#Yandere aph
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༺𓆩 valentine’s brutal, darling! 𓆪༻
♡‧₊˚ the inner working of the heart:
this event will only contain pieces that will either be yandere or nsfw! bear in mind, nsfw will only be written for afab readers and will use she/her prns but yandere pieces will always be gn! i do write wlw for nsfw.
now that we have gotten that out the way, here is some info regarding this valentine’s event! the entire selection of prompts (or rather lyrics which will be used as inspiration for the writing) is based on chase atlantic songs! there is no requirement for you to know about them or their music however, as the simple rules will explain everything you have to do! <3
these will be posted in instalments that will be sorted by fandom and nsfw/yandere! so it may take me a lil’ while to get everything out and ready. please be patient <3
♡‧₊˚ follow the heartbeat:
have i captured your interest? great! let’s move onto the rules shall we? don’t worry, they’re quite simple! all you have to do is send me the song title and the character you want it with after reading the lyrics from either the yandere section or the nsfw section!
however! i will only write for a specific character once. and the same applies for the song title! so if, let’s say, the song ‘moonlight’ was chosen for ‘azul’, neither the song nor the character could be requested again!
therefore, this event will work on a first come, first served basis. i will regularly update what characters and songs have already been chosen, so stay on the lookout for that dear! if your request doesn’t get written, this will be the reason why.
requesting nsfw for the twst first years is strictly prohibited <3!
♡‧₊˚ to your heart’s desire:
❥ twst [riddle, ace, cater, leona, ruggie. azul, jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, vil, rook, lilia, sebek]
❥ genshin impact [albedo, cyno, hu tao, kazuha, kaeya, eula, ayaka, ayato, lisa, mona, nilou, ningguang, ei, kokomi, heizou, childe, tighnari, venti scaramouche/wanderer, xiao, yae miko, yanfei, yelan, zhongli]
❥ hetalia [feliciano, ludwig, kiku, lovino, gilbert, antonio, yao, alfred, ivan, matthew, francis, arthur, vladimir, elizaveta, tolys, lukas, matthias, emil, tino, lux, natalia, feliks, yong soo, allistor // luciano, allen, zao, flavio
❥ ikeprince [yves kloss, clavis lelouch, chevalier michel, silvio ricci, gilbert von obsidian]
❥ 25/25 slots taken <3 thank you to everyone who participated! i will be writing these until april between my studying and by then everything will be out and this post will get a masterlist!
♡‧₊˚ vtória’s playlist [yandere]:
❥ now paused [SCARAMOUCHE];
"friends - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ▶ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ and what the hell were we?
tell me we weren't just friends
this doesn't make much sense, no “
➵
❥ now paused [FELICIANO];
"numb to the feeling - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ▶ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ heard you got a heart, let me see
heard you got a heart, let me see
i need you to split that thing with me
yeah, i need you to split that thing with me ”
➵
❥ now paused [KAEYA];
"slide - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ slide, i can see the pain in your eyes
i don't wanna say that I'm good, but
i'll take you to heaven if you die “
➵
❥ now paused [LOVINO];
"right here - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ it's happening again
well, i don't give a fuck about your friends
i'm right here, here
oh, baby, take a look around
i'm the only one that hasn't walked out “
➵
❥ now paused [FLOYD];
"swim - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ you picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out
the water's getting colder, let me in your ocean, swim
out in california, i'll be forward stroking, swim
so hard to ignore ya, 'specially when I'm smoking, swim “
➵
❥ now paused [XIAO];
"consume - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ and I know there's a blade where your heart is
and you know how to use it
and you can take my flesh if you want,
but baby, don't abuse it “
➵
❥ now paused [IVAN] [tw - SH];
"uncomfortable - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ my head could be a vessel for your own mind
all you gotta do is talk
a flood is slowly building at your wrists now
and death is just a thought “
➵
❥ now paused [LEONA]:
"paradise - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ▶ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ it feels like heaven on the inside
you’re calling my name and, oh, it sounds nice
the way that you're dancing in the moonlight
i think I'm falling in love with all these big signs “
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❥ now paused [ANTONIO];
"falling - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ oh, we've lost it
screeching off with no names
you said, ‘watch this’
with your hands in the rain “
➵
❥ now playing [CHILDE];
"what u call that - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ i'm sorry that i took my time to call back
well, i don't wanna spend time with your family
'cause i'm afraid i'll run my mouth and start rambling
wait, i know that your dad doesn't like me “
➵
❥ now paused [YELAN];
"you too - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ knew you had a heart
didn't know that i would break it, off
don't choose
if you love it, then you cut the thing loose, yeah “
➵
❥ now paused [ALFRED];
"triggered - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ telling you, i won't slow down, won't slow down
you gotta know right now, there's no way out
i’mma pull the trigger off
and i’mma let these bullets talk “
➵
❥ now paused [RUGGIE];
"dancer in the dark - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ oh baby, maybe it's that look in your eyes
they been telling me you wanna leave
you’ve been dancing with the devil all night
it's like hell is where you wanna be ”
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❥ now paused [ALBEDO];
"cassie - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ shit i probably tore their heart right out
at least that's how it feels right now (yeah)
but we're holdin' on, we're holdin' on
we say some words, we land them wrong “
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❥ now paused [VIL];
"her - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ i'm getting feelings that i didn't before
and all i wanna do is stay with them
but i know all i have is one day with them “
➵
❥ now paused [AZUL];
"moonlight- chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ▶ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ we're diving through the bottom of the ocean
swimming through a bottle of emotions,
maybe i was thinking you would notice “
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❥ now paused [GILBERT];
"heaven and back- chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ well, you lied
you said you were fine
but now you're terrified
say you don't wanna die
then you start to cry
you wish that you could take it all back “
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❥ now paused [HU TAO];
"23 - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ i can't believe this is happening
what did i do?
what did you do to me?
this isn't true to me “
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♡‧₊˚ vtoria’s playlist [nsfw]:
❥ now paused [LUCIANO];
"slow down - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ i don't know if you already know how
but, i got the feeling that you know now
you're buried in the pillow, yeah, you're so loud
but i'm about to show you, baby, slow down“
➵
❥ now paused [JADE];
"church - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ▶ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ and I'll keep leading you on
if you keep leading me into your room
the drinks are all gone
but that's fine, baby, so am i “
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❥ now playing [ALLEN];
"devilish - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ sever off the head and watch the body fall
see you in the depths, that ain't a metaphor
sex, blood, fashion, dripping holy water
holy shit, she worshipping my dick like it's the Holy Father “
➵
❥ now paused [JAMIL];
"okay - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ i can feel it in my brain
hit the tongue, watch it dissolve, just take a taste, yeah
she gonna make decisions either way
i swear ever since i hit it i ain't ever been the same, yeah “
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❥ now paused [ROOK];
"meddle about - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ no, i wanna to see you undress now
i wanna hear you confess now
we only met each other just the other day
but you already got me feeling some type of way “
➵
❥ now paused [YAE MIKO];
"too late - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ slide in, came with perfect timing
she climbed in, picture-perfect timing
slide and put her right beside me
sing this, i'm gon' bet she’ll date me “
➵
❥ now playing [AYATO];
"oh mami - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ mamacita, i can see the devil in your eyes
muy bonita, tú quieres estar by my side
she might make me stay in for the night “
➵
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yandere norway headcanons pls (maybe some nsfw teehee)
Forgive me but I can’t think of N$F W headcannons right now for him. His personality airs on the side of asexual and not really the type to be into situations. But what’s do I know it’s just the ramblings of a woman who’s lost her mind probably.
Anyways hope you like this post!
He’s one of the most difficult to read Yandere, similar to that of Sweden, Iceland, and Japan.
When he does have a darling that he takes an interest in he will not approach you at all.
In fact by the time you do meet him it’s at least a year before he will introduce himself to you. He takes his sweet time in trying to figure out your personality through parasocial interaction, information that his magical friends bring him, and through subtle gestures that you get the hint and follow his lead. He’s not a particularly dangerous Yandere, somewhat forceful but not to the degree where it trips red flags like England would, as a fellow magical yandere.
Dude will go through all of your socials and read the backlogs. He will be entertained by the more than a decade old post that you wrote and about how you hate HS. He will build a perfect picture in his head of how you actually are in reality and anticipates the changes that have occurred in your life that have led you to be the human that you are now. Perfect in his eyes, and feels that you waste too much time in (home country). Where the standards of living are pathetic compared to the happiness that his people have.
He will occasionally join a stream you have going, IG live, Tiktok live etc Just to hear your voice so that when he goes to sleep at night he has something that can ease his mind and add to his imagination. The sight and sound of you flood his mind like great tides flowing in from the Northern Sea. He can sleep soundly.
His magical friends from the other side will aid him by pilfering things that you 9 times out of 10 won’t realize are missing. Things like a lip-gloss, sticky-notes that you used for meetings over zoom, that water bottle you thought you left on the bus.
He watches you like a tv show of sorts from his magical room. It’s nice for him to be able to gaze at your beauty from afar without having to exert himself.
Eventually the numerous sea of strings will overwhelm his soul and he will eventually want to be much closer to you than to have just the vision of you. Which at least as far as Yandere’s go is not nearly as bad as what England might do.
Norway is going to want to meet you in a fantasy he created and keep you there. He was able to look into your past memories using his magic to learn more about you and what makes you comfortable, what are your deepest dreams, etc.
“What makes you happy?”
Late one night. You brought your tired eyelids to a close. You had just survived a long tumultuous day . You didn’t want to think about anything. You didn’t want to think about anyone. You just wanted to sleep. When your eyelids closed for the last time you were brought to a new reality, one of which were it felt as though it were real.
“Oh (insert greeting that is most common for your nationality but for more friendly terms) Y/N how are you? Ready to bake (favorite dessert) and watch the ocean cam? I heard that tonight is supposed to be particularly exciting because of the storms raging on tonight.”
“Oh yeah! I’ve been in a haze of sorts. Hahah.” Not fully aware of your body but you wanted to at least try to regain some control. Everything felt fine even though you felt a little lightheaded but nothing too intense to hinder your basic functionality. All will be fine in this sweet daydream since Norway is great at keeping his close family entertained.
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Yandere Italy plsssss💚💚💚
Yandere (North) Italy Headcanon
Is a really clingy, emotionally unstable and insecure yandere.
He would fall in love with you instantly.
But the boy would be really insecure.
Uncertain about everything possible.
And he would take everything really emotionally.
If you agree, refuse or do something else.
Feli is like a waterfall.
He would probably kidnap you one day.
Feli would be sorry.
But he had a nightmare where you started dating someone else.
And he couldn't let that happen.
Are you angry?
Feli can't stand it if you're angry.
He would make you comfort pasta.
Don't even think hurting pasta.
Life with Feli would be...
not exactly easy, but nothing terrible either.
You should put up with his sentimentality.
And that he is mostly naked during Siesta.
In Italy, the punishments are mostly guilt tripping and cuddling.
He makes you feel bad.
Feli would not be violent.
The exception would be if you criticized his pasta.
That would make him really angry.
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Mutually Assured Destruction (Yandere! America vs. Yandere! China x Microstate! Reader)
Warnings: Yandere character, yandere behavior, manipulation, implied kidnapping and choking.
Anonymous Request: I want to see some Yandere struggle. Can I get Yandere USA and Yandere China both falling for a Microstate?
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Microstates weren’t supposed to be all that important in the grand scheme of things. Sure, being a Microstate, or any sort of state at all, was enough to warrant some sort of recognition, but that was mostly relegated to the citizens of said state. For the most part, Microstates were left to their own devices. Often, they had to rely on the economic and political structure of Nations that were far more powerful than them to keep their citizens safe and to survive into the next century. The tricky thing about relying on other Nations was that Microstates were at their mercy, no matter how much they liked to tell themselves that they could be as self-sufficient and be as formidable as any other Nation.
In short, Microstates were usually held at the bottom of the food chain due to their lack of importance while global superpowers were the apex predators because their actions could impact the global environment for years to come.
As a Microstate, you weren’t supposed to garner the attention of Nations who held a higher status than you. Even some of your citizens, few as they were, didn’t seem to recognize you. Despite that, however, you were content to live life as quietly as possible. It was inevitable that you would soon one day disappear, either by getting dissolved by one of your powerful neighbors or being inevitably forgotten by your people. It was with that way of thinking, that you found yourself quite dumbfounded by a few events that followed due to a series of ill timed positions.
One, you found yourself invited to a meeting that included all the Microstates—courtesy of Sealand and Molossia.
Two, you were tasked with retrieving some snacks from a popular cafe that Wy had researched when everyone began to complain that they were hungry.
Three, you happened to bump into two of the world’s most powerful global superpowers.
Normally, this wouldn’t have fazed you. You have seen the G8 in action before, but not in such close proximity. As China made a jab about America and his policies concerning foreign relations, you tried to shrink into yourself, appearing much smaller than you were as you browsed through the cafe’s dessert options that were mounted on the wall behind the cashier. As you pondered the pros and cons of getting everyone the same pastry for a discount or getting an assortment, you were halted in your thoughts when you became aware that the fighting had become somewhat louder.
And that they were behind you.
Not wanting to attract too much attention, you tried to subtly signal to the cashier that you wanted an assortment that you could take back to the meeting. As the employee rifled through a stack of flat cardboard boxes to assemble, the bickering duo finally took notice of you.
Again, you were not a powerful Nation. You weren’t powerful enough to land yourself on the radar of your closest neighbors, much less gain the attention of America and China. Yet, just as you were about to fish out enough money to pay for the goods, you felt a hand grab your wrist and a voice in your ear. It was warm, husky, and with an undertone of dominance hiding beneath a veneer of kindness.
“Hi, there! You’re one of the Micronations gathered today, right?” At your curious nod, America nodded confidently. “Here, let me help pay for your food.”
At your confused expression, he elaborated, almost a little too smugly, “It’s not every day that I get to hang out with Microstates like you. Aren’t I generous for noticing you?”
Before you could say anything, China piped up, “Generosity does not always mean you can flaunt your money around, America.” He fumed a little, his dark eyes fiery with simmering anger. When he turned to you, though, he had softened and nodded to you in acknowledgement. “Don’t ally yourself with this one, Microstate, he’ll just use you to get more money for himself because he still owes me.”
“Whatever you say, old man.”
“I’ll be sure to take you advice, Mr. China.” You bowed your head a little before smiling at the blond global superpower. “But don’t worry, Mr. America, I already have this covered.”
And after that, you left.
Were this any other situation, you would have banished that interaction into the furthest corners of your mind. You were a small speck on the map and they commanded the respect and attention of the world. Yet, you began to feel that something had shifted shortly after the meeting with your fellow Micronations.
For instance, America would follow you around everywhere. He had claimed that you were fun, but that didn’t make sense. You had only known him through his reputation as a larger Nation and that brief conversation at the cafe. How could he have known that you were fun from how brief those interactions were? Much to your displeasure, America waved away your concerns and said that he just liked making new friends. That wasn’t a problem, was it?
Reluctant, but not wanting to make things harder for yourself, you allowed him to hang around. At first, his presence was somewhat enjoyable. He would crack jokes, take you out to fancy restaurants after meetings, and get lost with you in foreign capitals.
What made you uneasy was that this man never let you say no. He never wanted you to pay for the nice things he bought you. He never wanted you to go back and see your friends, stating that you would see them again anyway. You’re his new friend and it only makes sense that you spend more time with him!
So you had no choice, but to endure the American’s overbearing advances.
And then, there was China.
Whereas America was more overt in his friendship with you and made you feel uneasy, it was China who terrified you.
Somehow, the Chinese Nation had found out your email and your personal phone number. You reasoned that maybe he had taken your contact information from a public directory or had asked one of your close friends, but upon further investigation, you found out that none of your close friends or any of the other Micronations had interacted with the Eastern global superpower.
It was benign, though, so you let it pass.
With China, you would never see his face. Whenever possible, China would pepper your phone with seemingly curious texts. He would wish you good mornings, inquiries into your day, and what your h to ought were concerning politics and philosophy. You thought about asking why he was so interested in you, but since you were usually hanging out with America and didn’t want to cause more controversy between these two men, you refrained.
Instead, you replied to China.
You will not lie; talking to China was actually relaxing. While America was overbearing and his temper fluctuated like the ups and downs of a roller coaster, China’s long winded and consistently well worded paragraphs made you laugh. His refusal to admit that he was too old for technology made this seemingly ancient Nation somewhat adorable and to a certain extent, relatable.
You considered China to be a penpal.
On the other hand, America was a nuisance who had no idea what personal boundaries were.
One day, China messaged you. You waited a second to make sure that American wasn’t paying attention to you, and then you sent an enthusiastic reply. Just as quick as you (which was surprising given his age), China suggested that you attend a dinner with him. Apparently, he wanted to get you know better and he was feeling the effects of stress and the boredom of attending too many meetings.
Without thinking about it, you agreed.
The instant you did so, you saw the shadow of someone standing so close to behind you, a warm breath caressing the back of your neck.
“Who were you talking to right now?”
You turned around and found yourself face to face with America. Like many other Nations, you were aware of the raw power that America often hid behind a childish complexion and lackadaisical demeanor. However, it was at that moment that you became aware of how domineering and terrifying America could be if you let him near enough.
And you were stupid enough to turn your back on him.
Never a good move.
His cold blue eyes stared you down, icy fire roaring to life as he advanced upon you. Backing away was your only way out, but before you could make a run for it and ask for help, one of his hands reached out and too you by the shoulder.
Another thing you knew about America from secondhand retellings, but had never experienced until now: he was freakishly strong.
“I asked you a question.” His knuckles whitened as his grip tightened. “Answer me.”
“C-China!”
“So the old man wants to play, huh? Okay then, let’s play..” His other hand crawled up the side of your arm before slithering toward your neck. For a second, it almost felt like a lover’s caress. Too soon, though, he began squeezing you and didn’t stop despite your frantic protests.
“Don’t worry, little Microstate, I’ll take good care of you.”
Dimly, you could hear the light buzzing from your phone as China continued to message you the address and time for your scheduled rendezvous.
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DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.
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Bls gib some HCs of our certified soft murder Matthew bls 😔🤲🏻
Ask and ye shall receive, after months and months of procrastination!
Yandere Canada general headcanons
❤️ - So, as stated previously, Canada or Matthew as he insists that you call him, is an incredibly obsessive yandere. He's probably the most timid and shy out of the Hetalia yanderes when it comes to kidnapping you.
❤️ - He feels terrible, but he has to do it. He has to keep you safe! What would he do if you managed to get yourself hurt or even worse, someone else hurt you?? No, No. He can’t think of that. Better to just take you for himself and make sure he has 24/7 surveillance of you.
❤️ - Honestly, that’s where his protectiveness streak ends though. After kidnapping you and making sure all of the surveillance cameras on the property work and the relevant precautions are taken around your room, he’d all over you.
❤️ - But he’s really shy with it? Like, he’ll want to snuggle with you and just fawn over you completely but he’ll be constantly blushing and flustered over it.
❤️ - Now, he is still a soft murderer. If anyone has wronged you or gotten in the way of your relationship before he’s had the chance to kidnap you it will 100% not end well for them. They will be dead within the week and you will never be the wiser unless Matthew tells you outright, but he isn’t one to brag too much.
#yandere eternity#yandere#yandere requests#yandere headcanons#yandere hetalia#yandere aph#yandere candada#aph canada
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can you draw yandere hetalia allies or axis 😞 i’m starved for content and i love your art! congrats on the milestone, wishing for more to come ⭐️🤩💫
thank you so much anon!!! not the most proud of this one, so maybe i’ll come back and redo this someday. but, i just had to get this out since i’ll be using this art in an upcoming post (wink wink)
#hetalia#yandere hetalia#aph america#hws america#hetalia america#alfred f jones#yandere america#yandere art#male yandere#hetalia fan art#asks#🫧
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Yandere italy x germany
#hetalia#draws#aph#mariabcdraws#aph germany#aph italy#itager#ludwig beilschmidt#gerita#yandere hetalia
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a snuff film, my slug record
#hetalia#rusame#amerus#aph america#hws america#alfred f jones#aph russia#hws russia#ivan braginsky#myart#its like those gay little eroge where theres two crazy bitches that want to kiss you and kill you and each other#but i hate male yandere so u have to imagine them being fucked up yanderegirls but loveles and gnawing at their fingers
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𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄
tw. yandere, implied past-noncon, reader almost dies of hypothermia, implied sharing/poly(?), breaking bones, not an expert on frozen limbs.
even the snow brings you back to him.
It was his idea to leave you stranded in nothing but a winter coat and thick pants with boots. As cruel the punishment you knew Ivan didn’t want you completely dead. Your pleas for him not to leave you out there in the cold, the wind dangerously picks up the snow to fall on your pathetic head.
Left outside of the backyard of his large estate, with the windows and doors shut with a lock, you can only stare endlessly into the void. Ivan had left you attached to the bars of one of the gates, like some undesirable dog.
Your teeth gnaws and clatter against each other, face heating up to keep the blood flowing through your cheeks. It’s not long hopefully, maybe it’ll be soon for him to return. It wasn’t like you wanted to anger him, Ivan just doesn’t respect your boundaries. And you can’t stand it when he’s clinging to your side whenever you’re at reach, arms bulking and tight from all of those clothes. Makes you remember he’s a man who won’t have any problem snapping you in half.
The sky was still bleached in a gray-ish blue tone, staring up at the sky with no sign of life or birds passing by. Your nose is runny and your lungs are having trouble breathing warmer air, 40 minutes have passed and nothing.
How loose was the leash?
Fingers nearly numb thread carefully at the leash, you can’t really feel the leather unless you applied enough pressure. A ping of hope flares in your stomach, as your fingers curl around the old leash in a tug, a slight stretch to its polish can be seen. You kept pulling until the damn thing snapped, your body tumbling backwards down the pile of snow. It hurt still. Letting out quick huffs you scramble to foot quickly, unlocking the gate with feverish force.
It creaks loudly as you throw it open, boots crunching down the snow as you forced your body to move forward through the challenging wind. There’s fear rumbling in your chest, fear of what might happen if you gotten caught. You’d rather die in the snow than find out.
You didn’t have a plan on where you were going, you never ventured out this far from outside the yard. That’s the least of your problems at the moment, all you can think of is getting away from that place. Not his hands on you, or how the servants looked the other way to your cries. Not Ivan’s fake sense of coos in your ears, not his hands ripping the roots of your scalp.
A grunt leaves your mouth as you trip down a steep hill, bracing yourself by cowering your head and arms against your body. Snow engulfs your face, not melting as it stings your skin. You’re not sure how long you’ve been running, but your legs are screaming and burning for you to stop, any more movement had caused you to become delirious, the cold catching up quickly. Your throat feels clogged with how intoxicated the air was, getting harder to breath as you rolled over to your back. The right side of your ankle twisted, bruised with blotches that’ll appear any moment.
Nails dig into the soft yet solid snow, out of frustration your hands clench tightly. You didn’t want to die, if anything it should’ve been a cool death not dying from hypothermia. The cold doesn’t let you cry, your tears would be swallowed and dried as quick as it came. Oddly enough, you’re starting to miss your bed. Comfy, fluffy with fur that always felt warm.
“That looks like a face of regret. Are you done throwing a tantrum little one?”
It’s sick, his voice makes your heart drop to your stomach as you force yourself to focus on him. Half of his body is present, peaking near the cliff as he slightly bends to muse at your unresponding body.
“You didn’t run that far haha, I gave you an hour to flee yet you took the time to catch a cold instead. You weren’t always the brightest.”
In a blink, Ivan is cradling you. You aren’t sure how fast he got down from that cliff , but you couldn’t care, not when his hands slowly heat your cheeks to life.
But Ivan’s touch was never kind, his gloved hands press themselves deep into your skin, feeling the rattle of your teeth chattering together. Your face is shoved against his chest, his scarf heavily smelling of his cologne and a hint of copper.
“Maybe leaving you outside wasn’t the best idea…but that’s ok! I have other ideas on your punishment, this time don’t try running away. I’d hate to have you sick.”
His smile dawned upon you, his cherry attitude was nothing but a tempered time bomb. His hold on you tightens, making your hiss in pain as the sight of his mansion grows closer. Back to that forsaken place.
The roar of the snowy winds was kinder than him.
You solemnly look at the leash that laid on the ground where you left it, curling yourself deeper into Ivan’s hold as he hums a tune. The house itself is warming, making blood flow more easily as you pant greedily at the air.
“Little [Name] is so silly, shivering so cutely. Let me nurse you back to health ja?”
He sings into your ear softly, not noticing you’ve been placed on a bed. Your bed, and your wet clothes soak the sheets. Ivan plants quick kisses on your face, now suddenly hot. Your mind feels a little frazzled, wincing when he unties your boots and rub circles around your ankle. Noticing the bruise that blossomed on your skin, he presses his index finger down while his grip increases in strength.
Twisting it back into place, it leaves you screaming in pain, but your mouth can barely let out any proper sounds due to the throaty cold. Instead sounding like a gurgled mess, choking on spit that stings and coats your throat like acid.
Your pained whimpers don’t go unnoticed as he tsk’d softly, large fingers kneading the flesh, but not in comfort.
“You know, I have been too soft on you. Spoiled little thing, why run from a place that has a roof and feeds you everyday. Perhaps I should be more strict with you, Natalia suggest we start with a more proper approach, you must depend on us as we need you. So don’t make this harder than it has too.”
The name sends chills down your spine, your limbs try to move but the frost as completely wiped the energy out of you. Your fingers are numb to everything and all it touched, so even when Ivan held them with his. Your ears catching the cracks of bones. Flesh and small muscles fractured as he smiles kindly at you. Like you were beautifully even paralyzed.
#yandere hetalia#hetalia russia#hetalia russia x reader#yandere russia#man these tags r funny#hetalia x reader#Hetalia content in 2023 is crazy#aph russia
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Cringetober day 11: Yandere
#yandere#aph fanart#aph#hetalia#aph america#aph russia#fanart#hws russia#hws america#hws#hetalia axis powers#axis powers ヘタリア#world stars hetalia#hetalia world stars#hetalia america#hetalia russia
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Yandere Denmark headcanons
Ruthless, ambitious, and with a mind for expansion, it’s no wonder he always finds himself in positions of political power. But like all men, he has desires of the flesh, the longing for real connection. He comes onto you as an ordinary man, and you love him as one.
What you don’t know, is that he’s the king. When you learn the truth, you pull away fearing for your own safety. But he holds onto all the tighter. With the nation obeying his every whim and every pair of eyes and ears working for him, he’s impossible to escape.
Content warning: Sex, violence, and dubious consent. R18+ only.
The nobleman
Mathias commands respect everywhere he goes. As one of the most powerful men in the ancient world, he has a potent presence that causes the whole energy of a room to change if he were to enter it. But he also likes to blend in when he can. He will dress down to avoid standing out, even if it’s still in clothes for those in the top percentile.
He often leaves the palace grounds to visit the city in person. Whether it’s for leisure or to see how his kingdom is doing, he insists on doing it without protection. And when people recognize his face as the same one on the back of their coins, he gives a reassuring smile as they talk excitedly amongst themselves. The King is here!
Chinese silk, richly dyed clothing, and the most exotic Arabian perfume. They’re everything you notice about Mathias when you serve him at your diner. A member of the ruling class, you think. But that’s all. The last thing you’d expect is for the king himself to show up in this humble establishment, fitting in like everybody else.
“Tell me, eskler,” He begins, watching you set down his meal in front of him. Lamb shank, mash, and the soup of the day. A hearty meal to go with the homey atmosphere. “What do you think about the king?”
“I don’t know,” You lift your gaze to him thoughtfully. Without batting an eye, you tell him the words he didn’t know he needed to hear, and would, in turn, change his life forever. “I’ve never met him.”
He’s taken aback by your response, but it draws him in like no other. There’s people who don’t care for politics, and then there’s you. Someone who’s never even seen him before. And so long as he keeps his identity a secret, he’ll be treated as an equal. It’s nowhere near the treatment fit for a king, but somehow, he can’t get enough.
Mathias asks you out for dinner. You reject him the first time, and understandably so. You don’t wanna accidentally become a part of his harem, or whatever it is the elites are doing these days. However, you eventually have a change of heart when you keep seeing him in your diner. Not to pester you about a date, but only to eat and chat.
“Seeing that you’re more polite than any other man I’ve met, I’ll take you up on your offer,” You tell him.
“Really?”
“What, did you have higher expectations for men?”
“No, that’s why I’m surprised you would say yes,” Mathias explains, following you with his eyes as you clear up the last remaining tables. He eventually stands up to ask this. “What makes me so different?”
The truth is, you sense that he’s a good person, and he’s shocked when you tell him. He tries to see himself in your eyes, and in turn, discovers a whole new side. Thanks to your willingness to engage with him on his level, he gets in touch with the more vulnerable parts of his character. He drops his guard, and feels strangely human.
He starts seeing you in secret. The moment he gets the chance, he disappears from the palace and makes a discrete trip to your home. His alibi? The same thing he’s been doing the whole time. He’ll always show up with flowers and other gifts, but more importantly, an empty stomach, having developed an appetite for your simple cooking.
“So, what are we having for dinner today?” He rubs his hands expectantly as he peers over your shoulder.
“Pickled fish,” You hum.
“Can I help?” He lights up, rolling his sleeves.
“You can help me by staying out of the kitchen.”
He’s very playful. Rolling around with you in the grass, pretending to bite you like a frenzied dog, it’s a timeless romance that transcends the ages. He can play with you like a child but love you like a woman, so being with him feels like a dream. His presence is just so fulfilling you can’t imagine asking for more, but he just keeps surprising you.
He spoils you. His generosity is magnanimous, pampering you with jewelry, dresses, homeware, and everything you could ever need, and more. Mathias imagines himself to be the solution to all your problems, and takes great pride in using his privilege to help you. Little does he know, it’s the one thing that drives a wedge between you both.
“This is really nice and all, but—”
Mathias is taking you to store after store, fishing out anything he thinks would look good on you. And he isn’t picky, or shy, for that matter. He will watch your silhouette behind the paper screen until you finish.
“—this is a bit much, don’t you think?” You appear from the side of the screen in a revealing jade dress, cheeks flushed. “I don’t need all these things, and besides, I could never pay you back if I tried.”
“Why would you pay me back?” He questions.
“I’m just saying,” You reply, sliding your hands in his. “It always feels like we’re from different worlds, Mat.”
He takes that statement personally and becomes cautious about protecting his identity. You hold him to a high enough regard already, and he’s only revealed so much — that he’s an aristocrat. Even then, you’re still wary of the class difference that sets you two apart. Mathias is destined for greatness, but this is all you’ll ever be. Imagine how you’d react if you found out he was the king.
He’s afraid that he’ll scare you off. All rulers have blood on their hands, a ruthlessness that evades the ordinary man. You would be heartbroken if Mathias were anything of such, and he knows. He only wants you to see him as the person he is when he’s with you. Kind, gentle, and passionate. You make feel like a man, and when he feels like a man, it fills him with a carnal sense of purpose.
He’s sensual at heart, so he can’t go without it. Not without you, or the intoxicating completion you give him. So when you start pulling away, he’ll feel the whips of panic because a part of him is slipping away. Every interaction you have with him will become emotionally charged. Mathias chases you like crazy, but you withhold from him, causing him to have frequent bursts of passion.
“I thought we talked about this—”
“—No, I thought we talked about this. You said you loved me, and now you’re not gonna marry me?” Mathias sits up out of alarm, then stares at you like you just betrayed him, because to him, you have.
When you argue
There’s no arguing with Mathias. When he wants it his way, he’ll eventually get it. And in that same breath, you can never stay mad at him, allowing for a vicious cycle that never ends. Something about him just gets you to forgive him before he even does anything. It doesn’t matter what the argument is about, or how bad it gets, because it’s guaranteed you’ll be kissing him by nightfall, and he’ll be making love to you until sunrise.
“What’s makes us so different to each other?”
“You know why,” You rub the tears from your eyes as you rush down the stairs. “I’m not your equal. I don’t have money, I can barely read, and I don’t know anything about the things that are important to you!”
“Those are trivial things! And they’re nothing I can’t give or teach you!” He runs in front of you, talking excitedly. And he believes in every word he speaks. “The fact that we’re arguing makes us equals!”
No matter how outlandish.
“It doesn’t work that way, Mathias!”
He uses sex to his advantage. You know touch is his love language, so it becomes hard to resist, especially after a bad fight. The tension calls for a hard release of it, which he does through a hot and raw pounding. It gives him the safety and reassurance that you will always love him, and he’s addicted to it like a drug. Don’t be surprised that he starts picking fights just for the sake of it.
“I’m gonna cum inside you, okay?” He pants over you, moving his pelvis back and forth in fluid thrusts.
“You wouldn’t dare,” You breathe under him.
“I would,” Mathias speeds up to a pace that gets his face to contort from a pleasure so good, it looked like he was in pain. He was going so hard and deep, his orgasm came in seconds, arriving in strong jets that fills you to the brim. And he’s not letting you go until every last drop of it is pumped into your womb.
He wrecks boundaries and shatters your mind in the process. He can’t handle distance, let alone tension, and will force his way into your world. You can’t help but let him, too helplessly in love with his smile and memory. He seems nurturing and giving, when really, he takes just as much, and if not, more. You don’t always realize that, and lose yourself as well as your ability to say no.
The King
He has a fierce intelligence that intimidates. Not only does he have one of the greatest military minds of all time, there is no taking advantage of him in political exchanges. He can read anyone with a single glance, then find a way to get out on top. It’s all in his slick grin, which goes away in an instant. Making it obvious he’s hiding his amusement is just how he mocks his enemies.
Mathias is above the system. He doesn’t abide by existing power or religious structures if he thinks they’re useless. Sailing west into an open ocean, guiding his people to enlightenment and discovery. Questioning rulers, then going so far as to overthrow them. He’s a dark horse when it comes to challenging the natural order, a master of annexation, a force to be reckoned with.
He treats those below him with respect. He will look anyone in the eye to speak to them on their level, no matter who. He’s not pretentious at all, but very understanding of people from all walks of life. Kind to the poor, merciless to the rich. Civilians are cared for by their king and love him for it, but the same can’t be said for high society. Not that they have anything to say about it.
Mathias is uncensored to violence. He wouldn’t bat an eye at the inside of someone’s skull, heads rolling, or spilled guts. As a king, he’s seen it all. He fights with his men like the God of war for all his incorruptible dreams, so every battle serves a divine purpose. If it means he can give his people a better life, give you a better life, he would gladly take it away all the same without hesitation.
And yet, when you come around, his invincibility, sharpness, everything that makes him ruthless, goes away instantly. That impenetrable exterior his enemies work tirelessly to get past, is broken. He returns to who he is at his core, a kind, gentle, and curious man because you see him as such. Being with you is like rising to the surface and taking a breath for the first time, constantly.
For this, he can never stop thinking about you. Every waking hour of the day, you’re on his mind. With the rush of politics and warfare, all he wants is to drown in your love, beauty, and femininity. You are the light to the darkness that pervades the world, your presence a sacred haven in all the chaos. It’s no wonder the world is made for two, because he can’t understand it without you.
That’s why he’s such an intense lover. Mathias will show up to your doorstep uninvited and beg for your attention like he’s starving for it, because there’s no other way to describe such a feeling. Whether it’s through talking, touching, or kissing, the way he looks at you is how all girls want to be looked at — a look with so much love, you can hardly return it. But he makes you every time.
He can stay calm even in times of conflict and crises. He knows when he’s in control, and this has served him well for many years. But if he does lose his head, it’s when you’re caught in the crossfire. He will do anything to keep you safe, even if he has to sacrifice thousands of others. He wouldn’t just go to war for you like other men, he would wage them. Start them. Finish them.
His dedication is the stuff of myths and legends, because if it came down to it, he would venture to the depths of the underworld to rescue you from the dead. Slay monsters to prove his worth. Challenge Gods. Nothing is bigger than his love for you, and he’ll make the whole world feel it. What he has with you is for the history books, epics, and sagas, but he’d prefer privacy over all.
You are his only weakness, so if someone caught wind of the king’s secret lover, everything would be over. Unfortunately, he gets too carried away by going to your home too often. To protect you, he has no choice but to reveal his identity and take you back to the palace. Dressed up in his most extravagant robes, he knocks on your door with a band of soldiers surrounding the property.
When you answer, the first thing you see is Mathias in his crown, and behind him, the royal guard. Your heart sinks as everything clicks. Why he was always so secretive, why he was always so adamant that you were his equal, his other half. Why the court advisors bowed before him despite being the highest ranking officials in the state, because he was above everyone and everything, all except for the Gods themselves.
“Let me explain.” He tells you, brows raised.
“I knew it,” You utter, slamming the door in his face. But nobody simply shuts out the king, not even you. That reality sinks in as he stays outside your home, asserting he has no intention to leave without you.
The honeymoon
The first week is the toughest. You feel betrayed and overwhelmed by who Mathias is, so you refuse to see him. He’s very understanding at first, and prepares a separate room just for you. It’s fully furnished, lavishly decorated, and filled with everything you’ve ever laid your eyes on. He’s been thinking of you all this time, yearning to be with you, but you have yet to give in. This isn’t the man you thought you knew, and yet, some part of you always suspected he’d turn out this way. He seemed too good to be true, and he was. After all, every force has an equal and opposite reaction, where his love for you alone goes head to head with his ruthlessness.
He tries to find you around the palace, which is perfect for when you eventually get cabin fever. You roam the palace grounds out of curiosity, even joining some of the servants in the kitchen. Mathias would never show up in a place like that, and that serves you well for a few days. You feel like yourself again and all is well, that is, until you run into him in the orchard, picking apples for himself. It’s the second time you’ve made the crucial mistake of thinking of him as any other king when he isn’t. No chore is too low for him to do, no place too filthy for him to be. You both stare at each other, eyes wide. Without a single word exchanged, you turn around and run off.
“Will you at least have dinner with me?” He calls out to you, watching your back grow smaller and smaller.
“I’m quite fine, thank you.”
“Please?” Mathias softens his voice. “I miss you.”
You can’t resist him, especially when he talks and looks at you like that. The man you thought you knew is still in there, and it sucks you in like a rip. You join him in the dining hall and have a meal together, even if it’s a silent one. You’re keen on leaving right after, but he’s quick to notice that. He’s never wrong when it comes to reading your body language, even when you were being subtle about it. Turns out, with him, nothing is subtle. He catches you before you get far, grabbing your hand and pulling you back. “I’m still the same person you love, so will you just stay with me?”
Mathias is sneaky. He’s really good at reeling you in and letting you think you’re pushing him away. And he gets closer the more he keeps doing it. He knows exactly what he’s doing, while looking like he doesn’t. His innocent act is more effective than you’re led on to believe, because you fall for it every time. Every interaction with him has a catch, just like the dinner that came with a stroll. And now, you’re in his bed a week after telling him you want to sleep separately. You only realize your mistake three nights in, curled up tightly in his arms, staring up at his tired, smiling face.
“What am I gonna do with you?” You whisper.
“The same thing you’ve always done.” He answers.
He’s comfortable in his natural state. Mathias has the body of a warrior, his skin scarred by all the blades that have touched him. Otherwise, he’s an impressive specimen produced from years of battle and good genes. Large, muscular, and well-endowed. If the weather allows for it, he’ll relax in the bedroom buck naked, and talk to you as casually as he would with clothes on. He doesn’t feel any shame or embarrassment when he’s so familiar with you. He can also work up quite a stink, so he makes it a point to chase you around for a hug. And he catches you every time.
He expects you to join him for breakfast and dinner everyday. Mathias has a lot of business to attend to in between, but wants you to be the first and last thing he sees. Waking up and falling asleep beside you isn’t enough. He also insists on taking all his baths with you, so you ought to get used to being naked around him. He’s the type to stare, and so much that it’s embarrassing, but he always makes sure to remind you how beautiful you are. He may be a handful, but he just wants you to be as comfortable around him as you can so you both can be like two peas in a pod.
“It’s not like I haven’t already seen every inch of you, so don’t be shy,” He wades over to you in the pool.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t stop refreshing your memory.” You splash his face, cackling. “Have some manners!”
He tutors you. Granted, it took a lot of convincing on your end, but you can’t deny that you want to be closer to him, and this is how. He teaches you all about his duties, as well as math, science, and literacy. You didn’t go to school, but he wants to involve you in official business as you’ll be his most trusted partner in the future. And if he sends letters, you need to be able to read them. He’s been elevating you this whole time, hoping that you gain the confidence to stand by his side one day. And when that day comes, he’ll propose to you in a way that feels so natural, you won’t hesitate to accept. If you see him smiling at you over nothing, that’s what he’s thinking about. You’re going to be this nation’s most beloved queen one day, and he can’t wait for it to come.
The night of your wedding, he will carry you to his chambers to consummate it. He doesn’t think of it as a duty wherein he needs to produce heirs, but something he’s been wanting to do for ages. Starting a family with you, if he didn’t already get you pregnant from all the unprotected sex he’s been having with you for months. But tradition is tradition, and there won’t be another opportunity as romantic as this. You’ll be ravished all night, taking him until your insides ache and you get sick of his taste. He has a penchant for all kinds of sex, but combined with his ox-like stamina and insatiable appetite, he could go at it forever.
Mathias would want to reincarnate by your side, finding you again and again in endless rebirths. In the dark ages where life is short and death is always near, having you just once isn’t enough. So after conquering the mortal world and making it perfect for you, he will search for answers to the question that needs answering. What comes after death, and if you’ll be there, waiting for him. It’s strange. He has dreams of having different lives, each more vivid than the last. Sometimes a dashing prince, other times, a champion boxer. He doesn’t understand what he experiences, but the thing about dreams is that they always make sense when he’s in them. So maybe, it’ll come to him one day, even if it’s thousands of years later.
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WOOO HOOO IM ANOTHER YEAR CLOSER TO DEATH AHAHAHAH.
So I’m honor of me being that fun age of ✨27✨
Just spice posts all day.
Starting with the ending storyline for Club 27- Birthday Drabble I started last year.
🌟💀The New Queen of Solar Dead 💀🌟
Enjoy guys thanks for sticking it out with this page. And yeah final warning this is a
🌶️🔥spice🔥🌶️ post
Heavy panting filled the sweltering throne room. The flames that lit the room were burning low just enough light to where you could make out his outlines. His body was built like that of a gold medal olympian. He was currently working out your insides. The muscles that were getting the most defined concentration were his broad arms that held you in place while his hips ceased flogging you from the back.
You were happy that he stopped driving himself into you. Ever since he introduced himself he immediately jumped into raw dogging you. It felt like an eternity already….and Alfred was only just getting started. Your eyes swept over the cobblestone floor hoping and praying that this ruthless dungeon was a reality you wouldn’t have to stay in. You knew this couldn’t be real. It had to be a bad dream. It just has to be!
You jerk your arms like a feral cat trying to flee captivity. To no avail your plan failed as Alfred grip held you down tight. His fingernails dug into your forearms. It caused a few thread-like scratches that drew out some blood.
“AH! STOP!” You shout out.
It was the first time you’d spoken in a while. You quickly found out that no matter how fearsome your pleas were to beg him to stop, he wouldn’t. Why would he, he was the King of Hell. He was going to do with you as he pleased. He lets out an amused chuckle and then proceeds to thrust once more into your backside.
You let out a short squeak.
He rolls his head back and lets his hands grip you tighter. Being able to control you was ecstasy. He felt the thick sexually charged air and his body was doing its best to hold back his fervor. He inhaled deeply and allowed the oxygen to fill his lungs and his chiseled abs. It was all preparation for his final move. Every muscle in his body clenched as if trying to continue to hold onto a plank position for those last few moments before you reached goal. He swiftly pulled himself out from behind and spun you around so your eyes could meet his.
All you could make out from the dim firefly glow was the lining of his lips that showcased his hungry teeth and his brightly lit red eyes that were still famished. Both desired more. So seconds, thirds, and so on would be served until stuffed.
“Hey, babe.” He purrs out to you as if the two of you were nothing more than sweet lovers.
You simply glare at him. You hated him for killing you and bringing you here just for his own amusement. Your breaths were deep and concentrated in your core like scorching magma. You wanted to fight back. You try once more to wriggle free from his tight wedding ring like grasp he had on your forearms.
Aroused and amused that you think you had any chance of breaking free he tries to ease your sorrows by drawing you in with a love drunken kiss. It reeked of longing and pent-up sexual frustration… That seemed to have been spanning a lifetime. Your hands flew for his face and you managed to get his suction cup off but only for a moment.
This angered him.
He snapped his fingers and a heated iron contraption came from the floor. It spread your legs out wide and kept them open. Metal cuffs rubbed against your upper thighs and heated them up causing sweat to glaze over your legs like a freshly buttered bread. More appetizing to the King you now found yourself eternally bound to.
He intertwined his massive calloused hands and encased your smaller ones between his giant roots from a tree settling in. He looks down on you with lustful eyes and all you could do was let out a low whimper. He kissed you on the lips again gently this time. Then whispered to them.
“I’m your King now. And I’m going to have to show you your place, my Queen.”
He hoisted you up to the searing chains that ate away at your soft skin. You let out a loud scream in agony. His desire in his cock stands at attention once more. Desire that thrived off of schadenfreude. He roughly grabbed your waist so he could hold you in place. He rubbed the tip at your entrance to run all of your senses into hundreds of brick walls.
Pleasure and pain are quite a powerful and intoxicating mix.
He began to suck at the skin on your stomach and worked his way up to your soft and supple breasts that were quaking from all of the thrashing movements. He allowed one of his hands to roam up and grope one of your mounds. You tried to yank your leg up to deliver a swift kick but the chains kept you in place. He attached his lips to the other and ran his tongue over your nipple. He pauses for a brief moment and tries not to let his aching dick release just yet. Another deep breath fills his broad chest preparing itself for its next powerful battle tactic. His teeth sink mildly into your breast and you let out a thundering yell that could probably be heard all throughout hell.
Confusion and pain flooded all of your senses, your arms felt like they were melting off and you. Only hints of pleasure popped into your brain in only momentary bursts. The pain was so intense if you could die again just to avoid it you would.
“Please….” you plead in a quivering voice.
His red eyes flicker up to meet yours as he detached himself from your chest. A lightning bolt struck your stomach and made you nervous. A grin spread wide on his face that you didn’t need a lot of light to see because of the amount of mischief that radiated from his lips. The rest of his body was ablaze with lust.
His member jolted against your entrance with a little pre-release. You wanted to slam your legs closed but simply stiffened your muscles in a feeble attempt to stop the incoming blow. The hot rod forced its way in forcing itself into your wet cavern that was writing in pain and pleasure. A disastrous mix that left you breathless.
“Ah….please …. stop ….” You say when you manage to get just enough air into your tired lungs.
Your words fell on deaf ears. He plunged himself into you to your hilt and held you there making you teeter on his cock between opposing sensations that were anxious to consume you.
He kisses your cheek gently and he commands you to shout his name when he resumes his trusting.
“If you can do that my Queen I’ll un-schalke you.” You let out a nod as you finally realized that tears had been streaming down your face.
You whimper out a weak okay.
He brings a hand to your chin and brings you into a French kiss. His tongue wrapped tightly around yours. You feel your arms suddenly fall back down only to collapse on his brawny shoulders. They cling to him for support.
He parts from the kiss he revs himself up and begins to thrust.
“Sing my name y/n! Sing it so loudly the screams of pleasure make it all the way to the ears of heaven!”
A moan at first was all you could manage. But you think of how things could be worse if you didn’t sing for him like a morning bird hyped up on caffeine.
“Ahh…Ahh.. Alfred!” You blurt out in a huff.
“Louder my Queen, that was a little pathetic.”
“ALFRED! AH! AH! !” His pacing began to get faster while his cock got fatter from all the pent up tension building from the passion. Your struggle to say his name appeased Alfred just enough. He was reaching the end of his tread anyways.
“Oh Queen Y/N you’re going to be a great ruler and wife.” He continues to bounce you up and down on his throbbing member that finally burst its seal and milky white spilled everywhere. He threw his head back and moaned out your name he had reached his cloud nine pleasure. It took him a few minutes to ride out his orgasm while you were hardly keeping conscious in his strapping arms that were shimmering with sweat.
He sealed your lips with his as you still struggled with his member. He trails a few kisses on your neck and leading on down your breasts he lingers there for a while causing you to moan but also continue to shake in agony. The chains are still hot against your wrists. Your arms had been disfigured and recreated by the lava like embers. Your once clear skin now had ancient writing that looked like lace but had thick strokes like it was etched in barbarically.
Alfred’s claiming curse.
You suck in another sharp breath as you suddenly feel your arms drop onto a soft silk surface. The rest of your body followed suit. You felt a wave of relief wash over you. You were happy to not be sewn into the wall while your insides were being filled to the brim.
You allowed your eyes to close for you knew that nothing you’d say would convince a Demon King to let you go.
Alfred allows his body to hover over you hauntingly. He lowers his head and allows his lips to linger close to the nape of your neck and give you a hickey. He moves to the other side of your neck and bare his large fangs and digs them in deep into your soft and sweaty flesh.
Your eyes shoot open at the intense intrusion of enamel into your flesh. The flood that had begun to pour out as if holding back an ocean. You could feel hot blood rush down your back. Your face scrunched in pain while you began to notice you felt as light as a feather.
Alfred licked the bite area clean after sucking up as much blood from your neck as he could.
He looked at your half lidded eyes that were unconcentrated. He gives a small chuckle and an award winning smile appears on his face. He grabs right below his curse mark that is on your wrists and whispers softly to you. You could feel the intense heat that radiated off of his toned body.
“Welcome to your new reality Y/N where you’ll always be beneath me. Now, let's go get cleaned.” He picks you up and leads you to his grand bathing room where he’ll clean your wounds and pamper you for the rest of the night. He knows full well that you won’t recover from this encounter for a while.
As he ran the bath into his coal black tub no thoughts really passed through your subconscious. You were unsure of what to do. You simply looked down at your bare feet and concentrated on the Stygian marble floor that had elongated cracks of silver and gold that trailed through the wide room flowing up the walls. You let your mind wander as it couldn’t hear the rushing water fill the room with steam and intoxicating fragrances like fresh lavender, bergamot, and sea salt.
‘Perhaps I’m lucid dreaming right? I have to be. No way in hell any of this is real. Or I have lost my mind. I really have…but why did that feel so real. That sex really did feel real.’
The demon watches you glide your feet back and forth as you swing your legs on the elegant window seat that overlooks one of the volcanoes that America controlled. The scarlet, violet, navy, and dusky sky blended together to make up the sky of the Solar deadzone. The smog that consumed the sky that night and your mind wouldn’t be going away. It would linger in the corner of your mind like an impervious tar.
Alfred walks over to you and hoists you up into his strong arms. It was the first time that you actually got to look at his face. Black hair hung low in his eyes that were now a dark cobalt hue and it had a heavy contrast with his pale skin. He had an ever present from on his face that showed off his K9’s. So of your own blood still on the surface of his pearly whites.
He stepped into the 4 feet deep bathtub that looked like a chasm with a few lights that shined through the darkened water and bubbles that overflowed at the surface. You couldn’t help but be dazzled by the monochrome orbs of soap that distracted you from your grim fate you’d been assigned to.
You descended into the heated water that instantly calmed your overstressed muscles.
A sigh leaves you and a smile spreads on Alfred's face as he allows his long thin tail to wrap around your thighs he grabs a loofah and begins to scrub off the dry blood on your back.
Silence and the sloshing of water continued for the rest of the night in dim candlelight. Once done some servants brought libations and snacks for the King and Queen of the Solar Dead Zone. This is the first full night of Queen (Y/N).
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Heyy, how about an platonic germany and prussia with a younger sibling? Like a micronation or a country!
Thanks for taking your time. we love your content, dont forget to rest!! 🌷🌷
Aw thank you so much for the lovely kind words :’) lifts my spirits up fr - I believe this concept has been done already, but nonetheless I will try and keep this rather short and simple. 🌻
Warnings: yandere themes, toxic relationships and the like.
Guidance
Perhaps you are a small protectorate state situated between Switzerland and Germany or between Austria and Germany. The region you represent is nestled amidst the aftermath of a war-ravaged battlefield, a testament to the turmoil that has unfolded. It is within this backdrop that Gilbert and Ludwig, two German brothers, stumble upon you, a young child in need of protection.
Recognizing the fragility of your situation, both Gilbert and Ludwig take it upon themselves to safeguard you. Gilbert, with a sense of duty and compassion, becomes your primary caretaker, ensuring your well-being and providing the nurturing support that you require. His presence brings a sense of warmth and stability, assuring you that you are not alone in this world.
Ludwig, on the other hand, takes a more reserved approach initially, keeping a watchful eye from the sidelines. His role extends beyond your immediate care, as he assumes the responsibility of handling any diplomatic tensions that may arise due to your presence. Aware of the delicate nature of political relationships in the region, Ludwig acts as a mediator, striving to maintain a delicate balance and protect the interests of your small state.
Both brothers understand the importance of their roles and the need to balance each other out. Gilbert's nurturing nature and hands-on approach provide you with a sense of security and guidance, while Ludwig's diplomatic prowess and watchful eye ensure the stability and political viability of your protectorate.
As time passes, Gilbert and Ludwig grow more attuned to the challenges and responsibilities that come with protecting you. They strive to provide you with the best possible future amidst the backdrop of the war-torn region.
Gilbert takes on the role of a tough mentor, providing discipline and rigorous tutoring. He has an obnoxious side to him, but he believes in pushing you to reach your full potential. He sets high standards and expects you to meet them, sometimes pushing you outside of your comfort zone. While his methods might be strict, they are aimed at helping you grow and succeed.
On the other hand, Ludwig, despite also being strict, has a gentler approach compared to his elder brother. He recognizes the importance of balance and ensures that you have time to relax and unwind. Ludwig understands the need for affection and emotional support, even if he finds it awkward to express it himself. He creates a safe space for you, where you can find solace and feel cared for.
As you grow older, Gilbert begins to loosen up his strict demeanor. He sees your progress and development, and he becomes more supportive and encouraging. He realizes that while discipline is important, it's equally important to have an environment that allows you to thrive and feel supported.
Both Gilbert and Ludwig work together to shield you from the feeling of isolation. They go above and beyond to ensure that you never truly feel alone. They create a sense of belonging and make you feel part of a loving and nurturing family, despite the challenges and isolation that may surround your small territory.
While you may not fully grasp the extent of your isolation, it is because Gilbert and Ludwig actively work to shield you from it. They make sure that you have a support system and a sense of belonging, so that you can grow and flourish in your unique circumstances. Their combined efforts create an environment where you can thrive, even in the face of isolation.
Gilbert also takes on the role of keeping you occupied with various activities, often in a random and chaotic manner. He teaches you different things and shares altered visions of what he considers necessary for you to know.
Ludwig, on the other hand, assumes the responsibility of handling more manipulative tasks. He deals with any external threats or individuals who might be prying too much into your affairs. Ludwig ensures that the surveillance technology in place is functioning properly, protecting your privacy and security.
Gilbert's focus is primarily on your education and keeping you engaged. He creates an environment of constant stimulation and learning, even if it may seem chaotic at times. Meanwhile, Ludwig works behind the scenes, safeguarding your interests and ensuring that your privacy is protected.
While their approaches may differ, Gilbert and Ludwig collaborate to provide a balance of education and protection. Gilbert's random and chaotic activities keep you on your toes, fostering a sense of curiosity and adaptability. Ludwig's surveillance and protective measures ensure that you are shielded from external threats and unwanted intrusions.
Gilbert and Ludwig provide you with a unique upbringing, where you are constantly learning, protected, and shielded from excessive interference. Their combined efforts create an environment where you can grow and develop, while also maintaining control.
Ludwig makes sure to keep reminding you of your young age, often making you feel anxious and worried about potential dangers in the world. He subtly plays with your mind, gently coaxing you to think negatively and suspiciously about your surroundings, it also brings about unease within you.
Despite this, Ludwig also provides you with an outlet for conversation, allowing you to discuss any topic you desire. Similar to Gilbert, he possesses a wealth of knowledge and diverse interests, which proves beneficial when you express your own interests. Ludwig's vast knowledge allows for engaging discussions and opportunities for you.
Ludwig's approach is tinged with a level of mental manipulation, the constant reminder of your vulnerability and the negative perspective he encourages fills you anxiety and a sense of distrust.
Both Gilbert and Ludwig still play significant roles in your upbringing. Gilbert keeps you occupied with various activities and teaches you, while Ludwig's conversations and knowledge expand your horizons.
Both of them provide you with access to various forms of entertainment and resources, such as books, movies, PlayStation, and games. They ensure that you have a means to satisfy your wants and desires within reasonable limits. While you won't be completely cut off from the outside world, they encourage a level of dependence on them for your wants and needs.
By carefully managing your access to resources and creating an environment where they fulfill most, if not all, of your wants and needs, Gilbert and Ludwig foster a sense of reliance on them. They want you to view them as the primary providers and caretakers, ensuring that you turn to them for support and assistance.
All of you will have a house in the countryside, providing a sense of isolation from the outside world. They allocate a significant portion of the house to you, allowing you the freedom to shape it according to your preferences. They encourage you to make the space your own, to design and decorate it to your liking.
Within the boundaries that they establish for your safety and well-being, Gilbert and Ludwig happily support your decisions and desires for the house. Whether it's choosing the colors, arranging the furniture, or adding personal touches, they want you to feel a sense of ownership and comfort in your living space.
Since this scenario is set in modern times, it is likely that the relationship between you, Gilbert, and Ludwig would indeed have a lighthearted tone due to your young age, given your upbringing and the support provided by Gilbert and Ludwig.
Gilbert, as the caring and affectionate figure, would likely engage in various activities with you, such as games, adventures, or creative projects. He would create a cheerful and nurturing environment, where adventures are common occurrences. His goal would be to ensure that you have an enjoyable experience.
Ludwig, while potentially more reserved, would still find ways to interact with you in a lighthearted manner. He might encourage intellectual pursuits, engage in stimulating conversations, or introduce you to new experiences. Despite his serious nature, he would recognize the importance of fostering easement within you.
Though as you grow older, you might begin to question certain aspects of your upbringing and notice differences between your life and that of others. You may wonder why some of your friends are suddenly missing and why you don't attend school with other kids. You might also notice that you don't have the same possessions or experiences as your peers, leading to feelings of curiosity, confusion, frustration or a sense of missing out.
Your dear brothers are fully aware of the confusion you are experiencing and have already prepared to have a conversation with you when you turn to them crying about it. Always running to them for support and affection.
You truly were so naive, just as they preferred you to be.
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Yandere! Vietnam with Avoidant! Reader Headcanons
Warnings: Yandere character, yandere behavior.
Anonymous Request: Hey, Could I get headcanons of Yandere Vietnam with an obsession that really doesn't like her back and tries to avoid her?
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Vietnam is a stoic, quiet person. Ideally, she wouldn’t have made her attention known, but now that you know… Won’t you return her feelings? Oh… Why are you walking away from her? Did you forget something? You’ll come back, right? Right?
Vietnam will never admit this and only a few of her close friends will ever know this, but she’s utterly heartbroken when she realizes that you don’t want anything to do with her. This Southeastern Asian Nation was content in watching you from afar, but because of unfortunate circumstances, wouldn’t it be better to talk things out? She would make you so happy! She’ll become more emotionally available for you. She’ll learn how to smile those cute smiles that always get adoring compliments from others. Just don’t turn your back on her.
When Vietnam notices that not only will you not linger after meetings, but also never make eye contact with her or attend the same venues where Vietnam publicly announced that she would be there, she will be hurt. It’s a hurt that stings and slowly festers the more she thinks about it. How come any other Nation would be able to find themselves loved ones who could reciprocate? How come she could see you hanging around other Nations, even the rest of the ASEAN? Vietnam had been nothing but respectful of your boundaries up until this point, so why did you reject her so much? Didn’t she deserve happiness? Didn’t she deserve you?
At first, Vietnam will give you the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps Vietnam needed to state her intentions directly. Maybe it wasn’t enough to merely know that Vietnam harbored feelings for you. What she needed to do was make sure that you knew Vietnam wanted to court you, to hold you in her arms, and to give and receive affection freely.
It’s only because Vietnam’s face is naturally stoic and refined that you don’t realize that you broke her heart. She’ll try to brush off your rejection and leave you alone, but her resolution to do so doesn’t last long. In fact, it’s scarcely two weeks later that Vietnam can’t take it anymore. She wants you. She can have only you.
The more you run away from her, the more she wants to pursue. So, that’s what she’ll do.
When she sees you leave in the middle of a meeting so you can visit the restroom, Vietnam is practically nipping at your heels. It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t belong in your designated restroom, she will be there and she will corner you at the sink. She’ll once again reveal her feelings and intentions. If you reject her again, the hard part happens. Instead of letting you go, Vietnam will grab you by the arms and look at you with a perfectly blank expression on her face.
“If that’s how you feel at this moment, then I have no choice but to change your mind.”
She’ll let you go, but her plans have already formed. First, she’ll progress with gifts and letters of how much she adores you. It doesn’t matter if you reply or not, Vietnam has made sure to keep an eye on you when you receive them. Looking disgusted or frightened won’t deter her either. That just means that you feel something towards her and that’s what she wants. In a perfect world, you would look at her in happiness, but she’ll have to deal with your disgust for now.
Later, she’ll send you messages to your personal number. This was a number that not many of your colleagues knew, so how did she…? You can try and block her number or get a new one, she will find you. She will continue to message you. She’ll greet you in the morning, text you the details of her day, and then wish you goodnight. The messages themselves are quiet and tame, but then—
Then you receive a text that tells you to get ready.
You don’t know what that means, but that entire day, you’re on edge. You keep glancing behind your shoulder, always asking one of your friends to accompany you while you’re going to a restroom or back to your hotel room. Eventually, your fear starts to wane when you convince yourself that Vietnam isn’t going to try anything. After all, this is a national summit and contraband, weapons, etc. weren’t allowed. Everyone was screened for a reason so you should be fine.
Right?
Unfortunately, the second you step into your hotel room, alone, you realize that it is too late.
Vietnam is seated in a chair and this is the first time that you see genuine emotion in her deep brown eyes. Sadness, but with a touch of regret in them.
“Why can’t you return my feelings? All I have ever done was love you!”
Before you can even try to offer a rebuttal, Vietnam is already lunging from the chair and towards you, a white handkerchief in hand that swiftly finds its way into your mouth.
You accidentally breathe in and all goes dark.
You can avoid her all you want, but in the end, you should have taken more precautionary measures.
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DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.
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I love your Yandere America headcanons. How would Yandere America use his powers to woo the reader over?
Thank you!!
America tries too use his money too woo his darling
❤️ - So, as we all know, America as a country is immensely powerful and has a lot of money. So essentially this can go two ways.
❤️ - Number 1, his darling thinks fuck it, having a lot of money would make my life a hell of a lot easier, so lets him woo them easily! Now their days are full of glitz and glam and they’re pampered by the most eccentric man they have ever met.
❤️ - Or number 2, his darling is not swayed by money at all and now he has to pull out the big guns.
❤️ - And by big guns, I mean using his natural charisma and ‘charm’ to woo his darling instead.
❤️ - We all know America is loud, obnoxious and kind of full of himself? But he’ll make a subtle change in this in front of his darling. He’ll start doing nice things for them, asking how their day was and keeping track of their health etc.
❤️ - Bare in mind though, this will all be asked at about 100 mph while he’s shoving a bouquet of flowers in your face because this is America we’re talking about, not a normal human being.
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Can you do yandere canada and russia after they stop their darling from escape with a bit of violence like broken bone? Like how they treat y/n after that
Yandere Canada and Russia after breaking his darling's leg. (to stop them escaping)
would it be bad to say im excited to write this? idk. i got to thinking and decided i'll go with a broken leg if ya don't mind, sorry. also, sorry again for taking so long. and also like, sorry if this sucks ass??.. i didnt pass writing class if you can tell. but uhh.. ya, this is probably really bad so im sorry. :( another note: I JUST FUCKING REALIZED THAT THIS WAS PROBABLY A REQUEST FOR AFTERWARDS OH MY GOD IM STUPID I WAS GONNA WRITE THE WHOLE PROCESS AND SHIT😭 I NEVER READ SHIT ALL THE WAY ISTG
tw: violence, broken bones, abuse, force feeding, similar stuff
!! yandere content. if you can't handle any behavior possibly seen in a yandere please don't read this. !! (example; obsessive, stalkery, possessive, violent, or generally horrid behaviour.)
Canada
Canada honestly hated having to do this, but he really felt like he had to. That and he was just really pissed. Like a lot. Like screaming, hitting, and punching type pissed. But, again, doesn't like seeing you hurt.
After he absolutely destroyed your lower calf and beat you for a while he spent a minute staring at you, a bit in a daze, until eventually suddenly snapping out it and quickly bringing you home to properly care for the damage he has afflicted upon you.
He was way gentle afterwards, bandaging and disinfecting the wounds with much care and as thuroughly as possible. Though, it was clear he wasn't just going to let this off the hook with the way he decided to directly tie you to a hook on the wall, with very little wiggle room and no way to move more than maybe a foot.
Your progress in all the freedom you acquired was not only reset, but even worse than where you first got here. It's uncomfortable, even with the pilow he provided you. You're no longer allowed to have your hands free in general, and he has to feed you instead of letting you do it yourself. When you need to use the restroom you have two minutes in there until he starts asking what you're doing in there.
It wasn't really all that painful though outside of the ache of the previous abuse he made you endure. That and the occasional ache from the limitted positions you have at your disposal, don't worry though. Every three days he'll switch your spot so you'll at the very least have a different view to look at. In general, he isn't the worst to have, but definitely not the quickest to forget. You'll be stuck doing this for another month or two before he even considers giving you the slightest of freedoms.
Russia
Ivan is not nearly as lenient as Canada. Hell, after he beats the life out of you, probably breaking more than just your leg, he decides to lock you up in the basement—the cold, empty basement. He drags you to the stairs, shoves you down, and locks the door before ditching you for the next day or so.
Eventually, though, he returns, purely to ensure you don't die. You've been bad, but he'd never want you dead. It would be a lonely world without you by his side. His hands roughly push you around as he wraps you up in bandages and drenches your wounds, rubbing the stuff off with a washcloth afterward. He forces you to be tied up in a position where the majority of your bones will heal correctly, besides the leg. If the leg is messed up, that'll make any future attempts all the harder for you, which is what he wants.
Once he's done with that, it'll be another two days. No food, no water, no warmth, no him. Just sitting in the basement without pain medicine, starving, perhaps freezing, as he does nothing to help you with frostbite or hypothermia. Though, as expected, he returns yet again, and this time with food. The force-feeding will be rough, and you'll likely choke a couple of times, but honestly, it's better than you having been starving earlier.
This will be your life for two or so weeks, rotting in the basement, with your only human interaction being when you need to eat or maybe even for the restroom. The good news, though, is that Russia isn't a very patient man. Even if he's frustrated, he misses you a lot. So you'll be freed rather quickly compared to Canada, funny enough. Or at least, freed from the basement, that is.
Don't take this as him forgetting, though. Oh no, he remembers. You're only this lucky because he loves you, okay? You'll never know any of the freedoms you might've had in the past, and you're pretty much stuck with being tied or trapped for the rest of your miserable life. The only thing that'll really change is just the quality of how he'll treat you, the comfort in which you'll be provided, and your setting. So have fun, dear reader, and good luck. You'll need it.
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