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darkbluekies · 1 day
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Headcanon: King Edmund as a boyfriend
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Last installment for this type of headcannon!!
Yandere!king x reader
Warnings: mentions of murder, gaslighting, isolation, pressuring to have a son, Edmund being promiscuous, mentions of sex
King Edmund is a spoiled, self-centered bastard who cares for nothing but himself — and you, of course :)
Edmund works a lot, and when he's working, you are the only one that is allowed to interrupt him
When he's not working, he loves to spend time with you — reading, having lunch, playing games, talking.
You are his first real friend because of his isolated childhood and he is determined to never let you go, terrified to be alone again, which is why he doesn't let you walk through most parts of the castle, you're only allowed in a small, restricted part which is guarded day and night.
He is extremely jealous and possessive of you because of his abandonment issues, which makes your life absolute hell, and he can often overreact when seeing someone look at you for too long.
Edmund is strict with rules and if you break any of them (example being trying to leave him) you will be dealt with, by being locked in the dungeons and/or (if you have talked with someone you shouldn't) watch people get murdered — fear tactic is something Edmund’s a big fan of.
Edmund will give you whatever you want, no money is too much to watch you smile, and he will make your birthday a national holiday.
Before he met you, Edmund had somewhat of a promiscuous reputation among his staff because he used to sleep around with a handful of selected women, but now when he has you he has gotten rid of them.
Edmund has a high sex drive because of his age (19), but because of his busy schedule, he barely has time to initiate any time with you ... but when he does manage to, he's a pretty experimental lover, chasing highs in new ways — some too scandalous for his title.
He is pressuring you to have a male heir, because that's what he needs to deliver to his kingdom before he can relax and put it past him, and will not stop before you have a son.
He can be himself with you and you're the only one that get to see the teenage, childish, boyish, playful side of him and it is so different from "king" Edmund.
Fighting with Edmund is already doomed from the start, he is gaslighting you — basically making you question yourself and start to wonder if you are hysteric — until you break down, and then he comforts you saying "I forgive you, you just need to rest."
In conclusion: the two sided Edmund is a handful to deal with, but he won't let you leave him for that♡
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take a hint fuckboy.
Yandere playboy x gn!reader
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♥️Kameron usagi was the most popular guy in your school. He had money, good looks, fantastic grades, even his own car and well paying job, which was any sophomores dream. What was not to love? Well..just one itsy bitsy detail.
♥️ he was a major fuckboy. Hitting beds just like he's hitting bases on the fields. He's slept with nearly every girl on campus, you wouldn't be surprised if he slept in a couple guy's too. Still, he actually expected you to overlook his "past" of sleeping around? You probably would, if you hadn't spent the last four years in the same class with him
♥️wooing girls (and guys), going on a few dates, bed them, dump them, and repeat. It ended up with more broken hearts than you could count. But no one has the balls to actually speak up about it. Why? Because kameron could easily wreck their social life. make them be hated by the entire school, even potentially fucking up their future if they really ticked him off
♥️but with you? Oh he's complete putty in your hands. Sadly you seemed to hate his guts. You aren't seriously mad about him sleeping with all your friends-? Oh.. you are. Well, this complicates things huh!
♥️kameron is incredibly delusional the longer his persistence goes on. Believing this is all some game and deep down you love him back. You're just shy and nervous! Dont worry! He can wait (no he can't.)
♥️he sends his cronies to stalk you. Making them collect whatever they can to add to his shrine of you in his bedroom. He Photoshops pictures of you both, posting them on social media so everyone can see! His pressuring you into a relationship isn't very subtle. You know what he's doing. But what can you do? He practically rules the school since his parents are grand contributers to the funding
♥️by the time sophomore year is ending, you're worn out and too tired to fight back. Simply giving in to his obsessive love and silently praying that one of the college's you sent applications to will accept. When you nod your head as he holds a large rose bouquet and a box of chocolates, he's jumping for joy. Taking you into his arms and kissing you deeply. Swooping you into his Camaro.
♥️ atleast now you're technically the queen of the school. You're popular and people gush about your relationship with incredible fondness. The downside is now that everyone knows, it'll be harder to break up with him because how could you ruin such a picture perfect relationship? Shame on you y/n. (Ignore the fanclub of ex girlfriends frothing at the mouth thinking up ways to ruin your life)
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nestypewriter · 2 months
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[Villain Darling]: (sipping on their coffee while enjoying the quiet atmosphere)
[Yandere! Hero]: (Appears out of the bushes) Stop Right There Evil Doer! (Slaps the coffee out of your hand)
[Villain Darling]: What the f*ck! (You stood up)
[Yandere! Hero] It's time to pay for your crimes! (Points at you)
[Villain Darling]: CAN WE DO THIS TOMORROW?!
[Yandere! Hero]: I'm sorry what-?
[Villain Darling] it's literally my day-off!
[Yandere! Hero]: (Gets embarrass and put his hand on his neck) O-Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't know!
[Villain Darling]: You just have to ruined my day (rolling your eyes)
[Yandere! Hero]: I-I'm really sorry! Here! I'll buy you a new fresh cup of coffee!
[Villain Darling]: Good! Make you sure you add a pastry there too!
[Yandere! Hero]: R-Right away! (Rushing off to a nearby cafe)
{The day ended with the villain enjoying their fresh cup of coffee with a pastry to eat, as the hero went back to the hero's headquarters to explain why he didn't capture the villain.}
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veliana · 1 month
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I'm obsessed with ♡♡♡
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I'm obsessed with the idea of ​​a :
Yandere , who is a rich and powerful man. Maybe a ceo, a politician or a big boss of the mafia.One day, while he's in his car, he notices you by chance and it's love at first sight. From then on, he starts researching and collecting everything he can find about you. As soon as he sees something that might interest you, whether in shop or on the internet (thanks to the hacking skills of a guy he threatened who give him access to everything about your online presence), he buy it immediately. He keeps it all out in his luxurious penthouse, waiting for the day you live with him kidnapped or not. He's clearly obsessed with the idea that you're perfect and whenever he thinks you have an opinion on something, he claims it's true without even hesitation. Moreover, he is sure that nothing bad can come from you, if you lie for any reason, even if he has proof of the lie, he will be convinced that what you said is THE ONLY TRUTH. In the event of a conflict between you and someone else, it is obvious that the other party is in the wrong and will be severely punished tortured to deathfor daring to disrespect you, perfection incarnate, a god /goddess. He tends to nickname you affectionately, calling you “My king/my queen”, “Treasure”, “My angel”.
Would anyone be interested if I wrote a fic or headcanon about this?
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aajjks · 8 months
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Teachers pet (m)
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synopsis: forbidden is always irresistible.
pairing: yändêrê stüdënt x fëm!tëächër rëädër.
warnings: söft yändērē, sïmp bëhävïöür, öbsëssîvë thoughts, öbsëssïön, dïrty thöüghts, tëächêr x stüdënt, förbïddën rômãncë. ägë dïffërënce.
note. my second oc is here, send him asks, talk to him, ask me questions about him, I like him he’s sexy 😵‍💫
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yandere!student who has the biggest crush on you.
You who are his teacher, so much older than him.
Yandere!student who only excels at your classes, trying his best to get good grades so he can impress you.
Yandere!student who feels like he will actually cum when you praise him, or call him a good boy.
Yandere!student who hates it when you praise his fellows, he hates it, it makes his skin itch, he wants to kill anyone who gets your praise other than him.
Yandere!student who is rude to his other teachers, he can’t focus on their lectures, all he thinks about is you you you.
Yandere!student who is so shy around you, who puts in so much effort into his appearance for your sake, who loves to act like a good boy, so you can see just how good he can be.
Yandere!student who is always early to your class, who always makes sure to sit right infront of you so you can look at him.
Yandere!student who couldn’t help but cry from the relief when he got to know that you were divorced and currently single.
Yandere!student who doesn’t hesitate to beat up the creeps in your class that sexualise you, oh no, he’s going to kill them, you are not an object or a piece of meat to be ogled at.
Yandere!student who purposely gets detention just so he can look at you for hours and fantasise about his desires,
Yandere!student who finds your children so adorable, who makes sure to slip in a few compliments for them to charm you.
Yandere!student who wants you so bad, but he knows you won’t ever give him a chance.
yandere!student who won’t stop until you’re his. Because he always gets what he wants.
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“Christian?”
he can hear someone call out his name, yet he doesn’t reply, he’s busy looking at you, you’re so beautiful with your glasses, that cherry shade of lipstick on your lips is driving him insane.
How can someone look so hot while teaching, he will have to ask you that.
“Christian?!!?” Oh he’s getting pissed now.
“WHAT?!!?” The blue eyed male stands up, chewing on his metal tongue piercing as he glares his icy eyes into the girls face, Christian doesn’t realise the attention of the whole class on him,
Until you call his name out.
“Christian Dias? Is everything alright?”
His eyes almost roll back the way you call out his name, you say it with so much elegance it makes him want to scream. “M-Ms YN… she keeps talking to me, can you please change my seat?”’
“Umm sure. But not now, the period is almost over so tomorrow, now focus.”
He can’t argue with you.
“Okay.”
“And see me after class.”
His eyes widen with surprise, excitement starts to bubble inside his chest. He gives you a nice dimpled smile. “Sure? Anything you want, ms YN!”
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oncomingnight · 8 months
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Yandere! Husband
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Barry attended culinary school in Paris, France, earning himself a bachelor's degree in baking and pastry arts. Because of this, he was able to open up his own bakery that gets receives nothing but praise. Thanks to his talented advances, he's able to build an incredibly comfortable and peaceful life with you, his beautiful wife.
After a long day of work, he enjoys quickly putting together your favorite meals and gently guiding you to the table with his hand on your lower back. He'll handfeed fruitful pastries to you as he listens attentively about absolutely anything you're currently feeling passionate about.
He isn't a jealous man, not at all. The only thing he strongly dislikes is when someone is persistent with their attraction to you. From his body language, you can tell that he's extremely confident, but the only person he even thinks of impressing is you. He tries to stop himself from blushing when you gush over the hooked appearance of his nose, the beauty mark on his right cheek, his glossy chestnut hair and heavily lashed downturned eyes.
On the day of your wedding, there was no way he could've prevented himself from full on sobbing as he recited his vows, words depicting feelings of pure devotion. When it was time for your vows, he wiped at his tears, gazed at you lovingly and reached to hold your stray hand as the other held your paper.
That night, his focus was solely on your pleasure. Barry doesn't consider sex toys as an enemy, rather, he takes them as an opportunity to help you reach immense amounts of pleasure.
He takes incredible joy in being able to just take care of you. He'll sit behind you as you're sat between his legs in the bath, gently massaging soap into your skin, wrapping your soaked body with a warm lavender scented robe and carrying you to bed.
Barry enjoys reading broad books on incredibly mind-twisting topics such as: The terrifying art that was made in subject of WWI. He's simply intrigued by several major events in the history of mankind.
He has a knack for listening to old romance songs, many of them in different languages other than english. From everything I've been telling you, it's incredibly easy to tell that he's an immensely romantic man. Reading to you as the both of you lay in bed, slow dancing with you in the living room as old westerns play, hugging you from the back and swaying your bodies together, etc.
Barry will take interest in absolutely anything and everything you seem to enjoy.
He's an amazing husband who will stop at nothing to do what it takes in order to keep you safe and happy.
He meant it when he said, ""till death do us part." His love has no limits.
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Yandere Manager When You Call in Sick
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“Wait what!?”
Your eyes are so heavy you can barely see
Your body too is like concrete
And the Hot and Cold chills changing from an inescapable savanna to the North side of the Arctic
It’s honestly a miracle you were able to call at all
For all his nagging and disturbing actions for the time being he is your official boss
It would be unprofessional not to say something
You also must be in such a haze because you only called him and not the assistant manager
After you make the call, you return to the pillow and you slip back into a feverish sleep
Of course unbeknownst to you the Manager is losing it
The other employees have probably gotten the gist after he launched a chair into the breakroom wall and began angrily mumbling to himself
“B-b-boss, why don’t you go visit them? Like, offer to take care of them!”
“Y-y-yeah j-j-j-ust give us the keys for lock up and you can go pick up some soup for them or something. Y-you still have their key right?”
Like an instant change of night and day, the Manager is all smiles as he easily wrenches the chair from the new hole in the wall
“Thanks, guys! I promise not to secretly apply those pay cuts I wanted to. I’ll also be sure to give you a pizza party. And for good measure, I won’t slash your tires. ”
“What?!” “Wait–”
“Toodaloo!” 
With a skip in his step, Clyde is on his way to your house after visiting the local pharmacy and employing his manager's discount 
Ie: blackmail 
“Honey, I’m home! Have you eaten today? Drink any water?”
If it weren’t for the attempts at getting this man off your property 
But of course, he’ll stroll in with his copied key of yours
And for once you’ll probably appreciate it
Massages or icepack or heating pad whatever you want he pampers you beyond compare
Taking advantage of your feverish disposition to lick kiss the sweat on your body
“You’re so sweet, Honey! Even when your sick!”
After a swab on the inside of your cheek don’t ask why he wanted that+
And a little cuddle 
Then he starts doing your chores
Clothes, food prep, organizing, cleaning 
He gets to work
Taking the dirty undergarments or sucking on your toothbrush as compensation
It’s a nervous habit
Where he keeps himself busy because staring at your labored breathing scares him 
He’ll pop into check on you but for his health he can’t be by your side 24/7
At the end of the day, if your temperature hasn’t gone down, he might call his special doctor
Now don’t try asking for their  credentials–they’ll just ignore you
But they’ll make sure you’ll pull through from this 
“How are you feeling, my love? Better?”
“W-what are you doing in my house?”
“Now do you want takeout or homemade chili? Also, I don’t approve of your shift changes so you’ll have to come in your usual times.”
When you are well enough to physically push him out he’ll start concluding his visit
“GET OUT! And don’t come back!”
“So mean! You’re lucky I don’t dock your pay right now!”
For all his whining he is quite pleased
The haul was magnificent this time around
Part of its charm is the fact that you were in the house when he stole it
“Ah what a good day….it’s almost so good maybe I won’t slash my employees' tires anyway…,,,who am I kidding? That’s the best part of the weekend!”
More of Yandere Manager
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compact-turtle · 1 year
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Yandere Farmer character x GN reader 
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Concept: Yandere Farmer x GN reader 
Tw: Delusional Yandere, Age-gap?, Obsessive, Possessive PART 2 <-
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-Yandere Farmer who lives alone on a farm.  There was no one to comfort him, make him any meals, or lay in bed with. It hadn’t dawned on him how much he desired a family. 
-A cute little spouse who would stay home and greet him with a kiss. They’d whisper sweet words as they threw their arms around his neck. Children that would run to his side after a long day. 
-Yandere Farmer who opens the door to three college students. They’re all standing on his porch eagerly asking if they can stay the night. They explain that their car died on the road. Honestly, he doesn’t give a shit.  He’s about to kick them off his property until they offer him money. 
-Yandere Farmer who reluctantly lets them in. He tells them they can figure out sleeping arrangements in the living room. He’s about to go to bed when one of the students stops him. They ask for a favor. Their stubborn friend refused to follow them and insisted on sleeping in the car. They ask for him to pick up their friend. 
-And he’s about to decline the favor. Until they offer some more cash incentives. He groans internally but hops into his red pickup truck. His trusty revolver is strapped onto his side. However, he deploys his two guard dogs to watch the house before he leaves. 
-He drives down the road until he spots an abandoned car. He gets out of the truck with his flashlight.
- Slowly, he approaches the car windows. He shines a light inside and his heart skips a beat. There you are fast asleep tucked in with a blanket.
- The moonlight shines over your face as you snuggle deeper into the blanket. You were the prettiest thing he'd seen in a long time. 
-You were so vulnerable.  What if he was a bad guy? It would be so easy to take advantage of you. Good thing he stumbled upon you instead of some creep. 
-It feels like hours as he simply stares at your face. You look like a fairy who descended upon earth. He felt wrong waking you up from such a peaceful slumber. Yet, it’d be much safer in his arms at his house rather than this dingy car. 
“Ay, Wake up.” 
-He watches as your eyes begin to open in confusion. You look around until he knocks on the window. Your eyes dart up and go wide. Just like a deer caught in the headlights. 
-He explains the situation then insists you get into his car. You reply that you’d rather spend the night in the car. You don’t want to trouble him. 
-How sweet. You think you have a choice. 
-In the end, you were forced into his pickup truck. He threw your luggage in the trunk then slid in the driver seat. The car choked to life as he shifted it into drive. The atmosphere was tense. 
-You’re silent. He’s silent. 
- Yandere Farmer who doesn’t know what to talk about. He doesn’t have much experience interacting with other people. He grew up mainly isolated with overbearing parents who were abusive. (Good thing he fixed that problem though)
-However, his gruff voice breaks the uncomfortable tension between you two.
“What’s yer name?” 
“Y/n” You answered back meekly. 
“Got a loverboy waiting for you?”
-You shake your head. He listens to how you mentioned that you’ve never been in a relationship.  
-Good.
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yandere-romanticaa · 5 months
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masterlist.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍! who's the talk of the town once he moves and settles in. The gossip started to pool in mostly due to his looks. He wasn't necessarily what one would call "conventionally attractive" but there was this air to him that was impossible to ignore. It was hard to find him anywhere throughout the day because he spent almost all of his time in the morgue, regardless if his work hours had long since passed. The only time he could really be seen was if you would be lucky enough to see him in the wee hours in the morning, large briefcase in hand and heading straight towards the usual destination. Small amounts of people would gather in the coffee shops and spy on the man. Gossip spread like wildfire but no one had the guts to actually approach him.
One chilly October morning, you decided to be brave. Pushing your insecurities aside your curiosity ended up getting the better of you. There was no turning back.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍! who's caught off guard by your sudden and bold approach but he doesn't mind.
As a matter of fact, he finds it quite refreshing.
He's not saying much as the day is just a bit too early for him and despite his drowsiness, he is paying attention to you like a hawk. His soft brown eyes are focused on your lips, listening to your every word. You invited him out on a coffee but he frowns - he has to work. A serial killer has been on the loose recently and due to that individual his work keeps piling on. Families need closure and he is an important part of that process. With a sad sigh he declines your generous offer and your demeanor is like that of a balloon which was violently popped, by his own hand none the less. He feels a bit guilty and proposes the idea that you actually come to his place of work if you're so keen on getting to know him. It was a little twisted of him but he was curious to see how fast you would shoot him down on this offer but the opposite happened.
You accepted it in a heartbeat.
Well, now he has to tidy everything up.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍! who can't help but to feel a little starstruck once he actually meets you on this would-be coffee date. He actually prepared a selection of teas in advance just in case you didn't actually like coffee, along with an assortment of snacks to boot. You sit in the lobby and make small talk with each other. The atmosphere is comfortable as soft music plays in the background, ranging from the latest pop music to classical violin. He doesn't like the quiet, he confesses to you. He can't do anything properly because the silence is too deafening to him.
He doesn't tell you that the sound of your voice is like lovely rain on a hot summer day to him. Cooling, refreshing. Perhaps a little bit necessary. His work hours are long and odd and the only people that surround him are not even alive.
That's his own fault though. His urges are too much to handle, sometimes. He has no one else to blame for enhancing his work other than himself.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍!, who starts to make room in his schedule for you whenever he can. Ideally, he doesn't actually like bringing you to the morgue. The place where he works is dark, desolate and cold.
That is no place for the likes of you.
No, he likes to see you bask in the warmth of the sun with a hot beverage in your hand, a goofy smile on your lips as you tell him the plot of the last book you read or the game you had played. He never has the heart to tell you to stop, your excitement is far too precious to him.
He is aware that he is not the easiest person to approach. Aside from the fact that people get a little jumpy once they learn that he works with the dead, his personality isn't much to brag about either. Whilst polite there's a level of dryness to him, a lack of humanity which other people are not so keen on. His shoulder black hair is always messy and, yes he will admit it, his fashion choices are a tad bit archaic. He's gotten an earful from strangers that he looks less like a man from the 21st century and more like a vampire from an 18th century gothic novella.
He knows those are not meant to be taken as compliments but he still sees them as such.
You like to tease him for his fashion choices and make an attempt to improve his wardrobe but you don't want to do too much. Truth be told, you like the way he looks but you don't dare tell him.
If he were to find that out his ego would go through the damn roof.
Within weeks, his closet was filled with comfortable blazes, a sweater or two, some casual t-shirts and some fresh, crisp white button ups that go along with pretty much anything and everything. He gave you the liberty of picking everything out for him.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍!, who starts to act more like a member of polite society rather than a reclusive shut in. You took his hand and showed him a glimpse of the world, just how beautiful everything can be. There are so many colors and smells, all so dominating and sweet. You take every chance you can to get him outside even if he's not very fond of the sun. You chastise him for how pale and sickly he looks as you shove food at him, his lanky body showing obvious signs that he was not eating properly.
He simply was not hungry. Food could never satisfy him. He only ate because his body demanded so of him. And for you, of course. He would never turn down any food you gave to him. Ever.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍!, who starts to become sloppy. His cuts are imperfect and his concentration has never been worse. He stares down at the corpse on his steel table, the bright light above him giving the dead hunk of flesh an unearthly aura of peace. With his gloved hand he reached for the poor victims cheeks, which have now gone hollow and dead. Your face suddenly flashes through his head, your giggles filling his ears, in a manner similar to that of when a person is submerged under water.
What would happen if this were you?
He never could have imagined that he could ever be this charmed by another human being.
For his entire life all he has ever had were his books, notes and his own gloomy company. He was not deserving of someone like you, a creature that thrived among the living. He suddenly stabbed the corpse beneath him with his scalpel, his hand shaking from the rage which overtook him.
Why couldn't he be alive like that?
What was wrong with him?
He could never get along with human beings, no matter how hard he tried. He stopped trying ages ago because the harder he tried, the more he failed.
There was no denying the fact that he was a freak of nature.
An abomination.
If he cannot function around the living he could always turn towards the dead. They made for much better company anyway, always there to listen to him and his woes.
It was frightening how much he relied on you now. His sanity was in your hands and you had no clue.
How cruel.
He hated you. He was beyond envious of your ability to function like a normal human being. All the things which you had perceived to be normal were nothing but pure anomalies to him. And yet, the more he hated you the more he craved you. He could never regret the decision of allowing you to enter his life. It was nice to be wanted.
He loved it when you wanted him.
Do you want him in the same manner in which he wants you? Did you possess the same wicked desires which he did? Human beings are all the same when push comes to shove. Their true colours are shown once they're faced with death.
And suddenly, he knew what he was going to do later that week.
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🥀 𝐀/𝐍: I'm not good with creating original characters and I apologize for that. However! I keep having the same dream over and over and I just thought that it would be neat to turn them into entertainment for the rest of the world to see. Please share your thoughts and opinions with me, they are always highly appreciated!
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hana-no-seiiki · 8 months
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based off of this short
YAN! KIDNAPPER: I have your chi-
READER’S PARENT: Keep them for a week and I’ll wire you 20K USD *hangs up*
READER: . . . so . . .
YAN! BABYSITTER: *unties reader* Get ready you adorkable idiot. We’re going for a shopping spree of a lifetime. You’re mine now.
READER: .O. ✨
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mayullla · 5 months
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Title: A Cruel Punishment
Character(s): Viscount (Unnamed character/original work)
Summary: You were cast aside by your fiance, a prince who fell in love with another woman. You were called an evil woman and you thought you would be sent away yet instead you were given to another. Your hands trembled when you read the contract that you would wed a terrible man.
Tags/Warnings: male!yandere, fem!reader, viscount!yandere x fallen aristocrat!reader, both are adults, general yandere themes, manipulation (both physical and mental), power imbalance, forced marriage, corporal punishment, loss of control, womb tattoo that is not sexual, forced servitude, 4.7k words
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This was your punishment.
You did try of course. You tried everything in your power not to have this happen… Yet no matter what you did you were treated like a villain in front of that girl. Tears in your eyes as you watch the man you have loved hold another woman with such care while looking at you in disdain and disgust like you were the devil. 
After misunderstandings and misunderstandings, your fiance has cast you aside for the girl who had become the talk of the aristocratic society. You were also spoken of, as the wicked one who lost her fiance to some countryside noble girl. The lady who was cruel and cunning. A bully towards those who could not speak up for themselves. A noble who had set up her own fall.
Yet that was never the case. You were nothing of that sort yet no one believed. When cautious eyes stayed away from you, not wanting to be caught in the waves or rumors. When those who cared for entertainment smiled at you wickedly, watching everything around you collapse. Those who didn't care turned their backs towards you walking away.
Maybe you should have tried harder… but it was too late. Kicked out of noble society, you awaited your punishment.
You thought you would be sent to a monastery. A punishment to banish the cruel women of nobility. Yet just before you could step foot towards that place, you were dragged back to where you were. 
They had no place for you. Food and water, none of that nor a place for you to sleep. For you, a far worse punishment awaited you. As you stared at the letter sent to you your knees fell to the floor. 
A marriage arrangement contract with the viscount. Cursive, beautiful, and elegant... it was terrifying.
There were many rumors surrounding him, he was someone who always smiled yet the more sharp ones could see the cunningness and hunger in his eyes. There were many rumors around him, that even while handsome many sound-minded women stayed away from him. For those ladies who did not, it was long before they suddenly disappeared, fell into madness or their family suddenly became bankrupt. 
There were rumors that circulated around the nobility that the viscount was dangerous, had a hold of the black market, and dabbled in dark magic. But there was no concrete proof, there was nothing. It was impossible to find information that the rumors were true and those who tried to unravel what was covered could only regret it.
The moment you read the contract that he would have you as his wife it was as if cold water was dumped onto you. Fear encased your heart as you wondered if this was your punishment. 
Those who have heard of this news wondered if you would even be alive after your marriage with that man. Some thought that you would not last even a month later found in a ditch somewhere body chopped into pieces, while organs were sold to the highest bidder.
You were scared as you were essentially dragged to his mansion, under the guise that you and him should get to know each other more before marriage which was in two months' time. Reaching the place and forced to sit down in the guest waiting room, your hands shook as you held your teacup to your lips, you could not focus on the maids bringing desserts. Seconds felt like hours till he finally showed, the same smile on his lips that felt nothing more than a mask. It was obvious that he was hiding something. 
He never tried to hide that smile, in fact, you have never seen another expression on his face other than that sly smile. Maybe already confident that no one would ever find those secrets.
You were cautious of him, having met him a few times at parties and balls you have always kept your guard up and alert around him, never once able to feel comfortable when he stared down at you like a predator watching its prey. You always tried to avoid him, and when you could not you could only sigh in relief when the conversation ended and the two of you separated.
Yet here you were.
"I hope you didn't wait long." He gently asked, taking a seat on the sofa in front of you. The servants had silently left the room after he had motioned them to go out (a flick of his hand) leaving only you and him alone. You shook your head telling him that it was fine that you didn't wait long which he looked as if he had brightened considerably. 
"Then please be comfortable. I do hope the tea is to your liking."
His sly smile never left his face.
It made it difficult to actually make yourself comfortable when you didn't know what he was actually thinking. The short small chat between you and him felt too long as he asked about your likes and dislikes, hobbies, and such. Drinking your tea, you were parched from all the talking and your nerves had somewhat calmed down but you tried your best to hide the tremble in your hand. 
"You must be sad that you have broken up with your fiance." Looking up you looked at the smiling face of the viscount from your tea. His elbow on his crossed knee while he rested his chin on his hand, "You have been his fiance ever since you were little kids. Why do I imagine it is still difficult to separate when you have been together for so long."
You froze at his words, the hurt in your heart that of what happened just a few days ago was still fresh from the pain. "I pitied you. Such a lovely lady, that looked like a rose wilting as others laughed at a beautiful thing. Why when I heard that they planned to send you to the monastery, I only thought it was unfortunate." He sipped his tea calmly as his eyes watched you, as your hands tightened around the teacup fear climbing up your body as you tried to lean away but were unable to because of the sofa.
"...I am sorry... what are you trying to say?" You didn't understand if he was trying to offend you or if he wanted to show his pity. 
You felt a wave of dizziness wash over you.
"Hmmm, for you my dear what I mean to say is that I found it tragic to send such a beautiful lady away." Tilting his head, his sharp eyes staring at you. You tried to concentrate on his words, yet you were struggling. "Then I thought that having you in my grasp would make for such a fine idea. You wouldn't have to go but instead be able to stay and I will get to keep you for myself. Of course, you would need much training before I would release you back into the noble society just like that."
Huh? You tried to listen, yet his words and face started to become a blur. Dizzy and tired you thought as you placed a hand on your head wondering what was the matter with you and if the stress from everything finally caught up to you. It was hard to understand his words, yet you could remember the mocking tone of it. It was getting harder to keep your eyes open.
"It seems that medicine is finally working. Don't worry dear I have made sure just to give you a tiny dose."
There was a sound of glass breaking, wondering what happened you tried to get up again yet were unable to when a hand placed itself on your cheek. The warmth of it was enough to get you to close your eyes. The last thing you heard was his voice.
"Such a cute little dove. Sleep love. When you wake up you will have no more rest. I will train you to become a fine lovely wife just for me and in the eyes of society."
After that darkness was all you could see, consuming all light.
Waking up, you had a major headache. Slowly moving as you push yourself up from the bed when you hear a door open and shut. "You are finally awake."
Opening your eyes, you looked around wondering why you were hearing a somewhat familiar voice when you realized where you were. In a dark room with no windows all except a lamp that lit up the room. There was almost no furniture except the bed that you lay on with expensive sheets and blankets. You suddenly moved alarmed by where you were when the clanging of chains tugged your leg preventing you from getting farther.
Putting force into your leg to pull the chain, you yelped when a sudden pain sprang on your bosom. Grabbing your stomach you looked down to see a crest. A beautiful yet erotic design was laid on the lower side of your stomach through the sheer nightclothes. “You are finally awake! You have slept for quite a while now… three days actually, but I had to make sure that you would not have any irreversible damage from the seal.
"Where... where am I?" You looked at him bewildered, fear and distrust shown in your eyes as you watched him walk closer to you.
"You are in the room you will stay for a little while till our wedding." You raised a brow at his words, surprised and in disbelief but he only chuckled. "My little future wife, my adorable pet, your surprised expression is just so cute. Even since a long time ago, since we met each other the first time I always had this fascination towards you." 
Bending his hips, you and him looked face to face at each other. There was a certain twinkle in his eyes, one that you often see in the past whenever he looked at you. "You see it was something like a love at first sight. While I never believed that at first, I realized that it was indeed true when I first laid eyes on you. Such a prim and proper little lady, trying her best to hide her struggles from the pressure of being the finance of a prince while smiling. Seeing you made me wonder what other expressions you have other than the ones that you show in public. I don't know why but I have a hard time getting you off my mind. And the more I thought about you the more I.. fell."
"Quite the love story is it not? However, you have already belonged to someone else, to that foolish and without a lick of sense or talent prince. I do not understand what you see in such a useless buffoon." Dry words of distaste made you flinch. "But it seems I must only do so little to get him out of your side. Why, he himself volunteered to get out of my sight."
You looked at him alarmed at his words when he suddenly grabbed your chin. Examining as if you were a product that he bought. "He is quite the lustful man, don't you think? Falling in love with a woman when all she did was sway her hips and fall in his arms. That woman is a seductress. Her eyes were very greedy for things that didn't belong to her. I have a distaste for such harlots, I prefer the more meek ones, the little mice or loyal dogs."
Placing your hand on his arm you attempted to get out of his hold. "Stay still dear, I have to check if they did anything to your love face dear. I wasn't able to really examine your face much when I was so busy placing that seal." You yelped when your body suddenly didn't listen when you tried to get away. Your own body started to inch closer to him and stayed still.
"It seems that the seal is working quite nicely don't you think?" His smile could not help but widen a little more as he watched your frantic eyes, asking what he had done to you. "Your little seal here is just to make sure you are properly going to follow with your training and not run away. I had it created just for you when I heard that your fiance wanted to break up with you."
"It is just a simple commanding seal, you are quite the doll but even so I prefer my lover to be well collared just in case she had any thoughts of leaving." Your eyes watered at his words, terror seeping into your veins at the implications.
“My beautiful dove, you belong only to me.”
Things went down from there, forced into his every whim you were forced to study and learn to be the perfect wife for the viscount. Whenever you made a mistake there was a punishment. You learned how to care for the mansion. Yet the more you looked the more your blood became cold.
He was a cruel man. No matter how much you begged the servants to let you out they would not. Instead, they would report your actions to their master which would result in you being punished by him. You felt nothing more than dirt when he hit your hands if not your calves with a rod, tears in your eyes as you were forced to listen to his cooing, words of love, speaking of pain as he was forced to punish his oh so sweet lovely dear who just never listened to him.
You didn't want him anywhere near you, but you stifled all your complaints when you watched his eyes become cold the moment you tried to take a step out of line. So you kept it to yourself as your legs in his commands stayed still, as you showed your hands so that he could smear medicine on where he hit. Wanting nothing more than to hide yourself when you were forced to help him move your skirt so that he could place that cooling medicine in your calves. You were ashamed and embarrassed yet you could not do anything. 
Nothing at all.
Yet the more you stayed in this nightmarish mansion the more open secrets you found.
"I heard that you have caused some trouble with the maids, you know they would be the ones serving you later when you marry me. You should be kinder to them." 
"What happened to them..." You asked, shivering as you pushed yourself further on the bed, wanting anything but to be near the man who was the cause of it.
There was a rumor actually going around one of many about the servants in the viscount's house. When a person enters the mansion as a servant or maid there is a chance you will never see them again, and even if you did they would become a whole different person.
The viscount must have done something, something to make sure that whenever they went out they looked normal to an extent yet at the same time would rather kill themselves than leak a single word about their master. Except for a few who told you about the food and baths no one really spoke unless spoken to. Yet even then there was always this lifelessness in their tone, dead.
They were unbothered by what their master was doing to you, not one reaction did they create when you begged them for help. They wore blindfolds, the viscount didn't care for them but it feels that it was his way of showing his care for you. (Or maybe he wanted to see the shock in your eyes the moment you realize what actually happened to them.) It was by mistake you took off the blindfold of the maid, as you held your breath at their dead, hollow eyes lacking life. There was nothing in those eyes as if there were no memories, no life, nothing. 
They were nothing more than living dead puppets.
"What did you do to those people..." You whispered, flinching when he took another step towards you. Tears were in your eyes as you watched him stop as if to think. You were scared, frightened of what he would do. Could do to you. You thought those were slave tattoos that were banned from the kingdom due to how they would cause painful physical harm to the person, how it was inhumane. Due to its nature, the king banned it a few generations ago. 
"How..."
"Pfft." You flinched at the viscount reaction, trying to hold his chuckle at the back of his hand as he looked away for a moment. After chuckles and coughs escaped his lips he looked back at you again, walking closer to you again. "My dear, your mind thinks of amazing situations. Even I know that slave seals are banned in the kingdom. Why would I risk myself for something like that? I would also be placing you in danger when you are going to become mine soon."
Not that you weren't already. You saw it in his eyes, that he looked at you as if you were his own property.
Taking a seat on the bed that you were chained to he looked at you tilting his head, his smile was mocking as if asking if you were really that dumb. "You are just so cute dear. Let me explain it so that my fiance would understand." Raising his hands he motioned you to come towards him.
You didn't move, still scared, shivering like a small mouse much to his annoyance.
You yelped when your chained leg was roughly grabbed and pulled toward him. You looked fearfully towards the viscount who was staring down at you, his smile gone just for a moment. He raised his hand again, and you could not help but close your eyes till a hand touched your face in a gentle manner, it felt nothing but nauseating "Come here dear, get up. Let your fiance comfort you from your anguish."
But you didn't move, holding your hands near to your chest as you looked at him with fear. You were scared, so scared at the thought that the viscount would make you the same as those lifeless servants. Yet you were suddenly forced up but an invisible thing holding your arm roughly pulled you towards the viscount who caught you in ease. 
"Wha-" "Oh, so eager." That mocking tone again, so close to anger but also amused.
You yelled again, looking at your arms as they moved to their own accord around his neck while your legs also moved by themselves placing you on Viscount's lap. "So eager and so cute... Did you want to jump into my arms that much?" you heard him whisper in your ear as your face heated up in mortification, yet it was obvious that you were shivering still in fear, unable to forget what you saw. 
A small sound escaped your mouth as your body flinched when he wrapped his arms around your waist holding you tightly. "You are shivering dear, were you that afraid? I am sorry love, I should have been the one to come instead of the servants but you need to be punished after what you have done yesterday." Another tiny sound escaped your lips when he started to pat your back, tears flowing down your eyes. From the outside point of view, you looked like nothing but a tearful lady crying in her lover's arms begging him to forgive her, while he was nothing but patient.
You were glad that you could not see his face, as your tears stained the shoulder of his shirt. Patting your back his arm went back to hugging you tightly as he placed a kiss on your shoulder. It brought a chill down your spine. "Those servants are like this because I had to be sure that they would never leak any dangerous information. Many had tried already, I had to be cautious dear. I knew you would be scared of them so I had them cover their eyes." 
He placed a kiss on your shoulder again this time a little nearer to your neck. "The slave seal is banned and I would never dream of using it, so I made one of my own. The kind that is similar to the slave tattoo but would never hurt the wearer, it just keeps them in a trace, a dreamlike state, and only listens to orders."
You wanted to push him away, yet your arms that hugged his neck were locked in place, as your leg tried to curl around his leg without your command. You knew that he wasn't telling everything, that there was more to it as you wonder about the seal right below your belly button.
Your breath hitched when you felt him place his thumb on the seal, as you froze in your spot. Watching your reaction he laughed again, a laugh that sounded so cruel to your ears as he adjusted your body to move closer to him than what was before. 
Warmth touched your neck, his lips touching your neck. Hugging your waist tightly, it was suffocating yet it made him excited, the obsessive love in his eyes so painfully obvious, "My love, I would never do that to you. Your lovely face devoid of any feelings would only hurt me more. To make you a mindless thoughtless servant, that I could never do to you. You just need a little training compared to them..."
"Look at me." Your head did not listen to you, you did not want to look at him. Yet you had no choice but to show your crying face to the man who made you like this. Forced to make eye contact, you saw his obsessed greedy smile as he looked at your face. His eyes swirled with a crazed delight. 
You hate it.
You unconsciously jumped when he touched the seal again, there was a static that ran down your spine when he touched it. A foreign feeling that you didn't feel when you touched the seal yourself. Confused, you looked at him, eye round and asking which only made him laugh even more, "You are so adorable." He whispered as he pulled you closer so that your chests were touching. "So adorable, and mine. Forever mine." He whispered, your arms still wrapped around his neck he continued to mumble those words over and over again. His embrace tighter and tighter making it harder to breathe. "I will train you to become a lovely lady, that any other men and woman would look upon you with envy, yet your thoughts would only be infested with me."
Your body moved without your consent again, hugging just as tight. You didn't want this. "So cute. So cute. God it is so fun to watch you. Your body is still shivering and tears are still in your eyes. You are so cute." He laughed as he continued to say the same thing over and over again. "And you will be all mine officially too. Soon dear, in a few months you will be mine but for now you need to stay here okay? You still didn't finish your punishment too for slapping your poor fiance."
You flinched as he looked at you, feeling an immense pressure that was pushing you down the smile calculative and mischievous, "If you kiss me I will forgive you dear." He told you tilting his head.
You want anything but that, yet when you tried to push him away your body did anything but that as your hands on his shoulder pulled him closer instead. 
This was your punishment.
Yet nothing changed even after that. Nothing at all when your eyes were forced to read the books that talked about a prim and proper lady.
Every day in your mind you thought that this was your punishment. That you were weak, that you didn't know. Those misunderstandings between you and the prince were caused because you didn't try enough. The Viscount fed you well, even when you didn't have an appetite you tried to eat because of fear, cause you were fearful of the servants who looked after you. You were dressed "well" and taken care of. 
However, rather than a human you were almost treated like a doll. The chain was always there on your foot rather than useful; it was a reminder that you were trapped here.
Morning you were forced to study, manners that you learned when you were young you were forced to learn again with the viscounts teaching. He was more strict than your previous teachers, forcing you to do the same sets of movements again and again, from how you eat and how you drink tea. He wanted all the mannerisms drilled into your head so that you would be perfect. To how you walk and hold a teacup. You whelped in pain when he whips you from the small mistakes you have made. Your calves burned in pain and so did the palm of your hands.
Dancing was hell, he found everything wrong with each step. If you weren't able to do it, the punishment was simple as your body was forced to do the same movements over and over and over again. Depending on how skilled or how bad you were you could only become better as you were forced to dance the same song for hours on end. Your body holding the pose of holding the viscount shoulder and hand as he went away telling you to be good and continue practicing telling you that he would come back when he finishes work.
When he came back, you were sweating with a feverish tired look to your face as your body forced you to continue moving to the steps of the dance. More often than not you would fall into the arms of the viscount much to his delight. Asking if you finally memorize each and every step. Sometimes you could not answer too tired to do so and sometimes he was forgiving, other times not so much. You yelped in pain when you heard the loud smack, even while carrying you in his arms he was strong enough to hold you and land a slap on your butt for not answering. You would answer as soon as possible after that, scared that he would hit you again. 
It seems that much as he loved perfection, he also adored how fragile and weak you were in his arms. This idea of you being only able to rely on him. As he kissed your feet after taking off your dance shoes, watching you with a crazed lust in his eyes. Unable to pull away when all your energy had been taken away, you could do nothing but close your eyes away from the viscount and his taunting love.
There was even more training after that, he made so that each step you took reminded you of him whether that be the stinging pain of your butt after you had made the mistake of unconsciously trying to avoid him, or thin and revealing the clothes he made you wore were.
Silks and satins, short and over your knees essentially underwear in your eyes when the world viewed the showing of ankles to be too seductive and immoral dresses were the most covered-up clothes you were allowed to wear in the mansion. You hated the feeling of lifeless eyes that the servants had watching you.
And if he was feeling rather sadistic, he would mockingly manipulate your body to play to his whims.
On the day of the marriage, you could not help but stare at yourself in the mirror. You don't remember how many days you were trapped in the Viscount mansion. You wondered if you were broken, broken to the point that you had no willpower to even make a peep at your sufferings. You have long given up, too afraid of something worse you choose to fall. You were too afraid to resist and for him, this was nothing more than amusement. A satisfaction that you were his.
You could not run away, not when he held power over you. Not when he could manipulate your actions and steps. Nothing belonged to you, your life was signed away long ago ever since he saw you.
You thought of yourself as a marionette yet to him he thought of you as his lovely bride.
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Okay but a darling who has a blood phobia? It comes often with the fear of needles/syringes so after reading your Dr. Kry OneShot of reader being scared of needles I thought about the phobia.
And here are my thoughts :D Hope you don't mind 💕🙈 i tried my best to make it as authentic as possible with all the yanderes!
Tw: mentions of blood, murder, maybe gaslighting/manipulation, phobia
Edmund would be the WORST and most likey cause the phobia rather it being a thing before meeting him lol. But I am not sure if the phobia alone would be enough for him to consider not to kill in front of his queen anymore. Maybe the ball massacre would be enough and only time, but since his nature is unpredictable, there is no guarantee. Although he grows worried when his queen gets her periods everytime...
Dr. Kry would even have a much. harder. time. when it comes to blood tests and the first appointment might be where he finds out about his darling's phobia. At this point would put darling to sleep whenever he needs to take a test
Or oh boy, when darling gets her period in the first month they spend at the hospital? He would come into the room to find a passed out darling on the bathroom floor. At first he is shocked until he saw that they had bled through, a pad under their hand, and quickly understands the situation. He would be even frustrated that from all the 3-4% of the population fearing blood, darling happens to be one of them. Before darling wakes up in bed, he already had sorted out everything.
After that he would absolutely keep track on their cyclus and warn them just in time. He might be even persistent to change the menstruation pads/tampons and even washing the clothes if they got dirty, so darling doesnt have to see it at all. Maybe he would consider doing a therapy if it's really bad, so darling would feel better and won't faint every time they could get badly hurt y'know. But if they feel too anxious and dizzy, they can call him anytime :)
I think it's obvious that he's my favourite *^*
Silas would notice that darling doesn't look at him at all when he comes back. They could smell the irony scent and are imagining the worst so they avoid looking at him at all costs. Only once, when Silas forces darling to look at him, they faint as soon as the speckels of blood appear in their vision and then he understands what's the matter after panicking for good 10 seconds
He would probably care enough afterwards to change his clothes and shower everytime before entering the bedroom after a bloody mission. The dirty clothes would be in the washing machine and out of it before darling comes with their laundry next. Better be safe than sorry again.
Hedwig would feel so bad and sooo worried man, haha /_\
I haven't read everything yet but I think she would find out about the phobia after cutting herself on paper by accident and asking for a band aid. Darling instantly sprints to the aid box and bring it to her. being all anxious but trying to remain calm which they fail to hide (Hedwig hasnt grasp of the matter yet and thinks they are worried about her and finds it even cute... at first👀) Only when darling turns around and sees the blood, instantly dropping on the floor and hell breaks loose lmfao.
Or, on a sleepover at her house where she kills an intruder/stalking classmate/whoever. Darling comes down bc they want to drink water, only too see a scene of their yandere girlfrind with a bloody knife. Instantly dropping on the ground. When waking up a hysterical Hedwig is all over them, questioning if what they saw was real and why on earth she was holding a bloody knife at 3am. Hedwig might have the luck that darling isn't sure of the body, which was lying on the ground, was real too and would gaslight darling in order to keep her facade up.
Jerry was the hardest to imagine imo. So I apologise beforehand.
I can imagine her being worried and trying not to expose their darling to blood as best as possible but I can also imagine her using it to her advantage to "play" with darling or forgetting sometimes that they can't see blood, coming home with some cuts and bruises and darling passing out. And Jerry be like: "Ah sh*t. I forgot."
Ahhh I hope you like what I had in mind! You absolutely made me go brainrot with your stories, they are all soo good \*~*/ i almost read everything by now heh~
If you like asks like this let us know. I would to love share more but I dont want to post them randomly in my feed ._.
They're your OCs afterall ❤ love each of them!
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Have a wonderful day my dear! ♡♡♡
Aww I loved this so much!!! It is nice to be the reader for a change🥹🥹
I'm impressed that your visions fit with mine! The only thing I'd add is that I think that Jerry would try to get you over your phobia by ... uh ... exposure therapy :)
I really liked this, thank you so much♡♡
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yandere academic rival ✩
࿐࿔ because someone needs to tell you you're not as smart as you think you are.
duology cw ♡ gn reader; implied + mild nsfw, shifting power dynamics, dumbification, gaslighting, superiority complex, blackmail, he's so horrible i hate him!!! p.s. the ending is interactive, and the the route unlocked in the final, next chapter is either good or bad depending on what y'all vote for :] // 3.1k words
genie's notes ♡ new oc new oc !!! he is soo evil i'm so sorry for putting darling through it in this one T_T i love playing around with power dynamics tho <3 as always, feedback is much MUUUUCH much appreciated,, i live off validation pls && this is a beloved trope + a revamped oooold draft from 2022 LOL enjoy xo
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"i've got the marks for your latin exam here." the teacher says sternly, tapping a pile of papers doused in red ink on her mahogany desk. she lets the silence hang for a few minutes before crossing her arms over her chest. "the class average is... quite scattered, to say the least."
the class is silent, expectantly perched on the edge of their seats. some fiddle with pens and paperclips, some shrink into their school jumpers; a boy rests his head on his arms in the midst of it all, seemingly unbothered. the boy, much to your avail, is kean.
kean fucking kazim. 
you almost roll your eyes at the cliché, because who else could it be? who else would you constantly be competing against for the top of the class? obviously, it's the boy half-asleep in every class who still aces every subject he doesn't even try in - and yet.
kean is still boy you're running around town with, and skipping your classes to mess around with in the back of his daddy's second-hand convertible.
as your teacher's gaze scans every face in the class, unbiased and unrevealing, she seems to notice that the boy is asleep. her lips curl downwards into a frown, "kazim?" the boy stirs, lazily looks up and yawns.
"yeah," he gives her a nod behind the palm of his hand that stifles his yawn, "that's me."
the class laughs; the teacher is not amused. 
"can you hand these tests out to the class?" she taps a perfectly manicured finger against the stack of stapled papers and smiles at the boy. "and then perhaps, you can see me after class to discuss why you're always so lethargic when i'm attempting to teach,"
"sure." he shrugs nonchalantly, standing up from his desk at the back of the class and making his way to the teacher's desk. chatter resumes form the small interruption and the teacher simply sighs shakily and, you guess, from the longing glance at her handbag, in dire need of a smoke.
kean picks the papers up and sorts through them. he doesn't even try to hide it. you watch as he sets them down, one by one, an indifferent look in his olive eyes yet vehemence behind them. he stops, pauses for a moment before taking one very specific paper out of the stack and putting the rest back onto the table. 
"you little bitch!"
you stand up, wide strides to where he stands. you snatch the paper from his hands and turn away, see your handwriting and name etched onto the top, and a big, red, ninety six stamped across it. there, a small 'good job' scribbled next to it. kean's lips curl into something akin to a smile.
"don't worry, cap." he leans over you and nestles his head on your shoulder to peek at your paper, hands in his pockets. "that's better than you did last time." he says lowly. kean looks away, and ignoring how his hair tickles your neck, the way his black hair contrasts the bright blue highlights, you follow his gaze to the papers on the teacher's desk. 
"besides," one paper stands out - how can it not with that loud one-hundred percent screaming at you in violent red. and over it, in messy pencil, where everyone is required to write their name; kean is scrawled. "you win some, you lose some, right?"
four letters, three digits.
two top grades, one perfect.
the boy nestles closer to you, sighing. "well, except me." he whispers, lips curling into a cruel smile, "seems like i always win."
when the bell for lunch finally goes off, the sounds of chairs scraping backwards against the linoleum floor and students complaining about their grades fills the class. the teacher doesn't even bother to dismiss the class. instead, she reaches into her red leather handbag and pulls out a pack of nicotine gum.
you, on the other hand, pull kean into the janitor's closet. that seems too american of a concept, when you give it some thought, but it is a closet full of cleaning supplies, afterall. there's barely enough space for one person to stand in the cramped space, let alone two.
and yet, here the two of you are.
kean looks down at you with expectant olive eyes, and you don't even let a word get through those stupid lips of his before you kiss him. because this has become routine, his hands instantly wrap around you, pulling you closer until you're pressed right against him, able to feel every muscle of his, taut with restraint, tense.
the first time you kissed him had been because you really wanted him to shut up, since he'd followed you to your locker afterschool after he'd scored a rank higher than you on finals, and wanted to rub salt over the wound. but a smaller, stupider part of you, has come to enjoy how kean tastes and feels; like walking on clouds.
weightless, unreal. 
a way to let yourself forget the immense responsibilities and burdens you have been born to bear.
you smile against his lips at the thought of it, how uncomplicated it is to complicate someone, his eyelashes briefly brush your cheeks and before you know it, your hands are thrown over his shoulders and your fingers are intertwined with the bi-coloured hair at the nape of his neck.
you pull on a few strands of it, wanting to humiliate him, but he only lets out a low, strangled sound that surprises you, but before you can think about it too much, he pulls you in, impossibly, even closer, eager mouth more desperate to meet yours, hands impatiently wandering from your waist, movements less poised than they'd been a mere moment ago.
"fuck," you lean back, hands flat against his heaving chest, for some air. kean watches the way your chest rapidly rises and falls with every breath you take, and you revel in the flush on his pale face, now a shade of the prettiest pink. "you're... you're enjoying this more than i thought you would."
"you started it, 'cap." he swallows, and it makes his adam's apple more prominent. you think he's nervous, and the sight of it is lovely. he gazes down at you for a while through dilated pupils, his lips smudged by your tinted chapstick. you're suddenly reminded of how close he is, how nice he smells.
"quod nobis non licet, maxime cupimus," he hums.
"hey," immediately, you're reminded why you hate him in the first place. you scrunch your nose in confusion and push an accusatory finger into his chest. "what the fuck did you just call me, smartass?"
"would you look at that?" a wry smile follows, "looks like someone needs to brush up on their latin." the nervousness he'd adorned so well only moments ago is replaced by glee, evident as the hearts in his eyes shift to a sharp glint, in the darkness of the closet. "not suprising, considering i've always been better in every aspect."
"you run your mouth a lot for someone who was all over me a minute ago." you quip, meet his gaze with narrowed eyes. he only grins in response, lithe fingers covered in black ink from those 0.5 fine liners he likes, as he tilts your chin up so he can get a better look at your face in the dark.
"and you look real bad for someone who's meant to represent our school," he remarks nonchalantly, something akin to approval in his olive eyes as they observe the smudged chapstick on your lips, your tousled hair, your school shirt, previously ironed and buttoned all the way up, is now crinkled - the first two buttons hastily undone.
"what would they say," he leans closer, continuing, "if they found out about your dirty little secret?"
"if you truly think this means anything, both to me or the school," you scoff, "then you think much too highly of yourself."
"that's the thing, but you're always so slow." you want to push him off when he lets his head rest on your shoulder, but because he knows you so well, kean's already holding both your hands, fingers forcibly intertwined with yours and forced behind your back, "i'm not talking about myself."
"okay?" you frown, genuine irritation beginning to replace the filthier thoughts and sweet nothings that'd overcome you when he'd been kissing you, "then what the fuck are you talking about, dickhead?"
"hm," he murmurs softly, and even though you can't see his face, you know by his voice that he is deep in thought, "you'll find out soon enough, cap. it'll ruin the plan if i tell you now."
"the plan?" you repeat, "dude, seriously - what are you on about?"
"you can be smart, sometimes," he says. "i'm sure you'll figure it out."
this fucker.
"okay, kean." you frown, "i'm done here. piss off."
"just like that?" he moves away, his head is no longer resting on your shoulder, and you wrench your hands away from his with as much force as you can muster, "not even a kiss goodbye for giving you such a good time?"
"i think you're running too short on time for that," you roll your eyes, looking up at the boy, who is still, despite his best efforts not to show it, a little out of breath and with rosy cheeks. it gives you a semblance of control over the situation again, seeing just what you do to him.
"what do you mean?" kean asks, running a hand through his hair. you only smile, the sweetest, most saccharine one you can muster, before it dawns on the boy, realisation dawning on him in the form of a soft exhale leaving his swollen lips.
'perhaps, you can see me after class to discuss why you're always so lethargic in my classes.'
"fuck, you actually got me." the boy laughs, looks at you with that same fervour behind his eyes. "i was wondering," he admits, a hand on the handle of the supply closet. "why you were so intent to kiss me all of a sudden - thought i'd caught you in a good mood."
"a good mood? when i'm around you? yeah, that's your fault," you shrug, glancing at his neck, before your eyes trail upwards to his jaw to his lips to his eyes. "for being so stupid, and so intent on being kissed."
"you know she's going to kill me for making her wait, right?" he asks, and you shrug even though, yes - you do know how many detentions he's getting for this, but you can't find it within you to truly care. kean lets out a short laugh when you refuse to respond verbally, and reach into your pockets for your chapstick instead. "i gotta say, you got me real good, cap. don't think i'll let this slide, yeah?"
amusement dances on his flushed features as he lingers for a moment longer, before he inevitably twists the handle and leaves, the door swings closed behind him and you pull out your phone to fix your smudged lips and messy hair.
a small feeling of triumph lingers in your chest at the fact that you might've accidentally forgotten to tell him about the cerise stain of a sweet, little kiss that's startingly obvious on his pale neck.
what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
— kean wishes he could say the same, but what you don't know will hurt you - oh, it'll hurt real bad.
but it's okay, because he'll be there for you - always.
his entire life, he's always gotten what he wanted, even if it meant getting his hands fucking filthy; and you're stupider than he thinks you are if you truly believe you're an exception to that.
the note's on your desk the next morning you step into your first class of the day, right where you usually sit by the window at the front.
it's from a pack of pale blue sticky notes shaped like stars, with one peeled off and placed at your usual seat. the handwriting is instantly recognisable and you hate that most of all. 'come to the music room after school' is sprawled in lazy letters.
sitting down, you absently tap your pen against the desk, frowning and in thought. could the school leadership committee have scheduled another meeting? but they would've just texted you.
maybe it's some sort of secret admirer, you muse, but the thought is far-fetched.
you peel the sticky note off your desk and laugh. 
who are you kidding? 
you know exactly who sent this, and you have a good idea of why too. you scan the words scrawled onto the sticky note one more time, and even though part of you wants to tear it apart and throw it away, the part that wins simply folds it neatly and tucks it away into your pocket.
you suppose, that from kean, this is as good as any love letter.
when you push the door to the music room open seven hours later, kean is sitting on the teacher's desk, legs swinging back and forth as he absently strums an acoustic guitar. his eyes meet yours, and it's hard to ignore the way his lips curl into a smile.
"hey," you return it with one of your own, "your strumming's absolute shit."
he frowns, fake sorrow lacing his words, "not even a hi, how are you? you're breaking my heart, baby."
"we're past formalities, asshole." you make an effort to roll your eyes. "now please, tell me why you're clawing at the strings, surely you're not trying to strum them like that?"
"oh, cut me some slack, 'cap." kean frowns, but it doesn't go unnoticed by you when the way he strums his fingers against the strings changes, now gentler, his wrist more relaxed. "you're the musician here, not me."
"not only am i the musician," you say, turning a chair around and sliding onto it, leaning your arms against its back and your hands cupping your chin, "but i'm also the school captain. aren't i just a walking reminder of your failures?" you sigh wistfully. 
"oh, fuck off." he laughs, "you only won because you bribed the class."
you shrug nonchalantly, "and it worked, because you lost, so who cares?"
your hands itch to correct his posture and placement, but you decide against it. the early evening sun streams in through the music room's windows, painting the two of you in lazy rays of gold. he looks sunkissed, like the love interest out of a summery teen movie.
"aren't you curious why i called you here?" kean's fingers slide across the frets of the guitar, as he tries out different chords. some of which, you note, eyes keenly following his every move, don't even exist. "i mean, you don't know what i want; and we're all alone in this little room, aren't we?"
the implications of his words are amusing, something you've thought about many times before, zoning out during class, on the verge of sleeping, listening to a love song - but these sentiments aren't something to share with kean kazim. after all, you wouldn't want to feed into his ego. before anything; he's competition for the top spot at this school, a nuisance in your way.
granted, one of your favourite nuisances, yet still - a nuisance.
"how romantic," you retort, in an exasperated tone that conveys anything but, "you gonna get down on one knee for me, loverboy?" 
"how shameless," kean peers at you through dark eyelashes, "i bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
bitch, please.
"i would, actually," you tilt your head to the side, "and i think we both know you would too. it's adorable, really - you talk so much shit, and then you melt like butter in my fuckin' hands, kean, all over me. so, so, messy. i don't think any of my other achievements over you," you admit, "can best that sight."
the boy pauses and his fingers falter on the frets, gaze lingering on you a moment too long. he's the first to look away, turning his attention to the guitar resting against him, suddenly all too invested in it. you try to fight the laughter threatening to spill past your lips.
"don't get ahead of yourself, cap. it's only because you have no notable achievements besides a pretty face," he says nonchalantly, "anyways, your delusions of grandeur aside, i was gonna ask you if you were going to the halloween party this week."
"probably, red's asking for a favour." you raise an eyebrow at his question, "i didn't think you were coming, but she asked me to come and perform, says some producer guy interested in her singing will be there, so i gotta be on bass."
"that so?" at this, he grins, something that is equally charming as it is sickening. "guess i'll see you there, then."
"you know what you're going as?" you ask, trying to ignore the strange, yet familiar feeling of trepidation that seeps into your mind at the sound of his voice. "i think if i do go it'll be as billy loomis, throw on his mask and cover myself in fake blood."
"sounds nice," kean pushes himself off the teacher's desk and sets the guitar back in its stand, glowing in all the wrong ways. you watch stupidly as he reaches for the door. but not before turning back, calling your name over his shoulder. 
it catches you off guard, the way the syllables, so rarely used by him, roll of his tongue. the way it sounds like he's so accustomed to saying it - a strange familiarity flooding through you.
"yeah?"
"i'll go as your very own stu macher." kean's voice is low, and his lips curl with mockery, "or your final girl, if you really wanna get into character. we can break the first rule of being in a horror movie, cap."
kean pauses for a second, as if to say something more, but thinking against it, the boy swings the door open and steps out without a backwards glance.
the door shuts closed behind him and you're left in the music room alone with your heart hammering in your chest, and your tongue tied.
we can break the first rule of being in a horror movie.
the boy's words finally dawn onto you, and you lean forward, head in hands. "motherfucker," you grit, unsure whether to laugh at his words or to run out into the hall at this very moment and take him up on his little offer. 
it's lucky you're smart, and know to make good choices - if you had been someone stupider, you would have accepted his offer there and then. and yet, what was the point of all your knowledge, all that studying and reading and misery and pride?
in the end, you still won't be smart enough to save yourself.
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nestypewriter · 2 months
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[Worker Darling]: (slouching and aggressive typing)
[Yandere! Co-worker]: Heyyy...
[Worker Darling]: (huffs in annoyance and Turns to them) What
[Yandere! Co-worker]: Could you..do me a favor?..and print these out for me?(Hands in the paper)
[Worker Darling]: (Glares at them and gestured their piles of paperwork) You could see that I have my own things to do rn??!
[Yandere! Co-worker]: It would only take just a minute 😞
[Worker Darling]: No (turns back to their screen and loud aggressive typing)
[Yandere! Co-worker]: please please come on!
[Worker Darling]: Just leave me alone!
[Another Co-worker]: I could help you! (Grabs the paper)
[Yandere! Co-worker): Ew..No thank you! I got it( snatches the paper and walks away to the printer)
[Yandere! Co-worker): Stupid... Stupid lil..(Presses the print button)
(Then leads back and pulls out a note pad, and then aggressively scrabble out a sentence)
[Ways to win your co-worker's heart]
• Give them a cup of coffee every day
• Talk to them regularly
• Give them presents
• Make them print out your paperwork
[Yandere! Co-worker]: (tucks back the notepad into their pockets) I will get them next time..
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callie-the-creator · 6 months
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mine all mine
nsfw. mdni. warnings: yandere behavior, friends with benefits, mentions of alcohol consumption, pegging, pet names, oc is a bit of a perv, babytrapping, etc.
author’s note: nothing to sayyy.
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• you and sonny have been friends ever since your sophomore year in high school, having met by a mutual friend that is now irrelevant.
— it seemed every time you and this aforementioned mutual friend hung out, sonny would end up joining you two whether that be inviting himself, begging one of you to let him tag along, or ‘coincidently’ popping up at the places you’d be going.
— if sonny could have things his way, it would be just you and him spending time together. no need for extra baggage and adding a third person (which is a bit ironic since he’s usually the one that deemed extra baggage).
• but because sonny’s been your friend for such a long time, he had to endure every partner you’ve ever dated or crush you’ve developed. he knew your type and what you liked, but what sucked was that he wasn’t your boyfriend. how long will it take for you to see that he’s the perfect man for you??
• that is, until one night during your junior year of college when you two exceeded the amount how much alcohol you could consume, sonny could’ve sworn that he died and went to heaven once he saw that lustful look in your eyes. but he knew if he acted on his selfish desires, he’d end up getting hurt. realistically, you’d most likely sweep this night under the rug whilst sonny feels his heart break even more when he sees you with another boy, whether he’s one of sonny’s friends or a stranger.
• but who is sonny kidding? he said ‘screw it’ and agreed to spend the night with you, despite being at some random sorority.
— and, yes, you two having sex inflated his ego majorly. it brought him more ecstasy than anything he’d ever experienced in his life. oh, he’s such a loser!
• the morning after, sonny couldn’t say that he was entirely surprised seeing the empty spot on the bed beside him, but it still cut him like a wound. you ended up explaining over text that you weren’t looking for a relationship right now and whatever happened between you and him, while it was nice, was only a one-time thing.
• or so you thought.
• sonny is an absolute perv and he relishes in that fact. whenever you’re wearing a dress or skirt, he’ll not so discreetly drop something, so he can catch a glimpse of what lingers underneath. and when you’re on vacation or out with some friends, sonny will pick the lock to your dorm room, so he can strip naked, wear one of your shirts, and sniff your panties as he grinds against one of your pillows.
— during one of his visits, sonny takes it upon himself to snoop through your bedside drawers only to find a double-edged dildo. okay, maaaybe he used it once or twice without you knowing. scratch that. he’s used it a total of nine times.
• after knowing this, the next time you and sonny get some alone time, he brings up the idea of pegging, surprising you in the process because you never thought he of all people would be interested in that.
— “actually, i…have a toy that could allow us to do that…” you whispered, almost coy. you’re so cute.
• he loves it whenever you peg him, it makes him feel so special when he’s being used your false cock. sonny would love nothing more than to be stuffed with it, so you can ruin his perfect plump ass.
• it doesn’t matter where you are—in your dorm, in his, in a car, or even in the middle of the woods; sonny will scream, whimper, and moan like a pornstar. did i mention that he was a perv? it’s almost like he wants people to see that you two were having sex, so they’d get the impression to lay off his girl because he’s the only one who can make you feel this good!
• sonny is a whole level of needy. like, flooding your messages and spam calling you in the middle of the night needy. more often than not it’s because he’s horny and wants to have phone sex with you, so he knows you’ll sleep well. all thanks to him.
• he’s a masochist 100%.
— he loves whenever you pull him by the hair to crank his neck back to liter sloppy kisses on his neck.
— loveslovesloves to be spanked!! there are times during the day where he’ll intentionally act like a brat so you will punish him.
— won’t mind if you leave hickeys on his body. he wants to be a display of your love and whoever thinks they can get in the way of that has another thing coming. sonny is not willing to share what is rightfully is. you’re HIS girl!
• note: if you call him pretty boy and good boy, it’ll immediately put him in the mood. do with this information as you please (and tease him in public for goodness sake).
— will not hesitate to fuck you in a mall bathroom if he has to prove a point.
• expect to get lots of praise from him. even though he knows you’re not ready to be in a committed relationship, you know that he has feelings for you (just not the… severity of his love for you. if you can even call it that). a reason why you believe this is that there are some mornings when you’ll wake up with 99+ unread messages from him. no regular fwb would do that…
• still. it was a problem. this was supposed to be a ‘no strings attached’ deal. and that’s exactly what you told him!
• sonny smiled at you and told you that he understood. whaaaa…he wasn’t upset? he even recommended dropping the whole friends-with-benefits deal entirely. under one condition: you have some breakup sex.
• he was surprisingly mature about it. you agreed. this will be done before you know it. sonny was elated that you actually agreed to this and, unable to control himself, leaned down and kissed you as a way to show his thanks before telling you to meet him in the bedroom. he needs to do something first.
• and when you were finally out of his sight, he pulled the condom he planning on using and began to poke holes in it…
there is no way he was going to allow another man to fuck that sweet cunt of yours. looks like he’ll have to breed you to make you alllll his!
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oncomingnight · 8 months
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Yandere! Artist
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Lorenzo was an incredibly well-groomed man. Only ever wearing the best tailored suits, minimalistic patterned ties and perfectly polished loafers. His mindset and obsessive tendencies completely contradict his organized persona.
A vast array of his works are just murals and life-sized portraits of you. Never in his life has he seen such an undeniable beauty like you, the closest anyone else other than him will get to admiring you is on the canvas. The two of you will be at the opening of one of his exhibitions watching everyone stand and stare at his works of you, it's an odd feeling but it's nice to witness how extensive his love for you is.
It's not that rare of an occurrence for someone to approach the both of you in public and start the conversation off with:
"So, the man and woman of the hour!"
Lorenzo has several works of his that he'll never allow anyone see, he keeps them a secret from the public eye. These private crafts consist of ceramic forms of your naked body, he never creates them for sexual pleasure but more so to admire every little crease and mark on your body when you're not there with him. He's also not known for ceramics but rather paintings in the style of impressionism and realism.
He has a friend group filled with people that are involved in the art scene, like, poets, architects, film directors, song artists and other well known painters. His presence in the art scene is pretty prominent as he's had books and articles written about his work and the supposed meanings behind them. When other artists are being interviewed and the topic of inspirations is brought up, his name is dropped all of the time.
Lorenzo grew up on a farm in a little agricultural town. He got used to churning butter, helping his father determine which produce was ripe, cutting homegrown vegetables on a creaky wooden table. He enjoyed this upbringing as it prepared him to make his own meals with what he had and how to grow food the correct way. Now, as he moved away from the countryside and into an immensely populated city, he always drives downtown to the farmers' market to not only get a sense of home but to get his groceries in a reliable space.
His love languages are all five of them; quality time, words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts and physical touch. During the most unexpected moments, he will place a framed portrait of you that he painted with the upmost attention in your hands. He will take you on a day-long trip to an area that you mindlessly mentioned of wanting to visit, taking you on a shopping spree to purchase anything you want and maybe he'll purchase an Italian leather jacket for himself.
Lorenzo really enjoys reading books but the genres he favors the most are philosophy, auto-biographies and (art) history.
He is an incredibly classy and proper man so when it comes to confronting somebody, he uses knowledge and soft insults to shoot them down. The two of you were at an opera that Lorenzo had dragged you to, and when a singer that was previously flirting with you walked on stage, he couldn't hide his disdain for the man. Lorenzo began critiquing their shrilling voice and off-key notes
"Isn't he supposed to be an alto? He's practically yelling as if it's spring break and he's a school boy." "Rossini didn't compose it that way, why did they alter it?" "My goodness, we should've never came, come, let's leave."
He can be a bit petty but there's no limits to the things he'd do for you.
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