#villain male reader

[libraryraccoon]

UNPOPULAR OPINION : There not enough strong and badass male and gn!reader.

(It's the same for the villain!male and gn reader, there not enough fics about it.)

As a clingy extrovert and nightmare of all the introverts, not seeing fics where reader is a gremlin of chaos is a little sad.

Like, let me be the FUCKING MENACE FOR THE SOCIETY not the victim !!

On my way for writing chaoting male and gn reader rn

[skylarinfinity]

[after tony snap and thanos army slowly turn into dust wanda immediately searching for m/n, her fiancé]

wanda: [look around for m/n and see he sit down on the debris] m/n! [run to him and pull him into a hug] i'm so worried-

m/n: [look wanda in the eyes with regret] wanda, i'm sorry... i'm really sorry.

wanda: [look m/n with confused and worried] m/n what? are you okay-

[m/n slowly turn into dust]

m/n: [have tear in his eyes] i thought i never fall in love until- until i found you- but- but it's too late, i'm sorry... [m/n feel hard to speak so he whisper] i love you...

wanda: [see wind take m/n away from her] you one of them... you part of thanos army [fall on her knees and let out gut wrenching scream]

[steve and clint immediately give wanda comfort while try to ignore they own feelings after they learn m/n not a family but a traitor]

author notes pretty sure this is my first incorrect quotes angst...

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket

[butterfly-writer]

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[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Jake lockley/marc spector/steven grant x villain!male reader

A common enemy

I hope this was worth the hype????

Might have a lot of grammatical errors and I sincerely apologize for it, it's just how I write. For some reason I rush things. Hope you enjoy tho. And sorry if this was not up to standards. (Don't really know whethere to make the reader an avatar or a God.)

Ammit's little cult has come to my attention. Looking into the future and seeing the succesful task of Harrow in releasing Ammit, I smile.

I am the Judge, Jury and Executioner. No one dares to oppose me, the Ennead fears the one who they cannot imprison. Your fate is sealed, Ammit. You are playing a game you cannot win.

——

Waking up, I felt like I didn't sleep at all ignoring that fact, since it has been happening a lot lately. I did my usual routine, sitting up on my bed checking the ankle restraint. Removing it and walking over to the door, checking whether the tape on the door crack has been moved. Seeing that it was untouched I removed rolling it up into a little ball and throwing it in the bin full of the same tape ball.

Eating breakfast and getting dressed and grabbing my coffee I walk outside almost bumping into the broomstick vendor, I walk towards the bus stop only to see it driving away. I chased after it, getting in after a few minutes of chasing it.

After sleeping on a strangers backpack for a bit, he nudged me awake. Looking over to the woman beside me as she looks at me.

"Cheers."

I say tiredly, holding me coffee up, I beging drifting off again, until I remembered my job. Getting off the bus at my stop, I walk into the museum, noticing the banners of the Ennead wete incorrect. Walking through the doors I greet [camera guy name].

"Hey, [cctv guy]."

"Morning scottie."

He greets back.

"It's Steven, with a V."

I walk past seem seeing Donna talking to a bloke I have never seen before, without any awareness that I was staring at him, I notice just how handsome and cute he was, look at Donna with a confused and annoyed look as Donna just keeps talking. He notices me staring at me and he winks at me, making me blush. I look down and start walking towards my little area in the giftshop which coincidentally is where Donna and the new guy are.

"Perfect timing, Stevie. Show Y/n around I have some stuff to do."

Donna says as she walks away.

"She gives an earful doesn't she?"

I say to who I know now is Y/n.

"Bloody annoying, woman."

He says with a small smilr as he walks around and into my little space.

"So, what do you do here?"

He asks looking around and under the counter.

"Try to sell these little buggers to children."

I say holding out a few of the many things in the gift shop, that does not even slightly correlate to egypt in anyway apart from the packaging.

"Are these supposed to me isn't this an ancient egyptian history museum, or something? Yet none of those things even slightly reminiscent ancient egypt apart from the packaging."

"Exactly what I was thinking, and the banners of the Ennead are missing a few of the Gods."

"Yea, noticed that too, this place is a mess."

"Yea."

I say looking at him with admiration, it's for me to encounter someone who is as interested and knowledgable in ancient egypt as me. I keep looking at him for a bit more, watching his beautiful and vibrant e/c that have a deep colour in them. Watching his small and skinny hands skim through everything on the counter. Looking at his smooth and soft skin.

"You're staring, and we haven't even introduced ourselves properly."

"O-ow, I'm Steven, Steven Grant."

I say holding out my hand.

"Y/n, y/n l/n."

He says with a charming smile and shaking my outstretched hand.

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

After our little interaction, I remembered what Donna said.

"You are new here, right? What is it that you do?"

"Well, I am apparently a gift shopist as well. Well to be more accurate, inventory but I help in the giftshop in the and get some supplies from the inventory. And at the end of the day I also do some inventory work, something too much. Since I will most likely not do anything in the day, since you are here."

He says with a smile as he leans on the counter a hand on his chin supporting in and the other lazily playing around with the stuff on the counter.

"Ow, I guess that's not too bad."

After saying that, a kid ran up to the counter to buy some gummies.

"That would be 2£."

She lives the money and runs off to her mother.

"That's sad."

"What? W-why?"

"Not a lot of people come here, we've been open for 2 hours and only 1 person came to the gift shop."

"Ar least I don't have to do anything, but later people will start comming here, once tour groups arrive."

"I guess so."

We went on with the day, morning becoming noon, noon becoming afternoon then eventually came evening.

"That was a boring day."

Y/n says, leaning back on the counter, with his hands supporting him.

"Story of my life."

I say with a breathy chuckle.

"Yours too, damn."

"Aren't you going home, it's getting late."

"I have to do inventory."

"Ow yea."

I say a bit sad that he had to stay late.

"See you tomorrow then, g'night."

"You too."

I say as I walk through the doors into the outside world.

——

"So yea, he's a really nice bloke, has the perfect shade of e/c in his eyes that you can get lost in. Voice that sounds like a siren luring a sailor into its clutches. He's just perfect in every way you look at him. And I always knew I had a kind of attraction to men, and this just confirms it. That fact that I am actually talking about him like some kind of God."

I say to the man posing as a golden statue as I take a bite of my vegan burrito looking at him.

A few seconds later I heard a voice call my name, a voice I longed to hear when I left the museum.

"Steven? What are you doing here? You look like a lonely weirdo talking to a man posing as a statue."

Y/n says as he comes closer and takes a seat beside me.

"H-he's just a great listener is all. Never really talks much but he says a lot."

"Okay? So, what are you doing here, aren't you supposed to be home by now?"

"J-just had some erands to do. H-how about you? What brings you here?"

"Nothing really, just decided to take a stroll around the area, got a bit bored back at home."

——

'Poor thing, he must be pretty lonely to talk to a living statue.'

I thought to myself, as I beging to zone out.

'Marc using the body at night not letting it rest, is really affecting Steven, huh. Always sleepy, always tired no wonder he fell asleep on that stranger in the bus.'

I was pulled out from my thoughts with Steven saying his farewell.

"Well, I'm gonna go now, it's getting pretty late, have a goodnight you lot."

He says with a small smile, leaving a burrito in the man's hat.

"He's an odd fella isn't he?"

I say to the man beside that is beside me. And as expected, he made no sound nor did he move any limbs.

"What did I even expect?"

I say as I get up from my place on the bench and start walking home. While thinking of ways I can get that parrot to show.

——

Waking up, in a grassy arra was not what I expected. I immidiately register the pain on my jaw, now feeling that it is displaced. Quickly fixing the issue, I look infront of me to see a village.

"Oh no no."

"Great, the worm is back."

"What?"

"Give the body back to Marc."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Surrender the body."

"Where are you?"

I look around trying to find the source of the voice. Only to see a house behind me with a man looking out the window. Giving him a wave he waves back until a man appeared beside him and told him something, then all of a sudden they started shooting at me. I run towards the village.

Arriving at the village, I see people that look like the ones who were chasing me, I pull up my hoodie as I see people walking to where I assume is the center of the village and follow them.

Moments later, they formed a sort of a passage way. Seeing a man dressed in what looked like a red a long sleeved button up shirt that has been buttoned all the way to the neck, and a pair of red slacks to go with the outfit. And a cane that seems like it has crocodile heads as a design for the head.

'Well, someone likes the colour red.'

I thought to myself as I try to get out of the group of people now bundling up. I try to find an exit but it doesn't seem possible with the 4 armed men behind me.

After he does his whole speech.

"Who wants to go first?"

"I do, Harrow."

An old woman says as she walks up to Harrow.

"Please, call me arthur. Do you accept the outcome of the scales no matter what it is?"

"Yes."

He takes the old woman's hands. Put them together with the cane between the forearms. He gave the cane a slight push foward maming it go back and forth. Walking closer to the front to get a better view, I see a scale tattoo on his right forearm with two heads of a crocodile. The scales start to move left and right for a few seconds before settling on the left side and turning red.

"I'm sorry."

"B-but I've been good my whole life."

"I believe you, but the scales are never wrong. The world will be spqred from the evil you will do."

Harrow says, letting go of the woman's hands as she falls back, looking like an empty husk.

One of the armed men walks to Harrow, whispering something to him. All of a sudden Harrow says a word, and everyone kneeled. Except me.

"Bollocks."

"Marc Spector, a Mercenary."

"You have this all wrong, I-I'm Sreven Grant, I work at a gift shop, I'm a gift shopist, in London, Lon don."

I say, saying London a second time but slower.

"Yes, Steven Grant of the Giftshop, why don't you come here."

He says as I walk towars him slowly and caustiously.

"I need you, to give me the scarab."

He says as I get close enough.

"W-what scarab? I don't have anythi-"

I say feeling myself for something until I feel a hard object in my pocket, pulling the object out I see that it is a scarab.

"Give it to me, you have no idea what it does."

"Marc, if he gets the scarab I will kill you both."

The voice from earlier said as I was about to give the scarab, suddenly my hand closed up and I can't open it.

"Don't make this hard."

Harrow says now with an annoyed look. I keep trying to open my hand now using my other hand to open it up and succeeding.

"Take it, take it."

As he was about to take it, my hand suddenly pull back and went behind me.

——

'Marc, you're really making a fool of yourself.'

I thought to myself as I was watching from a roof. A bit entertained by Steven's efforts at trying to gibe the scarab. As he turned around to try and give the scarab that way, he suddenly started walking away.

As Steven was getting sorrounded I put on my mask, and ran to Steven. He sees me and start to panic until I kill everyone that was sorrounding him, as he was about to thank me. I snatched the scarab and disappeared without a trace, almost like I wasn't there at all.

——

"Marc, you better get that scarab back, that man seems to be a third party."

The voice says again, and I look at Harrow to see if he had anything to do with it. Only to see his face annoyed.

"H-he wasn't one of your m-men, was he?"

I ask him.

"Far from it."

I ran away after that, and surprisingly no one followed. I made it out of the village until I suddenly saw black and woke up in my bed, the restraint still on. I let out a breathy laugh, doing my usualy thing in the morning. As I was sat on a chair infront of the T.V eating cereal, I looked at gus and greet him.

I look back at the T.V again, and did a double take on gus, walking closer to him, I notice he now has 2 fins. I begin to clean up and dress up and seeing as I was in a hurry I decides to put "Gus" in a blender and made my way to the fish store where I first got Gus.

"He now has two fin."

"Listen like I told you before, all of them have two fins, find a store that sells disabled fish."

"I wasn't here yester-"

I was cut off when I heard the door open, turning around. I see y/n wearing a sweater that was a size too big for him.

"Ow, hey Steven, wasn't expecting to bump into you here."

"I-i wasn't expecting to be here a-as well."

——

"Where have you been the past two days? You weren't at work."

I asked him, knowing full well where he was.

"W-what do you mean?"

'Ow yea, I forgot that Marc used the body for 2 days. He's getting sloppy.'

"It's sunday now, last time I saw you was on thursday."

"W-what? N-no, that can't b-"

His voice faded out as he looked at the clock with a puzzled look.

"I-is that clock broken?"

"No, it is actually 2pm? Why are you surprised?"

"B-but I-i just woke up."

He says, seemingly in disbelief.

"Why? Did you have something you needed to do?"

"If you lot are just gonna chit chat, better find somewhere else, you're cramping up the place."

The woman at the counter says with an annoyed tone.

"So sorry, madam."

She rolled her eyes as I apologized.

"Let's go somewhere else, my flat is-"

"I live close by."

He says a bit too hasty.

'He really is bad at hiding stuff.'

"O-okay then, let's go to your flat then."

We left the fish store and walked to his flat making small talk, with him opening up a bit about the weird stuff his body apparently does.

As we arribed at his place, he fumbled with the key a bit, struggling.

"Can you hold gus for a moment, love?"

"S-sure."

Hearing that nickname made me disgusted. As he opened the door, we walked through and I immidiately notice his bed. Sand sorrounding the bed, an ankle restraint cuffed to a pole beside the foot of his bed.

He notices me staring at his bed.

"D-don't mind that, i-it's not what it looks like. It's just my body walks around and stuff at night, like I told you earlier on our way here."

"Ow."

"You probably think it's weird or creepy. You can leave if you want, o-on if you want to of course. I don't ha e anything prepared here so, maybe we can order something to eat or we can just hangout and maybe watch some T.V or maybe just-"

He stops his rumbling turning to me looking at the little aquarium where he out Gus in when we walked in.

"I-i'm sorry for rumbling, i-it's just habbits ya kna?"

He says a bit nervous, his voice had a tinge of uncertainty.

"All good, it's cute when you keep talking."

I smile turning to him with a big grin on my face, studying his facial exptession.

'Just as I thought, I have you wrapped around my finger.'

"Marc, he knows something about thr scarab, you better find out what."

I hear a voice say with an annoyed tone and by the looks of it, so did Steven.

'Khonshu, always the short tempered one.'

"D-do you wanna order something to eat?"

"Hmmm, pizza sounds nice."

"O-okay, what kind would you like?"

"Dealer's choice."

"One pineapple peperoni then."

He says in a whisper.

"You like pineapple on pizza??"

I asked in schock, I may know a lot of things, but this one. This one is new.

"Y-yea, i-is something wrong?"

"Why do you like pineapple on pizza?"

"I-it tastes good?"

"Nah uh, I'll be taking a ham and cheese."

"O-okay, one ham and cheese and one peperoni with pineapple."

He says as he dials the local pizzaria.

"I'm surprised you like pineapple on pizza."

"They're good, whst do you want me to say?"

"They don't."

"You just don't have taste."

"Says the guy who likes pineapple on pizza."

After our little argument, that left us both with temper. We decided to just huddle up in the couch and watch T.V.

A few moments pass by, I was leaning on Steven without realizing it, my head on his shoulder awfully snug. Then the doorbell rings.

"I-i'll get it."

He gets up in a hurry, making my head fall to where he was sitting a moment ago. Feeling a bit disgruntled, I decide to just stay laying down.

"Y/n, pizza is here. Eat it while it's still hot."

I get up from the couch with an annoyed groan. I make my way to the kitchen, where I see Steven eating his disgusting pineapple on pizza. He notices me staring at him eating the pizza with a look of disgust on my face.

"Just eat your pizza and let me enjoy mine."

He says taking his box and downing the pizza he was holding. I roll my eyes at him as he walks back to the couch with a glass of water and his pizza box, also taking a glass and filling it with water, I take my box and waled to the couch and sat down beside him. A bit cramped seeing as the couch was a bit too small. Putting the glass of water and pizza on the table, that can surprisingly fit 2 glasses of water and 2 pizza boxes.

"It's getting pretty late. You mind if I maybe, stay the night?"

I ask him a bit shy, he froze up after hearing my words. Seemingly in a trance.

"Ah s-sure, you can take the bed I'll take the couch."

He says as he finishes his pizza surprisingly fast.

"N-no I'll take the couch, you take the bed."

"You're the gue-"

"We'll both take the bed, we can probably just turn our back on each other."

I cut him off. While finishes the last slice of my pizza.

"Uhm, ah s-sure. I-i guess we can do that."

Throwing our pizza boxes away, and downing our water Steven washes the glasses, while I get settled in bed, removing the jacket I had on. I see Steven say good night to Gus while putting a bit of fish food in his tank.

He turns to me, seeing me sitting on the bed with my back on the head board.

"Stop staring and just get over here, I'm tired."

After getting called out, he takes quick steps towards the bed, I beging to lay down. As he climbed under the blanket, I turned my back to him and turned off the lamp.

"G-goodnight?"

He says seemingly aking.

"Goodnight."

I say still looking ahead of me. After a few minutes, I heard light snores coming from Steven.

"I know you can hear me, Marc. You better act quick or something will happens to the scarab."

I say, with a light chuckle.

"Ow and, tell your bird I said hi."

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Decided to not add the jakal fight scene, cause what's the point? Hope you enjoyed tho, sorry for the grammatical errors again. I don't have any beta readers that can prolly help me.

[den-shosha]

Tony Stark turning villain x Villain male reader

Your friendship with Tony Stark was a well kept secret, because if anyone knew, both of you would be in deep trouble. It was also an impossible one; you the villain and him the hero.

Until you saw the first cracks. Until you realized that maybe, just maybe, you two could be on the same side.

Tw mention of PTSD, nightmares, manipulatives tendencies,

This is the first part. That part isnalmost 2 000 words ( like I think I'm missing 20) and we are barely at the half. So I decided to split in 2. The way it's going, it might be around 4 000 word 😂.

I also prefer splitting it so it is easier to read for my fellow Adhd reader.

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Sunrise painted New York in gold and flames. The streets were already busy with workers going to their jobs and the others finally going home after a long night. Everyone lived in their own world; cellphones stuck on their ear, or headphones busting music no one else wanted to hear. They all shared the same blank face.

Then, there was you; a shadow walking in theirs. Not a soul noticed you, none cared about your existence. Just the way you liked it. 

Burning coffees in hands, you headed straight for the new Stark's Tower. Hopefully, the Avengers were not visiting Tony and you two could share a calm morning. With your opposite sides, you sadly didn't see each other as much as you would have liked. Tony being a hero and you a well-known villain, you could not be seen together. 

What a weird friendship. 

But you loved it. 

You remembered clearly the day you two bounded; New York was, surprisingly, being attacked by Aliens. Again. Good things never change, right? 

You were busy trying to not end up dead when you saw the Iron Man pass above you, followed by a dozen of enemies. He was alone, his costumes damaged by the attacks. You immediately knew Iron Man was damned if no one came to his help.

Why did you run to his rescue, even you don't know. 

But you are happy you did.

As you arrive at Stark Tower, you look around you. No sign of any Avengers. 

  - "Hello Y/n, Sir. How are you today?" Ask Friday's voice, almost making you jump out of your skin.

- "Pretty good, Fri' and you?" You try to ignore your heart pounding in your chest

  - "Definitely better than you, Sir. Sorry for the scare. You'll be happy to know, that none of Sir's teammates will be around for a few days. However, Miss Potts will be here around five p.m and early in the morning. She and Sir are currently arguing in the meeting room. May I escort you to safety?"

Blinky a few times, you watched the doors open, inviting you in. God, you both loved and hates the sarcastic A.I. Because who wants to awkwardly wait in a room while your friend fights his girlfriend in the next? You apparently.

  - "Alright, lead the way Fri'." You sigh.

After a few minutes of following Friday's lead, you entered what could be called a mix between a living room and a kitchen. There was a luxurious sofa and a home theater, but also a fridge, an oven, and a table with all the necessary to cook. 

  - "Well... Say Fri', if I cook breakfast, do you think Tony will eat it?" You asked, posing the coffee cups on the table. 

  - "Unlikely, Sir." 

  - "Yeah, that's what I thought. Anything I could do to make him feel better? Or is that unlikely too?" This time, Friday did not answer. "I see. Guess I'll find something to occupy his mind. What if I disassembled the TV? Hey Friday, are there any tools around?"

  - "In the closet at your left Sir."

  - "Thanks! Let's make a mess for Tony, pretty girl" you chuckled, grabbing the tools.

An eternity later, or what felt like it, you heard shooting voices down the hallway. One masculine seemed to plaid to the feminine one who, angry, refused to listen more. Next, a door was closed so hard you swore you felt the floor shake. A few seconds later, Tony entered the room, his eyes tearing up.

You stared at each other, you eyeing him up and down, worried about what you were seeing and him processing the fact you sat on the floor surrounded by what used to be his TV. The silence was deafening, neither him nor you daring to break it. Frozen in place, you even wondered what to do. 

Tony was only the shadow of the man you last saw; his clothes were all too big for him. The black circles under his eyes had him look like someone punched him in each, twice. The genius also looked dead tired and about to break. 

  - "So, I guess you won't want to pass some quality time with me by rebuilding your TV?" You finally got the courage to ask.

  - "You're a fucking idiot. Why did you..."

  - "Well, you see, it's quite funny! I know you love creating and assembling things, and Friday told me about you and your girl fighting, so... I thought you would like to change your mind, and rebuilding a TV seemed a good idea back then."

Tony just stared at you, processing everything you just said. With a sigh, and rolling his eyes,  he closed the door behind him. 

  - "I hope you bought coffee."

  - "On the table gorgeous. Just reheat it. Mind bringing me mine?"

  - "After what you did to my TV? Get off your ass and come take it yourself." Tony half snapback and you bite your cheek.

  - "Rude, man!" You chuckle, but it sounds wrong. Because there is nothing funny about seeing Tony so upset for such a little thing. "So, what the fuck happened? Did she find a picture of you with Victoria's angel?" You ask, grabbing your coffee before purring it in a clean mug.

  - "My armor almost broke her wrist this night, because I was having a nightmare and I don't know if she is still my 'girlfriend' or if everything is over." Tony slammed the microwave's door, before hiding his face in his hand.

  - "I... I... Damn, you made an armor you can control while out of it? That incredible!"

  - "You're kidding right?" Tony asked, staring at you in disbelief. "There is no way you can find it 'incredible'!"

  - "Tony, dear, you blasted me off a rooftop and it was the hottest thing you have ever done to me" you replied, pointing at him with your index. "So I ain't going to be frightened by an empty armor potentially breaking my wrist."

Tony Stark gaped at you, trying to come up with a reply, but found none. Instead, the hero took his coffee once the microwave finished reheating it. The man then headed to the mess left in his living room.

Smirking victoriously, you did the same.

- "So, you started having nightmares again. I hope your girl helps you with them. I know how exhausting it can be, both physically and -"

  - "I stop you right there mate, no one is supporting me. No one cares about my nightmare or what I have to say about them" Tony cut you, voice slightly shaking with anger. "I've been told to stop being dramatic, to get over it, that we won!" You watch as his knuckles turn white on the screwdriver. 

  - "Well, your friends sound like assholes." You replied, raising an eyebrow at him. "Tony, you've been through hell back and forth I don't know how many times. Of course, you are going to have nightmares. You can't just get over so many traumatic experiences by snapping your fingers, or acting as if nothing happened. What... Those... I mean you call them your friends? Tony are you serious?" 

  - "Of course I do! We are friends" You can hear Tony trying to not snap at you, but you don't care.

- "Well, it's a one-sided friendship! Because if they really were, your friends I mean, they would not be saying those things."

Abandoning the tools he was using, Tony grabbed his mug before getting on his feet and pointing a finger at you.

- "Enough with..." Tony agitated his hands in the air, "with whatever you are trying to do." The man doesn't even try to hide his anger anymore

- "What I'm trying to do is to get you to open your eyes, Tony. I dare you to prove me wrong." You replied, stepping closer to the billionaire, a smirk on your lips. "Go on, defend them, Tony."

Anthony Stark only stares at you, his coffee mug shacking in his hand. Tears threaten to escape his eyes, but the hero fights them off. It pains you to cause him so much lain, like a knife in your heart, but you also know you are right.

- "Steve... Steve wouldn't lie to me. He despises liars! So of course he won't -"

- "Then why won't he tell you what or who he is chasing, using your money?" You cut him, chuckling "He always avoids the question, telling you to trust him. C'mon Tony, you can do better."

- "Natasha -" his voice is already losing its biting

- "Is a trained assassin. She'll put a bullet between your eyes in a second if the S.H.I.L.D asked her to." You get closer and Tony steps back until his back hit the wall. Putting your hands on each side of his head, you get yours closer until your nose brushes his. "C'mon Tony. When did your so-called friends get your back? When did they take a blast for you? Surrounded for you? Trusted you?" You chase away a tear with your thumb. "When do they seek your presence as I do? Do they ever risk their freedom just to be with you, like me? Do they ever stop asking for more? More money, more technology, more everything... Do they ever thank you?" 

- "Please, stop..." You hear him beg before you cup his face in your hands, letting his tears wet them.

- "We both know the answer, Tony. No."

A broken sob escaped Tony's lips as you took him in a tight hug. You heard his mug shattering on the ground before his hands grabbed your shirt and Tony buried his head against your shoulder. Petting his head, you whispered in his ear;

- "They would sacrifice you for the smallest of victory, but I would burn the world to a crisp to protect you." Tony's grip tightened on your shirt. "It's the difference between them and I Tony. You are barely a provider for their need. Someone they can use to have whatever they want. And if something goes wrong, you are the perfect scapegoat." You hug him closer to you as his sobs get harsher and tear wet you. "But I don't care about your money, Tony; I have my own. You are all that matters. I love our little conversations, seeing your eyes light up when you take the time to explain things to me." You smiled, pinching gently his side. "I love when we pass time together, building little things like that toaster."

Slowly, giving Tony time to stop you, you take him in your arms. Hands-on his thighs, surprised he lets you do as you please, you carry him to the sofa where you sit with him on your lap. As he cried, you gently scratch his scalp and caress his back.

Those cracks in his trust toward his friends, and his girlfriend, could switch the balance. Maybe, just maybe, you could yourselves on the same side. Or at least, have Tony stop being an Avengers.

You hated yourself, however, for using Tony's weak state to manipulate him in this way. But it was a perfect time; his love was angry at him, and his friends doing shitty things behind his back. They had it coming!

You stay like this for what felt like an hour before realizing Tony stopped crying but wasn't moving.

- "Tony? Are you ok?" You asked, gently chasing his hair from his face, only to realize he fell asleep. "Guess I can't move now hm... Good dreams Tony" you smiled, closing your eyes.

A nap didn't sound so bad after all.

"Loving him is a sin; of that I’m fully aware. But a sinner I am."

Bella Jewel, Number Thirteen

[dr3c0mix]

OK HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME O-

Yandere knight thats all stoic and stuff but is very open about loving royal!reader

Like this bitch will scold you for leaving his side for 5 minutes, you need to stay near him! Not wander around carelessly!

Hes brutal and ruthless but you bring out that spark of kindness in him

Yan CEO is back on the table, either secretary darling who he denies all feelings for even though he shows a l o t of favoritism towards them or rival ceo darling who he wants to hate but THEYRE SOooOO hOt!!!

Yan emperor and concubine reader? Idk whether i should make him utterly bratty an whiny or zesty✨ like its either “please please please marry me i promise ill give you anything you want plea-“ or the embodiment of the word tease

Yan villain OH MY GOD HES SO SKBDWBJDSNJSB BUT LIKE idk if i want the reader to be a villain as well or a superhero

OHMYGOD ALSO yandere gang x reader where darling finds themself somehow saving a gang of thugs and they instantly fall for them and want to make them their boss, they are on their hands and knees to serve you! You can rule half of the city with them!! Theyre kinda dumb but theyre very very sweet

Also thinking of making a multi yan fic with a neko reader just because <3

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Short Stories: Love Me More

Yandere Supervillian x Afab Reader x Ex Superhero

In honor of spooky month, you’re all getting some of my old original thriller works. Enjoy

8.4 k words

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    Crescent shaped wounds formed on the palms of soft (skin color) hands while (eye color) eyes stared holes into the tv and the daily broadcast. Blood dripping from the young woman’s lips from the force of her biting them. 

     “Today’s broadcast starts off with the news of the blooming relationship between the superhero Hydro and Heroine Terra. The two started off as partners on missions before taking their relationship to the next level! Who knew such chemistry existed between the two?!” A reporter stated while showing videos of the blonde haired hero kissing a pink haired woman. The two did look good together but there was only one problem. Hydro, no… Reign, was (your name)’s boyfriend. 

     Reign had always told her not to use the tv remote but she was just so bored in the house. Ever since powers had started appearing seven years ago from a mysterious storm, Reign had been keeping her locked up in their shared house. The blonde had insisted it was for her utmost safety, but now (your name) felt like it was all just a rouse to keep her in the dark on his affair.

    A scream left (your name)’s throat as she began pressing all the tv buttons in frustration before throwing the tv remote away from the couch. A small thud echoing in the room while the tv screen turned black.

    The young woman began to shake as she tried to conceal her sobs while she patiently waited for her boyfriend to come home. Her form shaking as she gazed numbly at the blood dripping from her hands.

    She had waited an entire week for him to return from his latest mission. She had been worried sick about him since he hadn’t answered her calls or texts asking how he is or what he was doing. And now (your name) knew why. The true reason in why Reign never replied… was because he had another woman in his life.

    Seven years down the drain. She has always wondered why he hadn’t taken her on dates in the last two years since he had risen to stardom. Why he wasn’t as affectionate before or as talkative. Why he never held her or told her he loved her as much anymore.

   Perhaps some part of herself had deluded her into believing it was just a phase. Never in her life would she have thought she would be the phase. This was no Superman and Louis Lane love story. This was real life.

    Reign would never want to be associated with a girl who had a low grade power like hers. What good was a healing power if she couldn’t even heal a partner who was never injured anymore?

    (Your name) and him would never get married or have the happy ending she had always hoped to have since her rough childhood. It would only be Reign and Terra’s. The perfect super couple that took the nation by storm. 

    (Your name) sighed, a few tears falling down her face. She had thought his sudden avoidance of her was due to the high stress of his work. So she had given him space to organize his thoughts and feelings. The young woman had tried so hard to comfort him with his favorite foods, writing him notes everyday, and making sure their home was always clean. And for what? For him to cheat on her and lie about it? Did he even deserve a good bye?

    (Your name) thought for a moment before releasing a sad sigh. Reign truly didn’t deserve anymore than she could possibly offer him. He didn’t deserve a good bye. Especially not when he was the one who left first.

    (Your name) knew what she needed to do. It was time to let go before she became even more of a mess. But first, she should clean up her hands and lips. 

    The young woman walked to the bathroom and began rinsing her hands, the hot water stinging the self inflicted wounds lightly. Dull (eye color) orbs staring at her reflection as she released a sigh. She practically looked like a corpse with the bags under her eyes. When was the last time she smiled anyways? Has it truly been a year since she truly felt anything?

    A light green glow left her hands as she healed her broken skin. It was the least she could do so no one thought she was insane when she walked out of this house with a duffle bag.

   (Your name) shut off the water before heading into her separate room to pack her things. The couple hadn’t slept together in months and it really took a toll on her. It was pathetic just how far she had let herself wallow in self loathing and pity. 

    (Eye color) eyes frowned at the photo of a blonde male smiling as he held her younger self. A (skin color) hand reaching out and placing the picture face down. Her hands quickly facing all the photos of them face down so she didn’t have to see his face while she packed. She didn’t want to be reminded of the love they once shared.

    Such a shame the fame had gotten to him. Reign was her first love, her first for so many things. But it was time to put him away, just like he did to her. 

    (Your name) smiled sadly before packing up what few belongings she had, making sure to leave whatever Reign had gotten her behind. She didn’t want any reminders of him and his broken promises any longer.

   “Good bye, Reign.” (Your name) whispered as she left the empty house. “I wish you happiness.”

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     Bars were never really her scene and yet here she was lightly sipping on some Scotch. The bitter alcohol stinging her throat while her eyes scanned the crowd.

    The scent of sweat and liquor causing her nose to crinkle in disgust. Just what I’m earth was she thinking coming to a place like this?

    This was the nearest bar to the cheap hotel she was staying at for the time being before she found a job to make enough money to move to another city.

    A sigh escaping her throat. Her mind was still in shambles and a complete mess. Even this small glass of liquor couldn’t satisfy the lonely ache in her chest.

    The young woman raised her hand up to attract the bar tender. “I’d like to close my tab please.”

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   The walk to the hotel wasn’t too bad. Just pass by a few alleyways and she’d be right there in her tiny room. Hopefully there weren’t any roaches in her bed…

   A sudden groan reached her ears, causing the young woman to freeze in place. (Your name) turning her head left towards the alleyway in fright. The young woman trembling as her mind began to race.

   She was going to be stabbed wasn’t she? Young women always got abducted or stabbed… or raped at night. And what could she do to defend herself?! She didn’t even have a taser-

    “Please…” a deep voice barely whispered while another groan left the alleyway. “Please help me…”

    The young woman began to pace as she tried to sort her thoughts. Her mind was telling her no but her heart clenched at the thought of someone truly needing help.

  “Screw it.” (Your name) slowly made her was into the alleyway, her (eye color) eyes nervously scanning the alleyways.

     “Hello?” (Eye color) orbs widened as she stared at the male before her in shock. Deep gashed covering his body while ragged breaths left the male’s throat. The young woman quickly rushing over as she began trying to talk to the young man. “Oh lord, you need a hospital-“

   The male reached a hand out, blood now staining the white sleeves of her coat. Red eyes meeting (eye color) orbs for the first time.

   “N-no hospital…” the male rasped while his eyes gazed at here in desperation. “P-please… put me out of my misery-“

   “I-I can heal you!” The young woman quickly leaned forward while a green glow surrounded her hands while she tried to heal as many of his wounds as she could. “Please don’t die-“

   “It’s okay… I don’t have anything to live for.” There was so much blood. Whatever or whoever had wounded him, had truly wanted him dead. 

    Tears began to gather in her eyes while she tried to desperately heal the large gashes on the man before her. Just why did her powers have to be so weak? 

   “Please, whatever may be out there… I just want to save this one person. Please…” tears fell down her face as the male began to slump over ever so slightly. “I just want to save someone so I can have purpose again.”

   The male’s eyes widened as the green glow began to become brighter while his wounds quickly began closing. A warmth filling his body and soul while she worked her magic. The young woman beginning to slump as a wave of exhaustion hit her.

   “Hey-“ the male quickly caught her before she fell on the pavement. His heart drumming in his chest as he realized she had passed out.

    Healing abilities were so incredibly rare this day and age. They were usually killed off so they wouldn’t interfere with the hospitals since they could heal for free… so just how on earth did she come to find him? Wait a moment…

    The dark haired male smiled softly as he studied her pretty face, his face lighting up in recognition. It was (your name)… She was still so pretty and small… would she be willing to be his new purpose now that she was all alone?

    Did she still remember him from high school? She had always been such a sweet girl, such a shame she chose Reign Huston over him. He could’ve give her the world… but now he could! He truly could give her the world… or at least what would be left of it when he was done with it.

    It must be fate that had brought them together! The string of fate must be tied tightly to their fingers, uniting them in a time of hardship once again.

   The male slowly rose up. The dark haired man carry her out of the alleyway with a smile on his face. 

    “You’ll be my reason to live again and I’ll be yours.” The male waved his right hand, a Violet portal appearing before the two. “My true reason on why I want to burn this world to the ground. Nothing will ever hurt you or I ever again.”

    The poor girl has no idea that the man she just saved was a monster… a monster she had once unknowingly escaped from in the past…

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    Reign finally arrived home after not receiving any texts or calls from (your name). Which was strange for her since she always clung to him whenever he left for long periods of time.

    Maybe she realized what he had to do in order to crawl up the ranks of superheroes. Reign couldn’t afford for the public to know of their relationship. It was dangerous to be with someone who couldn’t protect themselves.

   It would be nerve racking to be seen with a girl who had no name or strong ability to protect herself since he was such a well known hero now. Reign was just lucky Terra was in the same boat as him. With the pink haired woman by his side on the media, he’d be able to have the perfect looking life. A life where (your name) would never be endangered or discovered.

    Reign had felt terrible distancing himself from her but he had felt so guilty for pretending to be with someone else. It was what his agency wanted for more media coverage. Yet he knew this was all for the best if he wanted enough money to move the two of them far from anyone and everything.

     “I’m home-“ silence greeted Reign when he walked into the empty house. His brow furrowing in confusion at the eerie silence. “Hello?”

    The blonde male began to walk around the house, his blue eyes narrowing in concern. Where was she? (Your name) always greeted him when he came home.

   “(Your name)?” Reign reached her bedroom door, the male reaching a hand up to knock on the smooth, white wood. “I’m home-“

    The door creaked open before he could even knock, the male’s blue eyes widening at the sight of a bare room with all of the pictures placed down. The room looked as if it was ransacked in a hurry.

    “(Your name)?!” Reign quickly entered the room as his blue eyes began to scan for any sign of his girlfriend. “(Your name)?!”

    Reign then began to run room to room as he called out for her.

    “(Your name)?! Please answer me!” Reign began to dash to the living room as tears began to gather in his eyes. She couldn’t have left right? Didn’t she know how dangerous it was out there?

   The male took a step near the tv, his foot landing on top of the remote, causing the tv screen to light up. A loop of the broadcast from the other day beginning to talk.

    ‘Today’s broadcast starts off with the news of the blooming relationship between the superhero Hydro and Heroine Terra. The two started off as partners on missions before taking their relationship to the next level! Who knew such chemistry existed between the two?!’

    Reign’s eyes widened in shock as he felt his chest tighten. He had forgotten to hide the remote… she wasn’t supposed to know.

   Reign choked back a sob as he realized what he had done. Oh god… she left him.

    Reign began to freak out. (Your name) had a healing power and that was considered illegal since the hospitals didn’t want any competition. What if she was killed or kidnapped for her powers?

    Reign took a deep breath before trying to calm himself. He was going to have to find her and explain everything.

    Maybe he’d have to use some of his old skills back when he first had gotten (your name) into his arms… it shouldn’t be hard to hack into the city’s traffic cameras. One of them had to have had caught something of her. He was sure of it.

    “Don’t worry, (your name). I’ll find you.”

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    Light trickled down from a window. It’s bright rays shining on (your name)’s face, the young woman groaning as she began to stir awake. Her brows furrowing at the unfamiliar room she resided in. Where in earth was she?

   (Eye color) orbs examined the modern gothic room. The young woman turning her head around to see that the king sized bed was in the center of the room behind the giant windows of a balcony. Green foliage of exotic plants hanging from the ceilings, the giants leaves covering some of the light from the full moon. Long black and red candles sat on shelves on the black walls, illuminating the room in a comforting manner.

    “Are you awake?” A deep voice asked, the young woman turning to gaze at the door frame. A tall male with long black hair stood in the doorframe. His red eyes staring at her in adoration. “You’ve been out like a light for almost two days now.”

    The male stalked forward slowly like a predator. His red eyes never leaving (your name)’s. A small smile slowly crawling on his plump lips while his eyes became half lidded. The male bending down to sit beside her in the bed.

    “You saved my life.” The male then gently grasped her hand in his much larger one, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. “My name is Dante Hawkthorne. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?”

    (Your name) blinked a few times in disbelief. The man she had saved was one of the most influential businessmen of the century. Just what on earth was he doing in an alleyway? Could he have been jumped? Or maybe he was doing something sleazy?

    (Your name) shook her head to clear her thoughts. It’s not like it was her place to judge him since she was also on the sleazier part of town.

    “My name is (your full name).” The young woman gave him a soft smile, causing Dante’s cheeks to blush.

    “That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl…” the young man then slowly pulled away from her as he stood up to his full height. “Would you care to have dinner with me?”

    (Your name) raised a brow at the arm he offered for her to grab. It wouldn’t hurt to indulge in his offer would it?

    “That sounds lovely, Dante.” The male’s breath hitched for a moment before he quickly composed himself.

    “How does (favorite meal) sound?” The two began making their way towards the dining hall. Each one exchanging small talk.

    Turns out Dante was only three years her senior and he owned a lot of morgues and graveyards in the city. She would’ve never thought he’d be the type involved with the dead so it was pretty interesting to see and hear about.

     Yet she couldn’t help but have a deep gut feeling that there was something off about him.

   Perhaps it was the way his eyes lingered on her a little too much for comfort or the way he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. His large hands constantly rubbing against hers as they made their way towards the dining hall in the long hallways.

    “Are you alright, Dante?” The male simply gave her a soft smile as he stared at her lips intently.

    “Yes. I cannot thank you enough for what you did for me back there. Perhaps it has made me enamored with you.”

    “Pardon?”

   “How do I put this?” Dante tapped a pale finger to his light pink lips before giving her a flirtatious smirk. “You enthrall me.”

    (Your name) blinked a few times at the oddly flirtatious male before giving him a nervous smile. She had never been the type of girl who had gotten the attention of men like this before. What on earth was she supposed to do?

    “Um… I’m flattered?” A deep chuckle broke her from her nervous thoughts.

   “You’re quite cute, miss (your name).” The young woman could only chuckle nervously while she turned her head towards the ground. Hopefully he would let her leave soon after this meal. She really needed to get out of this city as soon as possible.

    “Um… thank you.” The young woman perked up at the sight of the long table in the center of the grand, gothic dining hall. “Oh wow. Your home is so lovely.”

    (Eye color) orbs gazed intently at the various portraits on the walls. A shiver rolling down her spine when her eyes met one of a young woman that looked eerily similar to herself. And did that painting just blink?

     (Your name) nearly jumped out of her shoes at the sudden creak the chair made while Dante pulled it out of place. The brunette giving her a soft smile, as if to reassure her that he only had benevolent intentions towards her.

    “Thank you, Dante.” (Your name) gently took a seat. Dante quickly sliding her into her spot before taking a seat beside her. 

     A group of masked butlers quickly scurried into the room with various bottles of expensive looking liquor in their black gloved hands. Which seemed odd to the young woman that she couldn’t see their face or hands.

     “Would you care for some wine? I have all kinds of flavors and colors. Whatever you may like.” Dante smiled, gesturing his hand to all of the bottles the butlers held. 

    “Oh… I would like some (favorite wine).” 

     “Excellent choice, my dear.” Dante then snapped his fingers, one of the butlers gracefully walking forward. The red number one reflecting off the black wooden mask on his face. His feet moving in an uncomfortably stiff way that was almost unnatural. It was if the butler was a doll.

    With perfect poise, the butler’s posture never grew slack as he poured the (wine color) wine into the glass in front of her. The butler than quickly snapped to attention once the wine was poured, giving the two a low bow.

    “Thank you, Henry.” The butler then made his way back to the other line of butlers while another stepped forward to pour a deep red wine into Dante’s cup, the dark haired male giving her a smile. The red number seven was on this butlers head, but that wasn’t what made the hair stand up on the back of (your name)’s neck. It was the fact that she couldn’t see the butler’s eyes, almost as if he didn’t have any.

   “(Your name). Are you ready for the meal?” Dante asked the young woman, snapping her from her musings. The young woman giving Dante a nervous smile. 

   “That sounds lovely.” Dante snapped his fingers. The butlers stepping back to make room for the black masked cooks to make their way towards the couple. The numbers one, two, and three on their masks this time. Yet unlike the butlers, the numbers on their foreheads were a dull yellow rather than a deep red.

    The tallest one, three, pushed a golden cart that had two golden covers atop of the golden plates. The shortest one, number one, then perfectly placed the meals in front of the two. Just as stiffly as the butler who had poured their wine into their drinks.

    “Thank you.” (Your name) told the butler, who didn’t respond, causing Dante to narrow his eyes.

    “She told you thank you, Ayden.” Dante hissed, the cook hurriedly giving the young woman a bow. A smile now in place on Dante’s lips. “Thank you, Ayden.”

   The cook with the number two then stepped forward to hand (your name) and Dante a glass of water. The three cooks giving them a curt bow before pushing their golden cart away and back to the kitchen.

    (Your name) pulled the lid off, her eye brows furrowing at what lord under the cover… this was (favorite food)… how did Dante know her favorite meal?

    “What’s the matter, (your name)? Is the food not to your liking?” Dante asked with furrows brows, the male clenching his fists tightly. “I can ask the cooks to remake it. Is it not (hot/ cold) enough?”

    “Oh it’s not that, Dante.” (Your name) gave the dark haired male a reassuring smile, causing him to unclench his fist. “This is my favorite food… it was just interesting on how this is what they served me is all.”

    “Oh!” Dante removed the lid on his food to reveal the same meal. “It’s my favorite food as well!”

   (Your name) sighed in relief as she took a bite from the meal. This was probably the best she’s ever had of it. “This is delicious, Dante.”

    “I only have the best in my home.” Dante smiled, the male then grabbing his glass as he raised it. “A toast to you, my savior.”

    (Your name) nervously raised the glass before clinking it with Dante’s. The two taking a swig. The taste was a little off, which may be due to how expensive it looked. But other than that, the wine was excellent.

     “Is the wine also to you liking?”

    “It’s very good.” Dante smiled as he intently watched (your name) eat her food. 

    A sudden wave of tiredness swept over the young woman, which was odd.

    “Are you alright, (your name)?” Dante asked, his brows furrowing in worry as he rose from his seat.

    “Oh I am just a little tired is all.” (Your name) gave Dante a reassuring smile. “It feels terribly rude to be so tired when I’m sharing a meal with you.”

    “Nonsense. You can spend the night here.” Dante smiled, causing (your name) to grow goosebumps at the strange look in his eyes. (Your name) raised her hands up while she tried to think of an excuse to leave. Something felt off.

    “Oh but I don’t want to be a burden-“ Dante’s hands clasped her.

   “Oh what nonsense. You saved my life!” Dante flashed (your name) a charming smile, the young man then rose up from his seat. Dante held out a large, pale hand to her. “I can escort you to your room if you are not comfortable walking alone. Tomorrow I can also arrange a maid or two to prepare a bath for you until you feel better.”

    (Your name) hesitantly took Dante’s hand, the young man helping her up from her chair. His red eyes never leaving her form. 

    Dante snapped his fingers, nodding his head at cook one and two to gather up the plates.

   “Perhaps tomorrow, in the morning we could have a nice breakfast in the garden?” Dante smiled, which caused (your name) to nervously giggle. “It’d be like a date-“

    “Oh I just got out of a relationship so I’m not sure if I feel comfortable going so fast yet-“ (your name) shivered at the twisted smile that flashed on Dante’s lips for the briefest of moments. 

    “I’m a patient man, (your name). I can wait.” Dante led her towards her room, his eyes carefully observing her to make sure she didn’t pass out too early. Soon she would be completely in his grasp and assimilated in her new role.

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    Pale fingers traced circles on (your name)’s smooth skin, the fingers slowly working their way up to her (hair type) locks.

    “You’re still so beautiful even after all these years.” Dante smiled dreamily before grasping small section of her hair and brining it to his lips. Dante pressed his soft lips to the hair before taking in a deep inhale of her scent. The male moaning in ecstasy.

     How many years has it been since he’s last touched her? Seven? Eight?

     The male shivered to himself when (your name) released a soft breath while she slept. Her lips looked so soft… it would be okay if he snuck just a small kiss on her, right?

    Dante gulped while his palms began to sweat profusely in anticipation. His teenage self had always dreamed of touching her. Of being with her… of being inside of her. 

     Dante wanted to be inside her body, mind, and soul. He wanted to be the thought, no, the being that never left her mind. The one she would call out for at night as he pleasured her night after night, day after day. He wanted her to be all of his just like he was always all of hers.

    Dante slowly swung his body on top of hers. His form straddling hers while his body looked over hers. His red eyes almost glowing in the dark like a predator of the night.

    Dante interlaced his fingers with her hands as he held her hands above her head. His long black locks hanging over his face, the locks tickling her skin.

    “I have always loved you… it’s meant to be, (your name)…” Dante then leaned forward, his warm breath fanning her face. His eyes becoming heavy lidded with lust. “You were always so sweet to me… it was so hard to live without you for all these years…”

    “But it’s worth all the pain and suffering I had to go through now that we’ve crossed paths again…” Dante released a soft chuckle before leaning his face just an inch from hers. “I wonder if you’ll ever know who I am unless I show you a picture from the past… I wouldn’t mind either way because the face you have now is custom made just for you.”

    Dante’s lips then gently pressed against hers. His breathing becoming erratic when he immediately pulled away. His eyes now completely consumed with lust, his hips slowly grinding into hers. A low moan escaping his lips, the male biting them to prevent anymore sounds from leaving him.

    “The doctor said the drugs were pretty strong so I could kiss and touch you more… I could kiss and touch you all over.” Dante then pressed his lips to her lips again and again. The young man moving his lips all over her face and shoulder in a sort of worshipping manner. “You’re mine now. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

    “So won’t you love me more than him now?”

    Dante glanced at the clock before sighing at the time. It was almost midnight now. He should probably let her get some rest.

    Red eyes took a longing look at her pretty hairs, his eyes flashing with desire yet again. 

    “I’ll just take a small amount of hair… you won’t even notice.” Dante pulled a knife from his pocket with a smile on his face. “I’ll add it to my collection.”

     “Welcome home, (your name).”

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    “Shit!” Reign hissed as he slammed his fist into the wall of the seedy motel. (Your name) hasn’t returned to her motel room in a few days now. Could something have happened to her?

    Reign placed his head in his hands as he sighed in aggravation. It was highly unlikely anyone would have her. If anyone… no, no. It couldn’t possibly be that weirdo from high school… what was his name again?

     Dante Noxwell. He was always hovering around wherever (your name) was when they were in school, picking up items she dropped like some sort of pigeon hungry for scraps. He was never a very good looking fellow either with his hunched over back and scarred face. 

    Yet that never stopped (your name) from being kind to the freak. She always sent a smile his way or laughed at his stupid jokes… Reign knew Dante coveted her. Reign always watched Dante’s red eyes stare at (your name) longingly, almost as if he thought he was worthy of her.

    It disgusted Reign to no end. Dante’s eyes, Dante’s smiles, and most of all, his audacity to even breathe the same air as (your name), pissed him off to no end.

    No one deserved to be around her, no one but him. Nobody could protect (your name) as well as Reign did. It was Reign’s own fault for being careless and leaving the tv remote in a place she could find it. She just didn’t understand the lengths he had to go through to protect her. 

    Once he found her though, he would be sure to lock her up even better this time. He had gotten too comfortable with time but he’d have to improve where he failed. 

   Reign swore to himself he’d never fail (your name) ever again. She would never, ever escape from him again. Never.

    Reign stormed out of the room, his head deep in his thoughts. Perhaps he could try Dante’s address… it wouldn’t hurt to try would it?

    Reign placed his hand in his pockets. Completely unaware of the security camera focused on him…

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    (Your name) groaned, the dancing dreams flickering away when her eyes fluttered opened to see the bright sun light that lit up the room. Had she truly passed out?

    (Your name) glanced around the room in confusion. How I’m earth did she get back to her room and what was going on?

     “Hello-“

    The bedroom door creaked open revealing a tall feminine figure. The maid wore a white mask with the number seven on it in pink, entered the room with perfect posture. The door loudly shutting behind her.

    The maid gave (your name) a curtsy before grabbing an outfit from the closet beside the bed. Her white gloves were completely spotless and she had such a strange scent to her…

     “Oh, you don’t have to-“ (your name)’s eyes widened at all the clothes that were in her size. How on earth did they have her size? “How do you have my size-“

  The maid gently handed (your name) the clothes, the young woman grabbing her hand in haste.

    “Wait-“ the maid pulled her arm away, the glove slipping off her hand a bit to reveal greenish tinted skin. Alarm bells ringing in (your name)’s head at the sight. “What-“

    The maid quickly pulled up her glove before bowing. The maid quickly exited the room, (your name)’s mouth hanging open in surprise.

   What on earth was wrong with the maid’s skin?

   “Are you decent yet, (your name)?” Dante’s low voice from the other side of the door requested politely. “I’ll escort you to breakfast on the patio personally.”

      “Not yet!” (Your name) bit at her nails. The young woman didn’t really want to stay at Dante’s home any longer. Something felt completely off about the place and she did not want to spend a minute longer in here.

     (Your name) nervously fidgeted with her hands. She was going to have to sneak out at night in order to get away from him. And hopefully everyone would be asleep by then.

   Dante frowned at (your name). He could tell what the young woman was thinking and he didn’t like it one bit. Looks like he’d have to teach her a lesson earlier than expected.

    For now, he’s play along. He would treat her like a princess and make sure not to slip up in front of her. 

    A soft jingle came from Dante's phone, the male quickly looking at the device in annoyance. Yet his expression quickly changed to joy at what he saw.

    “Oh what is it, Dante?” (Your name) asked, a fake smile on her pretty lips.

    “Oh nothing too crazy…” Dante gave (your name) a bright jovial smile. “Just found out I finally caught the rat in my trap is all. That vermin has been plaguing me for quite some time.”

   (Your name) nodded, completely oblivious to what Dante had truly meant. But that was okay. Dante didn’t think she’d like that he had referred to Reign as a rat.

  Yet she didn’t know that Dante had purposely put out the wrong address for people to find him at if they looked hard enough. It was always funny to see his enemies in the graveyard they would soon be buried in.

    Dante cleared his throat before gleaming at the woman beside him. She had no idea how elated he truly was with this news. One more body to join his collection.

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      Dante smiled at all of the security footage on his computer screen. His face twisting into a grin as he spotted Reign entering the hotel where (your name) was last seen. 

    How silly of Reign to not think that Dante would finally have the upper hand this time. 

    A deep chuckle left Dante’s throat, his eyes turning to the other monitor to see all the angles of (your name)’s bedroom. A dreamy sigh leaving his throat.

   “Soon you’ll be all mine. And this time with no interruptions.” Dante leaned his cheek against the screen that showed (your name) sleeping in her bed. The dark haired man gently kissing the screen before releasing a dreamy sigh. “It’ll all go the way it was supposed to the first time.”

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     (Your name) wandered around the halls, being sure to duck into the corners to avoid being spotted by the workers of the estate. 

    She had to get out of here as quickly as she could. It just didn’t feel safe anymore. It has already been almost two weeks since she had been trapped in this estate. 

  Anything was better than being trapped like a bird in a cage again.

    (Eye color) eyes peered around the corners to make sure no one would spot her before she crossed over to the other hall. So far, no luck in finding an exit.

   Tap. Tap. Tap. (Your name) paused in her steps, her eyes widening at the sight of a masked worker with a blue number, eighteen, on their forehead that strolled adjacent to the hall she was on. The young woman gulping at the rifle strapped to their back. Why on earth would a worker need a rifle?

   (Eye color) orbs quickly scanned for a place to hid. A black door sat to her right. 

  As quiet as a mouse, the young woman tiptoed to the door. Her body shaking in fear of being discovered by the worker. 

   (Skin color) hands shook as she turned the handle. The woman rushed into the door, the door softly clicking shut behind her. A sigh of relief leaving her throat.

    (Your name) turned around and leaned her back against the door. Her (eye color) orbs widening at shock in what the room held. 

   The room stretched in a barely illuminated hall. A large portrait covered with a red drape sat on the end of the hall as well as a light switch. Each side of the wall appeared to be lined with a pattern of mirrors and portraits of some sort.

  What on earth could that possibly be? What were truly on those walls?

    Before (your name) could stop herself, her feet wandered forwards towards the covered up portrait. As if she were a piece of metal drawn to a powerful magnet.

    She needed to know what was behind that drape. Perhaps it was the truth of this entire situation. Her  limbs continued to move on their own. Her hands reaching out to lightly touch the drape that held the portrait.

    With a sharp tug, the drape fell to the ground, all the lights turning on in the room to reveal the entire hall. The grotesque face of a boy from her past staring back at her.  The scarred up face of her schoolmate stared back at her with his dull red eyes.

   “Oh my god…” (your name) took a step back before falling onto her bottom. It all made sense now on why she felt so uncomfortable.

   (Your name) then turned to gaze down the lit up hall. Bile riding in her throat at the various portraits of Dante’s face and body changing over the years. Yet it was one that stuck out to her the most…

    It was the small picture of Reign that sat in the corner of each portrait. Was Dante trying to be Reign?

    (Your name) quickly rose up to her feet. She had to leave. She had to get out of here. It wasn’t safe here. No… it was never safe here.

    (Your name) quickly dashed down the hall, only to see one of the guards standing in front of the doorway. A rotting stench coming from him.

   “Please move-“ the guard pushed his mask aside to reveal the green skin of a walking corpse. His eyes, nose, and tongue completely missing. 

     (Your name) screamed loudly as the guard came charging at her. An inhuman snarl leaving the guard’s throat. 

   But a swift kick came to the guard’s side. Dante standing over the guard with a disgusted look on his face.

    “What a useless puppet you are.” Dante then held out his hand, the corpse instantly turning to dust. “He didn’t scare you too much, did he darling?”

    (Your name) froze at the familiar nickname. Her whole body convulsing into shivers.

    “I’m glad you know who I am now!” Dante smiled brightly  as if he hadn’t just turned a corpse to dust a second ago. “We can finally continue where we left off!”

    “What are you talking about?” (Your name) whimpered, Dante chuckling. His red eyes shining brightly.

    “Well the answer to the letter I sent you all those years ago, darling!” Dante exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air. “Unless you didn’t get to read it before that bastard ripped it out of your hands.”

    Oh (your name) knew exactly what Dante was talking about. He had written her many, many creepy love letters those years. The dead body of the kitten she used to feed was still fresh into her memory. Dante had claimed he saw Reign had poisoned the kitten due to jealousy and wanted her to give it a proper burial. Yet (your name) didn’t think her ex would do such a horrible thing… right?

 But the one he had personally delivered to her was the most simple of all. Dante had asked her to be his girlfriend on his knees in front of the entire school and Reign tore up the confession letter. The blonde then kicking Dante across the head repeatedly.

    “I don’t know if I can give you an answer-“

    “Darling. Baby! You’ve had seven years to think!” Dante’s expression changed to match his frustration with (your name)’s difficulty. “And I had seven years to adjust my appearance to your tastes. Do you know how busy I was over these years? How many diet plans and how much  exercise I pushed myself through just to become the perfect man for you?”

    Dante ripped the front of his shirt to show her his chisels physique. “This body was made specifically for you! I know you’ve always liked the pretty type-“

    “I-I am flattered, but we just met again-“

    “I’m sure you could love me now that I don’t look like what I used to.” Dante interrupted, his large hands holding hers tightly. “I had a hard time finding these parts to use over the years but I only got the best! Just for you! I almost gave up when I couldn’t find you again. My puppets weren’t efficient enough, I guess.“

   (Your name) furrowed her brows at his words, a shiver rolling down her line. What did he mean?

   “What-“

   “Oh you didn’t know did you?” Dante chuckles before holding out his hand, a large number of workers walking up to the door. “My ability is that I can control the dead.”

   (Your name) shuddered as she watched the workers removed their masks to reveal the green skinned monsters she had seen a little while ago. So everyone here was undead?

    “See? I think I can keep you safe better than Reign can! He locked you away so well for all these years. I couldn’t find you like I used to be able to!” (Your name) felt as if she went numb. Could Reign have been insane as well? Did her ex truly lock her away from the world. 

   “Don’t worry! I can do everything he can do but better!” Dante exclaimed with a bright smile. “I just love you so much!”

    “Dante-“ Dante’s hands quickly grasped hers. His red eyes staring intently into hers.

   “You saved me just like you always used to. Its destiny. Can’t you see?” Dante then pressed his lips to her forehead, his body shivering at the contact. “I can love you so much more than Reign can and I make so much more money than him. I could provide for you-“

    “Dante, it’s okay-“

   Dante suddenly pressed his lips against (your name)’s, his soft lips turning into a smile at the contact. The male slowly pulling away.

   “I could give you so much more than he can.” Dante then wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her onto his lap. His manhood slowly grinding into hers. “I could… I could please you… whatever you want. I’ll do-“

  “But I want to leave-“ Dante pulled (your name) in for another kiss. His tongue forcefully entering her mouth hole his hands began to grab every bit of flesh he could on her body. A strong of saliva connecting the two when he pulled away again.

   “You can’t. You can’t ever leave me again.” Dante buried his head into the crook of her neck. “I’ll go insane. I won’t be able to live again without you. Please just stay, just stay with me. I’ll make you happy.”

    “Dante I’d be happier outside-“ a sharp prick interrupted (your name)’s words. Her eyes widening at Dante’s twisted smile. 

    “No. You can’t leave again…no. I won’t let you.” (Your name) could feel her body going limp, Dante quickly pulling her into his arms. 

    “I promise to love you more than he ever could. I promise you. I’ll keep you safe.”

    (Your name) felt her vision going dark, her eyes fluttering in and out of consciousness. Fear consuming her entire being at the last words she heard from Dante before going into a dreamless sleep.

    “He’ll be taken care of shortly. No more interruptions this time.” 

   What on earth could he possibly mean by that?

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    Reign stood in front of a grave yard in confusion. This couldn’t possibly be Dante’s address could it?

    Reign strolled forward. His brows furrowing in thought, unaware of the many eyes that followed his every movement.

   Reign sighed before walking up to the mausoleum in annoyance. Something felt off to him. Almost as if he was missing something. 

  Reign froze when he heard a crunch behind him. The blonde quickly spun around to come face to face with a dark haired man.

    “Who are you?” Reign asked, his brows furrowed in confusion and fear. Why was a man in the middle of a graveyard? 

    “You know who I am very well, Reign.” The male chuckled before slowly walking towards Reign. A twisted smile on his lips. “You used to make my life a living hell everyday after all.”

   “No… you can’t possibly be…” Reign couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There was no way the man in front of him was Dante. He was far too beautiful to be the hunched back boy he used to bully. “Dante?”

    “In the flesh, or at least what is left. I sort of killed that old Dante off years ago.” Dante chuckled, his red eyes meeting Reign’s shocked blue ones. “That boy was far too weak and too helpless to stop you back then. But now… ever since I got my powers. I can easily stop you.”

   Reign held out a hand to blast water at Dante, only for arms to shoot out from the ground and grab his arms and feet. Reign screamed at the sight of all the undead monsters below him. The blonde thrashing to escape but to no avail.

   “Why don’t we chat for a bit, Reign? We have lots of catching up to do after all.” Dante smiled before a chair made of bones rose up from the ground for him to sit on. “You are supposedly supposed to defeat me after all. Nox is a good villain name, don’t you think?”

    “You’re sick. How could you kill so many people-“ a twisted laugh interrupted Reign. Reign’s eyes widening in fear at the feral look on Dante’s face.

   “I’m sick? Then what are you? A saint?” Dante stood from  his chair, the tall male grabbing Reign’s jaw to stare him directly in the eye. “You killed too for her you know. And hurt. And bullied. I was merely searching for her is all. I even tried to find her in other people but to no avail…”

   Dante let go of Reign’s chin to reach into his coat pocket. His pale hand holding out a strand of (hair color) hair in front of the blonde. Reign’s breath hitching in fear and anger.

   “What did you do to her… what did you do to her?!”

   Dante laughed as he began to taunt the blonde with the locks of hair. “Oh nothing yet. I’m merely trying to have her warm her heart up to me. The Stockholm syndrome merely hasn’t set in yet. But she’ll be set for life if she gives into it.”

   Dante placed a hand to his cheek as he let out a lovesick sigh. “She’ll be such a beautiful bride. I did so much work trying to make everything perfect for her… the perfect looking husband, the perfect home, and… a lot of money. I could provide for her and maybe even a small family if she’d allow me the pleasure!” Dante gave Reign a mischievous smirk. “Something you could’ve easily have had if you hadn’t slipped up. Thank you for that by the way. Her and I have been reunited at last… I promise to take good care of her-“

    A glob of spit hit Dante’s cheek, causing Dante to sigh in annoyance. Dante wiped the spit off his cheek in distaste before glaring at Reign.

   “Tch. Seven years and you still haven’t learned proper manners. A shame.”

    “Go to hell.” Reign snarled, his blue eyes glowering at Dante in hatred. 

   “I’ll see you there in a few years then.”

   “I’m going to save her from you!” Reign snarled, the blonde thrashing in the undead’s cold grasp. “I will get her back-“

   Dante gave Reign a sadistic smile, causing the blonde to freeze up. 

    “Sorry. I don’t plan on giving you the same luxury you gave me all this years ago when you beat me to a pulp in front of the entire school.” Dante began to shush the blonde’s tears in a teasing manner. “Shhhh. You’ll be among the dead soon. And I will be the only victor from this.” 

   “But… heroes always-“

   “Oh but who ever said you were a hero?” Dante teased. “Heroes would never do the things you do. You could’ve moved on like a normal person but just like a rat, you’re always digging into places you shouldn’t be. A pity.”

    Dante snapped his fingers, a large army of the undead crawling out from their graves like grotesque puppets.

    “Kill him.” Dante then walked away, the sound of Reign’s screams filling the graveyard. A sound that came to a sudden halt, almost as if it had never even happened.

    “What a shame. I was really hoping for something more… climatic to our reunion.” Dante muttered to himself before turning back. “But I do truly think she’d come to love me more.”

    Dante snapped his finger, a reanimated Reign crawling towards him. A sinister smile crawling on his lips. “Don’t you think I’m more suited for (your name), Reign?”

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𝗂'𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖾! 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝟥 𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗌! 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽! 𝗂'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇! 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖾! (𝗂 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗍!) ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡

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yandere! villain x gn! villain reader x yandere! hero part 2

"I don't want to remember anymore."

"It hurts so much."

The villain rubs your back, crouching beside you as you sob into your palms. He stays silent, allowing you to wallow in misery as he stays beside you, a sign of comfort.

Contrary to popular belief, the villain was much more sympathetic than the world class hero who was once your boyfriend. It was a sad situation. Because who would've guessed that your boyfriend whom you loved with all of your heart would just give you away like that?

Sure your relationship was falling apart but he had claimed that he loved you! And he wasn't one to lie, no, not at all! He had always kept his promises! So why would he break one as important as his love for you?

Were those 'I love you's' nothing more than lip service? What about all those times he smiled so sweetly at you that you felt you could just die? Was that nothing more than an act?

It can't be. You refuse to believe it.

"He's such an asshole... I loved him-! I truly did!"

You continued to weep into your palms as the villain remains silent. Did this make him uncomfortable? You sniffled, rubbing away your tears as you turned away from the villain, murmuring apology after apology as you tried to calm yourself down.

You didn't want to burden him after all. Not when he had graciously taken you in, shown you more love than your ex boyfriend ever did and practically spoiled you with attention and riches! And he wasn't even your boyfriend!

Yeah he might've be been the reason why your boyfriend gave you up but still! Your boyfriend didn't even make any signs of trying to keep you with him!

You still couldn't understand why he did what he did. And it still hurts you till this day, a month after his betrayal. Your eyes began to sting once more, tears pricking as the villain sighs and kneels down in front of you. You looked up at him, tears rolling down your stained cheeks as he beckoned for you to use him as comfort to which you gladly accepted.

"I want to forget... Forget everything he did... Oh... It hurts so much! My heart is bleeding!"

You wept into his chest, temporarily ignoring the fact that you're staining his shirt with tears and snot. But it's not like the villain minded. For he merely caressed your head, gently soothing you as he looks at you like you're the only thing in the world.

"Then... I'll help you forget."

The villain mumbles into your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist. He gently rubs his hands on your sides, the heat of his body distracting you momentarily as your breath hitches.

He nibbles on your earlobe as your heart races, flustered at his intimate touches and the tone of his voice. The rich tone, the slight hint of seduction... Was he implying that he sleep with you to forget?

"...Such a pretty thing like yourself... Should never be crying over a man like him."

Your blush only grows as he stares into your eyes, a small smile playing on his lips as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. Yes... You didn't need the hero anymore. Not when you had this man here with you. Someone who would actually appreciate you and your efforts.

And you just knew that he was being genuine with his feelings.

How? It was quite simple, really. Would any other man build statues of you? Offer to blow up the world just to see you happy? Or give you the right to end his life whenever you felt like he was being too rude to you?

The fact that he never forced you to reciprocate either was something you really appreciated. I mean, he was a villain! You'd expect him to force you to love him after his devotion... But he never did anything like that.

And it causes your heart to flutter. To flutter in a way that it never did when you were with the hero. So, perhaps it was time to repay the villain for everything he's done for you? It's fine if he's obsessed. At least he loves you.

But it turns out you two were both thinking very different things.

"My dear I meant that I can alter your memory... Though if you'd prefer we do that... I'm not opposed to it~"

The attractive villain chuckles as you stare at him wide-eyed. You quickly button back your shirt as you hide your face in his chest. Ah! What a pervert you were... Don't worry, he loves it <3

"I love you darling ♡"

You soon fell asleep. And when you awoke, you were in the villain's lap, your head against his chest as he reads a book. Why were your eyes so tired..? Were you crying? Why?

"...My dear, why was I-"

"We watched a sad movie together. It's okay if you forgot, I'll be here to remind you."

Ah, so that's why. You nodded, looking up at your lover with delighted eyes as you kissed his cheek. Hm... Now that you woke up, you were in the mood for some destruction!

So that's what you two did. And what better place to destroy than your hometown? And so, the two of you stood in the middle of a destroyed city, holding hands and enjoying as it went up in flames.

A familiar man, aka the hero, stares at you both with wide eyes, running after you and your beloved villain as you two laugh at the destruction of your hometown. This city that you've once considered home... Yes, you were currently destroying it. Why? Because why not?

It betrayed you. Hurt you beyond imagination! Your parents never believed in you. Nor did the neighbours or anyone else, really! Calling you names, berating you... And more importantly, the stupid hero who refused to save you! Damn him!

It was a few years back if you weren't wrong. There was a villain attacking the shop you shopping at and you were trapped under some debris. You vividly remember the way he smiled at you, thinking you were saved, you outstretched your hand, whispering words of praise to him. But your hopes were crushed as he merely turned away, refusing to help you out. That was your last straw. the final thing that made you snap.

So you left, turning to a life of crime and villainy as your partner in crime helped you with everything. He was your ride or die, the one who helped you out in everything, he was all you needed.

After all, he took you in when no one else wanted to. Taught you all there was to being a villain, comforted you when no one else wanted to... To think that a villain would be more compassionate than a hero.

You grit your teeth as your hate for heroes grew exponentially, especially one particular male one. To call yourself a hero, you were supposed to help everyone, to be the bringer of justice. Yet why did he not do any of that for you?

You turned your head to face the hero as he approached you with soft steps. That look... Was he pitying you? You glared at him, frowning as he stammered on his words.

"y/n-! what are you-"

"And... who are you? To call me by that name, hm?"

You relished in the way his eyes widened, the way his jaw drops ever so slightly. Yes... That look! Fall into the pit of endless despair! Look at what he did to you! Regret it all!

You couldn't help but let out a chuckle as he fell to his knees, eyes shaking as he got on his knees and crawled to you. To think that the hero who refused to help you would be on his knees begging for your forgiveness. Ah, the feeling was just so satisfying~!

"You... You don't remember?"

You laughed.

"Remember? Of course I do. You left me to die."

His mouth went dry as he looked away from your eyes. Your eyes rolled, annoyed at his hypocrisy as you began to walk away to your lover. He had a smug look on his features as he welcomed yiu

"Goodbye hero. May the next time we meet be at your funeral."

And so the both of you left. Surprisingly enough, the hero just watched in guilty silence as he did nothing to stop you or the villain. Only observed quietly as the villain held a satisfied look on his features. Tears of pain and regret began to drop from him as your figure grew smaller, and smaller, until you were gone from view.

Officially disappearing from his life.

And it was all his fault.

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[obsessivevoidkitten]

Imagine you’re a super villain. Through rigorous investigation you finally found out the secret civilian identity of your superhero arch nemesis. The one who constantly foiled your plans. You sneak into his house and wait for him to sleep.  Once he was out like a light and snoring soundly you loom over him and savor your victory for just a moment. So peaceful. So vulnerable.  You move your arm to strike him but he suddenly grabs it, at first you think he was luring you close to counterattack, but you soon realize he was just moving in his sleep. You try to struggle, but his forte is super strength and you are utterly immobilized. After several hours of being tightly held close you finally succumb to exhaustion and fall asleep in his arms. When he wakes up and sees you in his arms he is surprised but overjoyed, he rips that mask off your face and kisses you deeply after admiring what you look like without it on. He always knew the tension between the two of you was love, and finding you here in his arms confirmed everything. You clearly wanted him as much as he wanted you, you had probably been acting out as a villain this whole time just to get his attention. But your super villain past didn’t matter now, what mattered was that you were with him in his house and you were never going to leave. 

[smittenbyvillains]

Yandere!Tom Riddle

NSFW WARNING - including kidnapping, yandere themes, pet names

Tom was angry. Something made him so angry every time you avoided him. He didn't care if it was just about studying. You could study in his lap while he did what he was planning. He was thinking of locking you in his dorm until you planned on listening. It sounded nice and he could say you were sick and just wanted to sleep.

He saw you walking out of class and swiftly went over to you. "Princess, we need to talk in my dorm." He spoke so sternly that you knew there was no fighting this. He raised an eyebrow waiting for a response. You nodded meekly.

You had thought Tom was amazing at the beginning but lately, he had been getting worse. You were not avoiding on purpose. You were overthinking everything he said or did or when he touched you. It was like your brain was warning you.

Tom grabbed your arm possessively and grabbed you to his dorm where he had one all to himself. He was glad because he could do whatever he wanted now. He used a spell to lock the door and only he could open it. Tom had left plenty of things that you owned in here and you had your own private bathroom. "Now sit."

You sat down on his bed nervously but he swiftly placed you facing him while on his lap. He trailed a hand down your arm. You shivered at the touch.

"to-." you began but he quickly shushed you.

"No. You are listening." He said. He sighed. "Bunny oh bunny... you have been ignoring me lately and I don't like that. You know the rules about that." He said with an angry undertone. "I don't want to do this but you will stay in here from now on... until you learn to behave. Maybe you need to just be dependent on me. Right Bun?" He asked. You nodded.

"Yes, Tom..."

"You don't get to call me that yet. Now you are going to sit here and do your work at the desk on my lap." He said. He ran his hands all over your sides. "Go on." He said. You began to do the work not wanting anything worse to happen. He praised you for doing this.

You were never going to leave his side. You will always need him and he would be taking care of you...

[yandere-kokeshi]

YANDERE MILES 42 who and hear me out

calls him ‘bro’…

i bet he HATESSSS THAT

Warnings: yandere behavior and slight threats

A/N: no cause you're right. He'd hate that shit. This made me laugh so hard about thinking about it, ty for sending this in <33!

The minute 'bro' comes out of your mouth, he turns around very slowly with his eyebrows raised - his lip curling in disgust and confusion.

“What did you just say? No-no, repeat what you just said cuz' I must've misheard you, right?”

After this moment, he's gonna be honest with you. Don't call him that again, or something bad will happen. He's not kidding.

Though, if you're doing it jokingly to piss him off (idk why you'd do that!), he's just gonna growl at you and ignore you for the rest of the day; smirking when you try to get his attention again.

He will make you apologize if you say it to him. Making sure you look at him in the eyes and actually apologize. Then after that, he gives you a hug and a kiss.

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[whorrorfix]

and what if i was his personal fleshlight. what then

[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere! luo binghe with shixiong!male!reader headcanons

Warnings: obsessive behavior, mentions of violence, physical abuse, and blood.

There may also be possible triggers in this story.

If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please hit the 'back' button on your device or computer and read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events.

I would like to thank @berrypuddingpwease for helping me expand a concept to full-fledged headcanons featuring one of my favorite characters from MXTX's danmei series, Scum Villian's Self-Saving System, aka SVSSS. This is dedicated to you, my friend :)

So without being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy!

Luo Binghe had suffered one tragedy after another in his life, and being a disciple of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect with a scummy master would later serve as the foundation of his twisted personality in the future. You know it will happen because you have read it. This world you had woken up in, is none other than the famous stallion novel, Proud Immortal Demon Way. Your current incarnation wasn’t a member of Luo Binghe’s three digit harem nor the villain Shen Quingqui, but an extra, a senior disciple in Qing Ding Peak. 

Since you weren’t equipped with a system, at least that you were currently aware of at the moment, it wouldn’t be considered OOC for canon fodder to try and be a good mentor to the current white lotus that is Luo Binghe, or try to improve your own cultivation so there was a chance you would survive the sect’s demise when the protagonist emerged from the Endless Abyss as an awakened Heavenly Demon. 

It started off with the small things; greeting Luo Binghe  with a smile whenever you saw him, sneaking an extra bit of food or medicine into the woodshed when you were sure no one was watching you, especially Shen Qingqiu. He might be a good teacher, but his temper was a legend in this peak. 

The only way you could help Luo Binghe improve himself was to purposely compare your cultivation manual with the one he had, the false one written by the peak lord in an attempt to thwart the protagonist’s growth. By doing this, it would add another reason for Luo Binghe to hate his shizun. 

You allowed him to borrow your book to copy any information he needed, as long as he was discreet. Lup Binghe swore to take good care of the manual, holding it close to his chest with sparkling eyes as he stared at you with a smile. It was cute, this white lotus version of Binghe. 

Seeing positive changes in how behavior had been worth withstanding Shen Qingqiu’s anger, especially when he found out just the other day that you were the culprit who had been sneaking an extra portion of food to the protagonist. Good things the sleeves of the cultivation uniform were long enough to hide the bruises starting to form on your arms. There’s no doubt that the sect leader will start dishing out punishment to you from now on, even for the smallest mistake. 

Oh, well. You’ll just have to be more careful in behaving around the rest of the sect and Binghe from now on. Still, how could he continue to grow without triggering the events that would lead to his blackening?

As you contemplated these thoughts, you could not have realized nor believed just how much of your presence in this world the plot of Proud Immortal Demon Way in very unexpected ways until it was too late to revert the damage that had already been done. 

Luo Binghe is a  very sticky, lovesick puppy for the shixiong who has treated him with so much kindness and respect and it scares him. He’s afraid he’ll wake up one morning….and realize that it had been a sweet, sweet dream. But he wakes up early every morning, and he sees his shixiong teaching the others alongside Ming Fan….and when his shixiong sees him, he smiles. And it is a warm, friendly smile that Binghe secretly wishes would belong only to him and no one else. 

With his shixiong, Binghe’s life in the peak is so much better. He hasn’t been this happy in a long, long time…so why was his shizun continuing to punish his shixiong so unfairly? His shixiong didn’t do anything wrong! He is training him and the other disciples in preparation for the Immoral Alliance Conference, and doing more than his fair share of the chores around the peak! 

But no matter what his shixiong did or did not do, their shizun would pull him away from him or the others, and his shixiong would not return to the bamboo house until it was past dinner-time. 

Shixiong tried to brush off his concerns with a smile, but Binghe wasn’t blind! He sees the angry whip marks on his senior’s arms, his head and robes soaked with tea, the pained look in his eyes! Shixiong….Shixiong doesn’t deserve to be treated like this!

He needed to get stronger. Not just to protect himself but to make sure Shen Quingqui wouldn’t hurt his shixiong ever again! And if the sect didn’t accept them being together, then they will find happiness elsewhere. Rogue cultivators did exist beyond these mountains, although the other disciples believed they were wholly evil. But Binghe has come to realize that this world isn’t just black and white. 

[elusive---ivory]

Could you possibly write a yandere villain x soft reader fic or headcanons?

Yandere!Villain x Soft!Reader

Omg!! my first request!!! Yes! I absolutely love soft reader so much!!

The Villain loses every time. He loses everything to the Hero of the story. Over and over again. He comes up with very elaborate schemes and evil plans that cannot fail, then the Hero foils his plans. He gets angry. 'How does the Hero do it?' he thinks to himself. The only thing keeping him from winning is the Hero in the end.

Obsessing over and over at what else would work. He goes into civilian life. That's when he finds you. A soft, quiet being who is handing out flyers from your workplace. The Villain doesn't notice you at first. He bumps into you, spilling your flyers everywhere. When the two of you lock eyes, it's like sparks go off in his evil little mind.

If the Hero always gets the girl, why can't the Villain get the girl too? The next time there's a high-stakes robbery, you are in his line of sight. He bolts towards you, shielding you from any damage. He's never sought to protect someone before. He's glad that person is you.

Whether you're oblivious or not, you notice things in Villain's behavior that might seem quite odd, but you grow to love those things about him. He complains a lot about the city, and he wants to improve himself. However, his set role as the Villain has him stuck in his ways.

But, he sees you as an exception. He's head over heels for your kind nature. It almost rubs off on him when you notice how kind he was being to a random stranger. His villainous ways were almost eradicated.

Until Hero got involved. The Hero didn't seem to approve of this sudden relationship. The Villain's tendencies started to creep through. He started plotting more ways to get rid of Hero for good. You became concerned for Villain's mental health. He had spent weeks planning a way to kill the Hero of the city. He had never gone that far in the past, but you were special to him. He needed to keep you safe, even if it meant getting rid of the savior of the story.

[sandiaarts]

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