#yandere oc

[lovehazard]

Oh my God mom look I'm on TV!

[hyacinth-in-a-haze]

One of the lucky ones- Yandere Concubine x Fem reader

Contains- abuse, physical violence, obsessive and possessive behaviour,blood, disfigurement, power imbalance

“Hurry up, will you? Need I remind you how it looks if a member of my retinue falls behind everyone else?” He raises a manicured brow as he gestures for you to walk at his side.

“My apologies your imperial highness,” you scurry up next to your lord, carefully holding the parasol above him, it is heavy and your hands buckle slightly from carrying it above him the entire hour he's been outdoors wandering the imperial gardens. The most favoured and spoilt concubine to the emperor, he chose you, lifting you up from a nameless serving girl scrubbing floors in his pavilion, to his primary attendant and companion. The only servant privileged enough to stand beside him rather than behind him, you're lucky. You remind yourself of that as much as you can, you're lucky to have been only just sold to the palace as a servant instead of anywhere else they send plain faced village girls too. You're lucky that he spotted you and found your stammering provincial dialect entertaining, lucky that you get dressed in his offcuts and old fabrics, fobbing off his gifts from the emperor onto you to the point where minor servants speak to you with respect because everyone can see you hold the most treasured concubines ear. Even if you're too skittish to ever mumble in it.

“Leave that for one of the others to carry,” The parasol is immediately taken from you by one of the guards, with your arms suddenly free he wraps his arm around yours, resting it in the crook of your elbow. He is beautiful, unfairly so, and he guards it fiercely. You alone know of the countless tonics and potions he applies to himself, the time he spends every night focused on himself before the emperor arrives. He allows you to sit in with him as he conducts his rituals, smearing some mask over his face, noticing your stares he put some on your skin too. And you were too shy to even wonder if this was just him making fun of you. He lets you brush his hair, long and thick down to his thighs you spend extra time to care for it. Raking your hands through his locks as your mother once did for you. Your own hair is nothing special, stubborn to grow long when cut but he will let you keep the last dregs in the hair oil bottles for yourself. It's nice, these little tastes of luxury he shares without asking anything of you in return. His beauty is his currency and you've seen the bruises that can litter his body for night after the emperor has him, the slight limp as he walks. And you say nothing because you know what it's like to serve a master who's violence comes to him quickly. So you just help your lord into fresh clothes, rub balm into his marks. When he pulls you tight against his chest as though he would stop breathing if he let go of you, you just stay still and let it happen.

Some nights when he does not need to deal with the emperor's attention he will request that you sleep by his side. At first you prepared to sleep on the floor beside his bed until he rolled his eyes, flicked you on the forehead and simply pulled you beside him. But now it's become just another part of your routine, most of the night is spent helping him with his. You watch wide eyed as he uses ingredients that could cause years of your salary as though it is worthless. He dismisses everyone else until it's only you two in the warm lamplight and the sheer silk sleeping robes he's bestowed on you, with the excuse that as his personal attendant your presentation reflects him. You don't really know if that matters in private, when his head is resting on your lap and you scratch his scalp with a tenderness he's never been shown before.

The reverie is shattered with the entrance of the emperor. You have never seen your Lord's face move so quickly from panic to that stone mask of seduction he wears publicly. Nor had you ever been so close to the emperor before for him to even acknowledge your existence but it seems like tonight your luck must be about to run out. You scramble into a bow as the concubine lifts himself leisurely from the ground, heartbeat so loud you do not even realise you're being addressed until you're ordered to lift your head up. When you move too slow for his liking the emperor's hand reaches out and grabs you painfully by the chin to lift you. There are cracks in your lord's mask as he has no options but to watch, a flare in his nostrils, a set in his jaw. The emperor tilts your face any which way like buying a horse at a market as he makes comments about your appearance. Most of which you've heard before, plain faced and provincial, but he continues that you have that look of a fresh faced country innocence one that can so easily be shattered.

“Come, why would you bore yourself with her when I am the one you came for? Not my silly little maid.” the concubine practically throws himself at the emperor to distract his attentions from you. The moment you are released from his grip you scurry from the bedchambers, into the safety of the outside. There you wait until you can see the emperor leave, and you wait a bit longer just in case, before entering the chamber with warm damp cloths to silently clean his skin.

Afterwards your lord looks down on you, he is in a state of disarray, hair tousled, lips swollen, robe practically open. “I need to do something about you.” He mutters as though you aren't even in front of him. “I can't have that incident repeating, now that he has seen you, I don't have the luxury of waiting for him to forget you.” he sighs angrily, running a hand through his hair to get it out the way.

“My lord?” You ask softly trying to break him out from this state, but all it seems to do is remind him that you're here. He pounces on you like a tiger, pinning you underneath him. A hand fisting tight in your hair.

“I should ruin you,” he mutters darkly “it would be for your own good if I did so, to protect you from his advances you don't realise what he's about to do to you until his free hand is held aloft before you, a glint of silver in the low light in the room. He pulls your hair sharply when you begin to writhe and scream, the pain from your head being jerked about silences your sobs to whimpers as he leans over your ears. “I am doing what's best, don't you understand? I can handle his attentions,” he practically spits the word out as the dagger hovers precariously above you, “but you, you would collapse and crumble if he took you. This is the only way I can protect you, my sweet.” his eyes gone dark from mania as his hands shake “if I do this, not only will I mar your face but he will not know just how much love I have for you if I am willing to disfigure you. He will only think I'm jealous.”

“Please.” You whimper and tremble in his grip begging for mercy, but you don't realise that to him- this is a mercy. A shield from everyone who could think to harm you, he may not have the power yet to protect you but until then he will use what he has. You never realised that all the tenderness you offered to such a beautiful creature would make it turn its claws on you.

The pain is blinding for a moment as he drags the blade across your cheek. Holding your head tight and pinning you underneath his weight while you try to buck underneath him. It sears and burns brightly once the blade is removed and the dampness dripps across your face, staining the sheets and both yours and his robes. You try to open your mouth to scream or to howl but his mouth is on yours in a moment, to swallow up any sounds you make. Every slight moment only seems to open the wound more but he presses onto you as though he could devour you whole, pulling back with a flush on his bruised face and pure tenderness in his eyes he cups your bloody face, dabbing at your wound until the blood flow slows.“You're still so perfect,” he whispers softly “this was for the best please, you'll understand that in time.”

And perhaps he was right, in time you're left with an ugly scar torn across your left cheek, where you can't even smile without the skin puckering. With no one wanting to meet your face and the rumours spreading that he did this in jealousy that you could steal the emperor's affection from him. You're the only one who knows at night where he pours over secret plans to steal the throne out from underneath him, and he will kiss your puckered skin tenderly like you're the most perfect thing he's ever seen. Mumbling promises of how this was worth it now you're safe. You've long since stopped lying to yourself about how lucky you are to be here.

[blood-smiles]

Briar uhhhhh…uuuHhhHhh

let’s hope tumblr doesn’t get mad at me :3 uhm it looks cute if you don’t flip it, I did in fact laze off a bit whoops!! I swear I stared at boobs for HOURS trying to figure out how to draw briar properly. Oh well?

[miange1]

NASTY DANCER, DANCER FOR MONEY🥞♪

owners dish. . .🫔: crushing client x male stripper reader

ingredients include. . .🥨: money wasting, club 'owning', mentioned that some dancers were trafficked, revealing clothing, feminization(with clothes), fake names(readers is angel), bondage, lap dances, grinding, oral fixation, toxic behavior, blow jobs

owners note. . .🥮: i never proofread. i LOVE my theme. tumblr getting on my nerves tho

crushing client, who was drawn to you the moment he entered that club. angel, was your name. such a beautiful name it was, suited those angelic gestures of yours. you weren't even serving him when he fell in love, one of your arms up and bent as you were carrying a tray to a booth. your hips swayed, them lil' shorts showing the bottom curve of your ass, and the front unbuttoned to show the neon color of your thong.

crushing client, didn't want to become one of those unemployed regulars who came and wasted their money till his debit, credit, and bank account all ran out. but he had that good money, he'd be alright to spend it all on that ass o' yours. but you'd be all snobby sometimes, understandable because you didn't know the man. but he was persistent. "aye, aye, don't walk away." he shook his head, pulling you back by the string of your thong almost making you stumble. "c'mon..promise i won't do much. just want you here." you felt him tuck some money into your shorts. fine. you'd stay.

crushing client, always asked for you and only you or else he wouldn't leave. "i have other people to serve— you can't just stay in here all night." but he could, and he would, and he did. you'd make it seem annoying, act all cute and slick. but you liked it, liked the attention this man gave you because no one gave it to you like he did. fuck, he paid your bills. "ain't nobody here own you like i do. not even the greasy gringo who own this joint."

crushing client, who would now have you in his lap at all times. whether he was drinking, eating, or even gambling. you were right there as his lucky charms. your body arched to show more of the curve of your ass and hips. half of the time for his pleasure you'd wear whatever he'd want you to wear. his favorite was dressing you in women's clothes. tight and frilly lace clothing against the softness of your skin. it felt even better when you'd grind yourself onto him. you were wearing his money, show some gratitude.

crushing client, who got real jealous. would have some girl in his lap he wasn't even paying attention to, only to glare at you while you'd dance on someone else like they mattered. they didn't matter, he mattered, you were supposed to be for him. and god, it was the best theme of the club(gypsy) and he wasn't the first to experience that dance. he was losing his mind.

crushing client, who knew sex wasn't allowed within the club with the dancers and servers. for safety reasons, but fuck that noise. his head would lean back against the wall of the backroom, your warm mouth slobbering all over his long and thick cock— obscene slurping noises echoed through his ear drums. your hands were blind behind you by his belt, the leather digging into your delicate skin and creating indents. "fuck..yeah.." a groan passed out of his throat, pure pleasure all from you giving head with no damn hands— you were real good. he would cum all in that mouth, your salvia and his cum mixing and dripping onto your chin.

crushing client, was aware it wasn't official. was aware he couldn't really date you like that just yet, this shitty fucked up club had rules. but no one else got those sneaky little waves, those winks, them soft giggles in his ear, light touches that made his skin ignite. you didn't smile with others like you did with him, didn't even want to be with them like you wanted to be with him. he was for you, hated how he seemed like some teenager having a crush but you were just so perfect. too perfect.

[ichigosan]

Emile's hair getting brushed aside to accidentally reveal his scar to his darling, but instead of being disturbed or suspicious, his darling just smiles or even kisses it... am I cooking?

He doesn't make such mistakes, but he might not have seen your hand once….

Let's imagine a situation where he makes a miscalculation. He will be very unhappy, but if you will be so kind, he will let you touch his face, which he usually does not like. The main thing is that you don't know the mercenary's face personally….

Bonus (❁´◡`❁) Kiss them * ←

He's going to go crazy from such a surprise.

[youryanderedaddy]

Tw: manipulation, jealousy, hinted kidnapping/captivity

I know we all love a bad boy, a power-hungry CEO or just a crazed asshole, but what about the good guys? There is something about a good man who abandons all his principles for you, and because of you…

He’s always been good, stable, balanced.

He has a nice cushy job in an office, with a comfortable salary that allows him to live a relatively pleasant lifestyle, he lacks nothing. He comes from a good family, he keeps contact with them and brings his mom a fresh newspaper on the weekend - sends money to his younger sister for her birthday. Helps his sweet older neighbor carry her groceries on his way from work. Stops on red light. Rinse and repeat, and he’s good to you - at least initially.

It starts small - so small and insignificant you have no reason to ask questions.

“Did you get a new haircut, baby? You look stunning.” Gavin smiles as he sneaks behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, inhaling your sweet perfume with a subtle kiss down your neck. “And just before your first day, too. If I was a jealous man, I’d think you’re trying to impress your new coworkers.” He turns you around playfully, pushing you into kitchen board with one steady hand.

You giggle then, kissing him softly - then firmly, with your whole body. It sounds funny, harmless, flirty; it gets you hot and bothered. Then it builds up.

“I must be the most patient boyfriend in the world - having to share such a treasure with the outside world.” he murmurs to himself, stroking your naked shoulder. You’re lying down across his lap, blissfully melting against his form somewhere between dreaming and awake. He’s stroking your hair gently, massaging your sore muscles. “Lucky bastards, getting to see you in that tight little pencil skirt. Fuck, maybe I am a bit jealous.” You can feel his grin against your hot skin, and you simply purr in response to his jab.

“There’s no one else, baby.” you yawn, sinking further into the pillow. “Now stop talking and come snuggle.”

And then it starts to unravel little by little. It’s always little jokes here and there, prodding gently, always smiling, always just “raising concerns” - being a good boyfriend, being considerate of your safety, of your happiness, of the level of professionalism being maintained at your workplace. Your skirt is now too short - is it even appropriate to wear it outside? You text your coworkers too often - they are really asking too much of you, reminding you of work during your off hours.

You smile too much, too brightly, you brush hands with the waiter too invitingly - it can be dangerous to be so outwardly friendly towards strangers, he tells you. You never know what’s going on in other people, in other men’s heads, so why not try to be a bit more reserved? To save some affection for him and him only?

And before you know it, you’re in too deep to speak up.

“They are sending you to Haramley?” Gavin snarls, lips pursed into a tight thin line. Lately he seems to be on edge - stiff shoulders and restless brown eyes fixed on you as if indefinitely, huffing and puffing and sulking when things don’t go his way. He’s not smiling anymore, he’s not being playful - that much you can tell from this furrowed brows and his hands crossed together. And when he reaches from your hand, he’s no longer holding, but squeezing. Possessing.

“Just for three days.” You hush to explain, biting your lower lip. You don’t remember the last time you two had a conversation not turn into a scandal, followed by concerningly hot, yet frustrating make-up sex. “And it’s only two hours away. C’mon, Gav, think about it-

“Don’t Gav me.” he cuts you off, pulling you in closer. You can feel his eyes tremble as they move up and down your body, little flames of anger dancing in the once clear irises. You try to pull your hand away as you have done many times in the past, but now he simply doesn’t move, doesn’t even budge. “We talked about this already. You said you’d quit your job and stay home for a while. And now you want to leave me for half a week and go off to the mountains with who knows who?”

His free fist is clenched, he’s wired up like a peacock ready to attack, proud and full of himself. You want to bite back, but decide to be rational about this, too tired of fighting. Worn-down.

“Don’t be like this. You know this job is important to me-“

“More important than me?” Your boyfriend interrupts you again, his grip on your wrist tightening ever so slightly. “Just be honest, who exactly are you fucking, huh?” His eyes darken. “Must be Tyler. He’s always sending you those stupid little jokes.” He shakes you like the wind. “Does he make you laugh, hm? Or is Josh, that fucking meathead from Accounting? Is it all of them at once, or do they take turns-

You twist your arm out of his grasp, and you palm lands on his cheek with a loud smack that echoes through the ceiling. His face turns hot - his words fall flat, mouth agape as you storm off to your room and lock yourself in for the night.

In the morning you can’t find the keys to your car. When you finally catch a glimpse of them (somehow they are back in your purse), you don’t feel like going anymore. You call your boss and make another excuse as to why you can’t be there. At this point he’s hardly surprised.

And then they never see you again.

[hana-no-seiiki]

inspired by that one scene in No Game No Life

Non-human/Angel! reader betting with one of the yan!batboys. Confident that they’ll win. I mean c’mon they literally had the power of magic at their side.

The prize? They (the boys) get to touch an erogenous zone of yours.

What could possibly go wrong?

You severely underestimated the will of a man starved.

Let’s say it’s Tim who ends up winning, partly cause he was teetering on the edge of cheating.

The boys full expected you to take off your shirt. Maybe even your pants/skirt.

What they didn’t expect was for you to turn your back to him and for wings to sprout out of nowhere.

“Be gentle.” You say.

Tim, ever the expert in hentai games(don’t ask), doesn’t even miss a beat and starts aggressively stroking your wings.

Dick is also as equally curious and is already stretching/prepping for the next bet.

Jason who’s just baffled. Yet intrigued at the same time. Although he thinks Tim is being a bit too much considering you just asked him to be gentle.

Damian who’s a mix of both. Also already prepping for the next bet. Surprised and mad that he lost to Tim of all people. And claims that he can probably pleasure you better than whatever Tim was doing to your wings.

Bruce who’s taken note and prolly has a long list now of all your weaknesses.

Good luck reader-

[pyrodolls]

imagine all the yandere monsters in your village obsessed with you, the only human

naturally, you are seen as the monarch of the village. the only thing every creature can agree on, is that they love and respect you. even though you're not really interested in any of them.

THE WEREWOLF is the most aggressive of the creatures within the village. he’s the one that everyone fears. he isn’t the strongest, but he’s the one that never backs down from a fight. he’s the one that would shed anyone’s blood in your name without hesitation. he’s the one that doesn’t even try to hide the disgusted look in his eyes that flashes every time you lend someone else your kindness and attention. he always fantasizes about ripping them to shreds and carrying you away to safety.

he's boastful, and loud. he constantly challenges others to fights-- especially in front of you. he thinks you'll be impressed by his strength, and the more he shows off and wins fights, he'll also win your heart. he'd rip some poor nymph to shreds and hold the heart up to you, hoping you'll be proud of him and spare at least a glance his way. maybe even say he did a good job or perhaps tell him that he's oh so strong and courageous.

if only you treated him as more than a lapdog. if only you looked at him with the same adoration that he looks at you with. he’ll glare at everyone but you. he’ll ignore and growl at everyone he sees, because they're not you.

his infatuation with you is more than a respect for your royalty. deep down, he yearns to be by your side. he doesn’t need the power that you have, just as long as he’s the one with you. as long as he’s the only one that can stay with you and protect you from harm. he’ll stand at your guard for hours if you requested him to do so. he’ll happily accept your request with a rare sway to his tail.

he needs to be your guard. he needs to make sure you’re safe at all times or else he will deem himself worthless. with his sharp teeth, long claws and piercing stare, almost anyone would be frightened by the giant, aggressive werewolf at your side.

but no matter how rough and tough he acts; he’ll always crumble the second your hand raises up to his head to scratch or pat him on the head.

THE HARPY is the one that lusts after you the most. she's raunchy, easygoing, and mischievous. plus, of all the creatures, the harpy is the bluntest. she’ll gleefully and casually mention to you all of her wicked fantasies. every morning, she flies around trying to find you, and once she does, she goes on and on about the things she’s imagined you two doing. the other creatures are far more ashamed of their urges, thinking that they’re dirtying your image as their monarch. but the harpy? she doesn’t give a flying fuck if you’re the ruler or a peasant. she’s imagined your body in thousands of ways, none of them have to do with your status.

even though you have always rejected her advances, she’s always going to keep trying. she’s convinced that you’re just shy and in denial of your feelings. she’s convinced that you’re destined to be hers. she started doing outlandish things to catch your attention and get you out of your shell. she started physically touching you more, such as kissing your cheek and laying on your lap. she thinks you're in love with her, no matter how many times you blatantly tell her that you're not interested.

she revels in the other creatures’ jealousy and hatred of her. she knows the others only think of her as a dirty harlot, ruining the valiant image of their ruler. but she couldn't care less about what others think. she barely even cares what you think. she knows what she wants, and nobody will stop her from getting it. not even you.

THE FAIRY is the most envious of them all. fairies are known for being small and weak. he knew you weren't going to like him. that's why he desperately tried to get your approval the moment he met you. he always leaves you small gifts and watches from afar as you collect them, hoping that it'll be something that you enjoy. he knows that pixies are generally the ones that leave small gifts, but he had to find some way to gain your favor. he's only 6 inches tall and could easily be stomped on by the other creatures. so that means he isn't strong, or incredibly intelligent, or immortal. he has nothing going for him compared to the others, so all he can do is be as kind as possible to you.

deep down, he's aware that he doesn't stand a chance. but he keeps trying. he knows he loves you more than any of the other creatures can say. he would be kind to you. he would follow your every command. he would do whatever you want him to do. he just wants you. it doesn't matter how you treat him or what you do to him. sure, if you hurt him, he won't be very happy about it, but he'll still be grateful that you even looked his way and gave him a chance.

he's usually very friendly and giving towards others, and especially to you, but behind closed doors, he's cruel towards those that you show love and affection to. he knows it's wrong. he knows you would probably be mad at him for his behavior. but he can't help it. everyone else is so much bigger and stronger than he is. deep down, he knows they could protect and take care of you better than he can. so, his inferiority complex shifts into anger that he takes out onto them. and if they happen to snitch on him, he'll just start fake crying. you'd comfort him and tell him everything's okay, because you trust him! he's the one that is so small, gentle, and always gifts you, so he'd never do anything wrong...

THE VAMPIRE has a strategy to winning you over. she's one of the eldest, most intelligent and calculated creatures in the village. over the course of the couple thousand years that she's been alive, she never had any romantic interest in anyone until she met you. you changed something in her. she's always been very formal, and polite, but you awoke something new in her. something... possessive and perhaps even controlling. after meeting you, she suddenly had the urge to take care of you. as she unfortunately cannot be in the sun, so she watches you from afar. follows you from a distance, making sure you are safe. she's ready to step in as soon as she needs to, in order to protect you.

she's more likely to take a friendlier, respectful approach compared to others. unlike the vulgar harpy, or the overly submissive fairy, she's more formal and respects your authority as their leader. every night, she walks around your house and if you happen to come out, she pretends she was "on her way home" and says that it "would be a lovely time to go for a walk" and you assume she was telling the truth.

the best part about having a plan such as hers, is that the other creatures have no idea that she's interested in you. they go to her for advice and try to ask for her help in courting you. they trust her, not knowing she'll ruin them once she knows their plans in wooing you. and they'll never know that it was her, because she's the beautiful older woman in the village that has never caused any problems! everyone loves her. and soon, you will too.

she's patient. everyone else is in such a rush to make you theirs immediately, but she knows you're worth waiting for. she knows that in the end, she'll come out on top, and you'll be hers. all she must do is wait.

THE ELF is one of the shyest. she's looked down upon in the village for being too timid and messy. with frizzy hair, pointy ears, and a dreadful fashion sense, she stays in her dingy little shack in the woods, crafting weapons and houseware to sell to the villagers. every month, she begrudgingly makes her visit to the village's market to display and sell her things, then go straight back home. she dreads seeing others, feeling safe only in the solitude of the quiet woods.

she always knew of a human monarch ruling over the land, but she didn't bother investigating for herself. she wanted to just make and sell her goods, then lurk in the outskirts of the village in peace. but one day, you just happened to be at her usual selling place.

she dropped all her items in a few baskets, standing by ready to give them away. that's when you approached, offering a generous sum of money to purchase items that were rumored to "be of high quality" from the other villagers. the second she saw you, her heart almost stopped. she knew the monarch was supposed to be beautiful, but she wasn't aware you were going to look that good. she quickly and awkwardly wrapped the items in leaves, handing them to you and feeling her heart skip a beat when your fingers brushed against hers. she thanked you, bowing her head so you wouldn't see how red her pale skin became. you simply walked away without saying anything else.

she replayed that moment over and over again in her head on her journey back home. should she have said something else? should she have refused your money or given you more items? should she have wrapped your items in something fancier than random leaves she picked from the forest? god, you probably think she's a loser now. you probably dislike her just as much as everyone else does. she maybe even offended you, because she didn't recognize you at first.

she spent that whole night rethinking her entire life choices. and the night after that. and the night after that. and that whole week. and the next week. then the next. until it was time to sell her things again. this time, she would be prepared for your arrival.

she spent that month lurking around the village, overhearing the things people said about you. she never knew there was so much competition to win your heart! she'd definitely have to study your interests to win you over.

every day, she peeked into your castle and carefully inspected your bedroom. she studied your clothes, hair, accessories, decorations, and more. she took note of it all, storing it in her memory to use later in order to impress you and show that she would be the best candidate for your affections.

when the day came for her to publicly return to the village, she made sure her hair was nicely put together, instead of the usual frizzy look. she made sure her clothes weren't so tattered and dirty, and she was wearing your favorite color. she made sure her goods were clean and wrapped nicely in cloth that she sewed herself, based on the designs on your castle's carpet.

she waited and waited. the usual customers came by, surprised that she seemed more put together-- but she didn't spare them a single glance. she was just looking for you. where were you? did you not like her goods? or maybe her initial thoughts were correct: her first impression was so terrible that you hate her, and you'll never see her again.

it was late at night, way past her curfew. she was packing her things ready to return home and cry herself to sleep after you didn't show up. until she finally spotted you in the distance, walking next to the vampire lady.

she felt her face go red in embarrassment. what was she even thinking? of course you're into someone else. she spent an entire month obsessing over you to the point where she mended her appearance to impress you and maybe get you to spend more time with her. but it was all for naught, wasn't it?

but maybe... she can keep trying. she put in so much effort. she tried so hard to EARN your approval, instead of trying to seduce you like that old ass vampire. she's never felt this way for anyone before. she hates everyone else. she hates talking to people, spending time with people. they've never liked her anyway. but you didn't hate her. you just purchased her goods with an incredible amount of money and never insulted her or raised a single finger on her. she'll never forget that. she'll always be grateful for that. in return, she'll make herself better for you. she'll change, and you'll be nice to her again... maybe even love her just as much as she loves you... right?

THE MERMAN is one of the cutest, yet the most codependent and manipulative of them all. he's just a defenseless merman; he can't go on land! you'll have to visit him every day and talk to him, or else he'll go mad. you can't leave him alone for a single day, because he has no other friends. that would be so rude of you.

every day, he sits and waits for you, posing prettily on the biggest rock on the beach. if anyone were to flirt or try to talk to him, he'd usually roll his eyes and swim away. he has a bit of a reputation for being the most handsome creature out of everyone else in the village. but no matter how many villagers attempt to charm him, none of them have ever caught his eye. in fact, they often leave the beach crying in despair after he rejects them with no remorse or kindness. he'll insult them and bluntly tell them he would never be interested in them.

because you're the only one he wants.

he sees your riches. your beauty. your power and intelligence. he's attracted to all of it. he fantasizes every day about being with you. he knows that you're human and you can't be with him all day, but he can't bare being away from you for so long! he's tried multiple times to crawl on land, but he just can't do it without fainting and being carried back to the sea by one of his fellow merfolk.

he begs you to spend as much time as you can with him. he is overjoyed the moment he sees you walking towards his spot at the beach. he starts squealing and splashing around, doing a few tricks to impress you. he immediately starts bombarding you with questions, asking how you are and what you're doing later, subtly wrapping his tail around your arm so you can't walk away. he talks to you nonstop, trying to make you stay. he knows you are royalty, and you have your duties, but they can't be more important than him.

every time you even hint at leaving, he starts getting emotional. what do you mean you're leaving soon? don't you know what you mean to him? you know you're his only connection to the outside world and the land. you're one of his only friends. you can't just leave him. don't you know how much he cares about you? don't you know how many people he's rejected for you? don't you know how many hours he spent combing through his hair with a fork he found lying washed up on the sand? don't you know how many hours he spent trying to polish his scales, making them shinier to catch your eye? he tried so hard to look all pretty for you, and now you're just going to leave?

wait, you'll come back tomorrow? oh, okay. well, why didn't you just say that sooner? just don't keep him waiting too long. even though you're leaving, he'll stay lying on his rock, staring at your castle with a longing look in his teary eyes, waiting for your return.

[mysticalcrowntyrant]

Alright, who is ready for a yandere dating sim?!?🫵🫵

The demo for Silver in the Window drops once I finish drawing the sprites! (And if you're wondering—yes, I am making two full games at the same time. I’m happy but stressed 💔)

Yall should lowkey play it when it comes out on itch 😗

[cherrysup]

Dear Sweetheart (i) - yandere male oc x reader

𖡼 summary. he sits behind you in art class and never says a word. but somehow, he knows everything about you- your favorite color, your class schedule, and even who you spoke to last night. is he someone connected to the mysterious love notes you've been receiving?

𖡼 tw. fem! reader, stalking/obsessive behavior, yandere themes, gaslighting, emotional manipulation, mild psychological horror, unreliable narrator, isolation, paranoia, boundary crossing, art as an obsession, and potential implied violence in later chapters. read responsibly!

𖡼 w/c. 2.3k+ (will increase as the chapters continue)

𖡼 authors note. this is my first fanfic in like seven years... so if anyone sees this... please provide feedback!

You smiled at me first.

This was the second time you had to change dorm rooms because of the mysterious and strange notes that randomly appeared taped on the inside of your door.

At first, they were sweet, talking about how nice you smelled or how pretty you looked with the new shirt you had just bought. You thought nothing of it; why would you? Some poor boy or girl was too shy to come up to you and say those things in person, so they slipped little notes under your door. You actually started to look forward to the daily notes; they made your day, and being complimented so much was nice for your ego. They were always deposited under your dorm room door daily while you were away at class, so it was practically impossible to find the person responsible for them, but you yearned to meet them. The ends of the sticky notes ended with “To my sweetheart” or any other cheesy nickname, but without fail, each was signed off with “Love, P.”

Although you didn’t personally know any “P”s, that didn’t stop you from trying to find them. You had forced your friends to accompany you while you walked up to every person whose name started with a P just to see how they would react to you saying hello. Your admirer would undoubtedly react by fumbling over their words or blushing, which you could piece together from their notes explaining how shy they are in front of you. Still, in the end, you had no luck; not a single person reacted the way you needed them to, causing you to lose slight hope in finding this person; perhaps they didn’t even exist.

After three weeks of frequent notes, they became much more obsessive, disproving your theory that the notes were somehow a joke. Coincidentally, this happened at the same time you started talking to the cute guy who sat next to you in your elective art class. Initially, the notes were slid under your dorm door, but then they started being taped on the inside of the door. You had laughed off the first three notes, thinking your roommate had put them there and played a joke on you.

The notes had changed from sweet poems of adoration like “You’re so beautiful. I feel so fortunate to be able to glance at you, if only I had the courage to approach you” to meaner and slightly unhinged ones like “I don’t understand why you hang around him. We both know you’re above his league. Are you doing this because you’re lonely? Don’t be pathetic.” There was such a drastic change in tone that you almost refused to believe it was the same person who had written such sweet things about you. However, after confirming four times with your dormmate that she wasn’t forging the notes and playing a prank on you, you knew it was the same writer from before.

It’s still unknown to you how they managed to get a copy of your dorm room key, but you weren’t keen on sticking around long enough to find out. On the day you found the seventh note taped on the inside of your door, you decided you weren’t going to be borderline harassed anymore. You took all twenty-one previous notes you had saved and the latest seven to your RA, requesting not only a lock change but also to be moved to a different dorm. Your request was processed fairly quickly; anyone who looked at the notes could see how necessary the move would be for not only your safety but also that of your roommate. 

To keep your new dorm room a secret, you were assigned a roommate and quickly moved into the first available room. You decided to keep your whereabouts a secret, only telling your closest friends. While you weren’t exactly a loner, you weren’t a social butterfly either, and you only had a small group of close friends. So, you were surprised to find another note on the floor of your new dorm room. This note was clearly slid under and not taped, indicating that your admirer didn’t have the key yet.

The note read, “My dearest, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to get mad at you. He just made me so angry. He was using you, and I’m so happy you’re ignoring him now. I love you. I won’t scare you anymore. Please don’t leave me again. P.S.: One of your friends let it slip where you live, haha, made my job easier. Watch out for them. Love, P.” This note was written in your favorite colored ink and had a small sticker of your favorite Sanrio character attached at the bottom. However, none of those details registered in your mind as you stared at the note in mild horror. How had they found your address again?

You hadn’t even finished unpacking yet, and they had already started sending notes again? You immediately left the room, note crumbling slightly under your grasp, and headed to your RA’s room for the second time in two weeks. The moment she opened the door and saw your expression, she let out a sigh and let you in. Next thing you knew, you were being moved yet again. This time, you wouldn’t make the mistake of telling all your friends. Only your closest and oldest friend, Tanvi, who had traveled with you to New York just to attend school together.

The two of you sat at the back of your art class, the professor nowhere to be seen and half the class still missing. Usually, your professor assigned seats to get the creative juices flowing, but due to your situation, he allowed you to choose seats. The only seats filled were yours and Tanvi’s, and the boy who sat by himself behind you. You didn’t have to worry about him much though; he spoke to no one and almost always had his headphones in, a blessing for you and Tanvi, allowing you to whisper as much as you pleased. As you turned around to gauge the area and make sure no one else was within earshot, you made eye contact with the boy who immediately began blushing when you flashed him a polite smile and turned back down to look at his sketchpad.

The boy was named Theodore, and he never spoke unless spoken to. He wore the same oversized black and white hoodie every day, sleeves tugged past his wrists, and strings chewed at the ends. You figured he just liked being cozy. But it was the way he held his pencil, tight like it could snap, and the fact that he was always sketching something that interested you. Tanvi had once dared to ask him what he was drawing. He blinked at her like he wasn’t sure she was real, then muttered something about “architecture” before flipping the page so fast you swore you saw something that looked like a face.

“I think he’s just shy,” Tanvi whispered now, nudging your elbow. “Or a vampire. You’ve seen his skin. Or both.” You chuckled softly, glancing over your shoulder again. This time, Theodore wasn’t looking away. He met your gaze and didn’t flinch. Just blinked once, twice, then smiled. It wasn’t a creepy smile. Not exactly. But it was a little too happy for someone who had never said more than five words to you. He turned back to his sketchpad. Your stomach churned, and you looked away just as quickly. 

Even though he had his headphones in, you lowered your voice anyway, just in case, before telling Tanvi anything she needed to know about the details of your move and the new note that had appeared the night before. You explained as much as you could with the limited time you had before your professor would unfortunately walk in to begin class.

An hour later, and little to no progress had been made on the project you had had a week to complete, you stood up, ready to put away all your untouched painting supplies. Tanvi, having already rushed out of class, claimed she needed to meet her girlfriend for lunch. Not that you had a problem cleaning up after the two of you; it gave you time to think before needing to go work on other classwork.

You cleaned in silence, the only other noise being the chatter of the other students as they did the same. Eventually, the only two people left in the classroom were you and Theodore, both without partners cleaning up after themselves, no doubt you’d take longer than any other pair. You found the silence pleasant; there was no need for either of you to speak, and even though you didn’t know him well, he had this sort of anxious energy that you felt comfortable in.

That was until a voice broke the silence. Normally, that would have been completely normal, except the voice came from someone you were pretty sure only spoke when necessary.

Theodore had said your name, standing right behind you, his bag on his shoulder, and one earphone out of his ear. He waited until you turned around to give you possibly the shiest smile you had ever seen. The tips of his ears were burning as he waved goodbye and practically ran out of the art room.

You just stood there in complete silence, taken aback by the way he said your name. You let out a small “oh,” realizing you didn’t even get to wave back by how caught off guard you were. Shrugging, you moved to finish picking up. You’d just have to say hello next time your class met. 

You turned around to grab your bag from the ground when your eyes landed on Theodore’s sketchbook left on the table behind you. You couldn’t believe he had forgotten it; you’ve never seen him without it. With little thought, you grabbed it, knowing that another class would be coming in less than an hour. You might as well find him before someone else did.

After searching the school for about ten minutes, you rightfully gave up due to the tiredness from a morning class. You decided to head back to your new dorm and search for him again before your next class. You’d return his prized sketchbook to him then.

On the walk back to your dorm, you couldn’t help but feel curious about what might be hidden on the pages of the book. Theodore was always so cautious about who he was sketching, so it couldn’t possibly be all architecture, could it? Would it really hurt to take a small peek? On one hand, it was disrespectful, but… No one would know, and you could finally prove to Tanvi that he wasn’t a vampire.

Before you could even weigh the pros and cons, you bumped into the back of a man as you turned to the hallway leading to your new dorm. You dropped your phone and the sketchbook you were holding.

You immediately started apologizing and bent down to pick both objects up, only to be beat by whoever you had just bumped into. They grabbed the sketchbook before you could with such speed that you thought it was his.

Which… it was. When you looked up, the last person you would’ve expected to see was the owner of the sketchbook himself, Theodore, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. “Oh my god,” he says as he practically whispers your name, holding the sketchbook tightly in his hand. “You… You found it. I… Thank you so much. I didn’t… even realize I forgot it.” The statement was strange; how could he forget something he never let go of?

“Yeah, no problem, Theodore. I noticed you left it behind and wanted to return it. I didn’t expect to see you here.” After the surprise wears off, a small laugh escapes you, “I couldn’t find you. Do you… live around here? Or?” There was no reason to suspect him, but your gut instinct made you ask for more information.

“Um… I… N..No. No.. I don’t. I just was visiting my friend. He lives down this hallway.” Theodore explains, fumbling over his words. “Thank you. You’re so… so sweet. I don’t… know what I would have done if I had lost this. You didn’t… you didn’t look… did you?”

This is the second time he’s caught you off guard in the last few seconds. You should have expected the question, “Um. No. I didn’t want to… invade your privacy. I was just holding on to it for you.” You correct, trying to ease his nerves. His audible sigh confirms that it works. “Good. Well. Goodbye. Thank you. I really should get going. I have… class. Have a nice day. I… I… Bye.” Theodore scurries away once more, and you can only wave.

He’s a strange boy. Perhaps Tanvi is right. He might be a vampire. You’ve never seen someone so pale and act so skittish around everyone. You hope she’s wrong. You don’t want to lose the five dollars you bet against it.

Shrugging, you decide you’ve spent too much time standing by yourself in the middle of the hallway and make your way to your dorm. You need to start unpacking anyway. With one last look at the direction Theodore disappeared down, you walk towards your room, ignoring what might have been a tuft of black hair hiding behind a corner wall.

Finally, you returned to your freshly reassigned dorm room, number 3F in the far corner of a hallway, hidden and secure. You hesitated before inserting the key, half-expecting to find another cute sticky note waiting for you. Luckily, there wasn’t one. Was it weird you felt a slight tug of disappointment at the fact? 

But your desk lamp was on. It was one of the few things you had unpacked. You didn’t remember plugging it in, but who else would turn it on if not you? 

Staring at it wouldn’t solve anything, there was only one person who could’ve done it so there was no real use dwelling on the ‘what ifs’. Moving the lamp to the back of your mind, you continued to unpack unbeknownst to the truth. 

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[cloudedcreams]

[nsfw] thinking of an obsessive! ex with a darling who lets him hit one more time.

he presses a kiss against your lips, pushing his tongue inside as his hands wrap themselves around your waist. you can hear his muffled groans spilling into your lips as he passionately grinds himself against you, and when he pulls back the both of you are breathless, and it takes him only a moment before he lunges forward to place marks against your neck.

“y-your pussy’s fucking… perfect…” he trails off, desire leaking from his tone as he thrusts himself into you. though he can barely stop himself from seeing ecstasy he’s managing the strength to try and look you in the eyes, to scan your face over as he moans and to let the sight arouse him further.

“t-tell me that you love me. i-i wanna hear you say it, nghh, call out my fucking name and l-let me hear you lie to me.” he’s begging. his voice is shaking and he can barely force his words out but you can make out tears in his eyes as he pleads, both desperate and shameless.

and you don’t love him. you can barely find it in yourself to lie to him, to push his delusions and to think about later. to lie to him would only entangle yourself further in his mind, but it’s all he wants you to do.

he slows down, his cock throbbing inside you as he does. and he leans in towards you, his lips shaking as he presses them against your ear, to place a kiss upon them and whisper.

“i-i won’t go any faster if you don’t tell me, baby. lie to me. e-even if it’s not true, even though you hate me. lie to me because you know it feels good.” he’s saying.

he wants you to tell him you missed him, to tell him you’re glad you remembered the little things, to tell him you’re so fucking glad he’s still obsessed with you, because he knows that you’ll plague his thoughts until he dies.

[hyacinth-in-a-haze]

can we pleaseeeeeeeeee see more yandere cowboy?? :3

Of course you can Anon xxx

Yandere cowboy x fem reader

Contains- pregnant reader, possessive behaviour, he's an ass hole, childbirth,

True to his word he stayed close by, only leaving on jobs for a week at most. Taking honest work round locally to you, letting the townsfolk put a face to the name you claim as your husband. Wrapping an arm round your shoulders as you get congratulated by those who spot the soft three month old swell.

There was a set in the preacher's jaw when your cowboy decided to join you in church one Sunday, swapping out your warm bed for the pew. You never thought him a god fearing man, truth be told you'd think even the devil could fear him. But he sits cordially beside you until the service ends, before you leave the preacher stops you with a too familiar hand on your shoulder. Congratulating you for the celebratory news. You blush, embarrassed to realise that you must be showing for everyone to see now, unaware of the dirty looks both men offer the other. Both seeing the other for exactly what they are.

Once you're out of earshot he leans in low to your ear. “you must be some kind of fucking slow to not see the way that bastard looks at you. Where would you even be if you didn't have me to mind you?” you stumble forward before he grabs your arm to steady you. “You ain't going here again if he's gonna be starin’ at you like that, like you ain't even my lady, like i aint even standin’ right beside you.” he huffs, helping you onto the cart. But all you can think about is this is the first time he called you his.

“I can't not go, folk will talk and ask questions,” you tentatively say, trying to advocate for yourself without upsetting him more than he already is.

“Then I'll say you're too weak to handle it or something like that. You look like one hard wind will keel you over anyhow.” He grumbles as he hitches the horse on and drives the two of you to the homestead.

“You should hire some girl to come in and help you,” he says one night at dinner, you're practically six months gone now. Unable to do much round the home at all, and it ain't like he's even letting you do what you can manage. You drop your cutlery loudly on to the ground as the words leave his mouth. “ See what I mean, you can barely manage easy shit like this, you need someone to help.” He gets from his seat to grab your dropped fork and knife.

“I don't want anyone here.” you protest quietly as he groans in annoyance, dropping them with a crash on the table.

“Why are you so stubborn? I'm only thinking for your own benefit, you stupid thing.” He looms over you, in the dim light of the late afternoon all you can think about was how he was positioned exactly like this the first time he found you. How he was so fluid and quick to pin you down before you realised what was happening. How practiced was he in that? Were you the only one?

“How can I trust you round some other young girl!” you yell before freezing and throwing your hands over your face, waiting for the impending blow you're sure to receive. He's layed off you mainly since he found out, sticking to manhandling you to your room and fucking the respect back into you, or dealing a few swift smacks to your arms and face. But all you're met with is a flick to the forehead and his howls of laughter.

“Well ain't you a jealous little thing? What a surprise, tell me baby, were you all worked up thinking I'd abandon you for some other filly just cause you've gone like this?” He doesn't wait for a response, continuing to tease you as he laughs, “and if I did want to have some fun. Which I don't want with anyone but you. But if I did, I ain't such a bastard to find another girl in our home. Almost hurt you'd think that way of me, that I'm just a cad out to break hearts. I'd be a gentleman and go down to a whore house for that.” He catches your trembling and confuses your fear for heartbreak. “No no, sweet girl I was only joking there, no need to work yourself up over nothing, ‘sides I can't go in any of them buildings anyway. I owe money to a few folk who hang about waiting there and I ain't payin’ them back when I got better things for my coin to get to. Okay?”

You nod tearfully and relief floods his face, “there we go, good girl. Now fine, we won't hire a girl to come stay and help if that's what you really want, but at the very least we can find a washerwoman for our clothes and another one to come in and tidy about in the morning so you got less to do. I ain't budging on that.”

You catch him one early morning, slipping from your shared bed. “Where are you going?” You grip to your belly as you ask, nine months gone and fit to burst you can barely walk about but you stand in front of the bedroom door refusing to let him leave.

“Just for a bit Darlin’ please, go back to bed I'll be back before dinner tonight I promise.” He rubs a hand through his tousled hair as he tries to sweet talk you into moving past the door.

“No. You're not going tonight you swore you'd stay with me” you feel crazy the way you're standing up against him, begging for him to stay. But it's late and dark outside. With you any day from popping now you're too terrified to risk it while being caught alone

“And I meant it, why you acting like I'm abandoning you? I'm only going a few hours to take a quick job someone offered up. If I don't take it someone else will. Now let me go.” He grabs you by the arm ready to move you by force if he has to. You dig your feet into the ground to hold yourself down but it does very little when he pulls you along anyhow. “I'm doing this for our sakes woman, stop being so damn stubborn and move.” you stumble from how much effort he puts into pulling you out the way, falling back and hitting your head against the wall, sliding down to the floor.

“Shit baby” he stammers out trying to help you up. “I didn't mean to, you know this was an accident please?” he trails off as you both watch a puddle form underneath you. Your waters break slowly it feels like, as your skirt stains and the puddle stops. He grabs you up from the ground, apologies and jobs forgotten as he gets you into a fresh nightgown and in bed.

“Please don't go,” you cry out frantically as he ties his boots. “I don't know what I'm meant to do please, ” you try to climb out of bed but he shoots you a look so furious you freeze.

“I'm gonna get the midwife, and you ain't moving one fucking inch from that bed or I swear I'm trying you down.” His anger dampens as he gets up “I'll be quick I … just hold on until I'm back.” He leaves you with one final look before slamming the door. It would take him an hour at least to get to and back from town. What are you meant to do? You wish you paid attention to every unasked for piece of advice every other woman offered you, all you can remember is that it's gonna take hours and it's gonna hurt much worse getting out than it

did getting in.

You try to remember your Ma, a blurry face and soft hands. A memory of worried skirts shoeing you from her bedside, you were too young to be told anything then but you wish they did, so you'd know what to expect other than those overheard whispers and burnt bedsheets because no one could stomach washing them after that night.

How long has it been since he left your side until there's frantic footsteps to your door, relief painting your face that you stayed exactly where he left you. “Why are you crying? What's wrong? What happened?” He runs to your side grabbing you and looking over you frantically as the midwife follows behind him. Grumbling for him to leave the women to their work.

He stays outside the room until you begin hollering and howling from the pain. Barging in to stay beside you without any care for the midwife's annoyance. It hurts like nothing you ever felt before, tearing you into pieces and all you can think about if this is how your Ma felt before she stopped fighting.

“I'm scared,” you admit, crushing his hand in yours. “My Ma died when I was small in childbed. What if I go the same way-” he cuts you off before the sentence leaves your mouth.

“Don't you be sayin’ stupid shit like this now,” his voice is low and if you didn't see his face as he spoke you'd think he'd be threatening you instead of fearful for you. “You ain't leavin’ me without you.” he smells like the whisky he kept stashed underneath the stairs.

It's near daybreak when a sharp cry is heard on its own. This small wrinkled pink creature that you birthed almost makes the pain unforgettable. Wisps of light blonde hair across his bald head, they'll become like his fathers in time. You look to him as you feed his son.

“What do you want to call him?” Your own voice soft from screaming the entire night He pauses, unsure of himself for the first time you've ever known him.

“Well, I ain't got no one I'd want to name him after. You should pick.” He mumbles. Just staring down at his son. Suddenly you're aware of how much blood has stained his hands, not least of all yours. But you don't stop yourself from speaking.

“He's yours too, you get a say as much as I do. You don't got to name him after anyone.” you let him take the baby from your arms, rocking him delicately in his own strong one's.

“Poor little bastard to have me for a Pa, I never knew mine but I promise you, you're gonna know me.” Your cowboy looks up at you hesitantly “call him after your Pa or something. Don't want any of my bad blood to rub off on him.”

“We could call him after you?” He freezes as you speak, as though he never thought to consider that.

“My Ma used to call me Teddy when I was young. No one's called me that since I was bout knee high. Would you like that?”

You nod.

[rexhya]

yandere!prince who's 3 months way from becoming king, the citizens and palace have already begun preparing for his coronation.

yandere!prince whos more terrifying than his father, nobles bow before him like GOD, his dark violet eyes gleaming with power.

yandere!prince who's favorite word is obedience, so it's no surprise when you're accepted as his personal maid he revels in your compliance.

"[Name], stand. Now." You're in his chambers holding a bowl of grapes. (he insists you feed him)

you stand.

"spin." you spin.

"lift up your skirt." you blush, giving him an almost disgraced face. as his personal maid, you were treated better but he'd never been perverted. you should have known better.

you move to set the bowl of grapes down anyways, you'd rather be humiliated for a moment then disobey and be forced to the torture many servants were subjected to. it wouldn't be so bad anyways, you had a petticoat under and would only lift the first layer.

the prince moved before you could, a pleasant smile taking up his brown cheeks, "God you really are perfect. I was joking, m'lady." he layed back down on his red velvet couch, motioning with his hands for you to continue feeding him.

now you were even more confused, the prince nicknamed "iron of evil" was making a joke? (and what was m'lady about, you were quite literally a commoner) you set the ruffles back down and continue pricking the grapes from the vine and into his mouth, this was probably your least favorite task he requested you do.

not because it was hard but because the prince was completely different from how he presented himself to the public.

moaning and whimpering exaggeratedly as you fed him the fruit, the worst is when he licks at your fingers, even taking one into his mouth, pearly whiteness flicking around the digit.

he always seemed to be smiling around you, it was worse knowing how horrible he could be to others.

like that time a noble staying temporarily was caught trying to poison him, usually their sentence to death would be immediate no questions asked but this prince loved to play games.

it was in the throne room, two gaurds stood by the captive and the prince stood in front of him ( you standing silently by his side praying they wouldn't behead him in front of you ) .

and after staring at the man for almost ten minutes without saying a word, he turned to you.

"pick a number between 1 and 1,000"

you jumped, eyes flickering between the man and the prince, "don't look at him, look at me. number quickly." he graps your jaw within seconds. you gasp, there was no arguing with the prince.

you stared directly into his eyes, sputtering out a number, "o-one"

"hmm." his grip doesn't falter, instead he turns your face side to side peering at all your features. "would you look at this, you actually have a desireable face."

you didn't know wether to take it as a compliment or an insult.

he finally lets go, "okay, have him drawn in quarterd. i want him out of my sight."

you gulped, guilt shredding at your heart as the man screamed. now you felt responsible for his punishment, though you suspect he would have done anything he liked anyways.

as usual.

the prince kisses your palm bringing you back to the present, he's been like this lately too. becoming affectionate in private spaces ( and in public spaces ), insisting you dote on him, care for him and play good girl all while you face the consequences ( many people think you're secretly sleeping with him, though hes met his suitor many times )

"what are you thinking of, tell me your thoughts love."

you gulped, "well honestly my prince i was thinking this is highly inappropriate and that your should stop so that the both of us will avoid trouble, and also—"

the prince stops kissing you, darkened eyes glaring at you viciously. "[Name]" he said suddenly.

you gulp, regretting your decision to speak up immediately.

"you're perfect, okay? i need you to continue being perfect so that everyone here stays happy alright?" you nod. "and i told you to stop calling me that."

"i-i apologize my-sorry um, Anul."

Anul grins and shifts his body to sit upwards, "good, now come here." he motions to his lap and you sigh, as of the past few weeks this was common as well. he pats his thigh impatiently and you smooth down your skirt to move towards him. his arms are around you before you can even make it on him, his nose grazing your neck, "mm, perfect, all mine, so perfect."

you sigh again and fold your hands over your lap, you wouldn't deny this prince was comfortable to sit on but it was not only highly unprofessional but horribly nerve racking.

you were just glad nobody was in here to see it.

and just then a knock came from the door. you scramble to move but Anul hold on fast, "come in." his voice was like murky water compared to how he was speaking to you before.

another servant maid opens the door, looking at your turned down face for a moment before adressing her reason for being here. "uhm, [Name] has been requested in the chambers by Ms. Jalei just for a quick meeting." Ms. Jalei was the head of all thr maids in the palace.

Anul looks bored at her. "She's busy." and quickly turns back to you, but the maid hasnt left yet.

she clears her throat again, "it's umh, it's urgent." she say looking at you and the man, his arms tighten around your waist. "[Name]? what should i do? seems likes there another pest trying to disturb our peace. number, 1-1,000" the maid freezes up, even she knew was this meant.

your eyes went wide as you looked at him, god not this again. "I-I don't want her to get hurt."

"Oh how sweet. Don't worry she won't feel a thing." Anul smiles devilishly. The maid looks ready to cry.

You turned between them, you hears what happened with the other guy, you didn't know who this was but you certianly didn't want her to get hurt, not because she f you anyways.

"w-what can i do? to fix it, i don't think she deserves such a punishment. it's me there asking for anyways, so what should i do?" you pleaded.

that caught his attention, "What you can do...?" He thought for a moment, "You. Get out."

The door was such in seconds.

"ya' know ever since i've met you [Name] i've just been so much better, i'd really love it if you gave me a kiss. I think i deserve it dont you?"

you gulped, you saw something like this coming, you were prepared. you gave a small okay and Anul shifted so you were sitting on his crotch rather than his lap. "okay here i go." and placed the tiniest contact on his lips he almost missed it.

he blinked, "what was that."

"well, i just kisses you my prince. as you requested."

"that wasn't a kiss."

"well—" you don't get a chance to answer as he cups your mouth with his, your tounge sliding on the roof of his mouth, by the time he's finished you can barely breath. his hands had someway crawled themselves onto your side and he found himself craving you, needing you carnally and more than ever. he lets go.

"that was a kiss, and don't make me teach you again."

[darkbluekies]

Heyoo blue, may i ask if you have any description of how the yandere ocs sound/their voices like?

Okay let's see if this works😅😅

Silas:

A bit of a deeper voice, but not in "BookTok mafia dark romance growling" type of way, just a mature male voice. He is 35 after all. He has a bit of an Greek accent that gets more prominent if he's stressed/angry etc.

Dr Kry:

His voice is quite flat and calm, doesn't really use unnecessary melody. Mature, but not necessarily deep. Just calm, a bit. When he speaks Swedish, he has a Stockholm dialect, and when speaking English he has a slight Swedish accent, although quite minimal.

King Edmund:

Cocky, demanding, "im better than you". It's hard to describe Edmund's voice but it's both clear and whiny. Loud and growling. He bites out words, spits them almost. And at the same time, he can be soft and gentle (with darling only). His voice is the lightest out of the male voices, but that's because he's 19/20. His voice will deepen over time.

Jerry:

Jerry's voice isn't deep, but not high-pitched. She talks in a lower register, but she can have a lighter voice if she wants. But she doesn't. She has a lazy way of talking sometimes, cocky and uninterested, when she wants to. She has a slight Korean accent, although much has been trained to be gone. In Korean, she talks VERY quickly.

Hedwig:

Her voice is quite feminine but isn't high-pitched or overly "cutesy". Apart from when she screams, it wouldn't surprise me if her voice breaks glass. I don't think she has any vocal fry at all? She has a habit of talking quickly, excitedly, when she's happy, and rambles. She has a British posh accent and talks very clearly.

I hope this helped😅 its so hard to describe voices that dont exist, but I hear them clear in my head :/ ill probably expand on these later!!

And no, I don't have any voice claims for them!!!

[miange1]

LOOK AROUND, LOOK AROUND..🍯

owners dish. . .🥐: alpha husband x pregnant omega male reader

ingredients include. . .🍞: feral alpha themes, violence, muzzles, pregnancy, mpreg, twins, medical issues, close to death experiences, mainly fluff, bro didn't write smut that is surprising, a little short and lowk lazy.

owners note. . .🥯: i never proofread. i was thinking of hamilton writing the title.

alpha husband, who's breath fogged up against the muzzle held against his face like he was some animal. but not even he could defend himself. he harmed eight nurses and five doctors— all alphas who tried to hold him back as they rolled you into the hospitals room. you were bleeding, your cries felt like painful jabs to his heart he just couldn't stand it. he knew they were protecting you and helping you, but he couldn't be separated from you while you were in pain.

alpha husband, flinched at each gutteral scream and yelp you let out. his ears strained, his nails scratched at his arms restraints. this was going on longer than it should have. he was counting the hours in his head, the clock ticking like it had been mocking him. he wanted to tear these damn things open, run back to his mate and his baby and make sure no one would make you feel like you were in pain.

alpha husband, who tensed and stilled at the sound of silence. the silence went on for almost too long. it was unsettling. he never would have thought he would prefer your screams more than silence. what happened? were you hurt? did you pass out? did you..then there were the cries of his baby..then another cry. god help him.

alpha husband, heard the door opening. a low grow rumbled in the below of his throat as a woman's voice came through. it was a nurse, smelt like nothing, like a beta. "sir," she said calmly. she was bold, real bold for being able to face his situation. "if you agree to not resort to violence, we can make this go smoothly. your husband is waiting for you." and he had promised. everything felt much looser when the shackles were taken off, the huffy muzzle unbuckling from his jaw. it took every ounce of him not to shove the woman to the floor in run to where your smell was.

alpha husband, was able to enter and see you. his nose picking up two more scents with yours..two? it was almost pathetic the way he lunged towards you, kneeling at your side. his hands cradled your face, his nose taking a few twitches as he took in that scent. his eyes watched as you unfolded the big blanket, two sleepy little heads popping out. he wanted to cry. he did cry. you were safe, his unexpected twins were safe. "don't cry," you'd tell him, your voice raspy from the constant screaming beforehand. "how could i possibly not? i.." he couldn't finish his sentence.

alpha husband, who looked at those babies almost all day. he watched every movement, every coo and little whine. every grip of their small fingers, they had even blinked in unison. this was perfect..what more could he ever ask for.