#Yandere Dee x Reader
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Lovin' You Was Lethal, Guess That Makes Me Evil
Summary: Dee never thought he'd see the day where he'd be seething with jealousy over some loser guy who thinks he has a shot with you.
You had begun to walk with Dee and Heavy, when realizing you didn't have your phone and you had left it in class.
"I'll be right back," You excuse yourself and quickly go back to class to get your phone. Though, before you could get into the class, you were stopped by a guy whose name you didn't remember.
"I think you forgot this," he hands you your phone. You grab it, thanked him, and tried taking off, but he grabbed your arm. "Actually I was wondering if you were busy Friday?"
"I don't know. Friday's a long time away-"
"Well, would you be up to go see a movie?"
"What kind of movie?"
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"Oh, hey Dee do you know that guy?" Heavy asks motioning towards you and the guy.
Dee looks towards you, not thinking too much about it, before seeing the guy gang up on you. "No." Dee felt this sticky, gooey feeling rise in his stomach. This feeling seemed to eat him alive and it was hard to control his facial expressions.
"Well, looks like he's getting friendly with her. I thought you guys were dating-"
"No, not technically."
Heavy quickly turns towards Dee, smirking, "Oh? You like her?"
"That's not what I said!"
"You didn't have too," Heavy goes up the steps towards you.
"Were are you going?" Dee whisper yells as Heavy waves him off.
"Oh, umm... I don't know."
"Come on, it'll be fun-"
"Hey, Y/n. Are you coming?" You felt Heavy's hand on your shoulder and you had never been so thankful in your entire life.
"Oh yeah," You wave off the guy, "Sorry I have to go."
The guy tried to call for you, but you just weren't giving him the time of day.
"God, just can't take no for an answer." You then chuckle to yourself, elbowing Dee. "Gosh Dee, if looks could kill. What's up with you?"
"nOthINg," He squeaks, blushing, as you hear Heavy laugh.
"Did I miss something?"
"Oh, yeah, you missed somethin-" Heavy quickly shuts up when seeing his brother's glare. "Nevermind. It's nothing."
"You both sure are weird. I like that. So, are you guys doing anything this Friday?
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I'm Not a Stalker!
Dee watched as the girl continued to mumble to herself. He smiled, leaning his chin on his hand. You felt someone staring at you, so you turned around and made direct eye contact with the blonde boy sitting by one of the windows. He blushed a bright red and quickly turned away from you.
The bell rang and you decided to wait a little longer, hoping to possibly catch the boy. You saw him walk pass you, rather quickly and you jogged to keep up with him.
"Excuse me! Emo guy!"
He turned around, rather annoyed, before seeing you and turning a dark red.
"hEy," he mentally facepalmed.
You blushed, realizing you didn't know his name, but you did know he was staring at you, and he was really smart. Though not smart enough to not get caught staring at you. "My name's Y/n-"
"I know." He blushed, as his voice cracked.
"Um... Okay. Oh! Do you play guitar?" You pointed to his fingers, where there was some markings.
"No."
He was blunt and straight to the point, embarrassing you, because you felt like it was a stupid question. "I'm sorry."
His mouth tightened. He didn't want you to be sorry. He didn't mean to be rude to you, but that's just how he was and now it was awkward.
You pointed towards the directions of your home, "Well, I should.. uh head home?" You awkwardly laugh, causing him to also awkwardly laugh.
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Dee watched you on his phone. He ran his fingers through his hair, calming himself. You probably thought he was weird. God, why couldn't he just be normal around you?
He saw you heading out of your room and he had to hide better. He hid behind a bush, as he heard you step down from your porch. He held his breath, hearing you just inches away from where he was. He could only imagine what you'd think if you saw him, hiding, at your home, when you've only just talked today and it wasn't even a good talk. You stepped down from the porch and headed out. He watched you walk down the streetway.
He quickly followed you, but he made sure to stay a few feet away. He saw you turn around and hid behind a wall. He could hear your footsteps near him, as he held his breath. Was he about to get caught?
"Y/n!"
You turned around and headed towards the voice. He sighed, pulling a strand of hair back. He looked over to see you talking to one of your friends, causing him to roll his eyes. Maybe next time.....
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Dee is mean
Cruel
But something abt you makes him... well less mean?
Is that even possible?
OMG did you out a curse in him!
Why does he act so weird around you??
He cant even speak properly
It’s like every word he has a voice crack
Oh god, what if you hate him?
He wants to be around you
He wants to cuddle
He likes watching you
Even if you dont know he’s watching you
Your just so cute when you think youre all alone
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PLAYING DANGEROUS — (teaser)
summary: It's been almost three years since Jack in the box was caught, and no one could make him talk. No one knew his story, and what drove him to become the monster he was today. That is until you're assigned your first story. What makes you so lucky?
rating: 18+ (I'm not your mother you're in control of what you consume)
pairings: Journalist!Reader x Criminal!JungHoseok x CEO!Kim Namjoon x Detective!MinYoongi.
warnings: smut murder, blood and gore, Jack In The Box Hobi, corruption, workplace abuse, yandere characters, possessive/obsessive behavior, dubcon, short hair namjoon (yes that's a warning), black/plus sized coded reader, violence from every single aspect, police brutality, mircoagression towards woc, lawyer kim seokjin, maknae helping cause chaos, manipulation, drugs and addiction, unhinged serial killer hobi (joker vibes tbh) , yoongi hates his job, namjoon loves his job (he gets to piss you off everyday)
authors note: howdy hotties! this fic was heavily inspired by this post, i don't think it'll be 30 chapters but something about it just spoke to me and itched my writer brain. even though the mc is black coded anyone can read ofc!! I can't wait to write for this series. if you'd like a tag pls comment below. Reblogs are appreciated and check out my other works (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)
part one
There was a manic laughter that echoed through the new station. The giggles caused shivers and goosebumps to pass through everybody in the building simply because that laughter was familiar. The sounds were admitting from the little black box that sat on your desk. In horror you and your peers that happened to be close by watch the little black clown that popped from graffiti painted the box swing animatedly back and forth. Everyone in Korea knew this clown and what it meant.
“Mr.Kim is not seeing anyone right-” you push the secretary out your way causing her to stumble on her kitten heels and she watches you stomp your way into her bosses and yours office. The door opens wide slamming against the wall causing the booksvon the shelves to tremble, some even tumbling to the floor.
There he sat Kim Namjoon. He stared at you with his eyebrow raised. Some of the buttons of his black dress shirt were unbuttoned, the glass at his side was filled with brown liquid and even more books and papers laid out messily on his desk. .
With as much force as you could you throw the giggling box at him. The impact smacking him hard on the chest but with his build you were sure that it didn't do a thing. He held it in his hands flipping it over clicking an unknown button, shutting the gut wrenching sound shut off.
“ You told me if I took this story I'd be safe,*
Namjoon sighs as if you were speaking nonsense and not about life or death. “Let's be clear here you agreed to take this story when I only simply suggested it. Besides what makes you think Jack sent this?” He was right.
Maybe your coworkers thought I'd be funny to freak you out a little more since taking on the Clown killer case, still it was a sick joke that you didn't really find funny.
“Jack is locked in a maximum security prison surrounded by guards, and guns. He's not getting out anytime soon.”
The door swung open again and there stood his assistant. “Mr.Kim turned the news on!”
Grabbing the remote he clicks on the TV that was mounted on the wall of his office. The screen lights up showing a familiar smoking building. Your heart began to speed up in rhythm as you stare at the headline
Serial killer Jack In The Box escapes from Hangsang Maximum security prison
The screen flicks again to the dark red writings on the wall that used to be his cell.
‘See you soOn honey bunches 🃏’
And that was the last thing you saw before you tumble to the ground.
©hobicakesss , please don't repost or steal my work. don't be a loser
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Never Again.
Platonic Yandere Metal Family x Reader
Prompt- “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”
Notes- Reader is Dee’s twin. No gender mentioned that I remember. Heavy is 13 as in canon and Reader and Dee are 16
Warnings- Reader is injured, Reader was stabbed, Victoria yells at reader, Victoria and Heavy torture people in the living room but we don't talk about that, reader is scared of being seen as weak
The red head ranted and threw items across the room. You didn't pay much mind to the words because you knew whatever you answered wouldn't matter.
Finally the woman, your mother, hovered over you fuming. “It's fucking midnight! Where the hell were you?! Huh?!” She looked expectantly while crossing her arms.
The floor seemed more interesting than the anger or at least that's what you pretended was the case.
“I lost track of time at the library, that's all.” You exasperated.
Finally your father who stayed quiet spoke up. A menacing smile and a tilt to his head. “The library closes at 9.”
Sighing you look up. “I'm friends with the librarians kid she let's us stay as long as we stay in one spot and keep it clean… Normally she let's is know when it's closing time but she got busy and we all forgot.”
“Heh, and you expect us to actually believe you?” Your mom sneered.
“Why wouldn't you?” You asked nervously. “I've never done anything like this, I don't skip school, or get in trouble, or talk back… I made a mistake and I'm sorry.” Your hands shook lightly as you held yourself up. Only glancing at your parents as the seem to boil.
Nothing you said seemed to matter though as you spent the next hour be berated by both your mom and dad. On top you're grounded. 2 weeks. School then home then school then home. Nothing else, nothing more.
It was 1:13 when you finally got back to your room. It didn't make much sense to you how your twin or little brother acted out but you do something wrong once and you get banned from living a life.
At least they didn't find out the truth. Maybe they knew you were lying and that's why they really punished you, but it didn't matter as long as they didn't know what really happened.
Because what really happened will haunt you, and you refuse to let them know how weak you truly are. You would always pride yourself in being independent. While Dee and Heavy leaned on their parents you distanced yourself from them.
You had a job, you had good grades, and as long as no one noticed, you had good health
But of course that's what the big problem was. Bruises from where the men hit you rose across your body. And blood spilled onto your clothes where they slashed at you. The room was dark and your parents didn't see anything, but there were bruises forming on your face.
You were exhausted and you knew if you went to sleep now you might be woken by someone else and they'd see the mess that's been made of you.
You laid for 2 hours in that alley. That's enough sleep right?
Dee opens your door and slinks into your room. He thought you were pouting. He knew you got into trouble last night, but didn't expect what he saw.
If only you could have stayed up.
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You were sitting slouched on the floor book loose in your grip. You had tried staying up, but it clearly didn’t work. Bruises dispersed against your wrists, arms and face. Your tanktop bunched up slightly by your slumped form showing off the bandages delicately wrapped around your midsection.
Dee had made a decision at that moment to let you rest and to figure out what the hell happened to you.
You woke up to chaos. Your eyes were still heavy and blurry. The noises still didn’t quite reach your ears yet. It was the warm palm on your face that had you trying to wake yourself up. Your body was weighed down with pain.
Blinking quickly, large blue eyes and a frown were the first thing you were met with. “Dad?” you choked out, “What- what you doing?”
Your throat burned slightly, but it was nothing compared to the pain in your side. You couldn’t comprehend the fear of your family finding out what happened, you were too drained, too hurt.
“I’m putting you in your bed. You fell asleep on the floor.” Your father says smoothly.
It was disturbing hearing this voice so early. His normal pitch was lowered several octaves and his smile was nowhere to be seen.
You tried to help by standing, but you were quickly tutted and moved into his arms. Of course you wanted to try, you still didn’t want to seem useless. It was concerning, you could hear your mother hollering in the background.
The worry was overwhelming. Was she angry with you or what happened? Will this change how they see you forever? Are they disappointed? What were you supposed to say?
Breathing deeply you were still held to your dads chest. It took a moment to realize he was in the bed with you. Holding you close to him as you lay on your non injured side.
“What’s happening?” you rasped out. As nice as it was to be held, your mom was upset and he should be with her.
Your dad let out a breath. “Your mother is taking care of some things while I take care of you.”
Humming acknowledgement to him you rested your eyes again.
Of course Glam kept it simple. He didn’t need to tell you he already stitched your side. He didn’t need to tell you that Dee hacked the library cameras and found the men who hurt you, or that the “things” Victoria was dealing with were the men that harmed you. He didn’t need to tell you that Heavy was so upset that he offered to help Victoria deal with these men. He also didn’t need to tell you that Dee was handing in the paperwork to the school for you to be homeschooled and a letter telling the librarian you won’t be coming back.
All you needed to know was you were safe.
And you’ll stay safe no matter what your family has to do. This will never happen again.
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2 Inna row let's go 🔥 🔥💪
Do i believe he's confident enough to do that? Since he's cranked up, maybe. Canonly? Nah.
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Pov: lesbian reader's gf texts them but they're hanging out with FOWL
Steelbeak is who they're taking for a walk. He's like the guard dog who's bigger than the person with him. He recognises the gf's name in an instant and shoots the reader a thumbs-up, intent on watching their phone screen to make sure the whole exchange goes smoothly.
Bradford has tried to coach them on what they can and can't say, wishing to avoid a repeat of the kidnapping incident. Yet since a buzzard may never be too paranoid in his line of work, he demands that Gandra bug their phone. He listens in on a few of the texts, but the raw levels of affection and trust repel him.
Gandra gets stuck with that responsibility as well.
The tire screech is incredible—it's a black limousine with tinted windows and no license plate. Jeeves has taken the wheel and skidded to a stop in the middle of a four-way intersection, now stepping out of the car and opening the backdoor to reveal a small party.
Rockerduck is drinking a centuries-old bottle of wine, pinkie outstretched, and telling tales of how he conquered the West. Don Karnage leans into the sunlight to greet the reader, strumming and singing and tapping his foot in unison.
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Yandere Head Canons:
My Purpose
Mad Scientist Husband x Reader x Yandere Clone
Now your husband, Dorian Goodman, truly believed he was doing you a favor with his newest creation… or should he say creations? He felt like a horrible husband by being away from you for long hours but he was allergic to pet dandruff so that was out of the equation… so why not clean himself? That way you wouldn’t be lonely! He only had his genius to blame for the horror he inflicted on you from this…
So imagine waking up to see your husband laying beside you in the bed still? His arms felt colder than normal and he smelled like preservatives… something was off but you couldn’t put your finger on it… his black hair was still long and beautiful just like his dark lashes. But something in your gut told you this wasn’t him.
And that’s when the figure beside you wakes up and gives you a bright smile. “I’m Dee. I’m your husband’s clone to keep you company while he’s away.”
You never shot up from the bed so fast to call your husband. You were extremely upset with him for creating a replica of himself rather than spend time with you himself… the nerve!
But your husband reassured you it was fine. That Dee was essentially him in every single way and that Dee could be your companion. He brushed off your concerns on this being cheating since Dee was a complete biological copy of Dorian himself but Dee could be deactivated by Dorian’s voice… it frustrated you. Why couldn’t he just leave his silly inventions behind and just spend time with his own spouse once and awhile? You were so lonely in this mansion…
But you didn’t take your frustration out on Dee. The poor clone was as clueless as you but he insisted he was created to serve you. Dee’s purpose was to take care of your needs
Dee would clean around the house and do the yard work. He was the complete opposite of the stoic Dorian. He felt more like a real human being than your own husband… minus how abnormally cold he was. He didn’t talk much but he was there. You started to grow attached to him
You spent a lot of time with Dee. He’d cover you with a blanket if you sat in your reading nook to read, he’d brew you your favorite coffee/tea, and he’d rub your shoulders. You constantly had to tell Dee that it was okay. That he didn’t have to be at your every beck and call but he would always say, “you’re my purpose.”
And Dee took notice of your sexual frustration when he peaked in on you touching yourself in the privacy of the bathroom within the glass shower walls. Curiosity began to settle in him. The cute whimpers and cries from your lips stirred something within him and he pushed the door open
You nearly screamed when Dee entered the bathroom, the only place he wasn’t beside you. But what shocked you more was the large erection in his gray joggers. It seemed he was more human than you thought and you were aching for something inside of you…
You let Dee have his way with you. He truly was a copy of your husband from how much he stretched you. Dee felt so good. He was so big and he was so strong. And he oddly smelled like your husband now… like clean linen and citrus. It was comforting and sexy. It was like Dorian was with your right now. Like Dorian was inside of you.
And in your passion it spilled from your lips once your orgasm rocked through you. Three little words that changed Dee forever, “I love you.” Dee held you while he rode you through your orgasm until his finally came. His strong arms held you up and his cheeks were filled with color. You loved him. You loved him. Dee didn’t want to ever be deactivated. Des wanted to be with you.
Dee would big spoon you every night. His large body pressed as close to yours as physically possible. There was a change in him. He was starting to become warm. Warm like a furnace. It was strange…. Dee became more and more human as the days turned to months. Your texts to your real husband became less and less but he probably didn’t even notice since he was busy with his inventions.
Dee would make you breakfast every morning and have his face between your legs to please you while you ate. Breakfast and sex became the norm for you and him. It felt so wonderful to feel wanted again. And every time, Dee begged you to tell him how you loved him. He would do anything to you to hear those words. Anything.
A shame you started to neglect your real husband. Dorian was shocked to see you folded up in a pretzel in your bed while Dee slammed into you like a mad man. This wasn’t what the clone was built for. He wasn’t built to fuck you. What the hell?
And that’s when Dee gave him a smirk. It was like looking in a mirror except there was something terrifying behind those ice blue eyes. Something sinister and Dorian didn’t like it at all. Dorian needed to get rid of Dee quickly… Dorian gave Dee one last look before he walked out of the room before you noticed
Dee kissed your head as he tucked you in. “I’m going to go get some water, okay?”
Dorian waited in the kitchen for Dee to come to him and the clone did. Dorian and him stared at each other for a few minutes before Dorian sighed.
“Deactivate.” Dorian told Dee but the clone remained standing there menacingly rather than deactivating like he was supposed to. “I said deactivate-“
And that’s when Dee launched himself toward Dorian and began to strangle him. His ice blue eyes filled with glee as the color slowly drained from Dorian’s face. An evil smirk on his face.
“It’s my purpose to make (your name) happy and there not happy with you so you can’t deactivate me anymore.” Dee whispered in Dorian’s ear. “They don’t love you. They love me.”
Dee ended up burying Dorian in the backyard before you woke up. He didn’t want you to be sad about your old husband any longer….
Dee slipped the ring he took off Dorian’s finger onto his. The shiny gold band now proudly on display. A smile on his face. Your real husband was with you now and he’d make you happy.
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*SLAMS YOUR DOOR OPEN* I would love an yandere traitor Ace Trappola pretty please 👁️👁️✨✨ I've been reading theories about traitor Ace and now my mind can't stop 😭😭
Shatter, Dear Heart
Yandere Traitor Ace x reader
There’s a certain beauty in something shattering.
Dark cracks spreading around the afflicted part, jagging across the surface like lightning bolts striking the sky. Slowly, it makes its way across the mirror, splintering your image into countless little pieces.
Reflected in every single one was you.
You gape at the mirror. A terror-stricken face stares back in wide eyed disbelief.
A moment of suspended tranquility, where everything remains still. As if the very universe itself was holding its breath, waiting and watching.
Then it shatters.
Fragments spill from that bright golden frame, smashing against the ground. Even then, the mirror shines, light twinkling within the glass. Colour of every kind shining within.
Yet even then,the light flickers out. The pieces end up scattered on the ground, taking the cold, dull, grey of the floor.
“Oh, what a pity.”
A boyish laugh ring out, tinged with a certain sort of sadistic glee. It echoed through the chamber, ricocheting from every corner. His voice dripped into your ears like acid, hissing and spitting.
Spinning around, you come face to face with him.
That dastardly face, the ghost of a smirk dancing across his lips. Scarlet eyes, burning with a certain intensity. They narrow as he surveys your form, darting up and down. Taking note of your sunken shoulders, the way blood seemed to drain from your face.
With a skip in his walk, Ace takes a step closer. Close enough for him to reach out. Cupping your cheek in his hand, thumb sliding across your lips. His fingers press into your flesh firmly, leaving streaks of red stretching across your skin.
His nails dig into your face, the metallic stench of blood stinging your nostrils. Scarlet welts.
The same scarlet dancing in those cruel eyes of his.
The same scarlet as his heart, curving itself around his eye.
The same scarlet spreading across his cheeks, a vivid blush.
Wincing, you try to yank yourself away. Your hands fly out, meeting Ace’s chest. To push him away? Shove him downwards, and pray that he shatters. Shatters into a million pieces, break like the mirror before you. Like the mirror that was supposed to take you home-
All you could manage was a frustrated sob, an anguished sound clawing its way out from dee within your gut. Pummelling him with clenched fists, arms trembling like a cornered rat.
His fingers close around your wrists, holding him tightly. Ace raises his eyebrows slightly, before giving them a squeeze. Blocking off all circulation, quite literally choking you into submission.
“Now, now, none of that. Hitting me won’t bring that mirror back.”
A growl, before you spat at him.
“I wouldn’t have to, if you didn’t decide to break it!”
Ace only shakes his head, heaving a long dramatic sigh.
“What would you even the mirror for?”
“TO GO HOME, JACKASS!”
With a click of his tongue, Ace’s eyelids flutter shut. One heartbeat passed. Then another. Three agonisingly long seconds before those scarlet pupils glare into your eyes once more. His hands release your wrists.
However, they’re pressed against each of your cheeks in turn. Palms burning out, the warmth surging into your skin. He holds you, slowly lowering his face towards yours. Until your foreheads meet, his breath wafting over your lips.
“Y’know, they say home is where the heart is.”
His gaze flickers towards your lips. Tongue darting out, Ace wets his lips slowly. The tantalising lick of a feline, looking down on its latest prey.
One blink, and his lips press against yours. Shoving against the plush of you lips, moving with a certain hunger behind every movement. As if he was starving.
Starving for something only you could give.
Only when your lips were bruised black and blue, did he pull away. Crimson was smeared across his mouth. You weren’t sure if it was your blood, or his, but Ace didn’t seem to mind.
If anything, he only seems giddier. His hand finds your wrist once more. Yanking it towards him, Ace places your palm over his chest.
Over his heart.
“ Your heart is right here, prefect.”
He shoots you another grin, and all you could feel was your heart sink. Shattering itself over and over again. Fragments sinking into your gut, impaling whatever they could reach.
For all of Ace’s warmth, you felt none.
Only the cold grip of hopelessness.
“I am your home, sweetheart.”
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A Yandere Tex Johnson x Witness!Reader x John Wick Imagine Part 6 by:
@treedaddymcpuffpuff @sweetwolfcupcake @johnwickb1tsch and now featuring @tammykelly
Warnings: So many dead doves! Do not eat! Unless you like dead doves, that is. You're in good company here. 😘 Violence, sexual content, blood, murder, kidnapping, possessive behavior, dubcon, yandere sh!t...it's all here! Please take care! 😘
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Treedaddymcpuffpuff:
Bradford keeps you cuffed to this chair for a whole lot longer than you can stand. You’ve tried getting out, but only succeeded in cutting steel into your wrists and ankles, leaving bloody raw rings that sting and throb.
You’re not a medical professional by any means, but you know it just can’t be a good thing that your fingers and toes are numb and stiff and bloodless. Of course, maybe that’s in part due to the temperature of this room - the room that he has left you in to rot.
No, not rot, it’s too damn cold to decompose. Freezing. Like the dead of winter without snow. And all you have is this little ripped sundress to protect from it.
Bradford left you here bolted to the floor after letting you know that when you were ready to give up information on Tex and John, you could just say so and it would end.
You won’t. You won’t give that asshole the satisfaction. But, god, you’re cold, thirsty, listless, unable to flex your fingers without hot pain shooting up your arm. And really, you don’t know much about your boys, anyway, right? Except for what the inside of John’s house looks like and the brand of the sometimes too strong cologne Tex uses that makes your nose crinkle up and your toes curl. Little stuff. Would revealing that hurt them?
Of course it would. Of course these government parasites would latch onto every little detail and use it to smoke your boys out. You keep your mouth shut, your eyes on the table. You want to bawl, sob, scream, but make a solemn vow not to give Bradford anything except a blank glare.
You don’t know how you actually manage to fall asleep like this, but a cold bucket water wakes you up, screaming and thrashing, handcuffs cutting deeper into your flesh, blood in the water pooling at your feet.
“Wakey, wakey,” Bradford tells you. “Time to go watch Tweedle Dee and Dumb die.”
“Fuck you,” you try to say, but the chatter of your teeth and violent tremor of your muscles make it impossible to form coherent insults.
Four of Bradicks goons manhandle you into the trunk of a car, and, honest, you do try and fight, kick and bite and scratch while they uncuff you from the chair only to string you back together again.
Before Bradford can close the trunk of the SUV, you look up at him and ask, “why?”
He flicks damp hair off your mouth in an almost fond gesture. “You’re insufferable, anyone ever tell you that?”
You manage to find the gumption and roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, bigger and badder men than you, agent fuckwad.”
He slams the trunk down, leaving you in the darkness. And whoever the driver of this car is does not go gently into this good night. They make sure you roll around and slam into seats and knobs and handles and acquire some nasty bruises.
The next time you see anything, it’s bathed in the white fire headlights of a car army. You feel the need to fold in on yourself, cover up the welts and bruises and wet, shredded, clinging dress. You didn’t even bother to put underwear on before you started rummaging through the kitchen, and now here you are half naked and shaking in front of a group of angry Russians with big guns.
A young man with a thick accent - you assume him to be the recent successor of the Nobokov Bratva - smiles and it sends ice through your blood. “Hank,” he calls, like he’s seeing an old friend. “How are you?”
“Fuck off, Igor. Where are they? And before you go into some fucking Russian monologue about debts and consequences, know that we have a time limit here. I don’t come out in 3 minutes, the agency lights your boys up with c4.”
Igor’s grin turns wider.
The body with the black hood over its face is one you intimately recognize. Your fears are only confirmed as the hood gets torn off and Tex’s bloody, bruised face is revealed.
You make a desperate, croaking sound, and try to go to him, but Bradford pulls you back by the scruff of your neck. You’re pathetic. A pawn in a game. A speck of dust hiding in a corner that can’t even save itself from the vacuum.
“His buddy gave him up,” Igor explains. “Turns out John Wick isn’t that tough when you pin him against a hundred men and his only ally.”
Bradford nudges his gun into the air. “We had a deal, Igor. Both of them. And my wife.”
Igor clicks his tongue like he’s disappointed. It reminds you of John. You feel hot tears spring down cool cheeks. Tex. That fucking bastard. Of course he would sell John out. You should have expected it, but your heart still aches.
You look at John, and he looks back, only able to keep one eye open because the other one is swollen shut. He winks at you, and even though the grin on his face is a weaker version of what it usually is, you know for a fact that this is not John Wick. Oh. Oh.
“Hank,” Igor continues, “do you really need Texas Johnson if you have John Wick? Baba Yaga? How many confirmed kills under his bloody belt? Oh, it must be in the thousands now, eh John?” Igor kicks Tex on the hip, making him grunt in pain.
You glare at the bastard son, and he turns his wicked smile on you. “Ah, this one has fire, and I hear she likes being kidnapped. Maybe I’ll kidnap her for a while before I kill her.”
Bradford gets a ding on his walkie. “Yeah?”
Something about moving in and securing the target and cutting losses, and Bradford sighs.
He pushes you forward, and you land on the wet gravel face first. “My wife, Igor.”
“Oh, yeah, you know you really should have just called her yourself, Hank. These chicken shit assholes didn’t even go to the trouble of actually taking her. They used ai technology to clone her voice.” Igor chuckles. “Don’t worry, we all make mistakes.”
“Fucking bastard,” Bradford - Hank - spits at Tex.
You raise your head to look at him, see his handsome face maybe one more time, and Tex Johnson is scowling, seething, an animal that only gets angrier the more you beat it.
Just like how John’s rare smile unnerved you, Tex’s glare does the same. You’re not sure how it happens. You’re not even sure you’re alive - not after fire tears through the sky and shakes the ground and busts your eardrums open. But Tex is not in handcuffs anymore, and he’s wrapping his arms around you. Gunshots, screaming. One minute you’re in the dirt - the middle of a war zone, and the next you’re cradled against something solid, broad and warm, watching the ground zip by.
You touch your saviors cheek, feel the rough blood caking his facial hair. If you’re dead, this is heaven. Because Tex has got you and you somehow know that he’ll die before ever letting you go again.
“Where’s John?” You ask.
“I missed you too, rattlesnake.”
Johnwickb1tsch:
You are hiding behind a boulder with Tex, his steady arm around your shoulders, holding you upright, if you’re being honest. Bradford’s unkind methods of keeping you immobile rendered your limbs into an unreliable fucking mess.
One last distance to cover, Tex claims, before you reach your getaway vehicle, and with any luck, freedom.
You hurt everywhere, and all you want is to go home.
“What was that, rattlesnake?”
You realize you accidentally said that part aloud, and you sigh, banging your head back against the rock. How insane is it, that your idea of home now is a soft bed with Tex and John wrapped around you?
You should be enemies.
You should be fighting this tooth and nail, trying to find your own escape that doesn’t involve Bradford, the Bratva, or your assassin Beaus.
But the fact is…you don’t want to, anymore.
The system that was supposed to protect innocents like you instead fucked you royally, exposing the true corrupt underbelly of the way the world actually works. You’re beginning to grasp that it’s all a construct to keep the little people like you in line. The elite need a complacent workforce, after all. And that makes you question everything else you’d ever thought was wrong, or right, or something in between.
Tex is looking at you intently, even through his swollen eye, a warmth in his gaze that makes your insides melt. Fuck it. You all might die today. Maybe you should tell him. “I said—”
A hail of bullets cuts you off, Tex shoving you down nearly into the ground. He returns fire with a pistol he picked up from a dead Russian, and you press your hands over your ears, already half deaf from all the explosions and gunfire. Apparently the FBI had descended on the Bratva in what they thought was an ambush, and John…John was killing everyone.
You’d seen a glimpse of it from a distance while Tex had been pulling you to safety. The absolutely savage beauty with which John killed. It was like watching a vicious deadly dance, the artful way that man could seemingly effortlessly unalive a group of armed and dangerous people was a sight to behold.
“I know it’s you, Tex!” rises a hoarse voice from the darkness beyond.
“What’s it to ya, Bradford?” answers Tex, checking his clip to see how many shots remain. He frowns at the one bullet he has left, and he slides it home back into the gun with a menacing click. racking the slide to feed it.
“Slick trick you two played. Well done.”
“Thank you kindly!” Tex looks down at you, making a jerking-off motion with his hand and rolling his eyes. It makes you giggle quietly to yourself, winning that heart-stopping devil-may-care grin.
The fact that the two of you can joke at a time like this probably means you’re both half insane. You’re probably in shock, which is your excuse. You’re afraid Tex doesn’t have one.
“Give me the girl and I’ll let you go!” offers Bradford, winning an incredulous scowl and a shake of the head from Tex. The FBI agent sounds haggard. Desperate. Tex hopes he can take advantage of that. He peers around the boulder and squeezes off a single shot.
This is answered with a full-on barrage, and then the clicking of an empty gun. “Fuck,” you hear off in the distance.
“Stay here,” Tex mouths silently at you. You shake your head, clinging to him, desperate not to be left alone in this chaos. Gripping your chin none too gently, Tex kisses you hard, stealing your breath, and your senses. His hand possessively runs up your thigh, to your bare ass, squeezing you with his fingers maddeningly close to your center. With a devilish glitter in his eye he licks his fingers, whispering, “Keep that warm for me, darlin’.” He renders you into a befuddled little puddle of molten desire, then disappears into the night.
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck!
You hear more gunfire, then grunting, the sound of flesh striking flesh. You dare to peek out from your hiding place to see Tex and Bradford fighting with fists, grappling on the ground. Tex gets the upper hand, straddling the FBI agent. Between punches he snarls, “Did I—” punch “hear you,” punch “lay hands” punch “on my woman” punch “over the phone?” punch “you piece” punch “of pig-fucking shit?”
By the time Tex is done with him Bradford can’t give an intelligible answer, just groans with excruciating pain through broken teeth and bloodied lips.
Tex spits on him before standing, and delivers a kick to the man’s ribs for good measure. Bradford grunts again, coughing blood. You run out from behind the boulder on shaky legs, and Tex loops his arm over your shoulders again, pulling you in the direction of your escape route. You’re not sure who’s leaning on who more now.
You look back at Bradford one last time—and see he’s pointing a gun in your direction, specifically, at Tex’s broad back. “Tex!”
You don’t know why you do what you do. It just happens, and you are throwing your weight with what little strength you have left against Tex’s body. “Wha—”
It seems simultaneous. The report of Bradford’s last shot, and a searing pain in your side. It burns, and you whimper in Tex’s arms. He’s shouting something at you, maybe your name, or bawling you out for being stupid. Your ears are ringing, and you watch as though through a tunnel as John—dressed in a black western-style shirt a-la Tex—emerges from the shadows, and shoots Bradford in the head.
“What fucking part of keep her safe and I’ll do the rest did you not understand?” snarls John, going to his knees beside you, his laser-like stare fixed on your side.
“I was!” protests Tex, equally as worried as they examine you. “Goddammit, woman, why did you do that?”
“Shut up,” you manage weakly, winning yourself a grin despite everything.
John produces a black handkerchief, folding it and pressing it to your wound. It hurts. “Keep pressure on it. Time to go.”
They help you to your feet—but your legs aren’t really working. You almost fall again, but Tex hoists you in his arms. “I got you, honey. You’re ok.” You’re not sure who he’s trying to reassure more—you, or him. But you nestle your cheek against his collarbone, and your thought from earlier returns. Home.
Through heavy lids you are vaguely aware of the boys—your boys—loading you into some kind of 4x4 vehicle. As it starts with a mean grumble and you pull away with tires spinning in the dirt you pass out.
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Murmuring voices. A beeping machine. So annoying.
Hands on your side, pulling, prodding. You wish it would stop.
Voices speaking rapidly, not in English.
The bright flash of treetops and sunlight speeding past.
Palm trees. Blue skies. Birds singing.
Fingers sliding through your hair. “You’re gonna be fine, sweetheart. Promise.”
Promises, promises, promises.
When at last you wake, you feel as though you’ve been dreaming for days.
Your vision focuses selectively. First, upon the sloping contours of a muscled bare back adorned with black ink. The chiseled cut of a bicep, and raven-dark waves of hair. Beyond that you see a gauzy curtain waving in the breeze, the shimmer of impossibly blue water just visible beyond. You hear waves, and the plaintive call of sea birds. You can smell salt on the breeze.
Oh. So you’re not dead. Isn’t that nice?
There is a furnace of a body behind you as well, a heavy hand upon the curve of your hip.
The warmth you feel, not just on your skin, but kindling in your heart…is a wonderful, damnable thing.
You lift your head a little, winning a grumble of protest from behind you.
Then you notice dark eyes shining from behind the curtain of that mop of hair on the pillow next to you. “Hello, beautiful.”
“John?” Your voice sounds like you swallowed a cup of borax, like you haven’t spoken in a week. You reach out to touch him, and find that even that makes your side ache.
“Next time,” advises your assassin boyfriend no 1, kissing your fingers, “Just let Tex take the bullet.”
“Hey,” grumbles Tex from behind you, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “That’s not nice.”
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Sweetwolfcupcake:
Things are slow at first. You remember you were thirsty--parched, to be precise, you drank around a jugful of water and you remembered that everything ached. Especially your side. Left shoulder.
How lucky, you think cynically, could have been your spine cord.
Then, Tex gave you a pill, and you were awake enough to eat before you fell asleep again.
This time, you are more aware, more coherent, and surprisingly far more tolerant of the pain. Or maybe it is the painkiller in your system. Whatever, the pain is not a bitch on your shoulder, on your whole body anymore. The bed is soft, it seems like it's late and you are wide awake.
You are alone in the room, you notice. Although (surprisingly), it is a little bit disheartening, it helps you to think. Process things, finally after the storm is over and it has left a silence behind.
So, your life was pretty normal, and then you became an accidental witness to a crime, you were whisked away by the two assassins who were paid to kill you and somehow they decided that you are interesting enough to be kept alive and to be taken for themselves. You are practically dead for the world. They faked it. No one is coming to get you. The one person you thought was on the right side, turned out to be the villain in your story.
Now, coming to Bradford--- asshole showed his true face, the fuckling system failed you, your moral beliefs, your perspectives, everything has toppled down, turned into ashes and through this wasteland, emerge these two handsome assassins who eerily look exactly the same and harbour similar affections for you.
Also, you are falling in love with them.
With your brain in survival mode, you had not even properly registered the torture Bradford put you through, and the dangerous situation he pushed you into. Heck, you barely understood anything before pushing Tex away and taking a bullet for him.
You don't understand where you stand, where your relationship with them stands. But if they are willing to risk themselves to save you. It might just mean something.
You don't feel the tears streaming down your face, not until a few drops land on your hand. You are finally processing. And of course, you are at the brink of ugly crying.
If someone advised you to ugly cry a few days ago, you might have rather held things up within, bottled it all up, gulped it down and raised your chin instead.
But now, you think of it as the only way. You need to let it all out. Too much has happened. Too much has changed too soon. So you allow yourself to ugly cry, not counting the ticking of the clock, not heeding to your pain, not even hearing the door open with urgency.
"Hey, hey, hey--what's wrong, what's wrong?"
It isn't Tex's panicked voice that pulls you out of your deep dive into your own pit of loss, confusion, and misery, but rather his touch, his hands cupping your cheek.
Funny how a few weeks ago, you would rather take any possible escape route to slip through their clutches, and now you can recognize them by their mere touch.
Through the blur of your tears you can see his worried expression, especially his panicked eyes. You feel the bed dip beside you and fingers running through your hair.
"It's alright, let it out, let it all out."
John's voice is steady and soothing as he tries to comfort you. He is much better at deciphering and handling your situation, you assume.
"Does it hurt?" John asks, wiping away your tears. You look up to meet his concerned gaze. But there is something else in it-- something dark, sinister. "What did he do to you?"
You instantly know that he's speaking about Bradford. His thumb rubs against your sore wrist. So, he knows... Of course he knows. Your eyes flicker between your wrist and his eyes. His burning orbs that let you get a hint of why is he so feared in the underworld.
But you have no energy to elaborate any further, you have no energy to even reply. You just shake your head and look away. Lips still quivering, eyes wanting to be, ironically, anywhere but on them.
Tex mutters something under his breath that sounds more or less like a snarl, but you're too far gone to care. You feel John's fingers back on your hair, but you don't look his way. His touch is comforting, yes, but you can't bring yourself to acknowledge that.
Too bad because it is the softest Tex has sounded so far. Nothing is teasing or mean about him at the moment. You would have teased him for the panic in his voice, but you just can't bring yourself to care. It doesn't even occur to you to pass any comment.
Everything that has happened has finally dawned upon you, and you have at last acknowledged it. It's all too much, too bad, and you feel yourself spiraling. But deep down, you know. You somehow know that they won't let you fall into the abyss.
Tammykellly:
- a flashback-
You feel like you are one of the dead doves, forever frozen in a cage that is deafening loneliness and drug-like need for love. Love that’s gonna give you purpose to keep waking up. A visceral need to love and be loved. Love with a price tag of $2.5 million.
Sofa cushions bend under your weight, before you take a sip of your tea. You notice birds fly in the distance, across the dawn sky. You can’t remember the last time you woke up before the sunrise. But this sunrise feels cold and almost menacing. As hot water makes contact with your throat, your chest tightens, as you think of how those little creatures can fly anywhere they wish to, almost always together, in a flock. Your gaze shifts to the water, trickling across the porch outside the panoramic windows, and a tiny squirrel, running around the backyard, bringing food to its nest, before a cat comes to catch it. You feel a sigh, escaping your mouth.
You lean back, listening to the sound of silence. When you’re alone, the peaceful world inside the house is so otherworldly mundane in the sense that you’ve never known before. Your ears take in the distant sound of the washing machine in the laundry room, loaded up by one of the boys, who, you’re sure, are out and about by now. Your eyes notice the dim blueish hue of the living room, that’s connected to the kitchen and the terrace, the misty colour of which seems to have bent the glass, separating both worlds. Two worlds, divided by the bulletproof glass. One world - mocking you, the other - keeping you away from it.
You try not to notice a lump in your throat and burning sensation in your eyes. You don’t bother to wipe a tear, running down your cheek, before placing the cup on the designer coffee table. For you don’t think you should hold anything right now, when, in fact, you can’t hold anything in at all. Your arms wrap around your body, bringing you anything but warmth - a reminder that you’re alone, so utterly alone, no one will see you’re inside this glass house, built by your captors.
But what you don’t know is, the walls have eyes. The walls have ears. And shadows in between the walls hide secrets, spilt by the devils. One of which is watching you with his intense obsidian eyes just around the shadowy corner, letting you cry your heart out, for he knows some lines aren’t meant to be crossed. Yet. He’ll make sure to be your comfort, but for now, he’s just an observer, for he guesses he’s the reason why your cries fill the space. John’s gaze takes in your broken, lonely shaking form, as you’re holding yourself in the middle of the sofa. A tiny smirk curls up the corners of his lips.
The code that is you turns out to be so easy to crack.
You wake up on the couch in the living room from the warmth that touches your skin. The cold blue of the early morning has been replaced by bright yellow midday sunlight. You hear clinking in the kitchen and steady steps towards you, as you stretch. A cup of hot tea appears in front of you, as if it’s been waiting for you to wake up to taste it. Your eyes lock with jet-black chocolate ones, warmth radiating off them, making you feel more cozy and relaxed than the soft cushions you’re sitting on and the scent of your tea.
You feel the sofa fabric dip beside you, a warm body now sitting next to you. John smiles at you: “Change of plans, princess, you’re spending the day with me”. You can’t help but return the gesture, before quickly touching your puffy cheeks and dried up tears. “Oh, what a delight”, - you sit in a way your body is facing his, “what’s Tex up to?” John watches you throw one arm on the back of the couch, taking it as a sign to slightly lean in closer.
He says: “You’re here with me and asking about him?” The warmth of the teacup plays on your fingers again, before it touches your lips that hold a reminiscent scent of toothpaste you’ve used in the morning: “Y’all are like two peas in a pot. One can’t go without the other”. John quirks an eyebrow, seeing you freeze, your mouth slightly open upon realisation. He darkly chuckles but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes: “Cowboy has really gotten to you, hasn’t he?” He can’t help but notice how adorably innocent your wide eyes gaze up at him, still in shock you’re picking up Tex’s manner of speaking.
John lets you place the cup back on the coffee table, and you feel his large hand around your wrist, pulling you closer. “Get over here. Now”, - he tells you, his muscular thighs now in between yours, the thin layer of your silky pyjama shorts doing absolutely nothing, apart from making you feel the harsh fabric of his jeans. He feels your arms loosely wrap around his neck, never breaking the eye contact, letting you study him however much you want, akin to a shark, showing its fins through the murky waters, before disappearing into the depths of the unknown.
And it works, for you’ve been caught by his mesmerising charm, as you notice how pretty he can be from up close, so serenely majestic, wrapped up in your arms, his energy never letting you fully escape him. You run your fingers through his raven hair, mixed with silver strands. You can’t help but feel stuck in the emanating jet-black radiance of his eyes, that you discover have many colours you haven’t seen before.
And that’s how you learn darkness has different shades and they all taste like John. You lean down to kiss him, which he reciprocates without missing a beat, bringing you closer to the whirlpool that might drown you one day. You play with each other’s power of will for a while before you have to pull away for air.
“You taste like oblivion”, - you whisper against his lips. “What does that mean?”, - he replies, a curious glint in his eyes and his lips eager to feel yours again before you let him relish your sweet flavour once more. You pull away slightly to look him in the eyes, watching him study you. You simply state: “It means there’s no way out”, watching a smile appear on his face again, as his hand travels to the back of your neck: “You’re going to be a good girl for us, right?” You don’t reply. For it’s not about the possibility of the fall anymore, but the depth of the crash.
Playful midday sunlight slowly grows into early evening specks of light, splashed across the living room that you’ve been in and out of. Your crying session in the early morning seems like a distant memory, replaced by conversations with John and slow afternoon sex.
Could this be a dream come true?
You can’t help but look over at John, feeling his magnetic gaze on you. Instead of feeling stiff like you often would under his intense dark eyes that emit power and control, you choose to embrace this new feeling of being seen. Moments turn into long seconds, passing through the slick of time in between the kisses.
“Baby”, - John calls you quietly. You hum in response to his lips against your neck. “I want you to fuck me”, - he tells you before looking up into your eyes, that strong threatening flavour of power and attraction catching you deeper in its web.
“Huh?” - you can only manage to get out of your mouth, that might hit the floor at this rate. Strands of hair fall across the man’s face, as he tilts his head, his hawk-like eyes testing the limits of your self-control. He doesn’t wait for you to continue: “Fuck me, before I change my mind”. You don’t even try to hide the possibilities flashing through your eyes from him, knowing exactly what he expects of you.
Behave, be a good girl. It’s all just a game.
You lean down to kiss him, before dragging your lips across the sensitive skin of his throat. “If that’s what you want, sir”, - you lick up to his jawline, before his palm finds its place on your cheek. “Is this what you want?” - he questions and you believe he sounds genuine. For the first time, he watches a playful and almost cunning sparkle appear in your irises. He doesn’t believe the sound of your voice when you tell him: “I want you to beg”, which makes him smirk. Your fingers inch closer to his pubic bone and nether, as you expectantly look at him, at last, giving him the taste of his own medicine.
“Please, fuck me, babygirl”, - John calmly asks, though swallowing, when you wrap your hand around him. Now it’s your turn to return the smirk. “You gotta do better than that, sir”, - you begin to pump him harder, watching his chest rise and fall a bit deeper, as he twitches against your skin when you swipe your thumb across the most sensitive part. It’s so satisfying, seeing a man like him cracking down because of you. A little rattlesnake pinned against a serpent.
“I need you to fuck me”, - his breath becomes a bit more shallow, “now. Please”. You line him up before starting to painstakingly slowly sink down on him, not breaking the eye contact that makes you both feel like the house of glass is about to burst into shards around you. “As you wish”, - you kiss him and bite his lower lip, seeing the way his eyelashes flutter, when you close the distance between your bodies in one move and feel his full length inside of you.
John’s hands grip your thighs, but you don’t move, his questioning eyes find your teasing ones. “I told you to beg”, - you whisper, “so be a good boy and fucking do as you’re told”. You add: “Sir”, for good measure. John’s fingers sink deeper into your skin, both of you knowing it’s gonna get bruised later, which makes you involuntarily clench around him, receiving a guttural hiss from him.
“I want you to fuck yourself on me so hard that the only thing you’ll remember is how to scream my name”, - John’s tongue collects the sweat, dripping down your chest, as you slowly move your hips, both of you feeling every part of the other’s body in the most delightfully hot sense possible. His hands guide you to increase your speed, which you cannot get ahold of controlling anymore. You feel John’s breath on your face: “And you’re gonna do, as you’re told, princess”, he sucks your lower lip and kisses you hard, which earns him a moan from your lips against his mouth. John looks up at you, his eyes filled with brooding darkness that holds a promise of a tsunami, something so primal you dare not to even attempt to overpower. “Yes, sir”, your shuddering breath barely escapes, before his lips hungrily find yours again and you feel yourself move against him, without his hands on your hips, as if your only purpose is to please him.
As the sound of sloppy kisses and moans fill the living room, you don’t care to pay attention to the way John takes in your sweaty form that he knows is desperate for him, while you pick up the pace, his hands placed loosely around your waist. His eyes lazily roll over your body, down to where your skin meets one another, his chest filling with pride and joy that he is the one making cracks appear all over the essence that is you and everything about you.
With every thrust and love bite, you feel yourself lose the control and further tangle in the triangle of devilish delusions, daunting dreams and dangerous desire. With every deep kiss from John, you let go of your position in the Devils’ game and succumb to the faceless decay, akin to a house of cards eaten to ashes by the flames of pretense and a masquerade of hopes. John’s arms pull you closer to his heated body in a possessive embrace, every fibre of his being titillated by the thought of you. For, as you and John cross the joint everlasting limit, you become the incandescence of a fire and the event horizon of all consuming oblivion.
- present -
You get off Tex, his arms still wrapped around your body, the AC blasting on both of you, as you watch the Seychelles sun grow closer to the horizon. Tex kisses you sweetly, making you smile against him: “What was that for?”, you lean back to take a long look at him. “Nothing”, - he replies cheekily, putting a loose strand of hair between your ear. “It’s never nothing with you”, - you chuckle, basking in sunset light, letting Tex stare at your magic after sex glow. You lay your gaze back on him, as he asks: “Is this how you see me?” You feel the warm sunlight lick your skin, as you put your silky dress back on, still careful around the almost completely healed bullet wound, still not used to seeing it on your body. You sit back down: “I don’t know, you tell me. We are nothing more or less than what we choose to reveal”. You and Tex watch the ocean waves sparkle under the setting sun, cloudless sky turning more orange and pink with each passing moment of silence between you. You feel a small sigh leave your mouth, thinking about what happened months ago, hoping the sentimental softness for the two men would slip away from your heart with specks of dust.
The more you think about it, the more you begin to sense your blood flow through your veins, your cheeks painted with blush not just because of the sun and the sex.
First, months ago, there was a flood of tears and denial. Now, anger takes the stage, setting up the diverse uncanny possibilities for a deal with the Devil.
You clench your jawline and let it go before saying as softly as you can: “Hey, listen…uh…I gotta talk to you about something”, from the corner of your eye, you can vaguely make out Tex turn his head to face you, as you keep the ocean and palm trees in your direct view, “It’s been bothering me for quite a while and I know it might seem like a silly little thing to you, but it matters to me a lot”.
You finally look at him, choosing not to divide your attention on the way his eyes and skin beautifully glow under orange sunset lights. “Okay, lay it on me”, - Tex tells you in a soft voice, as you pace your breath, so as not to give into the temptation of letting him see right through you.
“It’s about the day I got kidnapped and shot”, you watch Tex stiffen.
“Why didn’t you give me something to cover myself up?” - you question, tilting your head, watching Tex’s eyebrow twitch.
“What are you talking about?”, you hear his deep voice.
“Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you”, - you tighten your jawline again for a split second, “you saw I was literally butt ass naked and you didn’t even offer anything to cover it”. A shuddered breath from the man next to you enters your personal space, as he replies: “There wasn’t enough time”. You raise your brow: “But there was plenty of time to touch me, wasn’t there? You just didn’t care enough, did you?”
You calmly watch him search your eyes, though the smile you have put on reflects none of how you feel. For how you feel is far from letting his hand brush against yours. Your hand slips away onto your thigh, while Tex apologises: “Listen, I’m sorry. I’ll never forgive myself for what happened. All I could think about was saving you”. You stop yourself from clenching your fist, sending an unkind smirk his way.
“Oh, you want a cookie? Having to save me is nothing to be proud of. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place”, a cushion next to you dips, as the man shifts, while you continue: “and, Tex, I was so fucking scared I thought I was out of my mind”.
You poke his chest: “Admit it, you see me as nothing more or less than a plaything”.
Tex seizes the opportunity to snatch your hand, which, in turn, makes you flinch, as he smiles: “That’s not true. You’re my woman”, you shakily wiggle your hand out of his grasp, crossing your arms, chuckling, unamused: “Yeah…I heard when you were punching the life out of Brad”, your voice full of sarcasm and venom, “well, guess what, Tex Johnson, you don’t let dozens of blood thirsty men watch your woman’s private parts”.
Tex doesn’t reply, so you continue: “and it’s not even the fact that you didn’t offer your clothes to cover me that makes me mad”, you inhale slowly before looking into his eyes, illuminated by something more than sunlight. “It’s the fact that you further took away my dignity by touching me. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable and hurt”, your voice raises slightly, your fingers digging into your skin, “and you took advantage of that. You just wanted to show off, didn’t you?”
Suddenly, you feel Tex’s hand on your throat, his breath on your lips, your heart pumping so fast you think it might jump out and spill into the waves of pain when you hear the man’s growl: “I’ve been so good to you for the past few months. We traveled everywhere you wanted”, he makes you lock your eyes on his fiery ones, “Why? Because I care about you”. His jawline dangerously plays under the skin, as he tells you lowly: “Be careful with your words now. Or you’ll pay for it”.
You quietly laugh, earning a look of confusion: “I already did, I fucking took a bullet for you”.
Tex watches your eyes narrow, as you smirk, the fire in your stomach adding fuel to the way you spit in his face, mirroring the growl of his own: “Do you really think a bird forgets how to fly once you lock it in a cage? The thing is, toys break. You don’t wanna see me at a breaking point, do you?”
You feel like you can breathe again, as Tex leans back, saying: “What are you talking about, y/n?”
You lean closer: “You don’t fucking know me, Tex. Neither of you do”, you let yourself drown in the couch cushions, for it’s Tex’s turn to laugh this time, his words and self-indulgent voice punching holes in your soul, as you try your hardest to stop the burning occur around your watery eyes. “We know everything about you. Your background, your family, who are all dead, you got no friends. We know your hopes and dreams, how you like your eggs and pancakes in the morning, how you like your tea in the evening and what you look like when you’re sound asleep. We know what helps you feel better when you’re on your period and how you look like when you’re falling apart because of our touch. Everything”.
You exhale sharply, as the cushion shifts under the weight of the man, when he gets closer: “Look, doll, I’m so sorry”, his voice so unbearably soft, sweet and apologetic you feel your stomach turn, “We are so sorry that it happened and we’ll have to live with that guilt forever. We’ll never let it happen, ever again”.
You slap his hand away, the boiling fire in the pit of your chest coming out sooner than you thought it would, as you scream: “Stop fucking saying that! I’m not your fucking doll!”
You feel tears pooling in your eyes and quickly wipe a fallen one, as you repeat in a low shaky breath: “You don’t know me”, before getting up in a swift motion and storming off, as Tex’s loud voice chases after you: “We never wanna lose you, Y/n!!”
Tex hears a click of the door lock, making him curse, feeling a strong presence behind his back, as it’s coming out of the shadows.
“Let her cool off. You know she doesn’t actually mean any of it”, - John sits down on the couch, handing Tex a beer bottle, which he opens with his bare hands, saying: “Yeah, didn’t sound like it. She started crying, for fuck’s sake”, his voice frustrated and almost sad. The men look ahead at the ocean and palm trees, engulfed in flames of sunset lights. John exhales: “She’ll come around”.
Behind the closed doors, you don’t even understand yourself anymore, for you can’t recognise any of the pieces of who you’re seeing in the mirror.
Point of break when you got nowhere to run looks different on everyone.
They want a plaything? They’ll get it. You’ll get them hanging by the strings. Before they decide to break your wings, completely.
You continue to study yourself in the mirror. Maybe that lucid knife play was a prophecy, disguised as a dream.
The mask of sanity has slipped.
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#wicked johnson fic#john wick#tex johnson#john wick x you#john wick x reader#john wick fic#john wick x y/n#keanu reeves x reader#yandere john wick#tex johnson x you#tex johnson x reader#yandere
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Foreign Girls Can't Survive In Russia
Summary: You happened to be embarrassed because of a language barrier between you and your history teacher.
You hadn't been paying to much to the class, since you weren't on the friendliest terms with the teacher, but maybe you could have been paying more attention to him when he was talking.
"Y/n!"
You instantly perked up when hearing your name.
"When did the Russian ____ begin?"
But you hadn't understood what he said in the middle of it. You were starting to feel stupid as you stared at him, confused, "I'm sorry. I don't understand?"
"What do you not understand, Y/n?"
"Are you saying War or Revolution?"
"What do you think I said?"
You could feel everyone's eyes on you. You had never messed up or been confused by the language, or at least you haven't since you became fluent in it. He had just been talking so fast that you hadn't been able to keep up.
Dee felt bad for you. He never liked the teacher all that much, but he hated him even more now. He didn't know why the guy was making your life difficult over a simple miscommunication. He pulled out some paper and wrote 'Revolution' on it, before putting it on the floor and sliding it towards you.
You felt something hit your heel. You looked down and in familiar hand writing that said 'Revolution.'
"You meant the Russian Revolution that began in 1917 during World War I?"
He groaned and moved on, seeing as he wasn't going to be able to embarrass you further. You looked back towards where the paper came from to make eye contact with Dee.
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You took a longer time to get your stuff, watching Dee. When you saw him get up to leave, you quickly stop him.
"Dee right?"
He looks at you as if that was a dumb question and you suppose it was a dumb question.
"Thanks for helping me out there. I was dying," you chuckle, but he wasn't so you were starting to feel awkward. Maybe he only helped you so that the class would move on.
"Yeah you were," he smirked, making you feel a little more comfortable.
"Yeah, I don't know what his problem is. It's like he hates me."
"It sure seems like it."
"Sorry, I'll go. I feel like I'm in your way."
"No, it's fine. Do you want to walk with me?"
"Uh, yeah. I'm surprised I've never really talked to you. How long have we shared classes?" You asked, not really expecting an answer.
"For a few years, actually."
"Oh. Well, I can be pretty dense."
"I've noticed."
"Well, I'll make sure to notice you more."
"What a delight." He remarks, smiling to himself, while watching you walk ahead.
#Dee#Dee Metal Family#Dee Schvagenbagen#Yandere Dee#Yandere Dee Schvagenbagen#Yandere Dee x Reader#Yandere Dee Schvagenbagen x Reader#Dee x Reader#Dee Schvagenbagen x Reader#Yandere Metal Family#Metal Family#Metal Family x Reader#Yandere Metal Family x Reader#Metal Family Dee x Reader#Metal Family Dee#Dee Metal Family x Reader
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Masterlist Yandere
Yandere! Glam x Reader headcanons
Yandere! Glam x Reader headcanons Russian winter
Yandere! Glam x Reader headcanons Cuddle
Yandere! Glam x Reader platonic headcanons Gold heart
Yandere!Glam x Reader headcanons Sensitive nature
Yandere!Glam x male! Reader platonic headcanons
Yandere!Glam x male!Reader headcanons Kidnapped
Yandere!Glam x Reader headcanons Confession
Yandere! Glam x male!Reader headcanons Shy
Yandere! Glam x Reader headcanons Forget about taking care of yourself
Yandere!Glam x Reader headcanons Clumsy
Yandere! Glam x Reader headcanons Break up
Yandere! Glam x Reader headcanons Valentine’s day
Yandere!Glam x Reader Oneshot Escape attempt
Yandere! Glam x Reader headcanons Foreigner
Yandere!Glam x Reader Oneshot Family problems
Yandere! Glam x Reader headcanons Silent
Yandere!Glam x Reader Oneshot Famous YouTuber
Yandere!Glam x Reader Oneshot Cultist
Yandere! Vicky x male! Reader platonic headcanons
Yandere!Vicky x Reader Oneshot Calm
Yandere! Dee x Reader headcanons Russian winter
Yandere! Dee x Reader headcanons Cuddle
Yandere! Dee x fem!Reader headcanons Family
Yandere! Dee x Reader platonic headcanons Gold heart
Yandere! Dee x Reader headcanons Sensitive nature
Yandere!Dee x Reader headcanons
Yandere! Dee x male!Reader platonic headcanons
Yandere!Dee x ftm!Reader headcanons
Yandere!Dee x male!Reader headcanons Kidnapped
Yandere! Dee x male!Reader headcanons Shy
Yandere!Dee x Reader headcanons Forget about taking care of yourself
Yandere!Dee x Reader headcanons Clumsy
Yandere!Dee x male!Reader headcanons Energy and strong
Yandere!Dee x Reader headcanons Artist
Yandere!Dee x Reader headcanons Break up
Yandere! Dee x Reader headcanons After kidnapping
Yandere! Dee x Reader headcanons Valentine’s day
Yandere!Dee x Reader headcanons Lovey dovey
Yandere!Dee x Reader headcanons Opposite aesthetic
Yandere! Dee x male!Reader Oneshot Lif’s twin brother
Yandere! Dee x Reader headcanons Crochet
Yandere!Dee x fem!Reader Oneshot Period
Yandere!Dee x Reader Oneshot Album for drawing
Yandere!Dee x Reader Oneshot Roller skating
Yandere! Dee x Reader headcanons Foreigner
Yandere! Dee x Reader headcanons Silent
Yandere!Dee x Reader Oneshot Frightening behavior
Yandere! Heavy x male! Reader platonic headcanons
Yandere!Heavy x Reader headcanons
Yandere! Chive x Reader headcanons Cuddle
Yandere! Lif x Reader headcanons Crochet
Yandere!Glam x Reader x Yandere!Chive headcanons
Yandere!Dee x Reader x Yandere! Lif headcanons Sharing
#masterlist#metal family#metal family x reader#Metal Family Oneshots#Metal Family headcanons#Yandere!Metal Family
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Yandere Jason the Toymaker x Reader
Words; 1,626
Trigger Warning for mentions of Kidnapping, Blood, and abuse
Takes place in 1800's
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The dripping from a leak in the ceiling was slowly becoming background noise to your ears. The small scratches on the floor were long abandoned for keeping time. It could have been days, weeks, or even years at this point. All you knew was the only thing that changed was when that sick bastard came down to visit you. Sometimes he wouldn’t show up for days, leaving you hungry and thirsty. On other days, he would do nothing but hang around your cage, tormenting you with his ‘love’.
The only light you had was a tiny barred window, too far away for you to reach and yell. The walls were a deep red, easily covering up the blood your capture would spill. A small candle holder sat on top of the small table near the locked door, only being lit when he would enter.
Yet, you sat in the middle of the cursed room in a cage, much like a bird sitting by a window. Your dress, once a bright pale blue, was now torn to bits. The puffiness of it now gone making it look like more of a nightgown, than a hand-made dress. The edges of the dress now stained in blood, along with the white frills around your neck.
A bandage covered your left eye, a lasting memory from when he got too happy with a needle some nights ago. On rare nights, when you laid your tired head on the cool concert floor to attempt to sleep, the same nightmare would repeat.
That's where you were now, eyes glazed over before sleep finally overtook and replayed that cursed day.
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You had thrown a party that night, to celebrate your friend's most recent engagement. People from all over came to enjoy the night, devouring the tasty food and drinks prepared by the finest chef you could find. People danced and laughed, making the night that much more magical.
“[Your Name]! The party is great! Thank you so much, I’d dare say it’s the best one you’ve thrown yet!” Your friend praised, her voice slurring a bit due to the drinks. You smiled at her and took the drink from her hand and placed it on the table next to you both.
“I believe you may have had too much to drink, my lady, as we both know many other lords and ladies have put on much better parties than me,” You muttered. She let out a small drunken giggle and gave your shoulder a push, causing you to stumble into the man behind you. Quickly, you turned around to apologize.
“Oh my! I’m so sorry! I tripped over my dress and bumped into you!” Your excuse rolling off your tongue. You feared this man would yell at you, scolding you for being too clumsy. The taller male looked past his crimson bangs, pushing them out of the way to look at you with his pale-yellow eyes. His cheeks reddened as he made eye contact.
“O-oh! It’s not a problem!” He stuttered softly, dragging his gaze down and back up to meet your eyes. You lightly kicked your friend who started to giggle behind you. With a small bow, you turned back to your friend who you scolded as she dragged you towards more drinks.
Long after the party was over and all the guests had left, you had finally made it up to your room. Talking and meeting so many people was exhausting and the only thing you had on your mind was sleep. You regretted not getting to formally meet to redheaded man, but another boy with bright yellow hair also stuck out. He had offered to dance and honestly was one of the nicest men you had met.
Finally closing the door behind you, and slipping the top layer of your dress onto the ground was one of the most relaxing actions you did tonight. However, before you could remove your corset, you finally gazed around your room. The bed had been tossed around, like someone had made love in it, and your vanity had been flipped over-the glass from the mirror scattering on the ground.
A soft rustle echoed from the corner and before you could turn or even scream, a soft jab hit your neck.
“Sshh.. It’s okay, everything will be alright…” A deep voice whispered into your ear. The voice was familiar, but before you could place who it belongs to, you fell into the stranger's arms and faded into a deep sleep.
The soft click of the door unlocking and a pair of heels clicking on the tile awoke you from your restless sleep. Your stomach dropped and you quietly muttered a prayer to whatever God would listen. As Jason approached, you sat up and pushed your spine into the bars behind you. Jason placed his hands on the bars of the rusted cage, leaning into the small space with a bright smile.
“Good evening, my doll! I do hope you’ve slept well. I do also apologize for not being around as much as you would like… I was out getting a get a little gift for you!” He giggled a little, jiggling the cage a little bit as if to try and convince you to move away from the bars. Somehow, his sick mind still believed you had feelings for him, that some man had manipulated and convinced you to not trust him. Like someone put a curse on you.
Of course, he was proud of himself to finally break you of that man's ‘curse’.
Jason reached into his pocket, fumbling around for a moment. Your breath caught in the back of your throat, fearful of what his newest ‘gift’ would be. Jason would say it was out of the kindness of his heart that he would bring you stuffed animals and small toys, eventually bundles of your favorite flowers. At first, the idea of small gifts brought a little calmness to you, until the stuffed animals started to smell and leak a dark reddish brown liquid. The flowers would wilt in the first hours, revealing the body parts of your friends and loved ones. The toys would blink, almost as if alive, and to be honest you didn’t want to look and be near them more than you had to be.
When you finally looked up at him, you noticed the small swipe of blood on his brow and the lightest stain on his white collar. His smile didn’t meet his eyes and only grew when you finally made eye contact.
Finally, Jason pulled out a small tuft of bright hair, holding it into the cage and allowing it to flow to the ground in front of your feet.
With a bandaged hand you covered your mouth to shield a scream that tried to creep up the back of your throat. After all this time, you had some small hope that a dashing young man would rescue you from this hellscape, and whisk you away like those fairytales your mother would read to you late at night. You closed your eyes, allowing a few soft tears to fall to the floor. Knowing in your heart that poor man was laying in his pool of blood, waiting to be discovered.
After a few moments, you felt a hand tug on your chin, pulling you closer to the bars. Jason's warm breath fanned over your tear-stained face.
“You know I’m only doing this out of love for you, my doll…” His hushed voice sent chills down your spine. His glowing eyes traveled down to your trembling lips and he slowly moved in closer, attempting to place a sweet kiss on your lips. It was something he felt he craved, often dreaming of the sensation late at night. He felt guilty for keeping you locked in a cage, but Jason also knew you would try to run as soon as you got the chance. He craved to have you all to himself, with your warm pressed up against his as you truly excepted him.
When his lips brushed against the side of your hand, he paused for a moment. You looked away bashfully, tears still daring to stain that pretty face of yours. He pulled away for a moment, and peering down at you threw his now whiten bangs. How dare you refuse a kiss from him; did you not want him the same way he wanted you? Anger boiled within him as he reached into his shirt, pulling a key from a cord wrapped around his neck.
You backed as far away from the door as you could as Jason carefully unlocked it, standing at the entrance with a blank stare. Finally, he lunged at you, wrapping his rotting hands around your neck, squeezing just enough to restrict your airflow but staying conscious.
“I swear on my life you will learn to love me…! Even if I have to kill every last person you knew, I will! I promise it!” Jason yelled, flinging spit onto your face. Your weak hands flew up to scratch and claw at his, trying to get some sort of air into your lungs. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and black spots slowly grew in your vision. It wasn’t until you went limp on the stone floor did Jason finally let go. He leaned down, resting his head against your chest and running his hands through your hair. His eyes closed as he tried to listen.
“I promise, I you will never be able to leave me…” His hushed voice only echoed slightly.
Finally, he stood up, looking down at your limp body with nothing but a wicked smile on his face. He turned, closing and locking the bars behind him, leaving a small stuffed animal just outside of the bars and snuffing the dying candle on his way out of the heavy door.
#creepypasta#Fanficion#creepypasta x reader#jason the toymaker#jason the toymaker headcanons#Jason the Toymaker x reader#mental abuse#abuse#kidnapping#kidnapping mentioned#Dark fic#angst no comfort#angst no happy ending#creepypasta fanfic#mentions blood#jason is not a good person#also on ao3#please do not repost#please give me ideas#i have no shame#no other creepypasta is mentioned#takes place in 1800s#gender neutral reader
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PLAYING DANGEROUS | bts rapline [m.list]
summary: It's been almost three years since Jack in the box was caught, and no one could make him talk. No one knew his story, and what drove him to become the monster he was today. That is until you're assigned your first story. What makes you so lucky?
rating: 18+ (I'm not your mother you're in control of what you consume)
pairings: Journalist!Reader x Criminal!JungHoseok x CEO!Kim Namjoon x Detective!MinYoongi.
warnings: smut murder, blood and gore, Jack In The Box Hobi, corruption, workplace abuse, yandere characters, possessive/obsessive behavior, dubcon, short hair namjoon (yes that's a warning), black/plus sized coded reader, violence from every single aspect, police brutality, mircoagression towards woc, lawyer kim seokjin, maknae helping cause chaos, manipulation, drugs and addiction, unhinged serial killer hobi, yoongi hates his job, namjoon loves his job (he gets to piss you off everyday)
authors note: howdy hotties! this fic was heavily inspired by this post, i don't think it'll be 30 chapters but something about it just spoke to me and itched my writer brain. even though the mc is black coded anyone can read ofc!! the teaser will be out sometime today or tomorrow night. if you'd like a tag pls comment below. Reblogs are appreciated and check out my other works (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡
©hobicakesss , please don't repost or steal my work. don't be a loser
teaser | one | two | three...
#bts x black reader#bts x reader#yoongi x reader#dee recs.#jungkook x reader#namjoon x reader#dee reblogs.#hoseok x reader#bts rap line#rapline x reader#min#yandere yoongi#yandere bts
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Greetings fellow human beings, I'm Dee or Lazy whichever fancies you best. Non-binary and a preference for they/them, though he/him is perfectly acceptable too.
Native language: Spanish.
Second language: English.
Sometimes I post drawings but a majority of my time I do write character x reader, though I am not opposed to character x oc, or character x character. Now, I write for the following fandoms:
R18. Genshin Impact, Hazbin Hotel, My Candy Love, The Amazing Digital Circus, APH, Hypmic.
R13. MLB. Steven Universe.
Masterlist. | Ideas.
The general #tag for character x reader is "#🧍 he speaks" and while I do prefer to write gender neutral and male reader, I can write for female reader if requested.
Do I take requests? Yes.
Do I take ideas and/or suggestions? Yes.
Do I give priorities to commissions? Absolutely. Ko-fi me any amount will do in my (3rd world) country.
Will write:
Dark themes (kidnapping, manipulation, unhealthy obsessions, yandere, stalking, torture, gross/questioning behavior).
Sexual themes
Won't write:
Underage pairings/l○licon.
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Howdy! Hey! Welcome to the page!
This is a side account where you can put in requests for characters from your favorite shows, video games, or really whatever! (As long as I know them that is)
However there are a few ground rules I would like to establish first!
I’ll mainly do x reader or character x character
I’m alright with smut, but if you request it I may not get to writing it since I’m really iffy about what characters I’ll write with it
I will only write for the fandoms I am in or have been in. Depending on which one you request, it might take longer to get to depending on my current interest in said fandom
I can write both headcanons (scenarios? imagines? not sure what to call them honestly-) or one shots if you wish! Headcanons will be much faster for me to do and will be my default, however if you specifically want me to do a one-shot just tell me in your request!
I am so willing to write darker themes such as yandere and other various things falling into the horror genre, so don’t be scared to ask for it!
I will absolutely NOT write any form of incest or minor x adult content
I can write character x character things as well! Can be platonic or romantic!
Any requests with children or characters that I headcanon to be children will be strictly platonic (this rule will be a bit flexible depending on the fandom)
Willing to write for almost all themes fluff, angst, hurt-comfort, enemies to lovers, you name it! So if you want something specific I can do it!
Don’t be afraid to ask me further questions if you’re confused about anything!
Fandoms and Characters I Will Write For!
Looking for a specific fandom/character? Well fandoms will be in this order so check it out!
Danganronpa (All games), Super Danganronpa Another 2, A Hat In Time, Billie Bust Up, Bendy and the Ink Machine, Cuphead, Sonic the Hedgehog, Kirby, The Owl House, Ninjago, Super Paper Mario, Cookie Run, Undertale/Undertale AUs, Deltarune, Undertale Yellow
Danganronpa (All games)
Makoto Naegi
Kyoko Kirigiri
Chihiro Fujisaki
Mondo Owada
Kiyotaka Ishimaru
Celestia Ludenburg
Sakura Ogami
Komaru Naegi
Matsuru Daimon (platonic only)
Jataro Kemuri (platonic only)
Kotoko Utsugi (platonic only)
Nagisa Shingetsu (platonic only)
Monaca Towa (platonic only)
Hajime Hinata
Izuru Kamukura
Nagito Komaeda (+despair form)
Chiaki Nanami
Peko Pekoyama (+despair form)
Ibuki Mioda (+despair form)
Mikan Tsumiki
Nekomaru Nidai (+despair form)
Gundham Tanaka (+despair form)
Kazuichi Soda (+despair form)
Sonia Nevermind (+despair form)
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu (+despair form)
Kaede Akumatsu
Shuichi Saihara
Kaito Momota
Ryoma Hoshi
Kirumi Tojo
Korekiyo Shinguji
Gonta Gokuhara
Kokichi Oma
Maki Harukawa
Super Danganronpa Another 2
Sora
Yuki Maeda
Yoruko Kabuya
Yuri Kagarin
Hajime Makunouchi
Kokoro Mitsume
Emma Magarobi
Setsuka Chiebukuro
Hibiki Otonokoji
Kaede Otonokoji
Shinji Kasai
Nikei Yomiuri
Teruya Otori
Mikado Sannoji (IRL and AI)
Shobai Hashimoto
Iroha Nijue
A Hat in Time
Hat Kid (platonic only)
Bow Kid (platonic only)
Mustache Girl (platonic only)
The Conductor
DJ Grooves
The Snatcher
Moonjumper
Vanessa
The Empress
Billie Bust Up
Billie (platonic only)
Aristotle
Elaine
Barnaby
Fantoccio
Bendy and the Ink Machine
Bendy (cartoon or demon form your pick!)
Sammy
Henry
Audrey
Cuphead
Cuphead (platonic only)
Mugman (platonic only)
Chalice (platonic only)
Cagney Carnation
King Dice
The Devil
Henchman
Sonic the Hedgehog
Sonic
Tails (platonic only)
Knuckles
Shadow
Rouge
Omega
Espio
Blaze
Silver
Dr. Starline
Surge
Kit (platonic only)
Tangle
Whisper
Mephiles
Infinite
Metal Sonic (can also do Neo Metal Sonic!)
Gemeral
Mecha Sonic
Silver Sonic
Shard
Orbot & Cubot
Kirby
Kirby (platonic only)
Meta Knight
King Dedede
Bandana Dee (platonic only)
Marx
Magalor
Taranza
Susie
Daroach
Shadow Kirby (platonic only)
Dark Meta Knight
Shadow Dedede
Galacta Knight
Morpho Knight
Elfilin (platonic only)
The Owl House
Luz
Amity
Willow
Gus (platonic only)
Hunter
Vee
Eda
Lilith
Raine
Darius
Belos
The Collector (platonic only)
King (platonic only)
Papa Titan
Ninjago (Movie as well!)
Lloyd
Kai
Jay
Zane
Cole
Nya
Morro
Harumi
Garmadon (S1-S2, Sensei, or Oni is up to you)
Pixal
Ronin
Skylor
Vania
Cryptor
Mr. E
Super Paper Mario
Count Bleck/Blumiere
Tippi/Timpani
Dimentio
Nastasia
Mr. L/Luigi
Cookie Run
(This is gonna be a lot oh boy-)
Vampire Cookie
Herb Cookie
Sparkling Cookie
Sorbet Shark Cookie (platonic only)
Mango Cookie (platonic only)
Squid Ink Cookie (platonic only)
Mocha Ray Cookie
Caramel Arrow Cookie
Crunchy Chip Cookie
Wildberry Cookie
Red Velvet Cookie
Licorice Cookie
Pomegranate Cookie
Poison Mushroom Cookie (platonic only)
Affogato Cookie
Choco Werehound Brute/Schwarzwälder
Dark Choco Cookie
Werewolf Cookie
Kumiho Cookie
Moon Rabbit Cookie (platonic only)
Onion Cookie (platonic only)
Parfait Cookie (platonic only)
Cookiemals (platonic only)
Churro Cookie
Scorpion Cookie
Lilac Cookie
Cotton Cookie (platonic only)
Sherbet Cookie (platonic only)
Twizzly Gummy Cookie
Snake Fruit Cookie
Rambutan Cookie
Cherry Ball Cookie
Hydrangea Cookie
Moonlight Cookie
Sea Fairy Cookie
Frost Queen Cookie
Black Pearl Cookie/White Pearl Cookie
Wind Archer Cookie
Fire Spirit Cookie
Millennial Tree Cookie
Timekeeper Cookie
Pitaya Dragon Cookie
Ananas Dragon Cookie
Lotus Dragon Cookie
Lychee Dragon Cookie
Longan Dragon Cookie
Pure Vanilla Cookie
Hollyberry Cookie
Dark Cacao Cookie
Golden Cheese Cookie
White Lily/Dark Enchantress Cookie (your pick)
Capsaicin Cookie
Prune Juice Cookie
Kouign-Amann Cookie
Stardust Cookie
Royal Margarine Cookie
Tarte Tatin Cookie
Snapdragon Cookie (platonic only)
Cream Unicorn Cookie
Financier Cookie
Rye Cookie
Milky Way Cookie
Crimson Coral Cookie
Mystic Opal Cookie
Gold Citrine Cookie
Aquamarine Cookie
Frilled Jellyfish Cookie
Peppermint Cookie (platonic only)
Rockstar Cookie
Black Lemonade Cookie
Burnt Cheese Cookie
Smoked Cheese Cookie
Mozzarella Cookie
Fettuccine Cookie (platonic only)
Snow Sugar Cookie (platonic only)
Icicle Yeti Cookie (platonic only)
Lobster Cookie
Electric Eel Cookie
Abyss Monarch Cookie
White Ghost Cookie
Black Garlic Cookie
Vagabond Cookie
Blue Lily Cookie
Coffee Candy Cookie
Pastel Meringue Cookie
Currant Cream Cookie
Pond Dino Cookie (platonic only)
Langue de Chat Cookie
Roguefort Cookie
Blue Slushy Cookie (platonic only)
Sugar Swan Cookie
S’more Cookie
Stollen Cookie
Strawberry Cream Cookie
Crowberry Cookie
Sourbelt Cookie
Sugar Glass Cookie
Amber Sugar Cookie
Starfruit Cookie
Chess Choco Cookie (platonic only)
Popping Candy Cookie
Truffle Cookie
Walnut Cookie (platonic only)
Undertale/Undertale AUs
Sans
Papyrus
Undyne
Alphys
Toriel
Asgore
Gaster
Napstablook
Mettaton
Muffet
Flowey (platonic only)
Asriel (platonic only)
Chara (platonic only)
Frisk (platonic only)
Killer! Sans/Killer
Dusttale Sans/Dust
Horrortale Sans/Horror
Horrortale Papyrus/Paprika
X-Tale Sans/Cross
Nightmare
Dream
Ink
Underswap Sans/Swap
Underswap Papyrus/Stretch
Underfell Sans/Red
Underfell Papyrus/Edge
Error
Geno
Fresh
Reaper
Epic
Deltarune
Kris
Susie
Ralsei
Lancer (platonic only)
King
Rouxls Kaard
Seam
Jevil
Noelle
Queen
Spamton
Swatch
Undertale Yellow
Clover (platonic only)
Dalv
Martlet
Starlo
Ed
Moray
Ace
Mooch
Ceroba
Kanako (platonic only)
Chujin
Axis
Alright! Have fun requesting!
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