#yandere writer
yandere!scarabia + reader with a vision
vision - anemo
kalim can’t help but be excited by this! after all, having wind powers is so cool! and it makes less work for jamil, too! now he only has to worry about defending kalim if worse comes to worst. he likes to show it off and buys new accessories for you to attach your vision to all the time. though… some are more creepy than others.
jamil doesn’t care either way. in a way, it makes his job easier, though he wishes you’d rely on him. less than kalim does, but he wants to be seen as a reliable person in your eyes. sometimes you end up misplacing your vision and there jamil is, when you’re at your wit’s end, with a smile and your vision in hand.
yandere!octatrio + reader with a vision(genshin impact)
vision - cryo
azul wants your vision. he hates that it gives you power over him. but he can’t do anything, especially when you’re smart enough to find ways around accepting his contracts.
ehhhh? koebi-chan has whaaaat now? well, floyd’s even more interested now. it just makes it easier to tease you, especially since the little shrimpy is so introverted~ he doesn’t mind getting frozen by you, since he can just break out of the ice, either way. that’ll cost you a squeeze or two though~
jade isn’t worried about it. after all, you’ve no reason to use it against a gentleman like himself. and if you do, you’re in for quite a surprise.
as long as it’s not akechi and it’s on my fandom list it’s free real estate for y’all to ask things especially for spooky season
just a note, i am kinda in the mood to write some potentially dirty stuff, so my askbox is open, especially if you’re horny
I’m very sorry
…i have no excuse for this, i just really like epel a little too much and i don’t see enough content for him;;;; could be because it’s buried in my feed and shit tho. anyway, let’s have him take his insrurites out on our poor reader. all characters are presented as 18+.
reader is dfab for this;;;
title: patience
pairing: yandere!third-year!epel felmierxthird year!reader
fandom: twisted wonderland
tw: yandere content, toxic/unhealthy relationships, vague nsfw content, non-consensual drugging, noncon/dubcon(maybe?)
It started out as a game, to see who would back out first. It was a joke. As far as you’d known, anyway.
What started out as a simple pocky game now ended up with you pinned to your bed, lungs pleading for air as Epel held you down, near effortlessly. Having lived on a farm, it did make sense he was stronger than he looked, but you didn’t expect the grip on your wrists to be bruising. He was still kissing you, clumsily but slowly. He was much better than he should have been at this. He smirked triumphantly as he pulled himself back.
“I might be pretty, but I’m still a man.”
He looked proud of the panting mess that he’d left you as he hovered over your form, wasting no time in harmlessly but firmly tying your wrists together before then securing them above your head. You assumed your restraints were attached to the headboard. You hardly had the air or strength to fight him while he did so. He may have been panting, too, but it was to nowhere near the same degree as you.
He then sat up and looked at the door, before getting off of you entirely. He got off of the bed and surveyed the room, before locking the door and returning to sit on the bed beside you. He seemed to smile fondly down at you, but something was off about the look in his eyes.
“So, what’s my reward for winning, (y/n)?”
“Wh..wha?”
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll just pick the reward I want and take it.”
He seemed almost docile as he laid on his side. He’d grown since his first year(though not much), but he was still probably more beautiful than most women. He blinked at you through long, lilac lashes as he brushed his fingers across your cheek with a smirk.
“E-epel, I was k-kidding ear..earlier. Ple… please untie me and we can talk something out,” you mumbled, feeling a bit of discomfort settling in your abdomen. He resembled some sort of mix of both Vil and Leona from your first year at NRC. He seemed lazy, but was a hardworking and hardheaded person. Things he tried and did? He excelled at. You kind of admired that, and his drive.
You were the person he hung out with most often, often taking advantage of his looks to pull you away from the rest of your band of friends. He would often use his pretty face and sharp tongue to frustrate everyone else while at least holding onto your arm. You could swear that you heard him and Jack in more than a couple arguments, using hushed tones and murmured threats.
However, aside his clinginess, you thought he only had platonic feelings for you, even after finding out you were, biologically speaking, female. He’d been distant for a few months after that, seeming to be Vil’s shadow before the former Pomefiore dorm head graduated. Then he started acting normal again.
Well, as normal as he could get, after that.
Your momentary drift, trying to sort out if you noticed any attraction to you prior, was interrupted as you felt him undo the button and zipper on your (pants/skirt), pulling the article of clothing down your legs. He was already hovering over you again, and any protests fell on deaf ears, and using your legs was of little use when he had almost no trouble moving them any way he wanted. It hardly occurred that you may have been drugged, not until you started to feel your body begin to heat up, and become sensitive.
“You said the winner would get any firsts of the loser they wanted, babe. You’re gonna take that back now?”
Your hazy brain hardly registered Epel’s voice as he laughed, but you knew exactly where his hands were. You whined softly as he cupped your sex through your underwear, running a finger over your slit atop the thin fabric. He was doing it slow on purpose, more than likely trying to drive you into begging for more. It was working, more or less, as the only thing stopping you from rubbing your thighs together was him and his lean body.
You didn’t want to ask for anything, but you knew that he wouldn’t help you out of this predicament. Looking at him didn’t help. He was half positioned over you, holding your legs open at least partway. The young, beautiful man was just watching your expressions with a mildly smug look on his face. He showed no indication of trying to progress further
“F-fine… b-be gentle, whatever y-you’re gonna do, ok-okay?” you relented, already regretting your acceptance. However, you didn’t have much time to think after that, not with how quickly and easily his fingers slipped inside of you. He increased his pace in increments, just watching you tug at your restraints and writhe. He very much liked hearing your moans and whimpers. He still looked smug, and watched as you slowly were brought closer and closer to the edge by his hand. And right as you reached that precipice, he stopped touching you entirely.
You’d stopped looking at him ages ago, eyes closed while he had played you like a finely tuned instrument. He really was good with his hands. Now, your eyes snapped open as you heard shuffling, and the rustling of fabric. You could only peer helplessly up at him. There wasn’t enough of whatever had been clouding your mind to dampen the feeling of dread that crawled up your spine.
“Be a good girl for me,” Epel smiled gently for the first time that evening, pressing an almost chaste kiss to your lips. You could feel his erection pressing up against you, and his hands cupping your face. “I don’t want to hurt you…much more than necessary, anyway.”
You didn’t hear those last words.
And you hoped you could try to match Epel.
hello!
I’m back, and I did manage to fix my computer. i did have to do a hard reset, though, so I have to restart all my drafts from scratch;;; apologies for my absence!
A word of warning, mostly just soft shit. my laptop broke just as soon as I get back in gear to actually do things so now it’ll be a while before I can do much again.
title: busted
pairing: platonic, crow(oc)+reader
fandom: N/A
tw: yandere character, casual mentions of violent acts
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“Great, two fuckin’ grand down the drain. Not to mention all of the drafts and shit,” the redhead sighed from the couch of their living room. You looked at them curiously, considering Crow almost never complained, and seldom did they cuss more than occasionally. Your friend looked up at you and smiled, the frustration from their face disappearing beneath a cheerful mask. It would’ve been impossible to tell, had their eyes not been red and irritated from tears streaming down their cheeks.
“You okay?”
“I’m alright. Just a little upset. Nothing that hasn’t happened before.”
“What happened?”
After you asked them this, their lips pressed into an uncomfortable line. “My, uh… my laptop has been reduced to ten pounds of overly expensive metal. Guess if someone hurts you, it’d be a pretty good weapon to bludgeon them to death with,” the writer laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of their neck.
You really needed to stop them before they did something reckless.
wow, five posts in one day.
title: scratch
pairing: yandere!shigaraki tomura x reader
fandom: bnha/mha
tw: yandere, toxic/unhealthy behaviors, toxic/unhealthy relationships, torture, threatening, abuse
At this point, the sound of nails on skin scared you. Especially the sound of nails on rough skin.
You almost flinched when he leaned down to pet your hair. You could feel he was at least wearing artist’s gloves, if for no other reason than to spare himself the effort. Tomura crouched in front of you, and you could only hesitantly meet his eyes. You didn’t want it to happen again.
“I’m glad. You’re learning.”
The villain’s voice was scratchy.
“Meet my eyes sooner next time, or I won’t wear the gloves when I wrap my hands around your pretty little neck.”
cater scares me more than riddle sometimes. likely because he smiles so much.
title: hide and seek
pairing: yandere!cater diamond x reader
fandom: twisted wonderland
tw: yandere, toxic/unhealthy behaviors, toxic/unhealthy relationships, enclosed small spaces(reader is hiding there), being chased/hunted, being stalked
Originally, you didn’t mind the way Cater seemed to just pop up when you needed him. It didn’t bother your pretty, precious head until you thought you spotted him in your room, shortly after one of your nightmares. Since then, it’s like you’ve been seeing him everywhere.
You hated it, and it made your skin crawl.
Normally, you wouldn’t resort to this, but the opportunity presented itself when Riddle asked to speak to Cater privately and separately. And the actual Cater, not one of his copies. You ran. You left Heartslabyul Dorm in a hurry, and took the opportunity to hide yourself inside a footlocker at the end of your bed. The trip wasn’t a long one, but it felt like it, with every hair standing on end. Some days, it felt like this was the only place you had privacy.
You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, and you didn’t want to check it. However, you didn’t want to worry your friends.
The message said this:
“ur hiding in the footlocker again, ne? ill be there soon, sweetheart. ily! see you in a minute.”
You felt the bile rising in your throat and horror sinking in your stomach. It only worsened when you saw who the message was from. Cater. You forced the lid open and looked around hurriedly, trying to find some place other than the container to hide.
The wardrobe.
You dove inside and shut the door behind yourself, trying to disappear into the fabric. You covered your mouth, trying to muffle the sound of your labored breaths. You sat, and you waited. It wasn’t long before you heard your door open and shut. The footsteps were light, but far too heavy to be Grimm.
“Ah, they read my message~ I’m so happy~”
Cater’s voice. It was happy in a disturbing way, and you swallowed harshly. The sound from inside of you seemed so loud, but you knew it was practically silent. You heard rustling around the room for a few minutes, before the door opening and closing.
You sighed in relief, and started to open the door to the wardrobe. A mistake you’d come to regret in split seconds. As soon as you could see, you saw Cater smiling at you, as if nothing had been happening. As if he hadn’t torn your room apart to find you. Before you could shut yourself back in the space, he closed the distance and practically scooped you into his arms.
“I found you~” He giggled as you struggled in his arms.
i’m in a mood to write today y’all are in for some treats
title: needy
pairing: yandere!mammon x reader
fandom: obey me
tw: yandere, toxic/unhealthy behaviors, toxic/unhealthy relationships, demons, mild manipulation, non-con contact, implied sexual assault, extremely mild nsfw content
Mammon was likely best described as a whiny pup and a tsundere on most days. It was easy for his brothers to tell who he liked in any other manner than useful, and he clung to you like he was physically attached. He almost was, in a way.
It was a typical morning. Belphie was eating his breakfast calmly, half asleep, and Beel was down to almost literally eating his plate. Asmo was flirting with you to annoy Mammon, and Mammon loudly insisted because he was the first demon to make a pact with you, that he was the only one with the right to touch you. Typical, as stated.
You ate calmly and quietly, before ducking away while the fight was going on to your room. It was a rare day off, and you appreciated what little quiet time you got before one of the brothers came bursting into your room to get you to settle an argument, because your word was final if Lucifer wasn’t around.
You laid there, watching the TSL DVDs again. It was a great series, and you appreciated it. Hell, you were even looking into getting some copies of the books. It was nice to genuinely enjoy watching it, without having something be on the line this time. You were probably on the third disk when you heard your door softly open and close. You assumed it was Beel or Levi, considering the two and how much they enjoyed it, so you absently greeted the ‘intruder’ as you continued to watch.
You hardly expected Mammon, of all demons, to press his weight into you and pin you down. He hid his face in your chest, and you could feel the tears soaking into your shirt. Damn. What had happened? You were about to ask that very question when he lifted his head and looked you in the eyes. His eyes were serious, angry, and a little sad.
“Tell me he was lying…!” he hissed out, hugging you and pinning your arms to your side. He was overwhelmingly strong, and you doubted commanding him would do much good at the moment. So you struggled, sputtering out a single question.
“Wh-who do you mean?”
“Belphegor, dammit! Tell me he was lying! He said you two have slept in the same bed, and even the great Mammon hasn’t managed that!”
He sounded frustrated now, and further pressed his weight into you. You looked at him, stunned. Why was he upset… over something so little? You know he’d fallen asleep while laying next to you on the couch at some points, but never a bed.
“Ca-calm down, an-and expl-plain, please. You- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you managed, although just barely, considering he was not as light as Lucifer and Beel made it seem. He pressed his lips together in a thin line, searching your face. He must have been looking for signs of a lie. Thankfully, he seemed to relax and just buried his head into your shoulder, hugging you tightly. You awkwardly petted his head and hugged back with a sigh.
For a long time, he didn’t move, and neither did you, outside of trying to breathe. Then you felt his tongue on your neck and you yelped as he practically held you in a death grip. It hurt to be hugged by him in that moment, and just as you were about to tell him to stop, he kissed you, hard.
When he pulled away, you were left breathless. He looked at you pathetically, and you would have felt bad in just a moment, if he hadn’t taken the opportunity to restrain you. He looked like he felt guilty for doing what he was, but he didn’t stop.
You wished you were simply dealing with a needy puppy. Maybe then you would only be covered in teething marks instead of hickeys by tomorrow.
apologies for the inactivity, everyone! i had to take a break from things because of unexpected busyness! have something no one asked for as an apology, and i hope you all are having a good day!!
title: sorry
pairing: yandere! azul ashengrotto x reader
tw: yandere content, toxic/unhealthy behaviors, toxic/unhealthy relationships, manipulation, drugging, kidnapping
There was always something behind that smile of his. It was hard to notice, but the sly grin of Azul Ashengrotto often hid something from you, and you wanted to find out what it was.
You certainly had to admit he was beautiful, clever, and extremely stubborn. Hell, you knew it even before you’d faced him in a state of Overblot. The stubborn part was more during and somewhat after, but it does take determination to go through a hundred years of test questions and answers in order to put together a study guide thatcomprehensive.
Having to take care of Grimm and the other first years is tiring in it’s own right, and the Mostro Lounge wasn’t the best place to try to relax with how rowdy it could be lately. Simply put, even if you wanted to try to see what was behind that sly grin, you did not have the time or the energy. Azul was generally okay to hang out with, on good days, but this was not one of your best ones. Things had been hellish lately, and now, the rest of your first year friend group and yourself were washing windows because of yet another fight between Grimm and Ace.
“Neither of you really know how to hold back, do you?” you asked as you finished up your portion of windows. Your group of seven had divided the work easily, with Ace and Grim each handcuffed to someone who would make sure they did their jobs. You originally worried about Epel vanishing as well, but he was fine with doing the work. Not that it was really a surprise.
You sat down and took a swig of water, laughing a bit as you watched Grimm under Sabek’s stern and watchful care. It gave you a break from having to actually watch him. You were the only one done, although you’d volunteered to take the most windows. Deuce, Sabek and Jack were vehemently against it, so it was split evenly. It didn’t take Epel long to finish either.
After about an hour and a half and having to catch Ace and Grimm using a rope, bait, and a spoon(yes, a spoon) to get them to finish their twenty each, which took up almost an hour, you were all done, and could go do what you wanted in peace.
Epel had to complete his beauty routine before Vil decided to tie him down and force him, Jack went to go train, and Sabek had “something to do.” Therefore, you decided to go with the other three to the Mostro Lounge. It was on Deuce(in your case), since he was grateful to you for not sticking him on “A/G Duty.” You were thankful for that, considering how your “generous” headmaster was so stingy with your allowance.
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It didn’t take long to get there, and you had to admit that the atmosphere was nice. You hardly expected Azul to come out and seat a group of first year himself, especially when he really did have quite a lot on his own plate between requests and managing the place. Still, he did a damn near flawless job. Once your table was sat down, it didn’t take long for them to get on your orders.
You ordered your favorites off the menu, simply because you didn’t feel the need to change it up suddenly. You didn’t expect what would happen after your group had left. Everything seemed normal. Even how you sunk into your bed, ready to receive another prophetic, yet cryptic, nightmare. But… that didn’t happen.
Your sleep was dreamless, and it was far too early to be going to bed.
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When you woke, you weren’t in your bed. It was too soft, too plush to be your bed in Ramshackle Dorm. The sheets were too high-quality, and they were a light lavender color. You groaned softly and sat up, your head pounding. Normally, Grimm slept on your legs at night, so him not being there solidified your suspicions. You spotted him by his little ear fires in the dim lighting.
“Ah, so you’re up, little minnow,” you heard from across the room. You looked up and just barely saw Azul’s silhouette, although it was hard to mistake his voice for anyone else’s. “I do hope Floyd was gentle while he went to grab you for me.” You watched him come closer, feeling a chill down your spine, although the room was kept at a decent temperature. You backed up until your shoulder blades pressed into the bed’s headboard and Azul continued to contentedly crawl forward. You hadn’t noticed it before you’d tried to crawl away, but you heard the clatter of chains around your ankles, although your wrists were free, but only for a moment.
The weight of Azul’s arms pressed into them as he laid his head on your shoulder. His eyes shut softly and he sighed, as if relaxing for the first time in a long time.
“You’re finally here, thank god. I couldn’t wait anymore. I need you here.”
His voice was weak, and hardly above a whisper, but you knew it was going to be difficult to escape. You wanted to thrash and scream at him, push him away and demand he let you go back to your dorm, but one look into his tired, sharp eyes told you trying it would only end in pain for you. So you did something that would have been instinctive, if he hadn’t just admitted to be the one behind your kidnapping. You slid your hands from under his and hugged him softly, running your fingers through his hair.
“Sorry I couldn’t come see you sooner.”
if you’re not scared and horny, are you even doing it right?
tw: yandere, toxic relationships/behavior, kidnapping, nonhuman yandere implied
The air was thick and wet. It was cool, and there was almost no light. It was no issue for whatever was making sure you stayed down here, but you couldn’t see. Not to mention the effects of a lack of sunlight to the brain. You could hear the dampness drip onto the ground and your own breathing.
Then your heard your “caretaker” dragging in your next meal. Whatever it was, it was big.
this is getting into uncomfy territory for me bois but i gotta expand my horizons
tw: yandere, drugs, dollification, infantilizing behaviours, kidnapping, unhealthy/toxic relationship, non-consensual drugging, reader is on an iv drip, forced into wearing a dress, unwanted physical contact
You don’t remember the last time you could move. Maybe it was a week ago, maybe two weeks. You didn’t know whether it was Monday or if it was Friday, but you did know that the lace on your dress’ collar was irritating your skin. You were the latest in his collection, his newest little gem.
The drip you were on was the reason for your paralysis. He liked it better when his dolls couldn’t talk back, couldn’t move or resist. Still, you’re glad he hadn’t felt the need to use your body for pleasure. And he often likened your skin to porcelain.
You didn’t like that.
You were scared he might take your limbs, and get sick of your need to breathe and eat. But according to him, the one before you lived with him for two years, and managed to eventually go home. Although, that’s what he told you.
