#yandere detective

[suiana]

YK WHAT IS MISSING IN YOUR MASTERLIST ???? YOU MISSING A YANDERE DETECTIVE

ur right

here have a yan detective based on this pic (hes in disguise) (yan detective is all of them)

(yan! detective x gn! player reader)

you stare at him, yawning as you pull out your phone and chat with your side chick. seriously, this guy has got to be the most boring guy you've ever met. the only thing remotely interesting about him being his fat wallet and ass.

yep, right now you were in a date with one of your side chicks. the newest to your collection. you met him a little over a month ago and decided to give him a chance after he revealed his deep interest in you... you were still a bit weirded out after he showed you just how much he knew of you. was he some sort of detective or something? would be funny if he was.

"hey- darling? i just-"

"don't call me darling, we aren't dating."

you hum, texting your second side chick whom you met online. he was really cute. far more entertaining than this... boring guy you're on a date with right now.

however, he was not online which is just such a shame because you have so much you want to talk about but no one available to talk to... maybe you'll go to the other side chick-

"are you talking to other men?"

you look up and stare at him with narrowed eyes.

"and if i am? you should already know that I'm a player. plus, we aren't even-"

*ding!*

you look down at your phone and see a new text message from the guy. you were about to smile until you realized that it was a picture of you sleeping. what? how did he get this? surely this was... ai generated right?

"i know all about you darling."

the guy sitting opposite from you suddenly speaks up, momentarily distracting you from the picture. you open your mouth, processing his words. wait, what did he mean by that?

"i sent that picture. the guy you're talking to."

huh?

but... that can't be possible-

"in fact, I'm the only one you've been talking to this whole time. there's no one called charlie, no one called evan... only me. just me... and you."

he smiles as he giggles creepily. you feel a shiver run down your spine as you stare into his eyes. he couldn't be serious right?! yeah, he has got to be joking....

"haha... funny joke..!"

"it's not a joke darling. i'm being very serious right now."

he smiles at you, completely composed while you felt your composure break under his gaze.

"but-"

"didn't you find it weird how i knew so much about you?"

huh?

"how i seemed to know every single detail of your life?"

wait- he couldn't actually be-

"that's right. I'm your fbi detective. and i'm completely obsessed with you."

he holds your hand in his, grip so strong you couldn't do anything but pray to whoever was above for mercy.

ah shit. maybe you should have rejected his advances.

[idanceuntilidie]

Can you do Yan detective x murder reader

(If you want a name which is optional I got a few, Jason,Kyle,Ashton <- [most recommend in my opinion],Frank)

I hope it was okay! Sorry for not posting anything for so long- Had small problems with my mental health and school TW; mentions of death, murders, blood, yandere behaviour, kidnapping, stalking

reader is gn

Yan Detective x Murderer reader Requests open

The messenger strikes again! Whole group of highschool friends were found dead.... click to find out more!

Ashton bit his thumb as he read another article that night. His tired eyes scanned the painfully flashy site. His co-worker sent him a few of the articles along with this one. For anything that could help him catch the murderer.

Hands shaking and lips pressed into a thin line.

So many people have died recently.

He closed his eyes before getting up and walking to the balcony to smoke. The best stress reliever he had right now. The night was cold. The beautiful once view from his tenement house now covered with ruthless modern architecture. It looked fucking ugly. He took a deep breath in, the smoke burned his throat slightly. It felt nice, he exhaled watching as the gray smoke slowly dissolved in the air.  The case he decided to take seemed simple. It started with one person. Judy Millers. Very pretty young adult, she came from a wealthy family. Ashton actually knew her, back in the day they went to high school. 

A queen bee. He was lucky enough not to get crushed by her. People loved her despite her being an absolute asshole. Judy looked like she was dragged out of some highschool drama. Wealthy, pretty and known for being a bitch.

Her father found her dead in her bathroom. Ashton remembers that night so clearly, when he walked into the bathroom the stench of blood and death overwhelmed his senses. Eyes watering. 

Judy was in more than a bad shape, he could barely recognize her. Face slashed,he could see parts of the bone. She was naked, and the girl was gutted like a pig. Homicide. His eyes darted to the wall behind her head.

“It’s not so funny now is it?” That’s how the murderer got their name, messenger, it sounded slightly stupid but it was a name nonetheless. After Judy, the messenger killed more and more people. Oddly enough they were all from his old high school.

He swore to the father that he will solve the case, but months passed and he still hasn't caught the killer.

Suddenly he heard the door open. Someone walked into his apartment, they were slowly approaching him. He didn’t move, but a smile appeared on his lips. Wide, unnatural he waited as the person behind him got closer. Slowly the person wrapped their hands around his waist. The stench of blood hit his nose in an instant.

They whine. He chuckled as he threw away the cigarette. “Someone got to them before me, can you believe it?” Their voice was rough, but oh so beautiful. It made Ashtons heart burn.

“Oh, oh my love I’m so sorry.” He turned around to hug them back, kissing their head. It was messy, the blood started to already dry out.

“You should take a bath y/n, the blood will be hard to get out, huh?” They nodded, smiling at him before dragging their body to the bathroom. He watched them disappear behind the doorway. He must admit, you look hot in bloody red.

Truth to be told, he found the killer or well the killer found him. After a few of the murders, he decided the question the people who went to the same highschool and were still alive. 

You were the last person on the list, and man when he saw you again after all these years the feelings hit him back. You looked like a wreck, dark circles under your eyes and he swore you had the smell of death on you. Man, even after all these years you were so so lovely. He had fallen for you again.

From then on he started to watch you, even getting to your house. It was full of evidence, and plans to kill everyone who bullied you over the years. He saw the photo of judy with huge X and knife plunged into the middle of her face. He admits he might have got off to the smell of blood on your clothes.

You were the messenger, and he was so sure but he didn’t give you away. Hell, he planned to steal you away actually.

He might have killed a few people along the way, mostly co workers. 

Some got too close, some asked too many questions. He couldn’t share you. He couldn’t share his case. You were his, you were his to understand. To solve. To catch.

He watched you kill some of the people on your list, dreamily sighing as he watched you laugh maniacally as you did. You almost died once, not expecting the victims friend coming back early you didn’t notice them slowly creeping on you with a knife. You were oh so lucky he was near. He saved the day, successfully killing that fucker only to find you were nowhere to be seen. He felt so disappointed. He didn’t even get a chance to even talk to you. Then he found a small gift. A single finger and bloody message.

Every week he got a small body part, along with some threatening messages, but in Ashtons mind, those very love letters. He cherished them.

Then you got into his house, full of rage, bloody, ready to kill him. He didn’t fight you, you looked so beautiful. His heart rammed in his chest as you were ready to stab him. His hands grabbed your face and he kissed you. You bit his tongue and blood filled his mouth. It was so romantic. Let’s say you didn’t leave the house for a good year after that. He kept you in his bedroom for a whole year, finally he had you.

You suffered a whole year, in his grip, answered his questions with a wide smile, describing the murders he already witnessed. Music to his ears. He made his love known, he killed the rest of your victims and brought you their hearts. He watched as you ripped them apart.

After that one year, you fell for him too, and that’s how both of you got to this point, and he knew, you won’t leave him.

[kimsmuse]

yandere detective !!

(oc's name is detective sae)

this is the first time i'm naming an oc !! and there's not a lot of yandere elements here because this is just a backstory, okay !! you have to trust me when i say i'll do it more.

gender neutral!reader. 2.4k words. warnings for domestic abuse (the reader's father hits her) and warnings for murder, blood, hiding the body, and the likes of it. yandere behavior but very less ? and um yeah that's about it.

so it begins like this; a slap to your face when you were 13, and no matter what anyone says that’s not an age to run after grades. but your father doesn't understand.

and it ends like this, even after all these years, even when you're not 13 anymore you were passed out from all the beating, it wasn’t a lot but the fear was enough to make you exhausted. you wholeheartedly believed that this man could and would kill you if the time came and so pretending to faint or actually fainting helped, he stopped, maybe hoping internally that your breathing stopped entirely.

when you wake up, breaths still shaky and legs still wobbly, he's most probably asleep on the sofa, the tv still obnoxiously loud. and there's a point of impulsion. where every sense of rationality leaves your body, and there is nothing in that moment except the things he did to you, and rest in peace, your dead mother.

and one thing led to another and the steel vase was emptied and in your hands, originally meant to be only if the man suddenly wakes up and decides that today is your last day. his words echo in your mind, "i've brought you in this world, i can take you away," and all of the times you wished he did. just kill and be over with it, but he liked to drag it out.

and it just, happened, like a cherry blossom that falls from the tree right on the ground unceremoniously, the contact of the skull to the steel made a sound, and his eyes shot open. but it was too late to go back now.

2 hard hits and the blood gushed all over the sofa and his chest stopped motion.

the way silence around the neighbourhood stands still used to be your biggest fear that nobody could hear if he ultimately decided to beat you to death, but today you were thankfully and the sound of steel if anything isn't unconventional. you wonder why no neighbours did anything despite the walls being paper thin, were they on his side? are they going to notice that he's gone?

there was no regret inside you for what you’d done, if anything there was regret for all the times that you should have just picked up the vase sooner, it was just on the shoe stand in the doorway, why not sooner?

but there was no time to think about any of it right now, before the morning came, you had to move quickly. 

even if it wasn’t uncommon for your father to lie there on the sofa for days and days, the first few hours of when his office normally started, the phone would ring in intervals but then he just shut it off. and you would be inside your room, silently praying for him to just leave.

you tried to compose yourself, you couldn’t afford any mistakes here, your life depended on it. and the plan became as follows, the body in a suitcase, the apartment cleaned. 

there was no actual argument about if the plan would work or not, it just had to, it was the only thing that came to your mind right now. 

and so over the next hour, you turned over the sofa’s mattress, with it being black, the bloodstains weren’t even visible. thank god. 

then came the painful process of finding the suitcase and you found it, in your father’s room and it was filled. it hadn’t been long since it had been filled your mother committed- no, was killed by your father almost an year ago now, she was taking the same bag and fleeing with you, when he had to come back and catch you red-handed leaving. and he’d been so, so silent, but your mother knew better, she took advantage of his dormancy. 

back to the present, you took one last glance at home and scrolled the bag behind you, it had been a hassle but it finally fit. 

everything was going right to plan, you just had to keep your head down, please nobody be awake right now, please no- 

just as you were about to reach the car, a door opened behind you. 

and you didn’t dare look back. 

“hey, neighbour,” you slowly turn back, you’ve seen this guy around, the new guy who just moved here, the one that your father hated because he once came up to complain about the shouting that he did, something which nobody had ever done before because they didn’t care enough apparently, so this guy must really value his peace and quiet and which only appealed him to you more but at this moment you wanted nothing more to just fling the suitcase right into his face. but um, a slight fact check, he also is kinda a detective.

he is standing in his doorway, playing with a lollipop in his hands and slowly licking it as if the time on the clock was 3 pm instead of the exact opposite and it was really normal to spot your neighbour dragging a suspicious case at this time. 

“uh, do you mind? i’m kinda busy,”

and you turn and start walking again. 

“not to rain on your parade but there’s blood coming out of there, you kill a pig or something?”

the blood, you could feel in your face, had run cold. you didn’t dare look back as you heard his footsteps closing in slowly, and the sound he made when he sucked in the lollipop. 

“or,” he drags the ‘r,’ “did you finally end him?” he looks up at the vacant window of your apartment. 

“shut up,” you hiss. 

he lets out an amused laugh. 

“so it is that,” he sucks in his lollipop again and inches close to you while you’re still frozen because his unpredictability scares you. 

“who knew you had it in you, little dove,”

he walks back to his house then, grabs his key and walks over to you again, you try to figure out the look in his eyes as he unlocks his car, his cop car and as if assuming you’ll follow automatically, he looks at you questioningly. and leaves the door ajar to come close. 

“come on,”

“where?” you ask weakly.

“i may be a cop, but i heard you getting beaten up.” he takes the suitcase from you, “come with me, i know a place. and switch off your phone please,”

“i don’t even know your name,” you’re in the car now but still in shock, you never expected help and much less from the cop downstairs. 

“detective sae,” he replies, his eyes on the road. 

“sae..”

“i’m..”

“i already know,”

“how?” you interrogate. “well, let’s just say your father has a loud voice,”

“makes sense,”

he keeps on driving for what seems like an hour and you’ve long since lost track of the way you were heading towards, it was a highway of some sorts, the headlights of the detective’s car is the only source of light. and he seems to be deep in thought, his brows focused and his jaw clenched. after a little bit more, he takes the exit on the left and to an even steeper path but thankfully enough, the car slows down and stops, there’s not much relief for you until the body is taken care of enough and you still don’t trust the detective to help you even if that’s clearly what he’s doing. 

“you turned off your phone right?” you nod, “good, i didn’t even bring mine so we should be good,”

detective sae looks like he’s going through a mental list of things to take care of when you murder someone. do they teach things like these at the police academy? was it normal? or was it not his first time doing it?

but you had no choice but to trust him, you had come so far, there was no looking back now. 

“this,” he points beyond the fence and the gate that he’s parked the car in front of, “is my property. and i’ll bury the body here,”

he takes a deep breath looking out the window, “what about the apartment? do you own the place or is it on rent?”

you try to remember, there was no landlord per se, but you weren’t clear about it. what does it even matter though?

“i think we own it,”

“are you positive? because if the landlord decides to check up on you or something it’ll be suspicious,”

“but i’ll still live there so that-“

“you won’t be able to live there, baby. the best way to cover all of this,” he makes a twirling motion with his hands. “is to make up a story of how you both got kidnapped by some guy your dad took money from, he killed the dad but he found a better use for you,”

as much as disgusting you found the story, it was plausible, money lenders in your area were notoriously famous for crimes like these. 

and sadly, you thought as he told you to wait in the car, nobody would notice any of you gone. your dad wasn’t a very sociable man, and even if he had a couple of acquaintances, they were people who knew not to be bothered when he didn’t pick up his calls (and that is if and when those people would come above the drinking anyway) and you had long since stopped trying to make friends, it was way too much of exhaustion even if they wanted to be friends with you. 

when he comes back almost an hour later, you’re fiddling with the radio, some station is narrating a horror story, a station is advising people on their relationships, and some other plays songs from the 60s maybe. 

he’s covered in sweat and dirt alike and is quiet as he slips into the backseat. 

“you should have taken me, i could have helped,”

he shakes his head, “it’s alright.” and he turns to face you, his expressions grim, “but now you’ll need to do as i say if you want to avoid trouble, okay?”

you nod your head, you had no other option. maybe you should have just turned yourself in, it would have been less hassle. 

“no, no, are you kidding?” he rejects the idea entirely, “you have a whole life ahead of you and that bastard had it coming,”

he was right. 

but you couldn't shake the feeling, that you should have taken the right path instead, maybe they would have spared you a shorter sentence, dismissing it as self defense? you had enough proof for it and detective sae could have helped you too…

it wasn’t happening now though, you thought as the car sped down the similar dark path down to your apartment complex. now if you went down, so did the detective and if he took such a big risk, he would go to any lengths to prevent you from snapping.

and you wondered lowly, if it had been someone else instead of him, would they have done something like this? sure, his occupation gives him an upper hand but you weren't quite sure of why this guy would do so much for you when you were practically strangers.

-

detective sae is a simple man, he'd just been transferred to this boring, little town with a hell of a crime rate but all of them menial - a drunk brawl, a property dispute, an attempted burglary and all sort of that stuff but what he was interested in, was a things a little dark.

he became a cop for that you know, to get access to that little darkness and even if being on the other side defeated that purpose he knew that it also gave him an upper hand. he could abuse it in controlled ways.

but he never really had the opportunity.

and then when he moved into your apartment complex, he saw you, it wasn’t like a crush or anything, but he saw you desperately covering bruises and at first he thought you had a drunk husband, but asking around he found that it was your father.

the worst character of them all.

he was used to that sound and no matter how much he wanted the man to stop, he didn’t have a plan nor anything solid, why didn't you file a complaint? he could've helped you.

it didn’t help that you were so hard to spot outside, not that the detective followed you or anything.

he became painfully aware of the fact that strangely he wasn’t angry with the man for disturbing his peace, but he imagined strangling him to death. how could he do this?

but anybody would have the same reaction if they saw something like that right? wrong, the people in the neighbourhood were so embroiled in their own problems that nobody wanted to intervene.

and he was, you know preparing for it, when he just had an intuition and then someone walking outside at 3 am.

-

"sir, what do we do about the case, the one with my neighbor?"

"do you really think anybody cares about it now, and its so common…." his boss looks around the room and finds his coat behind it. "there are no relatives to file a missing person's case, right?"

"not really, but.."

"i love your righteousness, but we're dealing with the murder of the mayor's son and the problem of those fucking gamblers and i-"

as if on cue, the phone rings and he hurries to answer it. "ah yes, sir, i'm on my way,"

"close that case, okay?"

try not to squeal. try not to squeal. try not to-

it took him effort, but the mayor's son had it coming anyway.

on one of his inquiry drives, he'd seen the mildly famous person at a bar and gambling at that, what would his father think?

he talked to him afterwards, to talk him out of it. but he did not budge.

anyway, but the story going on was that some drunk guy got into a fight with the mayor's son at the bar and it ended up being fatal for rhe katter.

and somehow the perpetrator was forgotten, the more pressing problem seemed to be gambling and drug dealing rings because the mayor had an image to save.

but sae was just glad that your case was finally closed today. it had been 3 months since you were living at his apartment and since he'd fed lies to his department and them being negligent had accepted the story and sae's clean reputation helped. after all, what could he get from covering a case like that, right?

-

 when he returns home that day, and you ask him again, as you have been for 2 n

months, he shakes his head

“no, they haven’t closed the case yet…”

[yanderemommabean]

Yandere Detective short

(Hey! This short is about the cannibal detective oc idea I have and I decided to make a lil Drabble! Depending on the feedback I might merge some old ideas and stuff to make this man occur more! Not so sure about a full fledged oc but I do really like the idea! Anyway I hope you enjoy!

-Mommabean)

“A creature such as you, thinking you’re any different from an animal” the manic man grinned wickedly, eyes piercing with a psychotic aura. He laughed, throwing his head back with the force of it, hand coming up to cover his mouth and drag down his throat as his laugh trails off into a sigh.

Straightening his posture once again, he waltzed over to the cage, rattling it with a harsh slam of his hand. “Wrong! Oh so very wrong! “ he laughs again, more bitter and cutting than the earlier mannerisms he had shown. He watches for any reaction, gauging and calculating, before stepping away and crossing his arms over his chest as he hums in thought.

“I suppose I could take pity…put you down myself” he sighs, mulling over every option he had. There was certainly more fun in keeping this one alive, seeing as they had a direct tie to his beloved. No, no this animal needed to be tamed and trained. To be made to obey and never question.

“Tch…I can hardly see the fun in keeping you around if you won’t do so much as speak to me. Why so quiet? Afraid I’ll…bite?” He taunts, kicking the cage again as the terrified human inside scurries away the best they could. Pathetic. How could you fall for such a boring pest?

Ah, he can’t stay mad. Not at you. It’s natural that you find the most pathetic of creatures in need of your loving touch, but not every disgusting beast needs it darling! Especially monsters such as himself. He’s the most twisted man on this planet, yet you still saw someone worthy of healing and giving your strength.

He’s in debt to you now. You know that right?

Now he has to weed out all the worthless insects and parasites. To keep your precious heart safe, to save you from being hurt and bitten by dogs who don’t know their place.

“I suppose you’re getting the hang of this. Mutts shouldn’t speak unless told to do so, after all. Maybe we don’t need a muzzle?” He asks while tilting his head, watching as the human shakes and refuses to respond.

Trembling. Shaking and utterly petrified. Like a puppy in a thunderstorm. It would be cute if it wasn’t for the fact this disgusting creature was trying to steal you away, take you somewhere he couldn’t follow. He has to be near you! He needs to always know where you’ll be and where he can reach you!

These monsters who run rampant through the streets, they think they can just take what they want. Untamed, greedy, no regard for those who are hurt in the crossfire. He won’t lose you to someone so foul. No, he’ll be damn sure you’ll never be where he can’t get to you.

If these disgusting maggots can get to you, he’ll just have to have insider knowledge to keep as many eyes on you as possible. He’ll start with the little grub cowering in the kennel.

“I’m not going to kill you” he says while kneeling down to the door of the cage, wicked grin pulling at his lips again “I’m going to train you to fetch for me”.

[yanderend]

Detective Yandere (OC) x Gender Neutral Reader

Charlie, The Detective Headcanons

The Detective is a sadistic yandere, with a penchant for stalking.

He's a prodigy in the private investigator business, and when he looks over your file to cover all bases in his most recent job, he's instantly enamoured.

What a nice name... What an interesting person you are... Surely it won't be hard to track you down and find out some more- just in case!

First meeting, and he's absolutely stunned at how easily he can read you-- Your expressions are a dead giveaway, everything from your body language to your fashion choices tells him exactly the kind of person you are.

"There's no need to be anxious, you're not under investigation. I'm just curious..."

Oh he just loves the way you quiver and get red-faced, worried about your answers. Now he wants to keep that expression all to himself...

That's right, he definitely has the power to isolate you, should he so wish...

Charlie can't get violent, that's against his whole work ethic!

Then again, Charlie can very much use mind games and every avenue of his power dynamic to get any information he wants.

He'll find out who you're close to, who you're interested in, who you hate, what you find sexy, or scary, or fun, and use it to his advantage.

Charlie's whole career has revolved around questioning people, so he knows exactly what to say to get you to crumble beneath him. Pathetic and submissive to his whims, just the way he likes it.

Any excuse to pull you into an investigation, he will take. Maybe the case has something to do with where you work, he should go and visit to scout it out! Definitely not to ogle you and meet your co-workers with a cold glare. Your family, your friends, anything he can use to question you and see you anxiously answer all of those highly personal details about your life.

So what if he spends those late nights thinking about you, accidentally constructing a shrine out of your documents and getting just a little too excited about the prospect of your whimpers— He's totally not being a perv about this...

He can ignore the questions from his coworkers about his latest obsession, it's not too out of character for him to care about a job this much.

(Of course, its not the job he's obsessed with, but they don't need to know that.)

[heartfullofleeches]

What's the Harem's opinion on the detective?? And what's their opinion on the Reader being all cute and romantic with him????

"Are you ready to go? Y/n?" Travis stands on the porch as you exit your house. He offers his hand for you to hold as he leads you to his car, unable of the glaring daggers at his head.

"Are we seriously letting Y/n go out with that asswipe?!"

Baron obviously wants to tear him to pieces on the spot. You were somehow able to keep your budding relationship with the detective lowkey until the day he picked you up at your house. He would have ripped his head from his shoulders if not for one factor.

"Give them time it won't last."

Alasdair is rightfully upset, but doesn't act on his anger: at least on the surface. He knows you'll together in the afterlife, but even his patience is running thin. He will try to get you to see his faults, but ultimately falls as Travis is too good of a guy. Unless he finds out about the stalking- . Keeps Baron at bay, while grinding his teeth in silence.

Maddox is the only one that doesn't react. They don't really know how as they've never experienced heartbreak before. Travis seems nice so they aren't out for blood - yet. As long as they get to hold you at night they won't fuss, even if there's pain in their chest everyone you walk out that door.

Second Ask from @imlovewithpixelsithpixels

I don't really see reader doing much with anyone after what happened with Alasdair; but here we go:

"I.. think I'm about to lose someone close to me."

Travis places his hand over yours, squeeze gently as he looks with understanding eyes.

"I get it. It's a tough thing to go through. I'm here for you." He hugs you; a action you don’t really know how to respond to. He places a kiss to your time as he rubs your back, his shoulder catching the tears that fall.

"No..." Baron isn't going to let someone take you from him. Not now. And definitely not after what's happened to Alasdair. He's just like that priest. He wants to take you away and destroy the life that's been built around the four of you. He'll give you time for your wounds to heal, but Travis' safety can't been guaranteed forever.

Maddox tries to stop him, but the pain is worse than ever before. They see Travis as you seeking comfort elsewhere than with them and it shatters them inside. Sulks more often, but is still weak to your touch. If you hug them, the shoulder where their head lies becomes wet. They look in confusion. Why are they crying-

[taitavva]

hi the way you draw pego makes me deeply ill i love it

he also makes me deeply ill. hoping that akechi finally does his job & spares the rest of us from falling deeper in delusion

[iridescentdove]

If it is not too much trouble, may I please request a Yandere? Platonic! BSD x Arlecchino! Reader, let's say that the reader has played an important role in almost everybody's life.

For example, she took Kouyou under her wing when she failed to escape the Mafia, advised and convinced Fukuzawa to save Yosano, treated and viewed (15) Dazai as only a child and not the demon prodigy, never once used or placed Chuuya as the second choice, etc. Things like that, but the reader is still in the Fatui and does run the House of the Hearth and looks after orphans while also training them to be enlisted in the Fatui. So, they probably view reader as a parent figure and someone dear to their hearts and don’t want anything bad to happen to them.

A LIFE OF OUR OWN.

Yandere!Platonic!BSD x Arlecchino!Reader

A/N: I immediately worked on this request on seeing it omg anon you guys do not know how much I love Arlecchino ... also for here I use "Father", but that's only because in the game Lyney & Lynette call Arlecchino that. Feel free to pretend it's mother or something else!

You're the second whole of their hearts.

They'll do anything for you ...

Father.

It's not a coincidence. To take one for an example. KOUYOU, that poor little girl who did nothing wrong. She was such a sweet kid, someone nice ... and yet she was there in the Port Mafia. Taken away and unable to live her life like a child should.

In an attempt to leave the mafia with a man she liked, it was rather unfornature enough – both were caught red handed.

And that man? He was killed.

KOUYOU was desperately holding on, wanting him to open his eyes, to survive and still find a way. And yet deep down, she knew that it would be impossible.

Good things never last.

She began to see the light as something meaningless. That the moment a flower born in darkness is exposed to light, it will wilt and burn away to nothingness. She can't escape. Not anymore. But that also wishful thinking.

That was until you came along and helped her up.

It was like a moment's heartbeat, the moment she looked up. You were right there – holding your hand out.

Even if you weren't expressive as to be expected out of sympathy for what happened, she can tell that you were no ill-intentioned person. So what did she do? She took it. Your hand. And gave you a smile ... one that faintly shined of hope.

Of course, she never left the mafia. But she had you to take care of her ... and treat her like a true daughter.

She was ecstatic to have family of her own.

You even gifted her a little plushie. Of course, of the the most fine and exquisite type of material. Your rich ass is flexing without even saying it out loud. slay

And you never treated her as a second choice.

Just like CHUUYA. As the time passed, he too joined the Port Mafia by boss orders. Honestly – you probably didn't give much of a shit, but that obviously changed.

Even now, your fatherish figure still remains after years. And that may as well never change.

He takes some great pride on his abilities, and he's rather smug about it himself. Although – sometimes he does question himself, and his humanity. Due to basically being merged and being Arahabaki's vessel.

But no, fuck that. You treated him as your own child, and although had more better things to do in the Fatui – this kid was insecure as hell and needed a parental figure.

CHUUYA adores you from the bottom of his heart. You showed him what it was to be human. To be alive. You gave him good reason and even let him visit the orphanage you looked after. Since he was merged with basically a God, you found it curious as well.

Well Arahabaki doesn't have a Gnosis so he's luckily safe

And then also, boom. Your attention extended towards his partner! DAZAI himself, of his young age. And from that time on, you already knew something was up with him.

Honestly – it can't be doubted. He was destined to live in the darkness forever. Nothing in the world can compel that deep etched loneliness in his heart; and even his late friend ODASAKU had acknowledged that.

Even after their unfortunate deaths, you were right there.

He was almost weirded the fuck out at first. You're not treating him like a monster. Or a demon. Not even his position and affiliation. You straight out threw those ourt the trash and instead? You treated him like your son.

It comforted him a little. To know he finally had someone to call his own. At first – just like anyone, he thought he'd lose you.

But you proved him wrong in various ways.

No matter how hard he tried, you kept him his side. Trained with him and succeeded in his defeat (much to his surprise), and gave him a few fatherly hugs and gifts that he would need and like. And DAZAI couldn't help it either.

He wanted you to be his real father quite badly. You were always there, and his eternal loneliness?

What's that again?

No. Even with that in mind, you never stopped to pursue and keep going with the mafioso. You'd go as much as to take him and meet with the rest of the harbingers, maybe taking CHUUYA and other executives from time to time.

Of course, avoiding The Doctor because it might as well just give back DAZAI his trauma.

And when he keft the mafia? You came along with him. Words cannot express how happy and relieved he was. He didn't want to loose his only comfort, his family. And if any9ne ever tries to threaten your familial bond?

He's gonna pull out the fucking demon prodigy card and show them how demonic he can be

In any case, same is due to everyone else. Like the fact you just always seemed to be there in the right place, at the right time. Like when YOSANO was being forced into healing soldier after soldier in the war.

The poor girl. Safe to assume the Fatui didn't really care about such and didn't participate in the war.

Much unless the Tsaritsa commands them to stop it, they may as well do that. But as of now they didn't really care. But that was only an 11 year old child ...

A child. You just had to take her in, didn't you?

And if not – in any case, you went ahead and got FUKUZAWA to save her. You reasoned with him, quite the good convincer yourself. You were a woman of a hundred, if not a thousand faces that could easily fool others.

So he took her in to the agency.

Although YOSANO was never told about what had happened in the sidelines, the moment she saw you walking away from the both of them – she just had that feeling.

She wants to thank you, if it's the last thing she did.

From the time that came on, you continued to do what you did and appeared, woving yourself into the hearts of everyone. At first, it was obviously never easy. But that wasn't a reason to give up. And you're you, would you seriously give up from that?

Many of them expresses gratitude in multiple ways, sometimes a bit unhinged – which you were yourself. There's not a sane bone in your body.

At least, that's what people like to think.

You've come this far into giving others a new life, being a father figure that everyone cherishes dearly and adores. Oh, and if anyone try to tear away that dream or hurt you – even a single scratch on that body of yours ...

There will be hell to pay.

You'd think they got very protective of their father. They can all quite collectively agree that they need no other familial figure in their lives other than you. Dearest you, who saved them from their shameful lives and gave them a future.

Even one who isn't supposedly a kid like SIGMA – he came from a book. He doesn't have a family. But correction, he does.

And it's you.

Or anyone else from multiple affiliations across. The Decay of the Angels, the Hunting Dogs, supposedly those that caught your eye in these several factions.

Suppose the easily jealous ones of seeing you paying attention to kids more in the orphanage, or giving a certain triplets more of time can get them boiling with anger quite enough. Even if it was wrong, it just seemed so right.

And so? They try to steal more of your attention away. This is one of the time they truly act like children once more.

CHUUYA would most likely not want anyone even gazing at your direction. Must they make things worse? You're around kids almost 24/7 and taking care of them yes, but you should only be taking care of him!

DAZAI acts like a child throwing a tantrum. No! No! No one can be with his father other than himself! How dare those kids call you their father?! He's livid, and tries to hide his anger and jealousy, yet he was visibly so eerie and tense.

KOUYOU can bet it was saddening to see you paying attention to work at the Fatui. Come on now, can you blame her? If you took her under your wing, you better be responsible. So she tries to invite you to her own missions and do fun together, just like when she was little. She wants your care.

YOSANO can tolerate it mostly, although at some point she comes with a breaking point as well. She's normally kind and likes hang around you and feel protected and loved, but oh, when you're not looking? Let's see ... pulls out chainsaw

So if a child or two goes missing in the orphanage?

Let's just say it wasn't anyone's fault, dear father :)

[recreationalfanfics]

General Yandere Bane

THIS MAN IS FINE OKAY.

"Aw, mi vida, don't look at me like that." He coos mockingly, chuckling when your brows furrow even more towards him.

He chuckles as he makes his way over to you, his hand stretching out to touch your face. You try to move your head back but it's useless considering you were gagged and tied up to a chair. The tips of his fingers gently touch your cheek and slide under your chin, tilting your head up to look back up at him. His dark brown eyes behind his mask hold a shine of amusement to them but there was also something else. A softness that he has in his eyes that's so different compared to the usual icy detached look his mug shots had or the internalized anger when he stared dead at the camera's in the middle of his arrests. Yet you couldn't really say you've ever been scared when you met his gaze because he never looked at you that way. He looked at you like you were the one thing in the world that could give him peace, like you're very eyes were softening his hardened heart, and like you were the most precious and priceless thing on the planet. He looked at you like you were his lover.

Your heart would've been soaring from your chest with the way he looked at you, after all, his physique was impressive but there were other things that were admittedly attractive about him. His deep rumbling voice heavy with his accent, the way he spoke so intelligently and flatteringly towards you, and how despite his brutish self, always treated you so gently. However, he was still a monster. He had just snapped the necks of your fellow Arkham colleagues and then abducted you.

"Una mirada tan aterradora en tu cara." He jokes to himself as you continue to stare at him like he was the shit under your shoes. He pulls his hand back from your chin and crouches down in front of you, finally face level to you. He tilts his head to the side and he has a small smirk on his face, "You're truly a vision."

"He'll stop you," You say, sick of his smug face. Sick of how cocky he looked in front of you. Sick of how small and helpless he made you feel, "The Batman. He'll always stop you."

"Ay, Mi vida, you forget," He says, standing up again, "I've broken the bat before, both physically and mentally. While he did triumph many times, this time will be different."

You raise an eyebrow, "How?"

He messes with the gauntlet in his hands, the viens of his muscular arms turn green and you watch in horror as his lumbering shadow grows and grows before you. He's taller now, his eyes now glowing green, and even with his muscles being even more humanely bigger than possible. You try to shrink into yourself, your back leaning against the chair as far as possible, your head lowering to your shoulders, as if you wanted nothing to do than to dissappear from his line of sight.

"Because if he tries to take you..." He cracks his knuckles and his neck, "Romperé todos los huesos de su cuerpo."

[ceruleancattail]

All For You

Stray Cat Au

Yandere Floyd x reader

Tw: gore, death, blood. Floyd killed a man what can I even say?

The light was on.

Ember hues flickering from within your home, taunting you from the windows. The door was slightly ajar, swaying ever so slightly with the breeze. The hinges creak, screaming out their warnings.

Run. Leave. Danger.

Raising a trembling hand, you silently slip your gun out of its leather holster. Clammy fingers gripping the bullet case, thrusting it in. A sharp click echoed through the hallway, gun loaded. Holding it at attention, you slide in, thumb on the safety. Ready to fire at will.

Creeping into your flat, footfalls as silent as a cat’s. A rancid stench filled your nostrils. A metallic scent, stinging every crevice of your nose like a thousand needles. The slight acidity of vomit, along with the reek of ammonia.

You’ve smelt it before. Especially victims of rather… violent crimes. Whatever was left of their bodies lay slumped on the ground, skin still warm with life. Glassy eyes wide open, pupils dilated in fear. That stench would linger, long after the victim was removed from the scene. You’ve grown familiar with it, the smell of fear.

For all you’ve experienced, you would have never thought you’ll smell that same stench in your home. Slowly edging towards the living room, feet treading on the floorboards gingery. One wrong move, one misstep, and you risk having a bullet imbedding itself in your skull.

How ironic would that be. The detective, murdered.

Gritting your teeth, your shoulders tensed. Charging towards the door, shoulder bashing against the wood. It throbbed, muscles clawing at your skin, hollering in pain. Biting back a curse, you hold your weapon in front of you, finger tight on the trigger.

A pair of mismatched eyes met yours.

A startling yellow, the shimmer of pure gold.

A ebony black, darker then the night’s shadow.

Strands of ink black hair fell from his left, curling under his chin. A earring, hung loosely from his ear. Diamonds, jiggling together like some wind chime.

A laugh, before he stretches his arms out. An inviting gesture, meant to put you at ease.

It would have, if not for the crimson specks littering his face. His hands were bare, drops of scarlet dripping from his arms onto the floor. A blazer was discarded at your feet, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows for greater movability.

A corpse lay on your couch, its face pummelled into a pulp. That was the best looking part of it. The rest of his body was demolished into an unrecognisable mess. Flesh gouged out, its chest treated like a pin cushion, with gaping holes scattered across it.

It looked like a wild animal mauled this corpse, with the sheer ferocity it was disembowelled with. The man stood behind the corpse, beaming at you.

“You’re finally back, Shrimpy!”

Floyd Leech. He was… employed by a client you’ve worked with awhile back. The Octavinelle agency. A rather shady business, if you do say so yourself. Yet they’re remarkably adept at dancing around the law.

There was never enough evidence to convict them for anything. Well, until today, that is. The evidence was laid bare on your couch, big black flies already swarming over it.

Your grip tightens, the leather guard biting deep into your palm. Blinking rapidly, you turn the gun towards Floyd. Aiming for his chest. A tremble surges through your arms, shaking them like a leaf in a hurricane. Sweat slicked your fingers, slipping over the trigger.

Floyd only laughs. A boyish sound, dripping with malice. Hands reaching for the corpse’s wrist, he dangles it. Making the poor victim “wave” towards you.

A growl slips pass your lips.

“Stop that.”

A pout, lower lip jutting out ever so slightly. Leaning onto the back of the couch, Floyd whines. Drawling out each and every one of his words.

“You’re no fun, shrimpy.”

You jerk your head in the direction of the body, trying not to retch from the stink.

“Who was that?”

His eyes light up, a certain sinister light brewing within his pupils.

“He’s your latest target!”

A vague recollection of your recent case flashes across your mind. An elusive thief, rather skilled in trickery. You’ve been burning the midnight oil, trying to capture that criminal.

Now, here he was. Dead, in your living room.

A brisk pace. Floyd strides towards you, a dastardly smirk playing on his lips. You raise the gun a little higher, eyes glaring daggers into his. His lips twitched, clearly amused by your little weapon.

Floyd stops right in front of the barrel of your gun, the metal pressing into his chest. With the flick of his wrist, you’re quickly disarmed. Your gun clatters, hitting the floor. Aiming a swift kick, Floyd has your gun skidding across your floor, disappearing under a cabinet.

Heart thumping wildly, trashing against your ribcage. An attempt to free itself from its prison of bone. Your glance flickers from the left to the right, trying to formulate an escape plan. Yet your thoughts were disjointed, fragments of coherent sentences.

Run.

Leave.

Danger.

A palm reaches for your face, clotted with blood. The liquid sticks to your skin, branding you a crimson red. The same colour of the blush on his face. It bloomed across his cheeks. Such a ghastly colour.

Forcing a breath down your lungs, you stared into Floyd’s eyes as firmly as you could. A futile hope that he wouldn’t see how terribly your fingers shook.

He was close.

Too close.

“Why?”

You ask.

Floyd raises an eyebrow.

“I was bored. You were spending all your time on one petty thief.”

His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer. Fingers tightening around your cheek, red streaks blooming across your skin. His nails dig into your flesh, crescents of crimson pressed deep into your skin.

A marking.

A warning.

“You didn’t even drop by the Mostro Lounge… I was so lonely, Shrimpy.”

His voice drops. A gravelly deep tone, that sent shivers racing down your spine.

“So I took care of it.”

Beads of blood pool on your cheek, his nails going a little too far. You squeeze your eyes shut, wincing at the sting. Another husky chuckle from Floyd, before you feel his breath wafts against your lips.

Something warm and wet was pressed onto your face. Floyd’s tongue, lapping the blood off your face. The way he licked was obscene, dragging his tongue tantalisingly slowly. Goosebumps flared up, running down your arms.

Your hands reach for his shirt, clutching it with all the strength you could muster. Flustered words spill out of your mouth, begging for him to stop, to just leave you alone-

He only laughs, scratching at your eardrums like metal striking metal.

Floyd’s put in so much effort just to help you out.

He deserves some… quality time with his favourite little detective, no? After all, he’s done so much for you.

You can’t refuse him.

You won’t.

Right, Shrimpy?

[famwhy]

I can’t get enough of the Yandere Dazai content like this is at least the 5th time I’ve read Realisation and Pt2 Headcanons 😍😍😍

Can you imagine Kunikida seeing the relationship and being too nervous to strangle or confront Dazai over it? Or Ranpo knowing and dropping hints to the others to try and get Dazai to back off a bit? Like

Ranpo: hey Yosano, don’t you think Y/N is better with _______ than Dazai?

Yosano: *agrees in protective aunt figure

Dazai: *realizes what’s going on and tries stopping it without Y/N noticing

Haha, thanks so much for the support you give me ❤

I really love this ask, it gave me instant inspo.

I also ended up spending a little too much time on Ranpo. Oops. He's my favourite, I can't help it.

(These headcanons are related to this post.)

♧ When you and Dazai first arrived to the ADA, you were a total mystery to all the members.

♧ The only thing they knew about you two was that Dazai was your mentor before joining them.

♧ Well, that's all everyone but Ranpo and the Director knew.

♧ The Director had to know of your past to give you approval to join the agency in the first place, so that was a given.

♧ Ranpo though?

♧ Well, he knew at first glance of course.

♧ He was (no, is) the greatest detective known to man, after all.

♧ He also knew about your little relationship with Dazai...

♧ It was... a cause for concern, to say the least.

♧ However, the detective decided to give Dazai a chance to redeem himself, he had turned over a new leaf after all...

♧ ...except that- no; no he didn't turn over a new leaf.

♧ He continued being forceful with you, feeding you with so much unwanted affection that you would burst from the seems.

♧ He, by no means, made it obscure that he had some sort of relationship with you that didn't lean towards platonic.

♧ How else was he supposed to lay claim on you with such a new threat to his place?

♧ You see, the Agency members slowly grew more fond of you as time went by.

♧ You would always help Kunikida with organising his schedules whenever Dazai ruined them again.

♧ You would go on a supply run for medications Yosano asked you to get and sweets Ranpo desired almost 24/7.

♧ You would also go out with the siblings and Kenji whenever you found the time to.

♧ A total sweetheart.

♧ Unfortunately for Dazai, that meant many inconveniences.

♧ Unlike the Port Mafia members, the ADA members don't know how to mind their own business.

♧ Ranpo was always tugging on you whenever you had some alone time with the brown-haired male, demanding you for your attention and even going as far as to ask for cuddles.

♧ Cuddles!

♧ Who the hell does he think he is?! Your boyfriend?!

♧ HE'S NOT!

♧ DAZAI IS!

♧ And damn does it boil his blood when that stupid man-child goes up to his equally-as-stupid best friend and asks her that same damn stupid question.

♧ "Hey Yosano, wouldn't Y/N make a better match with me than Dazai?"

♧ Like hell you would!

♧ It's so goddamn annoying not being able to strangle members of your Agency.

♧ Don't even get him started on that dumb doctor.

♧ Always narrowing her eyes at him when you were nearby, watching him like a hawk and having the audacity to call it being protective over you.

♧ Now, Ranpo noticed the little tics that would overcome Dazai whenever things like these would happen.

♧ The way his teeth would grit when you were approached for a conversation longer than 2 seconds.

♧ The way he would bite the back of his pen in agitation when you would offer to help someone that wasn't him out.

♧ They way he would casually wrap an arm around your waist when someone even thought of tapping you on the shoulder.

♧ It was very concerning behaviour.

♧ As someone with a strong moral compass, he couldn't just sit by and do nothing.

♧ He also couldn't necessarily challenge Dazai face-to-face.

♧ While the ex-mafia member may not have been as smart as him, he certainly beat him in terms of athletic prowess.

♧ Ranpo had to go about this smartly.

♧ Luckily enough, 'smart' was his middle name.

♧ Unluckily though, Dazai wasn't exactly an idiot.

♧ He knew Ranpo was provoking him and trying to get him to lash out so the Director could get him locked up.

♧ He knew.

♧ So he kept quiet.

♧ After all, actions speak louder than words.

♧ All he needed to do was a bit of a tug on your arm towards him and you, being the good girl he trained you to be, instantly returned to him.

♧ All the while, being completely oblivious to what was going on around you.

♧ As always intended.

[idanceuntilidie]

Hello humans,

It is I again, Death,

For my special I wondered for a few good days what I want to do and now I figured it out- watch me cackle like a madman

Prepare the drums

My special to you for 200, soon 300, followers is asking questions.

It can be either about my ocs, the ocs I created for requests, or me- a skeleton in your closet.

It will be accompanied by, usually, by a drawing and/or a doodle.

I trust people are decent and can behave themselves so I don’t need to put out rules

Requests won’t be closed durning this and you will see some normal posts also but I will bump this on every now and then

Have fun!

[omertasmoon]

An act of submission

(Emperor Zhongli x gn reader)

"They say that a good servant reflects the personality of its master…" Zhongli chuckled as he traced the brim of his cup with his finger. Despite maintaining a calm facade, the corners of his lips occasionally twitched upwards into a smirk, yet he was trying so hard to hide it—a futile exercise in suppression.

"Erm… excuse me, what?" You replied. Was he complimenting your guzheng or was he throwing shade at you for imitating him? It wasn't your fault, but you couldn't help but think that it was the result of being by his side for a long time. Putting on a private solo concert for the Emperor was nerve-wracking: one wrong mistake and there goes your wrist. One thing you didn't know was that you had managed to plant the first seeds of obsession in his heart which resulted in keeping you by his side and dragging you along everywhere he went. Too bad the amount of love he shows you is just the surface of it. You never know how deep the ocean is, hm? During the time spent with him, your brain had subconsciously picked up his habits, resulting in you emulating him sometimes. How very bold of you to assume that he hadn't noticed it.

"Erm…" A small, soft sound slipped out of your mouth. It was really obvious that you were trying to ease the awkward tension between you two.

Upon hearing the soft sound of your voice, Zhongli paused and gently lifted his gaze from his cup. His eyes full of adoration and love wandered across your features. Such beautiful features which he wished to preserve forever. If his mind were a room, you would undoubtedly be the wallpaper, your presence permeating every space, reflecting the depths of his fascination for you.

There it was, the reaction he was hoping for. That expression which was akin to a baby deer in the headlights. Your eyes were wide in confusion and your lips were slightly parted but wide enough to let out an ‘eh?’ sound. Zhongli chuckled, amused by how your face had gone red. Possibly because of the steam from the tea or him making advances on you- oh, how he wished that he was the reason of you being so shy and flustered. The soft glow of the red lanterns cast a warm light on your face highlighting the contours of your profile, giving him the opportunity to observe your facial expressions in detail. To be frank, he was proud of himself for bringing a reaction out of you. He may have experienced joy and pleasure throughout his life but they all were nothing compared to the happiness he gets from your smile. He was slowly plunging himself into the spiral of obsession but he didn't know it.

"Ah, nothing. According to what I said earlier, I put the musical instrument in the position of the servant while you are its master. The strings of it bend to the will of your hands to produce such beautiful sounds… Not to mention, the songs produced by it are as gentle and soothing as you. It reflects your personality, don’t you think so?" Zhongli replied in a genuine voice but the predatory glint in his eyes gave it away.

“Thank you…” Your voice trailed off at the end as you were unsure of what to reply

“No need to thank me, I was just stating facts” He brought his cup to his lips as he said so. Zhongli’s gaze fell upon your hand wrapped around your tea cup. “Do you mind if I take a look at it?” He raised an eyebrow, his eyes lingering on your left hand. Even though it seemed like a request, you knew that it was an order. Your hand shot up immediately even though you were praying desperately that he wouldn’t chop it off for accidentally playing the wrong note earlier that day. A soft hum left his lips as he lifted your hand higher to the level of his mouth.

“Do you only plan on plucking the strings of your instrument for the rest of your life?” The emperor caressed the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Erm… maybe. What’s there to pluc-”

“There are many things you can pluck, my dear. For example… my heart. You can pluck it out and I would thank you for it” The way he said it so casually shocked you for a moment. Zhongli eyed the ring on your index finger which you inherited from your mother. Your heart was thumping loudly that his words were drown out. “Y-Your majesty…” Your face was as red as the lanterns hanging above both of you.

His lips hovered above your ring for a while to toy with your conflicting feelings at the moment. After what seemed like an eternity, he brought his mouth down to leave a kiss on it. “A jade wrist loses to a golden cup, so slender, so slender, it’s the passing of youth…”

-Irene Callista

[pynkgothicka]

Dark! Arkham Knight! Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

a/n: Ive finally created a way to do personal work and requests at the same time!! My hiatus is over as now I’m going to be pumping works out more often!!

Tags/Warnings: NONCON, breeding, creampies, VIOLENCE AGAINST READER, Yelling, stalking, Cocky Mista Todd

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

🐉

Something wasn't right.

The Arkham Knight had been chasing you for what seemed like ages. He was so determined to get you, and you had no clue why. You should’ve known to leave whenever you were told to, but you had to be stupid and missed the buses. If only you learned from your mistakes, you wouldn't be where you are now, cornered in an alleyway with this militarized robot on your tail.

He seemed closer than ever now, finally in view. The only source of light being his helmet. He stopped his chase and slowed down to a slow walk, the sound of his boots hitting the ground with every step he took. A taunt nonetheless. You backed closer into the wall trying to disappear. His steps stopped, and leather touched your face forcing your head up. You still kept your eyes shut, not wanting to face the man who's been hunting you for game. 

"Look at how scared you are… You scared I'm gonna hurt you?" His robotic voice echoed in your ear. All you could do is nod. "Now why would you think that?" His gloved hand trailed lower, fingers grazing your collarbone. One dug its way in, feeling your bone, as if some kind of awkward massage. 

“Please, dont hurt me…” You begged out, finally opening your eyes to look at just how close he was to you. The automated voice within his headpiece, his heavy breathing echoing all around you. Just another way his mere presence taunted you.

“Scarecrow certainly was right, you're one of the pretty ones, it's sad that all that is going to waste. Just for a pitiful job.” That's when you felt it, the barrel of a gun right in your abdomen. The metal was cold, yet stung. 

You were going to die here, and no one would even recall or remember you.

He seemed hesitant, to say he's killed people all night. You couldn't comprehend it, why isn't he getting it over with?

“I don't have to kill you though, now do I? Scarecrow just wants you gone, he never said ``indefinitely dead.” He looked off to the side as if he was weighing his options. “ We can't have anything happen to the cloudburst tonight, and you're one of the few people who worked on it.” His gun slowly moved away, the sting of the cold metal disappearing.

“You're not going to kill me…?”

“Nope, it seems as if you've gotten the better of me. However, I do want to have a bit of fun first.” 

He pushed you further into the wall, your flimsy clothes getting torn off in the process. He was trying to get everything off as quickly as possible. 

 You cried out as he popped off your bra, your chest flying out. He pinched at them laughing when you squealed out. 

 He pulled down his military pants along with his boxers, cock popping out. He was leaking pre. “This is what a night of stress and muder does to you. And just the sight of you has me like this, now go ahead and touch it.” You shook your head as he finally let go of you.

“N-NO I don't want to.” You choked on your own tears.

“You don't want to?! Oh sweetheart you just don't know do you?”

The Knight grabbed at your hair and banged your head against the wall. You screamed out in pain collapsing to the ground, head in hands. You touched your head, the tips of your fingers coming back red. It wasn't anything life threatening but was still there

 “I when I tell you to d something, you better fucking do it! You hear me!?!” He growled at you hysterically.

“Yes! Yes…” You cried out. He laughed at you stroking his cock, precum leaking on your bruised body.

“This is just turning me on even more! Now sweetheart, get back to it.” You reluctantly grabbed at his girth stroking him, his juices coating your fingers. He groaned out, helmet glowing in the night. His hand fell on top of your own speeding up your pace

“That's it, get it all nice and wet. In a minute this is going straight inside those sweet little guts of yours, I hope you're not a virgin… who am I kidding if I just happen to take that too and kill Batman, god this would be the most awesome night don't cha think?” You kept silent, tears falling down your face even more.

He was right.

You were a virgin.

The Knight grabbed you by your hair once again and pulled you back up, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist. “And would you look at that, you're already dripping!” he dug his fingers inside you, scooping out your juices. He then smeared them all over your face, a mixture of cum and tears painting you.

“I don't think you’d mind it if I Slipped in real quick?” He grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing the head in between your folds. The noise it made disgusted you, why were you so aroused with how he was treating you? Are you the monster here?

He bottomed out inside you, your head falling back in a breathy gasp. He was huge, and you could feel him splitting you apart.

But he didnt care.

He instantly got to work bouncing you on his cock, nothing else mattering. His gloves holding you closer to him by your back. Your walls clamped down on him in a instant, The Knight let out a breathy moan pushing you into the wall in a sex filled frenzy. 

It was almost passionate if he didn't beat you up beforehand,breaking your walls down where you would be susceptible to him.

“Shit I’m about to cum so deep inside those guts, fucking-”He paused chasing his high before stopping and you knew instantly what happened as a new found warmth filled you. You fell slumped against his shoulder. “Look at that, just bred you baby…”

“No… I dont… I cant-” He shushed you quickly,hitting a button on the side of his mask. It came up in a set of gears and mechanics. He leaned in kissing you passionately. 

“Shit, I’m going to have to keep you for sure… You cant be running around while I kill that freak of nature huh?”

[yanderend]

All Yandere's reactions to you giving them the silent treatment!

Requested by an anon

— The Detective

Charlie is a rather cold-hearted yandere, if he upset you, he wouldn't care too much.

That being said, he wasn't actually aware he upset you this time— after all, you've never reacted like this before.

He's almost happy about it, getting to see a new reaction out of you. Interesting as always.

'Two can play at that game,' is his thought process, not talking to you or paying you much mind outside of his usual stalking activities.

The Detective really didn't expect you to keep ignoring him for this long, but now it's been a week, and his irritation is starting to show.

His work focus is starting to wane, which is rare for him, but his brain is taken up by intrusive thoughts of worry. He's fine with you being petty for now— but what if you never talk to him again?

What if you try to talk to someone else?!

No, Charlie couldn't handle all his work on you being undone. He'll have to do something.

You find yourself cornered in your home, his arms by your sides as he glares you up and down.

'What do I need to do for you to acknowledge me again, huh?'

You try to move your head away, but he grabs you by the chin and forces you to look at him.

'Just... I just want you to apologise,' you tell him.

'Fine.' He bites his tongue and swallows his pride, refusing to meet your eye. 'I'm sorry. Are you going to talk to me, now?'

'Are you going to let go of me?'

'Youre pushing your luck, sweetie.'

— The Childhood Friend

· She's completely paranoid from the second you start not answering her questions.

This is out of character for you, you wouldn't do this to the one person who's looking out for you, would you?

Eli knows her questioning can be invasive, but whatever hit a nerve with you was only essential knowledge for her! She couldn't live with herself if someone else knew something she didn't— but she's also struggling with the guilt she feels over pushing you on it.

'There's nothing to worry about, okay? There's nobody listening, so just talk to me, already!' She'll plead endlessly.

She doesn't want to blame herself— that would mean she's a bad friend, a bad lover! No, no, it has to be someone elses fault.

So that's what The Childhood Friend leads with, and goes out of her way to construct a fake narrative where someone is clearly manipulating you into not talking to her.

How could she have been so foolish as to let this happen? I guess that means she'll have to keep you on an even tighter leash, for now.

It's all for your protection, of course! No-one should treat you so awfully and lie about your best friend ever again...

'I'm sorry for this, love, but you understand how it is. After all we've been through, you shouldn't just go ignoring me for so long.'

— The Worshipper

At first, it takes a while for him to notice you're trying to give him the silent treatment. It's normal for him to not talk to you for a few days, and just watch from the shadows. He understands that you're a busy person...

It's when he actually makes an attempt at talking to you, and isn't met with the usual chipper response, his world immediately falls apart.

The Worshipper never thought he'd experience heartbreak this catastrophic— all he can think of to justify you not talking to him is that he's being punished by some higher force.

You're his everything, and now you're being taken away from his watchful eye. It's as if his life is crumbling around him.

All those times he told you he loved you, over and over and over, and like his anxieties told him, it was not enough to keep you.

(In reality, you just needed a short break from his advances, but your lack of clarification made him immediately assume that you never wanted to see him again.)

So he makes himself scarce— if his darling doesn't want to see him, he simply won't be seen! Whether that means confining himself to complete solitude, or keeping an even further distance and keeping himself from looking directly at you.

The only way to get him to stop avoiding you is to seek him out, and have a long talk about it all.

The majority of his side will be apologies, and asking how he can repent for acting so overzealous with you— but it's a conversation nonetheless.

— The Queen Bee

• The Queen Bee's starting to regret letting you into her friend group— sure, it may have been an efficient way of raising your status, but now you have people to talk to when you're avoiding her!

'That's just not right at all,' Anya thinks, 'I'm flawless! Even if I slipped up on something, I always make sure to make it charming...'

Above all else, the silent treatment makes her frustrated. Nobody's ever been able to keep it up for long, not her parents, not her friends, nobody! So why were you heing so difficult?

There's no way she'll let her plan be derailed by you not talking to her, she'll try her hardest to find other ways to communicate and make out that the two of you are still together.

Your phone gets blown up on your social media one morning, only for it to be something a little concerning. You knew Anya was rather manipulative when she wanted to be, but this was next level...

People throughout the school had found your personal account and were messaging you with flurries of questions— you didn't even know half these people by name!

What she had orchestrated was a rumour that you had cheated on her, and that's why you were acting strange— but always playing the angel, Anya 'forgave you' for it and you're still in a relationship.

The both of you knew it was completely false, but it was either swallow your pride and talk to her again as if everything was normal, or deal with harassment from all the people who were already jealous of your unearned idol-like status.

The Queen Bee is terrifyingly smart sometimes, but her ecstatic smile when you speak to her again is genuine.

— The Fanclub

★ The moment you don't respond to a text from one of them it's panic— so you can imagine the chaos that ensues when you stop talking to BOTH of them.

You're meant to be! They're meant to be with you! What's gone wrong? What have they done?!

One awful group panic attack later Aurora's managed to get Fortuna in a more comfortable state, but she's not responding outside of nodding or shaking of her head.

Aurora gets angry, and Fortuna gets analytical— a bad combination for you, to say the least.

Borderline kidnappings were common, but Fortuna's got your schedule down to a T, so it's not at all difficult for them to actually stage a full abduction this time.

Aurora has you tied up tight while the other waits patiently in another room, trusting her partner to take care of the situation.

'Why are you doing this to us?' She asks, straightforward with tears brimming in her eyes. She just wants answers.

After you explain that their most recent endeavours were a push a bit too far and made you uncomfortable, Aurora's violent demeanour dampens a bit. She's still a bit aggravated about it all, though; your silence did hurt her girlfriend as well as her.

'You've got to forgive us, you- you have to! You're going to eventually, one way or another so... Just do it, already!'

You can see they've gotten a bit desperate— maybe your silent treatment was a bit too harsh for them.

They were right though, you'd forgive them eventually.

— The Deity

∞ Nitai is already clingy as all hell, so he simply refuses to let you go until you aknowledge him again.

Whatever he did to annoy you, he knew he could make it better— if only you'd let him!

It occurs to him that it might not even be him annoying you. That it might be a build-up of several stresses, and his possessive nature was the breaking point.

If that's the case then... He has to get rid of all those little stresses, so you can go back to focusing all your energy on him!

He's never felt so anxious about anything before, so until you start praising him again he needs an outlet... Murder is an outlet of sorts, yes?

He'll return to your home in the middle of the night, blood soaking his favourite comfy shirt, and cozy up to your sleeping body in some sort of messed-up ritual dedicated to you.

He'll be gone by the time you wake up.

The Deity's main form of coping will come in reminding you of his power— he'll shower you in gifts until you can't ignore him at all!

He can't lose his angel to such a petty disagreement, he refuses.

'My beloved, please, you know how much I need your sweet voice to soothe me. Don't be selfish, now...'

— The Anomaly

As per the agreement, you have to spend time with them. This makes things even more awkward.

The Anomaly does not show empathy to anyone but you, his assignment, so they don't understand why you're so upset over the latest incident.

The silent treatment won't effect them at all; Yvetan knows you don't have a choice but to stay at the facility with them.

As long as they can keep watch of you, and keep you away from the other creatures in the building, they're happy watching you in uncanny silence.

Hours upon hours spent in that room in quiet would drive any normal person mad, so Yvetan tries their best to entertain you, knowing that you won't respond.

'You know, human, it's rather nice having you in here so frequently. You are so much more fun to look after when you're not talking about your work— we should do this more often, yes?'

You'll likely end up more frustrated than they are, so the argument passes quickly.

— The Idol

## The Idol is a bit dense about these things, but picks up on your attitude immediately. You're not the first person to pull this on him.

Jamie being Jamie, he's still going to ignore your personal space and sidle up beside you any chance he gets; but now it's more out of hoping you'll talk to him again than embarrassing you.

Even if you scolded him, that would be good enough to relieve him.

As per usual, he'll abuse his power so that you're not allowed out of whatever filming location you're at. That way you're stuck with him, no matter how you act.

He knows he did something to cause this but... He does a lot of stuff you take issue with, so The Idol isn't sure which one he should apologise for— or if he should even be apologising at all.

'Babyyyyy....' He whines, resting his head on your shoulder, 'What was it this time? C'mon, pleeeaaase?'

You being unable to leave Jamison's vicinity makes it difficult to fully ignore him, but you can at least keep up not talking to him as much.

You're legally his assistant, so he uses that to his advantage as well, making you escort him short distances just to keep touching you and asking you questions.

'What's up next? Oh, a dress rehearsal? You don't mind helping me get dressed again, do you? You know how difficult all those little pieces are...'

It doesn't bother him too much, but he does miss the sound of your voice, and what he hates most is the little noises you make when frustrated or embarrassed by him.

If you keep it up for long enough (more than two days, really) he might get annoyed and be a bit more forceful.

'What's your problem, out with it.' He speaks, pinning your wrists to the walls of his dressing room. 'Was it when I fired that guy for talking to you? You know that was just cause he's a creepy old dude, right? No? Was it the time when I-'

He's trying his best to figure out what caused your silence, but he just ends up digging himself a deeper hole by listing all his crimes against you.

When you do start talking to him again, he acts like it's no big deal, but the days afterwards are filled with him drawing out all of his conversations with you and near-constant toying with you.

[heartfullofleeches]

Love seeing a murderer r monster reader with Travis, but the idea of a victim needing his services is also a little funny. They are crying and shaking, telling how they were chased by the murderer in their house and somehow managed to survive(final girl style) or how they can assure the cops that there was a paranormal entity inside their house just some minutes ago. They get on their knees and grip Travis's arms, he believed them, right? He has to!! Why would you lie about your friend's death!?

Of course he believes you. Who wouldn't believe someone with that much fear in those pretty eyes. You thank him, his heart doing a cartwheel in his chest. He assures you your friend with get justice; holding your hand tight in reassurance. For the mean time, did you need anything else? Someone to talk to? A place to stay, perhaps?