OMG CEF For Pariston Cause I Love

OMG CEF for Pariston cause I love 🗑

We love all trash boys here, but by god is Pariston the king of trash. And honestly, it makes me love him more~

Cope - Do they try to deal with this jealousy sooner so they don’t lash out?

Oh not at all. No matter how painfully aware he is of his jealousy, the fact that his darling can elicit such feelings in him makes him want to hurt her more.

So yes, he would lash out – and he’d enjoy every second of it. He get pleasure from destroying the things he loves most, and what better opportunity than slowly destroying his precious darling?

Earnest - Are they intense?

Pariston is intense and cruel, even towards his darling whom he loves so dearly. Not only are his punishments harsh, he’s unpredictable and constantly leaves his darling in a state of paranoia and duress.

His “intensity” is a constant gamble. Some days, he’s markedly more empathetic and loving – other days, he’ll mercilessly beat or mentally torture his darling just for the fun of it.

Fight - How would they feel if you fought back against them?

Oh he’d be so amused! Although Pariston enjoys claiming to be weak – if only to make his darling think she has a fighting chance – he can easily keep up with Netero. His darling most likely doesn’t stand a chance against him.

Of course, it’s no fun if he immediately beats her down. He’d play around with her first, enjoying the way her hopes swell the longer he acts like he may lose.

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’.

How would yandere Peter Parker(Tom version) react to the reader running away from her own wedding? Like the vows are being said and stuff and reader manages to slip away from him and hitches her dress and starts to make a run for it? Would he find her and if so, what would he do to her?

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

AN: Thanks for requesting. I didn't know if you wanted just my thoughts on this or a proper imagine, but either way i did a headcanon. Hope you like this :) Make sure to reblog and give me feedback

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(female reader)

WARNINGS: Forced marriage; Implied future Breeding/Forced Pregnancy

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It would be a public yet private and small wedding. Peter wants Aunt May to be there and also his friends (even if it’s just MJ and Ned) but mostly he wants to show you off to everyone. Show that a beautiful girl like you loves him and only him.

Which is a lie, you made a good job pretending to be a loving girlfriend in front of everyone but that’s because you’re afraid of Peter and what he’s capable of.

He has previously proved that he’s dangerous and unless you want your loved ones, you'll have to behave.

Your family may or not be invited. Peter will use the excuse of you not being close with your family but if May insists too much, then he’ll be forced to invite them even after he’s the one that caused an edge between you and your family.

You didn’t want to get married to Peter, but you had to pretend to be happy for the sake of your loved ones. You hate pretending to be compliant but it’s a small sacrifice you have to make.  

But after the vows being said and official kiss is done, Peter leans to your ear and whisper dreadful words that make your heart stop

“I can’t wait to start trying for kids.” 

You don’t want kids, not with Peter. If you end up pregnant, it means there will be no way out for you. Never.

You’d never be able to run away, that task being significantly harder with kids on your tail. 

So, in a moment of weakness, just as Peter is busy greeting his friends, you take the chance and run away.

Surprisingly enough, no one sees you fleeing the scene but they soon notice you’re missing from the venue.

Peter is scared, he almost thinks someone has kidnapped you but that’s until he checks the apartment cameras and sees that you’re packing your clothes in a hurry.

He lowkey lies to everyone, claiming that you’ve felt bad and so he told you to go home and rest and with that, he ends the wedding party.

Peter rushes home and on his way there he makes sure to lock the apartment doors with the security app on his phone. That way you’ll be trapped inside until he reaches it.

And then, well, let’s just say that all your fears will come true.

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.

OOO PARISTON AND ANGEL

Trigger warnings: violence (torture), mentions of killing, malnourishment

Pariston Hill

He loved the way that defiant look refused to leave your eyes no matter how many times his whip met your skin. He loved the way your screams faltered into hoarse gasps and desperate cries that echoed off his walls. He loved the way you hurt. You were his darling, a beloved angel sent from above by which he could enact his guilty pleasures. Was he going to hell for hurting such a divine being? Of course. But Pariston Hill was having the time of his life breaking such an exquisite toy.

“W-why….”, you sputtered, feeling blood rush up your throat and mix with your saliva. Talking sent a blinding pain shooting down your abdomen, but he had been torturing you for longer than usual today.

“Hm? Sorry I didn’t hear you.” His chirpy voice rung out to replace the otherwise silent room. Warm brown eyes cheerily narrowed downwards to meet yours, his mouth pulled into a merciless grin unbecoming of this situation. Within moments, you were pushed against the dungeon wall, his delicate hand lightly squeezing your neck. If he didn’t like your question, he’d snap your neck right there. “Care to repeat that, my dear?”

You hesitated. “Why are you doing this?” Your throat burned at those words, your eyes furthering blurring with thick tears. However, your tormentor stopped, his grip on the whip tightening. A confused look flashed across his face before his features composed themselves into its usual amused smirk. 

“Why? What a peculiar question. I’m not entirely sure!” He chuckled, harshly pulling your chin upwards to meet his gaze. That sadistic look in his eyes made your stomach churn with what little food he’d graciously offered you two days ago. “Maybe it’s because this world doesn’t deserve an angel like you.”

You forced yourself not to spit in his face. “Yet it deserves a demon like you?”

“Oh you poor, misguided thing. This world is simply too good for you – you’re practically a sheep in a wolves den.” His laugh was louder this time, nearly making him hold his stomach out of pure joy. It’s as if you’d just told him the funniest joke in the world. “Don’t you get it, dear? That’s precisely why you need me. I’ll kill you before anyone else can taint your beauty. You should be grateful, angel!”

He let go of your neck, letting you crumple to the floor in a mass of blood and flesh. He gazed down at you with a paradoxical look of pure disgust and adoration, his icy expression betraying his “warm” smile.

“Now be a good girl and let me help you.”

Different Person

Pairing: Dark Peter Parker x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Your best friend Peter has changed and he shows you just how much by keeping you all to himself. 

WARNINGS: Kidnapping. 

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“You have no idea how much I have waited for this.” His voice is raspy, almost as if he just woke up.

His eyes greedily drink in every detail on your face as he approaches. To every step he takes forwards matches one that you take backwards. 

“Peter, please. This isn’t you.” you stutter, fear pooling in your stomach. Physically Peter looks the exact same from before yet something about him has clearly changed. 

A dark aura surrounds him. 

His whole behavior changed ever since he joined the Avengers. No longer the bubbly and awkward boy that used to be your best friend since childhood, instead becoming more and more cold and assertive.

The evident proof of his personality change is how he refuses to let you out of the new apartment he has. Completely automatized and secured from the outside world, sound-proofed and covered with several AI systems that prevented you from leaving.

It wouldn’t even let you get close to the door without activating warning alarms.

“This is exactly who I am. I’ve always loved you. Always. You just never noticed me enough.” he declares, an angry expression looming over his brown eyes. He tries grabbing your hand, but you effectively dodge away from him. 

Peter’s jaw clenches as his hand grasps the air instead. He twists his head to the side, momentarily closing his eyes as he sucks a deep breath.

“You better stop with that. I’m starting to lose my patience here. I’ve already told you I’m not going to hurt you.” he growls, flashing you a warning look.

You don’t recognize him anymore, he’s not your Peter. Old Peter would never talk to you like that nor would he keep you hostage in his apartment. 

He reaches for your hand again and this time you don’t move away. It’s best if you don’t test his limits, you don’t want to find out how far he’ll take things. A shiver runs down your arm with the skin contact. Your submission pleases Peter, a cocky smirk appearing in his face. 

“See? It wasn’t that hard, was it?” you don’t reply, ignoring the way his lips touch your knuckles.

“Step by step, I’ll make sure you give in and then you’ll be finally mine.”