the surface of your skin. 

Zero sucks in a sharp breath, and your fluttering eyes catch sight of the way his stance instantly changes. His jaw clenches, muscles tensing, and his gaze is now focused on the spot on your neck that’s bleeding a thin stream of red down your throat. 

You notice, with alarm and a sudden, tragic understanding, the difference.

Zero’s lavender eyes are pulsing darker, wide and frenzied. His hands are balled into shaking fists that he holds by his side. His breathing is erratic. 

To anyone else, it’s hardly a recognisable change. But to you, to your trained eyes and years of knowledge, it's terrifyingly evident. 

You don’t know how it happened. You don’t know when it happened.

"Do you see that, Y/N?" Kaname whispers in your ear. His voice is low, and a shiver wracks through your entire body. You wonder how long Kaname has known for. There’s an ache in your heart at the thought of the two men keeping it from you. The thought of Zero suffering alone in silence. The realisation that with every hateful word he directed at the Night Class, he was berating himself. You can’t even begin to imagine how much he has suffered.

Why didn’t they tell you?

 "He's a monster." Kaname whispers. Your eyes flicker back to Zero. He looks deranged, truly deranged, and you can’t help the slight flinch in your body as your eyes make contact.

 “Look at him shaking, he can’t control himself. He wants to sink his teeth into your neck,” his tongue traces over the wound he inflicted, “he just wants to use you.”

You don’t speak. You don’t argue. The look on your face breaks Zero’s heart. You’re staring at him like somewhere deep down inside you, you truly believe Kaname’s words. Like he’s just another Level E, crazed by his lust for blood.

"He doesn't care about you." Kaname mumbles against your skin, his mouth still attached to your neck. His teeth scrape against your skin as he places soft kisses against your throat.

"K-Kaname," you whimper, as you feel his tongue on your skin once again, "s-stop, not here, I-"

The bass in his voice vibrates against your skin in a low groan, and your thighs instinctively clench, a hand reaching up to grip at his wrist. You feel the sharp pricks of his fangs as he nips at your skin, and you can’t keep down the low whimpers that you emit, your own arm trembling as you struggle to hold your own weight. 

Zero’s teeth grit, spitting out his words as he tries not to let his eyes dart down to where your skirt has ridden up over your thighs. 

"Kuran,” he growls, “leave her alone, she's not-"

Kaname’s lips detach from your neck with a loud, wet sound. The spot his lips had covered is cold in the air, and you instinctively reach out to him again, wanting the heat of his mouth back against you, despite your shame of being seen.

Kaname turns his head to face Zero, the neutral expression he held previously now darkened from the interruption of his actions. 

“Do not speak, Kiryuu,” the vampire spits with a dark venom in his voice. You can only watch with growing haze in your vision as Zero’s mouth shuts closed. His eyes watch in exasperation as Kaname’s hands travel between your legs, and your mind quickly succumbs to his control, overwhelmed by your own lustful urges that Kaname’s touch has sparked. 

When his fingers slip beneath the material of your underwear, the corners of his lips twitch. You’re soaking, but it’s no surprise, the scent of your arousal has been heavy in the room for a while. Only the slightest glance at Zero is enough to confirm that it’s affecting him too, his eyes instinctively dragging him to watch Kaname as he circles your sensitive clit with his finger, contently watching your expression as he teases your clit in front of the man you hold so dear.

Kaname has never liked Zero, but he’s tolerated him for your sake, despite the irritation that grows in his mind with every second you defend him. Every time you turned your back on him with the silver haired man at your side, Kaname felt a pure hot rush of envy seep through his calm facade. 

Zero is not a threat to him. He never will be and he never could be. But you, you are. A threat to his power, a threat to his mind with your soft stares and your sweet voice as you plead for him to ‘not make a big scene’.

But Kaname does make a big scene of the way his fingers spread your lips apart, allowing Zero to see the wet stickiness of your cunt as his fingers peentrate your hole. He scissors his fingers, allowing the stickiness of your arousal to web between his fingers, before plunging them back in again. 

The steady click, click of his fingers as they leave your cunt is shameful, but Kaname is unaffected, and your eyes are clenched shut, choosing to forget the situation as you trap your lower lip with your teeth in an attempt to silence the loud moan that builds up in your throat. 

Zero doesn’t know why he won’t move. It’s Kaname, no doubt, with his pureblood abilities. He’s seen the man torture other vampires with nothing but a look, leave them screaming and wailing beneath him as he averts his attention elsewhere. Even as he averts his attention to your sopping pussy, pistoning his fingers in and out. 

But something deep down inside of Zero tells him that perhaps the reason is something more entirely human. He watches your eyes glaze over in pleasure as your legs shake, completely pliant under his enemy's hand, and he can’t help but feel his cock pulse. 

He’s had so many fantasies about you before; taking you on a patrol and fucking you against the nearest wall, bending you over your desk and fucking you dumb. Ruining you in front of your precious Kaname.

In his head, he had always been the one fucking you in front of the vampire. But even now, as the roles are reversed, he can’t help but enjoy what’s in front of him.  You’re so fucking perfect, your moans are so hot and the gargled whimpers you let out around the fingers that Kaname shoves in your mouth have him seething in envy. He just wants to grab you by the hair and fuck your throat-

“Are you enjoying this, Kiryuu?”

Zero’s eyes are forced from the sight of your dripping to the smirk of the man before him. 

“You’re a sick fuck.” Zero spits out.

“No sicker than you.” Kaname returns. “How many times have you wanted to be inside her cunt?” His fingers curl inside you, hammering up against your walls, and your thighs tense as your orgasm hits.

Your hips buck up, chasing the pleasure as raw heat burns inside of you. “Kaname, Kaname, oh my God.” Kaname’s smirk grows as you beg for him, enjoying the look of envy on Zero’s face as you grab at his sleeves with your fingers. 

Kaname allows you only a moment before his fingers return to their pace, and you’re thrown back into throes of pleasure again.

“If it were up to me you’d have been disposed of long ago like the rest of your type.” 

Kaname’s eyes remain dully on Zero as he speaks, despite the way you shake in his hold. The mocking echo of Zero’s past words hangs heavy in the air.

“There is only one reason I have allowed you to live, despite your evident lack of self-control.” Kaname sneers his words as he notes the way Zero’s body is trembling, eyes bloodshot and jittery, like the humans he has seen destroy themselves over and over again.

But Zero is no longer human. 

“The only reason you’re standing here right now, the only reason I’m allowing you to be standing in my presence, is because Y/N wishes so.”

You whine again at the mention of your name, and let out a high-pitched squeak when Kaname’s fingers pull out suddenly, slapping down once on your clit. You can’t even hear what he’s saying anymore, the blood is rushing through your head so loudly. 

His fingers return to your cunt. "K-Kaname-" you begin again, but you're silenced by his lips falling on yours, pulling you into a deep kiss, allowing his teeth to nip at your lip. He groans, pulling away again, adjusting your body. 

“Let him watch.”

You don’t fight back against Kaname when he leans back in his chair, your body following his own, head tilting upwards. Your eyes flicker open, consciousness returning as Zero’s face fills your vision. 

The rush of heat in your stomach at the sigh of his face tells you that deep down you want him to watch. You want him to see the way your arousal drips down your thighs as Kaname works his fingers inside of you, coaxing a second orgasm from you.

You want him to see your shiny cheeks and swollen lips as you cry from the overstimulation, clenching down on his fingers as you buck wildly, screams silenced by the fingers that enter your mouth to press against your tongue. 

"U-uh,” the saliva builds up in your mouth and you cough, Kaname removing his fingers to allow you to breathe.

"What do you say, Y/N?" He questions, his eyes still trained on Zero. He wants to show him that it’s too late. That he lost, after everything. That nobody could ever make you fall apart beneath them in the way that you do for him, and that he will never allow anybody else to have the chance. Kaname claimed you a long time ago, and now you need to prove that you belong to him,

You do, of course. His deep voice sends a chill through your body as you desperately speak. "I love you!" You rush out, with shallow breaths, just as he presses against your clit once again, and you cum, for the third time that evening. Your vision blanks as a clear liquid spurts out around Kaname’s fingers, staining the material of your skirt and the fabric of Kaname’s trousers.

“IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou-” You chant as he rides you through the orgasm, and then your chest heaves, exhausted as you inhale. Your eyes flicker shut, leaning back against Kaname’s chest as fatigue hits you.

Zero snaps out of it at the sight of your dazed form, scrutinised under Kaname’s gaze as he watches the silver haired man register his own actions. Kaname relishes in the disgust that takes over Zero’s features, finally aimed at nobody but himself. He loves the way the younger man looks disgusted, entirely ashamed of himself. The way his eyes widen, clutching his hair as he turns, staggering, to leave the room. 

Kaname is satisfied by your soft breaths in his arms. 

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Downfall | Yan! Ayato

yandere Ayato x fem! Reader

Pt. 1

Warnings: general yandere themes, obsessive and possessive thoughts/behaviors, mention of verbal abuse, implied power abuse, mention of blood and vomit, minor character death, stalking, implied threats/past threats, self-harm (nothing major nor was it done in a way that was supposed to cause injury knowingly), broken rips, mention of a one-sided fight. Tell me if I miss anything please.

disclaimer: I do NOT condone any of the toxic or dangerous thoughts and behaviors that take place in this piece of fiction. None of these actions and  thoughts should be considered romantic or even normal as they extremely toxic and dangerous. 

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!

Reader used to be a crazy stalker and it bites her in the ass.

A/N: I spent days on this only to end up with 5 pages.

Unedited.

Wordcount: 2588k

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You used to be obsessed with him.

With the way his light blue hair would sway in the wind and bounce with very step he took. The way his eyes would light up and turn into purple gems whenever he saw something he was interested in. The polite smile he would show the people whenever he made one of his rare appearances. The fresh scent of rain that followed him everywhere and left traces of it behind. A handsome young man who held so much power in the palm of his hand yet was treated as a puppet.

You used to be obsessed with him, Kamisato Ayato.

No, to be completely honest, you were obsessed with the idea of him, rather than the real him. Flesh and bones that you couldn’t touch, the voice you barely, if ever, heard, eyes that never looked at you – all of it didn’t cease your longing for the man for a good while. A lovesick fool who let her interest become an obsession over a man she only shared one simple conversation with. If you could even call it that.

It was nothing more than an exchange of words for politeness.

Yet it somehow fueled your curiosity about the man. Maybe it was the thought of a silly romance like ones you’ve bought in the form of light novels. Giggling at the thought of a forbidden romance that would survive no matter what came there way. Desperate for something to distract you from the bleak life you led, you emerged yourself in them. And, unfortunately, after a while, you were a bit too influential.

Reality and fiction started to mix, and before long, you became obsessed with it. With him.

The way you met could be called romantic. But considering what took place afterwards – obsessing over him, becoming his stalker – it wasn’t. It was the start of something painful, dark and twisted. It was the start of your downfall.

You still remember it, sadly – accidentally bumping into him as you sneaked out from your house. You were younger then, young and hardheaded. Still are, but not to the same degree, and certainty not over the same thing. Apparently, he was also sneaking out, if what he said was true. He held a finger up to his lips, prompting you to keep it a sweet little secrete between the two of you. Of course, you agreed – it was a rebellion, in a way.

It made a wildfire grow in you; blooming flowers that couldn’t be kept tamed anymore. It made you feel alive and was like a scene out of a light novel. It distracted you from your jaded day-to-day life.

And you clung onto it like it was your lifeline.

Looking back at it, you supposed that it was normal to feel butterflies futtering away in your chest. He was your first ‘love’, first secret to be kept, first experience that didn’t involve behaving like the perfect daughter. And if it had stopped there, simple daydreams of starting a secret relationship with him without acting on it, it would have been fine. But it didn’t stop there, instead it grew like weeds that were sapping up everything that made you, well, you.

You became a deranged stalker, constantly trying to find ways to get closer to him. To make him notice you, any attention considered good, even if it was disgust You wanted his eyes on you, thoughts full of you – you wanted to haunt like a nightmare that was treated as salvation. Like he was to you.

His downfall, his savior, it didn’t matter – you just wanted to be part of his life. And, well, it was obvious that something was on your mind. That you had changed, like a Yokai had possessed you over night. And it could have been that you wished it was. Something – someone – else to take the blame for you.

But it wasn’t.

Letters and gifts that were addressed to him that should have been ripped apart and burned. Catching a glance of him whenever he made one of his rare public appearances, engraving the sight to memory, his white suit always standing out among dull colors of the crowd. Eyes that held nothing but obsession that belonged to you – it makes you sick. All of your past actions make your stomach churn, shame and embarrassment filling you up like water.

There was more that you did. More extreme things that almost claimed your life:

Attempting to join the Yashiro Commission.

Now, in the present, you question how come you were never arrested for charges of stalking. Of how you weren’t watched like a hawk, making sure you didn’t make any unusual or dangerous movements that could pose a threat. You should have been on a watch list, if not thrown in jail.

It was only later that you would find out that yes, you were watched. You were tracked like prey, the predator waiting for the perfect chance to strike. You didn’t notice the stares back then, didn’t hear the light footsteps that would surround you, only wondering why it felt eerie even during the day. Red flags always look normal when you’re wearing rose-tinted glasses.

Extreme training that left you sore for days, broken limps and black eyes – a sacrifice you were willing to make back then. The Yashiro Commission was looking for new recruits, and despite not having any talent for ninjutsu or combat, you tried your luck. The training program took you in, expecting you to improve at least enough to officially join. But you never did, always lagging behind like a snail racing against a fox.

You weren’t suited for the Yashiro Commission and the Yashiro Commission wasn’t suited for you.

Denial can be a scary thing. It can make someone refuse to see the errors of their ways, continuing to ruin themselves for something that wasn’t even worth a second of their time. And you were full of denial after the first time of failing the test. And the second time that left you with bruises for days, the third time you were knocked out for days. You just kept… failing over and over again

And each and every time, you would beg for another chance, on your hands and knees with your forehead almost touching the ground. They would accept every time, and looking back at it now, you’re not sure if it was because they pitied you or because they were under orders to do so. The second one makes more sense, was more likely, just by the looks they would share with each other – uncertainty that stained their eyes like dye. Your dignity was thin and snapped easily whenever it came to anything that remotely involved that man.

Dignity that slowly but surely came back throughout the years, the less obsessed you became whenever you bothered to think about it. It was three years you spent chasing and stalking Ayato, questioning yourself. Did you really want this? Or did you clung onto something that felt different without real cause? It consumed your thoughts, constantly trying to justify your behavior only to doubt yourself moments after.

The clearer your thoughts became, the more you started to act like your past self – lively, social, friendly. Logical.

And then, the incident that helped you make your final decision.

It was a training exercise that went terribly wrong. An ambush of Treasure Hoarders that singled out the newbies – or least skilled – and lured them away from the main group. But it should have been obvious, from how the wind felt, the extra pair of footsteps that tried to align with yours – suspicious. But you didn’t say anything, thinking it was part of the exercise. Mistake number one.

Mistake number two was when you separated from rest of the group when you heard someone calling for you. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back, right? It was a gamble, what you would come across, a gamble you thought was harmless, only to get beaten so had you came out alive with two broken ribs and a black eye. The taste of blood, dirt and vomit engraved itself into your memory, never forgetting it even months after the fact. Even now, sometimes you think you can hear your ribs crack again.

An arrow engulfed with electro, landing straight in the treasure hoarder’s chest, a gloved hand that covered your eyes as a smooth voice told you to rest – Kujou Sara was the one who rescued you. Apparently, her and her trope was in patrol and just happened to overhear the commotion. A miracle? Was it something he planned? You’re not sure.

You’d like to think it was a miracle, that General Kujou wouldn’t listen to a man like him. A snake that coils itself around you, strangling you. Each breath you take could be your last, each sight you see could turn blind. Each step you take could crippled you. Everything you do was noted down as you were followed. You guess that now, he would claim it was for your safety.

Three months spent in bed, being watched over by a doctor, any sort of freedom gone – like you couldn’t be trusted to stay out of trouble. Perhaps it was here, when you finally accepted the fact, you needed to stop that lifestyle. That the ‘love’ you held for Kamisato Ayato was nothing more than a dangerous obsession. You had lost yourself to the void only to be brought out of it by a close encounter with death. It’s laughable.

You didn’t have any close family, living with a grandmother who was emotionally distant. Verbal abuse that would be replaced with a warm meal, never fully apologizing for what she said or did. One of the reasons you drowned yourself in a sea of light novels and friends, which pointed out that you were getting caught too deep in. You brushed off their worries like dust, a tight smile as you objected. Something else you would soon come to regret.

You left the program with nothing but a letter, handing it to the officer in charge. He took it, read it, and begged you stay. Like he was in fear of his promotion being taken away. You had smiled, squatting down to his height as he bowed on the ground. You pat his head, whisper traveling with the wind as you told him you couldn’t do this anymore.

And you had left, just like that.

And well, recovery from your mental state was quite the journey. Denial, shame, guilt, laughter and cries – it swallowed you whole. It left you awake late at night, staring at the sky filled with shining stars as everyone else was asleep. It cleared you mind, giving you a second chance at life. Peaceful, it was starting to become peaceful.

It only lasted for two months, however.

Letters you wrote that were returned to you in the dead od night, the gifts you made left in cute little boxes that were tied with the finest of silk. Flowers you didn’t even recognize left in front of your door, your name written on a piece of paper – it disturbed you. Horrified and scared you. Because it meant they remembered, knew and wouldn’t let you forget. You were sure of it.

It was a warning.

And now, back to the present, you got your answer.

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“Excuse me, Lord Kamisato,” you try to push past him, only for him to stop you with one simple word. You’ve been bumping into him more lately, these days. You thought it was a coincidence the first few times, finding the Yashiro Commissioner buying boba tea or even giving one of his rare speeches. Handling things behind the scenes was usually what he did, staying away from the prying eyes of the public. According to his sister, miss Ayaka, he was never one to like attention.

Only when it comes from you though, it seems.

“Ah, it’s been a while, (name).” A smile that looks a little too sweet, a look in his eyes that sends chills down your spine. A gloved hand reaches up, removing a Sakura petal from your hair. You want to bite those digits off.

“Has it? I remember quite clearly that we saw each other last week,” hiding your frown behind your sleeve as you play coy. It was the only thing you could do, in a situation like this. If you let your fears of the man overtake you, he’ll get cockier, sly even. If you held your head up high, nose pointed away from him, he resorts to meaner plans. So, you are forced to play coy – not too prideful, but enough of it to where it forces him to take a step back.

This game of cat and mouse drives you insane, leaving you to scream into pillows and pull your hair out like a madwoman.

“Ah… yes, of course. But last week could have been the last time we saw each other –,”

“The weather is nice today. We should enjoy it while it lasts. Individually. It’s nicer that way, isn’t it?” You interrupt him, hands clammy as you hide them behind your back. Your smile holds nothing but bitterness that turns his mood the least bit sour.

“Being alone with your thoughts isn’t always a good thing,” Ayato takes another step towards you, light blue hair shining in the sunlight. He looks like an angel. Shame he was closer akin to a devil or demon.

“My thoughts are better company than many others.” The way his eyes narrows lets you know you’re starting to cross a very thin line. Resentment dwells inside you, the longer you look at him the more power the urge to throttle him becomes. But he’s a vision holder, powerful both in terms of strength and politics. He was a lion while you were a rabbit.

He mulls over what to say next. Perhaps a warning or maybe he’ll offer – force – a tea invitation upon you. Something you can’t reject, lest you’ll be followed by the Shumatsuban more intensely once more. Usually, he would have grabbed a hold of you, and ‘politely’ suggest you take his invitation. But you’re currently surrounded by herds of people, some gawking at the sight and others minding their business.

He still has an image to maintain, willingly or not.

“My lady,” he starts off, a placid smile painting his features. It doesn’t reach his eyes or match his tone. “It would be an honor to take a stroll with you. While the day is beautiful, it pales in comparison to you.” Gently, he takes your hand the moment you show it by instinct, bringing up to his lips to deliver a kiss to the back of it.

It takes everything in you to not gag.

“My Lord… this is inappropriate behavior to display in public.” The hairs stand on the back of your neck. Your body is creaming at you to run and hide. You really were a rabbit, a meek and defenseless rabbit ready to be eaten.

Ayato, damn the bastard, offers another smile. Your other hand, still hidden behind your back, clenches. Nails dig into your palm deep enough to draw blood. You want to pull your hand back and slap him for even touching you. You want to scream bloody murder.

“You used to be so loyal to me… if only you still were.”

You were the cause of your own downfall.

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[sourtomatola]

And now may I present...An Enthralling comic, part three

Part one and two

Go read Enthralling you Enthralling me!

TW: blood, CW: Possessive behavior, a little violence

I’ve been wanting to draw this part form when I first read it!!

Original by @justfangirlstuffs​

two rough drafts, 16 pages of full color and a week later, I finished it XD

More enthralling comics

[monimccoythings]

Human!Alastor x Daughter!Reader: Devotion

These are all part of the same AU, I suppose, or not. But I like to think they are all part of the same AU, sometimes I forget what I write. Now this are just some deranged feelings and thoughts of Alive!Alastor.

Reminder: Alastor is in hell for a reason.

Tw: obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, mentions of blood, implied murder, manipulation.

tags: @anonymousewrites, @nonetheartist, @littledolly2345, @sunnyx07, @ouroborostheunholy, @mo-0-o, @sydneyyyya @lbcreations-blog

Alastor had never been a sentimental man. Of course he loved his mama, she was a wonderful woman and her death had definitely caused him a great amount of grief.

And then you came along.

Your soft skin, your chubby hands that tried to grasp his larger fingers to no avail, your wide unfocused eyes that darted everywhere, taking notice of everything. How delicate you felt in his arms, you fit perfectly, like you were made to be there.

How easily he could break you, he ponders. One little snap and there would be no more of you. It would be so quick and simple. There was only one little thing.

He adored you.

Your quiet little coos, your incomprehensible babbling that sounded like you were trying to carry an adult conversation with him, the way you squealed with joy whenever one of your favorite songs started playing on the radio. You were delightful, and provided him with more enrichment than any of the bumbling fools he usually associated himself with could provide.

As years passed by, you started to get bigger, your world expanding, your knowledge growing. And with it, came the risk of having you slip away from him.

He had modeled you to be his perfect little angel, his little fawn. His obedient child. He would not allow anyone to take you away from him. He was your guardian, your protector. Some asshole looked at you the wrong way while you two were going on a walk? He was never heard of again. Some low-paid teacher was becoming some sort of role model to you? Ooops! Accidents happen!

He found that his reasoning for protecting you was also a good excuse to indulge in his darkest desires. A way to calm the itch that was always nagging at the back of his head.

Alastor did it for you. He was making the world a safer place for you. No matter how much fun and enjoyment he got out of it. None of those buffoons would ever taint your innocence with their dirty souls. Not even himself.

He would take his secrets to the grave, always hidden behind a wide smile. he would be the good father, the charming radio host, the modelic citizen. The blood in his hands, as delicious as it tasted, would never stain your clothes.

No one would keep you two apart, he would make sure of that. He was all that you could possibly ever need. Your world started and ended with him, as it should be. Let him be the barrier between your purity and the rotten society that lurked outside.

He suffered everytime you were forced to spend time apart of each other. Couldn't you see it? Did you feel it too? Whenever you were in school or he was working, it was complete suffering for him! His fingers drumming impatiently on the surface of the table, counting the seconds until he was back at home with you. Only the mental stimulation that took directing, writing and starrring in his own radio show for which he held great passion and the delightful hunt his side job provided were enough distraction to cope with his sorrow.

When did he become so emotional? He should be feeling embarrassed of himself or at least be very thankful that his mask of sanity wasn't cracking with all those feelings. Instead, he found himself embracing them. He embraced the painful worry about your wellbeing and his influence over you, the obssessive and twisted love he felt, the need for control, to ensure you remained his innocent and good child, and the bitter despair at your absence that sunk into his heart like a knife. Only his little baby could give him such a rush.

He was sure that not even death would be able to take you from his hands. He would personally fight God, the Devil, and anybody who got in his way. Alastor would tear the fabric of reality apart just to get to you.

You would never run away from him. There was no reason to, as he had made you as devoted of him as he was of you. Or at least he hoped so.

Having you leave him would surely break his heart, as it would mean to Alastor that you had chosen to do things the hard way. But maybe, after a very detailed and complex planification on his part and some casualties orchestrated by him, Alastor might be able to convince you to return back home, with a grim reminder about the dangers of the outside world.

For there is no safer place on Earth than in your father's embrace.

[writingforatwistedworld]

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, imprisonment, stalking, unhealthy relationship

Entering their world

So Ramshackle is once more a place people (or rather an individual) live in, right?

Kalim in typical Kalim Al-Asim fashion of course wanted to celebrate this joyous event, especially since the world had been so glum since the Overseer hadn’t graced them with their all-knowing gaze for two entire days

Two entire days, I tell you! Two entire days in which no riches of the world could buy him something to make this time less bleak

So fifty five flamingos and exactly seven elephants later there he is, knocking on the door of Ramshackle to invite you to the festivities

Only for you, his beloved Overseer to open

Mhm, he isnt inviting you

For the first time in the history of “character is always sunshiny”-plot armor Kalim is lost for words, gawking at your figure in the doorframe who is worriedly asking him if he is alright

So, sunny boy over here is at the brink of passing out, probably because his adrenaline levels have breached the realms of possibility, making his heart miss a few heartbeats too much but this is a world with magic so let's not question too many things

Jamil actually had to get the not-so-made-out-of-stone petrified Kalim, nearly getting a heart attack himself by seeing that it was you

Yeah... that planned celebration also didn't happen

This led to fifty four flamingos and exactly seven elephants being sent back home, one of the flamingos seeing that one of their cousins was used to play cricket, deciding to stay after reuniting after five years of separation

But before we get sidetracked by Heartslabyul students tearing up after witnessing the reunion of two pink birds we have to talk about our most favorite future sultan, then we can talk about tearing up Heartslabyul students

So Kalim was a cause of concern for Jamil, and not in the usual way

No, whilst Jamil wanted to bow to you as well Kalim was too silent. So silent in fact that Jamil got so worried that he put his plans of betrayal on the back burner for a while and looked after his childhood... friend? Employer? Friemployer!

Also, whilst it was usually a bit hard to get Kalim into his calm enough self to sleep, Kalm (ok this one is bad, I know), it was creepily easy to get the young man to relax now, almost as if he wanted to be in his room all alone without anyone at his back and call

“Why?” the confused reader said. “Why should this be important to the story?” They continued

Well because soon there also turns up a photo album filled with pictures of you sleeping, eating and much, much more

I think you finally know what our equivalent to a sunflower in the human version has done during the time he wasn't supervised

Give him a week as well and he returns to normal... more or less

I just hope you don't mind company that won't leave you 24/7 because you will spend a lot of time with your new stalker friend

No matter where you go, no matter where you hide, there is no escape

Soon items disappear as well, replaced with a much more expensive version of it

And whilst I have never seen a rubber costing more than a few bucks I am sure that Kalim over there can find and give you one that costs so much that it could cover the renovation of Ramshackle

Jewelry. The Al-Asim heir might not be a Fae but that doesn't mean seeing you wearing something he gifted you won't make him feel good, no, downright euphoric

It's almost like you favor him

And thank goodness for the plot armor of a “sunny side” character because you are only wearing them because that dead look in his eyes scares you whenever he sees you without something of his, him not even noticing that

Kalim has imagined a future with you, of course, he did, we are talking about a yandere setting after all and what would be a yandere setting without the classical trope of the Yandere having imagined their future with the unfortunate soul who is adored by them

He can see you two having a family, adopted or not does not matter, you living in his palace, you being always by his side, smiling...

Oh the outside world? Ha! No

There is no outside world. Only you two and if he has to shackle you to him then so be it!

[isadoresmuse]

Tangled Desires

Warning: The following contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, and potentially disturbing content. Reader discretion is advised.

Reader is only referred to as “you”/ Gender Neutral.

Yandere Neighbor OC x (Gender Neutral) Reader

The summer breeze gently rustled the leaves as you carried the last of your moving boxes into your new apartment. It was a quaint little complex, tucked away in a peaceful neighborhood. You were excited about the fresh start, ready to settle into a new life.

Little did you know that your life was about to take an unexpected turn.

As you were arranging your belongings, you noticed a well-dressed man standing outside your window, peering in with intense, dark eyes. Startled, you quickly approached the window and pulled back the curtains. The man looked equally startled, his eyes widening at the sudden interaction.

"I-I apologize for startling you," he stammered, composing himself. "I'm Vincent, your neighbor from next door. I couldn't help but notice a beautiful neighbor had moved in."

His smooth voice and handsome features intrigued you, but his intense gaze sent a shiver down your spine. Nevertheless, you introduced yourself, trying to maintain a polite distance. Vincent, a successful lawyer with a reputation for winning impossible cases, was both charming and mysterious.

Days turned into weeks, and you settled into your new routine. However, Vincent's presence became increasingly persistent. He would conveniently "bump" into you in the hallway, always offering his assistance with a charming smile. At first, it was flattering, but soon you couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching your every move.

One evening, as you returned home from work, you found a note slipped under your door. It was a heartfelt message, expressing Vincent's admiration for your beauty, intelligence, and elegance. It struck you as sweet, yet there was an undertone of possessiveness.

Your unease grew as Vincent's actions became bolder. He would send you extravagant gifts, elegant dresses, and flowers that filled your apartment. You tried to politely decline his advances, but he saw it as a challenge, convinced that you were playing hard to get.

One fateful night, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. As you looked out your window, you caught sight of Vincent standing in the shadows, eyes fixated on your apartment. Fear gripped your heart, and you decided it was time to confront him.

You stormed out of your apartment and found him waiting in the hallway, wearing a meticulously tailored suit. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of adoration and possessiveness as he watched you approach.

"Vincent, this has gone too far!" you exclaimed, your voice trembling. "I can't handle this obsession. Please leave me alone."

But instead of anger or disappointment, his expression softened. He reached out to gently caress your cheek; a twisted affection evident in his touch. "I'm sorry, my love~. I didn't mean to scare you. But I can't bear the thought of losing you. You're everything I've ever wanted."

Despite your initial fear, you found yourself drawn to Vincent's intensity. He was a complex man, flawed and possessive, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes that spoke of genuine love. You couldn't deny the strange connection you felt.

As the days passed, you discovered the depth of Vincent's devotion. He would accompany you everywhere, ensuring your safety at all times. He used his legal prowess to shield you from any trouble and eliminate anyone who threatened your happiness.

However, his methods were far from conventional. Vincent's protectiveness soon transformed into a possessive obsession, and he became a deranged lawyer, willing to go to extreme lengths to keep you by his side., using any legal (and illegal) way to keep himself near you.

You found yourself tangled in a web of desires, torn between fear and twisted love. Vincent's actions, though suffocating, were rooted in a deep longing for your affection. His obsession grew, and he became more possessive, isolating you from friends and family, determined to make you his alone.

But as time went on, you couldn't ignore the darkness that consumed him. You yearned for freedom, for a love that didn't come with chains. It was then that you realized you had to break free from Vincent's hold, no matter the cost.

With the help of a trusted friend, you concocted a plan to escape Vincent's clutches. As you made your move, a mixture of fear and determination coursed through your veins. It was a dangerous game, but you were determined to reclaim your life.

The night was dark when you slipped out of your apartment, leaving behind the life you once knew. Vincent's absence was eerie, but you couldn't let your guard down. You vanished into the night, seeking refuge in a distant town, hoping to rebuild your shattered life.

Months passed, and the wounds slowly healed. You had started over, finding solace in the peaceful surroundings of your new home, far away from your once homely apartment. The memories of Vincent's possessiveness lingered, but you refused to let his existence define you.

Then, one fateful evening, as you sat on the porch of your lovely new townhouse, enjoying the tranquility, a familiar voice reached your ears. Startled, you turned to find Vincent standing before you and your new place of residence, his eyes filled with regret and desperation.

"I've changed," he said, his voice filled with remorse. "I've come to understand the darkness that consumed me. I want to make amends, to prove that my love can be selfless."

These last few months without his obsessive watch and protective nature had left you feeling as if you were missing something. A puzzle piece of sorts. Your heart wavered, torn between the past and the present. But as you looked into Vincent's eyes, you saw a genuine desire for retribution. Perhaps, in time, you could find forgiveness and build a new beginning together.

As you pull Vincent in for a hug, he carefully tucks away your new address, which he might have gotten through less than savory means.

[madmanwonder]

Ask: adventure time: yandere au: if their loved ones are in danger or captured, how would bonnibel bubblegum, Marceline, Phoebe (flame princess) and Huntress wizard would act to save their loved ones?

BB: Go Mad Sciencist on them.

Marceline: Unleash the might of the Creature of Darkness

Flame Princess: Full-on Fire Elemental

Huntress Wizard: Invisible Archer.

[lullabyes22-blog]

Snippet -  Jinx gets no dates. Ever - Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

Silco doesn’t take kindly to Jinx’s ‘admirers.’

tw: possessive behavior, codependency and violence

Forward, but Never Forget on AO3

Snippet:

By nature, Silco is possessive. With Jinx, the possessiveness grew teeth. Biting whoever came close, and biting hard. By Jinx's thirteenth year, the punters were already lining up. Street toughs with seedy swaggers. Chem-barons licking their dirty lips. Hustlers holding their crotches as if caging their erections. All of them wanting a taste of Silco's shiniest prodigy.

His child.

The Lanes have a hierarchy. So does Nature. What sucker paws a predator's pup and expects to survive?

At the Drop, Silco routinely kept to the VIP lounge, while Jinx pinballed gleefully across the dancefloor. He'd watch, cloaked in shadow, for any fool who gravitated too close. Their shock at getting snapped up—then snapped in half—by his crew was a rousing aperitif. But the real feasting came afterward. He'd ordered one chem-punk's hands chopped off after he'd copped a feel. He'd had a peeping-tom's eyeballs plucked from his skull after he'd 'accidentally' stumbled on Jinx in the private bath-house at Entresol. Another bitch got embers crammed down her shrieking mouth after she'd tried kissing Jinx—intercepted only after Sevika shot her elbow up and her lips smashed into the knob.

Teaching the uncouth a lesson in respect. Tops the list of Best Fatherly Experiences.

The river full of ragdolling bodies afterward.

Jinx didn't need his cosseting. The girl was deadly as dynamite. He remembers how he'd given her a somber, discursive lecture on safe sex—and its thousand unsafe parallels. She'd guffawed, then asked to learn bare-handed combat. Trapped alone with a stranger, she'd know exactly how to disarm him. How to dislocate his kneecaps. How to crack his spine.

Overkill? Silco begs to differ. The Undercity's streets weren't kind. And pretty girls were perennial prey for Enforcers. Jinx needed to protect herself—not just against the usual scum but from predators higher up the food chain. It was Silco’s responsibility to show her how.

Fatherhood is like warfare. One's territory must be defended in blood.

Then. Now. Always.

[eddiebillysteve]

may i present: stalker!billy who is obsessed with steve and constantly breaks into his house to steal his things and gets pissed off when he sees jonathan taking pictures of him and nancy because he thinks he's taking pictures of steve.

I WROTE THIS REAL QUICK BUT I NEEDED TO DO THE TINIEST LITTLE DRABBLE ON IT AND?? MAYBE I SHOULD?? TURN IT INTO A FULL FIC IDK?? So much pOTENTIAL?? ANYWAY I’M GOING TO SLEEP NOW BUT THANK U MUCH FOR SENDING THIS LITTLE?? REQUEST? IN?? IF IT WASN’T A REQUEST LET ME KNOW AND I’LL DELETE THIS ILY

trigger warnings: stalking, dark!billy, slut shaming? maybe it would be called?, possessiveness and toxicity and also billy thinking about hurting/murdering people but nothing too intense or bad!

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Steve Harrington’s house still baffled Billy despite being inside dozens of times. It was just so different than the shitty house they’d moved into when moving to Hawkins, where he had to use a milk crate as a vanity and the shower he shared with his brat of a kid sister only spit out hot water half the time. It was massive, with a gorgeous swimming pool like the one he used to have in their home in California.

He still didn’t understand the downgrade. Their home had been much nicer in California, Neil had had a better paying job. For whatever stupid reason, after he married Susan, his father decided to take a transfer to Hawkins where he made half his Californian salary. They were financially struggling and it made living with Neil even harder than normal.

That was the real reason why he liked being over to the Harrington house so much.

Steve didn’t know he was constantly around, but it made no difference. He didn’t need to know, at least not yet. He had to continue to believe that Billy couldn’t stand King Steve so he would never suspect that the reason his things were started disappearing was because of Billy Hargrove.

He liked to take souvenirs every now and then. A pair of Steve’s underwear here, one of his sweatshirts out of the laundry basket there. Someone so rich would never miss the disposable things, he figured. Nothing had happened yet, at least, and his Steve collection continued to grow.

The truth of the matter was that he loved Steve. It was why he acted so mean around him, like a child picking on a girl they had a crush on in the school yard. It didn’t work, though. Steve continued to be blissfully oblivious to his advances even though Billy got more and more obvious about it — a few weeks prior he’d pressed his bulge against Steve during a basketball practice, even, and nothing.

The guy was hopelessly heterosexual or a proper idiot, and Billy was banking on the later.

He was having a very rough day, a fresh bruise blooming on his cheek from the fist of his father, when he heard it.

Laughter. A girl’s laughter.

Nancy Wheeler’s laughter.

He crept to the fence surrounding the Harrington’s backyard and looked through the tiny hole he’d made a few months prior. The world suddenly turned red at what he saw.

Nancy Wheeler in a tiny little bikini, practically hanging off of his Steve, who was also just in his swimming trunks. He looked as beautiful as ever, but Billy had the most sour taste in his mouth at the sight of Nancy.

It should have been him. He should have been the once pressing into Steve, holding his arm.

Steve belonged to him.

It wasn’t just the two of them, though. The older Byers kid was there, too, and he was also laughing and taking pictures of the pair of them.

He tried to calm down by adding up the facts in his head.

Nancy and Steve had broken up months ago. They were still friends, but they never really spoke. Steve had groveled over her for awhile, had let it affect his basketball skills, too, until Billy had taunted him enough that he’d gotten his head back in the game. There were rumours that Nancy had quickly moved on to Byers, which he had assumed to be true, but now he wasn’t so sure.

For her sake, he hoped it was true. He wouldn’t let anyone come between him and his lover, even if said lover didn’t know they were together yet, especially not Nancy Fucking Wheeler.

It’d be such a tragedy for the entire town if a bright young girl with so much potential wound up floating in the Quarry.

He watched her bounce around, trying to look innocent while still pressing her arms together in that way that girls did when they wanted to make some extra cleavage and show off without being obvious.

It made him feel sick. She was such a little priss in school, yet here she was, basically ready to star in a porno with her ex for Byers’ camera.

What pissed him off further was that it meant he wasn’t going to get into Steve’s room, either. They were supposed to be out of the house; Steve was always out on Tuesday’s at four. Billy was sure of it, because he’d been watching Steve every day for many months and knew what he did every second of every day.

He knew the kind of cereal he liked to eat, what station he kept the radio on, how he folded his socks and where his secret stash of condoms and nude magazines were. He’d looked through them, had found the pages that were turned down. They were all women, all brunettes with tight bodies that could have been Nancy if you squinted hard enough, but it didn’t make any difference.

They were destined to be together. Steve just didn’t know it yet. But he’d find out one day soon, and Billy would convince him they were soulmates whether he liked the fact or not.

The more he watched, the angrier he got. Steve had already had his pictures taken for the yearbook by Byers’ two weeks and three days ago during fourth period at school. Their current little party wasn’t anything to do with school or the yearbook, he was sure of it.

This was Jonathan Byers being a pervert and Nancy Wheeler being a slut and he couldn’t let his sweet boy be tarnished by their poison.

[oh-katsuki]

Where The Panther Killed The Stag - Chapter 4 (Hanma x Reader)

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Pairing: Hanma x Reader

Series Content Warnings: THIS SERIES IS A PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR AND INCLUDES THEMES OF: murder, violence, abuse, alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, hard kinks, rumination, guilt, depersonalization, dub/noncon, organized crime, mind break, and other similar themes.

Summary: You’re a good student at the top of your university class and the vice president of your student-led club. A shiny toy on the top shelf of your social circle. Hanma likes toys he can break. Slowly but surely, you begin to spiral into a twisted situation that is entirely out of your control, putting your life and the lives of the people around you at stake.

Or, Hanma takes an interest in the University of Tokyo’s resident good girl.

Chapter Title: To Possess And Be Possessed - redirects to ao3

Chapter Content Warnings: fem!reader, slight rumination, possessiveness, insecurity, toxic relationship (we’re getting to the part where this is gonna start becoming borderline abuse so pls be wary), mentions/implications of rough sex and impact play, reference to a death threat <3  

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: This series is only available to read on ao3!! please follow the links in this post and heed the fic warnings! thank you and enjoy <333