#yandere reverse flash x reader

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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

.

Step

.

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.’ 

[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.”

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere! DC Comics Masterlist

Multiple Characters

- Yandere! Platonic! Superman vs Yandere! Platonic! Batman (INJUSTICE) (Platonic - Rivalry) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Bruce Wayne/Batman

- Yandere! Injustice 2! Bruce Wayne/Batman with Runaway Hero! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Bruce Wayne/Batman Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Batman/Bruce Wayne Concept (INJUSTICE) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Injustice! Batman Prompts 4, 49, 62 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Nightwing/Dick Grayson

- Yandere! Nightwing with Villain! Darling (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Starfire

- Yandere! Starfire Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Jason Todd/Red Hood

- Yandere! Jason Todd/Red Hood Prompts 15 + 16 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Arkham! Jason Todd/Arkham Knight Prompts 31 + 50 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Damian Wayne/Robin

- Yandere! Injustice! Damian Wayne Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Injustice! Damian Wayne Prompts 1, 22, 54 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Selina Kyle/Catwoman

- Yandere! Arkham! Catwoman (Selina Kyle) Concept (Platonic -> Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Joker

- Mentor - Unfinished Yandere! Joker x Fem! Reader Book (Romantic) [FEMALE]

- Yandere! Joker with Hero! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

The Batman Who Laughs

- Yandere! The Batman Who Laughs/Bruce Wayne (Earth-22) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Riddler

- Yandere! Edward Nashton (Riddler) Concept (Arkham Knight) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Arkham Knight! Riddler V-Day Prompts 26 and 30 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere Alphabet - Arkham Knight! Riddler (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Arkhamverse! Self-Aware! Riddler (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Killer Croc

- Yandere! Waylon Jones/Killer Croc with Arkham Asylum Intern! Darling (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow

- Yandere! Injustice! Scarecrow with Former Apprentice! Darling (Platonic/Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- General Yandere! Scarecrow Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Harley Quinn

- Yandere! Arkham! Harley Quinn Concept (Primarily Arkham Knight) (Platonic -> Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Injustice! Harley Quinn with Darling who works with Batman (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Eobard Thawn (Reverse Flash)

- Yandere! Eobard Thawn (Reverse Flash) Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Two-Face/Harvey Dent

- Yandere! Arkhamverse! Two-Face Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

[6rookie-writer0110]

I kinda want to request 2 for harry potter with Hermione X Slytherin Male Reader

a Hermione X Yandere Male Reader headcannon with Reader being a kind and selfless person that won't hurt a fly but actually Reader is killing Hermione's bullies and the death eater kids

another with Hermione X Male Reader who's a pureblood Slytherin in a secret relationship with Hermione and when the war breaks out Reader becomes a spy for her and the order and sabotage the plans and blaming someone else and probably giving a big speech like it was me (I'm basing this one from the reverse flash meme)

Wow 😮 😮😮😳😳😳 I will see what I can do

[jokingmisfit]

‘First’ Sights Part 1

~Based on season 2 episode 11 Eobard meets the reader for the first time. This is loosely based and does have quite a twist on things.~

Eobard x Reader

Warnings- Mentions of mourning lost love, mentions of betrayal, Reader doesn’t really like Barry, mentions of the reader wanting to die

Part 2 Coming tomorrow!

Sometimes it felt like she couldn’t breathe. Other times it felt like there was too much to feel, to feel at all.

After losing her husband because of his own betrayal, to watching him get wiped from existence itself, to Barry Allen's insults and berating, to a new Harrison Wells, and back to the prior issues.

She hated. It’s all she could feel anymore. After all, why keep feeling when you could just stop. If only she could stop the hate.

She hated Eobard Thawne. She hated that he was gone.

She hated Barry Allen. She hated the Flash.

She hated Team Flash. She hated Harrison Wells #2.

She hated living. She hated herself. She hated life.

Despite this, she kept fighting. She kept pushing. She stayed with the team and helped in every way she could.

She helped Barry learn to walk again.

She helped Cisco develop new technology.

She helped Harry get his daughter back.

She helped save life after life, still she felt nothing but hate. Every time someone got hurt or cried in her arms, she’d do anything to help; she’d pretend to feel whatever they needed because if she continued like normal maybe, just maybe, she’d be “normal” again.

She played the game well. She played it well enough that none of them noticed the frigid look in her eyes. Ever since him her heart was vacant. She felt hollow and if anyone were to notice the way she was when there were no eyes on her they’d know what she was.

Everyday she grew harder. More and more roughness around her edges. She was a shard of glass. She wondered what would shatter what was left of her broken soul.

That’s what she was wondering when she got the call.

~

I watched it ring. I always do. I don’t really care who’s in trouble this time, it’s just another thing to do. Another thing to distract me till something else comes to do the same.

It’s a tiring cycle. There was always a way to end this cycle, but I’m too stubborn to give life that kind of satisfaction. 

Answering the call, I put it on speaker. 

“What is it this time Cisco?” 

I hear him sigh shakily, “Um we need you to get here, like now. I don’t have time to explain it, just get here please.”

Before I even answer he’s hung up the phone. I wonder what’s so important he had to call me. They never really do that.

I get in my car and make it to the Lab in 20 minutes. When I walk in I’m met with immediate chaos.

“Where have you been?” Harrison asks, “ Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

I kept walking in as we spoke. “No not really... Cisco called ‘n said I needed to get here then hung up.”

He paused. Stopping me he held me in that spot.

“It’s Thawne, he’s not the same one you remember but one from before he ever came back here.” A beat, “He got pulled in through one of the portals.”

I could feel his eyes ripping through my own. I could feel his hands gently laying on my wrists. I could feel my hands shake in the grip.

My dead husband’s not so dead. I didn’t know what feelings were creeping up on me, but I pushed them down.

I tear my hands away from him with a deep breath. “Why should I care? Hm? You pull me in here just to tell me this-”

Before I can finish he cuts me off. “We called you here because we need you to convince him to help us send him back.”

“That’s stupid,” I say tiredly. “He doesn’t know me. You’ll have a better chance with the Flash asking him.”

“We’re still trying to convince Allen he needs to send Thawne back. And as much as I’m sure it bothers you, he spent years with you enough that he married you.”

“Enough that he lied and faked being someone else? Enough that he threatened to kill me?”

“Honestly, do you think he would have. I can’t imagine spending all that time with someone, being so intimate and not feeling anything.” Harrison says, searching my eyes.

“That’s cause you’re not a sociopath Harrison… Eobard is.” I whisper.

After so much time having all this emotion to hit me so suddenly was making my normal roughness waver. I could see Harrison struggle; he’s never seen me show much emotion, yet here I am slipping up in front of him.

I sigh as he remains silent. “There’s no winning in this… Let’s just get it done with.”

Pursing his lips he nods and walks off.

After a few minutes I get my stuff put up and we head down to the pipeline.

“Why are we keeping him down here? I get doing it before because he didn’t have all his speed back then, but this time… Why doesn’t he just phase through the glass like Barry had Oliver do that one time?” I say skeptically.

Harrison seems to debate what I say for a moment. “I don’t know.”

Not the answer I was expecting from him but I’m not going to argue. I really don’t care all that much. I told Eobard the day he left I never wanted to see him again. I remember he screamed at me;  it was a maudlin plea. Point being, if he escapes then I won’t have to see him. He’ll never even know I was here.

Luck never really was on my side however. Walking into the pipeline the first thing my eyes catch is that yellow suit. I assume the only reason he’s standing so purposefully right now is because he heard Harrison and I make our descent to him.

I wanted to look anywhere else but those blue eyes held something far deeper than I had anticipated. He looked like he wanted to eat me whole. He also, however, looked relieved like a man who was finally able to breathe again.

In my attempt to gain some control over the situation I had decided to bring my tablet. After every big bad we catch I do a psychological evaluation to see where they should get placed. That’s why here and now I decided I would play the same role I always had, even if I'm trying to get different results.

He said nothing as Harrison and I stepped closer to the glass cell. After checking the cell's status I nodded for Harrison to leave the room.

I finally spoke. “My name is Y/n. I’m here to do a standard psychological evaluation, the more you comply the quicker I can leave you alone. Please don’t lie,” I say looking into his eyes, “I can tell when you are. If everything is clear we can begin.”

Eobard looked shocked, his blonde eyebrows raising slightly with a hint of a smile.

“Given you’ve said nothing I’m assuming we can begin.” I blink blankly at him. “What’s your full legal name?”

I look up at him. “You already know it, and if you don’t then why would I tell you?” He replies smoothly.

Sighing I roll my eyes. “This isn’t for me, it's to make sure you know it.”

“Please, this idiotic. I expected more from you.” He complains.

Anger fills me as my thin patience unravels. “If you want to get home Eobard I insist you comply. Alright?” I ask sharply.

“Who said I wanted to go back just yet.” Eobard says inquisitively.

“Why wouldn’t you want to go back, you spent quite a bit of time trying to before, now you don't?” I ask back.

He leans on the wall of his cell, settling his arms into place in front of his chest.

“There’s something I need to collect before I can go back. I get it, I leave. Simple as that.”

“What is it that you want from this time period, Thawne?” I question sighing.

“As much as I’d love to tell you, it’s much too soon for that little one.” He smiles, almost, warmly.

The pet-name made me stiff. I remember when he called me that, he only did after we got married, only did it in private. He always said it’s the first pet-name he ever thought of for me, It made me feel sick.

“First, don't call me that.” As hard as I tried my voice still wavered as I spoke. “Second, you aren't getting anything you want while in that cell, so if you really want whatever it is you’re gonna have to go home without it.” I spoke frigidly.

“This little cell isn’t going to stop me, pet, and you know that.” He moves off the wall, smiling. 

“Listen, I don’t really care what you want… I just want you to go away.” I look down. “Clearly you’re coherent enough and aware of your surroundings and actions. That's all I needed to chart, so I’ll go ahead and leave you alone.” I say smiling bitterly.

Before he could say more I turned to walk out. I could hear him call for me to come back, could hear him scream my name, but I couldn’t turn around. The tears burned my eyes. I haven’t cried since the night I had officially lost him. I haven’t cried, but here I was running down the halls trying not to completely shatter on the ground.

I made my way up to the roof when I finally took a breath. Shaking I sent a text to Harrison simply stating, ‘he wont leave till he gets something he wont tell me what it is,’ hitting send I decide to send one more message, ‘be careful.’

[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.

[sukratyaropia24]

Introduction!

Hello!

So this is going to be my introduction for my account and for any submissions/suggestions too

This account is going to be mainly filled with written Fics and maybe reposts as well.

The name's Summer and I play th4 following: :}

Genshin Impact, Identity V, Dislyte, Arknights, Obey me & Obey me: Nightbringer, Project Sekai, Honkai Starrail, and some Yandere VNs(SWWSDJ, My Dear Hatchet Man, John Doe, and many more)

Maybe asks as well.

The other things I might add is that:

I may or may not post things once in many days since of school/class.

Some of the Fics I will write may or may not be OC or maybe off character.

I'm going to often stick to gn!reader and doesn't specify the type of body.

Reader/(Y/N) might have much more of a calm 'idgaf' type personality.

Now that's out of the way time to talk about for the submissions:

Fandoms:

Creepypasta

Genshin Impact

Arknights

VN Game characters(Yandere ones like SWWSDJ, John Doe, My Dear Hatchet Man, etc.)

Yandere Simulator(Mostly Male!Rivals or males vers)

Yuyu Hakusho(Anime Series characters)

Dislyte

Undertale/Aus

Welcome Home/Wally Aus(Fluff and ONLY FLUFF here)

Obey me(First one)

Obey me: Nightbringer

Identity V(Mostly know survivors but the hunters are fine too)

Cells at Work!

Bungou Stray Dogs

Honkai Starrail

Honkai Impact(I only know a few but ask and I'll take research :D)

Assassination Classroom

Angels of Death

High-rise Invasion

Hypnosis Mic

Trese

Attack on Titan

Ultraman(Netflix Film)

Kakegurui

DC Titans

Marvel(Any whether Avengers, X-men, etc)

Umbrella Academy(Season 1-2, I haven't finished the whole series)

The Flash(Seasons 1-4)

Mobile Legends

What I will do and won't:

I will do:

-Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst to Fluff, reverse comfort

-Tropes/Au(Ex. Enemies-To-Lovers, Modern, Sagau/Self-aware Au, etc.)

-Specific/Requested type of reader, but not too specific.

-Kinks(Dacrphilia, foreplay, Sub/Dom, bondage, leashes/collars, Vore(Only pred!reader tho), etc)

-Dom!Reader, Switch!Reader or Soft Dom!Reader!

-Many characters/Poly with reader(Character x Reader X Character type)

-Full Angst

-A/B/O, but mostly will do Alpha!Reader

I won't do:

-Non-con, Incest, Zoophilia, Maps, Etc.

-Sub!Reader & Omega!Reader

Thank you,

Summer out!

[anxiousnerdwritings]

"You don't really think that they'll keep you safe, do you?" For romantic eobard thawne/reverse flash please 🥺

29. "You don't really think they'll keep you safe, do you?"

You had already slipped through his fingers once, Eobard wasn't going to allow it to happen a second time. After all, he had vowed to come back for you, and he'd keep coming back if it meant finally having you all to himself. He had spent so long pushing himself to his limits just so he could ensure you wouldn't slip away again, that you wouldn't be taken away from him again. Eobard wasn't going to leave without you, he'd never stop until he had you in his arms again.

He didn't have much time or patience for anyone other then you, especially those runts you ran away to. Did you honestly believe that they could protect you? Especially from him? The thought alone always brought a laugh out of him! Just imagining the look on Barry and his friends faces when he popped up again would be so worthwhile, but not as worthwhile as seeing you again.

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You couldn't be serious?! They were keeping you safe in Star Labs!?! Couldn't they have thought of a much better and safer place to keep you?

Eobard couldn't have been more frustrated. If they're trying to keep you safe wouldn't they at least put some fucking effort into it?!? They were protecting you after all, they were protecting his most important thing in life and they hadn't even picked a good place to put you! Sighing to himself, Eobard took a deep breath, calming himself down so he wouldn't get too worked up. He needed to save all his energy for those idiots.

If those idiots really thought they would be safe at Star Labs then he would just have to show them how wrong they are, wouldn't he? Oh, he liked where this was going.

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You were just minding your own boredom when you felt that familiar feeling of being watched. Quickly you spun around in your spot at one of the desks, being met with a face you thought you'd seen the last of.

"Long time no see, Y/n." Eobard couldn't contain is glee, he'd got you right where he wanted you, but he didn't want to take you just yet. No, he wanted to teach those brats a lesson before he took you home.

Not sparing him anything more then you already were, you shot out of your chair and sprinted towards the door. Oh, but Eobard wasn't going to let that happen, he had so much more to talk to you about. Using his speed, Eobard had you slammed up against a nearby wall. "Now this reminds me of good times, wouldn't you agree, Y/n."

Trying to regain the breath that had been forced from your lungs from being slammed unceremoniously against the wall. "Wh..what are... you doing... here??" You thought he had been taken care of awhile ago, why was he here now then?

"I said I would be coming back for you, didn't I? Besides, did you really think you could be free from me, even in death?" Taking a moment to inhale your scent he continues speaking, "God, I missed you so fucking much! Your smell. The way you fit so perfectly in my arms. Everything about you, I missed it all."

"How did you find me? How did you find us?" Oh god, you were shaking. He missed that too.

"Oh please! Where else would you, or even the others, be but Star Labs? It's the easiest place to track you all to, not to mention how easy it is to have you all corralled into one space together." Smirking at the last bit, Eobard knew he'd be coming back to take care of the ones who were so insistent on coming between the two of you.

"Barry and the others will be back soon, tou may as well leave while you still can." You seemed to honestly believe that you were in capable hands with those idiots, he couldn't have found that more laughable.

"You don't really think they'll keep you safe, do you? I mean I'm already in here and I've already got you in my hands again. Doesn't really look like they're doing their job, now does it? That's why I'vecome back." Smirking once again, he leans in placing a chaste kiss on your forehead before pulling away and continuing, "Besides, I have more in plan for them then just taking you and proving how pathetic they all truly are. I just wanted to drop by and see my love before I actually went about my plans. I also wanted to remind you who you really belonged to but I suppose that can wait another time."

Before you knew it, Eobard had you in a deep kiss. "I guess that'll have to do for now. As for keeping you safe, those idiots don't know how to keep you safe, but I do and I will. I won't let anything happen to you unlike what your friends have. I'll be seeing you soon and maybe it'll be the last time we have to part from each other." With that, Eobard, sped off to God knows where.

[bugsyfics]

Hallo! Love your work ♡

If it's okay with you, can you write an obsessive/yandere Negan x reader please. The reader is his bestfriend and he secretly harbored yandere romantic feelings for her and when she brought her bf to meet him, he eventually snapped.. maybe you can fill in the rest? Dark yandere smutty Negan.. tehee. I hope you're up for it. Thank you! 😇

Compulsion

Dark!Negan x Reader

Fandom: TWD

Warnings: Smut/Notsfw, dub con, manipulation, coercion, alcohol, sex pollen-like drug, oral (m and f receiving), the good ole’ p in v, kidnapping (?)

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Thanks for your support… mwah <3

~DNI if you are sensitive to dark content… this is a dark!fic~

As his footsteps approached, you didn’t allow yourself to turn around. You thought you’d never have to argue with your closest friend, especially over a man who you considered to be your first love. Closing your eyes briefly, you brought a glass to your lips. The laughter and music emanating from the first floor was relieving since your temporary absence didn’t stop the party.

“I’m trying to get away from you if you can’t fucking tell,” you sighed, knowing he would be too stubborn to walk away.

You rubbed over you neck for a moment, reflecting on the disaster that happened earlier. “What the actual hell even was that? You like putting on a show in front of my friends? My family?”

A large hand wrapped around your wrist with ease, pulling your arm at an angle you couldn’t escape.

“Careful.”

You fell back to the wall in disbelief, shaking your head silently. The drink filling your cup spilled over the edge and dribbled onto your fingers from the initial force of your stumble.

“I come back after six months and now you call yourself havin’ a boyfriend. Spread your legs for some fuckin’ loser…” Negan scoffed, and he leaned into the space between you, “It makes me feel like shit just thinkin’ ‘bout it.”

You dodged every attempt he made to seduce you, and you gripped his elbow as his hand slid lower, across your waist. From where you stood, Negan’s broad shoulders casted a shadow over you and you could barely make out the rest of the room around his tall figure.

Your heart was in your throat, but you swallowed it down and spoke up, not letting Negan talk down at you without putting up a fight.

“Until you made a fool out of yourself, I didn’t even know you felt that way, okay? But I won’t ever be your little girlfriend, your bitch, nothing,” you seethed as you caught his gaze, shoving him in the chest with your palm. You glanced at the closed door an arms length away, grateful Negan had shut it during your altercation, just in case your boyfriend came looking for you. Negan flashed an attractive grin before tracing his fingertips under your dress.

“Ah, well you’re in for a rude awakenin’, doll. Cause right now you're practically screamin’ for me to reverse the damage that little dickhead has made on your heart and your lady bits.” Negan responded coolly, teasing two fingers up towards your heat.

Your jaw ticked as you sunk further into the wall behind you. The hand that rubbed you generously was far more forgiving than the man it extended from, so you battled yourself. You prayed he didn’t notice your hesitation, because of your slow reaction to push him away.

“Get off,” you mumbled, taking another swig of the potent liquor in your glass. Just as it went down you cringed at the burn in your chest, and realized you were becoming less sober by the minute.

“Look, I'm no mind reader, but I can sense when a woman’s needs are not being met. And darlin’, if these were Darren’s fingers pettin’ your little pussy you’d be drier than…” he trailed off, licking his lips with need as the warmth radiating from you stirred his cock.

With the back of your hand, you wiped away the beads of sweat that began to form on your brow.

“Sure, but he’s emotionally available, he’s nice to the people I introduce him to, and,” you began to slur, “he’s just… fun, oh, and cute too.” A shallow sigh escaped you at the tangent you led yourself on, “What if that’s what I want? W-What if I like him and his useless fingers and ‘rad’ jeans? He’s my boyfriend, not yours.”

“Nah, he doesn’t have to be my boyfriend for me to tell he ain’t shit. And you shouldn’t have to deal with his no good ass either.”

It usually took a lot for you to grow anxious, but the constricted space you were in and Negan’s relentless advances quickly got you there. Another sip from the glass seemed to calm you, so you leaned against the wall as you began to buzz from his touch. The room spun and you grounded yourself on the hardwood floor. What the fuck?

“Hngh, I think I need to pee. Gotta go—go to the bathroom…” you panted, and shook that familiar urge again, but it grew much more intense. Negan’s large hands, which you couldn’t help but notice the veins bulging whenever they moved, rubbed light circles on your shoulders.

“Imma need you to cooperate with me, a’right? Shh, let me take care of ya.”

A lazy smile crept over your pouting lips as Negan tapped the bottom of your glass, encouraging you to finish the rest. You easily complied. From there your memory became a blur, but you were in absolute ecstasy, moaning and whimpering into Negan’s chest as he satisfied your needs that had been long neglected.

“You trust me?” Instead of replying you nodded, eyes begging him to soothe the tingling in your core. You wanted this so bad, and whatever thoughts of uncertainty you had earlier were blocked by overwhelming arousal. His hand slid under one of your dress straps, before slipping it off your shoulder.

Negan hadn’t expected you to respond so well, and a pang of guilt washed over him as he realized you probably would have given in at some point without the extra encouragement. But oh well, he got you where he needed you most, and that was begging him for the mind blowing fuck you were about to receive.

By both shoulders, Negan pushed you down onto your knees. He brushed over your parted lips and before you could protest, his thumb occupied your open mouth until his cock would.

“That’s right, kiss it for me,” Negan hummed, as you slowly let his erection slip over your tongue. He thought he might as well be gentle after everything he was putting you through. He rocked his hips at a steady rhythm, allowing you to get comfortable with his increasing pace. Your bare thighs clenched together as he praised your heavenly tongue, and sweet moans escaped you, vibrating his cock.

“Goddamn doll! Gonna let me come down that pretty throat?” Negan breathed as he began to still inside you.

“Mhm, please—just… I’m so hot,” you whined, bringing your hand down to play with yourself frantically to relieve the burning ache between your legs. Despite desperately needing to come, Negan had to hold out for a while when your eyes, glazed over with lust, stared into his. Your tongue continued to swirl over the head and he moved you away quickly, letting out a guttural sound.

By your armpits, Negan pulled you up and laid you down across your bed. He made sure your head hit your pillow and your legs were spread. His fingers teased along your slit and he found the spot that made you go wild. In some way, despite your confusion and anxiousness, you were wet. Of course it helped that you were physically attracted to Negan, but your mind was still stuck on figuring out why you let him fondle you so willingly.

Negan’s slicked fingertips found your entrance and he pushed them inside. You squirmed on the bed as his head dipped down between your legs, and his tongue worked in tandem with his fingers.

“Why? Why am I letting you do this?” you mumbled, a little disoriented, as his tongue flickered over you swollen clit.

“‘Cause I’m makin’ you feel good, doll,” Negan smirked, raising up from your pussy. His faced glistened with your juices and the sight nearly made you come within seconds. The twisting in the the pit of your stomach grew, so you didn’t want to waste any time. With one hand, you pushed his head back down forcibly and he caught your arm.

“In any other case I wouldn’t let that slide, but this pussy…” he spread you open and bit his lip at your dripping folds, “so fuckin’ sweet…”

As you climaxed, he held you to his mouth, tongue continuing to work into you. Wetness gushed from your opening and coated his mouth and chin with each lap. After some time he withdrew and paused. When you turned your head to see what was taking so long, your breath caught in your throat. Negan sucked each of his fingers into his mouth, painfully slow, and his hooded eyes found yours as he continued.

“D—Negan,” you choked out a desperate, needy purr as your pelvis pushed further towards him.

“Tell me what ya want, doll,” Negan rasped down at you, now stroking himself. His other hand found your hip as he pressed his cock along your pussy. You shuddered as he pulled you back and your ass hit his leather belt, since his pants still hung around his waist loosely.

“Shit! C’mon tell me,” he grunted as he struggled, trying not to slam into you as hard as he could.

“Please!” you sobbed into the mattress, trembling. “Just fuck me.”

In one fluid thrust, he entered you. Negan imagined your boyfriend watching you two from the door or from the closet, and though he knew that wouldn’t be possible, it still excited him. The risk of getting caught balls deep in his best friend’s pussy. That would be one hell of a sight.

“Yeah darlin’, you like when I fuck this little pussy of yours,” Negan groaned and smacked your ass.

You were too spent and buzzed to respond, but the way you grinded back against him was all Negan needed. His hand snaked around your throat with a squeeze as he rammed into you harder each time. He couldn’t help but think about how many times you let your boyfriend fuck you, and how many times you allowed him to leave you high and dry. It genuinely pissed him off.

“You think Darren can fuck you like this? You think he can make you come over and over on his cock?” he hissed, gripping your neck firmly under his long fingers.

“N-no,” you slurred, breathless from every thrust.

“That’s right,” he chuckled and brushed his lips over your ear. “You’re mine. This pussy is mine.”

He watched as you clenched around him.

“Tight little fuckin’ pussy… gets even tighter when I say dirty things to it,” he exhaled sharply, feeling himself on the verge of coming.

The noise that escaped you in response was nothing short of a wail as you came all over Negan’s cock. Not shortly after, he came, cursing and praising you for taking him so well.

“Holy fuck! Ya did so well for me, darlin’.”

He waited for your response, but you simply hummed. Only moments later, you slumped over in exhaustion.

“Ah, shit. What am I gonna do with you?” he cursed, watching as your mouth hung open. You were out cold.

•••

Negan got into his car and placed his hands on the steering wheel. While reaching to turn the key into the ignition, he remembered he was forgetting something and slapped his forehead. He locked eyes with another hazel pair in the rear view mirror when he looked up.

“How could I forget my keys?” He jested and turned backwards in the car.

Darren sat in the back seat.

Jump cables tied both of his wrists and ankles neatly together, and a red scarf was wrapped taut around his head to gag him. He looked forward at Negan in scorn, pulling at his restraints. The index finger on his left hand stuck out with a set of keys dangling freely from it.

“Thank you, my friend,” Negan nodded and plucked the keys off Darren’s finger. Before turning back around, he pointed upwards as if a thought popped into his head suddenly.

“Yeah…” Negan eyed the man’s restraints, tisking at himself, “These cables wouldn’t have been my first choice but I was in a rush and Y/n was waiting patiently for me upstairs to make love…”

The younger man, Darren, who favored Negan—dark hair, hazel eyes—cursed through his gag and kicked at the car door.

“Shit!” Negan slammed his hand down on top of the armrest.

“Are you shittin’ me?! I just gave your woman a good time—the best she’s had in a while, and I don’t get a thank you?”

Pausing to calm himself, he laughed and scratched at his stubble. He pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing.

“Trust me, that pussy. Was. Worth it. Just some advice, man to man… you should really think about gettin’ it in. Like forreal next time, no vanilla shit or whatever the fuck you call havin’ sex.”

Negan turned back around in his seat and started his car. Deciding to be generous to his friend, he unlocked the doors and peered back up into the rear view mirror.

“Now get the hell out of my car.”

— bugs

[thermaboo]

Happy Here || Villain!Reader X Shoto Todoroki

Warning: Reader is yandere, Noncon, recording, HEAVY Angst, Degradation, Slapping, verbal abuse, kidnapping, reverse noncon, very NSFW

All characters are 18+, and you have to be too to read this.

Word Count - 3.6K

a/n: If you follow me, you’ve probably seen this post 900 times because tumblr has been struggling to upload things properly, if you’re seeing this in the tags, hello~~~ Anyway, lmao nothing smacks harder than breaking in a strong character bruh and thats that! I typed this like a woman possessed so if you see a mistake mind ya business lmao.

He looked into the abandoned building, getting a reading that there was an energy source in the area. The sidekicks in his agency scoured the bottom levels and he went straight to the source. Today was supposed to be his day off, he really didn’t want to be out at this time. It was your 3 year anniversary, and he had to see it through without you.

It’s been 14 months and 23 days since you’ve gone missing.

If he had known that final call would be your last. He would've stayed on the phone with you longer, he would’ve talked about something else besides work, he would’ve told you not to go out. So many would haves and should ofs, none of them brought you back home.

His mind returned to the present, his feet had carried him to where he needed to be without the consciousness to follow it. It was useful for work, but otherwise a sign of his emotional disturbance. The floor was empty, a few broken windows illuminated the dirty flooring with a late evening orange. There were some glass bottles in the corner and pieces of trash strewn about. It looked properly abandoned, but the pulsating radar said differently. There was something in this room, but absolutely nothing at all.

He walked around the room, noticing a faint difference in temperature in a certain spot in the room. He walked through it a few times just to make sure he wasn’t making it up, but the last time he did it the temperature difference vanished. In an instance a rope like material surrounding him, leaving him in an upright but uncomfortable position.

“Hello love, I’ll be a bit late again, please don’t wait up for me.”

“It’s okay hun, I’m going out with a friend tonight.”

“Please be safe and enjoy yourself. I know I’ve been really busy but just in case you make it back home before me, I have some wonderful news to tell you.”

“Oh! Don’t leave me in suspense Sho, I’m gonna be thinking about it all night!”

“It’s a surprise, you’ll love it, I promise.” He glanced at the small jewelry box on his desk, hoping that you love it just as much as he loves you.

“Okay” He could hear your pout even through the phone. “Well I miss you okay, take a break if you need to. I love you.”

“Love you more.”

A figure walked into view from the dark, taking him out of his thoughts once more. A mask obscuring your face, whirring in the darkness with a faint glow. It illuminated the body underneath, a light green glow against your figure.

"Who are you", he shouted, trying to seem confident. He was a pretty powerful hero, he wasn't used to being so easily caught. There wasn't any response on your end, you simply tilted your head and stared at him through your mask. The whirring and the sound of his teammates running around confused being the only thing in the room. He rocks against his bindings, sending out a distress signal to notify the others of his location. You both hear the pings echo across the floor, the door slams open. Izuku looks around confused.

"Todoroki?"

"I'm here!" he calls out, watching his friend whip around confused. Izuku sighs and quickly leaves, assuming it was a mistake and all the machinery was acting up.

What's happening.

You laugh, voice aggressively distorted through your mask. He's still not frightened, not letting go of his hope that he can escape this. He tries again to activate his quirk to no avail, the bindings are quirk proof.

You continue laughing at him in the vague encroaching darkness of the room. "Who ARE YOU" he shouted a little louder. An explosion went off in the distance, the building groaned at the nearby pressure. Any heros currently in the building rushed towards the sound of destruction, realizing that this was a distraction.

The small device next to you fizzled at the tap of your foot, emitting a large energy pulse before turning off. You pulled out a scanner of your own to demonstrate how that mysterious ping on it before is suddenly gone. Curious.

You walked up to the man in front of you, his heterochromic eyes stared at you intently, trying to figure out who this mysterious woman was. You still said nothing. You didn't think it was possible for him to get any stronger but he looked bulkier since you've last seen him. A little darker, maybe not as nice to others, cold, frigid. You imagined what his interactions were like now in days. Did he try seeing anyone else, did he still hang out with friends? Did he even miss you? Your partners only showed you so much before leaving, all you’ve seen of him in months were through short videos and pictures, and he seemed so happy that you were gone. You stroked your hand up his chest, feeling around your old stomping grounds, trying to test the waters of your guilt. See if there's still any left.

All you felt was hatred, pure, unbridled hatred. You held his head delicately, patting his frayed hairs away as you thought about how much you missed his head. How he would lay in your lap and let you play with his hair and tell you about his day. Days you had ripped from you, days he seemed to forget. The pro hero was shaking in your grasp, you're not sure if it was from fear or the uncomfortable positioning of the ropes, but either was fine for you. You grabbed him by his hair and forced his vision up, you got your answer. It was fear.

"What was that explosion? What are you doing." He lets out in slight trembles.

"Oh, just a few friends. Don't worry about them, you can't do shit for them anyways."

“Why is this happening?”

“Because I can Shoto, because

can. They can handle that without me, but here, here is where I’m needed.”

He had no clue what you were talking about, the fear was starting to get to him. Usually there’s some kind of motive behind these sorts of things, but this seemed entirely too personal. He can’t help but notice how familiar you look and a thought crosses his mind.

You let one hand roam downward fiddling with the zipper of his hero costume. Giggling under her heavy breathing. "Stop.”

You keep going. Slowly.

"Please."

Slower.

"Ple-" a smack lands across his face, he doesn’t bother to move his face back, he just leaves it there. He isn't weak by a long shot, but right now there wasn't a single fight in him, he just wanted to run.

His mind replays the moment of panic. When her friend called to see if she simply didn’t leave your shared apartment.

“Hey Todoroki, I know she said you were at work, but do you know if she left the house.”

His whole body paused, “Yes, she left, she was walking when she last called me.”

“I-”. The sound of traffic and wind blew through the call. “She never showed up. I’ve called her and text her a dozen times and she didn’t respond. I don’t want to worry you I just-. I don’t know what happened.”

“I will call you back.” He hung up and immediately called you while running out of his office, call after call after text and nothing. He left a few panicked voicemails, hoping that you just had your phone on silent and was busy. His mind reeled at the possibilities, trying his hardest to think the best of the situation. Yeah, he’d arrive home and you’d be asleep on the couch, wrapped up in your favorite blanket, Tv cycling through Netflix shows. Maybe you realize you didn’t want to go, and forgot to tell your friend. Maybe-

The door to your apartment opened, silent, cold, nothing. He ran through the apartment checking everything, even underneath the pillow hoping there would be some kind of sign of you. All that was left was a funny little drawing you left for him on the whiteboard near the door. “Don’t forget to eat! There’s some Soba in the fridge, I won’t be gone too long!”

He rang the police and then your friend. “She hasn’t responded to any of my calls or text, and she’s not at the apartment. I’ve called the police.” The both of them continued the call in silence, hoping to say something that would reassure the other but nothing came to mind.

"Awwww, look who came to visit."

You poked at the forming bulge in his pants. "You're fucking sick, you know that?".

He cranes to look down, unaware that his body was reacting without his mind.  "Let me fucking go,” he strains against his bindings, desperate to escape whoever this was torturing him.

You squeeze his dick, and laugh again. "Or what? Where are you going to run to? Who's gonna hear you? You're in my world now." He tries to move away from your touch and you just persist. "Do you get this hard for every villain that touches you or just me?" He pushes against his restraints and looks at you with murderous but fearful intent. "You still don't know me? I'm hurt." His brain hurts trying to figure out who this woman was, wanting to figure out anything that can vaguely put some kind of understanding to this situation. He couldn't think of anything but-

Was it?

Who else had that quirk.

Images flashed in his head to you two holding hands in a crowd, he watched as the world continued on without any notice of their presence. The cars drove straight through them, people walked right by them, they were there and weren't all at once. "See, it's neat I guess but I can't go much further than here. One layer below this and it's pretty much the same thing with less people. One to the left has a weird saturation to it."

"I think it's amazing Y/n"

"Really?" You ask, unsure of how to feel. He was very confused at your insecurity, you were just not trained, but pocket dimensions were surely a powerful quirk. He wondered just how many of these dimensions there were?

He came back to his senses when he felt his dick pop out of his boxers. His memories fade into the darkness of his reality that keeps calling him back when he so badly wants to escape. In his mind he still has you, you’re safe, and this isn’t happening to him. For a second, the thought passes by that whoever this is may kill him, and he may get to see you again. He quickly shakes the thought away, you were alive, and he was going to find you one day. He mentally berated himself for even entertaining the thought of this being you or death.

"Shotooooo, I'm trying so hard to get your attention? Why do you keep leaving me?” You lift your mask slightly to accommodate his length in your mouth, you almost forgot how much you enjoyed this. Almost. Your lips bop up and down paying close attention to his cute pink head, it was always so pretty. Lucky for Shoto, it was always prettier in your mouth. You drag your nails around his thighs, making sure to draw blood on your way back. He arches, hating himself for responding to your actions

His dick leaves your mouth with a sickening pop, “How's my little Pro Hero? Think about how many people needed your help while you were here, you didn't even clock out for this.” You rest your head on his thigh and lazily stroke his cock, “you couldn’t even save your girlfriend.”

“Shut the fuck up you don’t know a thing about her.”

“Oh, really struck a chord there. Didn’t think you cared about her that much, especially because you’re gonna cum to some villain you can’t even recognize.” You begin to pick up the pace, precum coating your hand and filling the air with a wet gliding sound. “Or can you hold it in? Can you do it for her? Her dead body is in a ditch somewhere, and here you are, about to come on some other chick's hand.”

He said nothing, you could tell from the faint light that was left in the room that he was crying. Oh god did you love seeing those tears. You felt a familiar tensing underneath you and you prepared for what was going to happen next and placed your mouth over his cock again. His groans mixed with his sobs and he came in your mouth, you swallowed quickly and smiled upwards at him.

“I think she’ll forgive you for cumming, after all, the conditions weren’t entirely fair.” You stand up and turn on a lamp next to you before activating a button to readjust his ropes. He hit the floor with a thud and you could hear him groaning behind you before the bindings quickly tightened to their new position. You turn back around and take your place on top of his thighs, your hands reaching upward to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

“Sho are you okay?” He wasn’t sure if that was the memory or the woman on top of him, quite frankly they’re both starting the sound the same.

“Babe you’ve been so silent, are you okay? You sat across from him, holding his hand. You two were at a Diner, it seemed very late.

“Yes, I’m alright, I’m not sure where I went.”

“I understand, you smile at him and squeeze his hand.” There is only one cup on the table.

Izuku walks between the tables looking concerned.

“Midoryia, nice seeing you, we were just waiting for our food.” The green haired man stares at him sympathetically and puts his hand on his shoulder.

“Shoto, I think you need to see someone.”

“Why?” He looks in front of him, no one’s there. The seat is empty. It dawns on him that he’s done it again, went off on an adventure like he used to do with someone who wasn’t there. He paid the tab and quickly left, making sure to ignore the concerned faces of people who recognized him and must’ve seen him talking to himself.

“Izuku.”

“Yes?”

“Do you think she’s dead?”

Reality welcomes him back and he sees the top of your head laying down on him. You’re very warm, it sounds like you’re muttering something to yourself.

You snap up, glossy eyes connecting with his heterochromatic ones. “I was worried you might have died.” There wasn’t an ounce of seriousness in your voice. He continued to say nothing and you could feel him tremble again. He must have noticed that you were no longer wearing pants or underwear. The sound of burning in the distance still emanated in the air. This was all so horrid, well, for him at least.

You pull off the mask hiding your face and he begins to struggle underneath you wildly. You hold on to the sides of his hip and let him thrash about.

“No no no no NO NO NO!”

“Shhhhh It’s okay, it’s me.” You crawl upwards to be closer to him, you watch him, wild and confused underneath you. He looks like an animal caught in headlights. “I’m gonna make this all so much easier for you.” You glide back down him, hand reaching first for his dick. You give him a few good strokes and hover above him, seeing if he’d move on his own.

There was nothing.

You know, I don't know why you idiot Heros have big cocks if you're not gonna use it. You plunge all the way down him, earning a delicious whimper as he twitches inside of you, clearly feeling overstimulated by what's happening. "Awwwww, I forgot you were a virgin. I’m not anymore, but I was thinking about you every time they touched me.” His insides felt like liquid, he hated this. He wanted to lose his virginity to you, but not like this. He still sees you as the soft girl he met at a bakery, he sees your smile as you giggled in the rain underneath your umbrella, he remembers all the times he's confided in you, and the memory can not merge with who you are now. Corrupted, violent, dark.

You continue bouncing on his dick, watching him writhe underneath you. You wonder where he is right now, he looks at you so betrayed, so lost, but you can't tell if its painful or in lust. At this point, it doesn't matter and it all becomes a muddled mixture of everything.

"Y/n, p-please. This isn't you."

You slowly lift your bottom half, making sure to keep eye contact with those beautiful eyes, waiting to see the moment when he loses all his composure.

"You don't know that. You don't know anything about me." You slowly go back down on him, making sure it feels like blissful hell. "Where were you Shoto?"

You slammed down again. "I needed you." Slam. "And you weren't there." Slam. "You weren't there for so fucking long." Slam. "But you're here now."

"I'm sorry I didn't save you. I won't leave you again." He's crying a cry you’ve never seen before. It should invoke worry in you, bring out the motherly instincts you always had for him, but instead it made you crave to see him broken like this again and again. You look at him tenderly and stroke his cheek. He seems like he’s on the verge of losing it.

“You're a good boy shoto, always have, always will be. And I can't hate my good boy.” He can’t escape to his head anymore, you were here, you were finally here with him.

You buck down on him, one hand leaned back on the concrete other on your phone's record button. You pull your mask down in order to distort your voice. "Show me you’re sorry". He bucks up into you, completely blissed out. His rhythm is sloppy and desperate, he can’t really think straight anymore. All of his thoughts are of you, and you were happy like this. He just wants to make you happy.

The light from the camera is blinding him, he should be covering his face, he should be doing something but he can't bring himself to fight against you. He smiles back at you and all he can manage out is a weak "I love you."

You look at him through your screen and he looks absolutely beautiful like this. Sweat plastered to his face, deep in a breakdown that you're sure he'll never recover from. You feel yourself going ragged against him, slapping his face as you near your end. He can't even form words anymore. Not an ouch, not a stop, just groaning and incoherent words. He's so close.

You slow your movements and grab him by the throat, just tight enough for his dick to feel it, but not tight enough for him to not be able to talk. "You're fucking worthless you know that right?"

"Yes."

"You're nothing without me."

"I'm nothing with or without you."

You pause and smile underneath the mask, surprised that you broke him down that badly in such a short time span.

"You're a fast learner. Now, smile Princess." You set your sights on the end and continue riding him with all the strength you had left. He obliges you, smiling with exhaustion, up at the light. You position your body at the right angle so his cock hits everything at the right angle, and you feel yourself flying over the edge of your orgasm. Your body spasms violently, your sure the camera is probably disoriented. Your hips continue to meet with his as you ride out your orgasm. He shortly met his own, moans and sobs echoing throughout the abandoned room.

You hope you caught that because you sure as hell couldn't see it through your own orgasm still burning through you.

You stopped the recording and laid on his chest in silence. A sticky liquid continued to drain down your legs, a lot of it actually. You tried not to focus on the feeling of his cum in you, it could probably get you going again and you definitely didn't need that. You instead listened to his heavy breathing, it felt so nice to be home.

He watched you type something away on your phone before you looked up at him. "This is gonna be everywhere in probably....20 minutes? Maybe even less. Your father will probably try to have it taken down but you know how the internet is." He continued to breathe on the ground, still feeling waves of his pleasure mixed with shame. He knows his Hero career is essentially over, but maybe it's better this way. You were the only person to ever understand him, and if he couldn't show you his love through saving you, he'd show you his love this way. Even if you never love him again, even if he can only see you smile by being below you. He just wants to be your hero, even if that means he has to be the world's villain.

You ran your finger through his hair, he cuddled further into you silently. He must've seen the news reports about his disappearance. It’s been weeks and it’s still on every station, his father is probably pushing hard to get him back but you know better than that. Besides, everyone loves his videos, every time you post it blasts to the top of trending before being “removed”. He should be happy to know his son is still alive. Your captors, well, coworkers let you keep a pet and you’ll be damned if anyone takes him away from you. "You're happy here right Sho?"

He says nothing, he just clutches into you further, his breathing increasing with every moment. That familiar tremble began to accompany his breathing, he was going to cry again.

"There there love, there there."

[fortune-fool02]

Caged Love

Yandere Dio Brando x blind brother reader

Requested by: anonymous and @weeaboo-god​

Warnings: angst, yandere

Continuation of Stolen Sight

Please enjoy.

The [Hair colour] teen sat in his seat by the window, [Eye colour] eyes free from the bandages that had been apart of his features for so long that he almost felt naked with it. Yet, they were no longer needed. 

Ever since Dio had placed that strange Stone Mask upon his face, [Name] had been gifted with sight again. Whatever magic was inside that mask had undone the damage done to his eyes and allowed him to see the world through new eyes. His vision was beyond anything it once was. Anything with a heart-beat could not hide from his sight, even through a wall, he could see it. Hear it. 

[Name]’s [Eye colour] eyes drifted down to the black claws upon his hand, running the tip of them over his unnaturally pale skin. Strange as it sounded, [Name] was unsure how to feel about the power coursing through his veins. On one hand, he was pleased to have his sight back, to see everything for what it truly was instead of having to mentally picture it by going off what others said, but on the other, the idea of having to take lives and feed off of the blood in order to maintain this form was something he was not fond of. 

That and he was now denied the sun’s loving embrace. The sun’s warmth was something [Name] treasured, the gentle rays kissed his skin in a way that reminded him of his mother. How her warm embrace made him feel so safe. To have that taken away from him was almost like losing his mother all over again, and [Name] didn’t think he could cope with that. He would rather live without his sight than live without the memory of his mother’s hold. 

With a low sigh, he rose from his seat by the window and went off to search for his brother. Surely he must know a way to reverse this. It didn’t take too long before he found his blonde brother lounging on the crimson sofa he had claimed as his own in this old manor that, as well, he claimed. His little creations sat around him, pawing for his attention and praising him. [Name] could not hide his unsettlement of those... things. Animals with human heads attached to them? What kind of creation was that?

“Ah, [Name]. So nice of you to join me.” Dio greeted upon noticing his brother. He motioned him to approach, “Tell me, how are you enjoying your newfound powers? And your sight?” Confidence dripped from Dio’s lips, expecting his brother to shower him with praise and gratitude for bestowing such a power upon him. 

However, the expression on [Name] face shot down that feeling. “That is what I wished to discuss with you, Dio.” The blonde rose a brow at that, waiting for him to speak. “Is there a way to reverse the Stone Mask’s power and return my humanity?” All the chatter from those creatures fell silent at that. The faint tendrils of tension slowly seeping into the air between the two brothers. 

Then Dio chuckled. “[Name], surely you must be joking, right?” he questioned, slowly raising from his seat and sauntering over to the [Hair colour] vampire. Normally, [Name] was not afraid of Dio as he had never seen the sparks of anger flash his brother’s face yet here, with his sight more clear than ever, the flicker snipping across Dio’s face made [Name]’s blood grow cold. 

“You now have power that surpasses that of any human could dream of achieving. Immortality. Incredible strength. The ability to heal faster than our wounds can hurt us.” Dio said, “We are Gods in all but name-” Dio was cut off by [Name].

“We don’t have a right to play God, Dio.” [Name] was fairly certain he heard a few of those creatures gasp. Whatever platform Dio had set himself upon, [Name] had challenged it. No, not challenged it; challenged Dio. He wanted to stand his ground but the anger that began to bubble in Dio’s crimson eyes sent chills running down [Name]’s spine like claws. Frost nipping at his cold skin at the dagger piercing him, something inside Dio seemed to snap at this. And it scared [Name]. 

“[Name], everything I have done, everything that I am going to do, is for you. I was there for you when you needed me most, all I want is for you to be happy.” There was a steel in his tone that made [Name]’s lungs clench, snatching the breath from them and latching it into his throat like an invisible hand grasping him. “I do everything I can to make you happy! Who else will if not me?” Like a caged animal, Dio bared his fangs at [Name] and forcing the [Hair colour] teen to look down, bowing his head. 

“I spent so many nights making sure you were safe, that’s all I wish for is your safety. And no one is going to stop me for ensuring it. Not Johnathan. Not father. And certainly not you!” His voice was almost unrecognisable, mixed with the animalistic growls and hisses like that of a wild animal. Crimson red eyes burning brightly, flaring with a wildfire of rage that could put a real flame to shame. 

[Name] has never once been afraid of Dio until now. This man, this monster, in front of him was not the brother he grew up with. In Dio’s mind, he has confused infatuation for admiration, caging for protecting and obsession for love. In the presence of someone who has offered him comfort and protection, [Name] has never felt as at risk and threatened as this before. 

Upon noticing the fearful shake that rattled [Name]’s body, the anger died down in Dio, replaced with a sympathy that one would expect from family. “Oh, dear brother,” he whispered, taking [Name] into his arms and gently petting his [Hair colour] locks. His touch was colder than ice. 

“I didn’t mean to shout at you. I just want to keep you safe.” The softness in his voice made [Name] want to sob, his mind conflicted as to how to feel. What should have been a warm embrace was the cold touch of a cage, trapping [Name] in place. The man who should have been his closest protector was his twisted captor. 

And [Name] knew that, no matter how far he ran, Dio would always be there. Always on his heels, always breathing down his neck. Dio was [Name]’s shadow and, even in the darkness, you can never escape your shadow. 

He will never escape Dio. He did not have a chance to begin with.