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short-yandere-stories · 1 year

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okay so---i read the lil fic of reader friendzoning sebastian and i saw your requests were open so here I AM-

Could I get a fanfic of Sebastian with a reader who ✨does✨ have a crush on him but ignores his advances because she happens to have a rather low self-esteem and simply "doesn't want to get the wrong idea" —if possible? if you can't either way it's cool .u.

I am so glad you're here! :D And hoo boy I can recognize myself in that for sure and this would 100% be me hands down. Also sorry for the tiiiiime this has taken meeeeee ugh life is. Annoying. Something I do know for certain, however, is that a yandere Sebastian would not stand for any low self-esteem. Especially not from someone as wonderful and perfect as you.

This can be read as a standalone thing or sort of a continuation of the last one!

Yandere is mainly at the very end because it became just so nice and soft and aaaaahh

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SFW, no major TW/CW, but mentions reader with low self-esteem feeling insecure and disliking themselves. :✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

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"Not Good Enough for Me?"

"Milady, are you alright? You've been staring through that window for quite some time now." Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn around, gaze landing on the tall, elegant butler peeking in through your door. At your acknowledgment, he takes a step into your room, closing the door behind him with a soft 'click'.

"You have not moved from this spot since at least about half an hour ago. I saw you standing there while I assisted Finnian in the gardens." You look away, nervously picking at the skin around your nails. "I'm fine," you say with a forced laugh. "Just got lost in thought I guess." Slowly, Sebastian moves closer to you, making sure that you can clearly see him at any point. He closely monitors your body language, ready to stop the second he sees you flinching or turning away.

"Is it about my confession during the afternoon tea last afternoon?" He asks, hitting the nail on its head. He has to keep a chuckle in as you wince. "I meant no disrespect or harm, I can assure you," he continued. "And if I have made you uncomfortable with any of my advances, I-" "No!" You yelp, cutting him off. You snap around to finally look at him, eyes wide in a panic and hands thrown up in front of you, waving in dismissal. "I mean..." you continue in a timid tone, cheeks heating up at your outburst.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable at all, Sebastian," you say, eyes pleading with him to believe you. "It was actually really sweet and it made me extremely happy to hear. I just..." you trail off, looking down at the floor, unable to keep his gaze any longer.

"I just don't think you'd want to be with someone like me." Your voice grows increasingly quiet the longer the sentence goes on, and even Sebastian with his demonic powers and enhanced senses has to strain to catch your words.

"What?" he breathes, confusion and bewilderment etched on his face.

You turn back to face the window, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt of comfort, trying your hardest to keep the tears threatening to form at bay.

"I just... I'm nothing special. I'm not really pretty or smart... I'm clumsy and mess up, and I can't ever do anything right." Tears blur your vision as you try to keep your voice from shaking. "I don't know why you'd want to be with me," you confess, finally, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

"You deserve someone better than me."

If he had a heart in the same way that humans do, Sebastian was sure that it would have shattered upon hearing those words. How had he missed your feelings in regard to yourself like this? The anger he felt aimed towards himself for missing such a crucial thing had completely blocked out the meaning of your words for a moment until they finally registered. You loved him. More than that, you'd avoided his advances and tried to push him aside not because you didn't reciprocate, but because you didn't think you were good enough.

In a flash, he's by your side, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into his chest. Your hands weakly cling to his waistcoat, tears wetting the fabric of his shirt. "Sweetheart," he whispers, raising one gloved hand to pet your hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not noticing how you felt about yourself and adding to that burden," he begins, holding your crying form close. "But you're wrong. About all of it." You cry harder and try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

"You are special. So very special to me, darling, you don't even know half of it. You have the most beautiful soul of any person I have ever met. I love every single part of you. I love the color of your eyes, the way your entire face lights up when you smile. I love your mind and the way it works. Sure, you mess up sometimes, but every human does! It has never once made me think less of you. If anything, watching you trip over nothing only makes me see you as even more endearing than before." Relaxing his hold on you enough for him to bend down and look you in the eyes, he continues. "I love everything about you, flaws and all. I wouldn't change anything about you." One of his hands wipes away a few tears from your cheek before gently cradling it in his palm.

"There is no one that could be 'better for me' than you. You're perfect in my eyes. I hope that I can make you see that too, someday," he whispers.

More tears flow down your cheeks, and for a moment, Sebastian thinks that he has done something wrong, but then your face cracks into a smile. "Do you really mean that?" you ask meekly. "Or are you just saying it to make me feel better?" Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Sebastian leans in and presses his cold lips against yours. For a moment, you're unresponsive, frozen in shock. Then, your hands grab his shoulders, and you kiss back.

The feeling of your soft, warm lips against his is something Sebastian has dreamed of for so long. He can barely believe that it's happening. Your warmth, the softness of your body pressed against him is everything he ever wanted.

Possessive thoughts flash through his mind, solidifying what he already knew. This was where you belonged. By his side, in his arms. With him, forever. He would make sure that your thoughts never hurt you ever again. No matter how many times he had to reassure you, hold you, and help push those negative feelings aside, he would.

You were finally his. You finally reciprocated his feelings, and Sebastian would be damned if he let anything -- your own thoughts included -- hurt you.

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darkbluekies · 5 months

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Talking to the dead

Mafia!yandere x reader

Warnings: dead sibling, mentions of digging up the grave

He's furious that you've escaped. Infuriated that you managed to slip past the guards again. He wants to put a bullet through their chests. They've tracked you down to the cemetery, a weird place, Silas thinks.

He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you sit by a tombstone, talking. There's no one around, who are you holding conversation with? He tells his men to stand by while he sneaks over.

"I'm in danger", you sob and chuckle slightly. "I've put myself in a dangerous situation, you know. I wish you were here. I could need a big sister/brother now. I need guidance. I don't know what to do, I'm so scared. Everything is terrifying." You sigh. "Well, now I've told you everything that has happened since you passed away. Quite the story, isn't it? Yeah ... I really miss you."

Silas sighs and scratches his neck, looking back at his guards, thinking. He knew that your sibling was dead, but he never imagined that he would find you like this.

"Y/N", he says carefully, wanting to catch you attention.

You gasp and hug the stone for dear life.

"Don't take him/her!" you scream in a heartbreaking tone.

Silas walks over to you, sinking down beside you. His heart breaks.

"I'm not going to take them", he reassures you. "Why don't you introduce me? Or have you already done that? I heard you told everything."

You still hug the stone tightly. Silas puts his hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that he won't dig up the grave and steal your sibling. He brings you back and takes a look at the name on the stone before placing his hand on it. I'll protect them, he thinks and hopes that your big brother/sister will hear him, I will die for them.

Silas brings your shaking, sobbing body into his arms and kisses the top of your head. He won't punish you for this, his heart can't allow it.

While taking your defeated form to the car, he turns to his men and tells them to visit the grave every week to plant new flowers, water them, light candles, and clean the stone. And if they ever miss a week, he will kill them.

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yandere-writer-momo · 13 days

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Yandere Short Stories:

Hell Fire

Yandere Priest x Herbalist Fem Reader

TW: abuse of power, yandere behavior, manipulation, and forced relationship

Pale hands affectionately cupped the soft cheeks of the sleeping maiden that rested on the bed in the dungeon. A bright smile on the young priest’s face as his fingers traced over her soft lips.

“You are finally here…” Aurel voice was as soft as a breeze. His blue eyes gentle and his lips pursed in thought. “You’re finally within my grasp.”

Aurel glanced around to make sure there were no other eyes watching before he crawled into the small bed beside (your name). His lanky arms wrapped around her vulnerable form in a vice like grip. Aurel buried his nose into her hair and deeply inhaled her sweet scent, a moan escaped his lips from how delectable (your name) smelled.

“I wonder if you’ll be happy to see me once you wake up.” Aurel thought aloud as his hands wandered her sleeping form. “We used to be so close when we were kids… we can get married just like we always wanted.”

Aurel brushed a few of his silver strands away from his blue eyes. His cheeks heated up at how beautiful (your name) had grown to be. “I’ve crawled my way to become a Cardinal, but I’m willing to bend the rules for you… so you just have to accept me.”

Aurel buried his face into her shoulders while he clutched her closer to his chest. His tongue clicked when he felt his she thinned out a bit. These heathens haven’t been feeding (your name) properly, have they? He’d punish them once he married her…

Aurel pressed a few stray kisses to her shoulders before he smiled to himself. He had destroyed her reputation as an herbalist by spreading rumors of her being a witch. It was a desperate and cowardly method, but she refused to be with him. What other choice did Aurel have? (Your name) had forced his hand for the last time and now she had the biggest choice to make.

Become his wife or burn at the pyre.

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misstycloud · 1 year

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Yandere CEO Headcanon

Yandere!CEO who is known to be cold and strict, because he leaves no room for any sort of mistake. As a result, all the employees are scared to bits around him.

Yandere!CEO who despite his outer appearance is in fact very lonely, though he refuses to admit it to anyone. He barely even accepts it himself. Him, the powerful and successful business man; lonely? Pffft! No, no, that’s absurd.

Yandere!CEO who has everyone shocked when you managed to melt his icy heart. They wondered if he even had one to begin with. He must have, considering how he acted while with you.

Yandere CEO who is blown away the moment he realised his feelings for you. It was warm and fuzzy, and gave him butterflies- something that’s never happened before. However wonderful it felt, there was something else brewing alongside it. Something a tad bit…darker.

Yandere!CEO who simply can’t help but spoil you. He wants to give you everything your little heart desires, he won’t say no, it doesn’t matter what it is the answer is yes. You want a new dress? Done! You saw a diamond necklace you really like? It’s yours! Do you wish to go on a trip overseas? He’ll gladly come with!

Yandere!CEO who will let you have anything except freedom. There was no way you’d be allowed anywhere without him by your side. You belong to him just as he belongs to you, you are two halves of one.

Yandere!CEO who hates everyone who is not you. You are his sanctuary; his all. The person he can’t imagine being apart from.

“I will buy you anything and everything you can ever ask for, but I won’t let you leave me. That is the one thing you can’t have.”

#oc #obsessed #yandere #possesive #toxic #male yandere #bad relationships #yandere oc #short story #yandere boyfriend #yandere x reader #yandere CEO #rich yandere #wealth #CEO

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dex0s · 5 months

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☆ ⌒Short smut ˑ 𖥔

!Draken x reader x Mikey!

A/N Ngl I’m starting to get writers block but this is all smut because I’m too lazy to make a story. Warning; your ass getting called a boypussy

Image you waking up to both of your holes stuffed.

One cock in your ass and the other in your mouth.

Mikey and Draken had the biggest crush on the cashier at the bakery that they would go to.

They slowly got to know you better and it got to a point your guys would have sleepovers or hangouts.

But tonight they were going to do something they have been waiting for.

Draken asked if you wanted to have a sleepover at his house just you and him and of course you accept.

You had ended up falling asleep on the movie you guys were watching and that’s was when the plan was set in motion.

Draken had called Mikey over so they can start yet Draken was getting inpatient so he decided that he would start without Mikey.

By the time Mikey finally arrived Draken already had his cock in your ass with you moaning underneath him.

You moaned as Draken pounded your “boypussy”, you hear to door open and you see Mikey standing there with a pouty face. “You know you could have waited until I was here” he said

Yet he got no response due to Draken being too drunk on your ass. Mikey walked up to you two and from the corner of your eye is can see the tightness in his pants.

Draken knew he was close to release so he started to become sloppy with his thrust. Mikey settled on the bed and pulled out his hard cock, took one of your hands and started to use it to jerk himself off.

Draken finally released his warm cum in your slimy walls but he wasn’t near done. Draken slipped out of your walls and said, “Mikey it’s your turn”, Mikey quickly climbed over to where Draken was sitting.

Mikey slides in easily with Draken’s cum and your walls already prepped, Not even seconds later Mikey was pounding into you like a dog in heat.

“D-damn you feel amazing” is what Mikey said, Mikey took one of your nipples in his mouth sucking like you would lactate some milk.

As you opened your mouth to gasp and Draken took this as an opportunity to slip his cock in your mouth.

Before you can a breath of air Draken already started to thrust in your mouth not caring if you can breathe or not. He’s more worried about chasing his high than you.

Finally after the third round you can feel both of them getting sloppy. That when you felt something warm in your ass and a salty taste in your mouth.

Closing your eyes someone slap your ass. “Don’t go to sleep now, we still have the whole night ahead of us”

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colourstreakgryffin · 2 months

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Hi Good morning...

Could you do Yandere Alastor? If not Could Alastor be possessive?

Imagine Charlie going to heaven to talk to the angels (just like in that episode) but in addition to taking his girlfriend, he also took Alastor along with them... Now imagine Alastor being reunited with his beloved wife (who became an angel after her death and with that they both separated) what would happen? Now imagine having other angels flirting with Alastor's wife or trying to protect her since he is the radio demon...

Oooh… okay. This is interesting. Though, I can imagine Alastor may end up dragging us down to Hell with him since he’d be that possessive. He wouldn’t stay in Heaven, he’d be getting us banished from Heaven so he can be with us! That’s how I view it and this is my first Yandere Alastor and Yandere Hazbin Hotel as well!

Alastor- Yin and Yang, Light and Dark

Alastor is a merciless, intimidating man of extreme power as Hell’s all-around-feared Radio Demon. A figure who had nothing to his own name that others did. Just himself, a blade and so many sins under his belt. Nobody would ever suspected he would ever fall in love, that he could fall in love, that it was possible for such a corrupted mind…

But here is both Charlie and Vaggie, and the entirety of Hell being completely disapproved. The young sapphic couple decided to bring their redemption project’s primary investor, Alastor up to Heaven with them as backup support, incase anything happens. The three demons are greeted with the mighty Seraphim, Sera’s assistant. A beautiful warm-hearted female angel that greets them with a warm smile and a familiar accent

Alastor just stopped in place when he met your eyes, he stopped smirking and snarking through this situation. Stopped even smiling as he couldn’t stop looking at this angel… she reminds him of the wife he had lost. Nobody knew he was married… he almost forgot he was. Alastor approaches this sweet-hearted angel and asks politely to hold her hand. Of course, this angel… or also known as you, is a bit hesitant but does so anyway. Eventually being able to flip your hand to reveal the shiny wedding ring that has remained there for so long, it may as well be stuck in place

Since when did Alastor have a wedding ring?! That’s what Vaggie asks herself when Alastor seems to just manifest a shiny golden marriage band onto his hand in just a flick of his wrist, both of you carefully slide off those rings to check the insides, where writing of each other’s names remain. Revealing to one another that you’ve both been reunited since 1933… since Alastor’s death, many years prior your own

You’re found your husband… after almost seventy years

It was hard to not cry before your guests but pulling back in all your emotions and your questions for your estranged now demon husband, Alastor. You have to lead the Princess, her partner and her close friend over to where Sera and Emily await to greet them. Whilst Emily ends up excitedly distracting Charlie and Vaggie, you’re unable to stop thinking about being able to find your husband. You know that ring anywhere and looking at the Radio Demon more, you can see the dark-skinned Creole man behind the new appearance

You smoothly weave past the other two higher-rank inhabitants of this grand bright cool cloudy realm to take Alastor’s hands, prying one off his staff-like microphone-cane and eventually running fingers through his hair, doing so just makes his tall fluffy deer-like ears pin back. It’s just like when you were both humans and how’d you run your fingers through his fluffy dark brown hair to ease him after a long day of work

“Alastor… why did you lie to me? You said we’d go to Heaven together”

He did promise. Back in 1926, when you two got married. A illegal marriage but you didn’t care at all. Married at only 26 years old, both of you. He promised you’d both die together and fly up to Heaven together, be happy, safe and comfortable together in Heaven but when you died after he did, you never found Alastor

You were devastated, looking everywhere, desperate and heartbroken at being alone, and ending up being comforted by Lady Sera. Who revealed to you Alastor never arrived in Heaven… which was just proof to that that he didn’t go to Heaven but he went to Hell

You wanted to know so badly, for almost seventy years. Why he went to Hell… what did he do? You never saw Alastor commit any wrong. He was a good person, yes, wealthy and influential as a very popular Radio Host but a good man

Alastor, in reality, simply hid his true self, his psychotic ‘disorder’ from you. He had actually fallen in love with a sweet soft angel, a sympathetic harmless woman and was terrified he’d lose you, a genuinely good person, to the fact he was a serial killer… hence why you never saw nor knew how bad he actually was

How he killed every single man who came onto you, how he killed every single woman who dared to give you any side eyes. He was obsessed, possessive, protective, murder-driven

Alastor covered every single footstep and every trace of his bad doings and even when he was reported as the serial killer on the radio upon the Police taking him down… you still didn’t know because you avoided the radio, out of heartbreak pain of your husband being taken away from you and utter disbelief of what anybody said about Alastor back in Louisiana, New Orleans during your old-timey era

Being reunited with you… this beautiful moment has drowned Alastor with not only all those incredible memories of the past as a human he shared with you, but all his unhealthy, what it’s called yandere mannerisms. In an instant, he is determined to get you back at all causes and he is willing to drag you down to Hell with him

He can’t be redeemed, even if seeing you again is a huge motivation to try fix himself and pass by his sins of wrath, he’ll just make you fall through the clouds and land right into his arms after passing through the pentagram above. This is perfect… absolutely perfect and a mere second devised plan is already becoming the Overlord’s obsession

Alastor lifts up the hand combing through his hair away and kisses the top of your hand, making both yours and his heart flutter. Everything you do for one another is reminders of the past and reminders of your secret marriage. His pretty crimson red eyes look down at you before he speaks, his voice dropping the radio effect echo so his organic transatlantic accent coos out, full of love and joy

Mainly because he’s going to make you become a Fallen Angel and come live in Hell with him. You won’t be alone again and he won’t be alone again either

“I know, darling… I was never a good person and I didn’t deserve you. But I am here to change. If you give me some weeks, maybe some months. Give us that time. We’ll be together again. Just like before”

A/N: To say. What would Alastor do if he saw Angels trying to flirt with you or keep you away from him as he visits Heaven with Chaggie is that he’d be planning immense murder and destruction but he couldn’t do anything about it. Politely dragging you away from the angels to talk to you more. He wants to kill but he can’t whilst within Heaven

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automeris-io-moth · 7 months

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Hostage situation

“I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day,” Hero murmured, clacking the silver spoon at the edge of the table, their eyes fixed still on the full plate before them.

“Eat, Hero.”

Their eyebrows furrowed in response, face twisting into a scowl. Hero lifted their head, looking to meet the others' eyes, thinking that, perhaps, they were just as unsure to face truthfully the other as they were.

Villain was not. Brown eyes which shined yellow under the warm light of the room faced them, straight and unwavering.

Hero averted theirs once again.

“You don’t care for what I have to say?”

“Not particularly,” Villain answered, “but if it means a lot to you, go right ahead.”

Hero swallowed

“I’ll take your deal,” they answered,quickly, as fast as they could to disguise the trembling of their voice. “I’ll support your case, I’ll make sure it gets to Superhero, to the President and the Ministry of Security, I’ll get Sidekick back to you.”

Swirling their wine on the cup, white to make good pair with the salmon, Villain nodded, solemnly and slowly, almost doubtfully, and yet the mere hint of a positive answer made Hero’s heart pound inside their chest. Not yet relief but the dread that came right before it.

“Oh Hero,” Villain answered, the tone of pity melting with their words “but you’ve already done that, my sidekick’s being transported to me right now. A hostage exchange if you may.”

The chain on their ankle rattled as they threw themselves back on the chair, blood pumping inside their ears.

“Are you letting me go? Am I going back with Superhero?!”

A moment of silence was followed by a deep, hoarse laugh, rumbling across the room and shaking if ever so slightly the silverware and glasses.

“Of course not sweet, sweet, dumb thing,” they answered “you’re staying right here with me, with us.”

Hero’s heart felt like falling from a thousand floors. And a deep, unescapable sentiment of despair felt like a cold sweat inducing fever dream.

“No!” Hero wailed, “No, no, no. You said that if, that when you, when Sidekick came back to you you would let me go, you promised! I told you I would take the deal.”

“You were too late, pet, you took too long, I want to keep you now.”

Masterlist

I'm very hopefully back, still working on my motivation to keep writing but making a good effort I promise.

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faux-ecrivain · 2 months

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1950s househusband x gn reader

marinette4943 asked: Hey!

I saw your yandere housekeeper and loved the way you wrote it. Do you intend to do a next part?

If so, could you tag me in it?

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Name; Angelo

Thirty second official post

@marinette4943

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From Part 3;

He is absolutely whipped for you, everything you do is committed to his memory, and he inches closer to you with every passing second. “You’re welcome, so, are you going to give me a tour of the town or some advice to settle in, and get along with my neighbors?” He didn’t want to, but he figured that it was best to be as helpful as possible. That way, you’ll trust him the most and will come back to him whenever you need help. You, however, scoot away from him, eventually ending up near the end of the couch in a corner. “Oh, uhm, certainly. I’ll be happy to give you advice and a tour, but I was hoping we could simply have a friendly chat first…” Angelo responds hopefully, he just wants to get to know you and does want to talk about anyone else.

However, something you said earlier caught his attention. “Unexpected? Wh-what do you mean by that?” He questions nervously, his wide eyes nervously glancing at you and his bottom lip quivering at the thought of you hating him. You tilt your head, slightly confused and then you try to clarify without sounding rude. “Well, back where I’m from men don’t often wear dresses, that’s all.” Before you can clarify any further he interrupts you, which was quite rude and he apologizes for that, but doesn’t stop talking. “Sorry for interrupting, but you don’t like it? Does my fashion sense upset you?” He inquires his expression shifting into anxiety and his mind begins to work in overdrive. His hands squeezes the cloth of his dress and he twists the fabric. Angelo doesn’t do well with rejection, of any form or shape.

Suddenly this conversation seems very awkward to you and you regret opening your mouth. “That’s not what I meant, that dress looks great on you. It’s just someone have to get used to, that’s all.” He smiles and he seems content with your response. “Really? You mean it? Thank you!” It isn’t often that he gets a compliment from anyone and it’s been a while since anyone he was interested in complimented him (excluding his spouse, he loves his spouse so very much and is very interested in them). Angelo relaxes and leans his head on your shoulder, which causes you to cringe and push his head away. He whines and leans against you once more, this time he wraps his arms around your arm and nuzzles your neck. Now you’re very uncomfortable and have begun to regret your decision to let him inside.

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Subtly, you try to push him away. You didn’t want to be rude, but his unnecessary affection was making you extremely uncomfortable. Sadly, his grip on your arm does not loosen and seems to tighten. Angelo scoots closer, he’s so close that you could count each one of his eyelashes. He sighs, seemingly unaware of how close he is, or maybe he knows and just doesn’t care. You clear your throat and lean as far away from him as you can. “Ahem, so, about that tour…” You smirk awkwardly and try to make a simple conversation, if only to alleviate the discomfort you felt. He acknowledges your words with a hum, but doesn’t respond for quite some time. It’s silent and awkward as you try to ignore the very obvious bedroom eyes Angelo is sending your way.

You clear your throat again and try to get his attention. “Ahem, Angelo, could you please let go of me or move away?” It takes a moment for your words to sink in and when the do, Angelo shoots away from you. His eyes are wide, his face is flushed with embarrassment and his mouths is agape. It’s clear that he’s absolutely mortified by his behavior. Immediately he begins to apologize. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, Neighbor! That was so inconsiderate of me, Oh! I feel so ashamed! Oh, I should go, I shouldn’t behave like that around you!” Part of his apology sounds a bit like an excuse, but you can tell by his expression that his apology is sincere. “Did I make you uncomfortable? Oh, I’m truly sorry if I did!”

You chuckle and wave off his worries, you begin to placate him, and attempt to halt his incessant apologies. “Oh, it’s alright, Angelo. It really isn’t that terrible, I was uncomfortable, but I’m sure you didn’t mean anything by it.” Oh, he certainly meant something by his actions, it wasn’t anything sinister, but it was something that Angelo wasn’t ready to face. He was experiencing so much turmoil, the very idea that he almost betrayed his spouse made his physically ill. He could never hurt them like that, sure they weren’t the best spouse, but he still loved them. “No, I-I have to leave, I-I can’t-Oh!” Angelo struggles to breathe, his previous actions set in, and he felt like crying.

He has to leave, Angelo couldn’t stay another minute is your presence. Especially when he’s constantly tempted to crawl into your arms and never leave them. Once more, you try to reassure him, but he doesn’t listen. “Angelo, it really isn’t a big deal. I’m sure you meant nothing by it and nothing came of it, so it’s alright. Let’s just sit back down and enjoy a nice, civil conversation.” It sounded as though you were trying to calm him down, and that made him feel even worse. Well, the way he felt when you expressed concern for him, made him feel even worse. “No, no, I have to go. My sp-spouse is coming home soon an-and I don’t want to disappoint them.” He tries to reason with himself and his desires, but it’s not working.

Mostly because his heartbeat seemed to increase with every word that you spoke, he knew what that meant, and he couldn’t give into such sinful desires. He had to stay loyal to his spouse, although, thoughts of loyalty seemed to remind Angelo of the way his spouse has been behaving recently. Which causes his brows to furrow and halts his apologies, as his mind wanders to his spouses recent behavior. His spouse has been distant (more so than usual) and they keep coming home late. Normally, he wouldn’t worry about that, but each night they come home smelling like cheap perfume, and then he starts to think about the recent rumors he’s heard. The ones about househusband Damian and his cheating spouse. This causes Angelo to consider the idea that maybe his spouse is cheating on him, and the very thought is appealing to him. It causes him to be sick, and he nearly faints. (Luckily you caught him before he could actually fall, and now you’re fussing over him, oh, his heart can’t take it!)

No, he can’t give into temptation. He has to stay loving and loyal, it’s not that hard, and surely his spouse will take notice of his devotion. He just has to keep trying, right? It doesn’t matter how exhausting it is or how much easier it would be to allow his new neighbor into his heart. Angelo has to remain strong, and eventually, he’ll be rewarded for his loyalty, won’t he?

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(I don’t really like this installment of househusband Angelo, I’m not proud of it, but I figured that if I do a bit of writing about one of my favorite OCs then I might get back into writing. But, who knows, I’m a creature of habit and writing is exhausting. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and hopefully, I’ll be back to writing at a normal pace again.)

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ivoryghostyy · 7 months

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「 image, not mine. sourced from Pinterest. 」

「 tw: possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, implications of being bitten — this isn't very heavy. read with caution, i suppose. 」

"let you go?" he mocked, eyeing your stubborn form.

"why would i do that? you are mine now," he hissed softly, his muscles tensing in light annoyance. surely, you didn't plan on leaving him? no, that simply wouldn't do.

"i could easily subdue you. do not test me, little mouse."

his pupils shifted to slits. his threat sent a chill up your spine. you knew of his capabilities; of his proficiency as a hunter. after all, he was an apex predator. one who spent half—if not the entirety—of his life in the wild, stalking his prey.

he is a silent and very lethal killer. his fangs are often bathed in blood; red staining his hands. the colour dripped from his glittering scales, casting a beautiful sheen beneath the moon's ethereal glow.

"for the rest of your mortal days, you shall stay here," he stated. finality coated his tone, leaving no room for further arguments.

"here, where you will be safe; where i can protect and care for you."

his eyes glow dangerously beneath the shadows.

"here, in my arms, where you will eternally be mine. it is time for you to accept that."

he nuzzled into your neck, his tail slowly uncoiling from around your waist and allowing you to stand on your own. to remind you of who's really in control.

with a hum, he continued.

"you are my mate," he declared. his lips brush against your neck; his fangs are dangerously close to your skin.

the naga snickered; a low rumble in his chest.

"are you scared, little mouse?"

his voice was deep; a pleasant sound to hear.

a sharp pair of fangs press against your pulse. 'how would you taste?' he wonders.

without another word from you, and with one last kiss to your neck, you felt a painful sting.

"that's too bad,"

a cold sensation enveloped you. your vision turned hazy. the den's walls suddenly became unclear and blurry.

"because i will never let you go."

#yandere?#yandere #naga #x reader #naga x reader #snakes #yeah idk #i dont know what i am doing #scenarios #kinda fluff #obsessive yandere #possessive yandere #shorts #short story #reader

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popawritter12 · 1 month

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Can you write about a Yandere Smoke x reader?

Author's Note: Hello Anon! I wanted to let you know two things. 1-Since you didn't specify I took the idea of making a short story, and I'm sorry if you wanted a headcanon but I wanted to make a one-shot of this guy for a long time <3 2-The gender of the reader will be female because it was not specified. In case you want to change it, send it aside so he can do it like this <3. With this already warned, enjoy the short story, anon!

Yandere! Smoke x Female! Reader

This didn't have to end like this, but it did. In her image, she thought that he was just another friend, a companion on her long journey called life, or even someone whose wisdom could help her and be guide in her most complex moments.

So how did it ended up like this?

The blood spurting with each blow, the wet sound of flesh against liquid, and pure and audible cries, but that only both of them could hear. It was an image of a vivid horror story that they told her at your young age of 5.

But he thought that he was doing it in the name of love, in the name of something so pure and beautiful that it made him want to stay alive, to want to continue fighting for what he considers right, and mainly, to fight to get his beloved.

But if that feeling was so pure, why was he so cruelly harming another person especially that person whom his darling adored so much? Why did he try so hard to spill his blood on his hands, caking his skin and filling the environment with a smell as dirty as blood clotted in someone's body escaping from inside of someone?

That question plagued the mind of the young darling, who wanted to try to help her beloved, that person whom she was going to give her life a thousand times, but unfortunately on this occasion she did not know that he was going to allow her to do that; He was forbidden to harm her, he was forbidden to hurt her and he was only allowed to love her and be able to be the only one to look her in the eyes and tell her how much he missed or love her. No one else, not even the stupid guy she had clumsily fallen in love with had the right to such a privilege, much less when it was someone she didn't have even the positive characteristics of.

However even with the fact that he believed it was enough to receive that person's love, she did not love him; He wondered countless nights why she never noticed him, only giving him superficial smiles or innocent glances of admiration.

He never found the answer, obviously. Much less was he going to find him punching and abusing the man beneath him so fiercely, hitting and damaging his skin and causing irreversible pain to his muscles and risking his bones breaking from the blows or even breaking. He dared to think about using his blade, wanting to expose the inside of his skin and open all the holes possible to ensure that he would never get up from the ground again, much less see that person again, see his loved one, someone whom he loved. I never deserved it in the first place.

He knew he was wrong, hell he knew it. But something in his heart was screaming at him to do it, and his mind was too corrupted to believe he was doing anything wrong, especially trying to wrap his head around the fact that it would be wrong to harm someone who was trying to take him away from what made him happy. Someone which tried to directly harm him by taking away the love of someone he wanted so much, someone for whom he would give his life over and over millions and millions of times. He wanted to be selfish once, but that man forbade it, that man was the only one who got in the way.

No one else had done it, no one else had even dared to stand in front of him and say no, to deny him the fact that he was not going to be loved by her, least of him, least of all this man whom he had rarely seen, and who since the first time he saw how his hands ran over his darling's body, he only wanted to see him die again and again. He wanted to torture him in the most grotesque and inhuman ways imaginable or ever seen by a human being, but he would have to limit himself; He couldn't afford to be so cruel in front of his darling.

After what he considered a short period of time, he finally stopped; His hands stopped moving as did the corpse beneath him, the red liquid was pouring from his hands and he felt slightly disgusted by the fact that he had gotten so dirty, that he had allowed himself to make such a mistake and not be more cautious. But that didn't matter anymore, I didn't care if anyone discovered this, he didn't care if someone else tried to stop him along the way because he knew that he knew at that moment that he was going to eliminate him, it didn't matter if they were his adoptive brothers or even the clan he dared to call family, he was willing to take on everyone if it meant holding her in his arms, if it meant receiving even a little love from her or even a simple kiss on the cheek, then he would.

Of course he forgot to mention the fact of how terrified she was, the trembling that was in her body and the babbles of inconsolable crying and cries for help echoed throughout the place like an empty echo, but it was just that; an empty echo, in an area abandoned by the gods.

Just knowing that he fixed his gaze on her, she knew that her fate was doomed; she was never strong enough to win even a beginner in the Lin Kuei clan, then it was much less likely that she would be able to even make Tomas take a step back.

So the only option was to try to escape, but even that was useless; She didn't have any special abilities that made her stand out. And that same lack of ability was what made her believe that she was going to have a quiet life, far from any kind of danger. And it was a shame for her and those around her to know that just relating to a single person had doomed her entire existence, something as grotesque as being reduced to a mere object, as being reduced to someone's property, and much more from a man who was so sick that he wanted to separate her from everyone, and have her only for himself.

While his hurried footsteps echoed throughout the forest in an almost deaf way, she had blurry images of the last time she had seen him before this fateful day, she had denied him being her partner since she had already entered into the relationship. with someone she truly loved, and she was not willing to submit to such torture as being with someone she did not love, much less someone who had already had aggressive tendencies towards other people or even towards her if she did not accept what she did. that he asked for.

And when she had denied him, he just walked away without saying a single word, she thought that he would be fine, that he was just going to feel a little down for a couple of weeks and then he would be back to his normal self, or even might even to find someone else, someone who would truly love him. But that was not possible, much less due to the fact that he was already willing to do anything before proposing, and now that he had already passed and had nothing to lose, he only had to take one last risk.

And that risk was the most extreme and horrendous of all but he was willing to do it. Even if his soul wished with all his heart not to, he was already too corrupted by the idea that she truly loved him, and that this was just a mere stage of denial.

The sobs only made the journey longer and more painful, the images and memory of the man's voice asking for help and giving his last breaths like a pig about to be dismembered only caused the cries to become stronger, more painful and generating more irritation and weight in her chest, and mainly, in her soul.

But she didn't get very far and noticed it when blood began to flow from her leg.

The feeling of being stabbed was an idea that had always crossed his mind, it was mainly because he had never experienced such a display of aggression due to the pacifism in her village and in her world in general, and now that she felt it, the only she wanted to die. She just wanted her heart ripped out and finally rest in peace; She didn't know if it was mainly because of the context or the fact that it was as horrible as having a tooth pulled, or because of how deep the knife had gone, but if there was one thing she was sure of, it was that the muscle in her left calf had never I would be the same again.

Her legs landed against the ground, she had to feel like small leaves were what cushioned her fall with small twigs and stones generating some pain and discomfort, then her thighs fell. And the last thing she remembered was the impact of her head against the ground, taking into account the contact against a pile of dirt, which was the only thing that functioned as a pillow for her face, even generating a small feeling in her of drowsiness, thinking that maybe she was going to wake up from that dream, that maybe and just maybe all this death and all this spilled blood was just a product of her twisted imagination.

And when she opened her eyes, the nightmare had only taken a new form, as if it had evolved.

Her hands wrapped around her with a rope very firmly behind her lower back, her ankles chained together, being joined by a chain to which she was heavy just to move. And a room whose setting only reminded her of Tomas, but something was different.

She had already known the gray-haired man as someone organized, quite calm and someone she admired because she always dreamed of being someone as organized or soft as him. However, when she looked around and thought that it was obviously her room, she only saw the dust and certain remains of clothing which she recognized as hers, stored and organized in a poor way, folded in a hasty and poorly organized manner, even reaching to protrude or fall to the ground.

The first time she had heard about this room was from a close friend of hers, who always described it as well organized or always clean. So it was surprising to her to know what had happened to her. Was this the effect that had been a symptom of her obsession?

She was immersed in her thoughts, she heard the footsteps outside the room on the other side of the door, knowing that it wouldn't be long before he returned, and her heart began to beat much faster at the simple thought of that he would return to make her God knows what.

But he hadn't shown up, he hadn't shown up for a few hours, a plate of food in his hands with a drink in his other hand.

He was quite gentle, being friendly, even smiling nervously a couple of times when she least expected it. A grimace between his lips only clashed with the fact of what had happened just a day ago, as if he had changed his personality, as if this was not the Tomas she had met that day.

As she chewed her food, her vacant gaze met his, and in response he smiled goofily, sometimes asking if she needed anything else. He acted like a husband worried about his wife, and that thought only wrinkled the young woman's heart from the disgust she felt.

But she didn't say anything, she couldn't open her mouth unless it was to stuff another piece of food into her lips.

You want to know why?

Because she was afraid of him.

And the worst thing was that she felt so insignificant next to him.

She knew what he was capable of, but even having her body and soul in her hands, knowing that he had the possibility of harming her, using her and killing her whenever she wanted, she He never touched her.

The only time she did it was before asking if she wanted to do it. And they were things as minimal as a hug or caressing her hair.

Oh yes, he wanted a lot of affection too.

As the days went by, it became customary for him to ask if she wanted a hug or a kiss. And although at first she flatly refused to let him even dare to lay a finger on her, as time went by she only agreed from time to time, after all, she was human too. And she also longed to feel the warm feeling of being hugged and loved by someone.

And well, while she never developed feelings for him, she learned not to be so afraid of him. More than anything because of how he behaved with her.

Sometimes he brought her gifts, like clothes or things that she liked, and on her birthday he would take her out for a walk around the area. Let's not even talk about how she behaves in difficult times for him.

Sometimes he just asks to lay her head on his darling's lap and rest, even if is under the illusion that she really loves him, and that she clings to him as much as he clings to her.

Sometimes the woman notices that he's lost, or even regrets certain things, but when she asks him, he never responds with something like "Oh right, I discovered that what I do is wrong, now I free you <;3", but she knew that it would take too long when those repressed thoughts inside his heart explode, and she would have to know how to take advantage of that moment.

He is sweet and sometimes even so sweet that it makes her sick, and very rarely she can figure out why he refuses to let her go, but she also doesn't want to know more than she already knows.

He loves her, and that's the only information she has about it.

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crooked-haven · 1 month

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BTS Reaction | You’re Jungkook’s Girlfriend

➭ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X (F) Reader

➭ Genre: Reaction

➭ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental. Also this is my work so please don’t steal!

➭ By: Serendipity_haven (Taexxgukkie & Crooked-haven)

Word Count: 0.5k

“This is Y/N my girlfriend I told you about” Jungkook holds your hand as his band members stare at you in awe. They have never met one of their maknae’s girlfriends before, this one must be serious. You looked at each of them individually and smiled warmly.

Jimin: Excited. I feel like he would be the first one to introduce himself, give you a big hug and even compliment you on either your hair color or your outfit. He would then probably show you embarrassing photos of Jungkook throughout the years and Jungkook would probably get all embarrassed and shy about it.

Taehyung: Quiet but friendly, probably watching you from afar for awhile before actually introducing himself. I view him as super chill and down to earth, so he would more than likely start small talk or introduce you to his Yeontan, maybe even take a few selfies with you and of course Jungkook.

Jhope: Another hugger, but not as much as Jimin. He would probably ask you if you dance or sing and then show you some of his dance moves. He is a ray of sunshine so he probably makes a few jokes that makes you feel more comfortable. I also feel like he would be the one to comment on your beauty.

Namjoon: Simple handshake, maybe even a side hug if you’re lucky. I view him as super mature he would probably ask you semi personal questions but nothing too intrusive, it’s just small talk to get to know you better. You would have to get to know him more to get more of a “reaction” out of him.

Yoongi: Another quiet one, but this time I feel like he would wait until you introduced yourself or until Jungkook introduced him to you. I think he would smile warmly at you and say something along the lines of nice to meet you or maybe he would tease Jungkook about how much he talks about you to get the spotlight off of him.

Jin: I feel like he would introduce himself as world wide handsome and then probably talk about himself or something that catches his interest. Maybe ask you who your bias is, and why it’s not him. Then go about his day, but not in a rude way.

A/N:

This was my first reaction ever so I hope you enjoyed it<3

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short-yandere-stories · 1 year

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Merry Christmas! I’ve been busy with some final exams and writing on the upcoming chapters of a long commission, but I figured I’d take some time for a short drabble or something as a little Christmas gift for you guys until I can properly get back into dealing with the requests.

So here we have some headcanons/drabbles of yandere Genshin Impact characters and how they would celebrate Christmas. There are so many characters so this is something I literally spun a character wheel for (rerolling the children) because I couldn’t decide on what characters to pick.

CW: Yandere (obviously), mentions of kidnapping, stalking, bondage, forced shows of affection (non-con affection), non-con kissing, slightly suggestive content, one (1) kiss is consentual, kazuha has straight up murdered some guy, decapitation, reference to the movie ‘seven’, Hu Tao’s is just wholesome for some reason, contemplation of murder, power imbalance and blackmail.

This is a yandere work. Proceed at your own risk and please be mindful of your triggers.

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An Obsessive Christmas

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Kaeya has not had a happy Christmas ever since that faithful day when his brotherly ties with Diluc were severed.

He spends most Christmases never really feeling festive or partying. His colleagues have all come to the conclusion that he just wants to be alone during the holidays, and leave him be in his office (leaving a small gift, but nothing extravagant as he doesn’t want gifts).

If anyone would spend their Christmas Eve walking past the Knights of Favonius’ headquarters, and just happen to look up, they would see Kaeya sitting in the window, bottle of wine in hand, looking longingly in the direction of the winery.

So it comes as a huge surprise to all his coworkers when Kaeya is suddenly super excited about Christmas one year.

He’s happily strolling around wearing a Santa Hat, buying mistletoe from Flora, and getting Marjorie’s assistance in finding a gift.

Jean extends an offer for him to celebrate with them this year, but he declines with a bright smile, saying that he already has plans.

He doesn’t elaborate, and Jean and Lisa whisper about if it’s a partner or if he and Diluc have made up.

Once work is finished, and Kaeya slips into his apartment, dusting off the snow, he’s practically giddy with excitement.

You’re just where he left you this morning, asleep in the huge armchair in front of the fireplace, which was still burning.

Adorning your body was bright red ribbon, tying you both to the armchair, rendering you unable to move your limbs, and, of course, wrapping you like a present for the Cavalry Captain.

“I’m home, sweetheart,” he coos, placing a kiss to the crown of your head, gently waking you up. The fluffy white ball on the hat tickles your cheek, making you let out a disgruntled murmur before blinking your eyes open.

Kaeya does his best to ignore the way he sees your eyes drop when they land on him, realizing that you’re still here.

Kaeya proceeds to move your body, making sure not to unwrap his gift just yet, sliding onto the armchair beneath you and setting you in his lap.

“Merry Christmas. It’s been a while since I’ve been so happy during this time of year, and it’s all because of you,” he said, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“How about we eat some nice dinner together before we unwrap our gifts, hm?”

His hand travels over your body, resting high up on your thigh.

“Or do you not want to wait?” he whispers, lips touching your neck softly.

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Usually, Childe celebates the holidays back at home with his family, but this year, he is stuck in Liyue by orders of the Tsaritsa.

This, of course, hasn’t stopped him from sending a ship headed back home loaded with far too many gifts for his younger siblings.

And, well, his orders techinically didn’t include a clause forbidding him from coming home during Christmas, but it was a great excuse to use in the apologetic letter sent back home to his family.

While you had been a lot more well-behaved lately, he did not trust you to meet his family yet. While you might not do anything, it would be highly risky, and that is not in the festive spirit!

Childe hurries to wake you up on Christmas morning with some freshly cooked traditional Snezhnayan Christmas breakfast, looking at you with such puppy eyes that you can’t help but at least try it.

You know your captor is more on edge than usual since he can’t see his family, and you don’t want to risk making a move that will cause him to snap.

He’s just as giddy as a little kid, putting present upon present on top of your blanket in the bed, grinning ear to ear as you open them one by one.

There are so many gifts that you feel dwarfed in the huge bed towards the end of the unwrapping, piles of expensive items everywhere.

You thank him, trying to sound as genuinely grateful as you can, and you apologize for not really having any gifts for him since you haven’t really been allowed outside.

But he doesn’t mind, saying that getting to spend Christmas with you is a gift enough in itself.

Hopefully soon, you’ll be able to meet his family as well!

You spend most of Christmas cuddled up in his arms -- he barely wants to let go of you for even a moment, telling you stories, snuggling and talking about how happy he is that he’s got you.

On a whim, you pause, and turn to face him.

He looks at you, soft smile on his face and one eyebrow crooked in question.

“I have a gift for you,” you manage, watching his eyes crinkle in joy.

Before he can open his mouth to joke, you lean forwards and press your lips against his.

The kiss lasts for just a second before you pull back and look away, but her immediately holds you tighter, whispering about how long he’s waited for you to do that and you can’t help but wonder if you just made a fatal mistake.

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Kazuha hasn’t had time for Christmas since he began to roam the wilds, running away.

But there is something comforting to him, watching you celebrate with your friends, hidden out of your sights.

The wind flows around him, bringing your laughter, and the smell of treats.

He watches you closely, a soft smile on his lips as you open the gifts from your friends.

How he wishes he could be in there next to you...

But he can’t yet.

For now, he’s just a rustle of leaves following you.

Albeit not for long.

As you pull out a perfectly wrapped square box, your friends look confused.

Their reaction makes sense. After all, he was the one who put it there.

You read the note slipped underneath the ribbon atop the box, and Kazuha watches your minute reactions with glee.

You look so adorable when you look confused and slightly scared.

But it’s okay. He wouldn’t hurt you!

You just don’t know him yet. Once you do, you’ll look back on this moment with joy, he’s certain of it.

Slowly, you unwrap the gift and open the box -- only to let out a scream and crawl backwards on your hands and knees.

Kazuha pouts mockingly.

Weren’t you happy to see the head of your missing friend? You were so sad that he couldn’t make it to celebrate with you this year.

“No matter,” Kazuha thinks to him, eyes glued to your crying and shaking form, seeing one of your friends holding you.

You’ll soon have someone far better in your life than that so-called “friend”.

He promises.

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The director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was never really one for Christmas.

Despite her very joyful outlook on everything, she actually found the whole thing pretty dull.

People tended to avoid her no matter the time of year, which she tried not to beat herself up about, but sometimes it was difficult.

Seeing everyone with their families, so happy with each other made her miss her grandfather even more.

Imagine her surprise, when on Christmas, just as she’d started to walk through the city, you’d stumbled up to her.

With a wide smile, you’d extended a small, wrapped gift, wishing her a merry Christmas.

Dumbfounded, she’d asked if the gift was really meant for her, feeling tears forming in the corners of her eyes at your affirmation.

Looking down at your small basket, you bid her farewell, running off to locate your next reciever of the gifts you had.

Hu Tao opened the gift, admiring the hand-carved plum-tree flower, matching the ones on her hat, hanging on a necklace.

Looking up, she saw you in the distance, handing a gift to someone else.

Your kindness was really something else, she thought, trying to ignore the painful sting of jealousy in her chest.

Maybe it would be better if the only person you showed your kindness to was her.

You should have known what you were getting into, associating yourself with the eccentric woman.

Hu Tao turns around on her heel, immediately walking back to the funeral parlor.

It seems like she will have some more discounts to hand out very, very soon.

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As the leader of the Qixing, there are few things she wants that she doesn’t already have.

And Ningguang only sees that which she has yet to obtain as a challenge, rather than an obstacle.

Your affections was one of those few things.

She already had you in her possession, stuck inside the Jade Chamber with no way to leave it yourself, but having you stay willingly and happily was another matter.

Christmas would be the perfect time to try to change that, Ningguang decided.

But to her dismay, the luxorious food and extravagent gifts she gave you for Christmas did nothing to change your mind.

You’d said, in a quiet voice, that all you really wanted was to go home.

And that, Ningguang could never allow.

With a sigh, she braids her clawed fingers together, switching tactics.

You hear of how simple it would be to make your parents’ business collapse.

How easily she could have your friends evicted and thrown out.

And you are quickly reminded of the ruthlessness and coldness that rests in those beautiful eyes of hers.

You’re not sure when tears started falling down your face, not until Ningguang reaches out, gently wiping them away.

But it’s okay, she assures you. She can keep all of that from happening if you do but one thing for her.

Realizing that there is no way out of this finely crafted golden cage she’s prepared for you, you couldn’t help but sob, falling forwards into her embrace.

She’d comfort you, talk about how happy she’d make you if you let her...

And you were happy that you couldn’t see the satisfied smile on her face as she held you.

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darkbluekies · 1 year

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Only Mine

Mafia leader!yandere OC x Y/N

Summary: you're falling apart and the only one that can help you is the very same mafia leader that caused you this fright. You refuse to ask him for help. But when you get desperate, you seem to have no other choice.

Warnings: threats, manipulation, slightest hint of suggestive, mentions of death, possessiveness

Word count: 0.8k

The nights when you can't sleep are the worst. You hate the feeling that grow in your chest everytime it happens. You need someone's arms around you to avoid you falling apart. Bits and pieces of you are flaking off, fragments falling to the wooden floor. What happens if you wait too long? Will there be nothing left of you? What shell is it thats falling off? The one that resists Silas? Or the one that makes you, you. Whatever part of you it is, you don't want to lose it. You'll have to call for him.

Shakily you pull yourself out of the comforting satin sheets and head for the door. Trying to open it is no use. It's locked. However, you know that there are two guards on the other side. Silas has your safety on the top of his priority lists. He's an odd character you can't understand. Maybe you don't want to. Instead, you knock gently, regretting it right away. Too late to back out now.

"Yes, miss?" one of the guards asks as he meets your pleading, shameful eyes.

"I-I ...", you start, but close your mouth again. Your cheeks burn.

"Are you alright?" the other guard asks

"I need to see Silas."

"You can't, the boss is in a meeting-"

Panic starts to fill your body. You have to see Silas! Who knows how long you have until every piece of you have disappeared? It's pathetic and you know it, but you can't stop it. Your fogged up mind needs someone to hold before you break and the only one you know in this house is Silas. Those weeks down in the basement really messed you up.

"I have to meet him!" you raise your voice.

"That isn't possible."

You try pushing yourself through the two unreasonable men. They grab you and push you back. You're not going to leave the bedroom. Their fingers bury in your skin.

"Let me go!" you shout. "Don't touch me!"

"Get back in your room now-"

"What's going on here?"

The voice makes the three of them look towards the end of the corridor. Silas is walking towards them like a giant. His body language alone is enough to frighten them.

"Let my girl go or I'll cut your hands off", Silas warns them.

They let you go at once. You stumble backwards and start walking back into the bedroom. You run your hand through your hair and take a deep breath. Silas pushes through into the bedroom, giving the guards a nasty look. He closes the door behind him, muttering something about them not going to live long. You suddenly feel bad and that your own worries doesn't matter as much. It suddenly feels so stupid to risk the guards lives just because you're a pathetic little bitch.

"What happened, baby?" the mafia leader asks and walk over to you. "Why did you need me?"

"I just feel ... lonely ... I guess ...", you mutter. "But now I kind of regret it all. You're not actually going to hurt them, right?"

"Of course I will. They laid their filthy hands on you."

"They tried to stop me from leaving the room you told me to stay in."

Silas sighs and rolls his eyes. You sit down on the bed and tilt your head slightly, finding it amusing how he can't take his own words.

"Don't look at me like that, little girl unless you want to end up in the basement again", he warns.

You look down in your lap again and swallow. Silas walk over to you and sink down on his knees in front of you. He leans his head on your knees and looks up at you.

"What did you want?" he asks with a playful hint in his eyes. "Do you want me to make you feel good? Have you finally come to your senses?"

"That was not it."

"It wasn't?"

He seems genuinly surprised. You fumble over your words. Why would he think ...?

"I want a hug", you say.

"A hug? That's easy."

He stands up and embraces you in his strong arms. You hate how he makes you feel at ease for now, hate how he's gotten into your head. You lean your head against his shoulder. Tomorrow, you'll resent him again, you promise yourself. But for tonight, you need him close to fill the horrifying void in your heart. Tomorrow, you'll come to your senses.

"My pretty girl", he murmurs against your hair. "Only mine. Say it. Say that you're only mine."

"I'm only yours", you whisper, not believing your own words but say them to avoid pain.

"And the fuckers that try to take you from me will be heavily punished. No one touches what's mine. Look at you, so sweet and fragile. I knew I made a right choice taking you." He caresses your hair. "Just sleep, baby. I will hold you."

And that's where you fall asleep that night. You hope it'll be the last time you fall asleep in his arms, but you know it won't. Now that he's understood that you need him for something else rather than pleasure, he will make sure to treasure you like you were his own little porcelain doll. Only safe in his arms.

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yandere-writer-momo · 1 month

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Yandere Short Stories:

Let Me In

Yandere Francis Mosses (Doppelgänger) x GN Reader

Swish. Swish.

You leaned back as your foot steadily rocked the cushioned seat of your desk chair from side to side. It was yet another boring day of being the doorman for this apartment complex. Yet you couldn’t help the shudder run down your spine from time to time since you constantly felt under surveillance. Then again, perhaps you were going slightly insane from working such long hours in such a narrow space? There was no way someone would stalk you of all people… right?

You let out a low chuckle at your thoughts. You recently felt as if your days melt together. It was the same routine every single day. Stop the doppelgängers from entering the apartment complex. Check their IDs and entry requests. Call their room. You were tired of this consistent repetitive pattern! You wanted some excitement for once-

“Hello.” You jumped to attention when a handsome man stood before you. Your eyes nearly shot out of your head at the blood that stained his face. Was it macabre of you to find that attractive. “I just got off work and I’d like to call it a day in my apartment.”

“Y-you have a little.” Your breath hitched when he wiped the blood off with his thumb and gave you the faintest of smiles.

“Ah. I hadn’t realized I made a mess earlier. Thank you.” The man then handed you his ID and entry request. Francis Mosses was it? He was indeed a looker and his ID checked out… but he wasn’t on today’s list.

“I’m sorry, Francis. You’re not on the list today-“ you scream when he slammed his hands on the window. His half-lidded eyes now wide open and bloodshot. This man no longer looked like an angel, but rather a demon. A demon that would no doubt rip you apart and swallow you whole.

“I’m not on the list? I’m sure you could let me in.” You quickly push the emergency button but his large hands grab the metal doors before you can shut them completely. You gulp when you spot the veins bulging from his gray hands. “Haven’t you been bored lately? You always look so lonely at your desk… I’m sure I could show you a good time.”

Well, Francis wasn’t wrong- no! You can’t endanger the residents! You dialed the D.D.D’s number with haste which made the doppelgänger sigh.

“Fine! Have it your way.” Francis casted you one last look. “But I will be back. And you will let me in. Remember, I’m always watching.”

You deflated like a ballon and sunk back into your chair. Your body felt as if your bones had completely melted from how scared you were… you’ve never encountered such an aggressive doppelgänger before…

“You have contacted the D.D.D. A group of agents has been sent to your building.” The garbled voice on the other end of the line brought you back down to reality.

You sighed and leaned forward to put your face in your palms. What on earth did Francis mean that he would always be watching?

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