#yandere reverse flash

[mykinkyyandere]

Hello Princess

AO3

Pairings: Yandere! Reverse Flash / Eobard Thawne (Harrison Wells) X f!Reader

Summary: You don't know where you are or how you got there but all you know is this scary man wants you so bad.

Warnings: Yandere, dark, chasing, stalking, following, enjoying from cries and being scared, implied sexual harassment, implied noncon, kidnapping, pet names, obsession, possession, naive and scared reader

"Oh, look at this view! What is an angel like you doing out there in these cold and dangerous streets?"

You heard a deep, robotic voice that froze your blood. So you kept running. Sure, if you call it "running". You stumbled and walked with "fast" steps, as waking up lying on a road at such a late hour naturally panicked you. You were dizzy, about to fall, but tried to keep your balance. You had to stop and breathe every few seconds because you were so weak.

"These streets are crawling with villains. What if a mean, rough one sees you? What a bad man could do to a soft babygirl like you!"

You tried to "run" faster, but you fell. You didn't know if you tripped or just because of weakness, but you couldn't take it any longer. You couldn't get up from the ground so you lifted yourself with support from your arms. You looked around in fear, like your heart was going to pierce your chest. Who did this terrifying sound belong to? Where were you?

"Help!" You sobbed so hard. You cried so much that your calls for help were barely heard. You couldn't do anything else, you were so miserable. At that moment, a figure appeared before you. Yellow, blurry and with two red eyes. Were you dying?

The figure came ruthlessly closer and closer to you, even as you crawled backwards screaming. With an almost sadistic slowness. As if he was enjoying your vulnerable and frightened form. As if he was in no rush and enjoying your warm tears. As if listening intently to your high pitched, trembling and whimpering voice.

"Oh, my poor little girl. So scared, all helpless and confused." You were about to pass out, but he didn't seem to care. In fact, you could even say he liked it. He spread his legs wide as if he was proud of the dominance of his big body over your small, curled one and stood right in front of you. He tilted his head and listened to your pleas for a while. How you begged him not to hurt you and let you go.

Sitting down in front of you with one knee on the ground, you shielded yourself with your one arm out of self-preservation. He let out a visible dark smile and held your chin before you could resist. At that moment, his blurry vision and red eyes were gone, replaced by a rather attractive man with a devilish smile, without his mask.

"Hello, princess."

You felt a chill when you first heard his intense, real voice, which evoked strange feelings in you. You wanted to use the arm you were holding in front of you to pull him back, but you were too scared to make him mad. On the other hand, you couldn't take any more support with one arm and you were shaking but you didn't want to pull your arm down, like you could even protect yourself with it. As you were about to lose your balance, he grabbed you by the waist and placed you on his knee. He had a smile on his face as he ran his hand over your cheek. His eyes focused on your widened ones. "Oh, look at you. You're so beautiful yet so defenseless. In desperate need of protection. Your delicious, weak little body needs a hero, like me."

"No... What- Who are you? What happened to me?" Your voice was hoarse from tiredness and you cried silently. He soothed you as he stroked your hair. "Shh... It's okay, you're safe with me." He lifted you a little and whispered in your ear. "I'm a superhero"

His suspicious laugh made you shudder even more. "No- Let me g-"

"Let's go, princess." And in the blinking of an eye, he took you to a place you don't know where.

[jokingmisfit]

Yandere Eobard Thawne Abc’s

We’re gonna go ahead and say this is after everyone knows who he is. I’m planning to make a separate one for when he’s pretending to be Dr.Wells. I’m on and Eobard kick rn, so sorry. I love him.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Eobard is InTeNSe, in every sense of the word. However, he restrains himself often. He pretends he doesn’t like when you lay on him, but you’ll notice he pulls you into his lap, or squeezes your hips whenever he passes by, or how you always wake up pressed up against his so tightly even tho he apparently prefers to wake up before you. This man is always claiming to hate physical touch, but the second you’re not in his grasp he is all over you demanding you to get back into his arms. 

Aside from his need for touch, Eobard will spend hours talking to you. Considering all of his knowledge, not just his future knowledge, he loves teaching you everything he can. He lives to see your impressed face and words of affirmation. This goes both ways, honestly, he loves to hear you ramble about your special interest(s).

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Everyone is dead. If they try to “take” you from him he’ll, simply, kill them. Sometimes, when he feels more sadistic or threatened, he’ll gift you the persons heart.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He would definitely mock them especially if you’re claiming Barry will save you. Eobard would however, also, try his best to make you as comfortable as possible. He can be impatient tho, so don’t keep harping on Barry saving you or you are being shoved into a wall not in a good way. He’s less patient; he took you cause he needed you now, so start complying soon.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Absolutely, Eobard’s always doing things you asked him not to. The only thing he wouldn’t do is force you into anything sex-wise.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He exposes his heart to you. Problem is that his heart is kinda shallow when it’s not his obsession with Flash or you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He thinks it’s kinda funny, kinda pathetic, and kinda upsetting. Keep going he can handle it, he’s sure you’ll tire yourself out eventually.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

A part of him finds it entertaining, but he also doesn’t want this to go on forever. However, this isn’t a game you’re his and his alone.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably the fact he most likely killed your friends and family.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

To continue ruining Barry’s life and come back home to you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

They’re dead. Whoever dared even look at you too long. You’re his. Eobard will kill them in an instance.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

In the beginning he’ll only kiss your wounds after you’re hurt most likely by him. After a while, Eobard will give you a quick kiss anytime he sees you. If you’re in a relationship where he didn’t kidnap you whenever he greets you and others are there he borderline makes-out with you, this also goes for whenever he sees you after being gone a while.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Flirting. The man has a silver tongue and he can be so sweet. He may be a bit deranged with little trinkets and gifts. For the most part tho he just uses his brilliant mind and perfect words.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

No, not really. The only thing he does differently is coddle you. He won’t do that really in front of too many people. Aside from that, he is practically the same. He’s overly angry, he picks on you, he taunts you and others, he is so goddamn dramatic, etc, etc.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He tries to keep it to things like tying you up and spanking, but he can get out of hand when angry. So Eobard may torture you and beat you up just to keep you from being “bad” or “unsafe”.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

All of them. Eobard will tie you down, lock you up, force feed you, pick out your clothes, etc, etc. This all depends on your attitude tho. If you “play nice” you get a decent bit of freedom.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He’s extremely patient, but he can only take so much. Like I said just don’t harp on the whole Flash saving the day thing and you should be good.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Oh, he’s so angry it’s not even funny, but he won’t move on. Eobard will destroy and rebuild and fuck up the timeline just to get you back and keep you. No matter what, he’ll have you back.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No, absolutely not. He wanted you and now that he has you, you’re not going anywhere. You’re persistence may get you some leeway but he’ll always be around and he IS faster than you.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He’s, simply put, a mad man, and he’s lonely with all this hopping around.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Eobard’s a sadistic sociopath, however, he feels very deeply for you. With that he’s not a big fan of any of the three unless the screaming/crying is from something else 😏. If you need any of the three you can’t expect much in return, you’re causing an internal conflict in him. After you’re done he’ll be extra “sweet”, he’s trying at least, to make you feel better.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He won’t kill you, but he will cripple you for life and leave you like you never existed. Remember Rose.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

None. His only real weakness is the Flash and Eobard hid you well enough that there is no escaping. You’re doomed.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

He would, but he will always patch you up afterwards. You just needed him to help you right, so now you’ll be a good little pet, right?

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He certainly worships you, but it’s odd because he doesn’t act like he does, only in his most intimate moments. He feels like everything he does is something worth bragging about, and he doesn’t really care about winning you over as long as he has you. 

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Eobard’s a patient man, however he has a bad temper. All it really takes is an unprompted flirt towards you for him to snap. If you are flirting with him and him only he’ll probably hold on longer.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Absolutely, Eobard is so lonely. After so many years of only feeling hatred, he needs you, in any way he can have you, even if it means you’re not quite the same.

[yanderes-galore]

can i request yandere eobard thawn aka the reverse flash thank you

I was doing research on his character and holy shit man is insane. Not doing any particular media but I did watch a video to understand him.

Here is said video!

Yandere! Eobard Thawn (Reverse Flash) Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Murder, Violence, Obsession, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Forced relationship, Isolation.

I'm going to say this right now, nothing messes with Eobard.

According to what I've seen in his backstory he seems to always get he wants through manipulation.

Not just mental manipulation... time line manipulation is included.

Eobard would plan everything when he's obsessed with his darling.

He has literally forced a relationship with someone by not only killing a girl's fiancé, but erasing him too.

Essentially when Eobard is interested in you, your fate is sealed.

By the time you meet him the time line is changed and you're set to be his.

Any person or threat that could change your future "relationship" is erased.

It/they never existed.

That or he kills them, so you remember the person but they died of unknown causes.

Eobard is very tactical.

When he kills someone or erases them, he takes some pleasure in snapping their neck.

Yet it's mostly just business with him.

It's an event that needs to happen to obtain you in the end.

You have no idea the obsession is happening.

Most of it, at least.

The moment you meet anyone named Eobard Thawn is when things start to deteriorate for you.

Friends cease to exist... loved ones are killed if you reject his advances... it's all planned.

Eobard is selfish and possessive, he plans to make you feel alone.

By the end of it you are alone except for Eobard.

When you meet him is when the obsession starts, it's something to do with the future but you can't get your mind around it....

Basically, the more you refuse to be close to Eobard the worse your life gets.

Eobard doesn't care how devastated he makes you feel.

If one outcome doesn't get you and him together, another will.

It's just he needs to find that perfect outcome.

Eobard isn't a very affectionate or empathetic guy.

In fact he's hard to be around.

He's mostly just possessive with his darling, completely enamored by the idea of keeping you as his.

He doesn't care much about your happiness during it.

Once Eobard obtains his goal he feels accomplished.

It's satisfactory to him that he completely ruined your life.

Now he's a permanent part within the emptiness of your life... you're stuck with him.

By this point, with you by his side, he can do whatever he want.

If you still resist, he'll find other ways to hurt you.

Once Eobard has you and you submit to him... accepting the fact you can't reject him... then he considers being softer.

Not by much but Eobard can now kiss and hold you.

When he attempts affection it's when he's broken you down.

He even rubs it in your face, your attempts at fighting is useless.

When you've given up and said you'll love him, he kisses you with hunger.

Eobard likes that he's made you his... even if he's broken you to do it.

To him, it's worth it since he's gotten what he wants.

Now he can kiss you like he's wanted, now he can hold you as he's wanted...

He knows you won't fight him.

You can't fight him.

Any attempt to rebel or push him away is met with quick correction.

He could hurt you now... maybe he'll break and arm fast?

Eobard is determined to make you listen and be his.

He wants to hear you love him.

He wants you to praise him.

He wants to keep you as his.

Once he has his eyes set on you, he knows he will have you...

Before you even knew it you were his since the start.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can i request the continuation of jason todd and dick grayson yandere ask? Maybe add in smut aswell. (Don't force yourself!, Take a good care of yourself 💗)

-🥚 anon

Yandere Jason Todd x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick Grayson

Part 2

Headcanons

Imagine sitting in a spinny chair petting a cat like a bond villain. I have wanted to write a part two for this for a while. Instead of reader just dating his og universes version of them, what if reader was dating multiple people 👀? Cuz you cant imagine the kid of Thawne being a nice person.

Ill refer to readers original universe as OG verse, and the yandere universe as yan verse cuz its easier to understand.

Part 1 can be found here

In part 1 yan Dick and Jason has pretty much abandoned their former dimension in smithereens after having wiped out the entire justice league, as they tried to stop them from crossing dimensions and tearing a hole in reality itself to find you.

So, when Yan Dick and Jason appear in your OG dimension, different procedures set up by the league notify them about the tear in reality and how unstable it is. They’d rush there and find two bloody and battered versions of Dick and Jason, and thinking they fled some battle or a doomed timeline, they bring them to the tower.

When Jason and Dick wake up, they immediately fall back on the many tricks they had been taught under their batman, who was apparently even better at lying than OG batman, as they believe them when they claim their home dimension was destroyed and they have nowhere to go.

It takes a while to work Yan Dick and Jason into the league and their hero roster, but they never suspect them of being anything less than heroes and stable. They start calling them Rick and Jay since it gets confusing with multiple people named the same thing.

They don’t drop hints that they know you, but they do try to figure out where you are and what you are doing at all times, but its harder than they thought it would be. Who would have thought trying to track a guy that can cross dimensions and time at will would be so difficult.

Rick almost bursts a blood vessel when he hears some of the younger OG league members talking about how “Mach 10 has been dating multiple people at once”, and Jay wants to curl up into a ball and disappear and tear himself apart.

Their obsession finally starts showing through the cracks as they use league resources to find you and stalk you. More and more cracks appear in their masks and fake personalities, as they see you going on dates with other people.

Jericho, Jamie Reyes, Roy Harper, Garth, Kyle Rayner, the list went on. You seemed to be dating multiple people at once, at the same time, as you used your powers to be in multiple places at once.

You weren’t a good person, so you hadn’t even felt bad when Jamie had cried finding out you were cheating on him with multiple people, you just shrugged and asked him what he had expected from Thawnes offspring.

It was common knowledge amongst the younger league members that you were down to a roll in the sheets with most, but there wasn’t a loyal bone in your body, and you could easily turn on whoever you were dating at the time if it was part of a plan.

Of course. Rick and Jay never saw you as the problem. How could you be? You were perfect, you were everything that mattered in the multiverse, and you could do no wrong. It had to be your partners that were the issue, they had to be neglecting your needs and leaving you having to resort to finding different ways to meet them.

OG justice league knew Rick and Jay had some issues, but they had always blamed it on coming from a dimension that had been destroyed by some unknown evil. But as time passed, they started to think that maybe the backstory they had been given wasn’t true.

It came to a head when one day Rick almost gutted Roy after he and Jay had followed you around Coast city, where you had met up with Roy and the two of you had gone on a date, ending with you two back in Roy’s apartment.

Rick and Jay were both cracking as they saw others put their grubby disgusting hands all over you and just doing whatever they wanted. Whenever they heard others insult you, they felt like repeating what they had done in their original universe.

After Rick attacked Roy, he was placed on probation. Jay was more subtle about his plans, as he wasn’t as blinded by rage as Rick and was more fueled by not feeling like he was good enough and blaming himself.

People didn’t even put two and two together for a while when your non league admirers started going missing, only to be found much later dead in many different ways. There was no way to tie the murders together, but it was clear there was a pattern, but no one could figure out what it was.

The league finally discovered just what type of people Jay and Rick were when you one day wandered into the tower. Maybe the league needed your help with something involving the speedforce, or the negative speedforce.

But the moment the two yanderes saw you, it was like they became completely different people, the masks they had been wearing for months shattered as they almost stumbled over each other to get to you first.

You just saw in your seat grinning to yourself as they clambered into your lap, vile threats of what he could do to anyone who touched to passing Ricks lips, as Jay warbled out apologies and begs for you to love him and appreciate him.

The league wasn’t sure what to do, but their suspicions only grew. It got to the point where they somehow track down the dimension the Yans originally come from, to see what really happened. Imagine their horror when they learn Rick and Jay killed all of them out of obsession fueled love for you.

But when they finally figured out the truth, Rick and Jay fully dropped their roles and started chasing you around like lovesick puppies again, butchering anyone who got in their way.

The league could lock them up, but they had also seen what happened when they were separated from you, and as long as they were around you and an had no reason to lash out, they seemed fine for the most part.

You had moments where you would peace out to different dimensions, especially when Rick and Jay started foiling all your attempts to mess around with other people, Rick always exploding in rage and Jay breaking down in tears and wails of misery.

Again, you were never a good person, and they annoyed you sometimes, but it was kinda cute to have them begging for scraps of your attention even as the league tried again and again to capture them and lock them away.

Rick and Jay never find a way to lock you away, you are just too powerful. But they at some point stumble across ways to make themselves stronger so they can keep up. Like making themselves speedsters, or developing gear to follow and track you, they come up with something.

But you learn an easy way to distract them is by piling attention on them for a while, get them comfortable, then you can peace out when they get on your nerves.

Jay is always easier to trick than Rick, as Jay is always aching for any tiny piece of attention and love youll give him, his knees always buckling when you kiss him or hold him, words almost akin to worship always tumbling out from between his lips towards you.

Rick is harder to trick, as hes always suspicious and angry, but an easy way is to dominate him in some way, like tying him up and then leaving him there, leaving him to get out on his own, or get help from Jay if he needs it.

All in all, the league is scared and cautious, but knows they wont be an active threat to the league as long as they have you. And your relationship with your yanderes is nowhere near healthy, with you only loving them like someone would love a pet or a toy, and them loving you way too much.

But what can someone expect from the offspring of Thawne, and two extremely unstable Bats.

[notdeezy]

My biggest hard to swallow pill has been the fact that Reverse Flash is literally a yandere character

[dazed--xx]

SKZ Reaction: He hurts the reader (Hyung Line)

A/N: GUESS WHOS BACK?! BACK AGAIN DAZED IS BACK TELL A FRIEND GUESS WHOS BACK GUESS WHOS BACK GUESS WHOS BACK….a little short one I was able to come up with for this request. I hope y’all missed me as much as I missed y’all. I was uninspired recently but I’ve found my inspiration and I’m not as depressed as I once was so I felt it was only right to give y’all what you wanted. Also Minhos is implied Yandere

Masterlist

Chan:

“You’re fucking kidding me right?!” You argue, frustration bubbling in your stomach as the image of the trainee seated comfortably on Chan’s lap flashes in your memory. He shakes his head, his eyes rolling in annoyance, “No, Y/N if you can’t handle the fact that she just fell and it’s not what your making it out to be then maybe I don’t need to be with you!” He growls. You scoff at the audacity “oh sorry Chan, she just fell and I just so happened to walk in at the wrong time?!” He throws his hands up in frustration “Jesus Fuck! Y/N are you stupid? Like genuinely I’m asking because you’re obviously fucking stupid if you seem to think I would allow someone to do that!” The veins in his neck begin to bulge as you roll your eyes “I guess I’m fucking stupid then! Cause I don’t believe you! If she had just fell why were her arms around your neck why was her head laying on your shoulder?! WHY WERE YOUR ARMS WRAPPED AROUND HER?! I UNDERSTAND IF SHE FELL BUT SHE DIDN’T FUCKING FALL YOU GUYS WERE FUCKING CUDDLING CHAN” you counter, your voice cracking as you make your way to the bedroom. Forcing the door open you grab your suitcase placed under the bed.

Chan followed behind you his eyes never once leaving you. His heart sunk in his chest at your actions, and his anger in his stomach bubbled. There’s no way you were leaving him over this….right? He genuinely didn’t do anything wrong. And whilst, yes things could have been misconstrued he was sincerely telling you the honest to god truth. Your actions only fueling his anger “Why can’t you just fucking trust me?!” He snaps, grabbing the lamp from the nightstand and sending it hurling across the room. Only, not only did he hear the shattering of the lamp but a loud scream erupting from your throat. His eyes fall on you now huddled in the middle of the room. Fragments from the lamp scattered on the floor behind you and at your feet. Shock over took him. His mouth hung widen open, tears flowed down your cheeks as you ran past him out of the room as you meekly muttered “I’ll send someone to get my things another time…” it took him a few seconds to process everything as his anger was completely subsided with his actions and your words. His feet acted before he realized what he was doing, your retreating figure came into view and his heart yearned to stop you from walking out of that door. “Baby—Y/N, please I-I’m so sorry. I-I don’t know why I did that, please don’t leave. I’m sorry” he cried as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Your whole body tensed from the contact and his resolve completely shattered at your fear. Sobs flowed out like Niagara, his breathing grew heavier and heavier as you struggled to pull him off you. His pleas falling on deaf ears as you finally force him off you and grab your keys and purse before running to your car.

Your heart broke as Chan pulled on your door handle, heartbreak and sorrow etched on his features as he begged you to stay, that he would fix things and profusely apologizing. You pleaded for him to let go of the handle so he wouldn’t get hurt but having no choice you placed your car in reverse and slowly made your way out of the drive way and down the street. Your eyes catching a glimpse of the man you love crying at the end of the driveway where you left him, on his knees.

Minho:

“You’re overreacting..” Minho sighed as you walked down the street, not understanding your anger at his ignorance. “Minho, you introduced me as your friend to someone you’ve liked for years. How can you be so oblivious to how that can hurt your girlfriend. That watched you pine over that girl for years.” You explained cautiously behind gritted teeth. “I didn’t pine over her. And I love you, not her so I don’t see the problem, nor do I really care if she knows our relationship or not. It’s not like I go around telling everyone you’re my girlfriend anyway” he states snobbishly as he shrugs you off. You stop in place releasing his hand. “So who knows then?” You question, this has come up a few times in your almost one year relationship. For some reason, Minho seems hesitant to fully acknowledge you as his girlfriend. You wouldn’t have really cared if it was just about going public but so far you’ve never even met his members. Not when you were his friend, and especially not while you were his girlfriend. You weren’t even sure his parents knew. And with the way he’s been treating you, it’s no surprise when he gives you a confused look and states “no one? Why does anyone have to know? You know what I’m not doing this with you again. I told you already, I don’t want anyone to know about us. Other people like to ruin happy relationships, why would I want someone to unnecessarily know about something I want to be mine and mine only?” You scoff at his undermining tone, this is how it always was. You somehow get on his nerves and he scolds you like a child, almost like he looks down on you in a way. Almost like—“Are you embarrassed of me or something?” You snap.

Realization washes over you, your mouth hung open; as you stare at him in shock. The look on his face has your blood running cold. A glare planted firmly on you as he stomps over to you, his hand roughly grabbing your wrist. His grip is vice like and hurt. “ow, Minho, you’re hurting me—Don’t ever say something so fucking stupid again are you kidding me?!” He snapped behind gritted teeth his words like venom almost instantaneously you nodded in fear. Tears built in your eyes and you thanked god you were close to your dorm. “Please let me go…” you muttered as he pulled you beside him down the street toward your dorm. The whole way his harsh grip remained on your wrist, as tears flowed down your cheeks. His natural calm look remained on his face, really selling the façade of someone quite unaffected but inside he was dying. How could you ask him that? You are the only thing that matters to him. He’s never once been embarrassed of you he loves you so much. And though—yes, he may have lied to that girl about your relationship, honestly just to see how you’d react, he never thought you’d ask him such a disgusting question. He lied to you, and he knows this is his price to pay for that lie but how could he bring you around everyone that’s so desperate to meet you? He could feel you slipping through his fingers so to speak so he held you at his side. Your pleas falling on deaf ears, he didn’t even realize how tightly he had been holding you. And once he realized it was too late, when you refused to meet his eyes at your door he felt like he was going to throw up. He overreacted, he knows he did. He stared at your fearful figure and pulled you into his chest. Words getting stuck in his throat as you shoved his arms away, what could he do? He was panicking. “I-I didn’t mean to—I don’t care.” You cut him off “I can’t do this anymore Minho, please…don’t—don’t come back here” this couldn’t be happening right now. “Princess, I really didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry, I’m not embarrassed of you okay? I’ll fix this, we can go to my dorm right now you can meet my members. I’ll do whatever you want but please don’t break up with me. You know id never hurt you on purpose, I genuinely just lost myself for a second but it won’t happen again. I won’t let it happen again. I’m sorry I’m so sorry but please don’t make me leave now it was supposed to be our night please don’t let my stupidity mess everything up.” He begged grabbing your hand in his. Shaking your head you rejected him coldly before rushing inside and locking the door behind you ignoring the banging and whaling at the door.

Changbin:

“This is really too much, Y/N..” Changbin scolded. You had texted him quite a few times, since he hadn’t come home in 3 days and to the average person you’d expect a reply or any sign your significant other is doing okay. The last time you had seen him he was on the verge of collapse and now he acted as if nothing had happened; as if you didn’t see how he struggled to even walk to your room a few nights prior. “How is it too much? I just asked Chan if you were okay, I was worried about you, Bin” you pout from your place on the couch. “I told you that I was fine. I told you I was busy and didn’t need you consistently checking up on me and being so fucking obsessive. I understand why your exes just disappeared on you cause holy fuck!” He growls, you bite your lip at his words lifting yourself from your seat and slowly make your way to the bedroom to collect your things to get some space. Your movements are halted by his harsh grip whipping you around to face him. Tears streaming down your face as your harshly shoved against the wall “No! You don’t get to be literally fucking crazy then just walk away like you didn’t fucking harass me” He scolds.

A sharp pain radiating in your back, you flinched as he towered over you. “Please let me go I-I don’t want this…I’m sorry I’m sorry” your hands covered your head as you squeaked. His hold on you loosened “B-babe…” he croaked “Im sorry I—“ his words were cut off by you forcefully shoving him away from you “D-don’t touch me” you exclaim while you rushed to the bedroom. Locking it behind you as you listened to a once frozen Changbin shout expletives and several loud bangs ring through the apartment.

Hyunjin:

“You really think he loves you?” Yerim prods, her words like venom and you silently prayed Hyunjin would be back from the store soon. “Hyunjin likes me Yerim, we’re dating. We have been dating for over a year now I would think he likes me” you sigh. Staring at the door, “you think that but you do know what he does when he comes over to my place? It’s like you don’t exist, he loves me honestly. We’ve been friends since we were kids you really don’t think I can’t make you guys break up any time I want? You’re still with Hyunjin because I allow you to be.” She snaps. Her hands sat on her hips as she leans into your face “He loves me not you and honestly it’s embarrassing how much you cling to him” her words like venom, sending pain straight into your heart. You never particularly cared that Hyunjins best friend was a girl, you never minded that they hung out almost daily. You didn’t mind not tagging along because you felt he deserved to have time alone with his best friend. Yet, every time you’d had seen her she would have something negative to say and for a while now it’s been the stipulation that Hyunjin was cheating on you with her. You typically just ignore her, and never tell Hyunjin as you don’t want to be the reason for them to fight. But her words today have you absolutely fuming. “Jesus Christ, Yerim! Can you grow the fuck up for once? Like honestly I’m really over this bitchy, monopolizing attitude you have over Hyunjin. He may have fallen for this innocent, perfect persona but I’m really getting pissed off with it.” You snap as you lift yourself from the couch you were sat on and making your way over to the kitchen. “I WAS HIS FRIEND FIRST! I LOVED HIM FIRST!” She growls grabbing your arm and forcing you to look at her “okay! SO WHY WERE YOU SUCH A PUSSY AND DIDN’T CONFESS TO HIM?! IF YOU LOVED HIM SO FUCKING MUCH YOU WOULD HAVE TOLD HIM THAT YOU LOVE HIM WHETHER HE WAS WITH ME OR NOT BUT NO YOU CHOSE TO RUN WITH YOUR TAIL TUCKED BETWEEN YOUR LEGS AND NOW YOU EXPECT ME TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND! Get a fucking grip Yerim and don’t fucking touch me!” You force your arm from her grasp with a little too much force earning a small yelp from Yerim as she stumbles back toward the couch. The sound of the door slamming closed cut both of your words off. You see Hyunjin standing in the doorway a glare planted on his face as he stormed toward you two.

You feel confusion as his scowl never once left your face as he shoved you away from his friend. Losing your footing from going backward you land on the ground a sharp pain shoots through your wrist. “Yerim are you okay? Y/N are you fucking crazy?!” He growled at you never once turning and seeing your small figure holding tight onto your wrist as the pain radiates through it. “. “She’s literally fine she fell…” you grumble. “Onto a couch mind you” your words are strained as you slowly lift yourself up from the ground. “Why’d you fucking push her in the first place? I get you don’t even like her but to act so fucking childish it’s disgusting!” He scolds, you glare at him as you make your way to your door grabbing your car keys with your wrist pressed firmly against your body; as you held back your tears “ITS DISGUSTING THAT YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME TOO BUT WHATEVER HYUNJIN IM GOING TO THE HOSPITAL I WANT YOU, YOUR SLUT AND YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY APARTMENT BEFORE I GET BACK!” You snap. “Wait, Y/N! I think you’re misunderstanding something here… she’s my best friend that’s all! I didn’t mean to hurt you I’m sorry okay? But I heard what you said and just saw red when I saw you push her!” He counters as he makes his way over to you. “But you don’t care about what she said? Nothing was misunderstood she made both of your relationship very clear to me and honestly you can have each other” you argue, his eyes brows scrunch together as his head whips toward Yerim. “What the hell did you say to her?!” He shouted his voice filled with panic. “It doesn’t matter I want you both gone before I get back here…” you snap as you force your door open and make your way outside. You can hear his confused pleas for you to allow him to come with you. You saw the realization adorn his features as he realized that you were serious, when you wouldn’t unlock your passenger door no matter how many times he pulled on it. He cried and begged you not to break up with him over this, that he would fix it and he believed you. He felt the world crumbling down around him as you drove away and he received a text from you stating that him and his stuff needed to be vacated from your apartment by the time you came back home. He sobbed harshly as he stared after your car driving away from him.

[thatanimeramenchick]

Yandere Lucifer x Human Sacrifice Reader Pt. 2

Part One

Word count: 2,755

Originally requested by @hazbinlove

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Your body was still suffering from your injuries when you awoke two days later. While not as intense as before, you could still feel that itching, burning feeling down your entire chest, which was now wrapped in gauze. You were in a soft bed, mind still reeling a little from everything that had happened. If it wasn’t for how sensitive your entire body still felt, you would have written the whole experience off as an ugly nightmare. Yet here you were, somehow still alive. Your first thought was that you must be in the hospital, but the room looked more like a nice apartment room, in line with a hotel suite. Someone must have found you half dead outside after the attack. That odd angelic figure you had seen, it must have been a dream.

That was what you thought as you lay in your uncomfortable position. Not too much longer later, the door opens, and in comes a man that looks vaguely familiar.

He was short, or at least shorter than most men you were accustomed to seeing.

“You’re awake!” he said.

He came into the room, holding a tray filled with breakfast food. You felt your stomach rumble as you saw that is had chocolate covered croissants and a bowl of fruit that looked delicious.

“… who are you?” you asked.

“Oh, I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Lucifer,” he said.

“You’re… Lucifer?” you said, shocked.

Instinctively, you try to inch away as this sinks in your mind, but you don’t make it very far, only succeeding in wincing in discomfort. Your body was still fragile from the attack.

“Not what you were expecting?” he asked, with a small smile.

A feeling of fear stirred inside your stomach. This had to be a mistake. A trap. There was no way that this was actually the devil. Unless…

“Am I dead?”

“Dead? Oh, no, quite the opposite!” he said, “Somehow, despite everything that happened to you, your soul is still inside its original body. You’re alive.”

“Then why am I with you?” you asked, hoping that the horror you felt wasn’t too apparent in your voice and face.

“Well I couldn’t very well just leave you out there,” he said, “You were basically being tortured like that. You could have lost your mind that way, repeatedly dying and regenerating.”

You just stared at him in stunned silence for a minute. As you stare at him, you feel your memory aligning with the sight in front of you. You hardly remembered the sight you had seen, you had been in so much pain, but you had seen flashes of flame. A white, red, and gold figure, with an unnaturally eerie light. Was it really possible?

“How do you know about my… thing?” you finally ask.

“Well, the unasked for human “sacrifices” usually don’t survive that kind of stabbing. It seems that someone has put a spell on you,” he said, “It’s a seal of protection. No matter what happens to you, you eventually regenerate. Your body will heal any fatal injury, though, it appears that there are some remnants of the attack. Whoever cast it must not have had a lot of experience and didn’t really know what they were doing.”

The memories of your mothers tear filled yet hopeful eyes rushed back into your mind. Had she…?

“Is there a way to reverse it?” you asked.

“I’m not sure,” he said, “I suppose I would have to look through my grimoires, but it may take some time for me to look.”

He looks at you thoughtfully.

“You sure you want me to reverse it?” he said, “Most humans would kill to live on earth forever.”

“No. I haven’t even been alive that long, and I already know I never want to experience coming back to life after I die again,” you said.

He puts the tray down next to you on the bed.

“Understandable. I’ve had my own fair share of accidents and long recoveries,” he said, “I know from experience it can be quite unpleasant.”

As if to prove his point, you grimace as you sit up a bit more to eat. Your entire chest feels like it will rip back open if you’re not careful.

“I think you should stay here for a little while,” he said, fingers nearing your face. He stops just short of touching you though as he sees you tense, eventually drawing his hand away and behind his back. An awkward silence permeates the room.

“Anyway, you need time to properly recover after everything that has happened to you,” he said, “Get some proper rest. I’ll leave you to that.”

With that he walks out, closing the door.

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“I have a little surprise for you.”

You had been bored as you slowly healed. After about a week and a half, you were able to get out of bed, but there wasn’t too much to do. Your “nurse” had provided you with some books to read and puzzles, but other than that, there wasn’t much to do but rest. Though, considering how tired the attack had made you, you supposed you shouldn’t be complaining that much. You were feeling much better now, and the dullness was setting in.

Today though, Lucifer had a certain look in his eyes as he sat on the edge of your bed. He closed his hands together. As he opened them, smoke pealed and a black cat curled out. The pretty little thing which slinked onto the bed and kneaded its paws on the soft fabric. You offer a smile at his attempts to cheer you up. You had to admit that there was a certain charm about him.

“You created that?” you asked.

“Well, technically no,” he said, “I can’t make anything out of nothing. But I may have borrowed him from somewhere else.”

He absently stroked the animal. Squirming a bit, your mind raced. He seemed to be in a decent mood. You had wanted to broach a certain topic in the last day or two, but you weren’t really sure how. You didn’t want to come across as ungrateful and upset him, but he seemed to be in a good mood. Perhaps now was the time.

“Um… so, I’m doing a lot better now,” you said.

“You are,” he said.

“And… I was wondering what you thought about me going back,” you said, “I think I’d be ok.”

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Unable to handle the awkward silence, you start babbling, rushing words out.

“I think I’d be able to handle it,” you said, “I can walk and take care of myself again. Thank you for all of your help, but I don’t want to bother you any longer.”

“You’re not bothering me at all,” he said, “I wouldn’t worry about that. Besides, I think it’s in your best interest that you stay somewhere where your safe.”

“Yes, but I can’t stay in here forever,” you said, “I don’t belong in here.”

While you had to admit he had been an attentive caretaker, you were tired of seeing the same four walls all the time. You needed to get out of here.

“…Perhaps not,” he said finally looking at you, eyes serious, “But I know that if I let you out of this building, some demon or other will get their hands on you and kill you. Or at least attempt to. And trust me, with the kind of sickos that end up down here, you do not want to end up in the wrong hands with an ability like that and no way to defend yourself. That will not be a fun time for you.”

“Er… I don’t mean out there. Can’t you just bring me back to the surface?” you ask.

He is again quiet for a long moment, a look on his face that you can’t quite place. He drums his fingers against his cane for a minute before sighing.

“Do you truly want to go back though?” he said, “You really think that’s a good idea? I mean, look what they did to you!”

He finally looks at you and waves his hand as if to dismiss your unspoken pleas, suddenly animated.

“You think no ones going to try something like this again?” he said, “That if that group finds out you survived, they’re going to be all huncky dory about it? That maybe they’ll just go ‘Oh, wowy, our little sacrifice went wrong. That’s a shame, let’s try a goat this time!’”

“Not all humans are bad,” you protest, “Plenty of us are good. I mean, you like me well enough.”

He scoffs at your words.

“Sure, I suppose some humans won’t try to take advantage of you, but just like down here, if the wrong one finds out about this little… gift of yours, and your best days on earth will rival some of the worst ones down here! Even well meaning humans might want to dissect you to find a futile way to live on earth forever,” he said.

“So what, you just want me to stay here forever?” you said, trying not to sound hysterical, “In fucking hell?”

“I mean, it’s really not so bad down here, as long as you’re with the right people,” he said, “And you couldn’t have better company. Eh?” You swear you hear a horn honk as he winks at you and shakes his elbow.

His attempt at joking optimism falls flat, with the horn sound making it only seem pathetic. The disappointment you feel must be showing on your face as he eventually sighs again and looks at you with condescending pity. It was the patronizing gaze an adult may give a child who is upset that they can’t have ice cream for dinner or an owner would give a pet that wants to jump out of a moving car.

Silly little thing. I’m sorry you’re so angry, but this is for your own good.

“I’m not a child,” you finally say, which only causes him to chuckle softly.

“No, you are not a child. It’s simply that I’m thousands of years old, and you’re what? In your mid-twenties, I would guess. It’s not as if I have more experience with the world or how humans work,” he said.

You glare at him.

“What? Don’t look at me like that! You know it’s true,” he said, “People with something special to offer tend to only attract the worst kinds of attention. Trust me, I know.”

“And I’m supposed to expect that your intentions are pure?” you said, before you could think better of it.

Rather than anger though, his face contorts to one of hurt.

“F/N, I’m sorry if I’ve ever done anything to give you the impression that I want anything from you,” he said, moving closer to you and resting his hand on yours, “I know you’re not thrilled about this situation, but you were left for dead as a sacrifice. I couldn’t have just let you suffer, it wouldn’t have been right. It’s only proper that I take responsibility for what happened to you.”

You just continue to glare at him, but a part of you hears a degree of reason in his words. You feel some guilt tighten in your chest. Perhaps you were being unreasonable. This only makes you angrier though, at him and yourself. You don’t want to concede to him.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you,” he said, “I know what it means to go one and on forever, and there are things that are much, much worse than death. Trust me.”

He’s moved so close to you now that your noses almost touch.

“Please try to understand. I’m doing this because I truly care for you. I would hate it if something happened to you,” he said.

As he speaks, he traces the edge of your chin with his fingers, and you suppress the natural urge you have to pull away. No aggression is in his eyes, only a certain pity and tenderness. He stares into your eyes like this for a moment before unexpectedly, gently and softly, he presses his lips to yours.

Wait, what?

It’s so unexpected that you freeze up in a sort of shock. You don’t even push him off of you, just hold still as he caresses your mouth with his own. Seeming encouraged that you haven’t pulled away, he moves his hand from your chin to your hair, stroking it and guiding it closer to him. It feels… pleasant. Nice. You hadn’t noticed, but at some point he had brought his other hand to your side and was slowly drawing it up your stomach, up to the side of your breast, not touching anything too intimately. Somehow, this felt more forbidden than if he had touched you more sensually. Slowly, you allow yourself to open your mouth, as if to deepen the kiss, and your fingers reach up to his shirt and rest against his chest.

Until you remember that you’re kissing the literal devil.

When that sinks in, you shudder and wretch your face away from him. He looks surprised, but allows you to do so.

“What are you doing?!” you screech.

“Um…”

“What on earth?” you cry out, horrified, “Why did you do that?!”

He looks a bit baffled for a second, “Did you not like it?”

“Yes! I mean, no! I mean- I-I… Don’t do that again!” you said, “I didn’t like it.”

“… All right,” he said, “If you say so.”

You feel your face heat up as you break eye contact for a second, and while he moves away a little, as if to respect your space, you catch a bit of a satisfied light in his eyes at your blushing.

–-

Lucifer ignored the pang of guilt in his gut. It was easy to squish, like an ant beneath his outstretched finger. There for just a second, and then crushed with no hope of resurrecting. He’d had plenty of practice ignoring the things he didn’t want to pay attention to, and this was no different.

You were so naive. To anyone with a hint of demonic knowledge, they would know it would be quite easy for him to remove the spell. With a few exceptions, nearly every curse that was cast could be reversed one way or another, and yours was no different. It would be child’s play for him to remove the spell and return you to your home. He was the king of hell after all.

You didn’t need to know that though.

So long he had lived life alone. He and Lilith had parted ways long ago, and he hadn’t really found anyone else. The hellborn, while at times enticing, lived short lives compared to what he had. They weren’t eternal, and they often fell under the influence of the sinners. Too many times a well meaning demon had been led on a less than savory path.

Even without that problem though, connection was so difficult for him. There was a part of him that almost seemed to disassociate whenever he was around others, even those he cared about. Yet here, with you, things were so easy. You had been literally handed to him as a gift, and your helpless ingenue personality had rekindled the softer, more romantic side of him. Perhaps he was being selfish, keeping you like this, but it wasn’t as if he couldn’t recompense for whatever frustrations you were feeling.

Though for now you claimed that you didn’t like him, he could see the embarrassed desire in your eyes. Not that he would humiliate you for it. He would draw that desire out from you until it flowed from you as naturally as a river flows downstream. Already you were kissing him back, even if a bit shyly, and at this rate he was sure that he would soon have you acquiescing to more intimate expressions of his affection.

Yes, you were a little peeved now, but you’d get over it. It wasn’t as if you really knew what you wanted anyway. Humans were so difficult. Give them free will and let them do what they think they want, and they still screw it all up. They were so foolish, falling for delusions and falsehoods so easily. He couldn’t let that happen with you.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Even Deeper Waters | Yandere Merman (Part 2)

“Alright boys let’s get our old cruiser moving!” 

“Aye Aye!” 

The muffled sounds of yelling men rang through your ears along with various pounding of boots sending vibrations along the surface you lied against. You felt yourself moving. Swaying like a baby in a swing, you almost succumbed to sleep’s seductive pull at your eye-lids. Trying to settle once more you found yourself nuzzling against something firm…and….cold. It was then that a painful stab of pain climbed up your spine that had you snapping up to nurse the boney system. Only to bring another flash of pain as you smashed your head against a similar surface. You blinked your eyes with vengeance, desperately trying to make out your assailant only to just barely register the badly lit environment. 

A small eye-sized window let the smallest beam of natural light illuminate the steely quarters you were kept in. Showing the metal bunk beds hanging along, its very close together walls spread apart just wide enough for a knobless door. Metallic and unlabeled all you could make out was a panel, a dip in the surface of an otherwise blank door. 

Squinting your eye with great difficulty you eyed the contrasting textures of blue rapidly moving, told apart by the splotches of fluffy white wisps and flying birds.

“The…ocean?” 

You cringed at the hoarseness of your voice, rubbing at your throat as you collected your thoughts. The memories of Vain and the fear pumping your heart, had you stilling in disbelief. 

Was it real? 

That he killed all the staff of the Aquatic center? That he feasted on humans in general? And that he had full intentions of bringing you to wherever he was from? 

It couldn’t have been a dream. The pinpointed pain in your arm said so. Recalling the spine that sneakily shot out from under his skin to inject you with something. A shiver ran up your back, making you rub at sore spot with defeat. 

What now?

The sound of multiple metal clicks from behind the door had you sitting up straight. Wondering if it’d be Vain to release you or some old-fashioned pirate; at this point either was expected. When the door swung open it revealed a grimy man scanning the small room before landing on you. With a sniff he waved to someone beyond, an exhausted look on his face.

“Come on then your cargo is awake.” 

His accented voice called to the mysterious person who seemed to make a face as the round-bellied man stayed perched in the door way. With a groan the man moved revealing an uncannily familiar face. 

“My darling! I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“Va-”

“Shhh I know your throat hurts just give me a second.” 

He shuffled some things in his hands: a thermos, a container, and a rag. Too bewildered to process anything you watch him, almost frantically, put the other items down to open the thermos. You reached for it only for him to move over them to hold your chin as he made you drink. His quick movements bypassed your own, leaving you to flounder and focus on guzzling the drink down. 

“That’s it baby! Good job.”

You hated the way he said that, looking up at him with a glare. He continued to smile down at you, eyes squinted in a sadistic fashion. Wordlessly you both seem to make the connection of the roles reversed; one of you giddy at the thought and the other disgusted. 

You finished the drink, unable to actually pull away as he moved his hold from your chin to your head. Forced to drink so fast you barely registered what it was you were drinking, only able to lick your lips in an attempt to recall the flavor. Opening your mouth to question him you were stopped by him shoving food into your mouth. Similarly he hand fed you the finger friendly food gleefully swatting your fighting hands and letting his finger dance around your lips. 

With a full belly you sat back, finally registering the non-human humming in satisfaction. He looked different. His face was softer. Plump around the cheeks and hair much longer than before. It meant he had eaten well and could avoid being directly recognized. Convenient for man eating merman.+

“What is–”

“Are ya done?! I’m getting tired of your lovey-dovey crap!” 

The  man had crossed his arms and puffed his chest as if Vain was already protesting. Vain wasn’t even looking at him when his pleased smile dropped and his eyes narrowed in a deadly glare. 

“Right, right. Sorry to hold you Captain, you have a whole ship to command.”

Before following the grumbling human he flashed you a smile; a smile that showed a minor resemblance to pinchers he used to threatened you with before.

“Rest easy (Y/n) we’ll be home soon.”

At the sound of the metal door slamming and locking you were once again encapsulated in near darkness. Forced to succumb to the tiredness only food brings, you settled into the uncomfy frame, dwelling on those words before drifting off. 

‘Home, huh?’

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Something must have been in that food. 

Or maybe it was the drink he was so insistent that you finish. It might’ve been unintentional, to have a meal that had your whole body aching while having you fade in an out from a restless sleep. Plagued with nightmares of your time with the captive-mermaid Vain and your imagination’s retelling of your coworker’s end. Only this time, you couldn’t sit up and clutched your pillow in the comfort of your room. No you were in a cold, uncomfortable cell, unable to even hold yourself to rock yourself back to sleep. The only comfort you had was the apparent rocking of the ship.

The strange swaying of a boat on ocean waves could be equated to the comfort of a rocking babe or by the drunken driving of car in wild winds. Teetering between soothing and anxiety-inducing you didn’t fight your eyelids shutting in the darkness of the cell. Like a weighted ball and chain your consciousness began to slip, dipping deeper into the realm of sleep despite the outlying factors. The rocking. The muffled shouts. The roaring waves. 

It didn’t stop you from falling asleep once more.

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When you awoke again the aching in your limbs had subsided and you were able to sit up. Still feeling a haze of tiredness you hazingly collected the remnants of your spotted memory. Sluggishly you stood, leaning on the bunked beds to the small space of wall. You looked out the eyeglass, taking in the cloudless blue sky against the dark moving waters of the ocean. Blinking away from the myriad of blue you turned around, straightening up when you registered the crack in the door.

“V-vain?”

You couldn’t imagine this was done on purpose by the grody Captain who snarked about ‘not messing with the cargo.’ No doubt a strict but crooked sailor that was keen on getting paid, he reminded you of the executives at your job. Who would sooner put their life on the line then sully the ‘integrity’ of their objectives. Which fanned the festering nervousness in the deepness of your gut. 

With hesitation you stepped out only now registering the creaking wood against your bare feet. Leaning against the walls of the ship’s hull, scanning for any signs of life, you focused on the light coming from a swinging door. Finding no one it only urged you further to the light. Climbing the stairwell you couldn’t help but squint at the sudden exposure to the sun. Holding your hand up to shield your eyes as you scanned for some sign of life. Dropping your hand as you enjoyed the salty sea breeze, letting your eyes close as you relished in the sun’s heat.

“Ah I’m glad to see you up, I honestly didn’t expect you’ll be able to move.”

You turned swiftly fully aware of that inspid voice only to step back at his appearance.

He was a foot taller, his hair longer, and his skin had a tint of blue. His teeth were much sharper, making for a smile that was more intimidating then anything. 

“...You ate again didn’t you?”

He chuckled holding a finger to his chin, “Was it that obvious?”

He hopped a little, making you flinch. He laughed again stepping closer to you and you stepped back, bumping into the railing of the sailboat. Finned arms caged you in purposefully squeezing himself against your person, giving you a ghastly whiff of his breath. 

“How have you been feeling? Ready to go home?”

“H-home?”

“My home…our home silly-darling!” 

“Is that–”, you looked over your shoulder at the waving water.

A deep trill or something reverberated from his chest, feeling it within your own. Moving closer to you, you turned from him leaning as close as you could to the railing, unintentionally urging the Mer-man to tighten his hold around you. He put his head on your shoulder looking at your eyes as you glared at the sea. 

“It is.”

“But I can’t breathe underwater, you'll kill me…Is that what you wanted?”

He took a deep inhale against your skin, leaving you no room to pull away as he peppered your neck with kisses.

“Of course not, you’re ready enough.”

“W-what?!”

Before you could say anymore he easily wrapped his hands around your waist launching you into the water. Naturally you flailed in an attempt to tread but you weren’t aware of how hard it was to do that. Reaching out to the smiling Vain it wasn’t long before you fell under the water’s surface. Expecting to feel water feel your lungs you didn’t fight closing your eyes as you lost sight of the sun’s rays reaching through the water.

‘Hold on?’

You weren’t dead. You could breath. You could see. 

You attempted to move around but your legs and arms weren’t much help. Especially not in comparison to Vain who dived in with tails and dorsal fins swimming towards you with ease.

“Come on, (Y/n). You didn’t think I’d let you die like that easily, did you? You’re mine darling and I said we were going home…didn’t I?”

[pav-ia]

hi there!

if you're want to, could you write Yandere Pavia with a reader who knows that he's a yandere? [like they can outsmart him]

it's fine if you can't

,, cat and mouse ”

pavia x gn reader drabble

cw :: yandere, unhealthy obsession, reverse yandere(?), mutual pining but like in a fucked up way, dubious consent(kissing)

(hi anon i dont know if this is what u meant so lmk if u were envisioning smth different ! sorry this was short this draft has been rotting for days now)

you werent stupid. you heard the clicks of a camera whenever the sun hit you just right, you knew of the prying eyes that stared at you as you walked down the street, you knew who sent you bouquets and little pieces of jewelry.

but you didnt mind, of course.

you played dumb, so extremely well that he fell right for it.

you flashed him smiles, winks, cute waves. you loved seeing him absolutely fawn over you. maybe the unlocked window was unintentional too~

of course, your teasing started with a simple desire to be safe. you had trusted pavia, but now that youve seen his real colors, you werent so sure. you started by playing dumb so he wouldnt suspect anything, but as time went on you became more and more confident. you were playing a game of cat and mouse, and he thought he was the cat. (he wasnt ♡)

your nervousness around the dangerous man turned into a fascination at how far you could push him. falling into the cute traps hed set only made him more obsessed with you.

admittedly, your fascination turned into admiration, you loved how adorably stupid he was<3

when he kidnapped you, you played right into his cards.

“wh-where am i..?” youd ask in a shaky voice. trying so hard to be that sweet innocent thing he took you as. you already knew everything about his whole setup. he’d brought you to his home, you were in the bedroom that was closest to his own room, and you were blindfolded against the bed.

it was adorable how thrilled he was at your reaction..

he pulled the blindfold off of your eyes, his expression dangerous and dark. he pressed his lips to you, and you didnt even bother feigning surprise. you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you, melting into the kiss. it was desperate, needy and passionate, his hands finding your waist and your hands finding his hair. when he pulled away, he was panting and you were smirking.

“atta boy.” you chuckled, pulling him into another one.

oh shit, hes into that.

[jokingmisfit]

'First' Sights Part 2

Eobard Thawne x Reader

This a part 2 read part 1 first

Warnings- Main character deaths, fear, little description of gore

It was another twenty minutes when I got a message back saying they were sending him back now. With dread in my stomach I made my way back down to help ensure everything went according to plan.

Making my way down the corridor, I find it odd how quiet it is. Looking into the cortex I find a horrific scene. I find it hard to keep everything in my stomach as I stand in fear.

Blood splattered and slightly dried on the main desk. Screens are pulled up to the pipeline cell, which is empty. None of this was as horrific as Joe who laid on the floor leaned against the chair with his heart ripped out of his chest and a look of terror on his face.

Shakily I moved through the front of the cortex. An empty table sat holding a slouched Catlin. Her head rested against the table and her hand held tightly the pole next to her. Walking a bit closer I see the hole in her back… And her heart on the floor.

Where the hell is Cisco?

What the hell happened?

I ran down to the pipeline.

“Harry!” I scream out. “Barry!” I scream louder.

I finally find Harry laying against the wall. His hair is matted and there are dry tears on his face. There’s no holes in his clothes or skin, but there’s also no heartbeat or breath in his lungs. 

My breathing is ragged as I continue down the hall. I haven’t felt so tense, so emotional in a long time. A part of me feels like this isn’t real. A part of me doesn't believe they’re actually dead.

I make my way to the closing, but still there’s no evidence other than their bodies.

“Barry!” I scream out.

I could hear the echo before the wind hit me.

Red. The lightning was red.

I should’ve known Eobard did this…

I turn to face the man in yellow clad and watch him take off his cowl. His eyes glow with pride. His lips turn up in a snarky smile.

“There you are.” He says smiling. “Did you see your little gifts?”

“Where’s Barry?” I whisper.

“Don’t know, don’t care. He’s not important right now.” He says while slowly stepping towards me.

I shake my head in confusion. “You’re obsessed with him; what do you mean he doesn’t matter? I don’t get it… you. He, Barry, wouldn't have let you kill them.”

“Well Flash wasn’t quite fast enough.” Eobard softly grabs my arms. He tilts his head while looking at me.

“Why are you here, what could you have possibly gained from any of this?” My voice breaks at the end of my sentence.

I’ve never felt so helpless, so defeated, confused, and… hurt. I just don’t understand.

He shakes his head with a breathless laugh. “I had to come back to get you, silly girl. I couldn’t just leave you here alone could I?”

I rip my arms away from him. I raise my voice, “You said you didn’t love me! You told me you were faking, using me! You left!” I pause. “How do you even remember me? You, you aren’t the same Eobard I know. You’re not, you're not supposed to know me, so how d-”

“Of course I had to pretend you weren’t important. I needed things to go according to my plans… Then foolish Eddie thought he could be a hero. I had back ups however. I made one little contingency plan just for you.” He steps forward and grips my hands as he speaks. “I used the negative speed force to propel my memories of you and my plans to another version of myself. And once I received those memories I knew I needed to get my princess back.”

I couldn’t gather the words or thoughts. Eobard came back for me. Eobard loves me. Eobard killed all of my friends, but I didn’t actually like them. I didn’t care. It’s like a train. All of the emotions I’ve shut out, coming back.

Tears gathered in my eyes. My voice was broken and quiet, but I need to know. “You love me?”

The smile he gave could light the sky. “I love you.”

A deep breath and a look around. I smile.

“Then take me home, Eobard.”

[sweetcyberangel]

Blood runs thicker than water

Ellie Williams x Yandere!Siren!Reader

Synopsis: If only your call wasn't so addictive

Warnings: Violence, Ellie tries to kill you, Mentions of blood

Ellie has lost track of how long she has been desperately attempting to drown you out. To keep her composure, her control. To stop her body from reaching out to your gentle melody. It's futile. Her hands trace the switchblade under her soft pillow, the smell of sea salt invading her senses as veined fingers mark out the sharp edge. 

Step

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Step

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Step

With each step the sand parts under her feet, sinking them, dragging her in. She stares out at the darkness, two parallels. The night sky and the dark ocean. A toxic delusion of vision fooling her perception of where the universe could possibly end. Your voice hums louder, high and nauseating. Alluring and antagonizing. All seduction and symphony and suffocation. She swallows hard. Her grip tightens. You are a death trap, she knows it, so why can she not turn around? Block you out as she has been all these weeks? She shuffles her feet and begs them to turn back. It's futile.

You’re closer now, right? You can see her, you can feel her there. You have never wanted before, never longed. Your voice was always sharp claws awaiting to tear flesh, a lure in the same sense of an enticing worm on a hook. But your claws lay dormant, instead of tearing they twitch with the urge to possess. To drag her under like the treasure you horde. To keep her for yourself.

Soft splashes of water bring your attention to her steps into the water, something glinting in the moonlight, tired eyes that seem on edge. You call out to her once more, and her eyelids close. As much as she tries, it's impossible to place where you are. It’s as if the entire ocean is calling out to her, as if she’s in an echo chamber of her own execution song. So her eyes open once again. 

She sits down in the shallow water, knees bent and arms resting atop of them. Breathing in the sickly smell of the ocean, she sighs. The breeze is cool, the water is warm. It's oddly comfortable; as if it’s designed just for her. Well it is, isn't it? For the same reason she's being drawn out here in the first place. The same reason she has heard your harrowing call every night for too many weeks. You are breaking down her resolve. 

But she won't fall for it. She won't let her guard down. She will kill you right here if she has too.

The brush of scales against her legs makes her blood go cold, knuckles white as her grip tightens, cold metal stinging her palm. A flicker of white flashes past her and her vision darts frantically, unstable movements rimmed with desperation. Another sound, another movement, the flash of blood stained water begging to materialize out of more than just an imagine in her mind. 

Agony shoots through her spine as she is forced backwards, back meeting the sand, splashing in the water that is suddenly cold as ice, captured. Eyes shooting open she is met with your invasive silver ones. You are like a ghost, an otherworldly being, an ethereal spirit beyond anything one could conjure with their own human mind. It's not only your voice to draw her in now, but the piercing intensity of your eyes, your sharp teeth, the pallor of your complexion (as if all the blood had been drained from your body). Sharp claws dig into her shoulder and her instincts take over, she kicks you off of her, in a millisecond your positions are reversed. A chilling sensation grazes against your neck, the moonlight catching the glint of a blade held firmly in her grasp. It's her only figment of control. 

She should end this, stain the water a warm red and leave your body to the tide. Her eyes trace your skin, soft and wet, bare chest heaving up and down. It's lucky you have lungs instead of gills. She refuses to tear her eyes away from yours, urging herself over and over to press a little harder, drag her blade across your pretty skin. Yet her breathing calms, she shuts her eyes softly and scoffs. She can’t bring herself to, as if killing you would displease the gods, as if you are something holy.

 Would you understand her if she spoke? No, your people speak with a tongue of a different kind. Your communication with the auburn haired girl is all eyes, hands, deep breaths. She throws her switchblade to the side, planting her hands beside your head to hold herself up and she shakes her head. 

She shivers when a freezing hand caresses her face, her cheeks are warm and inviting despite her being only moments away from taking your life just seconds ago. Your eyes soften and she feels curiosity eating away at her, but she swallows it down. She can’t give in and allow you to infiltrate her thoughts more than you already have. Rising to her feet once more, she stands tall, towering over you.  

Her eyes are dark and hard to read, but you wonder if it's loneliness you see swirling beneath her hard exterior. You want to feel her warmth again, you want her to lay above you again… but she walks away. She picks her switchblade up off the sand, staring at it with contemplation before turning around to face you. 

‘Next time, I'm going to kill you.’ 

[gatorbites-imagines]

do you think you can do a yandere Jason todd x male reader x Yandere Dick Grayson if you want to that is your a great writer :)

Yandere Jason Todd x male reader x Yandere Dick Grayson

Headcanons

(i couldnt find a gif of just Jason and Dick, so have this one)

So, Jason and Dick are both yandere for the same person here, who’s got powers, cuz duh, I always make the reader a hero or meta. Readers related to Reverse flash, cuz hes one of my crazy meow meows.

I kinda went a little all over the place in the story with this, but I love the idea of speedster powers.

 -          You were called Mach 10, or that was your alter egos name anyways. In the beginning they had called you reverse kid flash since you were to Thawne what Wally was to Barry, except your relationship with Thawne was a lot more confusing.

-          You weren’t sure where you even started, what year you were from, or what reality for that matter, and neither was Thawne. But he saw you had his exact powers, looked like him, at least a little, so he took you under his wing and brought you with him.

-          Thawne is in no way a good person, whatsoever, but he didn’t force you to follow his path. You didn’t have a reason for what you did like Thawne, but part of you liked the feeling of your powers and how strong you were, so you also did crime, though not to the same scale as your father figure.

-          This didn’t mean you were all evil though. You saw yourself as greyer or rather a darker grey. You helped when people were in mortal danger, sometimes, and you always helped if the world was in danger or similar.

-          You could even be convinced to work alongside the flashes, though they were wary of you in the beginning, until you all actually got closer, and you became allies with the likes of Wally or Bart, though they weren’t the biggest fans of your villainy, they knew they couldn’t stop you for the most part.

-          And as long as you weren’t actually hurting people, or you only were hurting actually evil people, they could look past it in a similar way to the league looking past the outlaws and their behavior. Of course, you’d killed innocent people too, you weren’t without flaws, but they didn’t have to know that.

 -          The first time you used your powers to your full potential and jumped through and altered time, or jumped to different dimensions, Thawne was so proud and the two of you went out for ice cream to celebrate.

-          This new world was very similar to your own, and the league of this world must have felt the ripple in the speedforce or reality itself, as the ice cream shop you and Thawne were sitting in soon had a couple of heroes outside.

-          Your father figure rolled his eyes so hard you couldn’t help but giggle, and you two kept on eating your treat as this dimensions Flash cautiously made his way inside, seemingly recognizing Thawne at the very least, though you gave you some wary looks.

-          As the two men talked you ended up speeding outside to get some air, and since you grew extremely bored listening to them discuss why you were here, what you wanted, etc. etc. You flashed past the other heroes outside and decided to check out the different cities this dimension had to offer.

-          As the heroes panicked, Thawne just waved his hand and told them you were fine since you didn’t have a bloodlust like he did, and you were more like a dog hyped up on the speedforce checking out a new patch of grass.

-          Of course none of them trusted Thawne, but its not like anyone but Barry could really keep up with you, and as Thawne left saying you’d leave when you were done, they decided to keep an eye on you instead.

 -          One thing led to another, and you ended up in Gotham, sitting on the edge of a rooftop watching the gloomy city go about their life. Every now and then you’d catch some people glancing up at you, as your bright yellow suit stood out very brightly across the dark city.

-          Your suit was very similar to Thawnes, though you had added your own quirks to it, and the suit had more black mixed with some red patterns, though it was clear your inspiration was from Reverse Flash and not Flash.

-          It was when you were debating on ransacking a store for all their snacks that you noticed this dimensions Red Hood fighting a large number of enemies. He was limping and was struggling to keep up, so you could under assume he had been at this for a while.

-          Shrugging you decided to help, since Red Hood was the only bat you got along with in your universe. With a crackle of black and red lightning, you flashed on over and took out the enemies with ease.

-          You had to hold back from not killing them since you knew the bat wouldn’t be very happy about that, and you remembered Red Hood from your universe didn’t kill as much anymore.

-          Turning around you watched as Red Hood collapsed to his knee with a pained groan, blood vividly pouring down his torso and onto the rooftop.

 -          Jason had no idea who you were or where you came from, but he was too messed up from his fight to do much as you walked over and picked him up like he weighed nothing. Then you sped somewhere else, one of his safehouses that seemed to be the same as the one in your original dimension, and you patched him out.

-          He passed out from blood loss, but when he woke up again you were still there, sitting on his couch watching tv like you owned the place. Seeing as he was awake you went and checked up on him, making sure he wasn’t dying or anything.

-          That’s when Jason finally demanded to know who the hell you were, or how you knew about his safehouse. You just laugh and reach up to push you cowl off, introducing yourself as Mach 10, and saying you were just a visitor from a different dimension.

-          Jason would never admit it but the moment he saw your face the seeds of obsession were sown, and as you stuck around for the rest of the day you two started talking and found out you had a lot in common.

-          And when you didn’t judge him for his violent ways and he learned you resorted to violence and murder as well, he felt some kind of kinship with you, only deepening the already brewing obsession and love.

-          You end up figuring out the Red Hood of this world never stopped using real bullets, he just kills less than before, but still puts and end to the lives of the worse kinds of people.

 -          After that, much to Batman’s annoyance, you stuck around Gotham, though you mainly stuck around Crime Alley. You started to become Red Hoods terrifying yellow shadow. There were rumors you were some kind of opposite to Signal, but they people saw your use of speed, and it became obvious you weren’t a bat.

-          You had never been one much for boundaries, so when Jasons obsession grew over time and he started to touch you like grabbing you, holding your hand or carrying you around you just let him, knowing you could snap him in half if you needed too.

-          You weren’t the best influence as your own moral compass wasn’t the best, but Crime Alley had never been more safe for the innocent, and you started to actually gather admirers amongst the civilian population.

-          Jason never spoke of how jealous or sick it made him feel to see people cheer for you or take your hand to thank you for saving them. But people never got too far in their hero worship, as you always did something the normal population found terrifying, placing you right back in the untouchable category.

-          But seeing you use the speedforce to rip apart someones atoms or watch you vibrate at a frequency that allowed you to control people, it made people back away and only admire and fear you from a distance.

-          But for Jason it only made you more attractive, and watching you vibrate or as sparks of lightning shot off your body, it only made Jason feel hot under the collar. His obsession with you grew to the point where he would neglect his duties as the Red Hood if you weren’t going out as well, so he could spend more time with you.

 -          Before you arrived Jason had kept up some kind of contact with the batfam since he was lonely or might need support at times, but now that you were there he pretty much stopped all contact as you were all he needed.

-          This worried the bats, but not enough for most of them to do anything about it, except for Dick who decided he needed to get to the bottom of this. So he went to Crime Alley to check on Jason and you.

-          When Dick first met you he couldn’t help but notice how bright and carefree you were, like the weight of the world meant absolutely nothing to you, and looking at you and your powers that might be the truth.

-          But he also couldn’t help but notice how Jason seemed to tense up as he shook your hand, or how his younger brothers hand seemed to be twitching for his gun whenever Dick got a little too close to you.

-          Dick hadn’t ever really been the most mentally stable person, especially in this new dimension he seemed even more unstable in a sense, as he grew interested in you and seemed to ignore the obvious danger that Jason was to him.

-          In the beginning it was just a curious interest for Dick, but like Jason the moment he saw your face the first time without your cowl, his heart stuttered, and his face went red, and he felt like he had to have you.

 -          Like with Jason you did very little to disapprove of his behavior, letting Dick hug you whenever he wanted, or leaving the trackers you knew they both placed on you, knowing your lightning would break them at some point.

-          Dick went out of his way to learn all your interests, and buying you more gifts than you knew what to do with, he might even use his connection to the league to get you speedster based gear that you could use.

-          Jasons jealousy became worse as he clung to you, his eyes pretty much always a constant bright green as pit rage burned in his chest as he watched Dick try to charm you and steal you from him.

-          Up until they point Jason hadn’t made a move on you romantically, but when he saw Dick bring you a brand new herosuit, one that when you put it on hugged your body even more than the last one, he decided enough was enough.

-          It was especially the way Dick seemed to look all over your body in your new suit, or how Dicks hands wandered over your body to “check out that the suit fit” and how he knew Dick kept pictures and recordings of you.

-          Jason hoped Dicks interest would disappear when he watched you mind control someone to kill their entire family and then themselves, as multiple members of the family were innocent or children.

-          But to Jasons extreme annoyance, Dick only seemed to get more interested or feel more drawn to you. Jason was happy you didn’t pay much attention to other people, or else you might have noticed how Dick was aching for you like a cat in heat as he watched you rip out someone’s lungs using the speedforce.

 -          They both knew they couldn’t keep you locked up, they couldn’t even threaten you as you were so much more powerful than them, and you weren’t dumb enough to manipulate.

-          No matter how many plans Jason cooked up, he couldn’t figure out a way to keep you as his and his alone, until one night it just became too much.

-          A woman you had just saved from a criminal pressed up against you, hands rubbing your chest as she told you she could thank you in the best way, but before you could laugh in her face, Jason had shot her.

-          As you turned to look at him in confusion Jason crowded close to you, ripping of his helmet to grab your face and force his lips onto yours. You could easily have broken both his arms, but you didn’t find Jason annoying to be around, so you kissed him back.

-          Jason was over the moon as you kissed him back, his legs growing weak as he started moaning and whimpering against your lips, his knees completely giving out as your tongues clashed, resulting in you having to hold him up.

-          What you both didn’t realize was that Dick had been following you, and had seen the kiss which was enough to snap what little bit of sanity he had left as possessiveness burned so brightly in his chest.

-          He followed you both back to Jasons place where he confronted you two as you got inside, and you were just confused as the two bats started fighting both physically and with words. But when their fighting got a little too extreme you pulled them apart.

-          Dick ended up grabbing you and pulling you close so he could kiss you too, forcing his tongue between your lips as you could taste blood from where Jason must have busted his lip. Jason yelled in rage and tried to fling himself at Dick again, but you just grabbed him and held him against your side.

 -          Where Jason had grown weak in his knees and almost soft at the kisses, Dick seemed to grow controlling, the grip he had on you growing tight to the point it would have hurt a normal person.

-          When the kiss started to feel like you were being devoured by some animal you forced Dick to step back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you told him to control the slobbering.

-          Both Dick and Jason still fought a lot for you, but they also knew they’d have to kill one another to get the other to leave, but you liked them both as a person, so they put up with each other’s presence.

-          They even started sharing the pictures or videos they had, or their collection of stolen items they had taken from you, where dicks most prized possession was your last suit, and Jasons was the original clothes you had been wearing underneath the suit when you first arrived.

-          Dick grew more violent during his patrols as he became almost illusioned by his possessive obsession to you, that he couldn’t let these criminals walk around as they’d want to take you from him or would taint you. This resulted in Dick also cutting most contact with the batfam and the league, as he and Jason were too busy worshipping your very existence.

-          They were both extremely clingy, both inside and outside of suits, and they loved to buy you things or to always be touching you. And though they hated your powers at times since they could never get the upper hand, they both loved how strong you were, or how cruel you were to criminals or just anybody that got in your way.

 -          But one day came that you were growing bored of this dimension, and though you did care for Jason and Dick, you wanted to be on your way and even return to your original dimension.

-          You weren’t a good person, and since you’d never officially put a name on what you were with the two bats, you just packed up what few things you needed on a rare day neither of them were there, put on your suit, left a note, and left using the speedforce.

-          When Dick and Jason realize you left, they both in their delusional minds think there must have been some reason you left, that maybe Thawne forced you or something happened in your original universe.

-          You were the only thing keeping them a little stable, so with you gone they both pretty much lose it and hurt and kill anybody in their way to get you back, which ends up with them finding some gear or machine that uses the speedforce.

-          They somehow had something of yours that is connected to you or your presence in the speedforce that means they can zero the machine in on you, and take them to you. So with the league in shambles around them, they abandon their original Dimension and step into your original dimension, on their search for you so they can stand by you once more.

[mint-yooxgi]

No Escape - Yandere!Trickster Entitity!Seonghwa X Reader

Yandere AU & Trickster Entity AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Seonghwa X Reader

Words: 1,100

Warnings: Violence and blood. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: So, here’s that little Drabble idea I had!! It was inspired by a video I saw of Ateez’s Halloween Wonderland performance where someone reversed Seonghwa falling to the ground in the end so it looks like he just pops the fuck right back up, and I was like hmmmmm, anyways... enjoy this short little Drabble!

The sound of your heavy footfalls echo around the hallway as you race down the corridor. Every breath you take burns your lungs, throat feeling as if it’s been scraped raw as you desperately attempt to catch your breath, eyes flitting around every corner for an opening to escape.

You have no idea how your friends and you ended up in this horror house. All you do know, is that you’re slowly being hunted down one by one.

There were seven of you in the beginning, but now? Now, there’s only Three. Two that are currently being hunted down by the third. Hunted by someone who you thought was your friend.

You can’t even remember the last time you saw Ricky. You just hope to all hell that he’s alive, and that he’s already managed to find a way out of this hell hole.

You can still hear his voice echoing throughout your head, telling you to run, and knowing he was right behind you until you rounded a corner. Then, suddenly, it was like the house had a mind of its own, and you were running down the hall with only the sound of your single footsteps to keep you company.

That, and the sound of that awful maniacal laughter.

“Darling,” his voice echoes, seemingly inside of your head as you skid to a stop right in front of a dead end. “You know there’s no escape from me.”

Your chest heaves, shoulders rising and falling with the intensity of your breaths as you scan the area for any potential exit. Unfortunately for you, you’re trapped.

As soon as you turn around, you see him, and a fear unlike any other takes hold.

“Seonghwa,” you pant, eyes going wide as you take in his new appearance.

A pleasant shiver runs up his spine. “I love it when you say my name.”

Red covers his once white jacket in splatters, staining the material in the blood of his victims. A bright red, which matches the symmetrical lines slashed vertically right down both of his eyes, as if they are markings. Branding him with his true nature.

A malicious smile stretches across his features, only accentuating the blood he’s smeared over his lips. A moment later, his tongue darts out to taste the substance, a pleased hum escaping him.

“I told you I would find you,” his pale blue eyes flash excitedly in what little light that is left to illuminate the hallway. “After all, I always win.”

You swallow thickly, doing whatever you can to keep your entire body from trembling for the moment.

“I thought I told you that I wasn’t going to play this sick, twisted game of yours,” you spit, backing yourself even further against the wall to get as far away from him as possible.

“Oh, but sweetheart,” he coos out the name almost lovingly, “the moment you met me you fell victim to my games, whether you know it or not. I caught you, fair and square,” the grin he wears stretches wider across his face, “and now, it’s time I claim my prize.”

He licks his lips, those luminescent eyes of his flashing wildly once more as he takes a step towards you.

Your heart pounds in your chest, and at the way his gaze flicks downwards slightly, you can just tell he can hear the sound loud and clear. You freeze.

In the blink of an eye, Seonghwa collapses to the ground in front of you, an axe protruding from his back.

Lifting your gaze, you see Ricky standing there, panting as he stares at you with wide eyes.

“What are you waiting for?” He yells, expression frantic and whole body tense. “Let’s go!”

You do not need to be told twice.

Rushing over to Ricky, he catches you in his arms. He gives you a quick once over, eyes scanning your figure as his hands rest on your shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

You only have the strength to nod your head, voice failing you for the moment as you prepare yourself to begin running back down the way you came.

Only, the expression of pure horror that paints Ricky’s face has you turning around in an instant.

Your gaze lands on Seonghwa’s body, which seems to be spasming on the ground. Then, in the blink of an eye, as if someone pulls his entire body up by a string, Seonghwa stands back to his feet. His back is turned to you, and you can only watch on in terror as he reaches behind himself to pull the axe out of his back.

Turning around to face you once more, Seonghwa tilts his head, almost mockingly, at Ricky. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“When I say ‘run’, you run.” Ricky whispers lowly into your ear.

A single, subtle nod from you is all he gets in response.

“Run!”

The second you turn around, it’s as if your whole body is frozen to your spot. You can only watch on in horror as Ricky realizes you’re not following him, causing him to turn halfway down the hall and look at you with a newfound fear in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, Darling,” Seonghwa whispers lowly into your ear, his touch trailing lowly over your back and causing a shiver to caress your spine. “This will only take a second.”

A blink, and he’s in front of Ricky. Another, and the axe is now embedded in your best friend’s head, his body crumpling to the floor as his blood begins to spill from his skull.

Seonghwa turns once more to face you, an unnerving smile stretching across his features as he chuckles.

“Ah,” he sighs, eyes falling shut in bliss, “alone at last.”

His approach is slow, purposely drawn out as you are forced to stand there, frozen in your spot. It’s as if he has control over your body, for you find you cannot even tear your eyes away from him as he continues to stalk towards you. Like a predator approaching their prey.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” his voice is barely above a whisper as he comes to stand in front of you. His one hand comes up to cup the side of your face, thumb smearing the fresh blood on his hands over your cheek as he brushes over it affectionately. Those pale blue eyes of his flit over every feature of your face, committing it all to memory, just like this victorious moment in time. He smirks. “Finally, you’re mine.”

[stimboardofatourneykid]

Hey there!!! I’m cookie, and here is my carrd ! You may or may not have heard me from my other blogs, @numberonebestratedstimboard or @birthday-stims .

This is my new stimboard account since I really like almost clean slates!

I do stimboards, self care kits, and stimboards!

Below are my whitelisted and blacklisted fandoms, although I will do just about any fandom!

Whitelisted:

Diary of a tourney kid/There is no tournament name/Winning the Tournament/Just any SoundCloud tournament at this point

Reverse 1999

Regretevator

Cookie Run

Mario and the Music Box

HfjONE/BURNER/It’s Time For The/any object show

Baldi’s Basics in Education and Learning

Alan’s Scene Party/ Lacey’s Flash Games

Vocaloids/Vocaloid related works

Twisted Wonderland

Law of Talos /endzone

Blacklisted

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

South Park

Alfred’s Playhouse

Your Boyfriend

Yandere Simulator

Stranger Things

The Dream SMP

That is all, request away!

[zoobus]

God the Reverse Flash compilation is exploding my need for scorpion and the frog type meta stories. I have a physiological need to see different writers, different styles, different genres, different skill levels, different execution abilities taking on the same idea over and over again. An anthology on the time traveler who lives just to be your #1 hater. I need to see yandere borderline hentai next to an allegory for regret and learning to forgive yourself next to a REALLY uninformed and ableist story about giving the flash psychosis. Just an absolute clunker side by side with the story you really needed to hear. I need that.

[battlemaiden13]

Master List 6

@anybodysflopspot Was kind enough to make my master list 6??? like they put it in my submissions which was awesome and cool and they did an amazing job! Thank you so much? I, this is awesome Anyway have your next master list  

Yandere WARNING: some Yandere concept might be unsettling for audiences, please read warnings before proceeding with answers

S/o is a twin

Unintentionally inconvenient S/o

"Someone's" stalking skellies interest

S/o likes extreme hide and seek

Is bad at hide and seek (inside the house)

S/o doesn't like gore

Yandere crush confesses to skelly

Timeline reset

Reserved S/o who fights back when scared

How long does it take for the skellies to fall for MC

Shared soulmate with all 6

S/o kills skelly

Soulmate presses Skelly into their chest to comfort them

S/o initiates smexy times

Brothers sharing a S/o

Yandere reader courts the boys with serial murder

Mc disappears without a trace

MHA Au: "Would you want to date a professional Hero or Villian"

The skellies interest escaping with their best friend

Most to least likely to manipulate s/o

Running into Mc naked

Punishments

S/o with a sensory processing disorder

Mc snaps at skeleton

S/o hurt by accident

Stalkers Tango

Meant to be Yours moment

Mc tricks the skellies

Mc is a bitty

Paraplegic Mc

Skellies crush shrine dedicated to them

S/o breaks down from stress 

Mc is a kid

Mc flashes skellies to get out of trouble

Love at first sight but make it yandere

Walks right past S/o

Mc hiding in cupboard

SFW Headcanons

Inconsolable Y/n

Swap Boys: Reserved but smooth S/o

S/o has trouble eating some days

Soulmate in traveling circus

Traveling circus soulmate wants to stay in touch

S/o from the Addams family

S/o with Yolo-ish attitude to life

Lego date

Friend attacked by anti-monster activist

Brothers S/o has high LV

S/o scared of the dark

How the boys like to be hugged

Soulmate shot in drive by

Submissive and breedable

Singing is S/o's love language

In love with their best friend

Has an inconsistent memory

Love at first sight

How to make the boys genuinely smile

Cuddly emotional drunk S/o

S/o wants the wall side

Classic and Fell Sans: Crush is suddenly less physically affectionate

S/o gets shirt stuck on their head

Skellies kid bites

S/o's ex was a mage

Swapfell boys with a cheerful yet slightly terrifying S/o

Somewhat Tsundere S/o wants to cuddle

S/o uses trash to make models

S/o who showers skelly with praise

S/o has gothic older brother

Dirty minded S/o shy when it comes to romance

Depressed S/o sings "Before You Go" reversed cover

S/o with similar or opposite personality

Friend stitches them a blanket

Jealous S/o

Favourite cuddling positions

Kiss attack from S/o

S/o is a kitsune

Skeletons mental health

Younger skeletons brotherly memories

Housemate sneaks out to party

S/o has bad day and needs cuddles and sleep

S/o boops

Small S/o asks skelly to lay on them

S/o suffers with binge eating disorder

Instruments and favorite genre

Interactions with the mirrortale bros

Reserved S/o

S/o with severe dermatillomania

S/o doesn't want to know their soul trait

Skellies opinions on musicals

Opinions on horror games

Puppy love S/o

S/o loves the horror genre

S/o who loves sleepy cuddles

Scared S/o

Playful tipsy S/o

S/o at breaking point with a friend

S/o with body dysmorphia surrounding eating

Drunk S/o gushes about skelly

Mc doesn't like extended guests

S/o or brother is in hospital

Skelly's kid playing with a cup

Stubborn sick S/o

Flat tire

Memory and Rhythm, Best to worst

Skellies transformed into animals

S/o reveals pregnancy 

Boys beach day outfit

Ice skating talent

Skellies go to jail unfairly

Skellies favorite drinks

S/o with arachnophobia

Royal AU 

Royal Fae Soulmate

Soulmate who instantly likes the skelly

Miscellaneous-ish? 

Bad Guy Sanses headcanons

House Next Door Specifically

Mc passes out drunk at the HND (Pft Oranges no!) 

Mc's brothers meeting the mafia bros

Mc walks into the room (sequel to Brothers meeting the mafia)

Reaction to mafia bros getting Mc fired

Reaction to Mc being a part of Clovercorp

Skeletons feelings for Mc as of Ch80

Mc does the Lilifilm #3 dance

Skeletons feelings for Mc as of Ch91

Nsfw Headcanons 

S/o was a child soldier

S/o cannot handle conflict

Unexpected trouble with first time together

Bratty sub S/o

Dom-drop, Sub-drop

Biting kink

How could Mc unintentionally turn the HND boys on?

Bratty S/o says those famous words "Make me"

Turn ons for the skeletons while cuddling