#yandere shellshock

[yanderes-galore]

Fandom: Ratchet & Clank

Character: Shellshock (Deadlocked)

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Type of Fic: Concept

Thank you. :)

This is a bit difficult because he's had... a cutscene and a boss battle... but I'll try my best. Will be short though :(.

Yandere! Shellshock Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Stalking, Breach of privacy, Murder, Blood, Abduction, Forced companionship/relationship.

Alright... where to start with him....

Based on what I read on Shellshock he seems like he was originally a cyborg but soon went full warbot by the time he was in the army.

He's the lowest ranking Exterminator in DreadZone.

He also leans heavily into the warbot behavior, speaking in a thick accent.

Based on his cutscene behavior we can assume he not only enjoys fighting... but flirting.

Honestly, having him as your yandere would probably be such an odd experience.

You probably watch him on DreadZone...

Only for him to begin an odd sense of interest for you.

During a fight he caught you cheering, his optics snapping on you.

For some reason, probably unfortunate luck, he felt you would be fun to woo.

Poor you is towered over during a fan meet up, the warbot speaking to you in a way that's hard to understand.

He comes off as intense, asking about what you're wearing as he puffs the electronic cigar in his jaws.

You try to step away, intimidated by the warbot's imposing figure, yet he just follows.

He comments that your size difference is cute, how you remind him of a scared little animal.

There's a subtle sadistic yet teasing tone in his voice and it scares you.

Quite frankly you were never planning on befriending the warbot.

You were just curious about the new champion.

Yet now the new champion appears to be intent on being close to you.

Shellshock is a yandere scary for everyone involved.

He's a large warbot who is heavily armed due to being in the military.

Him being interested in someone is problematic for anyone around that someone.

I can see him being platonic towards a fan of his.

You never asked for it but boom, an Exterminator wants to be your personal bodyguard and speak to you outside of matches.

Does it anger his boss? Yes.

But what doesn't anger that shark?

Shellshock frankly doesn't care, carrying his favorite fan like they're a lap dog.

He's all casual laughs with others, patting your head like you're a cute little pet.

If he was romantic, it's the same way except he's often making perverted comments.

He wants to dictate what his obsession wears.

Not only that, but he wants you to only cheer for him.

None of the other Exterminators deserve a fan such as you.

You'd almost always be dressed in outfits he picked and be his perfect little cheerleader.

Did you consent to any of this? No.

Shellshock, again, doesn't care.

He doesn't even let you go home, insisting you stay beside him.

He needs you to psych him up and Vox would probably support it just because you somehow make Shellshock perform better.

Against your will you go from fan to... what do you even call this?

Manager? Hostage?

There's no way you're going home at this point.

I feel it's self explanatory what happens to those who get too close to you.

He's a warbot.

The second he feels someone's trying to separate you from him.

Red paste.

He does not hold back, it's on sight.

You're standing there, stunned into silence when you hear the remains of a person splatter on the ground

You then hear Shellshock laugh, collecting you back onto his shoulder as he calls the person "puny".

You're used to murder in DreadZone.

But it's still disturbing if you knew the person... or they were just being nice.

His laugh is just terrifying eventually.

You're no longer a fan, not when Shellshock liquefies anyone who shows an interest in you.

Yet... you have no choice but to continue being a cheerleader.

Even when it feels dehumanizing when Shellshock nuzzles into you like you're a toy.

It's even worse if he's used those under his command to take control of your planet.

Now even when you're home you're under his watch.

Better play nice with him unless you want more destruction....

Safe to say you hope someone defeats Shellshock...

You miss what it was like to have freedom.

[strawbxrryanime]

the time traveler's husband - yandere!2005 takemichi x male!reader

He stops you on the way out. As you try your best to scoff his hand off your wrist, he just wouldn’t budge. He’s seen this a thousand times. You can’t leave. You won’t leave. He's known your death for a thousand times, and he won't let it happen again, not when you go outside. He's desperately tried to save you, you from the future, and you now. He just can't help but lose his beloved husband again, and again and over and over. Your smile, that smile that he's always cherished for so long. He just can't lose you.

2005 Takemichi quickly stops you and pins you on the wall. "I can't let you leave Y/N... no, I can't!" 2005 Takemichi exclaims and yells out. "Believe me, I've seen your death thousands of times. Over and over. I can't lose you!" 2005 Takemichi almost sobs as he profusely begs you to stay. "But it's urgent..." You respond back, unfortunately. 2005 Takemichi holds you. "I know, my sweet boy... but you've got to understand that I'm telling the truth... please... don't go." He keeps begging, really convincing you in a way to not leave. You drop everything as you go up to hug him. "I can't leave you like this..." You sadly respond, and everything went black.

Waking up to all your clothes stripped, and almost tied up to the bed, with your body to the side as you see 2005 Takemichi slide his cock deep inside of your ass as you yelp back, fucking you through the side as you try your best to wriggle around the ties. 2005 Takemichi can't let you go, not after everything he's seen, shellshocked and traumatized, he couldn't help it but convince you with every fiber of his being. You feel him hold up one of your legs as he thrusts even deeper inside of your asshole.

“Y/N…~” 2005 Takemichi groans out, as you moan out in his favor, as he thrusts more and more deep inside of your ass, filling the room with absolute bliss. “I’m going to…!~” 2005 Takemichi cries out as he releases his hot seed inside of your ass. Making you cry out as the restraints struggled to carry your weight amongst the immense amount of movement of pleasure.

“You’re not going anywhere…” 2005 Takemichi said coldly. “You’re staying here, where it’s safe..” He rubs your hair as you pass out slowly on the bed, wondering what is it next in store from him.

[the-trash-site]

Overwatch Self-aware au

This post is part of a larger post I have on my blog about how cool Self Aware Au is. It includes an Overwatch fic rec and other fandoms such as; Linked Unviese/Legend of Zelda, Mortal Kombat and Love and Deepspace. In that post, I mention ideas I have for my own fics and this is the post!

Important note: this idea is at the somewhat beginning of the process. As I have the plot form and the scene below is a rough draft from chapter 2(?). My work could change and this is still a rough draft. Please, be kind and enjoy!

Pairing: Hanzo x Reader - original, the idea is to have it as a reverse harem but I love Hanzo. So I'm still unsure of having a reverse harem with Hanzo being the true paring or solely focusing on him. Idk yet

Plot: Important note, this isn't a proper self-aware fic. It's more of the reader somehow getting into the word of overwatch, in a classic fanfic trope. But the idea I have is wanting to have the line of reality in each world to be very blurred, similar to Virtual Reality fic.

With how the reader existed in both words, with all the characters having memories of reader and it's acknowledged that the reader has a history/ a past. So when the 'you' reader, the cool gamer, falls into overwatch. It creates this mystery element of how you got there, who this other 'overwatch you' is and where is this 'overwatch you' currently. But also, how do you get back home?

(NOT A YANDERE PLOT…unless? jkjk)

Anyway, Reader will learn slowly that they've always been apart of overwatch and are a highly ranked solider. Only appearing as a hologram due to a 'injury' and not because you're home playing behind a screen. As some reports of past battles are erriely familiar to some game plays/states you got from past games in OG Overwatch.

The plot will then follow the overwatch 2 game flow and comics(?) as reader adjusts to now having to physically be in the battle field and actually talking to the characters and with them talking back to you. Instead of the reader just reacting to voice lines.  As some of the games' voice lines are what they said to the reader. Along with some of what the reader says word to word is what the characters hear. Or what the reader says will be translated differently to what the characters hear. again, blurring the line.

What's the end plot? IDK I barely have chapters 1 and 2 done ;-;

Scene: the moment you realise it's not a dream

note: idk how pov works lol + rough draft

“Now with that out of the way,” Ana shifts the topic, turning to look at you with a nod. You give her a soft smile, relief flows through you. Why dream such a stressful moment when you’re in the perfect set up in a dream? (hanging out with Jack, Ana and now Cassidy) Now, we can get this show started!

A sudden yet swift painful smack to the back of the head effectively stuns you. As your mouth drops open in pain, you can faintly hear Jack’s and Cole’s surprise protest at Ana’s actions. You bring a hand to the back of your head and the moment you make eye contact with Ana, she lifts a finger to signal your silence. A motherly disappointment radients her that pauses any complaints you have.

“Enough with calling me mommy or Milf!” She scolds you, her voice firm and steady. 

You’re shocked frozen. Eyes widen in an innocent naive that matches a child being punished when they believe to be untouchable. There’s no way. Faint memories of you calling Ana that, especially with her Captain Amari skin when playing Overwatch float by until they get smacked out of your head by another hit. This time, more gentle. 

“Same with daddy.” Jack gruff voice adds, turning away from you. His words earn a disappointed sigh from Ana while Cole struggles to contain his laughter

“Honestly, (Y/n), your flirtatious nature knows no limit.” Ana softly scolds but this time, it holds no sternness. She’s not covering her amusement as she chuckles at your still shellshock expression. She looks at you with a nostalgia fondness, it’s so good to finally see you in person. After so many years of working together and the painful silence that stretches in between when the communication system connecting you to Overwatch shut down with Overwatches recall. Many nights have she ponded on your status if you have made contact with the others or with Pharah. If you ever healed from your injuries.

But now seeing you, witnessing the conversation flows as old friends reuniting. Feeling touch by your actions of bring Jack to his sense. There's no doubt that Ana feels grateful to having you here. She is almost amused of finally getting to teach the flirt of the team a lesson. It was harmless and she won't deny that she was secretly amused by the name-calling when she was younger. But now it’s time to put a stop to it. 

“It's alright sweet pea. You can call me whatever you like.” Cole drawls out as he places his arm over your shoulders, bringing you into a very comforting side hug. As flattering as the hold is, you’re completely blank towards them. Mind still processing that you feel pain and still standing before the three heroes. Meaning that you’re very much awake. 

Holy shit I'm awake. What? Why?! And how did they hear me simp while playing the game?! 

Struggling to accept that you are here. Truly and without a doubt, outside and far away from home. Stuck with characters that somehow know and heard your voice simp over them!

You’re not sure on how to react. The feeling of nervous bubbling in your chest and the need for a private room to break down builds of your rapidly shifting oertective on whats real. But also...the need to find a nice hole to climb into and die from embarrassment. Because not one, but two people ask you to stop simping at them! 

You let out a weak groan as you lean against Cole, said man simply laughs at your expression. You nod your head in shame yet accept the request. Apologise and promise to not call Ana or Jack that as your little group begins to walk towards the plane. Looks like it’s die of embarrassment now, external crisis and mental breakdown later. 

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 @anitalenia

[tonkatsubowl]

jealousy.

blade x reader x kafka

hints of yandereism (obsession, manipulation, assault & sexual tendencies w/o consent. smut!).

read at your own risk.

"oh, bladie," kafka's voice cooed towards her companion as she approached the silent killer, her tone filled with bittersweet intoxication, "you're just getting a bit too comfortable with y/n. i think it's getting a little obvious, now."

blade's eyes shift towards kafka, who greeted him with her usual, dangerous smile. her hand slithers towards his shoulder, grasping it firmly.

"are you perhaps interested in her? ara, ara. so much for unfeeling now, bladie."

blade's eyes had snapped. he was fuming. he was pissed — but he couldn't do anything towards kafka, especially when she had assisted him with his mara infestation...and that she was practically one of your closest allies, too.

a click of his tongue and blade didn't budge, instead exhaling and folded his arms over his chest. he closed his eyes, returning to meditating against the wall as he tried to mentally get kafka off his mind... until he heard another set of footsteps coming his and kafka's way.

"ah, kafka, i forgot to ask you if—... um..." you arrived in the scenery, looking at the both of them with confusion. did you run in on them getting into an argument? arguments between the both of them have been becoming quite more common nowadays, but you never dare to ask.

"am i... interrupting? i can leave, and..."

"not at all, dear." kafka coos to you as she approaches you, wrapping her arm around your waist, pulling her close. your cheeks have a faint tint of red, not used to being pulled to kafka's chest despite the fact this was happening several days a week.

kafka was obviously doing this to piss blade off.

"what is it? you had a question, didn't you?" kafka whispered, lifting your chin with her thumb as she leaned in. "i'm here to answer anything."

you were shellshocked for a moment. you didn't know how to respond, as you were growing more timid every second.

".. ah.. um... elios... wanted to know if you wanted your paperwork on your... d-desk..."

your words trail off, falling for the visual manipulation as kafka practically incited you. her hands traveling towards your rear, giving them a squeeze. your eyes became dazed, heavily hypnotized by the woman's voice. a soft, quiet moan released you as you breathe, trying to speak. trying to snap out of it.

"... o-or... if you... want... ah..."

you could see blade pulling himself off from the wall as he approached you, grabbing you by the arm and gently prying you away from kafka. although you couldn't see it, there was a dark look plastered on kafka's eyes despite her beautiful and gentle countenance. he read her so easily.

it was her turn to feel... a bit of annoyance.

you snap out of reality as you felt yourself pulled away by blade, your eyes looming up towards your ally. "a-ah, blade! um, yeah, elios also wanted me to ask you if uh..."

you were getting more awkward...uncomfortable by the tension that was exchanged by the two of them.

"elios can wait." kafka purred as she stepped close towards you and blade, allowing to be... well, sandwiched by the two of them.

kafka's chest was pressed against yours, her hands sliding down towards your crotch, fingers rubbing against your folds. "be a good girl...and tell me your tasks again? what did elios want you to do? what a bossy man he is."

your breath hitched as you felt kafka's fingers rub towards your lower region, feeling blade's aching tent rubbing against you from behind. you couldn't think, you were so hypnotized. everything felt so good, you couldn't think.

"elios... elios, he... i... aah..."

blade noticed that kafka was going in for a kiss with you, but instead, he gently tugged on your hair, pulling your head back as he leaned down to give you a kiss.

"you irritate me, kafka." blade grumbled as his hands traveled down to your waist, gently grinding his frustration into your rear. kafka then slipped a hand into your pants, fingers now brushing and teasing against your soaked rose bud, the squelching sounds and your moans mixed together as you tried to talk.

"elios... paperwork... y-your... desk...ahn...!"

your legs began to quake, finding yourself close to climaxing as blade picked up the pace, grinding against you.

"k-ka... i'm going to..!"

"shh... be a good girl and release it into my fingers."

that was when you felt a rush of relief wash over you, your legs nearly giving up on you. your juices cover the entirety of kafka's fingers as blade was quick to catch you.

"i made her cum quite fast." kafka said with amusement in her voice, licking your juices off of her fingers. "perhaps she just adores and is such a whore for my fingers like that, isn't that right... bladie?"

that was when he let out his girthy-length, immediately ramming himself inside of you, earning you a sharp gasp. you felt his familiar length entering inside of your walls, and immediately he began to pump his member inside of you. kafka watched with amusement, observing blade's expression.

"ooh, determined, are you? to make her cum faster than my fingers? you're such a jealous one, bladie. you know she's rightfully mine."

blade didn't say anything, his eyes telling a thousand words as he continued to fuck you in front of kafka.

"ah... ah... ahn...!" you breathed, moaning and mewling every time blade had dug onto your cervix with his massive member, before finally you began to show signs of cumming. "w-wait... slow down, i'm.. i can't think straight, i'm going to...—!"

that was when you came again from blade, finding yourself to be filled up by his seed, hot sticky liquid dripping from your abused folds. you breathed, shaking, but luckily you were being held by blade so you wouldn't fall so easily.

kafka chuckled, folding her arms over her chest as she watched blade click his tongue, "i won. even with my mouth, it would be faster than you."

kafka only giggled, shaking her head. "in your dreams, bladie. now, let's get her cleaned up and prepare some warm drinks for her... yes?"

[timeoveritasconsumofigmentum]

Yandere Fisherman x F!Mermaid Reader

Warnings: Obsessive behaviors, Stalking, Kidnapping, Implied murder(?)

A/n: I tried to use actual boat terminology idk if it’s right lmao, but enjoy ♡ (not proofread)

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Mermaid!reader that loves to hang out with her marine friends during the bright afternoons. Exploring underwater caves, collecting the prettiest shells, telling spooky stories in sunken ships. Life was beautiful under the sea.

Mermaid!reader who was dared by Kai the stingray to go one of the many forbidden zones (the one infested with humans.) Despite her fear and uncertainty, she couldn't let that flat face call her a guppie!

Mermaid!reader who encounters dozens of dinghies once in the sunlight zone. Consumed with curiosity, she swam closer to the strange shiny devices hanging from the small ships. Yes the ocean floor collected the ships and it's artifacts, but she had never seen such a device.

Mermaid!reader who felt nothing but awe at the plastic fish that they(the fisherman) threw into the sea from their barnacle covered boats, fascinated by their unusual bright colours and shapes. Giggles at the confusion of her friends, their gurgles of excitement sending waves of bubbles along the currents.

Mermaid!reader who starts investigating with her marine friends but finds out the hard way what the plastic is truly meant to do and it breaks her heart. Dozens of her friends gone in a blink of an eyes, yanked into the unknown world. Mourns for the loss of her friends blaming herself for the lack of awareness, makes herself a promise that no other innocent being would be taken.

Mermaid!reader who helps fishes avoid the sharp hooks, warning all that wander too close that they could be snatched up and never seen again. Swears on Poseidon that no more of her friends will be stolen.

Mermaid!reader who actively tracks ships and fishing patterns. Herding the small guppies and airhead fishes away from the coast, sure they understood warnings but that didn't stop their curiosity or lack of awareness.

Mermaid!reader starts using her sharp iridescent shell to cut the fishing lines and collect the plastic bait, the humans obviously aren't using them so what's the harm in collecting them? Besides it would stop her friends from being caught up by the glittering they produced.

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Yandere!fisherman frustrated from the sacristy of fish coming in. His profit and family business plummeting to the ground from lack of customers.

Yandere!fisherman swore he would get to the bottom of this. His grandmother didn't break every bone in her body for this business to die a sudden death!

Yandere!fisherman who now, never leaves his modest boat, camouflaging himself to stalk the waters every hour of the day. Waits for days with no activity, his sour mood getting even fouler. "If there's nothing there, then where all the bloody fish?!"

Yandere!fisherman who spots a large fin lift out from the water one early morning, a quiet splash following. Snatching his binoculars off the stern pulpit he spotted a human like figure bobbing around the water, clicks his tongue in frustration about to look away when splash! A pearlescent tail jerks out of the water, his eyes traveled along the long fin only to find it connect to the figure he saw previously. Wide eyes stare at the strange creature entranced.

Yandere!fisherman shellshocked from the discovery, sure his grandmother told his stories about how merpeople lived in these water but he just thought it was a bad eyesight and manatees! To think she was right. Wonder soon turned into animosity, so this was the creature causing a shortage of food?

Yandere!fisherman who starts tracking the mermaids every move, determined to capture it. Thinks of the amount of money he would make by selling the exotic legend. He could see it now, towers of gold stacked to the clouds, a large home fit for a king, no longer having to break his back to scrape together enough money to pay his bills, his very being bathed in riches. Oh yes, he would have the sea beast . Dead or alive.

Yandere!fisherman after weeks of planning, decides it's time to capture the beast. Makes a custom bottom trawl, out of clear wire, adjusting it enough to fit the mutant, takes extra care to make it sturdy. As any good fisherman would do, he starts to track her movements.

Yandere!fisherman who writes in detail the spots she would mostly visit(the abandoned boats near the colorful reef seemed to be her favorite?), what distance she was most comfortable in(half a mile away from the dock but continuously inching closer) what time she preferred to come (right as the sun peeked out from the horizon.)

Yandere!fisherman finds out that the mermaid had been stealing the bait deliberately, his callous hands wrap around his booklet in fury wringing the innocent leather, another thing he had to worry about thanks to it.

Yandere!fisherman finally gets a glimpse of the creatures face. Is stunned stupid to see such beautiful features, every detail in her face seemed as they were sculpted by hand with utmost care. The blue hue of the water did little to obscure her beauty, feels something in his chest tighten but brushes it off.

Yandere!fisherman dreams now invaded by the unknown woman. Her opal like scales that seemed softer than cotton, the halo of hair that followed her whenever she moved, bright eyes filled with childlike wonder. Soft supple lips lifted into a small smile. The feeling in his chest returns.

Yandere!fisherman commences his plan at night, gently tossing the net into the water far away from his boat. Lies in wait, white knuckling the thick rope connected to the net ready to pull at any moments notice. Sees the beautiful beast nearing his trap, grits teeth "come on.." he jerks the net snatching the side of her body, her right arm and fin tangled in the thick plastic. Bubbles flurry to the surface panicked splashing accompanying it.

Yandere!fisherman who yanks the net forward creating small waves, the veins in his arms bulging from the amount of force takes large steps back bringing her closer. Has her a few feet away from boat when SNAP the net collapses into itself, her body freeing with every thrash. Let's out a scream of frustration watching the mermaid flee the scene quickly.

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Mermaid!reader swimming back home in pure shock clutching her iridescent shell, unable to filter in the million of questions her friends asked her.

Mermaid!reader who thinks of all the fables and stories of humans snatching merpeople were true, she knew that much, but never did she think she would be one of the missing. She had been so careful, not following the same path or reappearing in the same spot.

Mermaid!reader stays cocooned in her shell like home for days, the soft hues of pink and yellow calming her soul. Small treasures displayed on weaved seaweed shelves warmed her heart, creating a bubble of peace in her rampant mind. The human objects she collected overtime glared at her, an uneasy feeling urged herself to stuff the objects deep in sand. To forget about them and everything about the surface. To forget about the existence of humans.

Mermaid!reader traces the angry marks that indented her tail, curling further on her kelp bed. Regrets taking the dare that made her get so close to the land. She could have been blissfully blind if she just stayed with the cities limits, unburdened with the knowledge of what the coast held. Shivering at the daunting feeling, she imagined what awaited her the moment she broke through the surface.

Mermaid!reader who wants to stay rooted right where she was but the other part who knew the truth, she knew she would have to go back and help her friends. But to go back was a death wish there was no telling that luck would be on her side once more, memories of her stolen friends flashed through her mind.

Mermaid!reader with her mind set, decides to go back. Asks around her city hoping to find out more about humans only to hit dead end after dead end. Deflated, swims to the coral library wanting at least to brush up on the human tales that once scared her when she was guppie.

Mermaid!reader who draws a map of sector starfish. Noting where she was almost taken, she tries to remember where her fish friends would go. They weren’t the brightest bunch so she knew they would be scattered through out the water. Despite the numerous problem she was faced with, she pushes forward.

Mermaid!reader who stays at the edge of the sunlight zone, worry seeps in her veins her tail thrashing in agitating. “It’s not a big deal..I’m just going back to the place where I was almost taken, it’s fine. It’s fine, I’m fine..”. She took a deep breath before releasing, groups bubbles tumbled from her mouth caressing her features. A soothing warmness settles in her chest at the feeling as she tried to the keep up with the uncoherent thoughts she had.

Mermaid!reader cautious of every little thing, swimming as slow as possible. Decides to split the area into smaller sectors, one sector a day. That'll keep her safe. Hopefully. Days slowly crawl by, her wavered confidence stayed stagnant riddled with the anxiety of ‘what if’s?’

Mermaid!reader shakes her head disappointed at the fish who swim merrily around the few hooks in sector starfish. ‘All those warnings floated away from them’ she thought glumly. Sees Kai the stingray stuck in a large net, doesn't hesitate to swim forward sharp shell in hand pushing away her dread.

Mermaid!reader determination set in her features she prepared herself to slash haphazardly trying to free her friend as quickly as possible. Let's out a scream of terror dropping her weapon, realizing her friend was already dead and gutted.

Mermaid!reader distracted by the horrifying scene set in front of her, she barely felt another net underneath the sand lift upwards speedily creating a cage around her.

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Yandere!fisherman who is quite glum from the lack of appearance of his prize-bag of money. Rereads his booklet, noting she would appear most when the tides were rising. The perfect time when fish would trickle in like children at a sweets shop. Reinforces a seine net and buries it in the sand underneath his ship, is about to rise from the water when he spots stray stingray swimming away from his curious eyes.

Yandere!fisherman couldn’t help but to smile.

Mermaid!reader who's dropped onto the floor the modest boat unceremoniously. Starts to beg the burly fisherman to let her go, that she only wanting to keep her friends safe "Please! I mean you no harm! How would you feel if hundreds of your friends where snatched away from home and they were never seen again? Understand me" she pleaded, voice getting hoarse from lack of water. Her limbs ached from the drop, the tight net reopening the wounds on her shimmering tail and torso.

Yandere!fisherman after weeks of watching her from the boat can't help but to tune her out. Not that her voice wasn't as sugary as he imagined, but to finally be able to drink in her foreign features. Euphoria drenched his body, this was real.

Yandere!fisherman thinks of the dreams that haunted him each night, were nothing compared to reality. Entranced by every crease, mole, and scar that covered her very being, studying her features he memorized every little detail. Dark eyes taking in the strange clothing she wore, lingering on the open wounds on her opalescent tail.

Yandere!fisherman who feels cold at the thought of someone else feasting on her beauty. He was the only one deserved to look at her, he watched for months, weeks of planning and yearning to get to this moment. He knew her. She was his. No one was worthy enough to bathe in her beauty. "Shhh, it's okay. Oh, have I got some plans for you sweetheart. But don't you worry your pretty little head about anything, I’ll take care of everything.”

[yanderenightmare]

yandere ! BAKUGOU KATSUKI

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: noncon, yandere, angst ig

Just thinking about-

Grownup Prohero ! Katsuki having made it to be number one, living in his fancy new house all exclusive and away from all people he finds irritating, with at least six cars in his garage and his face frequently seen on the cover of every hero magazine available, only to receive his invitation to your wedding and realizing none of it means anything.

The pretty white envelope along with the stupid bit of paper inside with letters he recognizes are in your handwriting blown up between his palms. A hurt he hadn't felt in a long time simmering like a sickness in his gut and throat, even in his eyes.

He just doesn't understand where all the fucking time went. He used to have all the time in the world to settle things with you. And now you belong to someone else even though he's King of the world.

He doesn't want to think about it, because thinking about it makes him hate himself. But the self-loathing is rooted so deep it's like something's bitten him and locked on. He just can't force himself to stop thinking, every week and month passing by up until the date.

And he hates himself so much he gets sick. Riddled with regret and anger and jealousy and the type of betrayal you only feel toward yourself.

He hates himself for not smiling with you enough, for not helping instead of calling you helpless, for not asking you to the stupid prom he knew you wanted to go to, and he hates himself for everything after you grew up, for not reaching out, for never calling you to tell you how much he's constantly thinking about you, for not even trying to make you fall for him as hard as he faceplants for you every single fucking time he sees you.

He can't stop himself from dropping by either. He knows he shouldn't be there, knows it's the last place he ought to be. And he's berating himself all the while as he scouts the building and breaks in through the window where he spots a white veil hanging.

But his thoughts stop altogether when you come out only a second later.

Anyone would have screamed, but you're never surprised to see him. And you smile and laugh and ask him if this is how he responds to all RSVPs.

But he's too shellshocked to say anything with how perfect you look in your dress.

He really didn't think he'd care, but he does because you look like perfection and it's not for him.

You give him a twirl and ask if he likes it and he just doesn't understand how he let any of this happen. How he let some other extra take you away from him.

But then he realizes that no one else knows he's there.

Just you.

And it's a dangerous thought. But you don't know it because you're smiling and giggling and perhaps just a bit tipsy on champagne and otherwise dumb with wedding jitters and full of butterflies.

And only a strong hand over your mouth and nose have you pass out like a snuffed light.

And Bakugou's desperately trying to think of things to say to you for when you wake up in his bed in the isolated new house that now, in retrospect, seems perfect for keeping someone captive.

The thought calms him almost chillingly. And his eyes fall onto you.

Weary head on his pillow, white dress on black sheets.

And he doesn't really know what he wants to do with you except touch you, and then he realizes that isn't that he doesn't know what but that he wants to do absolutely everything and simply can't choose what to do first.

But you wake up when he lifts your skirt and leave him only enough time to catch a glimpse of the way too cute pre-honeymoon lingerie you have on underneath.

You ask where you are and rub your head, then you ask where your husband is and Katsuki feels a sudden urge to murder anyone and everyone with that name in the outmost gruesome and painful way possible.

But you have more questions that pull him back from the violent thought, questions of what happened and whose bed is this and why's your ankle's cuffed to it, and then you're no longer asking questions because that's when the tears finally fall and the panic harshly kicks in.

But one more question manages to leave you before all you do is scream stop stop stop, and it's why are you doing this?

And Bakugou thinks about saying something like the hero always gets the girl, but he's never really believed in that crap anyway so all he does instead is fuck you in that wedding dress you would be wearing for him if only he'd had the balls to ask you first.

[axther]

Hallo miss etsi 🥺 could I mayhaps have something with Xiao or Albedo (it can be HCs or not anything you write is lovely regardless 🥰) and the moment they realize they love you 🥺👉👈 (can be yandere or not you do you miss ma’am)

BEEP BEEP HI HEHEHE TY 

Xiao, not as a yandere, is terrified. He’s lost so much, lost too much that once he realises that he loves you, he tries distancing himself. He’s horrified at the thought of losing you or accidentally hurting you, so if you realise that you see him a lot less, you now know why! The only way to really shake some sense into him is if you get into some serious trouble, and he has to save you. He realises that you, as a human, are mortal. Mortal! Nothing scares him more, and he starts clinging to you a bit more. Not enough for you to catch on, but enough that you know he’s worried.  However, as a yandere, he’s anxious. The same thing applies from before with the whole “worried for you”, but he skips over the distancing. He’s realised too soon that you’re prone to hurt, prone to break, so he starts babyproofing all of Tevyat as much as he can. Monsters? No more. Someone harassing you? Gone. Woosh. Someone scammed you once, three years ago? They found you, shaking and handing over the Mora. Seriously, he just loses it. Except, there’s no way he’s gonna let you see him crack. He’s just normal Xiao around you...right? 

(pssst @tspice283) 

Albedo, not as a yandere, is shellshocked. This wasn’t in any of his calculations. He didn’t even consider himself to have a heart. So to realise out of the blue that he likes you...he’s thrown. He begins trying to study how to date, how to ask you out, but it results in several failed attempts of him using outdated methods of asking you out. He asks Sucrose, and even observes some hilichurl mating methods, until eventually you walk in on him literally asking Sucrose if love potions are possible. It results in him having to explain why, and then you confessing...and him confessing back...and you confessing again.......and him confessing back....and you confessing again....and him confessing back... However, as a yandere, he tries to trigger a chemical response from you to love him. Using scents, foods, whatever he has on hand, he’ll try to make you love with any sort of advantage he has. He’ll try to make excuses for you to hang around Dragonspine, ask for you to get him certain ingredients in dangerous locations so he has to be the one to patch you up (he’s closest, after all) and make himself appear almost as a saviour in your eyes. Manipulation is his strong point as a yandere, and he’ll use it as much as he can. 

[babyybitchhhwrites]

Illumi x Reader 18+

Warnings: Yandere (?), noncon, oral sex 

Tapping your foot in time with the reverberating beat, you scanned the crowded bar again. Still no sign of the man who’d offered to buy you a drink over twenty minutes ago. It was incredibly disappointing, and not just because he’d been a real cutie with a strong jawline. That was the second potential suitor that had pulled a vanishing act on you tonight. 

You frowned, wondering what the problem was. 

Halfway through the motion of lifting your hand to your face for an inconspicuous breath test, you froze. Someone was watching you. 

It wasn’t either of the men that had approached you tonight. You’d never seen this one before and he was doing very little to hide the fact he was staring. A shudder snaked its way up your spine as you quickly looked away, breaking eye contact with him. Something was wrong. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what but the lead weight settling in the pit of your gut was reason enough for you to stand up and move to the opposite side of the room. Had he been observing you this entire time? 

You didn’t want to think about that. Couldn’t. You’d come out to have a good night, not spook yourself with your overactive imagination. Putting some space between you and that disconcerting, blank faced stare would do you a world of good. You were certain of it. 

Finding a vacant corner along the far wall, you tucked your back into the tight space and looked out over the sea of nameless faces. Still no sign of the two who had struck up conversation with you earlier. No sign of that voyeur either. You forced your shoulders to relax and took a deep breath. It wasn’t so strange to have someone checking you out like that in a bar. You’d definitely overreacted, you decided, feeling silly now. There wasn’t any reason to let it negatively impact your evening. 

Shrugging off the discontent, you went about your business. It didn’t take long at all for someone else to walk up to you while you swayed in time with the music. You smiled in greeting. He smiled back and told you his name was Myer. A pair of perfect dimples winked at you, making your heart flutter. He asked if you were alone and when you said ‘no’, he offered to get you something to drink. You almost declined the offer. Letting him out of your sight didn’t seem like a good idea. Would he just disappear too?

With a quick look at the bar, you concluded that it couldn’t hurt. You had an almost straight shot view of the long polished counter from where you were standing so it wouldn’t be difficult to keep an eye on him. No harm, no foul, right? 

Making up your mind, you smiled again. “Rum and coke, please.” 

“Sure thing. Be right back.” 

Myer turned and you watched him go, an anxious tickle teasing the back of your mind. He weaved his way up to the bartender and, after waiting for his turn, he placed the order. You could see him pulling out a healthy stack of bills from a pocket and the fact he stopped long enough to slip a few into the tip jar endeared you to him all the more, feeling your uncertainty start to subside. Everything was going well. He didn’t look like he was going to run off on you like the other two and your confidence rapidly cobbled itself back together. He might be the one.

You started to turn away, not wanting him to think you’d been watching him like a hawk the entire time, when a flash of shiny obsidian caught your attention. Icy chill assaulted your veins when you realized it was the man from before. The one who’d been staring at you. He’d shuffled right up next to Myer and leaned in close to say something in his ear, a shimmering curtain of jet black hair shifting against his back with the motion. It looked like they were sharing a secret between friends. Innocuous by all accounts. You would have assumed it nothing more than an innocent exchange if you hadn’t noticed the way Myer’s back stiffened. 

The instantaneous horror that gripped you was palpable. What was he saying to him? Why wouldn’t Myer so much as look at the stranger as he turned and shuffled off with his tail tucked between his legs, leaving both drinks at the bar? You couldn’t make sense of it. The implication of what you’d just witnessed was startling and incomprehensible in equal measure. Was this why the others had never come back?

With your heart lodged in your throat, you pushed off the wall and shoved your way through the crowd. Your first instinct was to beat a hasty retreat before your absence from the corner was noticed but you couldn’t do that. Not in good conscience, anyway. The friend you’d gone out with was out on the dance floor with her boyfriend, oblivious to the panic making it hard for you to breathe and having a good old time. She’d worry herself sick if you vanished without a trace. You had to find her and fast. 

“Hello.” 

You nearly jumped right out of your skin when someone stepped directly into your path and you immediately recognized him. The ink black hair cascading over his shoulders was a dead giveaway. He was a strange mix of forgettably plain and strikingly unique, uncanny in a way. Just looking at him caused your fight or flight instincts to go haywire and you shuffled back a step, shuddering when those eerily blank eyes tracked the motion. It felt like he was peering right through you. 

“I’m Illumi.” 

Brows knitting, you shook your head in disbelief. You didn’t really care what his name was. “What do you want?” 

“Come with me.” He said, reaching out to grab the meat of your upper arm. 

It happened too quick for you to pull away and your eyes widened in surprise. His fingers were as unrelenting as iron and as cold as the dead. The notion that he wasn’t human flashed through your mind, screaming at you like a flashing neon sign, but it was too late. He already had you in his clutches and all you could do was sputter indignantly when he pulled you into motion. This could not be happening. 

“Let go of me!” You hissed. “I’ll scream if you don’t. I’ll scream so loud your ear drums will bleed! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” 

“I’d rather you didn’t do that but if you feel the need then go ahead.” 

Your heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t possibly be serious right now. “W - where are you taking me?” You quivered, losing some of your adrenaline fueled bluster. 

“Not far.” Was his simple answer to that question. 

Dumbfounded, you gaped at the back of his head. It was a struggle to wrap your mind around what was even happening let alone figure out how he could be so nonplussed about this. Didn’t this count as kidnapping, or at least abduction? And didn’t anyone care? 

A quick, terrified look around the crowded bar seemed to suggest not. It was like they didn’t even see him dragging you away against your will and you’d just taken a breath to shriek, determined to make them care by causing enough of a scene that they couldn’t ignore it any longer when Illumi abruptly pulled you off course. The air caught in your throat as you stumbled through a door and straight into a bathroom. It was small and cramped. Only enough room for a toilet and a sink. 

You spun on him when he released your arm, the abused nerves crying out in agony. There were sure to be blooming purple splotches in the shape of his fingers come morning, if you made it that long, but there were more pressing matters to worry about at the moment. He was locking the door and turning to look at you expectantly. Your face promptly drained of all color. Surely he wasn’t serious. 

“Are you out of your mind?” 

Illumi cocked his head to one side as if that’d been a strange question to ask of him. “I’m perfectly sane, thank you.”

You barked out a humorless laugh. “I doubt that. Unlock the door. Now!” 

“I don’t think so.” He closed the distance between you two in a single step and you recoiled. His hands came up as fast as before, maybe even faster, to cradle your cheeks between his calloused palms and tilt your face up at him and you trembled. “You’ve been a bad girl, you know. Talking to those other men like I wasn’t even standing right there. I won’t tolerate promiscuity.” 

You were too stunned to even blink. “Wha … I -”

“It’s time for your punishment now. Are you ready?” 

He didn’t wait for an answer before forcing you down onto your knees so hard that pain spiderwebbed throughout your legs. You seethed and swayed unsteadily, physically reeling from the shock. Illumi was much stronger than his lithe frame would suggest. You hadn’t anticipated such unrelenting force from those elegantly skinny arms of his but that was nothing compared to the startlement that rushed through you when he reached for the front of his pants. 

“Wait -” 

One of his hands shot down to grab your hair at the roots and pull you up straight, making it impossible for you to escape now. An ugly, wet sob bubbled to life in your constricting throat and you almost choked on it. Everything was happening too fast. None of it made any sense. All you could do was suck in one ragged breath after another as you numbly watched him shove his loose fitting pants down his thighs, trying not to hyperventilate. The half hard cock that sprung up into the air, mere inches from your nose, very nearly sent you into a full blown panic attack but you managed to rein it in through sheer force of will. Now wasn’t the time to dissolve into hysterics. You needed to think.

“Listen to me. Please.” You croaked, looking up at him pleadingly. “I wasn’t being promiscuous. You’re not my boyfriend. I don’t even know anything about you.” 

Illumi had the nerve to appear somewhat surprised by that assertion. “You don’t? That’s odd. I know everything about you.” 

Your gut twisted. The implication alone was horrifying but if he was telling the truth, if he wasn’t bluffing … 

You were in such a shellshocked daze that you didn’t notice Illumi guiding his cock to your mouth until the head of it brushed your lips. Grimacing, you tried to pull away but he merely tightened his hold on your hair and jerked you back into place. You whimpered and he tried again. This time you petulantly clamped your lips shut in a hard line, denying him access even when he tried to force his way in. 

With a click of his tongue, he gave up. “If you don’t open your mouth it's only going to get worse. There are plenty of other ways I could choose to punish you.” 

It didn’t take long for you to realize he was right. You were probably getting off easy this way. He was clearly in a position to do anything he damn well wanted and there was very little you could do to stop him. Maybe it was better to just swallow your pride, get this over with and pretend like nothing had ever happened. The invisible scars would probably be less severe, at least. 

Hesitantly, you parted your lips. Illumi gave no outward sign of approval and he wasted no time sliding his cock head inside your mouth. The weight of him settled on your tongue as you fought to breathe through your nose, shuddering at the bitter taste of him. He was almost completely hard now and he twitched against the roof of your mouth, smearing a bead of precum across your palette. You swallowed the bile rising in your throat and settled into your spot on the floor, apathetically accepting your fate. There was nothing you could do about it now. 

A long beat of quiet passed over the cramped little room. 

“Well?” Illumi quipped at length. “Aren’t you going to suck it?” 

Your eyes snapped up to fix him with a heated glare. It didn’t seem to bother him one bit though and you could feel your face growing warm as you bobbed your head forward, listlessly pulling him in deeper. The thought of actually putting in any effort to get him off made your stomach roil but it quickly became apparent that you didn’t have any other choice. He seemed content to just stand there with his prick in your mouth for as long as it took. You could see he had the patience and his cock showed no sign of softening any time soon so you had a choice to make. Bite the bullet and get it over with or prolong the humiliation. 

What he’d said about this being a punishment echoed through your mind. He was under the impression that you’d wronged him, that you were somehow cheating on him with those other men, which meant you had to earn his forgiveness. You could do that. Probably.

Shifting on your protesting knees, you carefully brought your hands up to brace them on Illumi’s thighs. He allowed it, much to your relief, and you used the newfound leverage to swallow him down to about the midway point of his shaft. You got no reaction for your trouble but that wasn’t about to stop you. Not when you’d already sunk this low and you pulled back only to repeat the process, not stopping this time until you felt the glans tickle your tonsils. Pausing there, you brought your tongue up to the lav the underside of him in attention he didn’t deserve. 

He remained as stoic as a stone statue above you, the continued silence only spurring you on in some sick, twisted way. You didn’t stop long enough to consider how messed up that was and, drawing a steadying breath through your nose, you started bobbing your head. Up and down, up and down, over and over again, letting him drag the accumulating spit out of your mouth on each upward pull. It dripped down your chin in thick sheets, pooling and oozing onto your exposed cleavage in heavy clumps that quickly cooled in the air. You felt like a sloppy mess but you could tell Illumi was enjoying the hasty mouth fuck by the sporadic tic in his thigh muscles. You still hadn’t gotten much of a response out of him though and you decided to test your luck. There wasn’t a whole lot you could lose at this point so it was worth a shot at least.

Holding the oxygen in your lungs, you relaxed your throat and leaned into him. The smooth glans dipped into your throat, very nearly setting off your gag reflex, but you persisted. Inch by inch, he slid down your neck until your eyes were watering with reflexive tears and your nose touched the base of his pelvis. You stayed there for a moment, trying not to wretch around him, but it was a lost cause. Stomach heaving, you came up off him with a wet, ragged gasp. Ropes of glistening spittle stretched between his bobbing cock and your raw lips, only further highlighting your degradation and making you feel even more ashamed for submitting to his demands like this. It was shameful. 

So caught up in swallowing the pitiful sobs that were clawing their way up the back of your throat, you almost missed the sigh of pleasure he breathed out. Almost. 

Gaze lifting, you numbly peered into Illumi’s face. His expression was as blank as ever but the glint in his dark eyes seemed to suggest you’d found the winning formula. Either he genuinely liked being deepthroated or the action was enough of a struggle for you that he got off on watching you do it. Either way, you couldn’t afford to waste this nugget of information. If that’s what it took to put an end to this farce then so be it. 

You breathed in and you breathed out. Steeled your resolve. Bringing your hand up to grasp the base of him and keep him still, you took Illumi’s cock into your mouth again. Straight to the edge of your throat where you paused just long enough to force the muscles to relax before swallowing him down your neck again. You could actually feel the way he filled out the narrow, fleshy passage and stretched it right to the point of discomfort, the baser part of your brain screaming that you were choking. It took every ounce of willpower you possessed to smother the urge to pull off him again as you nuzzled into the short trimmed curls that were tickling your nose. He was very neat and clean, you had to give him that. 

“I knew you’d figure it out.” He said softly. “There can’t be forgiveness if there isn’t an appropriate amount of suffering first.” 

Wretching around him, you gurgled noisily in response. Your vision was clouded over and blurred from the neverending stream of tears pricking your lash line and you were starting to get light headed, but you forced yourself to stay put for just a moment longer. Praying that it would push him that much closer to the edge. The sooner he came the sooner you’d be free to go and, hating that you couldn’t endure any longer, you pulled back until he slipped out of your throat. Choking and heaving for air as a fresh deluge of spit poured out of your mouth right along with his cock. 

Your stomach lurched at the sight of it wetly flopping between his thighs. You weren’t sure how many more times you could do that without throwing up all over the front of him. He probably deserved it but you had a feeling he wouldn’t appreciate it much. 

You groaned in frustration and fisted his prick again, desperately pumping at him. Illumi’s fingers only gripped your hair even harder, making your scalp burn, and you quickly got the picture. It was all or nothing.

Sucking in a haggard breath, you surged forward onto his prick again. Your throat constricted and tried valiantly to keep him out this time but you forced yourself down, down until he was once again wedged deep inside your neck. Shoulders shaking, you stayed there with your nose flush against his pelvis for as long as you could stand it, only pulling back when you thought for sure you were going to pass out. Illumi’s hand stilled you though, exerting just enough force to keep you right where you were. 

Your eyes widened. Genuine panic rushed into the forefront of your mind in an instant and you struggled to pull off his cock, frantically pushing at his thighs to signal that you needed air. But he was implacable, entirely unperturbed, and when you started to thrash he merely brought his other hand down to lock your head in place. You were trapped. He wasn’t going to let you spit him out this time. Would he really let you suffocate right here on the bathroom floor? 

“Relax.” 

You would have laughed if you could. All you did instead was loudly wretch so hard that snot bubbled out of your nose. You coughed around him, frantically swallowed and choked again. Every muscle in your body heaved and you spit up an obscene amount of saliva that oozed out around his cock and ran down your face. You were covered in it now, the top of your low cut shirt uncomfortably damp with it, but that was the least of your problems now. Everything was starting to recede to a throbbing pinprick of consciousness and you knew you were going to blackout. Just a few more seconds and it would all fade away. 

At least you would be free of this nightmare. 

Illumi abruptly yanked on your hair, tearing you off his cock so forcefully that you fell back into the wall. Your head thumped against it but you were much too disoriented to notice the pain. Blinking widely to clear your vision, you sucked in a much needed lungfull of fresh air and owlishly peered up at him. His thin lips were parted in a surprisingly delicate ‘o’, the only readily available sign that he was at all affected by what was happening. Your dazed attention dropped lower and locked on his glistening prick when he angled it at your face. Realizing what he was doing, you opened your mouth to protest but it was too late. 

Thick ropes of pearl white ejaculate erupted from the glans and hit you dead center between the eyes. You froze, too stunned to react, and a second splurt of cum promptly splattered across your forehead. The third and final load hit its mark on your chin, mixing with the mess of spit you were covered in.

You couldn’t believe it. Any of it. The fact he’d felt it necessary to paint your face, as if to complete the humiliation sundae you’d suffered at his hands, threatened to bowl you over right on the spot. You didn’t even have the wherewithal to put up a fight when he guided his flagging erection to your mouth and wiped the lingering traces of semen across your mouth. How were you supposed to get home looking like this? 

Oblivious, or perhaps unconcerned, Illumi casually went about pulling his pants back into place and secured them with an emerald green sash while you sat there, reeling in the aftermath. You’d hoped he’d just leave and let you wallow in your misery alone but of course that was asking too much. He shuffled close again and bent at the waist to place a condescending hand on top of your head. Toying with the notion of spitting right in his stupid face, you looked up at him with the most furious scowl you could muster. It didn’t bother him, of course.

“I hope you make better choices next time.” He said blandly. “You belong to me. No one else. Do you understand?” 

You nodded your head tersely, already notating a comprehensive restraining order in your head. 

“Good. I’m afraid I won’t be so lenient next time.” 

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere! Ratchet & Clank Masterlist

Ratchet

Yandere! Ratchet with Lombax! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Rivet

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

Emperor Nefarious

Yandere! Emperor Nefarious with Human! Darling (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Shellshock

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

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Steven & Marc (3/4)

Word count ; 4.3k

*TW : abuse. general manipulation. Remember, Steven/Marc aren’t really good either lmao. it's yandere for a reason.

I dried my hands, having finally finished washing the dishes from tonight’s meal. Charles was god knows where taking a phone call, so I was grateful to have some time to myself. I cleared my throat and grabbed my phone, stopping the music. I still had my earbuds, though, hoping to watch some videos on the couch before retiring for the night.

It had been a very exhausting last few days. Charles… tended to be a drama queen, so at least I couldn’t complain about life being dull, despite working at a flimsy gift shop day to day. 

I entered the living room. Because the night was cool, before sitting on the couch, I went open to open the windows, although I left the screen to cover them. I could hear Charles talking angrily to someone on the phone about something. I ignored it, though, plopping on the couch and pulling my legs up with me.

I checked my messenger, skimming over some group chats, before moving to YouTube. I put on a random upload from my favorite YouTuber, instantly becoming absorbed. I even laughed a few times. I was so preoccupied, in fact, that I completely ignored Charles when he sat on the couch beside me.

I jolted out of surprise when he grabbed my knee. I paused the video and pulled out an earbud, eyeing him questioningly.

Charles was stoic as usual, but for the first time in a long while, he had a slight smile on his handsome expression. My heart used to melt for the opportunity to see him happy, but it grew old quickly. It was quite overshadowed by how negative he always was. But my friends told me this was normal in a serious relationship and marriage.

“What is it?” I asked, quirking a brow.

“I figured it was about time you moved in with me,” he stated.

My entire body tensed. Even the idea of living with him terrified me. He seemed to notice my body language, though, and squeezed my knee tighter. He wasn’t smiling anymore. 

Once I recovered from the shellshocked, I inquired,” …Why the rush?”

“Why the hesitance?”

“I - It’s just, you’re bringing this up so suddenly when we’ve already agreed to wait til marriage,” I muttered. I couldn’t meet his gaze, instead steeling myself for what I knew was coming.

“Change of plans. I’m getting impatient. Do you not want to move in with me? I have all the money in the world. You could quit your job and live a carefree existence.”

“It’s… too sudden. I’ve already paid this month’s rent. And I like working, thank you very much.” My throat was completely dry.

Charles pulled away and rose to his feet. He towered over me, leaving my with no choice but to meet his fiery gaze. His fists were clenched, and even with a bruised face, he was terrifying to look at.

“There’s no reason for you not to move in with me now. What are you not telling me? I’m right about you being a cheating whore, aren’t I? I’ve always known it —“

“I’m not cheating!” I shrieked desperately. I scooted down the couch quickly, rising to my feet. “How many times do I have to tell you? Because of you, I literally have no life, except for your rich socialite friends! I’ve changed everything about myself for you, and yet here you are, accusing me of being unfaithful!”

As quickly as my anger flourished, it vanished, being replaced with fear as I saw how his expression darkened. He always told me he hated when I raised my voice. He hated when I argued with him. He hated how I was. But… how could I stand for such accusations.

“Shut the fuck up, you sleazy bitch!” he roared, red in the face. “It’s that arsehole from earlier, isn’t it? Am I not rich enough? Do I not buy you enough things? Is that why you fuck other guys? Stop lying to my face, whore!”

Tears had already sprouted to my eyes. Silence fell over the room. It was either I upset him more by defending myself, or I upset him more by admitting to something I’d never done. There was no escape for me in this situation, and he knew that. 

Instead, a sob bubbled in my throat, and my hands went to wipe my eyes. Why did the man hate me so?

“Stop fucking crying, slut! You always play the bloody victim when you know damn well I’m the one being hurt. I deserve better. You should be fucking grateful I waste my time on a bitch like you! I could do so much better, so be grateful I’m even with you.”

“Get out, get out, get out!” I yelled, meekly pushing at his chest. “I want you gone! Now! Leave me be!”

That wasn’t the right thing to say at all. Charles snorted cynically, pushing me in return. Except, it wasn’t nearly as light as mine was. Instead, I was sent flying over the coffee table. While in the process of falling, I reached out desperately, but all I found was a vase of flowers that he’d given me. It crashed along with me, some of the glass immediately piercing my legs. My head also collided with the wooden floor, and I let out a shriek of pain.

I heard several clicks and snaps from outside the window.

My head was pounding, my legs were tangled, and glass was stuck in my. I was also wet from the spilled flowers. I was… miserable.

I curled up on the side, unable to prevent the sobs from escaping, echoing in the room. I felt oh-so pathetic as Charles only stared. He didn’t even move to help me.

He moved around the coffee table and crouched in front of me. I was still cradling my legs to my chest, my hands covered in my own blood. My vision was blurry, and yet I still attempted shrink away from him as he reached out to me.

I hoped for him to be kind. But that would only happen in my dreams. Instead, he grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me upright. My throat burned even further as my limbs were forced to stretch in unnatural ways. He pulled me so very close. With one hand, he had my collar, but with the other, he cupped my cheek.

“Listen here, whore. I’ll look over this incident and forgive you if and only if you never fucking cheat again and you move in with me,” he huskily demanded. “Be obedient and we’ll get married without any other hitches. Got it?”

I was so exhausted, I could only blink. That seemed to satisfy him, and his entire mood seemed to switch. He smiled sweetly, pressed a quick kiss to my lips. My entire body seemed to reject it, and in that moment, I began to heave. He pulled away, confused.

And just like that, I threw up. It was just as painful as the blood seeping from the wounds. The omit landed on his expensive suit, and he immediately threw me back onto the floor, stumbling away in disgust. 

I heard more snaps and clicks but was too drained to see what the commotion was. Charles clearly was too.

He didn’t even say goodbye as he grabbed his briefcase. All I could hear was a ‘fucking bitch’ muttered under his breath.

My mouth was dry after I finished spilling my guts. All I could do was sprawl out on the ground, staring at the ceiling helplessly.

He’d never been violent toward me before. My heart had officially shattered into pieces.

~~~

Steven was absolutely knackered. After a night of spying and then him and Marc losing their shit and then immediately diving into planning and then losing their shit again after reviewing the photos, it was safe to say he hadn’t gotten any sleep last night. However, a cup of coffee fueled them for the time being. And besides, she was more important than sleep.

Marc was on the same page as him completely now. In fact, he was the one who thought of their little plan yesterday, and was the brunt force that drove them into ungodly hours of the night. Marc would hopefully never be more interested than him, but he sure was equally obsessed with the girl as him. Although, it was definitely for different reasons.

He waved politely to the security guard. The security guard waved back, greeting,” Hey Stu!”

On any other day, that would bother him to no end. But he was completely absorbed with his mission, entering the museum further.

The moment he spotted Y/n at her normal post, leaning against the gift shop counter with a distant look in her eyes, Steven was as grateful as he was bothered. She was incredibly injured. She should’ve taken at least a week off to rest! But, at the same time, it meant he wouldn’t have to wait on moving forward with his plan.

He uttered as friendly as a smile as he could, despite having nothing but negativity swarming his head. Y/n didn’t even notice as he walked up to the counter, his hands shoved in his pocket. She was looking directly at him, but she was completely spaced out, not even blinking.

Steven sighed, waving his hand in front of her face. She suddenly jumped, standing up straight. She seemed terrified for a brief moment, but all her stress washed away the instant she recognized the man in front of her.

“Hello there,” Steven greeted poshly.

Y/n seemed relieved by his presence. She nodded curtly. “Hi, Steven. The same goes for Marc… What brings you here?” she tittered.

Steven grinned. “I wish I could say it was just to visit, but it’s actually on official business. Are you doing alright, though? You seem pretty knackered.”

“Just… had a bout of insomnia last night, is all,” she fibbed quietly.

Steven’s mouth twitched, but didn’t let his displeasure show. “I’m sorry to hear that. I hate to bother you again, but as you probably know, I work with police, and furthermore, detectives.” That was a lie. But she didn’t need to know that. “See, I recognized your fiancé the other day. Charles Mindel of Mindel corporations, yes?”

Y/n nodded. “Yeah… and?”

“Well, I hate to tell you this, but… he’s been under investigation for the following crimes.” He cleared his throat, pulling out a napkin from his pocket. He read,” Embezzlement, collusion, forgery, and most evident, workplace sexual and physical abuse. Do you know anything about this? Have the police contacted you at all?”

Her jaw dropped. Y/n wasn’t very good at hiding her concern. Steven felt smug; he was witnessing the destruction of Y/n and that piece of shit’s relationship in real time. A part of him also felt bad for lying, but seeing how this guy was, he probably was committing a lot of crimes.

“No, the police haven’t… Charles doesn’t really, uh, talk to people about me. He says its, uh, bad for him reputation. I don’t know anything about it. He doesn’t take to me about his work.”

Steven’s smile faded and he accidentally clenched his fist, crumpling the napkin at the same time. Y/n glanced unsurely at it, but Steven shook his head. “Seriously…?”

“What?” she retorted, confused.

Steven held back a rant about what a piece of shit he was, but he knew she wasn’t in the right mindset to hear it right now. Maybe she would be when she saw the evidence he planted in that arsehole’s office. Not only did he plan on rescuing her from an abusive relationship, he planned to swoop in and steal his heart when he proved he was the right one for her.

“Nothing,” Steven answered. “Em, has he displayed any suspicious activities? Is there anything abnormal about his behavior? Abuser tend to act certain ways, after all, and it would be a great lead.”

“Well -I don’t really know about any of that stuff… Exactly how many people have reported abuse?”

He tapped his chin in lock thought. “Hm… I recall reading four reports from women who used to be his assistants. Their stories seem consistent. First, he love-bombs them with gifts and pretty words, then asks for things in exchange such as a kiss, and often, when he was rejected or they made a mistake at work, he became violent and gave them an ultimatum to keep quiet.”

Y/n was trembling in her boots. Steven could tell by the look in her eyes that she believed it. That her soon-to-be ex-fiancé was capable of such things. Because what he described was exactly how Steven observed him treating her.

But, she shook her head anyways. “That’s… terrible!” Her voice was shaky.  “Um, I really don’t know anything about that. I mean, he treats me… okay, I suppose. Is… there any way I could help?”

Bingo. Steven predicted that instead of admitting the arsehole was abusive, she’d offer to help. Steven almost loser ‘professionalism,’ wanting nothing more than to grin with ecstasy. Instead, he cleared his throat. “Well, yes, actually. Because we are only able to search a house for a specific crime, it’s hard to nail all of them at once.That’s where you come in, Y/n. If you’d be so kind, perhaps after work - if you’ll let me go with you -, would you check his home for anything suspicious?”

“Y - yes! Yes, of course… I just don’t believe… Well, never mind.”

He knew Y/n believed he was capable of such terrible crimes. Because she already knew he treated her like shit.

He became a bit nervous. “Actually, Y/n… one, can we exchange phone numbers? So you can text me when work is over. And second, I’d love to treat you to an, uh, uh, meal afterwards. I’m sure you could use an extra friend with all that’s going on.” And a soon-to-be lover. In Steven’s mind, Y/n was already falling for him.

Y/n opened and then shut her mouth again., taking out her phone at the same tie and handing it to him. As Steven entered in his number, she reluctantly said,” I’m not sure if I can accept dinner. It’s nothing against you - you’re quite lovely - it’s just, if Charles found out…”

Steven quirked a brow, hander her phone back. “If he found out?”

“Well - nothing. I just don’t think I can.”

“If you happen to find something incriminating, I’m fairly certain what he thinks would be the least of your worries. Please?”

Y/n’s shoulders lowered.”Well… I guess so. Sure. Dinner sounds lovely.”

~~~

Today was a shitty day. Yesterday was a shitty day. The day before that was a shitty day. Every day had been shitty for the longest time. And right now, as I pulled out a key to Charles’ house with Steven or Marc - the walk was silent and he could’ve switched in the meantime -, I felt shitty. I was walking with a limp, too. 

Marc had noticed earlier. He questioned it several times, but shut up about it eventually. 

The door opening with ease. None of Charles’ cars were sitting outside, so I already knew he wasn’t home. I also knew that when he was giving the cold shoulder, he busied himself with work. And, potentially, forcefully sleeping with other women.

The accusation angered me to no end. It hurt because I had no doubt in my mind that Charles was probably like that. That he had the audacity to accuse me of cheating because I talked to a man when he was treating other women that way…

But there wasn’t any solid evidence yet. And I hoped there wouldn’t be. It would break my heart that I wasn’t even good enough for an evil man like him.

I didn’t have much dignity left, but if I found evidence of criminal activities, I’d have enough dignity to end things. Maybe then… I’d be happy.

I shut the door behind Steven slash Marc. He was proven to be Marc when he spoke up,” So this is the place, huh?”

I nodded wordlessly, hanging my bag up on the coat rack. I didn’t bother kicking off my shoes. Hopefully, this would be as simple as in-and-out. 

Marc cleared his throat. “We need to check the bedroom and office. Those are the priorities, since secrets are usually stored in those areas.”

“Sure thing.”

I motioned for him to follow, and I led him up the stairs. I figured that anything related to cheating would be in the bedroom, so I’d leave it for last. I marched down the hall toward the office, the floorboards’ creaks being the only sound echoing the house.

I wanted to get this over with. Heaving out a sigh, I opened the door.

I was relieved when the office didn’t seem any different than the few times I previously visited. Marc placed a firm, comforting hand on my shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze. I glanced back with him, but he separated, leaning on the wall. He was letting me do the dirty work.

I started with the file cases. I scanned several papers, mostly the ones in the back, but nothing seemed off about it. I didn’t really know how to read the files, so for all I knew, it could be collusion agreements or bribery or whatever. However, that wasn’t what I was looking for, and I knew it.

“Find anything suspicious?” 

“No. I don’t really understand any of this business stuff,” I admitted.

“Me neither,” Marc chuckled.

I weaved around the desk, sitting down for support. By the legs were drawers, the glass onyx for the sake of privacy. I eyed the laptop, but I didn’t know his password, so left it alone. I leaned over and pulled the top drawer open. It was almost completely barren, except for some pens and unopened post-it note packs.

The one underneath had a bunch of business magazines. I dug underneath, and my stomach began to churn when I found some Playboy magazines. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the potential heads-up on what I’d find  or because who the fuck had in-person porn magazines?

I pulled the newspaper up and slapped it on the desk. Marc looked over in surprise before joining me at the desk.  He grabbed the magazines, letting out a quiet ‘huh.’

I opened the third drawer.

And that’s when it seemed that my entire world was crashing down on my. My heart was on the verge of physically imploding. But, I was so stunned that I pulled out a cellular device.

I knew that Charles always had his phone on him for business. There was only one reason he’d need a second one. For cheating… or something worse. I could only hope it was the worse option for the sake of my almost non-existent self-confidence.

But, alas, when I dug deeper, my entire world stopped turning.

Shakily, I pulled out several pairs of lingerie and underwear. They were worn down and didn’t have any name tags on them. They were used. And they weren’t mine. And, most of all, Charles and I had never slept together. He never wanted to.

I set a red lace bra and pantie set on the desk. And then a black thong. And then a pink bikini top. And the bikini top was wet. 

“Are… these yours?” Marc asked unsurely.

I’m sure his question was answered when I burst into tears. I couldn’t help it. After all the accusations of being unfaithful, of not being good enough, of being a whore, he was cheating on me. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I sunk into the seat. My entire body was trembling and my mind was both racing and blank at the same time.

How long had he been cheating? Why wasn’t I good enough for him? Wasn’t I pretty enough? Wasn’t I obedient enough? He never asked to have sex with me. He said he wanted to wait until marriage. Was it because he preferred other women? 

My vision was blurry, but Marc immediately swooped around the desk and crouched in front of me. He grabbed my hands and pulled me into his chest. I felt disgusted with myself, just as disgusted as I was with Charles. I tried struggling to escape the hug, but he was steadfast, hushing into my ear and rubbing my back soothingly.

I couldn’t help it. I caved immediately, grabbing at his t-shirt. I was surprised that Marc didn’t let Steven take over, but that was the least of my concerns. I cried loudly into his neck, despite a numb sensation washing over me. My everything hurt. It was like my thigh was throbbing more than ever, the wounds completely reopened. My heart was torn into shreds.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed. All I knew is that I eventually detached from the man feeling all cried-out. I rubbed my nose and eyes furiously. 

Marc assisted me as I rose to my feet. “Marc,” I croaked,” walk out of frame… please.”

Marc did so, but I noticed that he took his phone out and snapped a few pictures. Probably for the sake of the investigation. But I pulled my own phone out from my back pocket, leaning against the desk for support. I wasted no time in face-timing Charles.

He declined almost immediately. But I ruthlessly tried again. And again. And again. Fifth time was the charm because it rang for several seconds. Just seeing his irritated expression sent a wave of anger through me.

“What? I’m busy, damn it. I don’t have time. The fuck do you want? To apologize?”

I snickered. “Sure. I’m the one who should be apologizing when you’re the one fucking cheating on me and abusing god knows how many people and being just the shittiest fucking human being alive!” My voice progressively got louder, but I couldn’t help it.

He hissed, walking down a white hallway. He looked insecure. He entered through a door during my rant, and immediately his expression betrayed his fury.

“The hell are you talking about, whore —“

I turned the camera view so that it was aimed exactly at the incriminating evidence. “You… you have the audacity to say I’m worthless and - and a big nothing and a whore and yet you were in your fucking office fucking some poor girl in a bikini god knows how many hours ago! How fucking dare you —“

“Shut the fuck up! Stop fucking yelling. You’ll ruin my goddamn reputation,” Charles shouted, having lost his temper. “Did you plant that shit? I haven’t fucking cheated on you, but fucking hell maybe I should have. You’re lying to my fucking face —“

“No. No! You’re a total asshole! You could’ve fucking… fucking immobilized my leg last night! I bet you went home and cheated on me after you fucking hurt the hell out of me like the asshole you are —“

He rubbed his temples. “I’m not fucking cheating! I don’t know how the fuck that shit got into my office. Why the fuck are you there anyways, huh? To plant that shit —“

“Deny it all you want, asshole. We’re over. If I ever see you again, I’ll —“

“You’ll what, huh?” He was seething. I fell silent at that, my skin crawling. “You’re not breaking up with me. I don’t know how that shit got there, but even with how fucking braindead you are I wouldn’t cheat.” I scoffed, but he didn’t seem to be done. “You’re not breaking up with me, Y/n. If you do, I swear to fucking god I will kill you.”

All of my anger vanished and my heart stopped. I had never been so terrified.

My attention was suddenly drawn to Marc. I realized that he had been recording the entire interaction. I felt so terribly embarrassed. He was motioning for me to hang up.I could only gulp.

“Well?” 

I had yet to turn the camera back to me. But I didn’t need to. I was scared for my life, but Marc was a witness. That meant, even if I was brutally murdered, at least one person would know.

“…Fuck you.”

I hung up and turned off my phone. My arms fell to my side. Marc immediately bounced back to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I let him lead me out of the room. Everything hurt so badly it was numb. But I leaned against Marc as we left the house. He wordlessly took my bag for me.

A part of me, deep down, was relieved. It was freeing in a sense. But right now, I was absolutely heartbroken.

“Hey. How about instead of dinner, we just go to your apartment and order pizza and watch a movie? I don’t think it’s safe to be alone right now.”

I strained a smile. “Yeah. That would be nice. I’m sorry for… that. You didn’t need to see that.”

He squeezed my arm while gently placing a kiss to the side of my head. “Don’t apologize. He’s a bad guy, Y/n. You deserve better. And I promise, we’re not going to let anything happen to you.”

It was comforting to hear that. And maybe it was because I was vulnerable and desperate, but I could’ve sworn my heart fluttered.

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