I could't contain myself guys sorry--
Bro, do you realize how scary it would be to have Vox as a Yandere?
just imagine it. You could be one of his workers, maybe too good at your job, because not only do you do what Vox tells you without asking questions, but you also know what to say and what not to say to avoid a "tantrum" from him. or rather, when his insecurities attack with force like when Alastor returns.
Vox would probably be a somewhat condescending yandere (as seen with Val) but don't think you can't turn tables easily, if you stroke his ego enough, you can have him around your finger. but that doesn't make it any less dangerous for those around you.
He makes the typical 180 degree turn in attitude when it comes to Other Employees and when it comes to You. Damn, you may be the only one of his employees who gets paid vacations (or even vacations) or even birthday bonuses, things like that. He likes to give you his things or products with the excuse that "they are for testing" even if they have already been released on the market.
Like:
Vox: who the fuck eat My leftovers!?! WHENEVER WHO WAS I'M GOING TO-
Darling: it was me sir.
Vox:--give You the rest and take You out for lunch, You haven't eaten in the whole day AGAIN, didn't ya?
He definitely avoids conflict with you by hypnotizing you, when he starts to feel hostility, fear on your part or that you want to leave, he makes you "out of nowhere" have "ONE MORE TASK" and you can't help but do what he says.
and IT IS NOT just to avoid fights or for you to leave, it is something CONSTANT (once every two days MINIMUM), although Vox is not worried about your brain turning into mush due to its powers, it always keeps nutritious things in your diet and they come out relatively often , as you have to follow him everywhere.
Eventually he becomes more clingy and needy in this case, it's practically not that he's proposing to you or anything, he's just slowly dragging you into a relationship without you realizing it (because you're not lucid enough). Unless you develop a higher level of tolerance to his hypotonic trick, I don't think you'll notice his Red Flags.
I think it would be ESPECIALLY BAD if Darling is also a Sinner, because then they wouldn't even be able to get out of the pride ring to run away from Vox. leaving you with many fewer options and having to avoid all of Vox's technology, which you could only achieve by 1- going to the Cannibal Legion or 2- going to the Hazbin Hotel.
Running away is EXTREMELY DIFFICULT, not only because of his hypnotic trick, but because he literally has EYES EVERYWHERE, on every screen in hell. If you somehow manage to get away with it and run away, Vox would be SO ANGRY and looking for you all over hell with their screens.
Although definitely if you were gone more than a day, he would be more distraught than angry and would begin to despair. Even Val and Velvet would give him a hand because of how bad it would be.
Just imagine, thinking that you finally lost sight of Vox's search drones, without realizing that you stand in front of some store and VOX ITSELF appears on the screens :)
If you made the stupid decision to go to the Hazbin Hotel, Vox would be distraught and would even think that Alastor was somehow holding you hostage, obviously! Why would you go there if you knew his biggest enemy was there? Alastor must be using you as a bargaining chip! How dare he!?
(in this case, fortunately, the punishment is much less severe, but he would definitely monitor you for the rest of your life)
When he eventually gets you back (after a few days or even WEEKS of anguish) expect, first of all, to be in a mortal embrace that lasts AT LEAST 2 days and then receive your "punishment" which would be to be under hypnosis for AT LEAST 1 YEAR to be sure that this NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN.
Although calm down! He gives your mind breaks periodically because 1- he doesn't know if that would ultimate mess with your head and 2- it's nice to hear YOU talk instead of the robotic version.
When that year FINALLY ends, you will be a much more obedient, more terrified, sweeter version of You, according to Vox, like a frightened Deer. It was a long and hard process, but the good thing is that you don't have to do anything anymore! absolutely! Just do what he tells you and everything will be fine.
Shares, reglogs and comments are very welcome!
Not one of the Best yanderes to have, but Def not the worst
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Frustration
Summary: Miguel’s desire for you has been taking a toll on him, and he really has no other option…
Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader
18+. Miguel POV. Masturbation. Sexual frustration. Obsessed Miguel. Inspired by this ask + gif.
* ˚ ✦ Part 2
There you were.
His walking and breathing torment.
You had been plaguing his every thought, and you didn’t even know.
He had lost count to the amount of times he had drained himself thinking of you. Oftentimes, more than once a day.
But his frustration was reaching new heights.
His eyes followed your every move through the orange floating screens in his living room.
You were pacing across sector 13’s warehouse in the middle of the night, working on some new tech. Of course you were. You were just so sweet and generous, and had offered him a helping hand.
How he craved that helping hand to relieve him of his sexual tension.
But for now, he got to watch you from a distance, as he lay sprawled on his couch, a heavy frown setting on his face.
Your fingers moved gracefully from one piece of metal to another, inspecting them carefully, and Miguel vaguely wondered if they would be this attentive while touching his cock.
One hand came to tap the screens so he could zoom in on you.
He had discared his suit for casuals before getting some rest, but he couldn’t help himself.
He had to watch you.
Leaning back with a groan, his cock strained almost painfully against his pants, but Miguel wouldn’t dare touch himself just yet. He needed to train himself to last longer without caving in.
You were absolutely on the task at hand, teeth digging lightly into your bottom lip.
He almost gave up right there and then, but balled his fists instead at his side.
If only you knew how hard he was for you. How much he craved your touch and attention.
A grunt escaped his parted lips as his cock hardened fully, the first beads of precum wetting his skin.
He was so ready for you…
His eyes were glued to the screen, roaming along your body. Your shirt was covered in grime and oil and the neckline was so low that if you were to bend over, he’d be able to take a glimpse.
“Come on…” he muttered under his breath, yearning for that reveal of skin that would tip him over.
You dragged a piece of cloth across your neck to wipe off the sweat, and he scowled deeply.
With him, you wouldn’t need to bother with that. He’d take care of you… he’d wash you clean right after devouring you whole.
His hands itched to set his cock free, but he needed more from you.
You were such a sweet and helpful girl.
Surely you could give him more, right?
He waited… and waited… patience slowly draining.
“Por favor…” he growled almost desperately.
The moment presented itself with you bringing a bottle of water to your lips, eagerly quenching your thirst.
A few droplets dripped down your chin, neck and finally soaking through your shirt.
He had waited for too long and had reached his breaking point.
Even though a part of him felt ashamed to resort to this, he just couldn’t find another way to deal with his frustration.
He brought one hand to rest on his crotch and ran his thumb along the underside of his strained cock, immediately hissing.
Resting his head on the back of his other hand, he felt the frustration taking over him as he knew there was no other way now.
Your bra was visible enough through the shirt for him to picture having his cock placed right in between your breasts that he would squeeze to add more friction.
Lazily dragging the zipper down, Miguel slipped his hand in to finally easy the tension.
His cock curved slightly, strings of precum dripping from the tip and he let lout a shaky sigh of relief.
You were suddenly smiling at something.
Or someone.
Who wasn’t him.
He narrowed his eyes in search of the source, but couldn’t find it.
Jealousy flared inside him like wildfire, coursing through his veins, as his fingers wrapped around his cock.
Why were you, his sweet girl, smiling? You should be right there with him, and he knew you’d gasp at his impressive size and at the realisation of how you made him feel. He’d take his time to make sure you felt comfortable enough to eventually touch him and let him touch you.
His fangs were now protruding in anticipation.
Would you let him graze them across your heated skin? Would you let him lick your neck? Would you let him make you his?
He’d be so good for you…
Miguel started gliding his hand up and down painfully slowly, precum rolling down his knuckles.
You were now fanning yourself with your hand and his hips bucked instinctively.
“Sí, cariño… so hot…” he said in between moans, fucking himself relentlessly.
He increased the grip around his cock, knowing fully well your pussy would squeeze him tighter than this.
It would be a miracle if he managed to last long inside you. He’d want your first time together to be with you on your back, so he could watch your face twist as you struggled to take all of him. He could picture perfectly in his mind how your lips would quiver and how he’d promptly comfort you, reassuring you that he would take it slowly.
His eyes fluttered shut, as he kept fucking his hand, wet sounds adding to the pleasure.
He pictured you riding him, soft moans escaping your lips as he guided you up and down.
Another broken thrust.
Deciding that he needed more visual guidance, his eyes snapped open as he watched as you tapped on your watch.
The one on his wrist beeped and Miguel groaned in pure frustration.
He considered not answering you, but…
“Hey, Miguel,” your sweet voice came through and it took all of him not to burst.
“Hey.”
You were pacing nervously. “I… think I fried the chip. I’m sorry… I thought it’d handle the added voltage.”
So fucking sweet…
He halted his strokes momentarily, inhaling and trying to steady his breathing.
“Say something…” your voice was low. “Don’t be mad at me.”
“I’m not,” he managed to say, cock twitching at the innocence in your voice.
How could he ever be mad at you?
“Huh… well, I know it’s late… but if you want to come…”
Bad choice of words…
Because he did want to come… deep inside you.
“… or not! You can take a look tomorrow,” you added rapidly with a nervous laugh, and Miguel had to bite the back of his hand to muffle a moan.
“You okay? You sound… breathless…”
Look at you… so concerned with his well-being… he’d love to leave you breathless.
He exhaled slowly. “Yes. Don’t worry about it. You’re doing great,” he said, slipping into his tendency to praise you. “You’re really good.”
“You think so? I mean, you’re the expert here… I’m still learning.”
He dragged the pad of his thumb across the tip, feeling the
“You’re so good,” he nearly moaned out.
“It means a lot coming from you,” she chirped happily, unaware of how close he was. “We’ll talk tomorrow. Bye~”
You were visibly excited on the screen in front of him, and it was evident you had enjoyed his praise and approval.
His sweet girl always so eager to please.
That was enough to bring him over the edge.
He tapped his watch right away, feeling the unstoppable wave of an orgasm flush through his entire body at once as the first streaks of cum shot out, landing on his pants and lower abdomen. He rode out his pleasure with messy rolls of his hips, fingers squeezing out as much cum as possible.
A loud growl erupted from his throat and he did allowed the overwhelming sensation to completely take over.
By the time he came down from his high, breathless and swear rolling down his face, Miguel realised he would have to eventually do something about this. The amount of cum pooling at his lower abdomen was impressive and he knew it was all going to waste.
Unless he made you his.
Part 2
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𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍
pairing: simon "ghost" riley x reader
It must’ve been early when the knocking woke you up. Rolling in the warmth of the bed, you struggled to get up and once you did, you walked towards the door on pure muscle memory, still too tired to proceed with any coherent thoughts.
You opened it automatically, rubbing your heavy eyes and letting out a yawn.
“Ghost, Price and I were thinking that maybe…” you heard a voice you faintly remembered blurt out words you vaguely put together. “Yn? What are you doing in Simon's room?”
Freezing at the spot, your eyes dart open, as wide as they could possibly be, and a burst of energy runs through your body, making your mind jolt alight, finally deciding to work.
“Fuck.” you whisper, as you could hear the sound of objects falling and stumbling steps rushing to your side. Simon, still shirtless, holding up his loose sweatpants and whose mask had been clumsy put on, only one of his eyes properly fitting through it’s proper hole, arrived beside you breathlessly, pulling Gaz into the room and closing the door immediately thereafter.
Pushing the Sergeant onto the unmade bed, it took him a moment to catch his breath, spinning around on the same spot on the floor. He had fixed his mask, and the moment his eyes caught yours you could clearly understand his message.
We’re fucked.
Your eyes were restless, moving from Simon and Gaz so quickly it was making you dizzy. Your hands tugged at Simon’s shirt, dressing you like a dress, but barely covering your legs, ones you were not used to exposing in front of your comrades.
It was awkward, this whole situation an awkward mess you had put you all in.
I’m sorry, you mouthed and pleaded with your eyes as Simon stopped in front of you, his hands reaching for your arm, rubbing it warm, consoling you as much as he could as you two sulked in unwanted company.
“Can you two explain what’s going on?” asked your “guest”. Exchanging glances once more, you two fought over who would break him the news. “Or am I supposed to make my own conclusions?”
“‘S pretty obvious, innit?” Simon replied, dryly.
“I wanted to hear it from you, it looks too surreal.” he said, leaning back and straightening his position, a smirk spreading on his face, amusement evident in his eyes. “The Lt and Yn shagging.”
You looked back at Simon once more, his arms crossed on his chest making his biceps look twice their size, and his clear crunched jawline, probably planning three hundred different ways to murder his teammate. Touching his shoulder, you asked for allowance, watching as he considered the options before nodding in return.
“Gaz.” you called, catching his attention. “We’re married.”
Gaz’s head bobbed forward as his eyes almost jumped out of its socket, questioning the shocking news and his own reality. To confirm your words, showed him your hands, more specifically your ring finger, where a pair of letters, ‘SR’, were tattooed secretly on its side. The Lieutenant followed suit, uncrossing his arms to expose your initials drawn on the same spot in his ring finger.
You two were married. Married, and no one in the base knew it. Hell, they didn’t even know you two had a thing for each other, was going through Gaz’s mind.
“Married?” he repeated, more an affirmation than a question, trying to process it in his head. “I can’t wait till Johnny knows it.”
“Johnny can’t know it.” you immediately cut him. “Please, Gaz. I-it’s…” private, you wanted to add, our lives. But a lump in your throat caught you, feeling everything you’d build crumbling down.
You’d been so careful. You and Simon had taken every possible precaution since the first night you hooked up, not wanting anyone to find out your silly “mistake”, to the day of your wedding two years ago, the most important day in your entire life. And now the secret was done for, days counted even if Gaz were kind enough to keep it to himself.
“Private.” Gaz completed your words after a brief minute of silence, and the hope in your chest grew. “I get it. You know I’m not a snitch.” Standing up, he continued. “Your secret is safe with me.” and extending his hand towards your husband he wished. “Congratulations, Simon.”
Your husband, after second thoughts, shook Gaz’s hand in his, evident force used to make sure a warning was heard: you say anything, you’re dead. However, knowing him like no one else, you notice signs no one would, and the slight drop in his shoulder lets you know he trusted his Sergeant.
“Congratulations you too, Yn.” he turned to you, giving you a tight hug instead, lifting you off your feet for a brief moment before returning you to the floor. “Does this make me the best man over Johnny?”
Fishing for a pillow, Simon threw it straight into Gaz’s head as he rushed out of your room, giggles heading out with him. You too stood laughing, enjoying knowing your secret paradise wasn’t done for yet, and trying to calm down your sulking and annoyed husband.
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a/n: short drabble to announce i'm now taking simon and other cod men requests ♡
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