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#tw: obsession
blushfwul · 3 months
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꒰synopsis: cyno your lover, was not the man that you'd thought he would be or cyno showing you his true form once he knew that you were in danger. ꒱
yandere!cyno x fem! reader, nsfw, feral cyno, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of blood, mating press, p → v , lots of kissing, creampie wc: 2.1k
a/n: my piece for cella's @gojoath , eat your heart out ♡ tysm for hosting such an amazing collab luvie ! i enjoyed writing this so much! ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა
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"found you." he whispered with gritted teeth.
he fixes his gaze on your form. tied down with your mouth gagged surrounded by eremites. the eremites who dared to kidnap you in the first place, his lover, his one and only.
when he caught wind of your absence, he lost his composure. the general mahamatra himself was a composed man, he seemed cool and collected even in situations in which he was about to give judgment to those who deemed to fight it.
but this was more than just capturing the criminals who dared to capture you because he knows they did it out of spite. he knew that he had his own enemies due to his title and he didn't care about it at all.
all he cared about was you. only you.
cyno understood your nature, knew your personality, your quirks, your likes and dislikes before you even got to see him. before you two became lovers.
he knew all of that because he was always watching you, in the shadows, his eyes would never leave from yours whenever he caught your presence.
surely it was fate, he knew, felt it inside of him when he first saw you, that you were going to be his. your paths were bound to come across each other. so when he finally got the opportunity to help you on your first mission back then when you first stepped foot in sumeru, he made sure that you'd always bumped in each other's presence.
you see it as an accident or maybe a coincidence, but it was all his plan to get close to you and that was not all in vain because in the end, you were finally his.
it was hard for him to not let his composure crack around you, he needed to hide his true nature, he couldn't let you see the real him after all. so even if he wanted to chain you to him, to let you stay beside him, he swallowed that vile churn inside to make you happy. you were an adventurer at heart, so cyno as the perfect lover he is in your eyes, didn't stop you from your commissions.
but this? this right now was happening. his mind clouded by those dark thoughts of his over and over again, telling him that it was his fault because it was a mistake in his part to agree with your plan to let you off the hook, to let you free from his grasp while you continue taking commissions from other people.
as much as he loves you, he so as much want to eradicate those people vying for your attention. how dare they. always calling you for assistance. could they not handle it themselves?
he dropped his own responsibility back in the akademiya when he felt that you were taking a while to get back from your recent mission. which he knew that it was about getting a precious item back from a researcher at the akademiya that was stolen from the eremites.
it didn't take him long to track you down, to track them down just near the valley of dahri.
he knew that he was supposed to bring the criminals back to judge them properly, but this was you on the line. your precious life, his precious life, that they'd bump into.
cyno may be a man of duty and discipline from the eyes of those who knew him, but with you, he was willing to embrace the madness within.
without another second, cyno leaps above the mountains with such ferocity that the eremites didn't have time to react or even sense his presence.
"through me, justice is served!"
he continuously attacks the eremites one by one, taking them down with such power that they stand no chance against his wrath.
they didn't even stand a chance in the first place.
blood was all over him, he could feel it, along his skin as he lashed out over and over. his eyes caught your shocked expression from his peripheral view, fuck, he knew you might have been scared by his true nature by now but he didn't stop. he chose not to. these criminals dared to take you away from him. so he was returning the favor by taking away their lives. they deserved the total judgment, the wrath of the general mahamatra himself.
when he was done, the eremites bodies' fell one by one, blood was spluttered around the scene, he didn't as much took another glance at the bodies beneath him, his breath labored but his attention was solely on you and your now shaking form.
he didn't speak after that, not even asking how you were doing at the moment when he untied the ropes. after witnessing him practically slaughtering the eremites in front of your own eyes, he became rigid, he was scared that you'd pulled away when he inched his hand to let you know that he was going to carry you back, but his muscles relaxed even a bit when you didn't shy away from him. he took that as a sign to finally carry you in his arms.
you two didn't utter a single word to each other, not until you finally got home to aaru village. he had his own abode back in the akademiya, but this was truly your home with him. there were stares when you two got back, the villagers eyeing his form and you in his arms, but they didn't dare to question at all.
he was still the ever gentle cyno that you knew, placing you gently on the mattress of your shared bedroom before sneaking his way out to wash his hands. the water slowly made the red on his skin wash away.
cyno knew he needed to clear his head before talking to you but when he stepped back in and you were still patiently waiting for him to come back, your eyes looking up at his form and meeting his gaze made his frenzy come back.
he wanted.. no— needed you right now.
when you opened just a fraction of your mouth to finally utter something, he was like a predator, quickly silencing your words with the warmth of his lips. pinning you down on the bed with his form, his hands quick to tear your clothes away, which he also knew that there were splotches of red around your clothes from earlier.
he waited for you to push him away but when you didn't, he continued kissing you like a man starved. like you were the air that he needed to breathe because he would suffocate if he didn't get a taste of you.
this cyno was beyond feral. the intensity of his gaze on you as you both pulled away from the kiss was evident.
one thing led to another and now he was slamming into you like he was afraid that you'd disappear from him in that moment. his body pressing on yours as he was now putting you into a mating press.
"fuck, p- please tell me that you're real angel. please , please. ." there was something vulnerable amidst the intensity of it all.
he knew that you were alive in his arms right now but he needed to hear your words, your voice, he wanted to envelop himself with your warmth, your scent, to hear the beat of your heart against his.
he was also afraid, of facing the truth of knowing the truth that would later come out. what if you were truly afraid after witnessing such horror. with the him that he so tucked away so that it couldn't taint your light?
you were too innocent, too nice, too sweet, like an angel. his angel. and he couldn't fathom what he'd do if you left him. he'd do anything to keep you.
even as you were clearly dazed as each of his thrusts sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, your moans blending with the sounds of his hips slapping against yours.
"not leaving cyno .. no- nhnn ! aah , i'm here. r- right here." you didn't hesitate to reach out and cup his cheek to reassure him that you weren't leaving him at all.
when he finally heard you speak, he finally released all of his desires to consume you. he badly needed to feel you more. he craved for more.
your moans were now turning into whines as he felt you cumming around his cock without even warning him. but he didn't need that. he wanted to keep going. "cyno! p -please.. c-cant.." your broken moans filled the room as he kept on ramming inside of you.
as he watches you writhe beneath him, your moans and whines music to his ears. the way your body responds to his relentless pounding only ignites his carnal hunger further.
"please? can't what, angel?" he quickens his pace, his hips slamming against yours with a brutal force, causing your body to jolt with every thrust. cyno takes pleasure in the way your tight walls grip and pulse around him, the fervor of your orgasms driving him closer to the edge.
"can't take it anymore?" he growls, burying his face on the crook of your neck as he nips at your skin. "sorry angel, but i need you to feel me more okay?"
your broken moans and whimpers fueling his desire. he's determined to push you to your limits, to leave you trembling and utterly spent beneath him.
"-cant ! please.. cynoo !! i c-came so much already.. aahn!"
"i'll give you what you want, angel," he whispers.
his words send shivers down your spine as his lips collide with yours again, but instead of a soft, gentle kiss, he devours you with a hunger that leaves you breathless. his tongue dances with yours, exploring every crevice of your mouth, his teeth nipping at your swollen lips, a hint of pain mixing with the pleasure.
cyno revels in the taste of you, savoring the way your lips yield to his, the way your body arches beneath him, desperate for more.
he breaks the kiss, leaving you gasping for air, your lips swollen and needy. his eyes burn with an insatiable hunger as he gazes down at you, his voice dripping with desire.
"now, angel, let me show you what it means to be truly devoured."
devoured by him and him only.
"oh please! please please cum with me.. cynoo cum with me.. cumming again!!"
when his eyes meet yours, you could vaguely see that wicked smile playing on his lips as he feels your body trembling around him, pulled into the throes of another orgasm. he relishes in the raw pleasure that courses through your veins, your moans and mewls filling the air, driving him to the edge of his own release.
"fuck, angel," he groans, his voice laced with primal desire. "you want me to cum with you? to fill you up, mark you as mine?"
a flash of the eremites again made its way into his thoughts, their filthy hands must have touched you as they've tied that rope around your wrist. it was sickening. his head spinning again. he wanted to replace their vile doings with his love, with this, making you solely focused on him and him only.
his grip on your wrists tightens as he thrusts deeper into your pulsating pussy, his cock throbbing with the intensity of his impending orgasm. the sensation of your tight walls gripping him, coupled with your desperate pleas for his release, pushes him over the edge.
a guttural grunt escapes his lips as he finally succumbs to the irresistible ecstasy, his warm and thick seed shooting deep inside you. he could feel the sensation of his cum flooding your fluttering walls, claiming you as his own.
"that's it, angel," releasing your wrists and cupping your face. "feel my cum filling you up.."
as cyno presses his lips to yours once more, he continues to grind his hips against yours, ensuring his cum is spread all over your insides.
he knew you both needed to talk things over about what happened earlier but he wanted to cherish this moment with you more.
cyno knew that he wouldn't let you out of his grasp again. rules be damned.
he might be crazy but he was doing it out of pure love. it was for your sake after all. and he heard you loud and clear, you were not going anywhere even if you finally got to see that side of him.
you were truly an angel.
and he'd do anything to keep it that way. to keep you by his side. to not let the same mistake again to ensure your safety.
cyno wanted nothing more than to consume you over and over again.
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ⓒ blushfwul interactions of any kind is much appreciated ♡
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diejager · 2 months
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Crediting @cobwebs-in-autumn for the prompt
Simon Says Cw: stalking, protective!Simon, collar, pet names, obsession, tell me if I missed any.
Part 3
“ ‘Tis Simon?”
His low rumble left his throat, deep and domineering. This was the voice that scared Johnny so much? It was almost laughable how corny and cocky the other person sounded, the drawl in their voice when they said his name. They sounded too comfortable and too familiar to be a coincidence, to be an act out of pure coincidence (SImon knew it wasn’t, not with the dozens of calls made in the past week alone, or the scarily precise quirks and details about Johnny).
He glared out the living room’s window, a growl lashing out to the caller, searching for any signs of being watched. He didn’t necessarily know what he was looking for, knowing neither what nor who he was glaring at. If he went by the voice he was listening to, he’d imagine a man, perhaps broad and strong like him, or small and lean like Johnny. His eyes scanned the front porch, then he turned to the kitchen, stalking his way to stare out the glass panels, the light in the backyard porch out just like the rest of the house. It left their home dark and moody, eerily silent when Johnny wasn’t chatting his ears off.
“What are you doing, kitten?” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair, cut short and choppy, utilitarian despite fitting him so well, turning his rugged and haunted face into something enviable —handsome.
He heard a click from the other side, before they spoke up, a cheeky laugh ringing in his ear.
“Having fun, like you told me to, Si.”
“You’re having a bloody amazing time, aren’t you.”
He knew you were nodding, hearing your clothes rustling with the vigorous act, and your sweet, sweet laugh that made his knees weak. He knew you were doing this as per his plans - his orders - to spook Johnny, to have him fall further into his arms until he found the right time to introduce you to him, cementing you as the second pillar of normalcy and safety. You were strong and dependable, someone who he’d put his life on the line for, someone who he trusts with his whole being —just as you did with him, repaying him with a sick sense of devotion and love that he easily returned.
“Am I doing well, Si?”
He revelled in having the monopoly of both your attention, being the man that you and Johnny would come for affirmation, to feel accomplished and praised. He was drunk on this power you gave him, your breathy and whiny voice, asking for him to praise you with small gestures and words. You were the reason he left John half of the time, to find you in your little flat, collar tight around your neck and bell ringing when you greeted him at the door. Your little smile and skip in your step made his worst days brighter, turned the dark and haunting tolerable in his mind when Johnny was unavailable. You were an integral piece of his life that he needed to keep —needed to have.
“Wonderful, love,” he gave you the praise you so wanted, a small grin curling the corners of his lips when he found you crouching behind a bush, your white mask peeking over the greenery.
He loved your attire, a white mask mimicking the moment of a scream, curved cheek bones and a thin sheet covering both eyes and mouth. It was your way of feeling closer to him whenever he was away while you worked, dressing in tactical, yet aesthetically pleasing garments, completely black and grey to easily melt into the shadows. He watched you wave at him, fingers curling at him in a teasing greeting and the other holding your phone - the one he gifted you with - under your leather hood. If he stared hard and long enough, he’d be able to see the crease of pure pleasure and glee in your eyes, gleaming so brightly that it would’ve blinded him.
“I think it’s time, kit.”
You perked up at his words, body moving to show him your excitement and joy that he finally thought that it was time.
“Remember to lock the window when you’re out.”
“Of course! Of course!” You nodded eagerly, nearly falling on your hands and dropping the phone in your little dance, “See you tonight, Si.”
part 4
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jaylleoo14 · 3 months
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A little implied stalking and lightly implied obsessive behaviors + bonus drawings down below :) (but its cute and kinda fluffy!)
Hehehe wouldn’t it be cute to imagine a nerdy pathetic Jade? Ehehehehehe it’s so cute in my head, like just the image of Jade being your typical nerd who just fails to catch anyone’s attention compared to Floyd who’s flamboyant and flaming on the courts. Such a loser he is (but its so cute though!), he even goes to his own secluded place to sit by himself and eat lunch just to listen to the birds singing. But one day, he met someone. Someone who was kind to him and actually engaged in conversations with him (he is delusional and it was only because you two were grouped into a project one time). That person was you! He loved everything about you. The way you spoke so nicely and softly to him, he liked how happy you were when you smiled at him, he liked the way you would button up your shirt so neatly, the way you smelled, what perfume you used, which foot you would put on your shoes first, the way you'd fidget when you got nervous. All of you. He loved you, he adored you, he liked you, he had a big fat crush on you. So when Jade tries to approach you he just fails miserably and is left slightly stuttering and quiet. Floyd definitely hypes him up but he sees firsthand how embarrassing Jade is whenever he tries to talk to you. So Floyd proposes something to help Jade out. Number one, work his confidence! Floyd no doubt has admirers for his looks, but Jades his twin! Jade is just as hot! Take those big glasses off, do his hair more stylish and change up his look! Floyds groaning at how actually miserable Jade looks and it’s kinda sad to see him fumbling around whenever you’re around, but fear not! It’s time to take some lessons from Floyd so Jade can calculate that love meter of yours and have an exact answer on how to win it ;)
This is Jades punk era guys…. HIS PUNK ERA!!!! He is getting that tongue piercing, he is getting those piercings, he is getting that sexy bad boy look!!!! Ahhhh but look at him getting so shy now that he’s looking in the mirror. Jade has always wanted to try this aesthetic of clothing before, but can a nerd like him really pull it off? Floyd definitely slapped his back and reassured him everything would be alright, he just needs some spine and he’ll be fine! He’s made it his goal to try and ask you out because surely after all your conversations you’ve taken a liking to him even just a little, right? (Conversations as in a quick “hi” or “yeah it was nice seeing you too” or just listening in on his little informative and nerdy mumblings about his mushrooms, though he looked quite cute when he did so if you had to admit)
The day has come. Hes going to ask you out! Jade looks nothing like how he usually does. You know, like his usual khaki shirt saying "Kinoko" on it and his stiff blue jeans. His usual plain wear. But now hear he is, looking so much more stylish with that ripped collar and that spiked choker. Real or not, he even got his face and ears pierced. All this just for you. Jade has practiced his lines many times, looking in the mirror and studying his facial expressions. How to carry himself when he walks and most importantly, how to try and win your heart. He remembers all the things you like, and he went ahead and did the honors of getting familiar with them as well.
Ah! There you are, you were there putting your stuff away in your lockers. Look at you, standing there and looking so pretty and captivating even when you try not to be. You just capture his heart so much! Truly a shock to the heart. Calm down Jade, you have to carry this out; otherwise all this effort and practice will be for naught! As he makes his way he proceeds to take a deep breath to calm his nerves and proceeds to call out your name. As you turn towards the source you're a little shocked as to see who this person was. He goes up to you, and with a confident look on his face he goes and greets you. "Hi y/n, how are you?" Though still confused, you give this man a confused stare. "Uh, do I know you?"
The look on Jades face is full of shock and he deflates oh so easily after trying to put up a confident front. Floyd was out hanging with his bros and already did a run down on what to do. As Jade remembers them, he clenches his fists slightly and takes another intake of air through his nostrils. Fixing his posture back to how it was before, he gives you a somewhat timid and shy look; though he is trying to put up that brave front. "Its me.... Jade...Jade Leech." You can say that it was definitely a surprise, well he could tell - judging based on how you reacted that is. "J-Jade?! This is you?! You look so... So different! I mean, you look great! But, what's the special occasion? I mean, you always looked so plain and I didn't think you were into this kind of style." Your surprised and shocked response did make him ease up a little and a little chuckle comes out. "Hehe, thank you y/n. I appreciate it, really. Today is a special day for me actually, and I've always thought these types of clothing would suite me nicely. I'm glad you're pleased with the way I look." He looks so happy and pleased, its so obvious its like seeing him wag his tail happily.
"Oh I see, special how?" With your intrigued question, a little spark is flickered in his eyes. Here it goes, its all or nothing.
"Well you see... Today, i planned on telling you something rather important." He proceeds to take a step closer to you, you can sense that something is going on. As you take a step back, your eyes widen as you hear more on what he had to say. The halls were strangely empty, no one around. it was perfect, the evening sun shines its golden rays through the window and it hits Jades black leather back warmly. "Me?"
"Yes, you." Another step forward. At this point your back hits the lockers with a light metallic clatter, your eyes widening and sweat dripping as you ponder what words he plans to say. "You see, for awhile now there was something I wished to tell you. But I wasn't quite ready, until now that is." His hands slowly go to trap you in between his arms, leaning a bit closer to you to meet your eyes. He was making big moves and you were obviously left stunned. "Y/N, truth is, i've liked you a lot for awhile now. If you will, can I... Be yours to have?"
And well, the rest is up to you to imagine what happens afterwards. Do you accept his confession or do you turn him down? So many things can go down and leaving this open ended is so frustrating sometimes because it really does leave you wondering. Or perhaps you wanted a solid conclusion? Well, one thing for sure is, props for Floyd! He definitely played wingman for Jade, and to add definitely his stylist :3 Just imagine all the times Jade had practiced just to say those simple words to you hehehe, you better answer fast dear readers. Because with Jades new look he definitely has caught some eyes from other people around, not like he'll accept them anyways. Because he only has his heart set on you and you only <333
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Self-aware au
I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!
WARNINGS: Yandere, implied cannibalism, poison, vomiting, manipulation, obsession, murder, blood, posessiveness
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Your totally normal isekaid househusband
What can I say? Life is good
Ok, maybe the circumstances the two of you met are a bit... “unusual” to say the least but hey, your marriage is more than beautiful
You go to work, bring home the bread and butter and Trey is happily doing house chores all whilst baking cakes for you
Sometimes he even gives some of those cakes to the neighbors
For some weird reason he won't let you eat those but who am I to ask such things?
The two of you are absolute darlings to the old ladies of your place
Always behaving like the perfect couple, never fighting, never having any problems...
Although you two do get a bit stressed whenever someone asks how you met
I mean, it is a bit unbelievable to say “One day he literally fell from the sky through my roof leaving a huge hole behind. Yes, that is why I needed a new roof that one time.”
So it's always just like “He had a bakery in a town far away from here and we just met there.”
Trey is also great with the neighborhoods children
What else did you expect? The guy has siblings and even though he says “baking with love is nonsense” does not mean he is an emotionless rock
Ah yes, baking... for some reason he refuses to let you enter the kitchen on some days
But that is not important. Maybe he is just deep-cleaning the place. You know, keeping it clean. What is important though are the disappearances of some of your neighbors
That old creepy guy that had eyed you with that look in his eyes? Suddenly gone. But it's sad that the elderly lady who had always spoiled you with sweets, even though you were over the age of that typical stereotype, was also gone
You just hoped she had moved to another place and forgot to tell everyone about that... uh... rather unlikely but hope dies last
Lately you had seen light from the kitchen on some nights only for your dear spouse to come out before you could enter and send you back to bed
He was surely just busy. Ah, what luck you had, meeting him even though it should be impossible
You aren't the only one who thinks like that. He himself knows that your meeting goes against all the odds, and even more, him becoming your partner
Trey is a realistic person. He doesn't realize things so he is also aware that if it was you falling into his world you probably wouldn't even have taken notice of him
And oh, does he love your attention. So much in fact that he can't help but stare through the window at the noisy little bas- ahem, lovely neighbor from behind the curtains, molten gold drilling holes into their head
The first time he did it Trey had to vomit, the stench of iron and something that makes a human run away because it screamed their mortal demise clogged his nose
But he continued, in the morning he had a pretty cake
When he handed it to the older lady he almost felt guilty, then he remembered the time they stole from you which could be spend with him
Then he repeated the process the next evening
When you had asked him about the cake baking in the oven he had told you that it was not for you, a new recipe that he wanted to give another neighbor to try before giving it to you
Good thing you haven't found the bottle of rat poison in the back of the shelf. A special ingredient filled with love just for your neighbors. Isn't he such a great husband caring for the community?
Never for you though. Sorry, darling
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Short Prompt #1249
CW: one-sided relationship, kidnapping, unhealthy obsession.
“You’ve been such a bad little hero, haven’t you~?” the villain purred, trailing a finger down their captive’s jawline.
Hero flinched away as far as they could from the sickening touch, restricted in their movement by the chair they were tied to. They cringed as Villain stood behind them and suddenly grabbed their chin, forcing them to stare forward into the mirror.
With gritted teeth, the hero spat, “Let me go, you fucker! You’re insane! I’m not in love with you!”
The criminal merely giggled. “Darling, I know you enjoyed playing our little game of chase, but it had to end at some point~.” And like the flip of a switch, their expression soured. “If only you hadn’t cheated.”
“Agh! L-Let go!” Hero squirmed to free themself from the now-bruising grip, beads of blood inevitably trickling down their face.
Villain leaned in close and hissed, “Don’t worry, darling. I have just the right punishment in mind.”
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ashensgrotto · 5 months
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Weren't You Aware, Angelfish?
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Characters: Yandere!Azul x GN! Reader
Summary: You think it's a game, but it's much more than that…
Word Count: 3k
Author's Notes: A little background on this one; I actually really got into the Octavinelle Trio when the Little Mermaid event (which ran during third week of May in 2023) was going on following the live action film being released in theaters. At the time, I was also about midway through the "Merchant of the Depths" and was laughing at myself for the irony of participating in an event that matched the story I was reading. And I even received Azul’s SSR dorm card in the mirror summoning as well. 
Either way, I had come across a few head cannons and short stories of if the characters were actually aware of themselves being in a game and thought I'd take my own spin on it with Azul (I know there's a lot of these ones for this character - but you have to admit, the guy's got style).
Warnings: Obsession/manipulative behaviors, some bullying elements, self-aware
***This one is a softer Yandere than what I've done recently***
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"Oh, hey guys."
Azul blinked in surprise as a pair of (e/c) eyes peered out at him and the twins from under strands of (h/c).
It was the Ramshackle dorm prefect - and yet it wasn't.
Azul knew that he, among many others, were mere characters in a game called "Twisted Wonderland" - a battle simulation game that followed the stories of seven famous villains from a strange land called "Disney." The main character of the game was a character by the name of "Yuu," but each player had selected to choose a different name for their character depending upon their preferences and personalities - though Azul could never be certain if it was their real name or not.
This one just happened to go by the name (Y/C).
(Y/C) had appeared before them around a month ago, Azul had remembered a droning voice on speakers as the player before them shifted on a seat of metal, thier eyes looking towards the screen then away again before they closed the game. The other characters had been confused by it - usually a player would stay for a bit and work on the stories or do lessons when they first started. (Y/C), however, was shifty and nervous - they reminded Azul of a mouse that scuttled across the floors of the Ramshackle dorm, constantly stopping and looking around before continuing on its way. 
However, as things progressed, Azul quickly learned that (Y/C) was indeed a diligent player. 
He would hear them laugh at Ace and Deuce’s antics, mumble under their breath when they knew something was going to happen, and gap at each of the overblots as they happened. Azul quickly became interested in the player, moving to the front scenes as his turn to take the spotlight appeared. As they worked through his story, he found them to be… well, quite like him. They were crafty and cunning, all smiles and false confidence - a show they put on when they weren't alone. People fell for their charms like prey to an angular fish, their bright light luring them in until they snapped them up as per their job required. However, they struck good bargains with them - something that Azul had… never invested in.
Now, there was a special event that he and the tweels would be a part of - a special event for a revised film inspired by the life of the Great Sea Witch.
Azul looked on as (Y/C) shifted through the cards in thier possession, having selected Floyd first. They had received his dorm card about two weeks prior to the event, their excitement to raise its stats apparent in the forefront of thier mind. They filled the class, selecting Jade’s ceremonial robes card as well as Azul’s ceremonial robes card along with Cater and Rook's dorm uniform cards before heading into the class with Floyd with Azul watching on in curiosity.
"Something on your mind, Azul?" Jade asked him from his doorway, "You seemed to be watching our magicless prefect a bit more than normal."
Azul regarded his vicewarden with an arched brow, "Jade, I have no idea what you are talking about."
Jade smiled, his teeth peering out from behind his lips, “Azul, forgive me, but if I didn’t know any better… I’d say you were jealous.”
“Jealous?” Azul scoffed with a wave of his hand, “Who said anything of the sort?”
Jade crossed an arm around his middle as his other arm rested on top, his forefinger and thumb stroking his chin in thought, “Not that it makes any difference, but I’ve noticed you’ve been keeping quite a close eye on our player - quite the character, are they not?”
Azul shrugged, “I suppose so…”
“I bet you haven’t given a thought to knowing them outside of the game, though.”
Azul turned at the comment, his sea green eyes glowing with mischief as a tell-tale smile formed across his lips, “My dear Jade, have you and Floyd been up to something?”
Jade smiled in agreement, “Of course we have… would you like to hear?”
“I would indeed. Tell me what you know.”
Jade uncrossed his arms and folded his hands into his pockets, “Our player has only been playing for about a month, as you know well - and has obviously cleared three books of our game within that time frame. They like a good gamble here and there, but they understand when there’s a time for fun and a time for work - something you should learn in my opinion.”
“Yes, yes,” Azul waved his hand, “Whom is their current favorite?”
“It varies from day to day - though (Y/C)’s profile indicates that it is currently Malleus Draconia,” Jade answered, “However, based on their world… they do have a fascination for sea creatures.”
Azul frowned, “Their world?”
Jade nodded, “Every so often we’re given a glimpse of the player’s real world - their reality. (Y/C) currently lives with an ailing father and a mother that is trying to hold everything together. They’re a full time student in what they call ‘high school’ and works at a family restaurant part time as a waitress. They like spending time on social media, reading when not with us, and does a bit of sewing from my understanding.”
Azul rubbed his chin in thought, “Do they… play other games?”
“Several - (Y/C) has a very high social media presence and has been gaining followers over the course of several years, speciallizing in strategic battle games and, apparently, even romance games,” Jade answered, “However… (Y/C)’s very shy and keeps to themselves quite a bit. From my understanding, they’re not exactly… well-liked by the other students at the school they attend. (Y/C) often eats alone and prefers the company of fictional characters or those online to those in their world.”
“Not well-liked? (Y/C)’s well-liked here!” Azul answered in confusion.
“Perhaps, but we all eventually become attached to our player - they’re the star of their own story here, after all,” Jade agreed, “And (Y/C)’s practically the same in their world - kind, supporting, caring… but is an outcast.”
“Care to explain why?”
Jade shakes his head, “I wish I could tell you, Azul - but even I am not certain why that is.”
Azul squeezed his lips in thought before turning to Jade, “Is there a way we can dig into more about our player?”
“There might be something within the profile, but a chance at looking into the outside world? That is a one in a million chance of happening. I was given a glance when (Y/C) was using me for a battle - but it was very short. The rest of the information I gathered was from other characters - specifically Cater who has been with them the longest. You know how he will speak for a chance at gaining more followers.”
Azul chuckled with a smile, “Excellent work, Jade. For the time being, I’d like to find out as much as you can about our player - Floyd, if he’s in the mood, will probably want to know more about ‘shrimpy’ as well, get him in on the search too. Though, I suppose we can only do what we can for right now…”
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In the days that followed, (Y/C) was consistently in the Octorio’s presence. As they met each requirement the Octavinelle Training Camp event gave them, (Y/C) beat every battle they were given and took in the rewards with vigor; their method was simple - they finished all of Floyd’s tasks before closing the game, reopening it the following day with fresh eyes and ready for the challenges that awaited them and selected Jade as their next partner. Azul watched from the sidelines as each task was completed and battle won; it was strange to hear how (Y/C) would always keep the trio together, Azul stuck in between the tweels as they switched spots. However - Azul couldn’t be completely disappointed in them; after all, (Y/C) did invite him to attend each lesson with them and the tweels. 
So why was it so hard for him to not feel this… jealous anger that was slowly rising with him? It wasn't like they were anything interesting - the only thing they had in common, maybe, was the fact that (Y/C) was business-minded - even for a high schooler. 
Azul pinched the bridge of his nose as cards of various characters floated across the screen; Floyd... Vil... Epel... Malleus... Trey... All of them appeared across the screen over and over like turbulant waves on the shorelines - yet none of them were of him. (Y/C) flipped through the cards again, their (e/c) eyes hard with determination.
"One last roll," Azul heard them say, "I have enough for a chance encounter - please let it be one I don't have."
The music played as the dark mirror appeared again, "Bearer of dark powers, I call thee forth!"
Azul could practically feel (Y/C) vibrating with anticipation as clacks echoed in the small area that was their bedroom. Jade... Floyd... Vil... Sebek... Idia... Malleus... Lilia... Rook...
"You're so lucky to have met a compassionate person like me..."
Azul's voice stuck in his throat as (Y/C) squealed in delight, "AZUL! Oh my GOD! I have your CARD!"
And indeed they had gotten it - Azul's SSR dorm card flashed across the screen with the octomer perched in a leather chair, Jade and Floyd just behind him with the sea witch's familiar mirror in the background. Azul was vibrating with excitement - at long last, he was now in the spotlight, appearing before (Y/C) in his finely dressed dorm uniform. The octomer was beside himself with excitement as (Y/C) clicked back on the homescreen, scrolling through their cards and smiling as they found the newest addition.
"Azul..." they whispered so softly, "I'm so excited... I wasn't expecting this... not in the slightest. I hope that I don't disappoint - I'll get this leveled up and we'll work together, you and me."
'You could never disappoint me, angelfish,' Azul wanted to say as he felt something pull him to the front of the screen. He now stood in Ramshackle Dorm, front and center as the eyes of (Y/C) looked upon him, thier features brightening.
"Thank you so much, Azul," they grinned, a look of sheer awe and excitement taking root across their face, "I'm so glad to add you to the team."
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The event ended far too quickly for Azul's liking, meaning that he could no longer work with his player one-on-one - at least until the next training camp. For now, Azul was content to use his days watching his player as he peered into their normal everyday life. 
Jade had not been lying when he told Azul about (Y/C)’s busy schedule - they awoke every morning at six on the nose, dressed and readied themselves for school - helping their mom with a few simple chores before heading out the door. (Y/C) was an intriguing student, using common sense to answer their professors’ questions and asking more in return - though Azul could hear snickering in the background and soft insults that were directed at his player. (Y/C) sat alone at lunch, the game open in front of them as they nibbled on a sandwich - keeping thier promise to level up Azul's card as they doodled in the notebook beside them. A few times, they would have a set of headphones in and would hum along with the music that would come through the speakers - making Azul strain to hear them. After school, (Y/C) would head over to one of the local restaraunts, changing into their work uniform and began the grunging job of serving guests. Azul listened as the clientel would call them over - some pleasant, others not so much; though he was surprised by (Y/C) ways of handling them, giving their best award-winning smile and working their way into their hearts to the point that they couldn't take it or dropped the subject entirely.
Day in and day out, Azul was there and listened to everything everyone told them; week after week, he saw the light slowly begin to fade from their eyes...
And by the time summer had come, (Y/C) was struggling - mentally and emotionally. Gone was the happy-go-lucky teen that Azul had slowly become attatched to, in their place was a saddened and heavy-burdened individual that sought the comfort of loniness - fictional characters were their only friends now.
One night, (Y/C) perched on their bed after a particularly rough day at work. Azul had seen one of the customers - another student that was prone to bullying (Y/C) in class - trip them while they were carrying a pot of hot soup to bring to the salad bar; regardless if it was intentional or unintentional, (Y/C) could have been seriously injured - burned from how hot the liquid was. Then, (Y/C)’s boss degraded them - telling them that if they weren't so stupid and watched where they were going, none of this would've happened; even though it was clearly not (Y/C)’s fault. When they got home, (Y/C)’s mother had to rush their father off to the hospital - something about his ailment suddenly turning for the worse and making (Y/C) now worried sick about their father's health - no longer caring about the injury they sustained and the pain they felt within. 
(Y/C) tapped the screen of the game, opening up and laying their phone against a box that sat on the bedside table, watching as Azul greeted them in his normal fashion.
"Helping people is what I live for. As housewarden, I will do everything to support my students," Azul smiled in greeting.
"I wish the same could be said for me," (Y/C) sighed, laying their head against the pillow as the music of the Mostro Lounge filled the background of the bedroom.
"Hm? And why do you think I wouldn't support you, angelfish?"
(Y/C) turned to look at their phone as Azul smiled. They rubbed thier face for a moment before muttering, "I must be more tired than I thought. I thought you just said something."
"I did, angelfish," Azul's voice came loud and clear as (Y/C)s' eyes widened, "I said, 'Why do you think I wouldn't support you?'"
(Y/C) blinked, "Y-you... talked. You can talk?"
"Of course I can talk," Azul answered, resting his hands on his hips in disappointment, "What makes you think that I wouldn't? We've talked before, after all."
"Y-yes... but that was scripted," (Y/C) rubbed their face again, "I must be dreaming - just some fantastical thing because of the stress and anger I've been experiencing lately."
"(Y/N), come now, you know that's not true."
"H-how do... you know my name?"
"I've been keeping an eye on you for some time, (Y/N)," Azul answered, "I know all about you - what you like and dislike, what your biggest fears and regrets are and what you wish for most in the world. I can offer that, you know."
"Offer what?" (Y/N) rubbed their face then, "Wait a minute... why am I even discussing this with you? You're a character in a game and I live in the real world - there's no way this is happening either - this is just the rambling of a stressed out lonely teenager who gets enjoyment out of playing a game and reading fanfictions."
"I assure you, this is no dream," Azul answered, "And you're not going to get rid of me that easily either."
(Y/N) frowned, "What do you mean? What did you do?"
"Simply enough - I hacked this phone," Azul admitted, "It took a bit to figure out the workings of it, but now you won't be able to do anything unless I give you my permission to do so."
"You... what?!" (Y/N) glared at Azul, "This is my only form of communication! My only way to be someone! I use this for school! Work! Why would you do that?"
"I admire your ability and drive, angelfish, I really do," Azul smiled wickedly, "However - 'real life,' as you call it, is keeping you from me. You were hurt today and have been stepped on over and over like a piece of gum on your school's cemented sidewalks. What I am willing to offer you, in exchange for your undivided attention that is, will allow you complete freedom from the outside world. You will never have to experience that sort of degration and torement again."
"And what about my friends? My family?" (Y/N) askes, "You think I'll sign my name on a contract of yours so willingly?"
"You did the first time around."
"That was scripted!"
"Angelfish," Azul's tone turned dark, "You really have no say in this. I know your family is struggling so I'll modify the contract, only for your sake though. As for your 'friends,' you really have none in that world - I have been with you for the past two months, constantly watching you and, yes, protecting you. You might not see it now, but you will in due time - besides we're the same age, are we not?"
"Close... maybe," (Y/N) admits.
"Then, what's the problem?" Azul folded his arms across his chest, "Sign the contract - and I will give you everything your heart desires."
The screen shifted as a familiar golden hue appeared on the screen.
"Here's the deal, Angelfish," Azul's voice appeared in the background, "In exchange for your undivided attention, I will grant you - and your family - the funds needed to help you both financially and comfort.  You and family will want for nothing and I will provide support you your ailing father. You will belong to me completely, and when such a time arrives that the two of us are old enough, we will be married."
(Y/N) looked over the contract on the screen, biting her lip.
"And you promise I will be able to stay with my family? Still see them when I want to?"
"Yes - it would be improper for the two of us to live together as I will need time to prepare for that event. However, you will not be able to tell anyone about this arrangement - unless you wish to lose your voice in the process."
"N-no thank you."
(Y/N) could practically see Azul's grinning features, "Then, Angelfish mine... sign on the dotted line. Let's embark on this new adventure... together, just you and me."
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michellemouse · 11 days
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"Oh my dear Oswald..."
"Why are you so... addictive?"
"I can't stop thinking about you all the time"
"Hours after hours in my mind"
"What will my life be without you?..."
inspired by @n0va-daamnn
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kit-williams · 3 months
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Just Let us Adore You
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tw: Polycule/Polyandry/Reverse Harem (Idk if these are the right terms the google machine says so), Male Yandere(s), Obsession, Possessive Males, Obsessive males
Protective Head: Sor Delyn Flirty Wing: Kazi Delax Dependable Wing: Moremo Klaek
How did they get here? Sor watched over the throng of people as their little Dove was once more trying her peaceful protests. Kazi and Moremo were the closest to her just in case anything went wrong. Sor had hopped the scare would push her into letting them take control and do things their way... but they couldn't say no to her. How passionately she believed! Sure her partner in crime left after Moremo started taking more responsibilities and they could tell his heart wasn't fully in it as she was.
How did they get here. The Raven Guard was simply sending a small amount of brothers to check on this planet... they weren't keeping up their tithes and they had always been good to the sons of Corax. Sor, Kazi, and Moremo were the last 3 left from the ambush, and from their Dove not long after such they announced their break away from the Imperium. But their darling... she was on their side. She figured and hoped, God Emperor bless her, hoped that she could do things in a way that didn't lead to violence. The brothers saw the writing on the wall and so they attached themselves to her group and began to cultivate the eventual power claws that would have to come out.
Originally... they were just going to get rid of her but they needed a human element... they needed her. Sor felt guilty at what was most likely going to happen but he couldn't say no to they way her eyes glistened and shone, desperate to believe that the humble movement she started wasn't heading towards the inevitable violent conclusion. Her old second in command put it very succinctly, "You'll either succeed or become the first martyr." But, he and his brothers would be there to wipe and kiss away her tears... most likely Kazi would be the first to get his hands on her to distract her.
Depending on how things went it was a toss up between himself and Moremo who got to be with their little visionary next. Sor still feels so dirty yet still on a delicious high after he scared her... he knew they were going to try and kill her... he found their roost and just made sure to miss by a hairsbreadth. The way she clung to him once they got back to the nest, he was the defacto "muscle" and "protector". Kazi was the most "human" of the group being far more cheerful than usually morose ravens... and so was Moremo but he had a way about him... a charisma that Kazi lacked... he was diplomatic. Sor just made sure all the bad things went away... Kazi just made sure she always was happy... and Moremo just made sure that everything was going smoothly.
The screams started as the body double dropped. It was a precaution that Sor had begged their Dove to consider and she was more than willing to die to help bring the planet back into the Imperial fold. They were unwilling to let her become a martyr for this. Perhaps Moremo was right, they were latching on to the mortal too hard and too quickly, hypocrite was latching too. They were still mourning their last shared beloved but she reminds them so much of her.
"Move out make sure they don't slaughter the Civvis." Sor groused as he pulled out his rifle and began to turn traitors into mist.
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Kazi adored their little revolutionary! But she just was far too stubborn. She kept dodging his affections for her... playing them off as just being grateful flirtations for keeping them hidden from the traitorous government. Which was partially true, but she just was such a darling!
It was easy for him to pull her away from her old second in command... or rather situationship. Oh the poor man had no chance when three angels came to her asking for a safe haven. Kazi would swear on the Codex Astartes that he saw her blush and the wonder in her eyes as they humbly asked for a haven. It only took a little bit of training to get her to stop flinching when he would touch her, her hair, the curve of her hip, her waist... it took more after that to get her to just accept the fact that they could and would pick her up and move her.
Oh it was cute the fish out of water look on her face, the indignit frown, or the cute giggles as she pretended to be angry at being put under his arm as he carried her off or over his shoulder. Kazi found it very hard to not give her a spank when he threw her over his shoulder. He was the one to put forward that she should start sleeping with one or two of them. Playing off the wording as being just an astartes and above mortal phrasing. He's certain she could handle two of them at once. The nest he played off the accidental gropes as just trying to get her... him being hard? Adrenaline dear Dove and certainly not from her sweet scent.
Oh even Sor came round at night during her ovulation as that was one of the few nights they would lock the door and all three would rest in the room with her, though they would hardly get rest. But now was hardly the time to think about that. Kazi popped up from the cover and fired several rounds of bolt shot into the armored vehicle.
"So who is going to comfort our Dove when we get back." Kazi said looking around for a moment as the cabin of said vehicle was quite red.
"Now is hardly the time to discuss." Moremo groused.
"I mean she's going to be so upset..." He cooed.
"And shaken up. So it's going to be Sor. You know the deal." Moremo replied causing Kazi to frown.
"Well certainly then I get to be next."
"Wrong again Sargent." Moremo huffed, "I'll probably be next as we will have to discuss business before pleasure."
Kazi just frowned harder and perhaps chucked a brick, astartes strength hard, at a statue and watched a decent chunk of it break. Well he would get his chance to comfort and soothe their little dove once they were given control of the movement. Then all their Dove had to do was just make a few speeches occasionally and be there for them to find comfort in.
Kazi turned on his heels and rushed down the road.
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Moremo knew that he had all but in name hijacked her movement the moment he became the second in command. Sor had hijacked it by allowing the more violent elements in while Kazi distracted her from noticing how militant her peaceful movement was becoming. He sighed as he was the last to fall for their sweet Dove.
He tried his hardest to not fall for her. They were still mourning their last Dove. Kazi had taken her death the hardest so him trying to latch onto another Dove so quickly wasn't too shocking. But when Sor latched on... seeing his quiet and tender Brother being held by their Dove... oh he knew she was for them. Her, as Kazi called it, Situationship Second in Command was trying to pull her away from them. To have her abandon their movement as soon as the brothers wanted to get involved.
Oh Kazi and he found it laughably easy to cock block the man. To pull her away... to see the jealousy seethe beneath the skin as they continued their affectionate gestures. Moremo had moved in after the fight that their Dove and that man had... she didn't deserve to be blown up at... he just was wildly jealous as they were space marines and as they had told her... were above mortal wants and affections.
He relished holding the tender Dove in his lap as he nuzzled her cheek just distracting her with all the bird noises he could make... the coos and whistles as he wooed her with several mating calls. Their Dove knew eventually that they would probably take over and he felt so very honored when she started to give control over to them. He took up the mantle of second in command.
He was the one to help convince her to sleep with them. He was able to spin it with Sor's help as she would be safer with two of them around her. It wasn't exactly a lie... but perhaps their intentions were less than pure. Where Kazi steals touches... Sor gets hugged by her whenever he isn't expecting it... Moremo steals her time the most.
"I've cleared out my section." He speaks, "We should head back we will need to assure everyone that our Dove isn't dead."
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Sor was allowed his solo time in the nest with their Dove. Kazi watched like a bird with its feathers wet as she was sobbing into Sor's neck. He was crooning into her hair as his large hands rubbed her back. Moremo was currently mobilizing several branches of their operation. She pulled her head back and looked into Sor's black eyes with her wet looking ones, "I didn't want anyone to die!"
Kazi opened his mouth but Sor shot him a glare. When he wanted time with the Dove... Sor did not share. He was private with his affection... and wanted it to remain intimate, "I know sweetheart... but she knew the risk. She was willing to do this for you."
"What do I tell her family?" She sobs feeling guilty over what has happened.
"She will be remembered as a martyr for the cause. She will be remembered as giving up her life to help bring your planet back into the embrace of the Imperium." Sor says softly into her hair. "We need you to get a hold of yourself Dove. We need you to make a recorded speech."
"Why me? I'm hardly a charismatic leader. I'm just a crybaby who got in too deep." She says sniffling.
"Because we trust you. You hold the trust of three Astartes. Remember that is quite powerful." Had they not cared so deeply for their Dove... months ago someone else would have taken over. But by the Emperor there was so much blood on their hands from seditious elements inside of her own "faction". No they didn't want their Dove to be ousted she was going to be their voice.
Moremo walked over and looked inside, "Are you ready little Dove?"
She pulled away from Sor and followed the Raven.
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She could feel herself getting a headache from all the crying... the speeches... the whirlwind of the day. The bed was so soft as she put an arm over her eyes just thinking about the events of today. She officially announced how her movement was leaving behind its peaceful roots only to take them back up once they were back in the fold. How she was handing over leadership to the Ravens... she wasn't exactly stepping down but she wasn't keen on running a violent thing.
She didn't understand why they wanted her around...
"Look at her..." She heard Kazi whisper from her left, "so pretty." Something she was use to hearing him say but the way he said it this time left something in her stomach.
"She must be tired from today." Moremo said from the right of her.
The soft closure of the door... and the click of the lock made her hold her breath for a moment. She was scared to move the arm over her eyes as the air practically tasted different. Charged with electricity that she was unfamilair with... and charged with a high voltage. The bed sank as she felt her knees pulled apart and moved her arm to see Sor kneeling between them. His eyes suddenly seemed to be fully black... she looked between the three and could see their eyes being fully black.
Her heart was racing as the three of them leaned in
Sor pulled her hips to his as he gyrated them just looking at her with unabashed adoration. "You did so good today." He cooed as she pulled back till her back was against the headboard.
"Such a good dove!" Kazi said as he crawled onto the bed causing her to flinch and jump.
"You did your part well little Dove. Thank you for handing it over to us." Moremo said crawling on the bed as well as she was now encircled.
She swallowed the fear as best as she could, "I... I did my best." She could see such unhinged adoration in Kazi's eyes but Moremo's black eyes were also drowning her in adoration. She yelped as Sor pulled on her ankle and she was on her back as the three of them crawled closer to her. Her breathing was quickening as she looked between the three Space Marines. "So... so what happens to me now?"
"We protect you... you're still the face of the movement." Sor said before his mouth latched onto her neck. Intimately kissing the crux of her neck and shoulder blade before sucking a large hickey into her skin. Her breath shuttered as she couldn't help it... she liked Sor... she liked the three of them. They watched their Dove's eyes unfocused and how she sucks on her bottom lip.
"Yes Dove... you need to be kept safe and make our speeches." Kazi turned her head toward his as his thumb pressed on her chin and opened her mouth as he cooed and leaned in for a kiss.
"So please little Dove just keep our nest warm." Moremo panted softly as he latched onto the other side of her neck and left his own hickey. Her eyes closed as her tongue gently played with Kazi's before he and Sor switched spots.
Kazi sucked on the hollow of her throat feeling the way she swallowed as Sor kissed her. His tongue less gentle than Kazi's taking a more dominant approach. When Kazi pulled his mouth away with a pop he grinned down as the three looked at the large hickies on her skin as she laid there with swollen lips. Her arm covering her eyes again as her cheeks were darkened from a blush on her face.
"Should we show her how much she means to us?" Kazi cooed and she once more shyly uncovered her eyes to look up at them as they looked down at her with nothing but adoration in their eyes.
How could she say no to such adoration?
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isadoresmuse · 10 months
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Tangled Desires
Warning: The following contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, and potentially disturbing content. Reader discretion is advised.
Reader is only referred to as “you”/ Gender Neutral.
Yandere Neighbor OC x (Gender Neutral) Reader
The summer breeze gently rustled the leaves as you carried the last of your moving boxes into your new apartment. It was a quaint little complex, tucked away in a peaceful neighborhood. You were excited about the fresh start, ready to settle into a new life.
Little did you know that your life was about to take an unexpected turn.
As you were arranging your belongings, you noticed a well-dressed man standing outside your window, peering in with intense, dark eyes. Startled, you quickly approached the window and pulled back the curtains. The man looked equally startled, his eyes widening at the sudden interaction.
"I-I apologize for startling you," he stammered, composing himself. "I'm Vincent, your neighbor from next door. I couldn't help but notice a beautiful neighbor had moved in."
His smooth voice and handsome features intrigued you, but his intense gaze sent a shiver down your spine. Nevertheless, you introduced yourself, trying to maintain a polite distance. Vincent, a successful lawyer with a reputation for winning impossible cases, was both charming and mysterious.
Days turned into weeks, and you settled into your new routine. However, Vincent's presence became increasingly persistent. He would conveniently "bump" into you in the hallway, always offering his assistance with a charming smile. At first, it was flattering, but soon you couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching your every move.
One evening, as you returned home from work, you found a note slipped under your door. It was a heartfelt message, expressing Vincent's admiration for your beauty, intelligence, and elegance. It struck you as sweet, yet there was an undertone of possessiveness.
Your unease grew as Vincent's actions became bolder. He would send you extravagant gifts, elegant dresses, and flowers that filled your apartment. You tried to politely decline his advances, but he saw it as a challenge, convinced that you were playing hard to get.
One fateful night, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. As you looked out your window, you caught sight of Vincent standing in the shadows, eyes fixated on your apartment. Fear gripped your heart, and you decided it was time to confront him.
You stormed out of your apartment and found him waiting in the hallway, wearing a meticulously tailored suit. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of adoration and possessiveness as he watched you approach.
"Vincent, this has gone too far!" you exclaimed, your voice trembling. "I can't handle this obsession. Please leave me alone."
But instead of anger or disappointment, his expression softened. He reached out to gently caress your cheek; a twisted affection evident in his touch. "I'm sorry, my love~. I didn't mean to scare you. But I can't bear the thought of losing you. You're everything I've ever wanted."
Despite your initial fear, you found yourself drawn to Vincent's intensity. He was a complex man, flawed and possessive, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes that spoke of genuine love. You couldn't deny the strange connection you felt.
As the days passed, you discovered the depth of Vincent's devotion. He would accompany you everywhere, ensuring your safety at all times. He used his legal prowess to shield you from any trouble and eliminate anyone who threatened your happiness.
However, his methods were far from conventional. Vincent's protectiveness soon transformed into a possessive obsession, and he became a deranged lawyer, willing to go to extreme lengths to keep you by his side., using any legal (and illegal) way to keep himself near you.
You found yourself tangled in a web of desires, torn between fear and twisted love. Vincent's actions, though suffocating, were rooted in a deep longing for your affection. His obsession grew, and he became more possessive, isolating you from friends and family, determined to make you his alone.
But as time went on, you couldn't ignore the darkness that consumed him. You yearned for freedom, for a love that didn't come with chains. It was then that you realized you had to break free from Vincent's hold, no matter the cost.
With the help of a trusted friend, you concocted a plan to escape Vincent's clutches. As you made your move, a mixture of fear and determination coursed through your veins. It was a dangerous game, but you were determined to reclaim your life.
The night was dark when you slipped out of your apartment, leaving behind the life you once knew. Vincent's absence was eerie, but you couldn't let your guard down. You vanished into the night, seeking refuge in a distant town, hoping to rebuild your shattered life.
Months passed, and the wounds slowly healed. You had started over, finding solace in the peaceful surroundings of your new home, far away from your once homely apartment. The memories of Vincent's possessiveness lingered, but you refused to let his existence define you.
Then, one fateful evening, as you sat on the porch of your lovely new townhouse, enjoying the tranquility, a familiar voice reached your ears. Startled, you turned to find Vincent standing before you and your new place of residence, his eyes filled with regret and desperation.
"I've changed," he said, his voice filled with remorse. "I've come to understand the darkness that consumed me. I want to make amends, to prove that my love can be selfless."
These last few months without his obsessive watch and protective nature had left you feeling as if you were missing something. A puzzle piece of sorts. Your heart wavered, torn between the past and the present. But as you looked into Vincent's eyes, you saw a genuine desire for retribution. Perhaps, in time, you could find forgiveness and build a new beginning together.
As you pull Vincent in for a hug, he carefully tucks away your new address, which he might have gotten through less than savory means.
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pastelvelvett-2nd · 7 months
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♡ Word count: (aprox) 2,299
♡ Post type: x reader
♡ Taste: In Between
♡ Yandere: Harper
! Please read the tags for tws!
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♡ Plot summary: Harper is assigned to tutor some fellow students for the upcoming exam, and you just happen to be one of them. By the time your first tutoring session ends, her mild interest in you grew to a degree she didn't expect.
♡ Beginning of post note: This is how I imagine Harper's voice to sound like in case you wanted to know lol anyway, I hope you enjoy the fic!
Yandere!Honor Student x Shy!Reader
Days seemed to blur together for Harper, and this day was no different. Reptition wasn't something that inherantly bothered her, she didn't think, but as she glanced outside her classroom window before the bell got the chance to ring for the first time of the day, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of wrongness in her chest. It wasn't even the first time she felt that, really, and she amounted it down to realizing she wasn't doing as much as she could. Harper assumed it was just a sign she should try harder that day, and that she would.
The classroom was almost completely empty, since she'd usually come to class unusually early. A few fellow students chattered amongst themselves in the background, and she'd normally join in, but for whatever reason, she didn't feel prepared to today. A few confused glances showed that they noticed. Maybe they were upset with her? Harper's stomach bubbled in anxiety at the prospect, but apparently, that wasn't enough to motivate her to turn her charismatic self on.
Maybe she felt... Bored? She honestly couldn't tell for sure, but she thought she did. Maybe even empty. Harper loved them, though. Her classmates. The people she'd help every time she'd get the chance to, and feel proud of whenever they would do well on tests or anything else they'd achieve. The elements in her life somehow didn't seem like they were enough for her in that moment. This caused her to feel a mind numbing amount of guilt, because none of them deserved to have their friend think about them like they're a toy that grew to be boring.
Something different would happen today, though. Maybe this something would give Harper enough satisfaction to feel happier. Because of her great track record in academics, she (and a few other students, of course) was given the opportunity to tutor some students for the upcoming exam. She usually helps her classmates with homework and tests, but this could also give Harper some extra credits, too. Now feeling a bit excited at the image of her telling her parents about what she accomplished, she also felt brighter generally. Almost like a switch being turned on, Harper changed from looking melancholic and unattentive to acting like her usual warm, friendly self, and with this new attitude, she went up to talk to her classmates like she usually would.
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She didn't understand it. She really didn't. Harper just finished her first tutoring session with one particular enigmatic student, and her head was filled with thoughts she'd call confusing. She sat herself at the bus stop, looking back at how the whole event went.
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"Hello! Y/N, right? I'm Harper, I'm here for the tutoring thing! Nice to meet you!" Her tone and expression were almost unbelievably sweet, like they usually were. Although you never really talked to the girl much, it was clear she'd always make an effort to make you feel more comfortable whenever you did speak. It never really seemed to work, unfortunately. As warm as Harper was, you could never get yourself to feel anything but anxious talking to strangers. Them being friendly only gave you the slightest feeling they would murder you if given the chance, but you realized that you were just being paranoid. If it's an actually nice person that wouldn't murder people, it would be rather unfair to assume such a thing of them. You could feel her lavender eyes staring you down for a second, making you shift uncomfortably in your seat. Chances were that she probably noticed, considering her smile threatened to fall in that moment. Not wanting to seem rude, you tried relaxing your tense body and nodded your head. "Y-Yeah, that's me. It's... Nice to meet you, too."
While it seemed like Harper had no issues keeping eye contact (maybe overly-prolonged eye contact, if you were to be honest) for you it was the complete opposite. As she sat herself at the empty desk to your right, you couldn't help but dart your e/c eyes all around the empty classroom you met up in, anywhere and everywhere but the girl next to you. She was... Intimidating, you supposed. Harper Martinez always seemed like the perfect person, which was concerning, because you knew there was no such thing. So, you had to assume she put up some sort of front. It was like seeing someone wearing a mask. Just because someone is wearing one doesn't necessarily mean that they're hiding a nefarious expression underneath it, of course. But the fact that the person decides to hide their honest feelings their face portray is enough to make someone feel suspicious. You noticed you weren't really the only one who seemed to think Harper was off for this very reason, but it seemed like she still remained fairly popular and well-liked. ...Maybe you were just overthinking things, afterall? She never did anything remotely mean, or anything, so your suspicions felt a bit unjustified.
Just as you were stuck in your own little thought loop, you heard the sound of scraping to your right, and upon glancing you realized that Harper just slid the wooden surface right against yours. Next came the chair, obviously with her on it, and suddenly you felt even more cornered than before. You had no clue if she realized how nervewrecking what she was doing was. She wasn't easy to read, not like how easily she seemed to be able to read those around her.
"So, I heard you transferred to this school a year ago, right?" She asked, inciting a bit of confusion from you. Ah, right. She must be making casual conversation so you felt less pressure. For some reason, you were assuming she'd go straight into the tutoring, but you supposed she thought it would help the learning proccess along. Or maybe she felt pity for you, you did seem really nervous. You simply nodded your head, not knowing what else to add than a simple confirmation. "Right! Knew it, hehe. Are you used to it here by now?" She inquired with a tilt of the head, seeming to take your lack of involvement in the conversation in stride.
You thought for a moment about your answer, not noticing how she slid herself closer to the edge of her seat so she could be closer to you without making a loud sound like before. If her knee was even a tincy bit closer to yours they would touch, and you surely would've realized then. "I... I think so. It was a bit hard to get used to, though, honestly." Harper seemed to take in your words for a second, brows knitting together in concern.
"I see... May I ask what you were struggling with?" Even though Harper seemed to act casual most of the time, some of the things she said sounded polite in an almost stiff sort of way.
"It was just that... I don't know, I just don't think I fit in great with the people around me. Nobody seemed to like me much." You paused for a second, realizing you should probably clarify something. "I-I mean, that's not really to say I'm popular right now or anything, I think I'm pretty much still in the same situation, only difference is I'm used to it now..." Just as you finished speaking, you realized how pathetic you sounded. Harper didn't seem to look at you with amusement or scorn or anything though, she kept a patient, empathetic expression.
"I see... I hope nobody's bothering you?" Harper asked, to which you pursed your lips in discomfort.
"U-Uh... Not really, no." Your response was given with as much confidence as you could muster, but something about Harper's demeanor clued you in that she didn't buy it.
She was silent for a moment.
"Well... That's good!" Just like that, her expression brightened yet again. "If you ever need help with anything, not just studying, let me know, okay?" You could only stare at her smiling face for a few seconds, blinking in confusion. From someone who you never talked to much before, this was a strangely kind thing to say. As much as you didn't want to be suspicious of her, it still rang alarm bells. But you supposed it was just her being nice by saying it, responding with anything but gratitude would be impolite.
"Haha, t-thank you...! I appreciate that a lot." You smiled as brightly as you could, though surely, it could not rival Harper's.
Not long afterwards, you began studying the subject you had the toughest time with. She was so patient despite how much you struggled through the whole thing, you could swear she was a saint. By the end of the session, you realized just how curious you were about the honor student, and you would lie if you were to say that you weren't starting to feel a bit more fond of her. There was a reason she was so well-liked. She radiated a positivity that was contagious, and she seemed to genuinely be invested in seeing you improve. But there had to be something more to her. You could swear she was a saint, but she definitely isn't. She's a normal human just like you, but she seemed to also be invested in appearing to be perfect.
You were somewhat excited to learn more about this mysterious student, having absolutely no clue how excited she was to learn more about you, just the same. ♡
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Although Harper didn't think about you much before having this first tutoring session, she always felt you were... Somewhat alluring. Unlike the sociable, open Harper, you always kept to yourself, never really speaking to anyone unless it was necessary. She wanted to know more about you out of curiousity, true, but she also felt worried about you. What if you felt lonely, and you just didn't know how to approach people? Although, it was still very possible you wanted to be left alone. You didn't seem to make any efforts to talk to people, afterall, so Harper could just be bothering you if she began hanging by your side. She tried talking to you a few times, but you didn't seem terribly comfortable around her, so she assumed this proved her theory.
Once Harper saw you today, though, she seemed to have quite a bit of a change of heart. There was something about your mannerisms that were just so... Enticing to her, for a lack of a better word. Despite you not sharing that much about yourself, just sitting down next to you for an hour helped Harper get to know you a lot better than she could from short small talk whenever you'd bump into eachother in the halls.
Although still not knowing very much about you, Harper was sure of it, that the two of you must be kindred spirits. This was someone that could surely wholeheartedly understand her if she were to ever shed any of that perfect exterior of hers. Maybe... Maybe if it could be with you, she could finally act a bit like herself. Her teeth clenched together the second the thought passed her mind. No... Could she really do that? By the end of the hour, you actually seemed more fond of her than when you started. Your tone was naturally warmer, and you actually didn't seem to be afraid to look in her direction anymore. You seemed to already warm up to her.
As she stared blankly at the concrete sidewalk, she could list each one of your little habits that she found adorable without any bit of trouble. The way you'd stutter over your words every so often, the softness your tone always carried, even just your posture, a small detail that Harper would never make special note of for anyone else, seemed incredibly cute to her. You always held your arms close to your center, often slouching, almost as if you were trying to make yourself smaller and more difficult to spot (despite the fact there was no one there that could spot your except for your tutor).
In you she saw herself, but not the her that everyone else saw, no, the person she truly was behind a confident exterior. For someone who always put herself in the middle of it, Harper had an intense fear of the world that she could also sense in you. Normally, she'd act much the same, if helping people didn't obviously require you to come up and talk to them.
If you'd like this her she projected... Then she wouldn't be able to change it.
Her daze was broken by the sound of a bus stopping in front of her, followed by numerous footsteps mixing with the voices of some of the individuals those footsteps belong to. Harper instantly got up, and with an empty expression boarded. As she sat herself down at the nearest empty seat, she internally marvelled at how much more she cared about your opinion than anyone elses, all so suddenly.
You, who she never spoke to more than a few words every now and again before today.
You, who she never even thought about too much before today.
You, who seemed so much more special than anyone else in her life. She felt mind numbing guilt thinking this again, because there were friends she spoke to every single day since the beginning of freshmen year and she still doesn't feel a bigger attachment to them than you.
Was she a bad person? She musn't pick favorites, she must give every person in her life equal attention, equal help, equal kindness, or else she would be treating someone unfairly. And suddenly, someone comes around and occupies her mind more than anyone else? It just wasn't right.
And yet, she felt a tug in her chest, telling her, no, yelling, that it was right.
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Tomorrow she'll see you again.
She smiled.
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pastelvelvett · 10 months
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Aaaa I'm so sorry it took so long But here it is, a Yandere!Harvey x reader, as requested by the lovely @lucienbarkbark! Also, hope everyone's having a great pride month!! I may or may not be preparing a lil something for that, who knows 👉👈
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Yandere!Harvey x Gn!Sick!Reader
You and Harvey have been pretty close lately, that was clear as day. Despite Harvey normally being the reserved sort, it took a very small amount of time for him to warm up to you. What once was awkward small talk evolved to discussing topics that were a bit deeper than just commenting on the weather. Often, you'd talk about eachother's lives over a hot cup of coffee, a drink Harvey apparently enjoyed quite a bit.
The more the both of you spent time together, the more attached the doctor would find himself to you. The more details he had about your past life in the city, your life right now, and the things that you liked and disliked, the more he'd find himself hanging onto every word you spoke. While Harvey definitely had a good memory, knowing so many facts about one person was definitely unusual for him. He loved everything about you, so much so that he memorized every single thing you divulged to him without even trying.
Hanging out together after Harvey's work hours became a daily ritual of sorts, one that he woke up every day deeply excited for. So you can imagine how he felt when for the first time in weeks, you weren't there in front of his clinic door waiting for him to exit. His first instinct was to worry, but he was able to calm himself down relatively easily. It was true you were always there at 3PM sharp, but it would be silly to assume something bad happened to you just because you're a little late this time around. You were a busy person, maybe you just didn't finish your work for the day yet. That seemed like a reasonable possibility to him.
But as the minutes passed, his concern grew, eventually to the point that he was such a bundle of nerves that he had to go over to your farm to check if you were okay. As much as he wanted to stay calm, all that he could think about were the nearly infinite possibilities of what could've happened to you, and a lot of the ones he could think of were pretty far on the grim side. A part of him still knew full well that he was probably just overreacting, but the slightest possibility of you being hurt was too much for him to handle.
Harvey, with heart beating at an accelerated rhythm, shakily knocked at your wooden door. Much to his relief, he heard your voice from inside. Even though he did think your voice was slightly hoarse, all he could think about was how relieved he was you were okay, perfectly safe inside your home.
"Come in!" You said. Harvey didn't hesitate to, eager to see you after the maybe (definitely) disproportionate scare he just had. Once he opened the door to your farmhouse, he was quick to spot you laying in bed, snuggled into you blanket. A blush dusted his cheeks, finding the image adorable. He felt like seeing you comforted him even more than hearing you did. Now that he was calmer, he pretty easily noticed that your nose had reddish hue and that you were sniffling every so often. 'Ah... So you had a cold, that's why they didn't come.' Harvey thought to himself.
"Y/N! Hi! Ahah... It's a bit embarassing, but I was a bit worried about you, you know?" Harvey awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. You greeted him cheerfully, motioning towards your chair with a smile. Until that moment he was awkwardly standing in front of the exit, feeling like coming further inside without instruction from you could possibly be rude. Another thing he overthought, it seemed. He sat himself in your comfortable chair, noticing how your pretty lips formed a frown as you ruminated on his words.
"Oh... I'm really sorry Harvey. I didn't mean to worry you. Honestly, I kinda lost the track of time... I've been really sick since yesterday, my head's a lil hazy-" You explained, interrupted by your (admittedly very cute) sneeze. Harvey's brows knitted together, not really liking the fact that you implied that you were going to go out in your current state if only you didn't forget what time it was.
"You don't need to apologize. I'm just glad nothing bad happened to you." Harvey let out a sigh. You were too kind and considerate even when you didn't have to be. "...Besides, it really wouldn't have been a good idea to go out when you have a cold. You need all the rest you can get." Without realizing it, he switched to the tone he'd normally use when talking to patients about their health, this resulting in a lighthearted chuckle from you. He looked down in your directiin, puzzled as to why you were laughing.
"Nothing, just that... You turned on doctor mode there. You're real cute, Harv, you know that?" The nickname you've never used before plus the unexpected compliment equaled a very, very flustered Harvey. His cheeks set ablaze, trying to fumble his way through forming a sentence to very poor results. "T-Thanks... I think...? Gosh, don't say stuff like that. You're going to make me even redder than your face is right now." He breathed in to calm himself down. "Speaking of which..." The brown haired man got up from his seat, walking up to the bed with a straight face. When Harvey pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, in awe at how smooth, and incredibly hot, your face felt. He found himself melting at the contact, and maybe he would've lost himself in it if your temperature wasn't so concerning. He was sure that if he held his hand on your forehead for much longer than it would literally melt him aswell as figuratively.
"Gah, you're hot so hot...! A-Ah, wait, no I mean- In the temperature sense, of course. Not that you're not just-" Thankfully for Harvey, you mercifully cut him off, assuring him that you understood what he meant from the get-go. "R-Right. Well..." Harvey cleared his throat, removing his hand from your forehead and straightening his back. "Do you have any paracetamol? Or anything else that could help with your fever?" You shook your head no. "Okay, I'll have to bring you some then!"
"Only if you're quick. I'll miss you too much." You gave Harvey a playful grin. He really wasn't sure if you teasing him like this was only meant as playful banter, or a sign that he wouldn't irreparably screw things up if he went and told you how he felt. But that was something he didn't want to linger on in that moment. He had to take care of you, afterall. Harvey gave you nod and a smile, turning towards the door. But before he could walk off he heard your voice again. "Wait! Would... Would it be okay if you stayed over a bit to make me some soup? You told me before that you're really good at cooking, and I've been really excited to try it out! Sorry if it's rude of me to ask you instead of you offering..." Harvey's heart skipped at your request, feeling the slightest bit nervous at the prospect of you tasting his cooking.
"Ah, not at all. You're sick. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't at least treat you with some soup?" And with that, he began preparing you your food. Sounds of chatter between you and Harvey mixed in with that of cutting vegetables and stirring. It was a comfortable, intimate atmosphere. It made Harvey imagine how it would be like to live with you and have this dynamic every single day. He couldn't help but be excited for the future. Maybe he was just convincing himself everything would turn over well because not having the future he imagined wouldn't be something he could handle. He didn't know for sure, but in that moment what was once worry turned into (perhaps misplaced) confidence that things would go over well. All he had to do was find the right time, you'd understand him and feel the same.
As the minutes passed, your conversatiin fizzled out into an equally comfortable silence. When Harvey announced that he finished your meal with an excited tone he expected some sort of response from you, but confusingly enough, he didn't receive any. With brows furrowed, he turned his head in your direction. His brown eyes first fell on your closed ones, then your slightly agape lips, and lastly your chest that rose and fell at a steady rhythm. Your peaceful sleeping face was a sight for sore eyes. You worked so tirelessly on a daily basis, and while he knew you enjoyed what you did, he couldn't help but be worried about you constantly. As much as he admired your determination, overworking yourself like that clearly didn't do any wonders for your health. He sighed, wishing you could listen to your body just a little more often.
Harvey left the bowl of soup where it was, deciding he would heat it up for you once you woke up. He took the opportunity to bring you the meds he was planning to bring, placing them on the end table next to your bed with a cup of water. Something he didn't really plan to bring alongside the medicine but ended up bringing anyway was his trusty camera. He knew it wasn't right. There was no way you would be okay with him taking pictures of you while you were asleep, and he knew that him aknowledging but still doing it made him an even worse person. But by Yoba, he couldn't help it. He wanted, and felt like he needed, to keep seeing your sleeping face even tonight after he'd go home. Waking up next to you could be a far future, and he wanted to have you with him while he slept in some way. After he was done taking several pictures from multiple angles, he stuffed the camera in his pocket. He really, really hoped you would never find out about this. Because he loved you more than anything and anyone, and he wanted you to feel the same more than anything.
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five-miles-over · 1 year
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Hello, your Yandere!Arthur headcanons were so good! Can we get any other of that kind? Headcanons or one-shot perhaps? Would really appreciate! :D
I've got something for you, anon. Thanks for your patience :)
(Trigger warnings: obsession, dark thoughts, controlling behavior, unhealthy actions)
Yandere!Arthur and Yandere!Joker Dealing With Rejection in Public
Yandere!Arthur
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"Arthur, no. It's not that I don't like you. I just don't want to go out with you"
As soon as he heard those words, Arthur burst into a fit of laughter. Not the kind of laughter that comes in response to a joke. No, this was the laughter of a man who just heard the most devastating words he could ever imagine.
You hated him. He could see it in your eyes…but why? What did he ever do to make you hate him so?
Arthur walked away from you, but not before ripping apart the handwritten letter he poured his heart into, the letter conveying his immense desire to be with you all the time
When he got home, Arthur found himself talking out loud to you as if you were in the room. He turned to face a photograph of you, one that he'd taken while you weren't looking, using a stolen camera 
He demanded, with tears in his eyes, why you refused him. Was his love not enough for you? 
Arthur knew he was no Fred Astaire or Clark Gable, and he couldn't sweep you off your feet with the same charm…but what was it about him that disgusted you?
He begged your photo to take him, saying that he would do anything for you. Anything to protect you, to keep you safe and happy. That he would love you so, so much.
He'd even built a little shrine to you in the corner of his living room. It was filled with little trinkets and toys that Arthur thought you would like, and magazine clippings of expensive, beautiful gifts that Arthur dreamed of buying for you one day. 
He was sure that you would be touched by his altar, if only you agreed to go out with him and be his girl. But no, you had to dash his hopes and stab him in the gut with your words. 
Arthur eventually sank to his knees, laughing and crying near his shrine until he fell asleep. 
Yandere!Joker
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"Please. stop following me. I just don't like you…I don't like you at all."
Before you finished your sentence, you could hear the cock of a gun. 
The Joker advanced, closing the distance between the two of you. 
"Well I don't like you either," he murmurs with a dark glint in his eyes. "I want you. I need you."
Joker immediately turns the gun away from you and fires a shot into the public nearby
The sound is enough to make you scream, and the Joker takes advantage of your peril.
He grabs your waist and holds you close to him
"You made a real big mistake, doll," he growls into your ear before firing another random shot. Then, he smirks all of a sudden. "I know you didn't mean it like that. I'm not going to hurt you…"
The Joker flings his gun to the side, and puts his hands upon your cheeks.
Then, he carefully pulls the corners of your mouth into a forced smile.
"Now...how about we put on a happy face, sweetheart?"
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oh-katsuki · 8 months
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sometimes i like to imagine that one thing kenjaku took from getou (other than his body) is this inexplainable, unplaceable infatuation with satoru gojo. the idea that getou's own feelings somehow bled out into kenjaku's possession of his body, so engrained in him that kenjaku can't help but be a little obsessed.
it's a cold-hearted and goal-oriented infatuation. entirely one-sided. satoru wants nothing to do with the thing (as gojo considers him) that stole getou's body. he wants nothing to do with the imposter. but kenjaku, for some reason, wants everything to do with him. when gojo is sealed, kenjaku peers at the box, into it's many eyes, as if that would somehow let him see into the prison realm. like he could catch a glimpse of his unwanting captive. he speaks to it in hushed whispers. plans, thoughts, words meant to convince gojo of his cause.
they're always a little sick, always bordering on obsessive. getou's feelings did not transfer in their entirety. no, they transferred in patches. muddled, mixed up swells of emotions that manifested in a cruel form of obsession free from reason.
kenjaku doesn't care what gojo wants or thinks of it. he's simply infatuated. it doesn't need to be returned. only satiated.
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olympus-library · 5 months
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Falling for a lie
Lucerys Velaryonx Reader!Teen
CHAPTER 6: The Dragon and the Witch
Triggers: Aemond, just Aemond, angst. Disillusionment. Obsession.
"I can't believe my eye, I'm fucking dreaming, that's not possible, I don't understand." Exclaimed Aemond.
He didn't knew what to think of the nonsense playing in front of him, Criston Cole had brought Lucerys Velaryon in front of him and Lucerys was alive, very much alive, he was supposed to be dead, he killed; well it was an accident but still; he had killed him nontheless. Still something was off, Lucerys didn't seemed to recognized him.
"Who are you?" Asked the boy.
Silence.
"He lost his memory! By the Gods! I should have expect this!" Groaned Aemond, an idea strikes his mind, an idea, he was going to use this situation; turn it into his advantage. Turn himself from kinslayer to savior and he would bask in glory.
"Can I go back to my fiancé.e?" Asked Lucerys frightened.
With this new information that Lucerys engaged himself to someone, while his disappearance, Aemond flinched and turned to Ser Cole.
"Who's the fiancé.e?" Asked Prince Aemond.
"A peasant." Replied the Dornish knight with a snarl.
Aemond pulled Ser Cole for a private conversation.
"How is this peasant like?" He whispered.
"If I understood well; they're a farm witch." Said the knight raporting a discution he had heard in the market.
"Witch? That's a problem." Growled Aemond.
"But they're a farm witch; they can't be that dangerous?" Wondered Ser Cole.
Aemond rolled his eye and after putting Lucerys under Criston Cole watch with a "don't let anyone else sse him," instruction, he went in search of you.
Days passed and you were living… Alone… Entirely… Irremediably… Hopelessly alone… Each days felt like an eternity…
Nigthtime was no better, when you would close your eyes and drift off into a dream, you didn’t want to wake up from. Dreams of Lucerys plagued you. You’d dream of you two chatting in a valley somewhere, picking berries with him like you used to. He’d eventually took yours out of your hands and eat them all covering his face with berries juice. You’d laughed uncontrollably at his antics. Life felt perfect.
Then you’d wake up in your tiny bed and your cottage was empty. Life felt like a nightmare.
It been nearly two weeks, still it felt like an empty eternity. The pitless void of existence.
Looking up at the sky to whispers a faithless prayer; you heard a noise.
It sounded ominous and majestic, what you were hearing, was the distant sound of a dragon.
You hoped it will be Lucerys. You prayed it will be him.
The dragon landed enormous and ancient.
Someone dismounted, he was tall and was wearing a leather eye-patch. He looked calm.
You took a step forward.
He keeps his good eye fixed on you, but his expression remains unchanged. His eye seem to be searching the depths of your mind, penetrating every fibers of your being. He seems to be a marble statue. He is so beautiful. His porcelain skin. His pure white hair. He's a trueborn Targaryen; no doubts, but he is not your dear Lucerys; he was so far behind him.
He started to speak.
"It's a honour to met you, my name is Prince Aemond Targaryen, son of King Viserys Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower, uncle of Lucerys Velaryon."
He smiled. He looked honest but your own paranoia was warning you; this Aemond was shady, the way he said Lucerys's lastname was strange. It sounded like he was hiding something.
"Y/N L/N." You said introducing yourself.
He smiled to you. His voice his so beautiful and commanding, his face is so perfect and his good eye was like a star in the night sky. He was undoubtly trying to charm you. That was foolish of him.
"What do you seek Prince Aemond?" You asked in a cold tone.
"Rumours say that you're a witch." He stared at you fascinated.
He knew the truth about you.
You remained cold as ice and you laughed; an eerie laugh.
Aemond was now somehow afraid that if he said anything rude to you, and you'll took it too seriously, that you'll took it as a threat, you'll would be able to put a spell on him. As he got scared, like he felt like he was completely at your mercy - In other words, like he was beneath you -, and this was unacceptable to Aemond.
The prince looked lost, all his confidence vanishing within a minute. He looked to the ground, feeling a mix if fear and respect for you. He didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t really anything that he could say.
And you still remained silent. Your confident silence was your weapon. You smiled enigmatically. A crooked smile.
You, the Witch had won over the Dragon with just your mere presence.
Aemond felt something in his heart; his heartbeat betrayed himself.
Love at first sight.
The Prince's heart was beating in his chest. He couldn't believe that this could be happening.
Who is this? And why were they a witch and not of noble blood? They would be mine. My spouse, my partner.. my love... he thought to himself.
They’re the person I should be seeking in the world.
I will marry them he thought to himself. They're the kind of person who should be married to a prince; but not Lucerys.
They’re worthy of me.
Our wedding would be the most opulent ceremony in living memory. Never before and never since, would the realm seen such a display of wealth and power. The feasts, the gifts, the celebration of two souls intertwined in love. The entire realm would spoke of it and dreamed of having such a celebration and finding such love. Many people would cried tears of joy and the newlyweds would be blessed by the gods.
If it made Y/N happy, he would burn the world to ash for them. If it meant anything to them. He worshipped Y/N.
His mind was in wreck; repeating his fantazies about you and him obsessed by your gaze.
He was at a lost for words and simply stared.
You stayed, seemingly calm, but thought only one thing 'get Lucerys back'. You prepared a multitude of plans in your head, making sure that they were all achievable, at least in theory.
"I…" Aemond's mind rambled over and over.
The way you spoke. The way you stand. The way you looked. Everything about you was so perfect. Aemond was at their mercy. You could ask for almost anything and he would've agreed to it.
"Now… You listen to me…"
"Yes," He replied in a shaky voice. It was as if the sight of you had rendered him a total fool.
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@madame-fear @skygochi @michispita
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Could I request a self aware neige reacting to us being the definition of a Disney princess? Thanks and have a good day
Self-aware au
I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsession, possessive behavior, manipulation, poison, unhealthy relationship
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Player is the definition of a Disney princess
Neige is already pretty naive (if you ask me) but even he had to do a double take when he witnessed you first hand
Animal magnet? Yes. Sunlight that hits you softly from the side like a well-meant cushion thrown by a passive-aggressive friend? Mhm. Choirs of angels in his head? They are living in there without paying rent
Even Neige is somewhere deep down like “mum, easy to abduct, just need sum cookies”
But we don't talk about his darker thoughts here (or at least not yet, point eight should start to get not do cuddly)
I wouldn't be surprised if RSA had something like “save the maiden in danger”-classes
Even if they don't, he will still somehow end up with you on a white horse riding into the sunset
I mean, hello? You thought he will leave alone? Just like that? (He hit you on the head or what??!)
When he saw you for the first time he was weary
Why did you seem so familiar... OH F-*insert un-princely vocabulary* YOU ARE THE OVERSEER!
But then again, how could you not be?
Just look at all the animals. The world is literally fighting for your attention!
So after mister “not so innocent innocence” finally decided that you are the one he always wants to be with he might do some things not so good for his reputation if his fans ever were to find out... unknowingly of course (does that make things better or worse?)
All I can say is, you, the innocent somehow seen as almighty cinnamon roll, believes every word he wipers into your ear
How ironic, Snow White is poisoning you this time... just without the apple and more with words
Before you know it you think that your friends are actually laughing all the gone about you and only see you as a fool
But no need to worry! He is here! Just for you! All you need to do is take his hand and follow him! I just don't know if you will ever see another human soul beside his own after that
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Y.Yandere Nightwing x transmasc reader? As treat? 👉👈
Sure thing! :D
Tw for: Yandere behavior, also, because reading comprehension seems to be dead nowadays, I DO NOT CONDONE NOR ENCOURAGE THIS BEHAVIOR. IF YOU THINK I DO, YOU ARE WRONG. DO NOT IMITATE THIS BEHAVIOR.
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💙 Going with the idea that it starts off normal, like, he conceals his tendencies, he starts off as a seemingly normal total sweetheart! He offers to help with your transition and everything!
💙 But the instant the family accepts you and Dick? Good luck ever getting out of the manor without an escort.
💙 The only voice of reason is Alfred, thank fuck.
💙 Try to sneak out back? Tim's out there.
💙 Sneak out the rooftop window? Jason's up there.
💙 Sneak out the front? Damian.
💙 The reason everyone is so on your ass the whole time is because they all respect and care about Dick.
💙 Talking about Dick himself, though, he's very much so overprotective and overpossessive, treating you as though you're made of already cracked glass.
💙 "You want to go out to town? Babe, you know how dangerous it is out there!! I don't want you to get hurt."
💙 "You want some time alone? But what if someone stalked you here with malicious intent?!"
💙 Very much so builds up your distrust of people other than him and his family so as to keep you close.
💙 He's very touchy. Like, he's not afraid to touch you wherever he wants.
💙 He very much so uses gender affirming compliments, making sure you feel loved.
💙 He does love you. He loves you so much.
💙 Why do you think he's doing all this? Because he doesn't love you? How terrible of a human being do you take him for?
💙 He does love you, he does!
💙 The-Th-The locks are for your safety, h-he only wants what's best for you!!
💙 Just stop SCREAMING.
💙 If he were to be honest with you, you living in a different place than him fucking killed him inside. He hated being without you so fucking much. It made him twitchy. That's why he took you to live with him.
💙 Chances are that he'll keep as close an eye on you as he can.
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