Haha This Fits Illumi Needle - Sweetheart, I Have To Mark You. How Else Is Everyone Gonna Know Youre

Haha this fits illumi Needle - “Sweetheart, I have to mark you. How else is everyone gonna know you’re mine?”

Trigger warnings: blood, violence (graphic descriptions of torture)

Illumi Zoldyck

It shouldn’t have surprised you that Illumi Zoldyck was good at sewing human flesh, but each scream that tore through your tender throat said otherwise, and it was quickly wearing on the monster’s nerves.

“Be still.” He chastised, voice devoid of any emotion besides annoyance. This was for your own good, yet you were acting indignantly ungrateful, like a child that thinks they don’t deserve whatever punishment brought upon them. “I have to mark you”, he continued, pulling the needle through your rough skin as its red thread followed suit. “How else will everyone know you’re mine?”

You whimpered as the thread tightened under your skin with each tug, feeling almost like insects were crawling just below the outer most layer of your already-battered skin. You wanted to plead with him to stop, as you’d tried countless times for the past twenty minutes, but your throat had run dry and raw from the wear you’d put your vocal chords through. All you could manage was a weak croak, followed by more whimpers every time his needle pierced a new patch of skin.

“Shh, it will be over soon.” You watched, horrified, as his lips erupted into a sadistic grin made far more terrifying by his abyssal black eyes. He gently, carefully, stroked your cheek, taking fresh stray tears with his thumb. “A shame though. You’re so beautiful when you’re crying.”

The needle tore into your skin again, but it didn’t feel nearly as painful as the first few incisions. Perhaps it was the way your flesh burned as if screaming for relief or the way your veins pumped with adrenaline that you could do nothing with. He was far more cunning, far more sadistic, far more powerful than anything you could muster in a fruitless attempt to run away.

Illumi leaned back, pulling the thread taut as he did so, before tying the end and admiring his handiwork. Coagulated blood pooled around the tiny incisions of your chest along with trails of fresh and dry blood pooling around your collar bone or rolling down your abdomen. You looked beautiful painted in red, but he needed to treat your wounds before they got infected. With a heavy sigh, he stopped straddling your hips and leaped off, his long arms easily helping you sit up in the blood-stained bed.

“I will call the family doctor. In the meantime…” he impatiently picked up a hand-mirror and placed it in your weak hands, another eerie smile on his features. “Feel free to admire your new… tattoo.”

When he left, you finally allowed your eyes to open. You didn’t want to look, but the stinging sensation in your chest practically pleaded you to mourn the way he tainted your flesh.

You shouldn’t have been surprised, but your stomach still dropped upon seeing what he’d done to you. A name tag. One befitting a lost pet, even.

‘Property of Illumi Zoldyck’.

tw. nsfw.

Akira Fudo 

coffee: do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

Akira rarely gets jealous, though that’s largely thanks to his air-headedness; though, even when he does get jealous, he prefers to talk it out with his darling rather than show it. Akira is very much a lucid yandere that realizes how wrong his obsessive thoughts are. Instead of letting his thoughts wander and his feelings fester, he’ll gladly sit with his darling and get straight to the point, sometimes without much thought in the way of tact.

butter cake: how often do they flirt? are they smooth or awkward during the flirt?

Akira flirts without knowing it, even after he realizes his feelings, and the entire ordeal is nonetheless awkward. He has a natural charm even without trying to flirt, whether it be his stupid jokes or silly puns just to make his darling smile; it’s only made worse by his transformation after becoming a Devilman. It’s hard to resist someone so attractive no matter how bad their pickup lines are, especially when he gains some frankly unprecedented confidence to complement his looks.

iris: are they passionate?

Not at all, but that doesn’t mean he loves his darling any less. Akira is laid-back and takes things with stride, but when his darling’s protection comes into question, he can get a bit… intense. He’ll swear up and down that he’s just being a protective older brother, if only because he knows his obsession will eventually blossom into something more if he lets himself enjoy his lover.

Despite his lack of passion, Akira can be a passionate lover when he’s a Devilman, especially if he needs some of his needs met… but that’s unlikely to happen unless he gives into his desire for his darling and confesses; he’d rather relieve himself privately than involve his innocent little darling.

So Close (Yandere Hawks x Reader)

Anonymous said:

“It’s your word over mine. Who do you think they’re going to believe?” with Hawks?

Title: So Close

(Yandere Hawks x Reader)

notes: yandere

You hear the town before you actually see it over the horizon: a quaint town clock chiming the hour, the sounds of a few cars humming on the roads, a faint radio wafting out of a window.

But it’s only when you actually see it, full of buildings and cars and people that can help you that you let yourself pause, finally, and all the adrenaline that kept you running well past the point of exhaustion seems to sap away. 

You’re exhausted. Your ankles feel like they’re going to split. You’ve got bruises (some old, some new) and bumps but–you’re about to be free and none of it seems to matter.

You take a shaky step forward, full of hope and relief–only to be immediately pulled back against an all too familiar chest. His grip is harsh and unrelenting and you don’t have to look behind you know its him.

“You really didn’t think this through, did you?”

You whimper and jerk your shoulders, trying to get out of his tight, painful hold. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Hawks smiling, all teeth; to an outsider, it might be jovial, friendly… but you know what the tenseness in his grin really means:  you are in deep, deep shit.

“Let go!” You cry. “I’m… I’ll scream! Someone will hear me and then you’ll–”

He slaps on hand over your mouth and you grunt in protest. His grip on your arm tightens, and you know your arms will be sporting fingerprint shaped bruises soon, but his voice maintains its sticky faux friendliness. 

“I’ll what, sweetheart? Tell them I saved you from some rogue villain that kidnapped you and had you locked in some cabin in the woods? That you were out of your mind with fear when I rescued you and you went running, not knowing I was a Hero? That I’m going to escort you personally to a hospital to make sure you’re not injured?”

You freeze. It’s a warm summer day, but your body won’t stop trembling. You whimper against his hand and fight against tears that threaten to spill down your cheeks.

His voice is low and cruel as he leans close and whispers in your ear.

“Come on, (Y/N). Be reasonable. It’s your word over mine. Who do you think they’re going to believe?”

He lets his hand slowly slide away from your mouth, practically daring you to scream, and you can see the edge of his shit-eating grin as you realize that he’s right. He’s Hawks. And you’re… no one. 

Your shoulders sag in defeat as Hawk scoops you up in his arms, carrying you bridal-style back into the life you’d just fled.

Change in Plans

wasn’t planning on posting this one but after reworking some parts i figured what the hell

Warnings: fem!reader, death, blood, gore, graphic depictions of violence, kidnapping, smut, noncon, spitting

Word count: 5.9k

When Uvogin left the bar, he was only stumbling a little, the alcohol in his system leaving him pleasantly buzzed, but nowhere near the point of feeling the need to puke his guts out. That would only spoil the ending of his night, something he’d rather not have.

Ideally he’d end the night by picking a fight and bashing some poor bastard’s head in.

And given Uvo had found himself in the middle of some college town, he was hoping that it wouldn’t be too hard to end the night that way. There had to be a decent amount of college shitheads out and about who were even more drunk than he was and would eagerly respond in the way he wanted if he were to throw out the correct insults. Alcohol often emboldened people, and even though Uvo typically towered over the majority of the population, cheap booze in the system would have his opponents thinking they could take him on as they drunkenly decided they needed to teach him a lesson. Even more so if there was a group of them; people often thought they had the advantage with numbers, and that made it even more satisfying when he would inevitably rip them into shreds, watching as smug expressions slipped off their faces to be replaced with horror and panic when they saw what he could do. And when those people would realize that they were horribly outmatched they would try to run.

Uvo used to be annoyed by that, but he’d found that hunting those people down as they drunkenly stumbled over their own feet while they tried to get away from him was satisfying in its own way.

So he kept his eyes open for any groups of men that looked like they could be easily agitated, thinking of what insults might be best to use depending on who he came across.

He didn’t encounter any such group, however.

But he did spot you.

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Prompt 55 + Subaru Sakamaki

Ah, another mild yandere~ He’s more so a protective yandere than anything, which isn’t really showcased in this piece, but oh well.

Trigger warnings: blood, very slightly NSFW

What part of “stay away from me” didn’t you understand? Even as you stood before him with a welcoming smile, Subaru was utterly amazed by how stupid you could be. Did you not realize that such a warning was for your own safety?

The vampire sighed and adjusted himself in his seat, careful to avoid his wounds, before glaring daggers at you. “What do you want?”

Gingerly and wordlessly closing his bedroom door, you glided over to him with fake bravado. He could see your legs trembling with each step, but your face gave away nothing. He drew a shaky breath when you joined him on his balcony and fearlessly took a seat next to him.

“…Are you going to answer me?”

Your gentle giggle unsettled him. With a heavy grunt, he looked away from your intense gaze. How could you be so carefree around him? Though, it’s not like he posed much of a threat right now considering his wounds.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re injured and can’t heal fast enough – you need blood.”

The surprise on his face was palpable, but quickly gave way to anger. “Are you crazy, woman?“

"Perhaps, but I want to be of use to you.”

“What use will you be if you’re dead?”

You softly cupped his cheek, your touch full of compassion and love. The sheer warmth of your hand nearly caught him off-guard, but he quickly shrugged you off. Despite his clear feelings, you simply laughed and returned your hand to his cold cheek, your voice as gentle as ever. “Don’t you understand? If I’m dead, that proves my blood was of use to you.”

He growled through grit teeth and slapped your hand away before returning his gaze to the courtyard below. You surveyed his frustrated expression and idly hummed before getting up and sitting on his lap, quick to bare your pristine and tender neck to him. You smiled upon hearing his breath hitch at your coquettish actions. If you were trying to seduce him, fuck… it was working.

“Take a bite.” You coaxed and looked down at him. He could easily throw you off and be meters away from you by now, but he was hesitating – and he hated every second of it. You knew he wanted it, or rather, needed it. He’d be a fool to turn you down when you were practically offering yourself up on a silver platter. “Please, Subar–aah!”

His fangs had already sunk into your skin before you could finish uttering his name, as much as he liked hearing it come from your lips. You controlled your breathing in an attempt to cope with the initial pain, though you were surprised the pain didn’t last quite as long this time. He was going easy on you, fearful and equally as careful to take the bare minimum.

“You…”, you managed through ragged breaths, idly tugging on his hair to capture his attention. He grunted at the way you pulled his hair taut, almost feeling a bit turned on. “You…can take more if you want.”

He hesitated against your skin, his mind struggling to get a grasp on his restraint. But the more you leaned into him and pushed his head further into your neck, the more he could feel his inhibitions slip between his fingers. It didn’t take long to come to a decision.

His fangs pierced the surface of your flesh, slightly tearing at the skin as blood pooled around the incision and ran down your collarbone. Fingernails dug into his back as you bit down on his shoulder to stifle your moans. But even muffled, your moans were like music to his ears. If he wasn’t injured, he wouldn’t be able to resist jumping you for more than your blood. A part of him was glad he couldn’t do more, simply because he didn’t want to risk hurting you more.

A sick part of you was enjoying this, but it didn’t take long for your moans to turn into anguished groans. You whimpered and weakly struggled against his grip, and part of him found himself enjoying your reaction… until he came to his senses. 

“Shit!”

He was disgusted with himself, immediately retracting his fangs and pulling away to gauge your health. You stared back at him with a weak smile and slightly cloudy eyes, but you were alive. Subaru sighed in relief and pulled you in a tight embrace, resting his head on your shoulder to idly lick at your wound. You groaned in protest, but he disregarded you with a smile as he watched the wound slowly heal.

Pulling away, he looked at you with a look of disapproval. “You shouldn’t have tested my limits. I… I can’t control myself as well as my brothers.” He was a bit embarrassed admitting that last part, but there was no point hiding it now, not when you got a first hand experience of his inadequacy as the youngest brother.

“Heh, your brothers can control themselves? I’d pay to see that.” You deliriously mused and slumped against his body. Subaru chuckled against your shoulder and hugged you tighter, allowing you to fall asleep in his arms.

“I’m just glad you trusted me… Thank you.”

You didn’t hear his praise, but he didn’t miss the smile on your lips.

Yandere Scream Drabble 2 pt. 3

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*Edited.

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