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― YANDERE! GENSHIN ACADEMY AU. pt one | two | three | four | five

⇢ alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari, cyno + ayato, baizhu, mika / gn! reader

introducing! from sumeru hails teyvat's brightest minds, and it's no surprise that many of the academu's smartest are true-blood sumerians. a lesser known fact is that these are less skilled in the workings of the heart, and therefore, a bit more unstable than the average lad.

warning! yandere, obsessive & possessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, master-pet dynamics, mentions of bullying, physical wounds

— STOIC ACADEMIC TYPE. alhaitham | الهيثم

[ “if you’re looking to get my help, i’d rather you just outright say it than dilly-dallying around.” ]

⇢ one of the geniuses in your second year, haitham is a no-nonsense type of guy that has that air of arrogance around him. he’s quite hard to approach, and he doesn’t care to socialize with any of your circles. he has, however, taken a liking to you, and will usually just drag you around whenever he feels like it.

⇢ expect forced study sessions with him in the library. he’s very keen on making sure your grades are in tip-top shape, even though you never asked him for help. it’s obvious that he takes a bit of sadistic pleasure when you ask him for his help. when you ask him on how to solve a problem, he stops whatever he’s reading and scrutinizes you with those stoic eyes, before a small and smug grin forms on his face. sometimes you’re not sure if he truly wants to help you or he just likes to hear you plead and beg.

⇢ kinda likes to see you screw up as well. seeing you excel (because he helped you, after all) is all nice and good, but he likes to see you fumble it every once in a while. sometimes you get a bit arrogant, refusing his help and insisting that you can do it by yourself, only for it to backfire in your face. when you run back to him with your begging and pleading, he puts on a show of being nonchalant about it. didn’t you say you were fine? so why bother him now, and especially in the middle of a good book?

⇢doesn’t hide the fact that he sort of treats you like a pet, with the way he drags you to and fro. his blunt everyday tone makes everyone feel like he’s looking down at them, but even more so with the way he talks to you. stay, he says when you start approaching him. sit, he tells you. whether you follow or not is up to you, and while he does love having an obedient pet, there is some fun to be found in keeping a bratty one.

⇢likes to see you rely on him. is it out of genuine care or because he sees you as a complete fool who can’t do anything on their own, time will tell, but he’s strangely insistent about you depending on him. he doesn’t make it very obvious, especially when he acts like he could give two shits about anything, but when you mention having troubles, he says things like “that is what you’re having trouble with?” without offering his help, you usually start nagging him for the answer.

⇢haitham isn’t one for praise but… he does get a kick off you praising him. not because he’s starved for it (he’s had heaps of that ever since he showed his academic prowess) but because it felt just right. he does help you a lot, doesn’t he? taking the time out of his busy day to help you with whatever silly thing you need. the least you could do is thank him for it.

[ “honestly, you ought to be more grateful with how much i’m always helping you.” ]

– PASSIONATE TYPE. kaveh | کاوه

[ “oh yeah, uh, i guess i did win that! do… do you like it?” ]

⇢ your senior kaveh who’s been all over you ever since your first year. he’s a bit clingy with his touches, holding onto your arm while you walk and greeting you with hugs ever since the two of you got close. whenever the two of you see each other in the hallways, he immediately latches onto you and doesn’t let go. will drag you around while chatting your ear off.

⇢ often starts to show off when you’re around. he tries to be really nonchalant about it too, like casually trying to slip in his accomplishment in the middle of a conversation to make it seem like he’s not trying too hard. when you smile and compliment him, he starts to stutter and blush, losing the cool composure he tried to maintain just moments ago. the others tease him for being a senior who wants to impress his junior and he quickly denies it (“they’re just saying what they want!” he’d huff to you), but you can’t deny the red blush and the pleased smile on his face.

⇢ always trying to help other people out, even if he’s too busy. while he’ll drop everything he’s doing when you ask him a favor, he also doesn’t have the heart to say no to others. some days, he gets a bit disheveled by dismissal after helping out so many people at once. when he starts whining to you and he becomes even clingier, be understanding and let him. he’s had a rough day, after all.

⇢ everyone knows the shenanigans that occur around you in school and kaveh is no exception. so he’s made a bit paranoid every day, wondering when of your crazed suitors will snap and just kidnap you. he could just do it himself and not worry about being separated from you, but he thinks he’s above such things (true, but only without the proper motivation). to compensate for this, he spends every second with you like it’s his last.

⇢ did you just hold his hand?!? that must mean something, right?! he conveniently forgets that you’ve held hands with numerous other people in this academy, but you can’t blame the poor dude, he’s the type to overthink stuff like that. he’s gone over seemingly normal moments between you two countless times in his head, wondering if any of that meant something. at the back of his head, he knows he’s overreacting. but then he remembers when you gave him some papers and your fingers lingered for some seconds then he starts squealing in his pillow, absolutely deluded by his fantasies.

⇢ he’s not the jealous type…! really! he knows how kind and sweet you are. he knows that the praises you have for him are genuine and the way you look at him in admiration is all real. you’re not the type to fake those after all…! even so… even so, you continue to look at others with that same look, and praise them with the same praise. it’s not that they don’t deserve it but… is he not just good enough? to have your praises reserved for only him… was he just not worthy of that?!

[ “did i… did i do something wrong…? please, just talk to me, look at me!” ]

— SASSY TYPE. tighnari | الطغنري

[ “those idiots… honestly, they could at least treat you with a little more care!” ]

⇢ straightforward and no-nonsense, tighnari is well-respected among his peers for being an academic with an honest personality. especially in a school where anything can just tip anyone off, tighnari does not care about who he has to offend to make them back off. as such, many suitors can’t just do their trickery to you whenever he’s watching, lest he call them out on the spot.

⇢ he’s very concerned about your wellbeing. he’s often warning you about the dangers of the men you surround yourself with. whether you believe him or not is up to you, but that won’t stop him from trying to prevent anything from happening to you. obviously, he can’t just say that someone’s killed someone— he doesn’t want to ruin your life like that— but he’s often cryptic, hoping that you’ll figure it out for yourself.

⇢ very naggy, though he nags like a disappointed mother rather than a caring one. you and cyno are often at the end of these rants when you two do something stupid (either together or as individuals), but it’s a sign that tighnari truly cares about you. he could care less whether haitham cut himself on one of his books, but when you do he’s immediately all over you and berating you for being stupid and careless.

⇢ becomes too smug whenever you show a preference for him. he loves feeling when you choose him over anyone else and the suitors stew in their anger when he shoots them a haughty grin. cyno often has to remind him that he’s being too much, but he knows how much tighnari delights in defeating the other harem members without even having to do anything. you chose him out of your own free will, and that says a lot more than having you forced to pick him.

⇢ being raised on botany and all its properties, tighnari’s almost an expert in all things plants and that includes their… chemistry. it’s no surprise that he’s one of the suitors who are capable of concocting their little mixtures. when using it on other competitors, he’s not one to dirty his hands. he often has cyno slipping a thing or two in their drinks (or in special cases, an overly desparate kaveh). but when it comes to tampering with your drink? well, he reserves that special privilege for himself, all for the pleasure of watching the chemicals slowly affect you.

⇢ a smart guy, who knows that the way to your heart is not intimidating you into it but instead playing the nice and concerned friend. poor you, always being chased around by these unstable men. why have them who will only hurt you, when you can come to him, someone that you can trust? even if your vision is slipping away, your body becomes heavy… you can trust him, no matter what~

[ “feeling sleepy already? dear me, your body is really fragile… and cute ♪” ]

— GUARD DOG TYPE. cyno | κύων

[ “if they’re bothering you again, talk to me. i’ll be the one to handle it.” ]

⇢ serious cyno who amuses you with his corny jokes delivered with a stoic expression. despite looking so mature, being with cyno often gets you two into trouble that he didn’t foresee. it has something to do with that intimidating expression and the way he’s ready to fight anyone who nears him. people mistake him for challenging them to a fight, and more often than not you’re left watching cyno beat down opponents in self-defense.

⇢ when people aren’t busy trying to fight him, cyno’s always seen patrolling the campus halls as head of the security committee. you can tell who’s been caught by him before by the way they flinch and avoid his piercing gaze. even many of his admirers are a bit terrified of him, and all they can do is just watch him walk over to you and whisper in your ear. they think you’re in trouble, but in reality, he’s telling you to meet him at the same meeting spot because he wants to show you this rare genius invocation card he just bought.

⇢ no one in his friend group takes him seriously anymore, not when he’s busy challenging all of them to a tcg fight every get-together. they tend to get roped up into his antics, and you can see how boys really will just be boys as the four of them begin to one-up each other into petty competitions. and cyno’s always been the most competitive out of them.

⇢ cyno seems to have a habit of suddenly showing up moments before one of your suitors plans to do something. they might start to sneak into your lockers to steal something when they see cyno leaning casually against the wall with a knowing glint in his eye. or when one of them spikes your drink and cyno unhesitatingly takes your glass and dump it on the floor, without breaking eye contact with the suspect. the guard dog that you don’t know about.

⇢ part of the protective stalker group within your suitors who make sure to follow you from the shadows whenever he has free time. these stalkers are often chill with each other, nodding at each other in acknowledgment whenever they bump into each other in one of their stalking escapades. he keeps a close eye on you at all times, with your security purely his concern and nothing else.

⇢ indifferent to getting his hands bloody. he’s not unreasonable— he knows that he can’t kill someone just because he’s jealous or something like that. he can’t risk doing something that will have an impact on you. but justice has to be served, and when he sees someone hurt you or become a threat to your safety… he just can’t help it. whether it’s mixing nari’s poison or simply giving them a cold, swift death, everything he does is because he loves you so.

[ “hush, there’s nothing to cry about. they’re gone, no one will hurt you. i have served you justice.” ]

— SCHEMING TYPE. kamisato ayato | 神里綾人

[ “oho? it pains me that you’re so wary of me, even after all these years!” ]

⇢ senior ayato who always has that gentle but calculating mask on, socializing with many people but never close to any of them. when people start realizing that you might have caught his interest, they have warned you about him and whatever shady motives he might harbor. but whenever he approached you, he was so kind and generous with his offerings… not that you were fooled.

⇢ he’s always showering you with gifts whenever you’re together like he’s trying to flex his wealth. bump into him at the mall? he tells you to walk with him for a bit, but you leave with a luxury item you eyed for a few seconds. bundles you up in his scarf when you’re feeling chilly, however when you try to return it to him on the next day he just tells you to keep it so casually like the fabric doesn’t cost you your life savings.

⇢ when class isn’t keeping them both apart, thoma is always seen attending to ayato’s side. it’s not a secret that thoma can go to school because the kamisatos are funding his education, so no one really questions it. they do get a little bit suspicious whenever the two seem a little… intimate, but in the end, who really cares?

⇢ you should really heed others’ warnings about ayato, because it’s clear that he’s a dangerous fellow. he seems to know everything about everyone. once, he had threatened your bullies off with a thinly veiled threat regarding their shady pasts. you don’t know how he got hold of such rare information, but it seems that he’s one of the many people at this school with an information network under their fingertips.

⇢ while he does view you with adoration, it’s clear with how he talks to you that he doesn’t view you as his equal. with the way he talks you down sometimes like he’s talking to a pet rather than a fellow student, you sometimes feel a bit… demeaned. but when ayato tucks your hair behind your ear so tenderly, you have to second-guess your apprehensions.

⇢ the difference between you two is clear. he is the elite of the elite and you are… you. and he takes advantage of this without guilt. it starts as off remarks, about how you wouldn’t survive a day in their society, then it transforms into something bigger. before you know it, he’s criticizing your clothes, your posture, your personality… anything to nail in the fact that you. are. different. till you lose your pride and self-worth. till ayato makes sure that you won’t have the willpower to fight back once he begins his schemes.

[ “but i’m not lying, am i? you are different, and we can’t really do anything about that, can we?” ]

— SUSPICIOUS TYPE. baizhu | 白术

[ “another trip to the nurse, i see… if i didn’t know better, i would think you were here to see me.” ]

⇢ senior baizhu is head of the health committee and is often seen helping out at the nurse’s. his kind and gentle nature makes the sterile place feel a lot more comforting and he attends to each patient without complaint. but when you come over, the nurse remarks how baizhu seems a bit more stressed whenever he frets over you. you’re not quite sure… after all, baizhu has always been so caring towards you and everyone else.

⇢ he’s sickly himself, so sometimes he has to rely on others for help. he does seem to ask you for help more so than the others, but you really shouldn’t mind. after all, he’s done so much for you! he’s prone to fainting, thankfully not that severe, but you have to catch him in your arms before he hits the floor. the way he thanks you and softly utters your name has you almost dropping him, and you swear there’s a cheeky grin on his face that’s gone a second after.

⇢ although his reputation is generally favorable, there are whispers that he and his family are involved in shady medical research. baizhu, when asked about these, will always only laugh and shake his head. ‘let them say what they want to say’, he would tell them. ‘what matters is that i’m capable of tending to them when they come to me for help.’ such thoughtful words often erase whatever doubts they have about baizhu and even make them guilty for even falsely accusing him.

⇢ but they’re right, though. they are a big pharmaceutical company, and every massive corporation has its shadows. a solo research that he’s been working on is in the area of immortality. in recent years, he’s been working on it with much more fervor now that he’s met you. back then, his goal for immortality was always directionless, only researching for the sake of curiosity. but now he has a clear goal: to spend eternity with you and for you.

⇢ he’s an expert businessman and your harem members are well aware of that. among them, he’s known to make many shady deals, especially since he’s so knowledgeable in… drugs. he makes a lot of profit from this, but another clear advantage is his time with you. though these rich students could just buy their drugs literally anywhere, no one quite provides the safety of not being caught like baizhu.

⇢ … might make those deals because more often than not, they end up with you in the nurse’s office. whether bruised from the bullying of another suitor or disoriented from some sort of poison, you rush to the nurse before things get worse for you. you’re so smart, he’d praise you as he tends to the wounds. there is a pleasure in bandaging you up, knowing full well that he could easily dig his nails into the cuts and leave you more in need of his help.

— ANXIOUS TYPE. mika schmidt

[ “they’re very cool but i… maybe i shouldn’t get too close…” ]

⇢ lil bro gets pushed around by the meaner people in his year and he doesn’t even question it. it’s just very easy to take advantage of him, with his eager-to-please personality and his notable ability to do almost anything exceptionally well. it takes him being adopted into the first-year harem group before the bullying dies down (mainly because most of the people there are well-known and powerful). he doesn’t quite understand how they could bond over a person (you) and was originally quite frightened at their almost fanatic worship of you.

⇢ no one would think he’s part of your harem, not with the way he desperately tries to avoid you. in fact, you could count the times you’ve talked to him on two hands. on all times he was a blushing and stuttering mess to the point that he was incoherent. xingqiu seemed to take a kick out of his embarrassment, while aether softly coaxed him into forming a full sentence in front of you. what stuck with you was how he refused to shake your hand, to which xingqiu bowled over laughing.

⇢ when he got a little bit more comfortable with you, he was still shy albeit not much to the point that he wasn’t willing to offer you help. you’d often bump into each other while you’re on your errand, and he takes half the workload. most of the time, the two of you work in silence, with mika taking frequent glances at you. when you’re done, he says a meek ‘goodbye!’ and sprints off.

⇢ stalks you around school like a little creep, but thankfully not to the point where he follows you home. he’d peek from around a corner, watching you in the distance with wide eyes in admiration. you’re always so hardworking and excellent… it’s no wonder you have so many admirers! he was almost caught by you a few times, but thankfully you’re none the wiser. his stalking is painfully obvious to the other harem members, but they think him harmless enough that they don’t pay him any mind.

⇢ things that you need the most are always miraculously appearing in your bag, locker, table, etc. when you had complained to thoma about not bringing your lunch, later that day you’d open your locker to find a freshly made lunchbox. when you grumble to yourself about running out of correction tape, a pack with the plastic still on appears on your table. you’re perplexed, albeit grateful. after all, this isn’t the first time some creepy shit has happened to you.

⇢ he really really wishes he’d work up the courage to talk to you face to face without having to be so nervous… but he can’t help the jitters whenever you’re just in front of him! your voice has his ears ringing, your scent has him dizzy, and you’re just so, so cool that he feels so small compared to you! how could he ever talk to you like this…! maybe in the future, when mika would be more capable and dependable…

[ “a–aah… how could i talk to them! they’re too…!” ]

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belovedyandere · 1 year

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I’ve been thinking about it and how about a jock x himbo jock, where himbo jock has a huge crush for jock but doesn’t think that jock would like them because they think that jock just sees them as a teammate but jock has a huge crush on himbo but himbo is just too oblivious?

cw. dubcon, manipulation, objectification, sexual themes, yandere themes

How could your Jock not notice that you have feelings for him? With the way his arm encircles your shoulder as he greets you from behind, making your face flush. Or when he is on the field and you constantly gaze at him. Gives him such an ego boost, his face all smug and chest pumped out as though he had won some sort of competition.

The Jock was without a doubt completely enlightened by this realisation, yet even then he thought he was going insane. No matter how many times you were invited to his home, touched, or flirted with, you never made the connection. Never attempt to read between the lines. The Jock found it frustrating considering you felt the same way about him; ergo, why won't you just be his? Were you trying to be difficult? No, you were too kind to dally with anyone for so long. Perhaps you did feel something for him, but all you would let yourself do was that. The Jock seemed to accept that prospect as the answer.

Obviously the Jock wouldn’t allow this. He was certainly on the verge of snapping, your taunting had only added fuel to the fire. The first step was accomplished when he pulled you aside before training and casually suggested that you visit his house after. And you obviously agreed, you were always susceptible to persuasion, especially from the Jock. The way your eyes fixed on him and muttering “yes” while nodding was fucking adorable to him. Even when it was to pull you away from your fuckwit friends, you would happily allow him to drag you away. But nevertheless, he knew to ask you, you always responded better to kinder interactions.

He kept glancing to the other side of the field where you took part in different exercises. Once you both were free to go, the two of you walked side by side, walking to his house, and it was unbearable. He didn’t care for the conversations, not with his heart in his throat. Your jock never experienced fear in hooking up, he’s confident in his looks and his charm. He can get anyone he’d like, but this is different. This feels too…heavy, the outcome can make or break him. And just as he was riddled in his thoughts, he comes to realise you’re in his room standing in front of him, waiting for him to respond back to your question. “What?” He asked flustered, though it seemed more aggressive in your eyes.

Throughout his training, he kept looking over to where you were waiting for him. When training was over, the two of you left together, but the distance to his house was painful. With his heart in his throat, he didn't pay any mind to your chatting. He was too lost in his head to focus. Your Jock is aware of his looks and charms, he’s confident in getting whatever he wants from others, hookups are no different. He can choose anybody he wants, yet this is different. It feels too…heavy, as if the result may make or break him. While lost in thought, your voice brings him back, only to then realises that you are in his room, standing in front of him and waiting for him to answer your question. “What?” He asked flustered, although it appeared more aggressive in your eyes. You explained that you asked what he wanted to do, with the usual routine being the both of you lazing around and watching tv.

Taking in a sharp breath, he just figured to get this over with. Even if his heart made him believe he may need to be sent to the hospital, he wanted to finish this stupid game. “I like you. No I mean- I like you but like like- fuck, give me a second–“ His hands went to his temple, as though to ground him better and to help him focus on his words, trying to recall what he would usually say to others when he wanted ask them out. “Bro, ignore the first part, what I’m trying to say is- I, uh, what I mean is, I want us to be a thing.” He felt pure embarrassment and rage at how fucking stupid he was acting, and to see your confused face felt like ten new blows to his chest. “Ugh fuck it, this is what I want.” Gripping your shoulders, he pushed your back to his bed as he hovered over you. His fingers gripping your chin roughly, his lips smashing into yours. It felt like a desperate attempt, it was a desperate attempt. His heart was beating too fast, he was trying so hard to keep his hands from shaking while trying to focus. His eyes were nailed shut, not wanting to open his eyes to find rejection in yours.

But when he felt your own lips move against his, your arm wrap around his shoulders and your legs snake his hips. He has to pull back, as if his mind had to be playing tricks on him. You stared back, bashful, wondering if you had done something wrong but just as quickly as the both of you paused, you both went back as before, however this time more forceful and passionate. Clothes had been stripped, drool had been dripping from your chin while his own was being worked and stretched within your hole. “Fuck…” he whispers gravelly, too horny to even look at you, “Never thought a guys ass could look this fucking hot…” He muttered, eager to put his throbbing cock in you, it felt unbearable at this point, it needed to be held and caressed tightly, and he exactly where it would be treated perfectly.

As he entered, you immediately squeezed around his tip, and his head drops back in utter pleasure while he sloppily rolls my hips hard. You moan, and so does he. He jerks back, then thrusts back in, snapping his hips. “Fuck, pretty boy is a little slut, huh?” He huskily remarks, licking his lips while his eyes scan your red-skinned face. Your mouth left open at the foreign sensations, he couldn’t help but lean towards you and have his own drool drip into your mouth, feeling a certain buzz as he watches you swallow it.

He savours the way you take his bulge with each hard shunt, and he makes you take it again and again. Each time, a mewl leaves your parted lips, addicting him. He speeds up as your body adjusts to accept him. You work with his rhythm, wanting to please him more, to see his face scrunch harder with pleasure, you continually squeeze and release. “You were always so fucking dumb,” He says in between grunts, the muscles in his arm bunching as he speeds his thrusts, “But it’s okay, pretty boys like you don’t need to be smart. They just need to take my cock like a doll, my pretty doll who gets dumber each time I fuck him.” He chuckles at his words, noticing how you don’t even seem to be taking anything in other than the rough thrusts of his angry cock.

Before long, he’s rutting into you in a craze, muttering your name, your noises spurring him on, your accepting body tormenting him, and all he want is to fill you with his, to possess it. And that is exactly what he does, he coats your insides with thick strips of his cum, while your own covers his stomach. “I waited too long for this, baby, we’re not gonna finish until one of us passes out.”

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 8 months

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Pletonic yandere with Disney Hades

Will be nice to have a sassy dad

Yandere Father Hades

“Come on Megara, all you got to say is that I’m going to some siren soiree you know. I just know he’s going to ask you before anything and it’ll give me enough time to–”

“Fat chance, Spitfire. You’re daddy’s going to sniff you out faster than Cereberus and we all know how that ended last time.”

You sucked your teeth as you know her words are true. While the embarrassment that came with your father crashing every Olympian party you so much as thought about attending. But you had to go this time, you just had to.

“But Meg…Perseus will be there…”

She groaned bookmarking a page in her book and closing it to look at you earnestly. Recognizing that longing look in your eyes, she painfully sighs as she grasps your hands.

“(Y/n) the thing about love is that it's…not guaranteed and wouldn’t you want to save your freedom for something that will promise your happiness.”

You knew what she was getting at and you had nothing to protest. Perseus may have invited you but you doubted he actually remembered you. Let alone would really notice you’re intentions towards him. Sinking your head and pulling from Meg’s hands you slowly stood.

“I-I guess you’re right.” You turned away mopily leaning on the exit of the room, “I’ll see you around Meg.”

She could only worriedly sigh as she watched you drag yourself out the room. Her look of sincerity and sorrow morphed; scrunching into a disatistied frown she turned the side of her cheek to the darkest corner behind her.

“Happy?”

From the darkness a blue fire ignited resting atop the head of none other than Hades. With a spikey toothed smile the deity of death emerged from the shadows with spirits high.

“You know what? I am! Ta think all it took to get them to behave was a brokenhearted–”

“Yeah. Yeah, well maybe if you let them live a little they wouldn’t treat you like the plague itself.”

“Meg, meg, meg! I’m sure you can’t tell but I’m their parent and what experience do you have raising a little bundle on your own?”

“...”

“Come on! Come on!”

“...none.”

“NONE! That’s right! Zilch, Nada!”

“Whatever just don’t go blowing up the underworld when they explode at you.”

“Yeah? And how much do you want to be-”

Suddenly the distant calls from Panic and Pain rang throughout the hall, before they stumbled in.

“Sir! S-sir!”

“M-master! (Y/n) took the chariot–”

“-and t-they released Cerberus as well!”

Exactly as they expected an angry beam of red hot fire shot off his head as his face contorted to one of pure rage. Meg stepped away from him letting her lips stretch into a knowing smirk as she crossed her arms.

“WHAT?!”

“T-they i-interrupted our cleaning it–”

“Yeah sayin’ something about not living forever?”

Meg snickered. “What’d I tell ya?”

He shot a glare towards her before grasping the heads and horns of Pain and Panic. Veins popping from his forehead and heat permeating from his hands, he let out a pent up scream. Shriveling in response the imps bore the pain of his raging flames.

“AAAAAAAGGHHH!”

“HOT! HOT! HOT!HOT!”

Meg rolled her eyes holding her hands over her ears, waiting until his eventual cool down. In a puff of air he released his servants and ran a hand through his azure flamed hair.

“Alright Im cool, I’m cool again. We just need to know where they're going.”

“We don’t know Master!”

“M-m-maybe they went to a park or something?”

“I’m thinking our dearest Nutmeg knows the answer to that!”

She groaned as Hades squeezed her shoulders and mockingly nuzzled his cheek into hers. Pulling away she looked behind her to see a dark look on the lord of death’s face. She fought her desire to shakily sigh before spilling what she knew–she hoped you were doing what you needed to do.

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Arriving on the chariot of death to a Solcist party was the coolest entrance you could have had. And as much as you wished you could dally you needed to find Perseus–to tell him how you felt. Pushing past the other party-goers still guffawing at your arrival you made your way into the heat of the gathering already feeling the tightness of bodies dancing next to one another.

You could smell the power of your cousin Eros wafting through the air. It gave you a sense of urgency as you searched for the one you were looking for.

“(Y/n)?”

Perfect timing. You turned to the hero, expecting to see him as handsome as the day you met him only to stagger at the sight.

On his arm was Andromeda, the ethiopian princess he’d recently saved. In turn he was leaning into her, a visual intimacy between the two that really made them stand out.

“H-hey Perseus, Andromeda.”

“So happy you could make it, we’ve heard great things about you-”

He kept talking and all you could do was blindly nod your head and wave off his compliments. Watching painfully as they disappeared into the crowd, seemingly sneaking off to make out in a corner somewhere.

It hurt.

It hurt a lot.

But you didn’t want to leave. In fact you wanted to party. Party so hard you’d see no end in sight. To forget about that pain, to replace it with something sweeter for the time being. You’d deal with the pain later but for the time being…

“I think its a good time to call those…flower lovers…what are they? The lotus eaters?”

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When Hades finally arrived to the right party spot, he’d fully expected its attendees to run in terror. After all he arrived on the back of a drooling and searching Cerberous but the only reaction was the distant coos of some few who seemed to notice them.

“Aww what a cute puppy!”

“Here give ‘em a flower!”

“Give them three.”

Hades scrunched his nose, practically suffocating by the sent of intoxication and the lotus’ influence. Slipping offf Cereberus’ back he walked past the intoxicated guests. He didn’t mind the way the giant dog(s) accepted the flowers offered to them as well as the humans feeding them as snacks.

“Saves me a cow or two.”

Entering the andron, he shoved past the different intoxicated humans and demi-humans in search of a familiar head. Even as he pulled at familiar looking partiers and stomped through different rooms he found no sign of his little flame. Feeling close enough to burn the property to the ground he quieted as he recognized your silhouette in the moonlight.

Sitting idly on a bench you were too occupied removing the seeds of your pomegranate to properly acknowledge your fatherl.

“Hey, you! You look like your having the time of your life too bad I’m here to cut it short! Eh?!”

He put his hands out as he finished his punchline to which you sent a single look his way. Deflated Hades plops himself next to you looking into your lap and then at your face.

“Sooo is this what you’re like with lotus in your system? A total buzzkill?”

He frowned deeper when you all but sighed as you continued to pick out the seeds of your fruit.

“I already had two of the lotus flowers…but that was a while ago.”

“Than what in my name are you doing here?”

He watched your eyes look to the side towards a couple that were drunkenly clinging to one another; that was all he needed.

“Uhh no reason.”

He didn’t seem convinced. But when you gave him that adorable pout he figured he could wait before exacting their comeuppance for putting Hades baby in a state of unease. Kirking his mouth into a smile as he pulled you into him.

“C’mon kid what’d do ya say we blow this popsicle stand? Eternity’s still young and the dead won’t stop coming anyway!”

You chuckled, “What’d we even do?”

“Well I’ve been hearing rumors of Thebes having a new hero, figured we send a hydra or two over for a…welcoming gift.”

“That sounds cruel….I’m in!”

“Yes! Now where’s the chariot?”

“Right, about that that’s a f-funny story–”

“Kid you’re killin’ me here!”

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The day had come and Meg couldn’t help but smirk at the sight. Sleeping soundly in your room surrounded by the armor of the now fallen hero. Not to mention the other various artifacts you clutching onto in your sleep.

“All tuckered out. I’d say you weren’t half as bad as a dog but I know you too well for that.”

“Think what you may the title of #1 Daddyio belongs to me. Speaking of I have a job for you Meg.”

He handed her a device, it looked strange but he snatched it out of her hands to shove on her face; clouding her vision.

“Ah what are these things?”

“The cool kids are callin’ them: sunglasses! Anyway, there’s this guy with a gorgon’s head and I need him dead.”

#yandere hades #yandere disney #yandere disney x reader #yandere disney hades #yandere platonic #yandere father hades #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere family

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chococolte · 2 years

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word count. 798

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, obsessive behaviors/thoughts, sagau + cult au, g/n reader

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. request from my old acc </3 no au mentioned, but i went ahead and did sagau ^^

It's mortifying, the first time it happens— when you bring him into your chambers and ask him to kneel at your feet. He's afraid he'll do something wrong, something to upset you— this close to you, this close to your scent, he almost feels like passing out. Gorou is unable to do anything but lament as his guard falls without complaint, his tail wagging behind him.

His every action feels scrutinized under your eyes, even though you say nothing, only a faint smile playing on your lips. Gorou bends the moment you voice your request, head nearly hitting the floor. You laugh; so, so beautifully. Pink dusts his cheeks, and he's only capable of thinking of two things while your scent muddies his mind:

One: He's so incredibly grateful you're unable to see his expression. He can't imagine how shameful it would be if you were to see him like this, dazed and dizzy from your attention. At least like this, he can remain in front of you, capturing your eyes and doing as you desire, while salvaging what little pride he can have in front of you.

And two: Though Gorou would never admit it, even to you, he feels safe by your feet, safer than he ever has before. He finally feels at peace by the bottom of your resplendent throne, like he's finally, truly, where he belongs. As if he had been living his entire life unaware he was missing a part of himself. Even if you are his God, even if it was just the two of you, Gorou would still find it unbearable to say it aloud. But his tail gives away his internal thoughts anyhow, uncaring as to how his God may perceive him now; it sways side to side, jumping with excitement.

"Gorou." You voice through the mist clouding his mind. It pierces through like an arrow, splitting apart the fog. He blinks and shivers as soon as he realizes it. His name falling from your lips leaves him breathless, left wanting more. He does not dare ask, waiting for you to finish speaking.

You hum contently looking at his bent figure. "Raise your head," you command, and Gorou does not dare dally. He rises his head the moment you order it, following without a second thought. You smile. Gorou feels his sense of self-control waver— he wants nothing more than to leap into your lap and beg you to look at him more, praise him more.

"Come here, won't you?" You phrase it like a question, as if you are only asking. As if he has the right to refuse you, in all that you are. Gorou hesitates, but only for a moment. You tap your lap, and something in Gorou breaks. He scrambles on all fours, as he finally understands what it is your offering.

Your hands reach for his face and cup his cheeks without much preamble. He barely has time to comprehend anything before he's shuddering into your warmth, holding himself back from leaning his entire body weight into your hands. Gorou sighs blissfully, his ears and tail twitching as they beg for your attention.

So close to you, your scent is almost overwhelming. It clings to your clothes and the air, and it envelops him entirely. Gorou can't stop himself from trying to dig himself deeper.

"You're so desperate," you tease, voice soft and unhurried. Gorou's breath hitches in his throat as he flushes, hiding his face in your hands. He doesn't trust himself to say anything: to refute your words would be a lie.

He is desperate. Desperate for you, in all of your glory. In all of your greatness, beautiful and poised.

You laugh at the sensation of his canines rubbing against the palms of your hands. Then you pull back, and Gorou almost whines from the lack of contact. He leans forward, trying to follow your warmth, almost falling on top of you. Just as quick, your hands are back, but this time they're rubbing at the base of his ears, scratching at his scalp.

Gorou shivers, gasping. Your fingers move and touch all the right places, leaving him panting for air. His tail stiffens for a moment, then all of his tension is released as you play with the tips of his ears.

Gorou knows his face must be embarrassing, eyebrows creasing and cute, little noises leaving his mouth. If your expression is anything to go by, you're enjoying every bit of it. He bites his lips as he tries to keep quiet, almost drawing blood.

"Don't do that," you say, scratching at a specific spot that makes his back arch. "I want to hear what cute little sounds you can make for me. Be my good boy, won't you?"

Gorou whimpers.

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cryingaboutit1514 · 3 months

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Eating His Prey

author's note: I really wanted to write a fic about Ike, more specifically sadistic and yandere Ike because holy shit it was kinda hot what he was doing sheeeeeesh Summary: Being such a sly (apparently my keyboard wanted to make you slay so you're also very slay) and mischievous little fox you are, you decide to mess around in a wolf's territory. However, you're in for a wild reality check... Contains: degrading oh wow, dom Ike, hes literally using you, and all that spicy stuff mmm

Hunting in the wolf's territory was an adventure within itself, the new terrain and yummy prey was something that you desired very much. Besides, wouldn't be fun to mess around a bit? You are a great predator yourself, enjoying making your prey squeak and cry underneath your arms. You'd drag out their suffering for a good while. It was all fun and games for you.

You are currently traipsing through the forest full of crowded trees, scattered patches of sunlight kissing the grass floor. You finished having a good meal of a rabbit, a cute little thing you almost felt bad for devouring. Your nose quivered, sniffing the air and catching a scent.

Wolf scent. But your senses told you he was away at the moment. You grin, lips pulled back to reveal canine teeth. His little home! Maybe you could get some sort of rabbit shit and litter it all across his home. Maybe you could build a little fort out of sticks for him.

You dart in and out bushes with ease, your feet silently tapping the ground. Your prey hardly ever heard you coming, which was fortunate and unfortunate at once. Unaware little things. Thank god you were an excellent predator and not some weak ass prey!

You find yourself at the mouth of a cave, looking awfully gloomy inside. You sniff once more. Yup, his scent is much stronger here. Without a care in the world, you skip on inside.

It was very dark for a good few feet, your night vision clicking in after a few seconds. Bones lay scattered across the cave floor: skulls, ribs, femurs, arms. Some even arranged in twisted ways, like horrific art. Wolf must be some sort of sick freak. Not like you were anyone to judge. But still. Freak.

But it gradually began to get brighter, and you walk faster, you didn't want to dilly dally after all. You emerge within a bigger room, with a hole on the ceiling like a window. You notice there was no patch of leaves or soft grass for rest (what the fuck does he actually sleep on this hard ass rock? The wolf is literally a psycho) and surprisingly, no weird bone art. Just tallies on the wall, made with his claw you presumed, lining the walls. Several rows after row. What is this? his body count?

Eh. you don't care. You just wanna create a mess out of his home.

You drag some of the bones from the corridor and toss them around. Snapping some in half and creating your own work of art. You giggle as you line up some bones, a picture of a cock on his floor now. Your tail swishes back and forth with excitement. Perhaps you should go back to the riverbed, gather some mud and plaster it all over the wolf's walls. A nice touch to such a bland room.

You turn your head and freeze. Your heart rate increases.

The wolf himself is here, staring you down with golden eyes. Glowing from the darkness, expression blank as he watched you. Caught-red handed. How long was here there anyway? How did you not hear his entrance? as for the smell, his scent was all over the place, and it is very strong. Luck was simply not on your side.

"Well well well," the grey wolf chuckles darkly, sending electricity down your spine. Instinct told you to run your ass out of there, but you froze, out of fear. "What's a little fox doing here in my domain? Wrecking my home, hm?"

You say nothing, eyes glancing behind him. The only exit. A laugh, as he approaches still.

"Since we are going to get very acquainted, my name is Ike Eveland," the wolf says cheerfully and you furrow your brows because what the hell? "And now, answer me this: what gave you the idea to come here? Death wish?"

"...b-because i wanna," your shaky voice replies and you clear your throat. You straighten your body and stare back at him, never backing down. Not too some puny wolf. "I go wherever I want."

Ike tsks at you, stalking closer. "Now now, I like the confidence yes, but do you realise your situation, dear?" He smiles, sharp teeth bared. "I'm going to eat you alive."

Finally, he launches himself at you, claws glinting in the sunlight. Immediately your legs tense and push you, sprinting below him out of the room and into the corridor. Your heart roars in your ears as you run as far as you possibly can out of the cave, breathing heavily.

What a fucking insane little shit! He was definitely a bit smaller than other wolves you met, but something about the way his sinister gaze sent shivers down your spine. You hated to admit it, but the wolf was actually pretty intimidating. His eyes were such a lovely shade of gold though...

You shake your head and keep running, hopping through a small river to make him lose your scent. You turn towards another direction, toward the familiar big tree you liked to lean against when you wanted to think. It was a good distance from the wolf's territory, so you should be fine. Besides, why would Ike come all the way over here for one silly fox? Heh.

You arrive at the foot of the tree and plop down, regaining your oxygen. Damn, you've never ran so much in your life. You curl your fluffy tail around you, plucking out leaves. Your beating heart slowed a bit as relief flooded your veins. That was simply a vibe check from the gods above. You have learned to stay away from there in the near by future, because if you went there again, you wouldn't have a future.

You lean down with the balls of your hand on the grass, stretching with your ass in the air and felt every bone crack in your back. You sigh contently. It has always felt good to do that after a run.

Your ear twitched and a sound of rustling bushes interrupts your stretch. You sit back, suddenly alert. You sniff the air, but only smell your wet fur. You survey your surroundings, and seeing nothing. A squirrel? However, you stayed cautious and kept your ears open.

While you were cleaning your teeth, another sound, the noise of a twig snapping under a huge weight. It is closer to you than before.

With no warning, you high-tail it out of there, not even turning to see who it is because you could already tell by that menacing aura alone. The grey wolf is hunting you.

"Go away!" you shout, shooting through bushes and swerving around thick trees. "Go find some dumb rabbit to devour!"

"You're much more intriguing!" Ike calls, and you're startled by how you can't hear his footsteps and yours is loud as shit. "Let's play a game, huh?"

"I don't play no games!" You snap, diving into a fox hole made from another fox and scurrying through the small tunnel. He couldn't get through because he's too large! ha!

"It'll be fun!" He calls from outside the tunnel. "Let's play hide and seek, little one!" Ike sings, and you find it oddly pretty.

Dude, really?

You shoot out the other end and continue sprinting. Fuck out of here with that hide and seek nonsense!

"I'll be the seeker," Ike says from behind, startling so much you almost stumble. "I'll give you some time to hide!"

His voice fades and you glance over your shoulder. Gone. Kapoof. Finally, holy shit, his presence was getting annoying as shit. Wait. Is he actually going to play hide and seek?

You curse in your mind, running as far as your legs could carry. You pause, chest heaving as you breath rapidly through your mouth. You turn in a circle, attempting to find a good hiding spot. You spy a big tree with a hollow center, obscured by a flower bush. It is right by a river too!

You dive into the hole without delay and try to rein in your breathing. You quickly adjust the bush so it didn't look like it was rammed through. It was not long before you felt that ominous presence again, your tail poofing up instantly.

"Little fox, where are you?" Ike coos from a good distance away. You cover your mouth with both hands. "You're a sly thing, huh? Walking around my own territory like it was your place. Now, it's time to make sure you learn your place."

You press yourself against the wall so hard, the grooves start to imprint on your skin. You're starting to regret your decisions. It seems like the wolf will never let you go until he captures you. You silently pray to whatever gods were listening.

Turns out they were not. They said screw you kiddo you're on your own.

"I will find you," Ike promises, his voice a tad closer. "I can feel your heart. So fast. Am I making you nervous?"

You grind your teeth, stopping yourself from growling. This cocky bastard.

"I tend to get that reaction a lot. I didn't think I was that horrifying, being on the smaller scale," Ike says and you roll your eyes because who the fuck asked? "I give off threatening vibes, supposedly. that's what the last one said anyway."

Huh?

"The last prey I had," the wolf continues, almost as if he just read your mind. "You must've seen the lines on the walls. All animals I've killed and perhaps devour. Sometimes, I kill for the fun of it and leave the carcass for other animals. Oh, how thrilling it is, watching the blood seep onto the floor and the life draining out of their eyes!" Ike sighs and your blood goes cold because it's outside your hiding place. A big hand reaches out to touch the flower in front of you. "Their blood, such a pretty shade of red just like this poppy."

The hand snakes out like a viper and snatches your ankle and you yell, kicking at him but he drags you out of the tree. Still kicking and screaming bloody murder, you kick his face in sheer desperation. His head turned toward another direction but his hand still latched onto your ankle.

"That wasn't very polite," Ike says, his gaze on you and you still. "What's wrong? Sad because you lost?"

"No way!" You claw at his hand but he doesn't budge. Just watches your pathetic attempts. "Let go!"

He leans in close to your face and you halt your actions. His breaths on your face as the wolf holds eye contact with you. The flecked color of brown in his eyes are mesmerizing to look at, entrancing. You swallow hard. Ike's hand slides from your ankle to your knee, to your thigh, sending goosebumps across your skin. He squeezes, his nails digging in slightly and you wince.

"No. You're mine to play with now, cute little fox."

Something about the way his voice went lower, or was it the hand movement? made your heart beat faster, and not in a frightened way. The wolf's hand travels to your hip and your breath hitches, still staring into the eyes of your enemy. The hand goes all the up from your arm, feather light, skins your collarbone and finds itself a new home on your neck. Wrapping his fingers around your delicate neck, Ike begins to squeeze lightly. Still looking down at you with those pretty eyes, hovering over you with such a smirk on his lips.

Ike stops squeezing, evidently surprised. He sniffs the air, but still a hand around your throat, his nose dipping lower. His nose bumps against your thigh and he growls low in his throat, yanking your legs apart. You squeak.

Arousal. Pure arousal, glittering in the light. Ike stares for a moment, still sniffing. His gaze slides back up to you and you stop breathing.

"Little fox..." he says quietly, and excitement jolts up. "Are you... aroused, right now?"

You don't respond, a bit ashamed. Why the hell were you getting horny for the man about to kill you? Who in their right mind-?

You gasp as you feel a hot mouth against your pussy, lapping up the juices with a shocking pace. You whine, struggling to get away but both his hands are on your thighs now, keeping you spread open and down on the grass as he ravaged your pretty little hole.

You tasted so fucking good, more than he could ever imagine! His nose bumps your clit as his tongue glides in and out of your wet hole, making squelching noises. You moan loudly, digging your nails into his scalp as you push him into you. Ike growls, sending more electricity up your spine. His teeth grazes your clit as he suckles the bundle of nerves and you gasp.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck- mph!" You cover your mouth, attempting to muffle your embarrassing sounds.

The wolf stops, narrowing his eyes at you. "Who said for you to hide those pretty noises?"

You bite your lip, legs squirming as the breeze hits your pussy. "I-I, well..."

"Keep our hands. Off. If you do so again, I'll make sure you never do it again, do you understand?"

You nod quickly, getting even more aroused by his threat and you subconsciously think, 'what the FUCK' and he smirks.

Ike eats you out like a wolf starved, fucking and teasing your hole with such accuracy you start to see stars, and watching him eat you like you were the best meal he ever had turned you on even more and you felt your walls clamp around his tongue.

"Good slut," Ike whispers against your clit, sucking on it for a brief moment before sinking his teeth into your thigh, making you yelp. "Horny little thing, for a predator who was going to devour you whole..." the wolf chuckles.

Your slick slathered across his face, buried in you, legs over his shoulders was a sight to see. You moan, "a-ah! Mmm, right there, t-there!" Your toes curl, eyes rolled back as the orgasm comes over in waves, making your body shake from pleasure as you release soft whines. But Ike isn't done, he's just getting started.

A finger pushes itself into you and you gasp yet again. It explores your walls, tickling that one spot. Then another is added, and Ike slowly pumps his fingers into you, watching with fascination as your pussy eagerly swallows his digits. Pulling him in.

"What a fucking whore," he notes, flicking his eyes up at your flushed cheeks and the drool leaking down your chin. "I haven't even put my cock in you yet."

Your walls squeeze around his fingers at the sentence and he laughs darkly. He bites your other thigh, drawing blood as you wince in pain. The wolf quickly laps up your blood with a groan. His fingers pump faster, curling at the right time and you moan in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Greedy bitch. Do you want me to let you cum?" He asks, gold glowing between your legs. New hickeys flourish all over your inner thighs along with obvious bite marks.

"Yes please," you moan, angling your hips up and he repeatedly hits that delicious spot. "Hah- f-fuck! N-ngh! Pleasepleasepleaseplease... "

Ike pulls his fingers out and you immediately protest but he shushes you. The loss of his fingers inside you was making you insane, until you get filled up by something entirely different.

"O-oh... " you moan quietly, his cock hard inside of you.

"Dumb fox." Ike takes your wrists and pins them above your head as he looks down at you. Your breath hitches. "Dumb, horny fox."

He snaps his hips and you make a guttural sound. Ike's pupils are big, drinking in every single detail from your sweat collecting on your skin, your body squirming underneath him, to your mouth popped open slightly. Oh, and those luscious lips of yours, appearing soft and unkissed...

Might as well make you his new toy now, eh?

Ike smashes his lips into yours as he fucks you fast and hard, shoving his tongue inside your mouth as you open to moan. Tongues dancing together and his muscle exploring every single space within your mouth. You tasted so delicious and felt so delicious, there was no way in hell he was letting you go now.

Satisfied with your bruised lips, the wolf goes to mark your neck. Biting, kissing, sucking. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he digs his nails into you. Tears running down your face as you hiccup, crying and saying "it's too much, it's too much'.

Ike could not give a damn. You brought this upon yourself, and now he's going to have fun with his new fucktoy.

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coffee-430 · 5 months

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I saw your event. Congrats on your 100 followers! Can I request for prompt 11 with a Zhongli and xiao(separate). Reader is female and uh— this is embarrassing but can it please be smut?

Thank you and have a nice day/evening.

—100 Followers Event!

No. 11: "You were my first, so you shall be my last." With Yandere Zhongli and Yandere Xiao

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao (separate)

Warnings: yandere themes, non-consensual touching, obsessive behaviour, double penetration (Zhongli), rape, kidnapping, mentions of blood

Note: Reader is fem as requested.

— Zhongli

Life with the Geo Archon was luxurious— as one would say— his feats and earned riches was something everyone envies and wishes to covet.

But not you.

You have always been on the minimalist side, opting to spend your time more in the outdoors of your home and sitting upon the quiet meadows— underneath a tree.

A soft tune of a bird was enough to humour you, as well as the sight of a few faunas dallying around was enough to entertain you.

You weren't interested in any gold or whatever riches were there that existed.

But sadly, one day, you fell in love with the brutish and power seeking God of the Rock.

He caught your eye just as you caught his.

His lifestyle was very much the opposite from yours and that intrigued you to the core. From peeping behind a tree to watch him train— to eventually talking to him and becoming acquainted with each other.

You caught his eye, just as he caught yours.

Every moment spent with him was always filled with a mixture of fear and thrill on seeing him do his daily conquest on territories he had set his eyes on.

Disgusts also fill you, but it would always quickly go away just as it came whenever he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear with a bloody hand.

His piercing amber eyes were always so dominating and intimidating to what unfortunate figure it would land its sights. But it was always the opposite with you.

Instead of a cold and calculating gaze— he was soft. His eyes turned soft the moment he saw you. Offering you a simple gift that you would always gratefully take from his bloody hands.

Despite feeling uncomfortable being with him, you push through. Because no matter how violent and terrifying he was, his physical behaviour was always different with you.

So different that even Guizhong noticed it and the teasing words would always make you blush and deny such assumptions.

But, from mere acquaintance to friends, soon— you two became something more.

It was like being in cloud nine every single day.

His touches were gentle, his words were sweeter than honey. He asked you to move in with him— live with him and reside within the comfortable warmth of his grand abode.

He treated you with such care it was tooth achingly sweet.

Every moment spent with him— every kiss, every hug, every passionate night with him was something every woman wished to have.

Until,

The day came.

Where you saw just how maddeningly sweet he was, that it was beginning to make you understand why your whole being itches for you to leave.

And you should've listened from the start.

You should've never signed that contract.

His touches were still gentle, but they had a tinge of possessiveness in them. His words were sweeter than honey but they had a tinge of disturbing meaning to them.

Every kiss, every hug, every passionate night, every moment with him was once so wholesome— now turned possessive and controlling. He applied his brutish and cold behaviour into your relationship and that made you feel suffocated.

Eventually, things got worse.

Your every movement was monitored, you weren't allowed to take even a small step outside, and your interaction with anyone turned from limited to no contact at all. Unless it was him.

Life with the Geo Archon was luxurious— as one would say— his feats and earned riches was something everyone envies and wishes to covet.

But not you.

You hated every single bit of it.

Every kiss, every hug, every passionate night, every moment with him was once so wholesome— now turned forced and abusive.

He applied his brutish and cold behaviour into your relationship and that made you feel hysterical.

Every night in your room was spent with his forceful behaviour. What was once such a passionate lover's dance turned into a torturous and nightmarish cycle.

And it got worse when the heavens above showed signs of a full blown war approaching.

Your screams were left unanswered and no one bats an eye, simply prefering to appease the Geo Archon to avoid getting themselves kneeling at the end of his spear.

He became more cruel, more strict, more greedy.

Forcing you to muster up the courage to finally run away. And never looking back.

How did you do it? You couldn't recall and didn't care. You were far too busy to flee away and into your new profound freedom.

All hell breaks loose the day you went missing. That it was considered too brutal to even write down in history.

And he has never been happy since then. He made a vow to be much more firm with you once he catches you back.

Holding a grudge with irritation and frustration that you dared to break your contract with him.

A grudge that he still carries with him till the present time.

And that would mean now.

Currently, you were walking in disguise. Living amongst the mortals that dwelled most of the land, interacting with them as if you were one of them.

It was another normal day for you— except, it wasn't. You happen to meet a curious fellow on your way to your usual market, and he strikes up a rather interesting conversation between the both of you.

Aether was his name.

Funnily, you thought his name was something you had heard before but had forgotten where.

Perhaps you were just imagining things.

Yes.

Lately, you have been feeling odd. As if your guts were telling that something big was about to come. Though, you merely brush it off and thought nothing of it.

Such a foolish move, no?

"The usual please." You smiled, handing over the precise amount of mora towards the merchant in front you.

She smiled in return and gave you what you bought. "Thank you for your purchase, please come visit again, (Y/n)."

"I will." You waved her off and went on on your way. Thinking of what to do for the day as you walked—

"I knew it."

"—?"

As if a wave of coldness struck you hard, you froze in your spot.

That voice— "For centuries I have searched for you," That oh-so familiar voice...

"For centuries I had left no stone unturned, for centuries I walked the land through every nook and cranny,"

Your eyes widened, feeling a gloved hand being brought down onto your shoulder. And it almost made you drop everything you were holding.

—!?

"But after all that," The voice was close. Close next to your ear.

"I have finally found you, (Y/n)."

You screamed when the man threw you on to the hard cold floor.

It all happened so fast. You were frozen in fear the moment you realised who you had encountered, and that encounter led you being dragged against your will and being thrown inside his humble abode.

He didn't waste anymore time as he got on top of you. "Years all gone to waste in search of you." Zhongli hissed, gripping both your wrist and making you unable to move despite all your struggles.

"But now, I have finally got you back." Slowly, he leaned closer to your ear. "And this time, I'll be sure to tighten my hold. I'll never let you go again."

"Argh!" You screamed in pain and tried kicking him away, but he was far too strong for you.

"Please, let me go! I don't want to go back!" Yelling at the top of your lungs was useless, and it also hurt. But what else could you do? Other than struggling there pathetically and pleading with him with eyes full of tears.

The sounds of clothes ripping of both yours and his filled the ambience of the room. Your desperate cries and his sounds of emotions being released after years of bottling it up— pretending to be a simple minded man who blended with the mortals— now turned into a beast unhinged released from its cage.

"P-Please not this— I don't want this!" You've done this before, and nothing worked. So why still do it?

The brunette growled and his amber coloured eyes stared down at you with such a piercing gaze. "You were not meant to leave me. You broke our contract."

"Ah—!!" A pained scream burst out from your lips, tears violently ran down your face as he began violating you like before. Your bare body was once again tainted by his dragon-like hands, and his cocks ravaged you like there's no tomorrow.

"You were my first, so you shall be my last." He whispered, moving his hip like a wild animal as you wailed there, taking it involuntary.

"And I intend that you see through it."

The moment you signed that contract was the day you had sealed your fate. It was your own fault. The signs were there, but stupid you ignored it as you silently prayed it was simply a trick of your own imagination.

But now you are beginning to beg to differ, aren't you?

Zhongli came and forced you to take his seed from within. You reached your own climax too— against your will, and your vision began to be blurry.

You don't know how many times he has filled you with his disgusting substance but you were certain you passed out from exhaustion, and he was still going.

You concluded that there was no escaping, and this was your punishment. The punishment for leaving and for being so naïve. Now you face the consequence, as you suffer the wrath of the rock.

— Xiao

You wept as you were pinned down by force on the bed.

An unhinged demon growled on top of you, grinding your thigh between his legs. You whimpered and shook with fear.

This wasn't how you planned your night to go.

You promised yourself you would simply be ending things on good terms with your lover— but everything suddenly went downhill the moment you mentioned leaving him.

You cried as Xiao growled above you.

"You dare think about leaving me?" He spat. "After all the trouble you went through just to have my heart— you now wish to throw it all away?"

The Yaksha exclaimed, tightening his grip on you. You cried and tried to plead with him.

Achieving Xiao was one of the biggest achievements you have ever earned, and loving him was a bonus. He was everything you had dreamed of, except for his cold side personality that he often gives off— but you managed.

All was swell really, until you accidentally found out about karmic debt he had been struggling to get away from for years. And in secret, you did your research and found out more about it.

Since then, you have become more distant— more cautious around his person. Fearing what he'll do if whatever curse that he was avoiding gets to him.

And he noticed it too.

Your silly little head forgets that he was no human, and such a creature as he possessed eyes that of a hawk.

He saw how you were more aloof with him, in comparison to your human friends. Xiao began to overthink things that maybe perhaps you had finally regretted ever being with him. But you had placed so much effort into being acquainted with him, and you were just to throw it all away in just a snap?

How stupid of you.

"X-Xiao please, let me expl—"

"Silence!"

"Ah!"

You yelped in pain, as he seethed in anger. "You spent all those times chasing me deliberately no matter how many times I pushed you away,"

He neared your ear, "And now that I have reciprocate your feelings, you dare to leave me?"

Your heart beat thumped so fast in your chest, that you fear you would die with your heart bursting out before Xiao could have his way with you.

"After I finally decided to love you, you want to end it all...?"

Now, you just feel guilty because of what he said. But you knew it within you that you had every right to break everything up.

"Was everything just a joke to you?"

Xiao's eyes glinted with an unsettling intensity as he clutched on your wrists, using his body weight to prevent you from getting away.

"You can't leave me, (Y/n). We were meant to be together, forever."

The atmosphere thickened with tension as your plea echoed, "Please, Xiao, let go." But in Xiao's distorted reality, love had become an unrelenting grip, refusing to release its hold.

Suddenly, your clothes were ripped to bits. With one hand, he held you steady while the other forced you to reveal yourself bare in front of him.

With eyes widening, you shouted, "Wha— Wait no! This is t-too far!"

You stared at him, but all you could see was an unsettling determination in his eyes hinted at a perilous obsession that refused to release its grip.

Your desperate scream echoed through the room, "Let go, Xiao! Stop!" But Xiao, blinded by obsession, remained steadfast, his love morphing into a disturbing possession.

The room filled with a heavy disturbing tension as you struggled to free yourself, fear etched across your face.

Ignoring your plea, he continued to obsessively profess his undying love, leaving an eerie chill in the air, a stark reminder of a relationship unravelling into unsettling territory.

"Let me engrave it into your mind." He whispered, "You were my first, so you shall be my last."

In a dimly lit room, a place where no one could hear you nor disturb you from where you were, Xiao— your once beloved Yaksha— violated you against your will.

"..ah...ngh..." The demon grunted as he kept on pushing himself inside you. "Ha..so..tight.."

While you were weakly sobbing and taking it forcefully. You had no more energy left, and even if you did, there was no way you could push off a very strong non-human creature on top of you.

Tears streamed down your face as you trembled in the dimly lit room. The air was heavy with tension, suffocating your senses. "Please, just let me go," you pleaded again— knowing it was hopeless, your voice quivering.

He continued to touch you, in ways that only a genuine lover could. But he was no longer genuine, not anymore.

His thrusts were that of an animal. His pants and grunts fill the room, along with your pained sighs and cries. A mixture of both pain and the involuntary wave of pleasure, crashing upon both of you like a tidal wave.

You did everything you could to rebel against his movements, but none seemed to work, and defying him was only hurting you more. But you were determined to try despite the excruciating pain.

"Ah— ah..." Tears that could fill a river made your sight blurry, but he didn't care. He'll only bother to wipe them once he is done with you, but that will have to wait.

"Mm~ this..." He pants. "This is for your own good, ngh...~" Or so he says, clearly he was deep into his delusions.

"This would've been much more pleasurable had you not come to spoil what was on between us."

And he was pointing fingers at you, as if blaming you for the things that were happening to you.

Eventually, his thrusts began to lose its rhythm for a bit— indicating that he was close. And the moment you fear what'll he do next was about to come true.

Your sobs grew louder, a desperate symphony of fear and resignation. You knew, deep down, that escape from his delusional grasp seemed impossible.

A whimper escapes past your lips, trying to squirm away from him for the last time. "Please— ugh...ah— fu—" You cried, "Not i-inside....."

"Quiet." He snapped, "Mh, fuck..." He was close to reaching his climax, and sad to say, so were you.

"Bear everything I gave you, it's the least you could do for attempting such a foolish move of leaving me." Grunting, Xiao held you steady and pushed his cock deep inside your cunt.

Your body moved against your will and you hated every bit of it.

"Stop, I don't want—"

"You don't have a say in this."

He came with one last harsh thrust, making you arch your back as you cried out in forced ecstasy.

He spilled everything inside of you, tainting you with his torment from the inside.

You caused so much trouble in being with him, and his love was what you wanted right? So why are you crying like a pathetic child when he has given exactly what you wanted.

In the distorted realm of his twisted affection, you knew that freedom was an illusion, and the only certainty was the perpetual torment of a love gone horribly wrong.

#co430event!#co430requests #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere zhongli x reader #yandere xiao #thank you so much for 100 followers!

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ddarker-dreams · 11 months

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Waning Moon.

Yan Giorno x F Reader. Commissioned piece.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, religions symbolism and codependency (???). Word count: 3k.

You don’t remember it being this difficult to stay up late.

As a child, the concept was so novel that the excitement alone sustained you. Streetlamps illuminated a world that fell into stasis until the sun poked its head over in the east, all creation held its breath in anticipation. You’d settle into this valley between loneliness and the closest you’d ever get to peace.

There was only you and that was frightening.

There was only you and that was comforting.

As an adult, staying up late requires intentionality, willpower, and caffeine. Lots of caffeine.

The allure of courting a silent relationship with the moon might not be as mystifying, but the charm isn’t entirely lost with age. It has remained constant while you endured an upheaval you never expected. Constants become anchors in an otherwise restless sea. Come what may, you know this for certain — the moon will rise every night over a villa whose doors don’t unlock at your behest.

Sighing, you shut the book in your hands and rub your eyes. You haven’t been able to retain any of the words on the pages. It reminds you of those late nights spent hunched over at your desk, diligently studying for the esame di stato. Whenever you began to doze off, you’d chastise yourself; this pertained to your future, after all. Never could you have fathomed your life would unravel the way it did.

It’s this bitter sentiment that makes you question what exactly you’re trying to accomplish here.

Is it boredom that’s encouraged this desire to stick your nose in Giorno’s affairs? Spite? You cannot say for certain.

For a week now (you presume, at least, keeping track of the days has lost its luster), the individual who uprooted your life has been notably absent. No matter how tumultuous his affairs were, he made it a point to at least join you for breakfast or dinner, if not both. Such is his wish to lend an air of normalcy to this dubious union. Lately, you’ve only seen him in passing, as if he were a specter haunting the hall and not the man who holds the deed.

What remained consistent, however, is his return to your shared bedroom to sleep. Physiological needs are the great equalizer. You don’t know how, but he can slip into bed without waking you. Had it not been for the wrinkled bed sheets and the lingering aroma of cologne come morning, you never would’ve known he’d been there.

You thought if you stayed up long enough, you might entertain a conversation that lasted longer than a few minutes. Morbid curiosity is a surprisingly strong motivator.

Unfortunately, reality rarely aligns with your hopes. It’s currently three in the morning and there’s been no sign of Giorno. You refasten your silk robe upon standing, appraising the master suite for some means to preoccupy yourself. It’s when your weary eyes land on the canopy bed that your resolve is tested. Really, what is it you’re trying to do? Have a heart-to-heart with the man who controls the country from the shadows? Get in a few more sarcastic quips before calling it a day?

It’s this challenge to your original design that has you walking over to your side of the bed.

That is, until your name is spoken by the door.

You freeze where you stand, feeling akin to a child caught with one hand in the cookie jar. You never gave much thought to if you’re breaking some unspoken rule by dilly-dallying all night. At the very least, Giorno wouldn’t appreciate the damage to your health. He’s never harsh with his chastising — if you can even call it that — but you’re in uncharted territory. A week of sleeping three to four hours could make a sinner of the most steadfast saint.

He repeats your name, likely assuming you didn’t hear him the first time, and you swallow thickly.

“I, um…” you trail off, playing with the ends of your hair, “I just felt like… walking around…?”

It occurs to you then that he never asked what you were doing, he simply said your name. This unprompted confession paired with your conspicuous body language paints you in a guilty light.

Silence hangs in the room.

You count the seconds as they trudge by — seven, eight, nine — each addition feeling as if they’re intensifying gravity. Threatened by the prospect of being crushed beneath this force, you pivot, forcing yourself to face him and better gauge your situation. A mannequin that’d just been brought to life would move far more naturally than you.

Turquoise eyes stare back. They’re inquisitive, maybe, but not scrutinizing. You visibly relax.

“So I didn’t wake you?”

You shake your head.

“Was there something you needed, then?”

You’re about to shake your head again when the clouds outside part.

Silvery shades flood the room and envelop Giorno’s side profile. It illuminates his countenance, from the soft curls of his golden hair to his rosy lips and sharp jawline. You’ve become familiar with his features throughout the years. That’s why the slightest deviation catches your attention, as if you were an antiquarian charged with determining if a piece of art were fake or genuine. His complexion is duller and bags are forming beneath his eyes.

“You look exhausted,” you remark.

“Isn’t that considered a rude thing to say to someone?” is his reply.

You frown at his lighthearted tone. He’s still wearing a suit, which means whatever he came back from was business related. From this distance, you feel there are details you’re still missing, so you close the gap. It’s unusual to be near Giorno — especially of your own volition — yet this burning need to make sense of things spurs you on. Standing before him, you narrow your eyes. He finds your behavior far too perplexing to speak.

You’ve always felt Giorno possesses an otherworldly quality that sets him apart from the common rabble, yourself included. This quiet magnetism, steadfast determination, and insightfulness forged from a life of having the odds stacked against him. Consequently, the fact he’s made of flesh and blood often eludes you. So ingrained in your mind is this concept of him being on a pedestal, high and untouchable as Michelangelo’s David. The present predicament is at odds with this lofty image.

His skin is warm when you take his hand in yours. So he isn’t made of Carrara marble, then.

Giorno does nothing to challenge your uncharacteristic boldness when you lead him to your destination. By your prompting, he sits on the bed’s edge, utterly transfixed on the link that connects your bodies. It’s like the simple contact placed a spell over him. You take a seat by his side, retrieving your hand while you do so. He almost reaches to take it back before thinking better of it.

“There must be something pretty serious going on,” you point out. “What is it?”

“It’s… a heavy subject matter. I wouldn’t want to unnecessarily burden you.”

You hold up your left hand for him. In doing so, the diamond on your wedding ring catches the moonlight and gleams. “Is this just for show, then? Marriage is about sharing burdens.”

He chuckles softly, though there’s a certain melancholy to the sound. “I thought you didn’t like to consider me your husband.”

“The Catholic Church frowns on divorce. Now, enough with trying to change the subject,” you maintain unwavering eye contact. “There are a lot of people who rely on Passione, and you, by extension. You keep the worst of things in check. I might have my… reservations about the specifics, but even I can’t deny that.”

Taking a deep breath, you add, “So, if talking might help you, then… talk. There’s too much at stake to get caught up in petty feelings.”

For a moment, he closes his eyes, contemplating. He’s always been one to indulge you whenever he can, especially since you rarely ask for anything.

“Alright. I’ll tell you on one condition, although I must insist on not getting into the details.”

You squirm in your seat. “And said condition is…?”

There’s a mischievous tint to his eyes when he reopens them. “Have you been waiting for me all night? Answer truthfully.”

“I haven’t—!”

“Truthfully, [First].”

You huff and cross your arms over your chest. “... Yes.”

Instead of teasing you, as he enjoys doing, he gives you a gentle smile. The kind he reserves solely for you. He squeezes your hand but doesn’t allow his touch to overstay its welcome. He could take so much more from you and still, he exercises restraint. Is it because it’d shatter the illusion that he was doing all of this to ‘keep you safe’ if he acted on carnality? His commitment to the farce is almost enough to convince you.

“Thank you, regardless of whatever the reason for it may have been,” Giorno’s sincerity is undeniably stirring. This is the Don of Passione — a man who can win over the undying loyalty of others within a single conversation. Falling into his rhythm is as easy as breathing, he sets such an enticing tempo.

“You aren’t going back on your word, are you?” You challenge, wanting to distract yourself from this budding feeling in your chest. Whether it be resentment or apathy, he’s capable of chipping away at the walls you form before you realize what’s happening. It should be simple, in theory. Loathing the man who took your freedom and never plans to give it back. It should be very simple.

But when he looks at you as he does now, like he’d reach into his chest and tear out his heart if only you asked, you’re at a loss.

“Giorno? What is it?”

His pupils dilate when his name leaves your lips. This spacing out is unlike him, he’s the keenest person you’ve ever met. It’s the reason why you’ve never been able to get one over him. You’re about to snap your fingers in front of his face when he clears his throat.

“Ah, it’s nothing, just… well… every time I look at you, every time you speak,” he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “I learn what it’s like to fall in love all over again.”

Heat rises to your cheeks and stays there. Exhaustion must be lowering his inhibitions, you can’t fathom him saying this otherwise. The sentiment is always there, playing softly in the background, but now it’s at a volume you can’t drown out. You shiver all over. This is a man who’d make an enemy of the world if it meant winning your favor. Such intensity, such raw attachment, bewilders and leaves you unable to form words.

Seeing the goosebumps on your forearm, he shrugs his wool blazer off and drapes it over your shoulders. His body heat consumes you.

“And of course I won’t go back on my word — not with you. Some setbacks that we thought were coincidences are occurring too frequently to be written off. The natural conclusion is that there’s a mole somewhere in the upper ranks. This betrayal… or the beginnings of one… resurfaces some memories. I intend to see to it quickly.”

As he warned, you’re receiving a sanitized version of the events, but it’s enough to dispel your curiosity. You jump on the chance to move past his unexpected confession. The tender words threatened to give new life to emotions that are better off dead.

“Be as that may, you’ll be no good to anyone if you don’t get enough sleep.”

“I’ve been taking naps when the time allows.”

“That isn’t good enough,” you protest. “You might have youth on your side, but that doesn’t mean you can’t work yourself into an early grave. Properly caring for yourself is a part of the job.”

Giorno seems to find your insistence amusing. He covers a smile with his hand, laughing lightly to himself. It’s during these displays of boyish charm that his many daunting titles melt away. You’re forcefully drawn back into the rose-colored days of your fledgling love, when his true identity remained a secret, and you saw only what he wanted you to see. What you wouldn’t give to rewind time and relive it again. Long walks on the beach with the Tyrrhenian Sea’s mist kissing your cheeks, morning dates at your favorite caffé where you’d tease him for always ordering the same drink… it was paradise in more ways than one.

Alas, once you’ve been forcefully ejected from the Garden of Eden, the gate to return is shut for eternity.

When Giorno recomposes himself, he breaks the silence.

“I’m truly grateful that you haven’t changed.”

“Hm?”

You tilt your head. That wistful expression of his punctures your heart, no matter how hard you try to turn the organ to stone.

“I was prepared for anything. For you to curse me, hate me. I anticipated and accepted the possibility. What I feared most, though, was the thought of you losing what makes you… well, you. It’d be understandable, given the circumstances, but… the warmth you radiate is as strong as ever. I’m glad.”

Unable to withstand the weight of his gaze, you avert your attention to your lap, head hanging low.

“That’s a selfish thing to want, considering everything.”

If it hurts you to say it, you can only imagine how it makes him feel.

He inhales sharply. “I know. I’m plenty selfish when it comes to you.”

This admission takes you aback. Never has he been so forthcoming about his motivation, not without interweaving sugary sentiments to make the sour truth more palatable. There was always a convenient excuse. That your romantic relationship with him puts you in danger, how this arrangement is to ensure your safety, on and on the list of sickeningly sweet platitudes would go. The puzzle pieces he provided never fit properly.

The word ‘selfish’ completes the otherwise unfinished picture.

“You were right. Talking to you does help,” Giorno admits. By the way he says it, you’d think you had just magically solved every problem and tied it up in a bow.

“Honestly, I don’t think I did much of anything.”

He sighs at that. You could insult him at the top of your lungs and he wouldn’t flinch, but the moment you’re the least bit critical of yourself, he takes it as a personal offense.

“Not many people are willing to scold me for not taking care of myself. In fact… you might be the only one,” he muses.

Your heart sinks and you curl your hands into fists. The nails digging into your palm may hurt, but it’s nothing compared to the ache of your soul. For all he knows about you, Giorno Giovanna is almost an enigma, as far as you’re concerned. The most minuscule acts of kindness stuck out to him like glittering treasures. When you made him home-cooked meals, called him to ask about his day, picked up on the changes in his mood; there’d be this aura of reverence about him.

How must a person grow up to be in awe of what you’ve always considered to be the bare minimum?

“On the topic of being selfish, there is something else I want.”

Perhaps in your sentimentality, you’ve been spoiling him too much.

“What do you— eek!”

Strong arms secure themselves around your form and pull you in close. Your eyes widen, lips parting to release protests that never form. Giorno’s body may seem lithe, but he has no issues maneuvering your body as if you were a ragdoll. Still, he treats you with the utmost care, rubbing his hands over your back in a soothing motion. You’re certain if you made a fuss, he’d let you go. You can’t find the motivation to do so. The two of you are exhausted, for reasons that differ and overlap.

While you don’t reciprocate his embrace, you don’t try to wriggle out of it. This is reason enough for him to tighten his grip.

… Indeed, he is acting rather spoiled.

“Are you fed up with me?” He asks.

“I’m slowly getting there.”

You feel his chest rumble when he chuckles. “Bear with me just a while longer, then.”

His lips brush over your forehead in a daring kiss. Your muscles go taut and your heart hammers hard enough that you can hear it. He allows himself to linger there a while longer, though he makes no attempts to repeat the act. Instead, he soaks in your presence, each second worth its weight in gold.

“Giorno?”

He hums, showing you have his rapt attention.

“About what you said earlier,” there’s a tremble in your voice you can’t hide, owing to the tightness in your throat, “I haven’t ever hated you. I… I don’t think I can.”

His breath hitches.

“But… I do know I can’t love you the way I used to either.”

“Do you want to?”

“Sometimes.”

“And that scares you, doesn’t it?”

“... Yes.”

Giorno knows you from the inside out. Everything you consist of, from your best to your worst qualities, he’s seen it all. If you ever broke, he could rebuild you again from memory alone. That’s why despite everything, being vulnerable around him comes naturally. Caring about him too, no matter how you try to twist your reasoning to make yourself feel better. Once you’ve given someone your heart, taking it back in its entirety is impossible, some pieces will remain in their possession.

“It’s alright, no matter what conclusion you arrive at,” he decides. He buries his nose in the crown of your head. “So long as you’re alive and well, I can accept anything.”

Much to his surprise, you rest your head against his chest, the strength to hold yourself upright steadily draining. He readjusts his hold to ensure you’re as comfortable as you can be.

“It must be sad, thinking the way you do.”

From how little a reaction he gives, you almost think he didn’t hear you.

“A little,” he admits after a thoughtful pause. “Being without you, though… that’d be far, far worse.”

If reentry to the Garden is denied, then he’ll replicate its beauty to give the impression you never left.

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cvlutos · 1 year

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hey there! I just commented on one of your posts and as I was reading it, I had an idea and was wondering if I could brainstorm w you cause I wanna fan girl w someone

Imagine if Reader always tries to escape the Neighborhood. Every time they get past the Neighborhood, they only ever manage reach the edge of the woods. And then everything goes white.

And they wake up as a different person in the show. A newly introduced character and every time, they have to fight to escape again.

When R first wakes up in the neighborhood, they retain all their memories of their past life for only a minute and then they disappear completely.

pls lemme know if you have any thoughts on this!!

No cause this would be so interesting! Was supposed to write a drabble and instead wrote a whole thing. Oops

HIS GAME!!

✦ | Apr.08th.2023 | —K |

✦ | Wally Darling | Gn!Reader

✦ | Synopsis: How many times must we do this, neighbor? |

"Stop it!"

Your voice is hoarse, panicked, angry, frightened. Once pristine black shiny shoes covered in dirt and mud, your clothing rip and torn, as your nails claw and push against the tall, almost fake pine trees. Desperate to get away, needing to get out.

Trees bend and sway, shivering and jumping as the ground begins to change, turning soft and grabbing the soles of your shoes, the edge of your clothing, pulling you—yanking you—tugging you into the ground that swallowed you. You scream, cry out in utter pain, hands clawing at the gooey surface, your body frantically fighting. Ink-like hands grab at your face, pulling your cheeks and dragging you downward, muffling your screams, digging into your eyes. Your vision blurs into pure white.

'How many times must we do this, neighbor?'

You awake with a jolt, you don't have time, tumbling out of your bed with shaky steps, nearly throwing aside your large night stand as you fumbled for a heavy sharp piece of wood, drawing a shaky tally into the wall, your breathing is erratic as the door to your home opens and footsteps near closer to your bedroom.

You don't have time.

Your vision is spotty, salvia slipping past your lips desperate, exhaustion filling your bones as you slump to the floor. A soft sigh drawing your attention as he stands in your doorway, you can make out the smallest smile and wave, before sleep overtakes you.

'WELCOME HOME'

The note is written with a red crayon, spelled out with a multiple different signatures. Julie, Barnaby, Frank, Poppy, Sally, Eddie, Howdy, & Wally. You can't help but smile at the kind letter, each of your new neighbors taking time to greet you, even though they've never met you. You dust off your colorful clothing, tightening the straps of your red shoes, and fixing your hair as you make your way towards the front door, taking time to inspect your familiar forever home, everything was perfect.

Perfect, Perfect, Perfect.

With familiar perfect colored walls and perfect sized windows. Yet before you can do much more, someone knocks. Once, then twice, before a final three times. Each knock following a musical pattern, that makes you bound happily on each step as you open the door. The sun is bright and shining, the birds always singing as you come face to face with someone you immediately know.

"Hi Neighbor!"

"Wally Darling!" You call his name, like you would an old friend, since that's what he is! Your best friend, your closest friend in the whole wide world. He matches your happiness, tipping his head to you as he elegantly bows, "the one and only."

You smile widens at his antics, watching him stand again and straighten out his blue cardigan, fixing the yellow buttons to all line orderly. "Welcome Home, Neighbor! Now, let us not dilly dally, the others are excited to finally meet you!" He gives you no other second, taking your arm in his as he ushers you out of the house. He walks you down the familiar roads, pointing out all of your neighbor houses, and all the interesting things to do throughout the day.

Things you're familiar with, things you've done before.

"Wally! And Neighbor!" Before you can react, a big ball of blue takes over your vision, lifting out off your feet and hugging you, voices all shouting in chorus, one you've heard before.

"Welcome go the Neighborhood!!"

Time and Time again.

There's a certain unease that follows. Another tally. That lingers behind you like a shadow after every step you take in your ruby red shoes. Another tally. A feeling that tells you over and over and over and over, that something isn't right. Another tally. He isn't right.

You aren't right.

These blue shiny shoes aren't yours. Another tally.

These glittery hair pens don't belong to you. Another tally.

These eyes. This hair. These clothes. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This is you. This is you. This is you. This is you. This is you.

'How many more times must we do this, neighbor?'

It was a mere accident, ripping up the wall paper behind your night stand, revealing the large wall filled tally marks. Each line ffranti, hazardously marked as if whoever wrote them was doing so quickly, with escape written in messy letters.

This is how it always begins. Every time you find this wall, every time you see the tally marks, a tally mark you once drew, you remember. You're trapped and must escape.

"No matter how many times we do this, you always remember... I don't understand why you want to leave, Neighbor."

Wally stands in your bedroom doorway, shoulders slack, as he lets out a sigh, his smile returning. "But it's okay Neighbor! You must really love this game. And I'll keep playing until your absolutely satisfied!"

He steps to the side, waving out his arm to you, motioning towards the open door, to the open exit.

And you run.

Another tally.

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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A snuggle with your villainous voidbeast husband

Voidbeast (Valerian) x Female Reader

General Plot: You've been kidnapped by a void beast and he wants to make you dinner.

Part One, Part Three

Word Count: 1K

W: Yandere vibes, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping

You followed the beast down a long hallway with a vaulted ceiling. Chandeliers flickered candlelight on the walls casting strange shadows around him...Shadows with eyes and faces. One moment you think they are mocking you, then weeping for you, then…you have to look away, focusing instead on your guide’s back.

“Is this still Earth?” you ventured.

“Yes, darling,” he said, lowering his echoing voice to just a rumble. For your comfort perhaps?

“This is the Earth, but not the one you knew. We are millions of years in the future from your time.”

“The future?” you gasped, “but it seems more like the past.”

He waved his claws back at you dismissively.

“Humans thrive and fall in cycles, much like mold,” he explained, “I quite like this time. It’s simple, yes, but men are…seething vermin. In this time they haven’t developed toxic gas that burns the body from the inside and bombs that eat flesh for years afterwards. At this time they are only bashing each other’s heads open with sticks and rocks and after the warning I’ve given them for dallying in magic it will be a long time before they advance beyond that.”

He sounded disgusted, but suddenly his bright golden eyes were on you and his claw was at your throat. You felt it scrape a precise line across your artery on its way to your chin.

“Not you, my star,” he clarified, tipping your head up, “you somehow materialized like an impossible gem in a cave full of rubble.”

You swallowed thickly.

“Um…thank…you?” you decided and nodded your head confirming that is in fact what your terrified mind meant to say.

It was best to stay polite and not upset the monster. You’d just witnessed him flick a grown man out of a window like he was a fly and for some reason, you would never understand why, he didn’t look at you like gum on his shoe.

His long tongue snaked out and ran over his fangs and your eyes widened.

“What would you like to eat darling?” he asked.

You blinked. What did you want to eat?

“Um…p-pizz…a?” you offered the first thing that came to mind.

“Pizza it is!” he boomed and your hair fluffed on your neck from his breath. It was quite cool, but didn’t smell bad. In fact it smelled a bit like mint, honey, and the mysteries of the universe.

His claws wrapped around you and he swept you up in his arms, letting you rest on one of his forearms so you could get a closer look at his face. His skin was smooth, with a pearlescent luster and before your eyes galaxies twirled on its surface. You found yourself running a finger curiously over his cheek. He couldn’t be real. Turning your attention to his gold spun hair, you ran it through your fingers, examining each fiber. It felt like silk and it glittered with its own light. His horn hovered frighteningly close to your head as he carried you down the hall and you gave it an experimental stroke, eliciting a deep purr from the beast.

“What are you?” you murmured.

He looked at you warmly.

“I’m an entity coalesced from void essence,” he explained and you nodded sagely ingesting this fact.

“And…you like…pizza?” you asked. What you really wanted to know was, was he going to swallow your soul or your life force or something of that nature, but how did you ask that?

“I generally prefer to consume stardust,” he said, “but pizza is also delicious.”

You let out a relieved breath and sagged against him, which prompted him to pat your back fondly.

“Don’t worry my servants are very good cooks,” he assured you, taking you into a large kitchen.

What you could only describe as small demons with horns and tails scrambled around underfoot as Valerian stomped into the room.

“Pizza!” he boomed and his underlings fell over themselves to roll out dough and dice up massive sausages for toppings.

When he was satisfied the pizza was being produced, he took you into a warm study and sat on an overstuffed chair much too large for you, pulling you safely into the center of his lap where you couldn’t jump free.

You noticed the rooms in his home were all kept quite warm, but when you pressed your fingers to his skin it felt cool. With two shimmering claws, he lifted your hair off of your neck and pressed chilly kisses on your spine just at the base of your neck. His large teeth scraped your skin as his lips danced over it. You shuddered in his arms and your cheeks heated up, whirling around to face him.

“Y-you c-can’t do that!” you squealed, pushing his head away by his horn.

He chuckled at you, his four eyes focusing on yours.

“I can’t kiss my wife?” he asked.

You pouted.

“I’m not your wife!” you exclaimed. Maybe hunger had made you lose your cool a bit, you hadn’t meant to confront him.

He narrowed his eyes at you.

“You’d rather be with one of those drooling humans?!” he snarled, his face becoming more monstrous and horrifying with each second of anger. His smooth jaw split revealing the spiky molars at the back of his mouth. You watched his tongue twitch as it thrashed with annoyance. His nose grew more feline with flared nostrils releasing cool clouds of breath.

“I’ll wipe the planet of them so they won't tempt you!”

Your eyes widened and you held up your hands.

“Well it’s not like that!” you started to explain, trying desperately not to be responsible for genocide.

“So you prefer me to the humans?” he asked.

You blinked at him and scratched your neck.

“Well…yes…I suppose I do, but-” you said.

“Then you shall be my wife,” he said, “we favor each other. I don’t see why we shouldn’t be together.”

“Well there's just normally a get-to-know-you period and …I don’t know…a wedding,” you mumbled.

You certainly weren’t going to overpower the void beast, so your best hope of getting out of this situation was to appeal to his logic. Yet, as you searched your mind for reasons why he couldn’t marry you, you failed to come up with any. He’d already dragged you into an unknown time and locked you away in his castle, that was the next logical step.

He nodded, his eyes warm. It pleased him to see you come to terms with your situation. He knew it would be hard for you, but he'd seen how incredibly adaptable you could be. That was one of the things he admired about you. He was sure with time, you would be perfectly fine. The tips of his claws played with the ends of your hair, winding and unwinding the strands around the sharp points.

“Ah yes, human weddings,” he said, “I should have guessed you would want one of those. I apologize for my oversight, darling. You shall have the finest wedding! The planet will celebrate our match!”

“Um…okay…” you murmured.

It would have been nice to have your family at your wedding, but if what he said was true they had been dead for millions of years. Everything you’d known and everyone you’d met were long, long gone. You sucked in a deep breath, carrying with it Valerian’s alluring scent, clutching the silk of the robe he was wearing for comfort. This expression of vulnerability pleased him and his face returned to its placid, handsome form. His large hand cradled your back and he pulled you closer to him. He arranged your head inside of his horn and snuggled your cheek.

“I’ve waited so long to have you in my arms (Y/N), I can’t bear to put you down,” he murmured.

You could appreciate that he was like a nice cooling pad against your overwarm skin, so you let him hold you close and relaxed into his arms.

#monster x girl #monster oc #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #yandere fluff #monster fluff #yandere male #male yandere #Valerian

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hotvinimon · 7 months

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Can you fit me in your luggage ?

(A/N : Images are not mine. Credits to the owner. Likes, Comments and re-blogs are appreciated. Please don't steal my work. Enjoy ;)

Asahi Azumane x Female reader

Warnings - English is my second language )

Being the girl friend of a volleyball player is all fun until he has to get set go.

"Babbbbyyyyy….."

"Yeah, darling?"

"Think you can squeeze me into that duffle bag?"

"Doubt it, babe. It's more of a baguette than a suitcase."

"But whhyyyy? Are those training camps more exciting than me??"

Like, every year, the Karasuno volleyball gang sets off to their training camps. Y/n was legit whining, trying to stop Asahi while packing.

"It's not about fun, babe, it's all about the team's quest for glory."

"But I'm gonna mmmiiisssss you."

"I'll miss you too, babe. And it's just three days. I'll be back faster than a TikTok trend."

"Three days feel like an eternity. That's like 72 hours, 4320 minutes, 259-"

"Alright, alright, I get it. You don't want me to go? Should I fake an injury?"

"Nah, it's not that. I'll just miss you, and I can't stand being away from your radiant charm."

"So, any bright ideas?"

"Can I borrow one of your hoodies?"

"How's that gonna help?" Asahi looked more lost than a volleyball in a grocery store.

"It'll smell like you, so I'll miss you less."

A crimson blush painted Asahi's face as he dashed to his closet to retrieve a hoodie.

"O-Okay, let's find you one."

"Can I choose?"

"Absolutely!"

"Yayyyy… I love you, Azu."

"I love you too, babe."

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Three days later, the training camp wrapped up, and everyone returned to school.

"Why's Asahi looking like a tomato?" Nishinoya asked Tanaka.

"I think he caught a sudden case of 'Y/n Fever," Tanaka snickered.

Little did Asahi know that they had spotted him looking ogling at Y/n sleeping soundly in class, donning the very same hoodie he'd handed her, and his face was redder than a lobster at a beachside barbecue.

V-Chan's Dilly Dally

You can skip this part.

After 1 whole week this drabble is finally out. And I think, this is a nice way maybe. Tuesday posts for yanderes and wednesday posts for haikyuu chars. As I'm a CA student, I need time for study also.

What do you guys think of this ? Let me know in the comment section (This line is literally so cliche).

Also,

Requests are open for for any character or prompt, other that NSFW.

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #female reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fic #asahi azumane #asahi x reader #asahi x y/n #fluff #drabble #oneshot #haikyuu oneshot

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cherryy-slushy · 1 year

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I Will Never Fall in Love Again~ Yandere!Jason Dean

TW: Violence, cheating, abuse (alcohol related), smut?, alcohol, drugging, using (using a person for something), bad mental health. (Also I may change to personal pronouns halfway through I apologise in advance.)

Part 1!

Part 2

Enjoy!

Your an average person. You have a normal amount of friends, a bit of childhood trauma but an average life now, average looks and average grades. You’re no Heather. But, recently you started to wish more and more that you were. And here’s why.

Y/N has English first class, she was tired as any sane person would be. Your teacher was also majorly upbeat for 8:50 am on a Monday morning. What is she hopped up on?

Y/N looked over to her side. Great Christine isn’t in again. She rolled her eyes knowing this class is going to drag on because of the absence of her friend. She isn’t entirely close with Christine, but she still helps her get through English without loosing the plot.

She snapped out of her trance when she heard her name get called on the registration.

“Y/N?”

“Here”, She said in a blank tone.

“Perfect”, the teacher replied in a chirpy tone.

As she went back into a daydream she kicked back into reality when she heard a knock on the classroom door. Jesus Christ you know it’s a bad class when you find any way to not listen for one second.

She looked to the door as it opened. Through the open door came a deviously handsome boy. I’m talking a guy that would have girls swooning.

“Ah you must be Jason!”, Ms Fleming chirped. “Yep, that’s me”, he replied back, clearly trying to be polite but just sounding sarcastic. Y/N tried so hard not to snort at this.

In the corner of her eye she saw Veronica sawyer. Veronica shifted in her seat suddenly intrigued by the stranger. I turn my head to face her and roll my eyes. I don’t dislike Sawyer, she’s lovely, but it is pretty shitty that she dumped her only friend of nearly 11 years to be a part of the “popular” gang.

I face back up to where the boy and Ms Fleming we’re stood.

“Y/N, Christine isn’t in today is she?”, Ms Fleming asked. “No, she’s not”, I respond, remembering the tragic disappearance of my friend. Okay, maybe I’m being dramatic but this class sucks ass. I need someone to help me through the day.

“Perfect”, she said clapping her hands together, “Jason, go take a seat down there next to Y/N. Y/N raise your hand please.”

I raise my hand a small bit but not too high. Jason starts walking down the class and plomps his bag down next to the edge of the table. I try act nonchalant even though inside I’m dying. I return to scribbling incoherent nonsense onto a refill pad.

In the corner of my eye I see him look at my face and then down to my refill pad as he cocks his eyebrow.

Shit I forgot to change the page…

The sheet I was using was a page another friend of mine and I used to pass each other notes in science class. So yes, there is a massive…willy.. on there…. A very graphic image of one too..

I quickly snap the refill pad shut and pretend to listen to Ms Pauline Fleming ranting about S.E Hintons writing. She was talking about hawkes harbour.

“Im more an outsiders guy myself”, I hear a deep yet somehow high voice whisper too me. I look over at him and see him looking up at Ms Fleming.

“You’ve read the outsiders?”, I asked with a small smile starting to appear on my face.

“Have I read the outsiders? Well duh. Who hasn’t darling?”, he replies back with a small chuckle.

“Tell me, are you more a Ponyboy or Johnny person”, I asked. You can tell a lot about someone from their favourite characters movie.

“Dally”, he replied. “May not be the answer you were looking for but it’s an answer.”

I like this guy

We spoke about the outsiders for a bit longer and before I knew it the bell rang. We both started to stuff out stuff into our bags and before either of us could say anything Veronica Sawyer swoops in.

“Hey. I’m Veronica, Veronica sawyer. What’s your name?”, she asked with a polite smile. “Greetings and salutations, Veronica, Veronica Sawyer. I’m Jason, Jason Dean. JD for short.”, he smirked back.

Oh fuck, am I gonna have my heart broken by this boy.

I started getting bored of them because let’s be honest, who would want to stand there and listen to the boy she’s already starting to have feelings for talk to one of the most beautiful girls in school who is clearly swooning for him and he is clearly swooning for her. Doesn’t seem like a very fun conversation too listen too.

As I walked out I looked back to see if he noticed I left. Nope. He didn’t. Great. I kept walking down the hall and into my next class. Today is going to drag on.

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kit-williams · 4 months

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Automat

Yandere Iron Hands gonna be honest this is my least favorite chapter but the male lead might show up again if we decide to try our hand at Chaos [loyal legion] or Loyal [Chaos legion] boys lol

tw: Body horror, technophilia, dubcon/noncon, abduction, Yandere

She ran the numbers again as the servitor slowly put her arm back on and she all but slapped its hands away as she grabbed her other mechanical limbs. She had little under two hours to get repaired and leave. She silently wept for the machine spirits in her mechadendrites how they buzzed their litany of errors. But he would be back and she was certain she would be punished for singing to a servitor to enter his room and give her her limbs back.

He shouldn't have gone for a spirit singer if he didn't wish to run the risk of this... a variable he should have known. She whimpered as her leg wasn't connecting right... the abuse her connectors suffered under his hands but she managed. It would make escaping harder but she still had time.

She pulled her red robes over her form as what bit of flesh she had of her body was bruised and marked up for improvements that he wanted to make to her. Oh she felt so dirty as she looked over herself in the mirror, her skin slick from ungence and oil... her connectors overly tuned and sending jolts up her spine and to her core. She felt sick as she would have to adjust her settings to not be trained to expect what was coming next. It was logical for her body to be dreading and equally aroused for what usually happened after he would overclock her connector ports and adjust the sensitivities to be too high.

She didn't have time! She pushed her way out of his room and looked around before quickly moving. She went to the right after seeing that he always entered the door from the left... having learned what the sound of his bootsteps were. The cold sanitized air slipped through the slits on the back of her robes where her mechadendrites would be but she had to go. She was terrified of what Marlos Vauth would do to her if she dallied too long.

She had to warn someone of the malfunction! He was malfunctioning! That's what it had to be. She engaged his curiosity and desire to copulate a few times when the time allowed it. It was hard to not be aroused by the bionic specimen that Iron Hands were and they normally espoused the weakness of flesh the impracticality of emotions. But Brother Vauth kept coming back to her seeking out to crudely "plug and play" but she happily sucked on those usb ports he placed into her mouth... feeling the electronic tingle on her tongue as she was flooded with data streams. Hormone pumps were adjusted and her limbs would spasm occasionally but there was a trust she had put into Vauth when she would give him control over her limbs and their sensitivities.

Several things had blown out or overly stimulated her at once during one of these sessions and soon she found herself in his room. Her limbs on a repair table... her mechadendrites were still operational then but her insistence on repairing her limbs and logical desire to leave aroused the illogical response from him to break her mechadendrites leaving her fully helpless. No way of moving herself or interacting with the world around her. Marlos seemed to derive more pleasure from that fact and she truly felt like a toy from those trashy noosphere pleasure sites. It was all some disturbing plot from one of those too... helpless and at his mercy.

<<Byte where are you>> His message slammed into her skull as she turned off more and more systems to keep him from tracking her. Her breathing became more rapid as she tried to not arouse suspicions weaving through the menials and servitors on her way to escape.

<<BYTE WHERE ARE YOU>> She physically winced and held her head for a moment as his message hurt her mind. <<There you are my little Byte>> Her head whipped over her shoulder seeing Brother Marlos' mass make its way toward her. She would have like to say she reacted logically... that this nightmare would have ended with her messaging the right people... but she would weep until the end of her days as she reacted oh so very much human like... she ran.

It hurt to run due to how overly sensitive her limbs were still registered at but she had to get away! <<BYTE! If you keep running you're only going to be punished more>> She could feel the anger rolling off of that message.

<<LEAVE ME ALONE>> She slammed her message back into him, breaking her self imposed 'silent treatment' of him. She turned a corner a bit too quickly and that loose connector gave out. Her body slammed into the metal floors making her feel so dizzy as her overly sensitive body sent the wrong message to her core and she sobbed out an orgasm.

<<I can smell the mess you've made Byte>> She looks over her shoulder and holds in her binaric scream as he is kneeling right there. She only can pull her body once before his mechadendrite shoves its connector spike into its proper port on her shoulder... too big... to much data flow.

She falls to the ground helpless as she is trying to process the sudden amount of data overwhelming her. Her eye looks to him as she lays there helpless as his mechadendrites move over her form in the same way a close lover may gently caress their partner... reach for their mechadendrites to interlock with each other to increase proximity with each other. << I would beg... but those processes have no bearing on your actions>> She sends to him as she can hear the way his eye zooms on her form.

<<Correct. You have been trouble. Punishments will be doled out to an extent I deem appropriate.>>

<<Statement: You are a monster>>

<<Incorrect Statement. Corrected Statement: I am an Angel of the Emperor>>

<<Defiant jab: I hope you Rust and you malfunction>>

She could hear him 'chuckle' as he grabbed her and pulled her close. <<We will be leaving this location soon. To meet with more appropriate individuals>>

<<Why bother telling me?>>

<<Due to disagreements you might have with them>> Is all he said to her before her world went dark once more.

#tw: body horror #tw: yandere #tw: abduction #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #tw: abuse #Yandere #Yandere Space Marine #Yandere Iron Hand #Iron Hands #Space Marine #warhammer 40k

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