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yandere-daze · 11 months

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Thank you everyone for the big support on the RE2 Leon post! I was honestly blown away by all the nice comments I got 🥺💕

And now I'm back for more ^^

Hope you enjoy!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, over-protectiveness, possessiveness, heavily implied murder, implied stalking, kidnapping, jealousy

General Yandere! RE4 Leon headcanons

Above all else, Yandere! RE4 Leon is very protective of you, the dearest person in his life. To a very unhealthy degree.

He has always been protective but a lot has changed since his first day as a rookie. Leon has seen a lot, he knows how truly horrifying and cruel the world can be. He knows what dangers lurk in the shadows, just waiting for an opportunity to strike and snatch away his beloved.

He doesn't want you to go through what he has. He wants you to be safe at all costs. He simply can't risk losing you, you're everything to him. You're what keeps him grounded, the one beacon of light in the darkness that threatens to consume him every day.

His many missions have broken him, Leon is not the same person he used to be and that too reflects in subtle changes in his yandere behaviour.

He remains very protective, insanely so, but it´s not quite in the same way as RE2 Leon was. He has become pretty jaded and that also translates to him being more merciless when it comes to shooting down anyone that could be perceived as a threat.

There´s no more slight hesitation before going through with killing someone and pulling the trigger, no deliberation, he won´t leave even a sliver of a chance of something hurting you and that extends to zombies, cultists, or rude strangers alike.

He still likes showing off in front of you, proving to you how capable and reliable he is, but he would rather avoid having you witness him getting rid of the latter ones.

He´s sure you won´t object to him getting rid of horrifying eldritch horrors but he fears your naivete won´t allow you to see the other dangers lurking right around the corner. People everywhere that are secretly out to hurt you. People that have bad intentions. People that try to get between the two of you.

He certainly won´t forgive that friend of yours that told you how "scary" Leon´s glare was whenever he looked at someone that wasn´t you. And isn´t it weird that he´s somehow always there whenever you´re in trouble? And they could have sworn they saw him standing outside your window back when you had your sleepover at your house...

Of course Leon couldn´t let this continue any longer. What if you started listening to them and tried to keep your distance? Leon couldn´t bear that. How is he supposed to make sure you´re safe if you won´t let him?

He knows he needs to do something about this so-called friend of yours. Maybe at first he will start "small" and simply start incriminating them for crimes they didn´t commit. It´s truly scary how little you know about your friends, right? Who would have thought that they would turn out to be a criminal?

Leon hopes that will be enough to make them stay away but if they´re particularly persistent... Well, he knows just how to deal with obstacles that are in his way. His position as a special agent gives him plenty of opportunities to make that person simply disappear from all records after mysteriously vanishing.

But don´t worry, Leon will be right by your side, holding you tight and mourning the loss of your friend right with you. It´s really so terrible what happened to them but at least you have him! And he won´t ever leave you.

Now of course, if you yourself were acting difficult, continuously getting yourself into danger, ignoring all of his advice ( don´t leave your house without him. always keep him updated on what you´re currently doing. never go on a date with a stranger..) or avoiding him in any way, Leon would feel forced to take some drastic measures to ensure that you´ll always remain safe and his alone.

While RE2 Leon would not have gone so far as to kidnap you, RE4 Leon absolutely would. It would not be his first choice but in this case, he feels like there is no other way. He would rather keep you locked up for the rest of your life than lose you. He just cannot bear ever having to live without you, now that he has found you.

You´re the only good thing in his life and he´ll be damned if he´ll let anything happen to you.

Of course he understands why you´re mad at him afterwards and it breaks his heart to see you upset with him, but he´ll suffer through it all in the hopes that you´ll one day understand why he had to do what he did.

He´s sure you will come around to him one day and then you´ll finally live the happy life he you both always wanted. In the meantime, he´ll treat you with gentle care ( well, as gentle as Leon can be. His displays of affection are still pretty awkward and stilted even though he tries very hard) and makes sure all your needs are met.

He´ll also let you get away with many things like screaming at him, ignoring him or backing away from his touch, as long as you don´t try to escape him. You may hate him at the moment, but at least nothing can get in here and hurt you while he´s constantly monitoring you.

Leon hopes that one day you´ll be able to move on from this and become a normal couple, but he doesn´t really mind having you all to himself with no prying eyes right now. He´s very possessive too and he´d just hate having to get rid of another stranger that looked at you a second too long for his tastes.

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indulgentdaydream · 2 months

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Hello luv, first of all... I LOVE NURSE!READER!!! OH god the last lines were soooooo heartwarming for my social worker heart!! LOVE LOVE IT 🩷🩷

So, may I request a Jason x reader again but with a little something... Jealous Jason because reader and Roy know each other longer than Jay and reader and then he gets all jelly and and—! Oh god I love a jealous petty man.

Missy when she fucks up the queue and queues this post for NEXT YEAR by accident 🫣🙃 NEXT YEAR?? LIKE THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED LAST FRIDAY AND I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THAT IT DIDN'T GO UP

anyways AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH your words are already heartwarming ♥️

I loveeee jealous jason imma cook this up so quick just you wait and see (i wrote this when i first made the draft and i found it funny to leave it. It’s literally been a month I’m so sorry)

I also made this into headcanons because I had a VISION and did not think to give it any justice. (koi youre seriously my number 1 supporter i hope you enjoy this garbage I just threw up, really)

Pining!Jealous!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: slight jealousy (not too overly consuming), alcohol consumption

Roy had invited Jason to hang out at the bar

Bros being bros

except...

Roy brought you along (because he KNOWS Jason has got a fat crush on you whether or not he’s told him)

(He tried to convince roy it’s not a crush, but always fails because his whole demeanour changes when you walk in the room)

examples:

he's always going to be standing beside you, consciously or not

jason isn't always a tense guy. But he for sure isn't as long as you're talking to him/looking at him/etc. (but if you put your hand on his arm/touch him in any way, it's game over)

your name is brought up, he's listening SO INTENTLY

like a dog when it hears its favourite word

Anyways

The three of you are sitting in a booth

It was originally you and roy before jason showed up, the two of you on either side

Jason shows up and just sits right next to you. No hesitation.

You and roy are laughing away, recounting stories and telling jokes.

Jason is just... really quiet

unusually quiet

He doesn’t look at you guys, rather looking out across the bar, trying to hide the fact he’s feeling this way

That he's feeling unreasonably jealous of his best friend

who literally brought you FOR JASON

He knows it’s stupid. He trusts both of you. You two are the two people he trusts the MOST

He hates that he’s like this, but he can't help it

Roy's better than him. You've known him for longer. He's making you laugh harder than Jason ever has. He's better looking, too. Older. More experienced.

His thoughts are clogging up his head. He's really not listening anymore, just holding his beer, eyes scanning the bar floor, watching the other patrons.

Then Roy is standing in front of him, saying something about using the bathroom.

He is giving a VERY pointed look at Jason.

a "make conversation with your crush or I'm shoving an arrow down your throat" kind of look

Jason felt a little stab of genuine anxiety shoot through him.

He's talked to you alone before. Many times. You two were friends, of course. He doesn't know why this is how he's feeling right now.

Then your hand is resting on his forearm.

Poor boy is still so caught up in his head he just looks down at your hand for definitely a second too long before finally meeting your gaze

Your gaze with those stupidly pretty eyes.

Then comes that horrendously pretty voice, "You alright?"

He nods. Shrugs. Like a stupid teenager who doesn't know how to handle his emotions.

He has to admit he's still a little tense about your attention being focused more on Roy. But not to you. He'd never admit it to you. You'd probably find it unattractive and then he'd really never have a chance.

“Yeah, no, im enjoying the talking. Always forget how well you and roy know each other”

“Oh yeah he just knows how to get me going. You know how he is”

Jason doesn’t know how he does it.

Like some leap of faith.

Some, jealousy super-powered leap.

He tries to be non-chalant about it.

“It’d be nice to do this again sometime. Maybe without Roy around.”

BOY'S HEART IS POUNDING

Sipping on his beer, looking down at it instead to avoid eye contact with you so he doesn't lose his cool.

Or someone show on his face that he is actually shitting bricks

You don't respond for a second and the alarm bells start going off in his head

WHY DID I SAY THAT WHY DID I SAY THAT WHY DID I SAY-

"It would be nice," you say, "Could we make it a date instead?"

He's smiling, turning to nod at you, "Course we can."

But his internal dialogue is just straight screaming at himself

"IDIOT YOU SHOULD'VE MADE IT OBVIOUS YOU WANTED IT TO BE A DATE IN THE FIRST PLACE"

The things jealousy will make you do

Roy comes back and sits down

Jason's into the conversation now

It doesn't really matter that Roy is still making you laugh

because he's not the one holding your hand under the table

AH I HOPE YOU LIKE -missy

I also love a jealous petty man (as long as it doesn't become toxic and he doesn't use it as an excuse to be an asshole)

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd x gn!reader #red hood #dc #dc x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #red hood x you #dc x you #dc x y/n #jason todd x y/n #jealous!jason todd x reader #jealous!jason todd #cw jealousy #cw alcohol consumption

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soundlessroom · 3 months

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Your honor, I love them. And I totally do not draw a lengthy comic on my pat on them.

Black Ties and White Lies

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x durge #durge x astarion #cw jealousy #astarions red flag makes me to a communist #bg3 #fanart #my art

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wishluc · 1 year

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yandere satan obey me? what sets him off?

✧ CW: yandere character, jealousy

✧ PAIRING: Satan x GN! reader

Satan doesn't want you to catch on to his feelings, especially since he knows you'll be terrified—and he'd rather die than see your face fill with disgust or fear at the sight of him. He's pretty good at being subtle about it, preferring to get closer to you by being a friend, or at least, one of your better dorm mates. He'll win you over because he doesn't believe you can be forced to love him, even if his patience is tested multiple times while doing so.

There are cracks in his facade, though, at times when you may be able to tell he likes you more than he lets on. For instance, when he coincidentally happens to have all your favorite books in his collection, even making sure to get the specific edition you have, with the same cover. If you ever have an opportunity to search his room, you might even find a list of curses and potions he'd like to use on you (featuring some familiar ones; the curse that overwhelms the target with desire, and the potion that turns the target into a cat). But that's only if Satan lets his guard down first, and you can ensure that by smothering him with affection (guaranteed to have him in a daze; the perfect opportunity to do some snooping).

He can be easy to please, though. With some genuine compliments and attention, Satan's over the moon. Satan dislikes when your attention is on anyone else; especially when it's on Mammon. You've always treated Mammon a little better than everyone else, maybe because he was your first pact, but it leaves a sour taste in Satan's mouth. How can he consider himself solid competition when he wasn't even close to being first? He's a little bitter when he sees anyone else initiating the shameless skinship he wishes he can do with you; when Asmo offers to hold you in the cold, when Belphie cuddles you close—but all Satan can do is offer you his coat and a pillow.

He tells himself that someday, he'll earn the casual comfort of holding you, and he'll deserve to hear the mesmerizing way you call his name more often. Until then, he'll do whatever it takes to get to that point.

all works © wishluc. do not copy, steal or repost my works on other platforms. (including translations)

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frenchfrywrites · 1 year

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His Treasure

MINORS DNI

Warnings: Service/sub top male reader, power/dom bottom yandere Rook Hunt, reader has an oral fixation, possessiveness, jealousy, obsessiveness, praise, lil dumbification, mommy kink, feminization, blowjob, ruined orgasm, sub space, google translate french

A weight on your lap wakes you up in the middle of the night. You blink away the sleep from your eyes, groaning softly as you adjust from being ripped from your peaceful slumber.

“Rook?” you mumble, faintly making out his face from the moonlight seeping in from your open window.

“Bonne soirée, mon amour,” he greets you softly, cupping your face with a gloved hand. Knowing it’s him atop of you, you bring your hands to his thighs, which are stationed at either side of your hips, squeezing the muscled flesh there affectionately. You’re delighted by his presence, despite not knowing why he’s in your room, or how he got here for that matter.

“What are you doing here?” you ask sleepily, leaning into his touch. He hums softly, his sharp green eyes practically glowing in the moonlight. His hand goes from your face to your neck, finding your pulse and pressing there gently. Your breath hitches, and any exhaustion from being awoken leaves your body as goosebumps bloom across your skin.

“I saw you with Cater this afternoon,” Rook muses. You nod, remembering the moment in question, but you don’t remember Rook being around when it happened. “Whatever could Monsieur Magicam want from you?” you audibly swallow at his question,

“Um he just wanted to see my notes for Trein’s class, and then he wanted to take a picture together,” you explain, feeling nervous, even though you know you don’t have any reason to be. Rook hums again, smiling, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I see,” he sighs, “I understand his desire to photograph you, mon beau, however…” his gaze finally shifts away from you. The pause he takes is light, but you feel uneased by it all the same. “I hope he does not post it,” Rook finally continues, “I would be very displeased if others could so easily acquire access to your beauty. You are a rare jewel, a treasure, and you should not be exploited,” he rambles, returning his attention to you. You smile, for even though it’s excessive, any praise from Rook makes your heart flutter.

Rook returns your smile lovingly, letting out a pleased sigh as he looks down at you.

“Ah, mon amour, je suis désolé, I just can’t help myself when it comes to you,” he leans down to kiss your cheek, “forgive me, it’s selfish, but mommy wants to keep you all to himself,” he whispers in your ear. An excited shiver runs down your spine, and you can already feel the beginnings of arousal setting in.

“I’ll ask Cater not to post the picture,” you tell him, wanting nothing more but for your lover to be pleased with you. Rook kisses your cheek again before pulling away a bit,

“Tell him to delete it,” he all but orders. You nod, and Rook smiles happily. “Good boy,” he hums as he begins pulling off his gloves.

Slowly, painfully so, he brushes his now bare fingers against your lips, before leaning down to kiss you properly. You accept the kiss eagerly, opening your mouth when his tongue licks against your lips. Rook’s hands find their way to your chest, and he presses his thumbs against your nipples. You can feel him smile into the kiss when you moan from his light touches.

When he pulls away, he leaves you breathless and aching for more. “I want you inside me,” he hums, grinding back against your half hard cock.

“Yeah,” you practically whine, bucking your hips up, chasing the pleasure. Rook makes a noise that’s halfway between a moan and a laugh at your reaction.

“So impatient,” he chastises, his hands moving downwards so he can help you pull off your sleep shirt. You flush as Rook stares you down. It’s moments like this that remind you of your lover's fascination with hunting. There’s no better way to put it, but he makes you feel like caught prey at times.

“So impatient, but alas, I can’t deny you,” he laughs, pulling his own shirt off. Now it’s your turn to admire him. Uncontrollably, you salivate looking at his chest. Your arousal grows as you remember how many times you’ve sucked and played with his nipples as he’s cradled your head and waxed poetic about you.

“Ah,” he runs his own hands over his chest, instantly taking notice of where you’re focused on, “does my baby boy want to suck on mommy’s breasts?” he asks, amusement clear in his voice.

“Yeah,” you moan again, leaning up so you can do so. Rook stops you by pushing your chest back onto the bed. He tuts,

“I know you have better manners than that, mon amour,” you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Sorry, please, can I, mommy?” Rook smiles at your correction.

“You may,” he permits, and you can’t get your mouth on him fast enough. Rook laughs at your zeal, but is cut off when you take one of his nipples into your mouth and suck. He moans softly, holding your head gently. “There we go, good boy,” you moan at his praise, looking up to see his pleasured expression.

“Hm if only mommy had milk for you,” he says dejectedly, and your cock throbs at the thought. You whimper, sucking more fervently, like any second now your wish will be granted. Rook arches his back, pressing your face more against his chest.

“You make me feel so-oh good,” he coos, moving your face from one nipple to the other. You give the other side the same attention, sucking and licking at his skin. There have been times when you’ve mouthed at his skin for hours, but tonight you’re wound up and itching to be inside him.

“Please,” you groan, pulling away from his chest, “please can I fuck you mommy?” you ask, oh so politely.

“Asking me so nicely,” he grins down at you, “how could I possibly say no?” leaning down, he kisses you lovingly. Your hands wander for the first time tonight, tugging on the waistband of his pants. Rook assists you, and sooner than later you’re both naked, your clothes in a heap on the floor.

You’re more than happy to be fully undressed, because it was starting to get uncomfortable having your dick strain against your sleep pants. Plus, now you can see Rook’s pretty cock, and how hard he is. You find yourself salivating once again as you stare at him unabashedly. Rook lets out a breathy giggle, jerking his hips up so his dick bobs against his stomach.

“You want mommy in your mouth, non?” you whine at being called out. He hums, “I think you might have an oral fixation, mon cher,” he jokes lightly. You don’t respond, and your silence is as good of an answer as anything you could’ve said. He touches your lip again, “nevertheless, that will have to wait until later,” you nod, excited by the promise of a future blowjob, “right now you have to stretch me.” He pauses,

“Do you think you can do that? Or do you need mommy’s help?” he teases.

“I can do it, I just need-” you pause, looking around. Rook reaches behind you, under the pillow where you were soundly asleep not long ago. He presents you with a vial of lube you didn’t even know was there, and you’re far too consumed with lust to wonder how it got there. “Thank you mommy,” you mumble softly, lubing up your fingers as fast as possible.

“You’re welcome, baby,” he kisses your face, then leans forward, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, so you can reach around and finger him open.

As your fingers brush against his puffy hole, you busy your mouth by sucking a mark onto his neck. You can feel his pulse under your tongue, it quickens when you press one into him.

“Good boy,” he coos, pressing himself back against your hand. Spurred on by his praise, you ease another finger into him, spreading your fingers and working him open for you.

You have him gasping for breath and moaning in no time. Your cock is throbbing and aching with need as you fuck him with three fingers.

“Enough,” he says gently, after a moment, “fuck me,” you whimper at his command, giving a final kiss against his skin before pulling away.

Slowly, you ease your fingers out of him, and grab the lube again. You coat your cock with it, then look to Rook for permission. He smiles at you affectionately,

“So sweet,” he kisses you lips chastely, “you know how to beg, don’t you?”

“Please, mommy, please let me fuck you,” you whine, your hands squeezing the meat of his thighs so you can ground yourself. Rook lets out a pleased hum, and aligns himself with your dick. You watch as he lowers himself inch by inch until he’s fully seated on you.

“Mama,” you gasp, feeling overwhelmed beyond belief already. Rook doesn’t let you adjust to the feeling of his hot, wet, clenching hole, before he starts moving. “Mommy- Rook- wait-” he pauses, holding himself up with just your tip inside.

“Were you going to cum, mon trésor?” he asks breathlessly. You nod, and he moans, “that’s okay, that’s okay,” he reassures, kissing you lovingly, “tell me when you’re ready, my love.” A couple heavy, steadying breaths later you feel good enough to continue, and you tell him as much.

Once again Rook slides down your cock, and sets up a slow pace for you.

“It makes mommy very happy that- ah- I have this effect on you,” he confesses, gazing at you fiercely, the way he looks at you when you catch his eye across the packed halls and you already know he’s been looking at you the whole time. “Hah, my pussy feels so-oh good, non?” you groan and nod, your hips jerking up into him, he grins wildly, “you only want mommy, oui? Oh, you’d only fuck me? You’d only love me?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you babble, grasping weakly at his thighs, and letting him ride you into the bed.

“Say it,” he all but begs, picking up the pace.

“Nghh, I only wuh-want you mommy, and I oh-only wanna fuck you, ah-and I only love you,” you struggle through it, your brain muddled with lust, but that doesn’t seem to phase Rook. He bounces on your cock, moaning at your words, clenching tightly around you. And then, catching you entirely off guard, Rook cums.

His mouth drops open, letting out erratic breaths as he rides himself through his orgasm, his cum making a mess of your stomach and chest. Awestruck, you watch him, getting so close to your own climax, yet you’re unable to finish before he slows down and slumps against you.

“Mommy?” you can’t help but sound so small at this moment, so unsure of what’s going to happen next, all tense and stressed over not being able to cum. Rook runs a hand through his hair, then gives you a soft smile.

“I’m sorry baby,” he leans in to kiss you, “ah, that took me off guard as well,” he confesses. You whine as he begins to lift himself off your lap. Rook shushes you, “don’t fret, mommy is going to make you feel good,” he promises.

Rook lifts off your cock, then pushes you so you’re laying down fully. He collects his cum from where it splattered against your bodies, then lifts his hand to your mouth. You drop your jaw obediently, and clean up his fingers, moaning at the taste.

“Good boy, now,” he takes his fingers from your mouth, “I recall telling you that you could take me in your mouth earlier,” your eyes widen as you too remember his words. There’s a few seconds of readjusting, and then Rook has his thighs on either side of your face, his flaccid penis just inches away from your awaiting mouth.

Not wasting another moment, he eases his cock inside of your mouth, and you take all of him inside easily. It’s different from when you’ve sucked off his erect dick, that much is obvious. You simply hold him in your mouth, sucking and swallowing around him, cleaning his cock of any leftover cum. As you hold him in your mouth, the outside world disappears fully, and you sink into the happy, fuzzy feeling you only get with Rook.

“Ah, look at you,” Rook muses, tracing the features of your face lovingly, “my sweet boy, taking me so well, making me feel so good.” You feel him twitch in your mouth, and pre leaks from your neglected dick. “Submissive, pacified, and impeccable,” you moan around him, and his dick begins to swell in your mouth. “All mine, making me feel good, only me,” he rambles, and you know from the wild look on his face that warning bells should be ringing, but currently all you can feel is euphoria.

Your eyes fluttered shut at some point, as your mouth fills with his hardening dick. You have to stop yourself from choking as it presses against your throat. If drool is seeping from your mouth from the intrusion, you’re too far gone to realize it.

When you feel a hand circle around your dick, your eyes open up. Rook, arching his back and reaching behind himself to jerk you off, is the sight you’re met with. The lube still wet on your dick allows for him to stroke you smoothly. His thighs squeeze around your head as he stabilizes himself.

You moan around his length, jerking your hips into his touch. Rook smiles down at you, “are you close, mon amour?” he asks breathlessly, shallowly thrusting his now fully hard dick further down your throat.

You don’t answer- you can’t, of course- but the way your dick twitches and leaks pre is evidence enough. He quickens his pace then gives special attention to your tip; the fire in your loins grows, and you feel your cock twitch. He’s pulling off all the stops, and it’s having the desired effect on you. You grab his hips, squeezing the flesh there and pulling him closer, so his cock is as far down your throat as possible, and your nose is buried fully in his pubic hair.

“Ah-” Rook gasps, “go ahead baby, cum for mommy,” he murmurs, looking at you through his lashes. His permission topples you over the edge with a groan and a hip thrust. Your eyes glaze over, pleasure overcoming every ounce of your being.

Rook catches your cum in his hand, carefully working you off until you come down from your high. Nearly a second later, he cums for a second time, down your throat. You swallow it down, choking and gurgling around him as it shoots down your throat and into your stomach.

In a haze, you keep sucking and licking around his cock until he begins to lift his hips. “Come on, love,” he coaxes you to let him go. You lick your drool slicked lips once his cock leaves your mouth, a satisfied smile gracing your face. Rook mirrors your smile, flopping down next to you.

He wipes his cum covered hand on your bedding, then hauls you into his arms. You’re still in that fuzzy space where you aren’t fully there, but you know you like being held, so you press yourself as much as you can against him. This pleases Rook immensely.

“Bien précieux,” he says softly, “my darling treasure. I love you so much,” he looks expectantly down at you. Wanting nothing more than to please him, you reply with a hoarse,

“Love you too.” Rook hums,

“It’ll just be the two of us together forever, isn’t that right mon cher?” he asks, taking advantage of your sleepy, eager to please state. You nod, and Rook kisses you before you both succumb to your exhaustion.

You sleep soundly in his arms, unaware to the fact that you’d just sealed your fate with Rook.

#this fic is the equivalent of me going for a meditative retreat #cw yandere #cw mommy kink #cw possessiveness #cw jealousy #cw dumbification #cw feminization #spice #rook hunt x male reader

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eyzoa · 1 year

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↳. JEALOUS FRESH MOODBOARD || Underverse

#fresh sans #sans #fresh x reader #fresh sans x reader #sans x reader #moodboard #edit #selfship #undertale selfship #sans selfship #cw jealousy #cw yandere

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transkingcobra · 1 month

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Okay I got this idea while trying to sleep last night and then proceeded to write most of it until 3am instead of just noting it rip

Finished this scenario and I actually mostly like it for not having written in ages and I never feel like I capture others’ characters correctly

Halsin x m!named!Tav

(x2 but mainly focusing on one in this)

Diex finds himself jealous and then proceeds to panic about it. Halsin snaps him out of it and talks him through it.

Mainly angst I guess, ‘tis sfw, moment of jealousy not aimed at other current partner if that matters to anyone, anxiety/panic attack, going nonverbal for a bit, I think that is everything?

A little background/explanation before the lil fic because I know I’ve shared not a damn thing about these two but it should be completely skippable, just know that Diex is a changeling in his tiefling persona to start this. If you’re confused you can always go back to read it after and/or send asks, was trying to keep it short I’m already rambling

Background info:

First and foremost, Nix and Diex are changeling brothers who both fell for Halsin. I want to emphasize there is nothing between the brothers other than being brothers, no incest, they do not share Halsin in those moments.

Nix (ranger) is mute and solely communicates via signs or writing (I think I wrote it understandably but the quotes that are italicized are signed). Diex (druid) is with him 99% of the time so he’ll translate signing to spoken language for ease/speed of communication to others.

They’re technically not “Tavs” as in neither of them is the leader and they’re not worm-wielders, another bean is in the “Tav position” but I didn’t even mention him in this. They were hanging out to help out with the tieflings in the grove (as their tiefling personas) before joining the group.

Context for slight mention of their past, Diex was on the run for 10 years where both brothers were completely alone before finally finding each other again.

The brothers usually use their tiefling personas to travel with the group since that is the one the party knows and met them in, and drop it at camp since they prefer to just be themselves.

I think that is all but let me know if something feels missing?

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Today was a prep day, everybody gathering potions and ammunitions, sharpening weapons, preparing spells. Halsin and Diex wandered vendor stalls together in the city, looking for anything the others had need of. The two became lost in their own worlds and drifted a few stalls apart before the changeling started to notice a woman’s obnoxious flirting.

“I’ll bet those strong hands of yours can do far more than that.” The woman’s advances earned an amused hum from the man she had her sights on. Wait. Diex lifted his gaze and turned to where the voices had come from and, sure enough, there she was standing and staring at Halsin. He didn’t hear anything else that was said; his feet took him over to his bear immediately. Arms wrapped around Halsin’s waist, Diex flashed the woman a dirty look, made worse by his morphing face but angled so the much taller druid couldn’t see.

“Well, I should uh, be getting home!” The woman grew visibly uncomfortable at his show and left in a hurry. He didn’t move, just watched her leave as his tiefling tail swayed behind him.

“Diex?” Halsin’s voice is all it takes to snap the clingy changeling out of it. He’s suddenly out of his head and in the market again, clung to his large elf. Embarrassment and shame hit him like a tidal wave. Halsin isn’t only his.

His arms fell away from the other druid and he took a step back, not sure he wanted to look Halsin in the face.

“I- I am so sorry- …Halsin I-“

“Calm, my heart. I am not angry.” A gentle hand found Diex’s chin and lifted his gaze. Halsin’s face was that of gentle concern, not anger, although Diex wasn’t sure if that was better at the moment. “Are you alright?”

“I…” He couldn’t hold the eye contact anymore, couldn’t form words, and suddenly he realized his heart felt like it was ready to escape his chest. He wanted to run, but he knew he couldn’t. Or well, shouldn’t. Not this time. He wasn’t doing that again. Not again…

The caress on his chin left only to take his hand with a gentle squeeze.

“Let us go back to the tavern.”

Diex nodded silently in response, letting Halsin guide him through the city. His mind spun like a hurricane only to crash and fall completely blank, then spin again.

Halsin was being calm, gentle, concerned even. Yet, Diex had just gone against what he had agreed to, to let the bear roam. He acted a clingy, possessive teen to their first love. Well… Halsin was his first, but he’s no kid. He should’ve known better. Been better. Halsin didn’t deserve to deal with this. Diex should’ve just said no before. Let Nix lie with Halsin in camp alone. The quiet brother was more level-headed. Mature. He thought before he acted, didn’t make stupid mistakes. Some days Diex still wasn’t quite used to living around so many people, but Nix adapted well. He lived the way he hunted, patiently with no missteps. Yes, he should’ve just said no. The minor ache of losing a crush would’ve been far more manageable than what was going to happen when they made it back to the tavern.

The Elfsong… Diex’s stomach twisted as they entered the establishment. The noise of the tavern’s crowd barely felt like it reached his ears. The stairs felt like far too many to climb yet not nearly enough to keep him away from what was to come. The common area around the main fireplace and hallway felt like he had only taken two steps before they made it to the room Halsin was using. The one he usually shared with one or both of the changelings. Diex heard the door close and felt it in his heart. He dropped his tiefling persona and stood feeling bare in front of Halsin.

The room felt suffocating. The first moments felt like hours. Every fiber of his being wanted to run again. To leave the room, the tavern, the city, the people behind. Instead, two strong hands found his shoulders, gentle but steady, and a low voice brought him back to himself.

“My love, you’re shaking…”

Halsin was right; Diex had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn’t notice how unsteady he was. Did the others see? Was anybody even there as they passed the common area to get to the room? Was Nix there? Although the shaking wouldn’t have made a difference for Nix, the two knew each other far too well. The elder brother would have known something was wrong anyway.

Halsin gently sat them both down, holding Diex close but gently enough he could pull away easily. They had fought countless foes on this journey and had more than a few terrifying encounters. Diex had never flinched at those dangers yet here he was a near mess and panicked.

“My love, speak to me…” Hands left Diex as Halsin signed a broken “Please, what are you thinking?”

Bless Halsin, the man had taken up learning as many signs as he could during their travels and the brokenness pulled Diex a little more out of his own head.

“I’m stupid.” Diex couldn’t remember teaching that sign, Halsin is far too kind to need use of it, but maybe Nix did for whatever reason. The larger druid wiped a newly fallen tear from the changeling’s cheek before signing a request for Diex to spell the word he signed. “…stupid.” His voice cracked and was barely a whisper.

“I disagree.” A warm kiss graced the pale man’s head. “But you do have yourself worked up terribly, so when you are able I hope we can talk about where your mind is right now.”

By the gods, how can a man be so gentle? Diex leaned into Halsin’s chest, letting himself be held once more.

“I just… sorry I chased her off.” A low hum rumbled in Halsin’s chest.

“I am not angry, my heart. And I was not returning her advances.” A chuckle lightly shook them. “You and Nix keep me very occupied in that regard.” Diex couldn’t help the faintest hint of a smile start to form on his lips, but it quickly faded.

“…but if you did? Want to…return them? And I ruined it…” As much as he was certain it was over, Halsin felt safe. He curled himself into the bear, wrapping his arms around Halsin’s waist.

“I would still not be angry.” Halsin’s answer was soft, steady. Patient.

“But I-! We agreed that-“ Calloused fingertips hushed Diex’s onslaught of worry. He finally lifted his gaze to meet Halsin’s, those hazel eyes obviously choosing his next words.

“Nix told me I was his first in every way, and that I was more than likely yours as well. I do not expect either of you to know exactly how you are going to feel and react to a new lover. Nor do I expect you to hold yourself to that agreement should you discover it doesn’t work for you. But, I do, however, expect and ask you to be honest with yourself and with me.” Halsin’s hand lowered to caress the changeling’s cheek. “I do not wish to see you so worried. I would not want to lose you as a partner, but I would hate to see you go against your nature for me. If you ever find this does not work for you, please say so.”

“I…” For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Diex’s mind was calm. Halsin’s words comforted him but those eyes soothed his very soul. He was allowed the space to just be. Love and learn, wherever that took him. “Thank you.” He realized he’d honestly not put much thought into sharing Halsin beyond his brother, or even beyond the tadpole party just outside the door. Gods know they’d each bed him in the right situation. Though, now he’d really need to consider Halsin with a complete stranger, however odd a thought that felt to him at the moment. But he didn’t have to figure it all out immediately.

Diex stared into those gorgeous eyes a moment longer before pressing his lips to Halsin’s, soft and knowing, a promise he’d keep. Halsin gently rubbed a thumb over the pale cheek.

“Your eyes are beautiful.” Halsin spoke with a sense of gentle awe, and the comment caught Diex so off guard that he felt a blush rise to his cheeks. His eyes were beautiful? They were but a blank slate; Halsin’s eyes were beautiful. The way they glimmered as he chuckled only proved the point even more.

“What?” Diex huffed half a laugh, not seeing what his bear found funny now.

“Your eyes turned hazel. Mine, I presume?” Oh. Well, if he wasn’t visibly blushing before, his face was red now, quickly turning away and actively dismissing his unintended eye color.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” It’s been a long time since he’s morphed unintentionally, and never had he mimicked someone, even purposefully.

“You’ve nothing to apologize for, my heart.”

“Gods… that’s twice today I’ve felt like a child.”

“Perhaps I could read you a bedtime story and tuck you in tonight?” Halsin chuckled as he teased, although something in Diex said the bear would do so if he genuinely asked.

“No! If you must read someone to sleep with bedtime stories, I’ll sleep alone and let Nix have you to himself tonight.”

They laughed and held each other close. Halsin was content Diex had settled back into himself, reassured in his arms.

There was a knock at the door, a pattern familiar only to Diex. He returned it tapping on the wooden floor, loud enough for Nix to hear outside. The ranger walked in, closing the door behind him before sitting next to the druid pretzel.

“I didn’t interrupt, did I? Are you alright? The expressions the two of you had got Karlach pacing.” Ah, so they did see. Diex habitually released Halsin to sign his response.

“Yeah, I’m good now. Do I have to let Karlach squeeze me so she doesn’t burn down the Elfsong?” The younger changeling’s smile and soft chuckle at the thought seemed to relieve Nix of some concern.

“It wouldn’t hurt. Well, maybe a little for you. Maybe wildshape first.” The two druids laughed at Nix’s idea, who let out his own amused breath.

The three of them eventually joined the rest of the party for dinner. Karlach got her hug, of course, after much assurance that Diex was fine. Most of them were confused about what she was even concerned over, much to his relief. He knew Shadowheart and Astarion could be nosy, but even they let it drop when he said it was between him and Halsin. Although, Nix’s blank stare from behind his younger brother may have pushed them to stay quiet.

The three would talk more later, if not just the brothers. Nix might have advice for how he’s been navigating the relationship. Then again, he may not know what he’s doing either. But that was for later. Right now, he had good food to enjoy and even better company to enjoy it with.

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I hope Halsin felt like Halsin, I never feel like I write characters correctly anyway and trying to write about a relationship where one of them literally says that word is “unfamiliar to [his] lips” feels weird, but also a friendship is a relationship so 🤷‍♂️ and some shit just felt weird using any words, fanfic wiggle room I guess. Hope I did him justice in any case lol.

I do wanna write/draw more about these guys, funny enough I have more ideas about Nix with Halsin than Diex, but the writing demons possessed me for this specific idea last night lmao. Their dynamics are fun in my head plus the idea of exploring the brothers running into another changeling who is very not nice and everything they avoid being is something I wanna do as well cough even if orin has bs abilities for a changeling cough Nix was my first dnd character I made without help and a few years later played his brother, while now bringing them into bg3 has been living in my head rent free lol

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sbc-moved · 3 months

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I am sick again. This is really negative and super weird so feel free to not read ^_^ I’m going fucking bananas !!! If you see this post. No you fucking do not and I’m actually SO normal and there is nothing wrong with me.

I am not. À jealous person.

Okay actually I am lying I am the most jealous person you will probably ever meet. And it is so ugly btw.

I’m not sure if I even wanna post this because it feels awful to admit but like. Having a popular f/o can realllly suck. It can really suck so hard. Too many people like him and it’s driving me mad.

And this is about him btw. It’s always about him. It’s never not about him.

Like on one hand. I’m so glad that I can go anywhere and there’s a 90% chance I’ll see him at a store, merch is easy to find, he’s in so many games, he’s in movies and tv and videos and art. I see him everywhere. I take him everywhere I go. I’m so glad people are passionate about the same thing I’m passionate about.

But I also can’t stand it. Not at all. I’m so protective of my interests. He’s always been such an important part of my life, from when I was just some hopeless little girl he was all I had and he’s all I have now and he’s so important to me you can’t take him away from me. it feels like You are touching my stuff and you will NEVER understand him the way I do and I literally have no right to feel that way and I’m sorry. But he’s mine. He’s mine and I can’t help it.

I’ve just been feeling so awful recently and it’s like I can’t get away from these ugly feelings and I’m so sorry. But I’ve been so angry. I’m so angry at everyone who likes him and I can’t help it and I’m so sorry. I bite.

I do not expect anyone to get it. I’m not well I’m not healthy and there’s something wrong with me. Blame it on the misfortune of my birth (gundam quote because even when I’m depressed and losing my mind I have to be funny as fuck)

#like I have. psychological issues.#the things that happened to me when I was a kid have melded my brain in such a terrible way #*molded #maybe it’s just the autism idk #i think i might step away from tumblr for a minute. just because i genuinely feel like I’m losing it #I am declining at a frightening rate and I can’t stand seeing things I don’t want to #I just need a break. I need to take some time for myself to calm down and chill out #I’m so sorry to everyone #I’m sorry I can’t be normal. but I’m really trying.#Mario #⭐️🍄you’re my superstar #cw jealousy #?#cw vent #♡.bullet proof heart #♡.love letters

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pennycutenice · 7 months

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Whenever I see imagery of two girlfriends happily cuddling my brain goes in a blind rage of jealousy and I want to violently punch a wall until my entire hand is shattered because the pain in my arm will distract me from the way worse pain in my heart. :)

#cw self harm #cw self hate #cw jealousy #transgender #transgirl #queer #demigirl #transfem #lesbian #trans woman #queer community #autism #t4t yearning #sapphic #cw loneliness #personal vent

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selfshippingquotes · 2 years

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Platonic F/O: S/I…I see you’ve been spending a lot of time with Romantic F/O recently.

S/I: Platonic F/O, it's not what you think it is, I swear.

Platonic F/O: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous?

S/I: No, of course not!

Platonic F/O: Is that so?

S/I: I promise! Romantic F/O and I are just dating, okay? They’re my lover.

Platonic F/O: So there are no best-friends-feelings involved?

S/I: You're still my one and only best friend! They’re just the love of my life, nothing more!

Platonic F/O: But I’m still the platonic love of your life, right?

S/I: Of course, Platonic F/O!

Platonic F/O: S/I...

Romantic F/O, standing just a few feet away from them: What in the...

#f/o #self ship #selfship #selfshipping #f/o x s/i #selfship quotes #fictional other #romantic f/o #platonic f/o #tw jealousy #jealousy tw #cw jealousy #jealousy cw

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yandere-daze · 1 year

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I don´t know if there´s even an audience for this out there but yandere Alcryst has been on my mind for way too long and so I just had to write something for him. Hope you enjoy <3

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, possessiveness, self-deprecation, stalking, jealousy, heavily implied murder, casual mention of self-sacrifice

General Yandere! Alcryst headcanons

Yandere Alcryst greatly admires his darling. To him, they´re the most amazing and lovable person in this world. They´re so kind and caring, even giving someone as unworthy as him the time of a day with a smile on their face!

Around his darling, Alcryst would be pretty skittish, always stumbling over his words because he gets so nervous around you. His heart speeds up dramatically every time you look at him and his cheeks go beet red

He just can´t help himself. He´s naturally a shy person but that just gets amplified when you´re involved. He fears that he´s making a fool out of himself in front of you and always beats himself up over every little mistake he made while talking to you

Lays in his bed and stares up at his ceiling every single night while thinking about you

You´re downright perfect and flawless in his eyes

Which just makes the differences between you two even more apparent to him

Alcryst is very insecure due to having lived in the shadow of his older brother his entire life. He believes himself to be incapable and useless, completely unworthy of your love and praise

How could he ever dare to dream of a future with you when he´s so undeserving?

Alcryst truly doesn´t believe in the possibility that his darling might possibly like him back, it´s unthinkable to him! He just can´t compare to you

So I think yandere Alcryst could go two different ways from now on

One possibility is that he would try to copy the personality and mannerisms of someone else, someone that is better than him and better suited for you. Someone like his brother Diamant for example

Alcryst is more than happy to throw away his true self and mold himself to your liking, just so he has a chance to be with you. Because surely you could never grow to love someone useless like him

So he has to get better. For you.

You would quickly notice that something changed with him. He´s forcing himself to appear more confident, he´s consciously changing up the way he speaks and he´s wearing wildly different clothes.

It´s very quickly obvious to you that he´s not being true to himself and you grow concerned. Just why does he believe he has to change himself so drastically?

But when you inquire about this change, all Alcryst hears is that his performance wasn´t good enough. He didn´t do it justice. Of course his natural incompetence would shine through even when he is posing as someone else

But he promises he will try harder next time! Next time he will surely become someone worthy of your affection! It doesn´t matter how long it takes, Alcryst is prepared to throw himself away as many times as necessary until he is finally good enough to be with you

The second option I thought of is that rather than embarrassing himself in front of you, Alcryst would keep his distance and instead start stalking you from afar. Not that he would call it that, obviously. No, he´s simply protecting you!

Alcryst is also a very protective yandere and so he has to make sure his beloved is safe at all times. It´s only natural that he would keep an eye on you then, right? The world is dangerous, you never know when an enemy might pop up from out of nowhere. He can´t handle the thought of you ever getting harmed. He won´t let anyone leave even a single scratch on you!

And naturally he also just loves watching you, no matter what you do <3

He´s a covert unit type so he´s probably pretty good at staying hidden, meaning you likely wouldn´t notice him stalking you. At most you would feel an intense stare directed at you from time to time but you never see anyone when you turn around

It´s quite unnerving, to say the least, and it causes you to be a bit on edge these days

Something Alcryst feels sorry about but he won´t stop following you around either way. He doesn´t have the confidence to talk to you directly so this is the best he can do. He just can´t ever let go of you, he feels for you way too deeply to simply leave you be

But following you around all the time does come with a few negatives for him as well: He has to watch you talk to other people

Alcryst has a tendency to get jealous every time someone else approaches you for a chat. You look so happy speaking to them and laughing along to whatever they just said, he wishes he could be the one making you laugh. He wants to have the confidence they have and simply talk to you as if his heart wasn´t running a mile a minute whenever you so much as glance at him

But he just can´t bring himself to do so.

Every time he has tried, it had turned into a disaster ( in his eyes)

So he stares the other person down in envy when suddenly, a horrible thought enters his brain. What if you fell for this person?

What if this other person made you fall for them, his mind corrected.

What would he do then? He couldn´t handle the thought of you being with someone else!

As much as he thinks that he doesn´t deserve to be by your side, just imagining you with someone else makes him feel ill

They aren´t good enough for you either. No one is. Alcryst adores you to the point of worship so how could anyone even hope to be in a relationship with you?

He hates seeing you with them but he doesn´t really know what to do. Him being a prince gives him a lot of power but he´s a bit hesitant of using it just for his own benefit. How can he even think of misusing his power?

But the longer he has to watch you interact with this person, the closer you start to grow to them, the more desperate Alcryst gets as his heart is consumed by dread and envy

He fears that any day might be the one where you announce your romantic relationship with them. He can´t allow that to happen, he simply can´t!

And then for a just a moment, he snaps. He realizes that now is the time to get rid of this rival for your love.

Even despite all of this, I don´t think Alcryst would actually kill them himself. No matter what, he can´t bring himself to go that far because deep down he still realizes that what he´s doing is unjust and wrong. This person did nothing to harm you and yet he still wants them gone.

How selfish of him.

But he always knew he couldn´t be a perfect prince like Diamant was. And so he listens to what his heart is screaming for him to do.

How terrible, they were attacked and killed by a wild wolf while on an errand he had sent them on!

Of course Alcryst is apologizing to you over and over as you try to reassure him that it´s not his fault that they got attacked. But there´s more to this apology than you could ever know

Alcryst has always had a way of communicating with animals

Afterwards, after the sky had gone dark he would visit you in your bedroom like he had many times before. You simply looked so peaceful while you were sleeping, Alcryst could watch you all day and still not get bored ( as he has done many times)

There in that room, with no one to witness it, would he confess his deep and obsessive feelings for you to your unconscious form. He could never have the confidence to say these things while you were awake

“My dearest beloved, I have done a terrible thing today. I´m sure you would find me disgusting if you ever found out but know that it was all for you”, he pauses for a bit.

“For us”, he continues.

“Though I know I would not make a good partner for you I love you more than anything. I want to spend every single second of my life by your side and make you as happy as I can. You´re so wonderful, absolutely breathtaking. I want to be with you so desperately but I know I could never hope to be worthy of your love. And yet you still show such great kindness towards me. You´re too good for me ”, he sighs.

He quietly watches your chest rise and fall, a smile on his face as he gently takes your hand in his, careful not to wake you.

“I would do absolutely anything for you, my darling. Whatever you wish for, I´ll make sure you have it. I´ll follow your every order. I would throw away myself and my life for you, if only it brought a smile to your face. I am nothing compared to you and as such I will love you in silence for the rest of my life.”

“My heart feels heavy when I think about the possibility of spending a life without you and so I will forever watch over you from a distance, making sure that you are safe and well-protected. Maybe one day I will grow to be good enough for you to accept my undying love and devotion to you. But until then, I will just have to make sure that no one else tries to get in-between our happiness.”

#fire emblem engage #alcryst #fire emblem x reader #alcryst x reader #yandere fire emblem x reader #yandere alcryst x reader #yandere fire emblem engage #fire emblem engage x reader #yandere #yandere fire emblem engage x reader #cw yandere #gn reader #cw obsession #cw possessiveness #cw stalking #cw murder #cw jealousy #yandere x reader #male yandere

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e-m-p-error · 5 months

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⭐ for Valentino

Aesthetics

⭐ — their astrology sign

[ Valentino ]

#It’s Best To Keep Me Pleased (Answered Asks)#HEADCANONS ➽➽➽#And If You Get In My Face Then You’ll Get A Taste Even God Would Run Son (ναℓєитιиσ)#cw insect #cw arachnid #cw scorpion #cw knife #cw blade #cw jealousy

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thedenofravenpuff · 1 year

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Mafia AU shenanigans with @dess1ne’s Sho and Dawshi, and my character Jens.

Just having great fun with some jealousy drama X3

Enjoy!

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frenchfrywrites · 10 months

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And Is Three A Party Or A Crowd?

MINORS DNI

Thank you to AstellaArrival on AO3 for this commission!!

Warnings: amab top reader (who's referred to as a man), Yandere power (?) bottom Simeon, voyeur Asmo, (non-consensual) voyeurism, dubious consent, jealousy, possessiveness, make-up sex, dacryphilia, cock cages

erm a little note before the fic bc this is a bit darker than what i typically write.. there are heavy themes of voyeurism, dubious consent (on readers behalf), and outrageously unhealthy relationships in this fic. I left it ambiguous as to whether this is a scene between the characters or not. If it helps your mind rest easy, Simeon is aware of everything, and everyone discussed this earlier <3 And if you're more turned on by the fact that Simeon isn't aware, then you can read the fic that way <3

As soon as you finish your sentence you regret saying it, as Asmodeus nearly falls over from laughing so hard.

Glancing at the folks around you, you hope that none overheard you.

“You said what to him?” he hiccups, then screws his eyes shut as he focuses on breathing and composing himself. Asmo, along with all his brothers (you’re impressed that someone was able to convince Levi and Belphie to show up), and your mutual friends, are currently at the ball that Diavolo– Lord Diavolo, the Lucifer in your head corrects– is hosting. As soon as you showed up alone, which is an unusual thing now that you’re dating Simeon, Asmo was glued to your side.

He had barely greeted you before he began to question you like a detective, nosing his way into your business to figure out why you and your boyfriend showed up separately. He’d gone so far to accuse you of getting divorced, which you explained would be impossible considering you’re not married; though the correction did not stop Asmo’s questioning over who would get custody of Luke.

The fight you had with Simeon was not even very major, you should really stop using the word fight if you’re honest. What happened between the two of you was hardly even an argument. No matter what you called it, you knew if you didn’t tell Asmo it would become an even bigger mess. You’re lucky he had not yet given up on you, and ran to question Simeon instead.

You cave fairly easily and tell Asmo about how you had asked Simeon for a little space within the day, and he’d taken offense. There’d been some not-so-loving words exchanged in the heat of the moment, but nothing that could not be forgiven and forgotten. You remember the immediate regret that hit you during the argument when he had smiled, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and promised with tight lips that he would give you space. He had made a noticeable space between you and him when you’d gone to bed, and recommended that you should go to the ball separately.

Now you’re here.

“I’m not repeating myself,” you huff, suddenly embarrassed by the situation. It was, however, a relief to tell someone about the incident. You feel a little better already after getting it off your chest. Asmo tuts,

“It’s really not that bad darling, I’m sure he’ll forgive you, or you’ll forgive him” he pauses, thinking over the information you’d relayed, “sorry, are you even mad at him? I’m a little lost.”

“I’m not mad,” you insist, sighing wistfully as you (not-so-subtly) turn to look at where Simeon is. He looks so pretty in his white suit and blue tie (the one you told him matches his eyes), talking to Solomon and Luke. You want to go over to him and somehow fix the situation you’re in, but you doubt a party is the best place to do it. Asmo coos,

“Oh you pathetic, desperate, sad man,” you turn to look at him, frowning. Opening your mouth you attempt to complain about him kicking you while you’re already down, but Asmo’s giggle stops you, “c’mon let's dance or something, we’ll get your mind off it,” he lightheartedly suggests. There’s a pause as you think about it for a second, and then you let him drag you to the dance floor. A smile works its way to your face as you think about how you’re grateful you have a friend like him, who always knows how to cheer you up.

Asmodeus situates the two of you in such a way that your back is to Simeon and Solomon. His hope is that you stop trying to sneak peaks of them. This also prevents you from seeing the bone chilling look on Simeon’s face once he notices you dancing together. He’s staring the two of you down, smiling as he talks to Solomon and Luke, but gripping his drink with such force that Asmo wonders how the glass hasn’t broken yet. Thank god Solomon and Luke haven’t picked up on Simeon’s sour mood.

A few songs pass, with the two of you making small talk as you dance, before Asmo’s eyes widen as an “uh oh,” falls from his lips. “Here comes your man,” he informs you, and then you feel the hand on your arm. Turning, you find Simeon staring you down. You feel like you’ve been caught, even though you haven’t done anything.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he doesn’t look or sound sorry at all, “it’s just the two of you looked to be having such a good time, I couldn’t help but wonder what you could possibly be talking about?” he asks, smiling innocently. He doesn’t even spare Asmo a glance. You could cut the evident tension radiating off Simeon with a knife. Asmo seems largely unaffected.

“Oh nothing interesting,” he waves his hand dismissively, “just the results of Beel’s latest Fangol game, he did really well, but he always does, so there’s nothing new there,” he rambles, sounding bored as he recounts the last few minutes. Looking at Simeon, you don’t think he’s listening to a word that Asmo’s saying.

“Yeah, did you want to join in?” you ask, hoping that you don’t sound too eager.

“Oh no, I recall you saying that you wanted space,” Simeon mentions offhandedly, like it’s not the thing the two of you have been obsessing over for the last 24 hours. Asmo opens his mouth, likely to point out how Simeon was the one to infringe on your space in the first place, but thankfully stops himself. Instead, he amuses himself by watching you fumble with your words,

“Simeon– I– that was– it was really stupid– I– what I should have said– I mean what I meant– I mean I didn’t mean it, is what I mean,” Simeon looks at you with an unreadable expression. There’s a second of uncomfortable, awkward silence between the three of you before Simeon takes you by your arm without a word.

You let him pull you out of the grandiose ballroom, giving a weak wave to your friend, hearing Asmo cackle as you disappear into the crowd.

“Hey,” you start to slow down, tugging on Simeon’s arm once he pulls you into a mostly empty hallway. He turns to you, and wraps his arms around your neck, tugging you into a kiss. You smile, pleased that he’s back to clinging to you. You didn’t know how much you would miss him until there was space between the two of you.

“Try that again,” he says as he pulls back, referring to your mess of words that hardly formed a sentence or coherent thought at all. You’re relieved that he sounds a lot less upset and passive-aggressive now that you’re out of the ballroom.

“I’m sorry for what I said, and how I said it. There was a lot that I said and I didn’t mean. I missed you,” you admit, wrapping your arms around his waist. Simeon steps further into your space until he’s pressed flush against you.

“I forgive you. I missed you too,” he confesses, leaning in for another kiss. You kiss back happily until you feel his tongue press against your lips, a signal that he wants more.

“Simeon,” you breathe as you pull from him, but he crashes his lips against yours once more, preventing you from stressing to him that you are very much in a public place right now and any number of people could walk in on the two of you making out.

Tonguing the inside of your mouth, he steps back slowly, dragging you along with him, until his back is pressed against the wall.

A tingle of arousal sparks in your loins when you feel his hands start to wander. While sucking on your tongue, Simeon lets his hands slip from around your neck down to your chest. He feels you up for a second, then goes to undo your tie, and slips his fingers under your shirt to touch your skin. The coolness of his fingers against your flushed skin shocks you awake, and you tear yourself from him.

“Not here,” you murmur, taking Simeon’s hands in yours to stop them from groping you. You then look behind you anxiously, only to find you’re alone in the hallway. You breathe a sigh of relief, and turn back to find Simeon looking disheveled and wanton– his hair out of place, his lips wet and parted, his blue eyes shining brightly as he stares you down.

“Follow me,” he grins, not giving you a choice as he yanks you by your hand and leads you further away from the ballroom. Suddenly, he takes a right, opening a door to reveal an empty bedroom. Simeon hauls you inside, shutting the door behind you. You feel flushed all over, thankful that the dark blue of the twilight hour is seeping from the window and masking your facial expressions for the time being.

Simeon lets go of your hand in favor of rushing around the room. You sit on the side of the bed, slipping off your shoes as he lights a candle on the bedside table. When he turns to face you, his features now illuminated by the warm flickering candlelight, you feel your heart throb.

“That suit makes you look so pretty,” you tell him what you’ve been wanting to say all night long. Simeon kicks off his shoes, and smiles, the first genuine smile you’ve seen on him for the last couple of hours.

“Don’t you think I would look prettier with it off?” he suggests, plopping himself down comfortably in your lap. You steady him by holding onto his hips, letting out a soft noise at his forward flirting.

“What has you all worked up tonight?” Simeon hums at your question, and instead of answering he tugs off your tie, tossing it elsewhere, and takes your face in his hands, leaning to kiss your jaw. He kisses his way around your face, not leaving a single feature untouched by his lips, until finally pressing his soft lips against yours.

“Maybe I just missed you, is all,” he whispers against your mouth. You’re about to lean in for another kiss, but Simeon pulls back before you can. “Or maybe I don’t like seeing you dancing with other men,” his grip on your face tightens a bit, and his expression shifts to one you’ve encountered only a few times before, usually when he thinks you’re not looking at him. It’s one that makes your gut drop, and sets worry deep in your bones about what he’ll do next.

“Simeon, it wasn’t like that,” you assure, rubbing soft circles into his hips. You hope your words are comforting him, because you can see now how it might have looked.

“Oh really? You didn’t want more time to yourself just so you could spend it with him ?” he questions you, breathing just a bit heavier as he stares you down with unblinking eyes.

“No, no, I was wrong about that,” you’re quick to amend. You try your best to nuzzle into his touch, acting like this is a normal response and a normal reaction. “I said I missed you, I meant it. I was wrong to want more space, I missed you so much baby,” you tell him honestly. Simeon’s wild gaze softens, just a bit.

He doesn’t say anything, just pets the side of your face gently, touching and tracing all over your face as he studies you.

“You’re mine, you know,” he whispers, “say it, I need to hear it,” he nearly begs.

“I’m yours Simeon, I promise,”

“Yes,” his hands leave your face, moving to hold onto yours. He pushes your hands from his hips down towards his groin. “You wouldn’t touch Asmo– anyone else like this, would you?” Simeon asks, making you touch the slight bulge in his suit pants.

You shake your head, “only you Simeon,” he grinds into your touch. You can feel the cage he’s wearing under his clothing press against your flesh, and you shudder at the memory of putting it on him.

“You want to see me, don’t you?” Simeon asks, and his words make it sound like he’s trying to come off as cocky, but he just sounds desperate.

He takes your nodding head as permission and shucks off his suit jacket, rips his tie over his head, then nearly tears off his button down shirt. All that’s left are his pants.

Simeon gets off your lap, and begins stripping his bottoms off, and you’re very consumed by the sight before you, but loud laughter coming right from outside the door sends chills all over your body.

“Wait, wait,” you whisper-yell at Simeon, fearful at the thought of someone coming in while Simeon undresses for you.

Your lover is unperturbed by the people who’ve decided to have a loud conversation right outside the room you’re hidden in. Simeon steps out of his underwear, and your eyes immediately shoot to Simeon’s caged cock between his soft, plush thighs.

“Simeon,” you whisper, scared to make any noise louder than that. He plops himself on your lap, but you’re having trouble focusing on him with the knowledge that there are others who could listen or walk in at any moment. A violently nagging thought racks your brain as you try to remember whether Simeon locked the door behind the two of you. You’re nearly certain he didn’t.

“No, wait,” you protest as his hands reach for your belt. Simeon frowns, popping his lower lip out in a pout,

“You said you were mine?” he says at a normal volume, causing your gaze to shoot to the doorway in fear,

“Shhh,” you warn, but the guests outside didn’t seem to hear or notice the sound of Simeon speaking. “No, wait a second,” you urge as he ignores you and begins to unbuckle your belt. The metal clanking against itself sets an obscene amount of anxiety within you. Your hands grasp weakly at his thighs. You can’t remember a time when you felt this nervous. “Wait just a second Simeon, please, we have to be quiet, there’s people outside, anyone could come in and see,” you ramble nervously as Simeon tosses your belt onto the bed carelessly.

“Ah,” he grins– and how can he be so frivolous with all this?!– “I can be quiet,” he flirts, finally softening his voice towards a whisper. You know that’s a damn lie, but Simeon continues, huffing quietly, “I bet Asmo could not be quiet,” and you’re not sure if that’s supposed to be an insult or not. “I bet,” he reaches into your front right pocket, where you always keep the key to his cage, “everyone at this ball would hear his noises if you penetrated him,” he feels up your half hard cock from within the pocket before taking the key out.

“Simeon, that’s kinda mean,” you feel very conflicted with what he’s saying. It’s like Simeon is bashing and praising Asmo at the same time. You've also not spent much time imagining your friend getting fucked, and certainly have not imagined you being the one fucking him, but it seems like Simeon has spent some time thinking about it. Defending Asmo was not the right move to make, you realize as Simeon’s gaze hardens.

“Well, maybe he should not have been dancing so close to you. I wouldn’t find myself so frustrated with him if he had just backed up a bit,” he huffs. “Help me get these off,” he demands, tugging on your waistband. There’s an awkward readjusting period where you undress yourself fully.

You notice that it’s gone quiet in the hallway, meaning the guests have moved. You’re still anxious about being found out, especially if you’re gone too long, but at least you can semi-refocus your attention onto Simeon while knowing you’re secluded for now.

“It’s obvious he wants to take what’s mine,” Simeon says softly, resettling himself on your lap. He spits into his hand and reaches down to stroke you to full hardness. You’d lost a bit of your erection from fear, but it doesn’t take long for him to get you worked up again. You return your hands to his hips, holding him steady, and you notice the slight tremor they have from the adrenaline lingering. “But there’s a reason you hold a key to my cage,” he mumbles, rubbing the tip of your cock and distracting you. You try to stifle the moan that leaves your lips at the sensation. “You’re mine and I’m yours. You holding the key is proof of it. I wear it because I’m yours,” he rambles possessively, his breathing labored. There’s some underlying guilt, but you’re undeniably turned on by how possessive Simeon is getting over you.

He suddenly stops stroking you, and reminds you that he’s been holding onto the key to his cage when he forcefully presses it into the palm of one of your slightly shaking hands.

“Unlock me,” you look at him, dazed and confused as you slowly process his words, your head too muddled with lust to think straight. It takes you some time to do so with the state you’re in, but eventually you press the key into the lock, and remove the cage from him. Being able to focus on a task grounded you, and you’re grateful that Simeon didn’t rush you through it.

He gasps at the relief, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. “Thank you, oh thank you,” he murmurs, kissing your skin. Your heart swells at being able to please your lover, and the anxiety you’d had is nearly nonexistent now. You place the cage and key next to you on the mattress, and run your fingers through his hair.

The moment of tenderness ends when you feel Simeon’s swollen, needy, leaking cock rut against yours,

“I want you inside me,” he moans.

“We need a condom,” you tell him breathlessly, impressed with yourself for even thinking of it. Because even though imagining your cum seeping from his hole makes you salivate and leak pre, you know the aftermath of Simeon being all messy while you have to attend the rest of the ball would not be fun. Simeon slips off from your lap, just as easily as he plopped himself down in the first place. It gives you whiplash.

He rummages through his suit pants, only settling in your lap again when he has a condom and mini vial of lube in his hands.

“Did you plan for this?” you ask, taking the lube from him. Simeon smiles,

“Maybe,” and you laugh at that, leaning in to kiss him lovingly. He pulls back after a second, eager for you to start stretching him out. “I want to ride you,” Simeon tells you as you coat your fingers with lube. “I have to see you, and I want to feel you in my stomach, I want to remember- ah ,” he’s cut off momentarily when you reach around his body and press against his hole. Simeon rocks himself back against your fingers, “I want to remember that I’m the only one who will get your dick inside of me.”

You groan at his words, spreading the lube along his rim then slipping a finger inside of him easily. Simeon lets out a pleasured hum, clinging to you as you being to prep him for your cock. You work in one finger, intentionally avoiding his prostate, only focusing on stretching him open for another. It takes a good moment until he feels ready, and then you press in another, scissoring his hole open, and only barely fucking your fingers into him. To your surprise, he is fairly quiet through this, only kicking up the volume and frequency of his moans when you finally add a third finger alongside the others.

“I’m ready,” he gasps as you begin to scissor your fingers, “please, I want- I need your cock, now, I-” he moans, scratching your skin desperately.

You slowly ease your fingers out of him, wiping off your lubed fingers on the bedsheets and mentally sending Barbatos an apology for it. Simeon, lost in his desperation and need, sloppily lubes up your cock, and you let out a stuttered moan at the stimulation. Within the blink of an eye he’s shakily raised his hips and popped the head of your cock into his entrance.

“Fuck,” you breathe, your eyes flickering to the door while he squeezes and sinks himself onto you. Your heart catches in your throat when your gaze catches a pair of amber eyes peaking through the doorway. Asmo- your brain quickly provides an identity after putting together all the pieces- is staring at the two of you through a crack in the door, and when he notices you’ve caught him he winks, bringing a finger to his lip in a “shhh” gesture.

“Simeon-” you choke, fumbling at his skin. Your skin feels itchy and hot, “wait,” he sinks lower on your cock and you try to silence your moan, “ ah - stop, stop, we can’t, someone could cuh- oh -come in,” you whisper.

Simeon drops himself further onto your cock, “ oh , I can’t stop now,” he whines, “I need you inside of me, I need it.” From the sound of his voice alone, you believe him. You think if you pulled him off of you now, he’d be inconsolable.

You glance over to the door once again and see that Asmo has his cock pulled out of his suit pants and has his hand wrapped around it. Though you can only faintly see him with the help of the candlelight and light from the hallway, the sight of him still makes your hips jerk, and Simeon’s breath catches. He turns his head to look, but you stop him by tugging on his hair pulling him into a wet and messy kiss. On one hand, you want Simeon to know someone’s there, but on the other hand, the fear of what would happen if Simeon knew it was Asmo watching stops you from letting him look.

Successfully distracted, he lets you lick into his mouth until he’s gasping for breath. When Simeon pulls back- a string of saliva connecting your lips- his pupils are dilated and his lips are puffy, spit-slicked, and still looking much too kissable.

Leaning in, you try to capture his lips again, but he slides down the rest of your length, and releases a shuddered sigh when he’s seated fully on your lap. Your head knocks back slightly as your cock is fully engulfed by his hot, tight, twitching hole. Simeon’s lashes flutter shut, and being filled with you makes his expression melt into one of pure content. Then he starts to move.

You let out a startled moan as he fucks himself on your cock, starting with a fervored pace, letting out soft, erratic moans in your ear. Tucking your face into his chest you try your best to hide how knowing that you’re being watched makes your cock twitch and your balls ache.

You would have never guessed that being watched while you fuck would turn you on so much, but the fact that Asmo is getting off on you fucking Simeon has undeniable effects on you. You almost wish he’d come into the room, so you could better see how he jerks himself off while he watches the two of you. Part of you wonders if Simeon is right; if he weren’t hiding, would Asmo be loud and open with his sounds?

You wonder what Asmo's point of view is. How much can he really see with just the candlelight and light seeping in from the hall? Would he be able to see Simeon's gorgeous arched back, and his perfect ass bouncing as he works himself off on your cock. Would he be able to see hints of your cock– disappearing and reappearing every time Simeon hauls himself up and drops down on you? He could maybe see bits of you and your face peaking out from behind your lover to catch glimpses of him.

Maybe, you think, the sound of Simeon riding you, his sticky thighs colliding with yours on each thrust, both of your heavy breaths, the faint squelching from your cock fucking his wet hole, is enough to get him off?

Maybe, all he needed was to know what you were doing to have his imagination fill in the rest.

“Feels so good,” Simeon whines, bouncing on your lap, redirecting your attention to him, “you-you feel good too? I fuh -feel good?” his voice cracks, his eyes glossing over.

“Ah - yes god Simeon, you always feel so good,” you groan, glancing down and finding yourself entranced by the way his cock bobs against his stomach, leaving a glistening wet spot from where his pre is leaking. If you had more time and space to do so, you’d really like to suck him off.

“Hngh- oh , I’m the one that makes you feel good, oh -only me,” he babbles, leaning into your body, pressing himself flush against you. In the candlelight you can see how Simeon’s eyes shimmer, welling with tears.

“I love you so much,” he chokes, “I just want you,” he hiccups wetly, “I want you to only look at me, and talk to me, and think about me ,” he whines, the dam breaking as the tears flood down his cheeks. You kiss him tenderly, trying not to focus on how the same possessiveness that had worked you up and turned you on also causes a shiver to rush along your skin.

“Yeah, I love you so much angel,” you say, indulging and sedating him instead of challenging his statements. Simeon keens at your words, his thighs shaking as he raises himself with the next thrust.

“Say it again,” he cries, panting through his sobs.

“I love you, Simeon, I love you so- oh much,” you groan. Pre gushes from his cock as Simeon moans your name.

“I think I’m going to cum,” he squeezes around you to prove his point. You drop your hand down towards his cock, wrapping around its base, preventing him from getting there. Simeon lets out a surprised gasping moan, his eyes going wide, and his eyebrows scrunching together, so clearly conveying his bewilderment.

“I just-” don’t want the show to end, your brain fills as your eyes flicker back to the doorway, “I need you for a second longer , ngh, wanna cum inside,” is what you say instead. It’s a strange request, considering you’re weaning a condom and Simeon wouldn’t receive the orgasmic feeling that comes with being filled, but it affects him all the same.

He nods his head so fast you worry for a moment about his neck, and breaths your name, falling in for a kiss.

When he pulls away so he can catch his breath, Simeon’s gaze flickers down to where your hand is circled around his weeping cock. He stares, wide eyed and hungry, fucking himself even faster.

“Please cum,” Simeon whines, all high and pretty and needy. Your hips jerk up into him as he slides down your cock, causing an obscene slapping noise. The sound of it would be a cause of concern if you didn’t currently have someone prying in.

“ Shit ,” you gasp, feeling your orgasm quickly creeping up on you, “just- ah - a little faster, m’ almost there,” Simeon obeys, picking up the pace.

Wanting Simeon to cum with you, you go from holding his base to stroking his cock in time with your thrusts. The action makes his hips shake, and his fingers clutch for a grasp on your skin.

“Please,” he moans your name, and it tumbles you over the edge. You fill the condom, fucking Simeon roughly on your lap. Within the period of a second your eyes drift over to the doorway, and even just seeing the little of Asmo’s orgasm that you can with the candlelight has your cock throbbing.

Simeon reaches his high somewhere between you fucking him like a fleshlight, and you falling slowly back against the bed, taking him down with you. To be honest you couldn’t say you’d given Simeon your full attention. When you look back to the doorway you see that the door is fully closed, and any sign of Asmo being there is gone. Part of you distantly wonders if he’d ever been there at all.

“I think we should get back out there before someone comes looking for us,” you muse, not making a single move to get up and follow through with your thoughts.

“I think you’re right,” Simeon hums, “but promise you’ll only dance with me, okay?” he looks at you with his big blue eyes, pleading. You laugh softly,

“Of course,” you take his pinky in yours, sealing the promise you’ve made. Simeon giggles at the action, and you both lay together for a little while longer before you seriously refocus on cleaning up.

“Will you put the cage on me again?” Simeon asks so sweetly and softly after you’ve tossed your condom in the trash. Gently you help him into it, taking in the sight before you. “Thank you,” he mumbles softly, tracing the cage possessively.

From there you both hurry through redressing. You’d say, considering that the materials you were working with were a couple of tissues, one wet wipe, and some spit, the two of you look almost back to normal. If anyone were looking they’d notice the dishevelment, but you’re hoping- as you have been for most of the night– that no one will spare you a second glance.

You open the door just a crack, to let in the hallway light, as Simeon blows out the candle. Reaching out into the darkness of the room, Simeon’s hand reaches back to intertwine with yours. Hand-in-hand you guide him out of the room and towards the party. You pray Simeon didn’t notice the clear evidence of Asmo’s orgasm making a mess on the floor as you both scurried back to the ballroom. You mentally send Barbatos another apology.

#spice #cw voyeurism #cw yandere #cw possessiveness #cw jealousy #cw dubious consent #cw dacryphilia

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