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Yandere Daniel park x reader drabble(?)

Daniel looked at you up and down,cheeks red as he was put on to a daze by just looking at you but could you blame him?you're so beautiful.Both inside and out,no wonder why so many people want you.

You walked up to him with a smile so radiant that it can make anyone fall inlove with you.Once you finally reached him,you playfully teased him for his reddened cheeks while he gets your teasing to stop but you never did.That was the kind of person you are,so full of life and care.

He watched you drape your arm around him,giggling like a girl who just confessed to her crush.

His eyes darkened when that man smiled back at you.

A sigh left his mouth.oh well.

He might as well leave before you and your friend find him watching you from afar.But he'll get to know you more.Maybe when he finally has the right courage to meet you but for now,

He'll stay unknown.

Ｃａｒｎａｇｅ ＪＨＳ

Synopsis - The world has come to and end with a Virus breaking out and depleting the population. On your quest for survival you find your life getting mixed in wth the one of a gang

Pairing - Dark! Yandere! Gang leader! Jung Hoseok x Fem!Reader

Warnings - DUBCON, acts of violence, gaslighting to the extreme, kinda kidnapping, Prevert Hoseok. To the extreme.

Authors Note - Keke Palmer and Gabrielle Union in this one. All I have left to post is a Joon fic then Ill be able to get to requests!!

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

The virus has ravaged the world, tanking the population to being barely anything. Without any form of power in place, people had turned into monsters, gangs forming and hurting anyone who came in their path. Without any government, thus no true form of punishment, they lived off the thrill, doing whatever sedated their impulsive urges.

The underbelly of humanity had truly surfaced.

And throughout it all you'd been safe, hiding out in an abandoned motel. The place was pretty fortified and hidden protecting you from the outside world. It placed you in a place of never needing to protect yourself and just having to get through each day. You knew what the world had become but just refused to acknowledge it. It's not like you ever had to encounter it anytime soon.

Plus you had a small group with only two other members.

Keke was the sort of scavenger of the group. She could make anything out of what she needed often fortifying new inventions for the sake of keeping the group hidden and to benefit their survival. Keke often gave you new technology to use as the means of preserving food and gathering clean water. Not only that but she was pregnant, something that worried you but she always brushed it off saying she was going to be just fine.

Your other companion was Gabrielle or Gabi for short. She was a sort of leader, taking the role of guidance when it came to survival. You didn't mind that there even was a leader, that type of meaningless mindset went away when people decided to murder each other for fun. Plus her guidance was usually helpful and aided in keeping the others away from facing the world for what it became.

However the current reality was, that your group would soon run out of food and materials. That led you to walking about a mile down to the nearest convince store. This was your first interaction with the outside world in general since that day of finding your group.

All you had was a duffel bag and was told to fill it to the brim. So you left, taking your precious time to get to the store. Once you got there, you moved the slab of wood, that acted in place of the door. You slipped inside quietly trying to avoid as much attention being drawn to yourself as possible.

It was in pretty bad shape, the interior reeking of blood and gore. Yet the shelves still had something for you to scavenge. So you began to quietly take canned goods and sat them gracefully in your bag. By the time you were done, there was a good bit left on the shelves. This could mean an endless supply of food, and you couldn't wait to get back to the group. They'd be so happy to know of permanent food access, just in case you were to run out again.

About to leave, your eyes darted across the room, landing on a lonesome bookshelf. You loved to read, no matter what the genre was. It would take you to a new reality of sorts, one where you couldn't be bothered or harmed. It was a feeling you craved during these dark times.

So you sat there on the ground in silence looking at the backs of books, seeing which ones you were going to take back with you. The majority was romance, making you swoon much more. You never really had any real relationships before the outbreak, so you'd taken to once more looking at books to fill that hole.

Yet you couldn't even realize that someone was right behind you.

“That one's pretty good.”

You shot up and turned around looking face to chest with a tall black-haired man. He smiled snidely as you stumbled back ensuring to not collapse into the bookcase. “Wow your jumpy, it's alright. I ain't gon hurt ya.”

“What do you want-” You mustered out quickly. “Please don't take my supplies! I need to feed my gr-”

“Shhh,” His finger went on top of your lips, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip. “I don't want that meaningless junk. I'd rather something more valuable. Ya know something worthwhile.” He whispered, voice hushed into your ear. Your palms became sweaty as he kept taking steps toward you. He was cornering you in, his whole being threatening you to not make any noise.

“Please, I'm so sorry.”

“You know, you're in Hope territory right?” The Hope gang was one of the 7 harshest gangs that came from the populous wipe. And you being in their territory meant the worse for you.

“I didn't know! I swear, please I'm sorry.”

“Ya know ya got consequences for that right?” He kept moving towards you, his hands now falling on your thighs. They moved up slowly to grab at your ass harshly. You gasped out, feeling tears prick at your eyes. “I think a good consequence is coming with me.”

His hands were now on your hips.

“You should be with me.”

His thumbs rubbed at your stomach.

“Please me.”

He let out a groan of seemingly pleasure his final statement now close to your ear once more.

“Fuck me.”

You needed to get out of here.

Now.

You grabbed a nearby empty rack and shoved it forwards. The man stumbled back and you took off, leaving the duffel bag behind.

You had to get away from that freak. You pushed the wood out of the way not even looking back at the Hope Gang member. You pushed your body, speeding down the open road.

Yet men started to appear all around, chasing after you. All of them were apart of Hope Gang.

You looked back seeing the man just standing there, a wicked smile on his face. He waved at you, creepily, then put two fingers in front of his mouth and licked in between them, taunting you.

That made you turn around quickly and start running again.

This was the closest you've ever been to the outside apocalyptic world. And you were never going to do that again.

☀️

When you finally made it back to the base, you'd lost the men chasing after you.

“Keke! Gabi!”

The two women came down at the sound of your yells. “What happened? Where's the bag?” Gabi instantly asked you.

“The Hope gang. I was on Hope territory!” You frantically pushed out. You were sobbing, all the while heaving to try and catch your breath.

“Oh god, did they see where you went?!” Gabi asked patting your shoulder. “Forget that, come on let's go into my room.” You nodded heaving again, your group going up the stairs and into a room. Gabi sat you down on a bed and stood across from you leaning on a wall. Keke sat next to you, rubbing your arm comforting you.

Gabi took a deep breath in. “Did they see you, see where you went, or anything that could reveal our location?”

“A bunch of their men saw me. I lost them though so I don't think they know where we stay.”

“Then it's all good. Let's just forget about it alright? If something were to happen, wouldn't it have happened already?” Keke added. You both turned to look at her. She did have a point, the majority of the gangs worked on instinct rather than any actual plans. “Let's just have the day continue as normal.”

“Alright, if you say so, let's resume to normal, you got dinner right?” Gabi pointed at you. You nodded giving a thumbs up. “Let's just hope they let this slide.”

☀️

For 4 days it was peaceful. You almost forgot the encounter.

Almost.

BANG!

You jumped out of bed heart stopping at the loud noise. You had on only a tank and a pair of pajama pants. The book you were reading was strewn out next to you. Gabi's voice and an oddly familiar voice could be heard outside your door.

“Where is she?!”

“No! I'm not telling you shit- Wait let go! Let the fu-”

Her voice was now muffled. You moved to peek out the window seeing the dark-haired man from earlier breathing heavily. You took not another second to look and closed the blinds quickly. Backing further into the room, staying quiet, your hand covered your mouth. The fuzziness of your pajama bottom and top helped you have something to choke on to keep quiet.

“I got one last room to go through! Wonder if this is it? Let's see huh…”

At the sound of that you moved to the bathroom, hiding in the bathtub.

The sound of the door creaking open terrified you. You put your sleeve back into your mouth trying to be quiet. You could hear his footsteps echoing forwards. “I know your in here baby. The bed is still messy, and would you look at this, a book? ‘Carnage’? That's cute.”

He steps were getting closer.

“I've been thinking about you.”

He was looking around your room. You could hear him begin to move towards your bathroom. This was for sure going to be the end of you.

“I need you to be with me, I know you want that too.”

The door opened. The only thing hiding you was the shower curtains.

“Think about that peace we could have baby. You and me on the top of the world.”

Then you were blinded by the sudden the light.

“Found you.”

And for sure it was him. He pulled you up by your forearm, his smile growing wider and wider. “Please, please, please, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!”

“Shh Shhh. You're not in the wrong here baby. No need for that. I'm here to take you somewhere better.” He sounded purely delusional. “Shit I never even told you my name!” You tried to go for the bathroom door that was now wide open, but he quickly moved to where his huge frame covered the opening. His hand slammed the door shut, making you jump back into the wall, tripping on the toilet. “The names Hoseok baby. Leader of the Hope Gang.”

Well shit. The fucking leader of one of the most notorious gangs was seeking you out. Now you had to comply.

“H-Hu-Hi.” That's all you could muster out.

“You're adorable. Just adorable! I'm going to have so much fun with you.” Hoseok dug in his back pocket and fished out a cloth. “Now just to be safe, we gotta play the part baby.”

His hands made quick work covering your mouth. You nodded quickly, beginning to cry.

“Now act scared.”

If only he knew.

☀️

The Hope Gang had broke past the wall. Hoseok had you all lined up with gags in your mouths. His men were raiding the place and taking whatever they wanted. He kept his eyes always on you. You were down on your knees in between Gabi and Keke.

“Now we been watching y'all for days! And this one was on my territory.” Hoseok pointed his gun at you. You knew it was loaded, he'd told you that. It was a precaution for your other friends, he was willing to go all the way just for you. “So how do you guys suppose we settle that?” He got up close and personal with Gabi, then Keke, and finally you. He winked at you and smiled. “Nothin’ huh?”

Gabi struggled against her bound mouth, the cloth working it's way out of her mouth. “Please! We're sorry, she's sorry, you don't have to do this.” Hoseoks head whipped to her direction.

“Aww you gotta ruin the fun of the whole interrogation thing. But I got a solution, and as you see it's already in process, I just want a little cherry on top of all I'm getting tonight.”

Then he looked at you.

Eyes full of lust and power. With each slow step, you inch away. Your mind started running you began to have second thoughts about everything. The best thing to do was go into hiding, and get the fuck out of there.

Yet of course it hadn't gone your way at all

He began to rush at you, grabbing the back of ur neck and pulling you up. You yelled out and began to thrash. Hoseok pressed your foreheads together trying to somewhat calm you down. His breath fanned over your face and he spoke quietly. “You're doing amazing. Sorry about that.” He pulled away and licked the side of your face, making you visibly shiver and tremble.

“Fucking let go of her! You fucking freak!” Gabi yelled launching at the two of you. But all she did was fall on her side. Your captor looked at her before turning back to you, giving you a bone-chilling smile. He purses his lips together shushing you.

“Watch this.”

He walked slowly to Gabi, aiming his gun at the pocket inside of Gabi's leg. Right at her knee. He pulled the trigger and she let out a scream. He for sure blew her knee out. He laughed in her face, drowning out her yells. You yelled in the arms of the gang along with Keke. Then he looked back at you and blew out her other knee. “That's sure is a lot of blood!!”

Then he looked at Keke. “No! No no no no no!” She began to yell shielding her stomach. “Please please please,” She began to chant.

Drool pooled inside your gag as you tried yelling at him but he was so focused. So unphased. “Shit your pregnant huh?” He taunted standing over her. She nodded frantically.

“Wanna know a secret?”

Keke nodded once more.

“I'm gonna put one of those,” He kneeled down and rubbed at her stomach. You could hear her breathing hitch as he soothingly rubbed on her. “In her. Tonight.” He pointed straight at you.

No…. No…. Your body shook in fear as he laughed and laughed right in Keke's face. “Now I'm not gonna mess with you, your gonna need all that strength for that baby.” He got up and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Shit I need to kill something now, got all that hype for nothing.” He pointed the gun in your direction shooting past you at a random gang member, blood shooting on your face, making you let out a shrill scream. He laughed and Hoseok game up next to you.

You began to struggle and he hoisted you up on his shoulder. “Y'all got a lovely home by the way, sorry to intrude!”

☀️

Hoseok spent the whole time on the way there talking with you. Praising your “performance”, asking you questions, and getting to know you. And of course you answered them why wouldn't you? His whole deamnor shifted as he doted on you and holding you close. The entire interaction was intamite.

So when you arrived to a lively casino, you didn't know what to expect. Hoseok put that much trust in you to let you walk freely to the front doors.

“This is our main base baby, and we run everything.”

“W…. We?”

“Yeah baby, your a equal to me now. Well maybe a little less, but to me an equal. Well I hope you like it, I made sure those fucking idiots cleaned up a bit just for you.” Then he opened the doors.

The entire inside was this huge hangout spot almost party esque environment. It was a whole new experience something you haven't felt in what seemed like years. They all seemed nice to Hoseok as he brought you to the back. They greeted him and he greeted back, almost like they've been friends for years. “Sorry guys, I gotta bring my princess to her room!”

Wow he made sure you got your own room. He was really dedicated and ready just for you.

He brought you to a large set of doors in the back and you assumed this was his room, well your room now, as everything was filled with the most luxurious of luxuries. The bed was covered in the fluffiest comforter like you'd never seen before. Then you saw this beautiful pink decorated corner, which had rugs, pillows, and finally a bookcase filled with books. He looked so pleased with your reaction. Hoseok drunk everything in his hands wrapping around your waist.

His hips ground against your ass, and you swore you could feel him getting harder by the second. “You like it?” He whispered into your neck.

“It's, It's so thoughtful. How'd you know I liked all this stuff?” You asked giving a small smile.

“I've been watching you for a while. Even before I saw you in the store. I just knew I wanted you, so I watched you, finding out all those little things, just waiting for the day I took you. You were just so beautiful.”

You shivered at that confession. But nonetheless nodded and began to walk towards the bed only to be stopped by Hoseok. “Hm?”

“Let's get you in the tub, we don't want the bed to get dirty do we?” Hoseok held the small of your back and walked you to another side room, a large opening leading to a beautiful bathroom. You only just remembered blood being spalttered all over you. On the wall in front of you sat a beautiful white tub, adorned with gold accents. “Come on let's get those nasty clothes off.” You felt his hands travel to the bottom of your shirt and Hoseok pulling off it off, letting your breasts fall out. “Fuck these are perfect.” Next was your bottoms and those slipped off easy in compared to the top. You went for your own panties and slipped them off allowing yourself to be completely bare.

Hoseok walked over to the tub and turned on the faucet, water filling up it's porcelain insides. You stood far away from him, caked in dirt and blood as this was your first bath in what seemed to be days and the nights previous events. His fingers dipped into the water, and with his other hand beckoned you over. You moved to stand next to him in complete scilence, and got in the tub once he was done checking the water. He gave you a small smile before getting up and walking off, leaving you alone.

This gave you an opportunity to look around and really take in more of your surroundings. The bathroom was so spotless it looked barely lived in. There was a goregous view however, yet it didn't seem like that big of a deal in the hindsight of it all. Seeing that everything that surrounded his casino built paradise was some form of a hellish landscape.

You were drawn from your deep thoughts as a bottle of soap was placed next to you. Then you looked up and saw Hoseok, completely naked. You quickly advert your eyes and focus on the water as Hoseok grabbed a towel, wetting it and rubbng some soap into it. He washed at your body making sure to touch any and all crevice of you, focusing on groping at your chest especially. Finally he reached your legs and wiped around your exposed cunt especially but making sure not to touch directly at it.

Atleast he knew some health precautions.

Lastly he washed you off with water and wiped your face clean, now focused on your hair picking out dirt and blood. Once again showing how intamite he could be.

Then he went to himself, gettng in the tub behind you cleaning off the blood especially. You sat there awkwardly letting the man keep working at himself. By the time he was done, the water was a murky color and you couldn't wait to step out. In which Hoseok did as well, pulling you up softly. “Awe look at that, your goregous baby. And you smell so nice.” He complimented drying you off.

He walked you over back to the bed room after which surprised you. He'd set up lit candles and rose petals everywhere. Almost as if you were celebrating an anniversary of some kind, which couldn't be farther from the case. Hed just shot in your friends knees not even a day ago. Then threatened to impregnate you.

Oh. That what this is. You need to leave quickly.

And you did, pushing away from him, in only a frilly pink robe, swinging open the door. He was crazy everyone in here was crazy. Your feet pattered on the floor as you ran past men of all kinds, your only goal being was to reach the end and get away from the man that kept making advances on you.

You were so close.

That was until you were grabbed by your hair and swung to the ground. The wind flew out you as you choked on your own spit. “Got her boss.” Hoseok stood only a few feet away from you and he looked calmer than ever. Hoseok took slow steps towards the two of you and pulled out that same gun he used earlier. He began to tsk and pressed the gun to the man's hand that currently held your hair in vice grip. Hoseok motioned for him to let go of you all the while keeping that gun pressed to his hand. The guard moved it slowly, right before Hoseok pulled the trigger blowing off his hand.

Blood splattered on you again as the man yelled out. He yowled out in pain yelling insults left and right.

“You fucking bitch!”

“She's never going to like you! Never fucking ever!”

“Your fucking twisted ma-”

Hoseok shot him in the head without a second thought. He grabbed your upper arm and started walking back to the room. Everyone refused to even look at you before Hoseok threw you back in his room. He slammed the door shut locking it this time. “Why did you do that huh? I'm giving you everything you could've ever wanted and fucking more!”

You stayed quiet, walking back until you hit the bed falling on it. You could feel flower petals beneath you making everything far worse. Hoseok was now over you about to strike you with the end of his gun.

“Speak or I swear to god I'll fucking-”

“I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me. I was scared!” You his beneath your hands trying to shield yourself from his rage. You knew he had it but he never showed it too you until this moment.

And he still didn't.

Hoseok fell on the bed on top of you. He crashed your lips together holding your face with both of his hands, brushing the gun against the side of your face. The moment felt wrong, like it shouldn't have happened. Because within all the bad in the world, your kidnapper brought you bliss. Blood covered both of your faces and he rubbed it into your skin.

All you wanted to do was surrender yourself to all the emotions you felt. It was all so overwhelming, Hoseok was such a dangerous man and strangely that danger attracted you further into him. All those books you read about evil mafia men, made you crave that love. However Hoseok seemed to be more than those fake men, now being real and in love with you, soemthing gave into so quick and wasy.

You let your robe fall back off you, while Hoseok feverishly went for his pants. They fell down in a pile, all at his feet. He rubbed at his cock, pre dripping on your lap.

“Touch it.” He ordered.

Almost in a daze your hand went straight to his girth and you began to slowly stroke him. In which he groaned out and pulled off his shirt, the blood from one of his own crew members still stained the side of his face. He spat on his hand and instantly rubbed at your clit. You let out a mewl and your stroking faltered for a bit. “Please…”

“Please what?”

You didn't want to admit it. You couldn't admit it that this was your first time being touched in a long time and now wanted someone who hurt multiple people in front of you to fuck you senseless. So all you could do was whimper and pull away to dig your nails into your thighs. Hoseok let out a small snicker before speaking again.

“You want me to fuck you?”

You nodded sheepishly.

That sealed your fate.

Hoseok pushed you back and pulled you by your ankles, bringing your legs up to meet your head. He slapped his tip against your leaking hole before slamming in. He let out a loud groan and you moaned out, vision blinded temporarily. He wasted no time fucking you senseless, you must’ve already came once because as he pulled out his length, your cream was plastered on his cock. “Yes! Cream that shit!”

“I- I cant take it- Ahhh- Much Longer!!” You yelled out nails digging in his back. Another orgasm was coming and it was coming fast. Hoseok went to rub at your clit and he slammed into you, seemingly feeding off whatever energy you gave him.

“Wow, your really pent up huh?!” He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you in, kissing you passionately. “I’m about to fill you up so good…I’m gonna get you nice and preg- ugh- pregnant.” He groaned against your lips.

That was a real wake up call.

“Ple- Wait st-” Hoseok shushed you up, by connecting your lips again, going even harder than ever. You were blinded once again by your own release and the feeling of his own. He collapsed on top of you, not even trying to pull out.

“God I love you. I love you so much.”

All you could do was sit there, covered in sweat and blood, as your captor cuddled you to sleep.

Hey can I request for yandere Dazai x reader, where reader is Chuuya sister but not working in Port Mafia. She just works part time in a pet shop.

hello annonie! I hope this is to your liking!

(✧) warnings: lowercase writing, stalking, yandere behavior, Dazai is a whole warning, maybe manipulation? pantie stealer Dazai, perv behavior. ideas of kidnapping at the end. dark themes below the cut!

(✦) summary: a peculiar volunteer at the pet shelter, one who has a distaste to dogs, seems to know a little to much about you. 324 words~

(✧) a/n: I haven't written much, if anything at all, for yandere, so I apologize if it isn't the best. I did this at midnight and I apologize if it's not what you expected.

(✦) pairing: yandere!dazai x gn!reader

(✧) listening to~ Love Me Dead by Ludo

imagine yandere!dazai volunteering at the animal shelter you work at, hating dogs but still willing to be around the creatures to spend time with his darling.

imagine yandere!dazai wrapping his arms around you and feigning fright whenever he sees the "wretched vermins" that he thinks dogs are, over dramatically whining about how the dogs gonna eat him, how you need to protect him. he'll be as overdramatic as needed if he means he gets to put his hands on you.

imagine yandere!dazai gasping, stumbling backwards and placing a hand over his chest as you tell him about your brother, chuuya, dramatically yelling "how could such a goddess like you be related to that slug!?" he of course already knew you where related, he had gone through every file that had existed about you multiple times, watching you from afar, studying you. he knew far more about you than you knew of yourself at this point.

imagine yandere!dazai actually working when he's at the shelter with you, knowing he won't be allowed to come back if he just lazes around instead of doing the volunteer work he signed up for. he can't have the only way he can see his lovely belladonna taken away from him, now can he?

imagine yandere!dazai taking photos of you without your knowing, whether it be from outside of the window of the animal shelter, or from outside of window in your room as your changing, keeping a particular photo of you trying on a pretty little set of lingerie, stupidity leaving your window opening thinking that it's midnight, no one will see you (he sure did), tucked in his wallet.

imagine yandere!dazai being a huge perv, stealing a worn pair of underwear every time he's invited over, going home and breathing in your scent and rubbing himself through his strained pants, wishing it was you you touching him. all the while you do nothing but wonder why your underwear collection is slowly dwindling in size.

imagine yandere!dazai slowly manipulating your mind, reprogramming it to love him before he finally rips you away from the watching, protective care of your brother, the brunette watching as the ginger panics and nearly destroys everything in his path, desperate to get you back from the manipulative, obsessive hands of his ex partner.

masterlist!

dividers by @/cafekitsune

Hey can I request for yandere Dazai x reader, where reader is Chuuya sister but not working in Port Mafia. She just works part time in a pet shop.

hello annonie! I hope this is to your liking!

(✧) warnings: lowercase writing, stalking, yandere behavior, Dazai is a whole warning, maybe manipulation? pantie stealer Dazai, perv behavior. ideas of kidnapping at the end. dark themes below the cut!

(✦) summary: a peculiar volunteer at the pet shelter, one who has a distaste to dogs, seems to know a little to much about you. 324 words~

(✧) a/n: I haven't written much, if anything at all, for yandere, so I apologize if it isn't the best. I did this at midnight and I apologize if it's not what you expected.

(✦) pairing: yandere!dazai x gn!reader

(✧) listening to~ Love Me Dead by Ludo

imagine yandere!dazai volunteering at the animal shelter you work at, hating dogs but still willing to be around the creatures to spend time with his darling.

imagine yandere!dazai wrapping his arms around you and feigning fright whenever he sees the "wretched vermins" that he thinks dogs are, over dramatically whining about how the dogs gonna eat him, how you need to protect him. he'll be as overdramatic as needed if he means he gets to put his hands on you.

imagine yandere!dazai gasping, stumbling backwards and placing a hand over his chest as you tell him about your brother, chuuya, dramatically yelling "how could such a goddess like you be related to that slug!?" he of course already knew you where related, he had gone through every file that had existed about you multiple times, watching you from afar, studying you. he knew far more about you than you knew of yourself at this point.

imagine yandere!dazai actually working when he's at the shelter with you, knowing he won't be allowed to come back if he just lazes around instead of doing the volunteer work he signed up for. he can't have the only way he can see his lovely belladonna taken away from him, now can he?

imagine yandere!dazai taking photos of you without your knowing, whether it be from outside of the window of the animal shelter, or from outside of window in your room as your changing, keeping a particular photo of you trying on a pretty little set of lingerie, stupidity leaving your window opening thinking that it's midnight, no one will see you (he sure did), tucked in his wallet.

imagine yandere!dazai being a huge perv, stealing a worn pair of underwear every time he's invited over, going home and breathing in your scent and rubbing himself through his strained pants, wishing it was you you touching him. all the while you do nothing but wonder why your underwear collection is slowly dwindling in size.

imagine yandere!dazai slowly manipulating your mind, reprogramming it to love him before he finally rips you away from the watching, protective care of your brother, the brunette watching as the ginger panics and nearly destroys everything in his path, desperate to get you back from the manipulative, obsessive hands of his ex partner.

masterlist!

dividers by @/cafekitsune

Obsession

Staring out from the sixth floor, Ignored the latch on my door, For locks are for bureaucrats, And latches you know to crack,

The window is open now. You’re up in my room, somehow, I haven’t been home in days, So you’ve taken up your stay.

You should know that you’re obsessed, But you’ll never quite confess, To inviting yourself in, Getting lost in my linens.

Your girlish nature is gone, In the dark, singing your songs, To candleless devotion, You’d light wicks in the ocean.

Your spindling hands on my dress, Wish I was in it or less. But the fabric has gone cold, And now it’s just my scent you hold.

You should know that you’re insane. But I’ll play your childish games. Because I know that you’re there, Wandering around, skin laid bare.

It’s a hot-blooded affair, Though you say that it’s not fair, That I think I don’t want you, But even that isn’t true.

You have faith for a mirage, It’s personal sabotage. You are a creature creeping, Like I don’t know you’re peeping.

You should know that you’re deranged. Such a sickness can’t be changed. But you don’t want to repent, Each move worth the time you spent.

You find lies that comfort you. Wish I could tell you the truth. My truth is a lie as well, It’s a curse we can’t dispel.

And yet you lie in my bed, Wishing I had lain my head, Settled next to you a while, Gave an inch, you took a mile.

You should know that you’re senseless. And that I know you’re breathless, Rolling in my silken sheets, Head filled with your thoughts of me.

“One more night,” you say aloud, “She’ll come home and I’ll be found.” I’ve always known that you’re there. You’ve always been within my snare.

I’ve got you caught and found out. And yet you haven’t a doubt, That I have not an idea, No knowledge of mania.

You should know that you’re bizarre. You should have checked in the stars. Under the moonlight I’m here, Lust and bloodlust mix in fear.

From Downstairs

From downstairs, I can see you hide. From downstairs, I can hear your lies. From downstairs, I know you want me. From downstairs, I know you can’t sleep.

I’m a stalker, but so are you. When I am watching, you watch too. Am I a killer or in love? Both come with bodies I dream of.

From your window, you are watching. From your window, you’ve seen nothing. From your window, I see instead. From your window, into your head.

You can’t see, but you know I’m there. It’s suspense that you cannot bear. You just want to call out to me. Where you and I can simply “be.”

From your room, I’ll consume your mind. From your room, I’ll make you all mine. From your room, you’ll want me so much. From your room, you’ll die in my clutch.

I just want to be yours alone. And our love be frozen in stone. A story told for all of time. Another night I make you mine.

From our home, and yes, it is ours. From our home, I’ll watch for hours. From our home, I know you see me. From our home, I want you to see.

Like this, we circle each other. Like predators and like lovers. I am the hunter and hunted. I know this is what you wanted.

From these walls, I haunt while you dream. From these walls, I’m watching you sleep. From these walls, you’ve tried to patch holes. From these walls, you always find more.

I'm watching you as you watch me. And we are both just out of reach. But if we set the hunt to end, Would we ever be more than friends?

From my window, I can see you there. From my window, you’re making it fair. From my window, you return favors. From my window, come be my savior.

You’re a stalker, but so am I. Only the stars will hear our cries. Whether a killer or in love, It's your body I'm thinking of.

ACT 1 // CHAPTER 1

beginning // previous // next

*confused screaming*

someone help y do i end up with my stalker I--- I DID NOT ASK TO GAIN STOCKHOLM SYNDROME H E L P--

EPEL NO I TRUSTED YOU *sobbing*

Silver, Kalim, save me-- wait you're both yanderes too.... 🤡🤡🤡

Twisted Wonderland (Yandere ver.) click and drag game!

warnings: flashing images, Yandere behavior (stalking, kidnapping, killing)

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Dark Currents (Intoxicating Fear Fanfic)

I: Dark Currents

@chaotic-orphan

TW: choking, strangling, strangulation, stalking, drugging, intimate whumper, intimidating whumper, disoriented whumpee.

The night was a deep blanket of silence as Kit walked home, the distant sounds of the city fading behind him. After a gruelling shift at the hero tower, fatigue clung to him like a shadow. The dark alleyway ahead felt especially foreboding, its walls lined with graffiti that whispered stories of forgotten souls. Streetlights flickered, casting unsettling shadows that danced across the damp pavement, creating an eerie mosaic of light and dark.

Just as Kit turned a corner, a figure lunged from the depths of the shadows—Ambrose.

Before Kit could react, Ambrose tackled him to the ground, the impact knocking the wind out of him. He gasped as Ambrose’s hands tightened around his throat, panic surging within him like a tidal wave. The chill of the concrete seeped into his skin, contrasting sharply with the heat of his rising fear.

"You thought you could escape me?" Ambrose’s voice was cold, filled with a twisted satisfaction that sent shivers down Kit’s spine.

"Let me go!" Kit shouted, desperation creeping into his voice. He strained to summon his electric abilities, but Ambrose’s grip was like iron, dulling his spark, leaving him feeling powerless.

Ambrose leaned closer, a cruel smile curling his lips, the flickering streetlight illuminating his features in a sinister glow. "You’re not in control here."

Kit’s heart raced as he twisted beneath Ambrose, trying to break free. With a sudden burst of strength, he managed to throw Ambrose off balance, but it was temporary. Ambrose was on him again, pinning him down, his hands constricting around Kit’s throat like a vice, the world narrowing to a painful focus.

"Why did you come back?" Kit gasped, struggling for air.

"Because you need to come with me," Ambrose replied, his tone unyielding, as if he were delivering a decree. "You belong with me, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen."

Kit’s mind raced, memories flashing like lightning. The last time he had seen Ambrose, it had been under vastly different circumstances—filled with a familial solidarity, occasional laughter echoing in the air, not this violent chaos.

In his mind's eye, Kit recalled Ambrose and Jude, silhouetted against the city lights, locked in a passionate kiss, their joy stark against the backdrop of a darkening sky. They had looked so carefree, so oblivious to the storm brewing around them.

It was just a rumour, Ambrose’s voice echoed in Kit's thoughts, a haunting refrain. Jude and I... it meant nothing.

With a sudden surge of adrenaline, Kit managed to shove Ambrose off him, scrambling to his feet. But Ambrose quickly recovered, grabbing Kit’s arm and pulling him close again, the smell of sweat and cologne enveloping Kit in a dizzying haze.

"Let’s talk," Ambrose said, his grip still firm, the intensity of his gaze unyielding.

Reluctantly, Kit followed, feeling the tension crackle in the air between them like static electricity. They walked to a nearby bar, its neon sign flickering ominously, casting a ghostly glow on the cracked pavement. Inside, the atmosphere felt heavy, thick with unspoken words and the scent of stale beer mingling with the faint aroma of cigarette smoke.

Max, the bar owner, greeted them with a nod, his weathered face a map of years spent in the dim light. "What’ll it be?"

"Two shots of whiskey," Ambrose ordered, his tone lacking warmth, as if he were merely playing a role in a dark theatre.

As they settled onto the bar stools, the faux leather cracked beneath them, and Kit couldn’t shake the unease that clung to him like a second skin. "What about Jude?" he pressed, muted anger flaring again, the question like a lit fuse.

Ambrose waved a dismissive hand, irritation flickering across his features. "Forget him. We have more pressing matters."

The whiskey arrived, amber liquid glinting under the low light, and they downed the shots, the burn cutting through the tension like a knife. Ambrose leaned in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. "You still don’t understand, do you? You’re meant for more than this life."

Kit narrowed his eyes, anger bubbling beneath the surface, a tempest ready to erupt. "You think you can just show up and demand I leave everything behind?"

Ambrose’s gaze was intense, as if he were peering into Kit’s very soul. "This place is holding you back," he replied. "You need to step into the light with me."

Kit felt the weight of Ambrose's words, but the alcohol was dulling his resolve, making the room sway slightly.

Unbeknownst to Kit, Ambrose had slipped something into his drink. After another sip, a wave of dizziness washed over him, the world spinning around him like a carousel gone awry.

"What did you do?" he slurred, struggling to stay upright, the edges of his vision blurring.

"Just a little something to help you relax," Ambrose said casually, a predatory glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down Kit’s spine.

Kit’s strength faded, and he felt the ghost of Ambrose’s hand tighten around his throat again, the imaginary pressure making it hard to breathe, suffocating him with fear.

"Why are you doing this?" Kit gasped, panic rising like bile.

"Because I need you to understand," Ambrose said, his tone chilling, devoid of warmth. "You’re mine."

As they stumbled back to Kit's apartment, Ambrose’s presence loomed over him like a storm cloud, dark and oppressive. Inside, Ambrose closed the door with a slow, deliberate motion, the sound echoing ominously in the small space.

"This isn’t over," Kit whispered, fear and anger churning in his chest like a storm at sea.

Ambrose stepped closer, his expression shifting to something darker, more primal. "We need to talk about us."

"Us?" Kit echoed, scepticism lacing his voice, as if he were trying to make sense of a riddle with no answer.

Ambrose held his gaze, eyes intense and fierce. "I didn’t abandon you. I had my reasons, but now I’m back for you."

Kit’s heart raced, caught between anger and the flicker of something darker, something he didn’t want to acknowledge. "You think it’s that simple?"

The pressure around his throat returned, tightening just enough to send panic coursing through him like a wildfire. "You need to listen," Ambrose commanded, his voice low and dangerous.

"You can’t just expect me to forgive you," Kit managed to say, breathless, the words escaping in a whine.

"I came back for you," Ambrose insisted, his grip still firm, unyielding. "You have to understand."

Kit felt the pressure building, the edges of his vision blurring as darkness threatened to creep in. "You’re hurting me," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper.

Ambrose released him slightly, but his eyes remained locked on Kit’s, a predatory intensity that made Kit’s pulse race. "I won’t let you go that easily."

"What do you want from me?" Kit managed, desperation creeping into his voice, the weight of the world pressing down on him.

"I want you by my side," Ambrose replied, voice low and menacing, each word dripping with a power that was both alluring and terrifying. "But first, you need to know what you’re getting into."

Kit glared at Ambrose, heart racing, feeling trapped. "This isn’t love—or whatever you think this is. You’re just trying to control me."

Ambrose stepped closer, the tension between them palpable, electric. "I’m trying to save you. You don’t see it yet, but I’m the only one who can."

"I can take care of myself!" Kit shouted, his anger finally boiling over, a defiant spark igniting in his chest.

With a swift movement, Ambrose seized Kit again, his grip tightening until Kit felt the world closing in around him, darkness threatening to swallow him whole. "You’ll understand," Ambrose said, voice cold and unyielding.

Just as Kit felt he might pass out, Ambrose released him, stepping back, breathing heavily, as if he were wrestling with his own demons. "I want you back, Kit. But you need to accept that I won’t let you go."

Kit staggered, gasping for air, the fear mingling with something else he couldn’t quite place, an unsettling mix of dread and yearning. "What have you done?"

Ambrose’s expression turned serious, the weight of his words heavy in the air. "I’m not playing games. This is about survival."

As dawn broke, pale light filtering through the grimy window, Kit knew he had to confront Ambrose and figure out what he truly wanted. The weight of the night pressed down on him, suffocating yet exhilarating, but he couldn’t ignore the twisted bond that kept pulling them together.

This was only the beginning, and Kit had no idea where it would lead them. The struggle for control would continue, but one thing was certain: he wouldn’t back down that easily.

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Dark Currents (Intoxicating Fear Fanfic)

II: The Edge of the Knife

@chaotic-orphan

TW: stalking, drugging, intimate whumper, intimidating whumper, disoriented whumpee.

A thin, pale light filtered through the grimy window of Kit’s apartment, casting long shadows across the room. Dust motes hung in the air, untouched by the frail dawn that did little to banish the clinging darkness. The night had been a war of attrition, and now, with the arrival of morning, Kit felt no more victorious than when it had started. His body was heavy, his limbs tingling with the remnants of whatever Ambrose had slipped into his drink, and his mind was a haze of confusion and anger.

In the corner of the small, cluttered apartment, Ambrose stood motionless, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. His expression was unreadable, his dark eyes fixed on Kit with an intensity that made Kit’s skin prickle with unease. There was something about Ambrose that always felt too much—like he took up too much space, like the very air around him warped under the weight of his presence. It had been that way since the moment they’d met, but now, standing on the edge of something neither of them fully understood, it felt suffocating.

Kit pushed himself up from the bed, his heart pounding in his chest. The silence between them was thick, electric, like the air before a storm. He needed answers—needed to know what Ambrose truly wanted, why he was here, and what had driven him to this point. But most of all, Kit needed to understand the strange, twisted connection that seemed to keep pulling them together, no matter how many times he tried to walk away.

Ambrose’s face was shadowed, but his eyes glinted in the low light, dark and unreadable. He stepped forward, his boots crunching softly on the worn wooden floor, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. Kit’s pulse quickened, his muscles tensing as Ambrose closed the distance between them, the air between them tight with tension.

"I’m not playing games," Ambrose said, his voice low and gravelly, each word heavy with meaning. "This is about survival."

Kit swallowed hard, his throat dry, his eyes narrowing as he forced himself to meet Ambrose’s gaze. "Survival?" he scoffed, his voice hoarse, barely masking the fear that coiled deep in his gut. "Is that what you call this?"

Ambrose’s lips twitched into a smirk, but there was no humour behind it—only something dark, something primal. "You have no idea what’s coming," he said, his voice a quiet threat. "I’ve sacrificed everything for this. For you."

Kit’s heart stuttered in his chest, his breath catching as Ambrose’s words hung in the air between them. The weight of the night pressed down on him, suffocating, the twisted bond between them thrumming like a live wire. He wanted to push Ambrose away, to demand answers, but his body felt sluggish, weighed down by the lingering effects of whatever had been in his drink. His mind raced, but his limbs were slow to follow, like moving through water.

"You don’t get it, do you?" Ambrose’s voice cut through the silence like a blade, sharp and dangerous. He stepped closer, his presence looming, filling the small space with a suffocating intensity. "This isn’t about what you want."

Kit’s breath hitched as Ambrose’s hand shot out, gripping his shoulder with a force that was both possessive and commanding. Kit’s body tensed instinctively, his muscles locking as Ambrose shoved him backward. His legs hit the edge of the bed, and he collapsed onto it with a grunt, the suddenness of the action stealing the air from his lungs.

The mattress creaked beneath him, the springs groaning in protest as Ambrose followed, his movements fluid and predatory. He climbed onto the bed with a grace that belied the danger simmering just beneath the surface, his knees pressing into the mattress on either side of Kit’s hips.

Kit’s pulse spiked, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as Ambrose’s hands found his wrists, pinning them to the bed with a strength that made Kit’s heart race. The heat of Ambrose’s body pressed down on him, their faces inches apart, and Kit could feel the weight of his gaze, intense and unyielding.

"You don’t understand how far I’m willing to go," Ambrose murmured, his voice low and rough, vibrating with a dangerous edge. His eyes bore into Kit’s, filled with something raw and unrelenting—something that made Kit’s stomach twist with a mix of fear and something darker, something he was too afraid to name.

Kit’s mind screamed at him to fight back, to push Ambrose away, but his body felt frozen, trapped under the weight of Ambrose’s gaze and the suffocating tension that crackled between them. Panic curled in his gut, but he forced it down, glaring up at Ambrose with as much defiance as he could muster.

"Let me go," Kit hissed through gritted teeth, his voice tight with frustration and fear. "You can’t just—"

"I can," Ambrose interrupted, his grip tightening on Kit’s wrists. His tone was a quiet, dangerous promise. "And I will."

The room felt impossibly small, the air thick with the weight of unspoken words and the suffocating tension that hung between them. Kit’s chest heaved with shallow breaths, his mind spinning as he tried to make sense of the situation, of the weight behind Ambrose’s words, of the twisted bond that seemed to pull them together despite everything.

"I don’t want your sacrifices," Kit spat, his voice hoarse, barely holding onto the thread of his defiance. "I don’t need them."

Ambrose’s lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl. His fingers flexed around Kit’s wrists, his grip firm and unrelenting. "You don’t know what you need. Not yet."

With a sudden, violent motion, Ambrose leaned down, his breath hot against Kit’s ear. "But you will."

Kit’s heart raced, the sound of it pounding in his ears. Ambrose’s words sent a shiver down his spine, and for a moment, he couldn’t tell if it was fear or something darker, something he was too afraid to admit. His mind screamed at him to fight, to break free, but his body felt sluggish, the weight of Ambrose’s presence pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket.

Ambrose pulled back just enough to meet Kit’s gaze again, his eyes burning with a fierce, unrelenting intensity. "Fight me all you want," he said, his voice low and deliberate, each word a dark promise. "But I’m not letting you go."

Kit’s chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, his mind spinning, the weight of Ambrose’s words settling over him like a leaden cloak. He wanted to scream, to demand answers, to push Ambrose away—but something in Ambrose’s gaze held him captive, something he wasn’t sure he could escape from, no matter how much he tried.

And deep down, despite the fear that churned in his gut, a small part of him wondered if Ambrose was right.

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platonic yandere! Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario

Warnings: aged-up! reader [in early to late twenties], ooc, overprotective! Alastor, possessive behavior, stalking, knowledge based on the six episodes of the 2024 season.

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Hey guys, welcome back to another Hazbin Hotel fic, starring Hell's one and only Radio Demon, Alastor and his little darling!

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Tomorrow was your turn for Show and Tell. 

According to Charlie’s lesson plan, it is an activity where your interests and stories are shared with a group of people. But you did not know what you could share with everyone. 

They know why you are here at the hotel. 

They know you were ex-military. 

They know you have prosthetic arms after you lost them in the war. 

They know you were an Auto Memory Doll for the Lieutenant’s company.

They know many things about you…what is else there to talk about? You had thought long and hard but nothing came to mind. Your Remington typewriter is only used for work. The only ones who would even be remotely interested in its history were Alastor and Sir Pentious. Including your nightgown and tool kit to fix your hands, there is nothing else in the hotel that is under your possession except for a crimson parasol that the Alastor had gifted to you.

That was when you remembered something. A difficult man who lived by a lake. A man who struggled to write his next play until he asked you to take the pale blue parasol and….

You could show them that. However, there is no lake around the Pride Ring. The closest thing to an ocean was in another ring. Nor is there one here at the hotel because it stood on top of a hill. Yet…there is someone who is capable of conjuring something like that with a snap of his fingers. The Radio Demon.

Would he actually hear your request or simply say ‘no’ with a boisterous laugh was another question entirely. Your redemption was on the line here….at this point….you might have to make a deal with him after all. So you sought him out in his radio station in the hotel’s west wing. You had heard from Niffty that he was planning a special show this evening to celebrate his return. When you knocked on the door, he called to see who is the delightful visitor who has come to see him when he is quite busy at the moment. 

“It’s me, sir.” You said. “Permission to enter?” You asked. Some habits were difficult to forget, especially when in the presence of a cannibal gentleman, as Vaggie has referred to Alastor. In the nicest way possible. 

You only heard silence on the other side of the door. Assuming that he was not in the mood or struck speechless at the absurdity of your idea, you spoke again. “My apologies, Alastor. I didn't mean to disturb you. I will see you at dinner.”

 You took a step away from the door, bowing your head. “I wish you good luck with your radio broadcast.” You turned around, grabbing the wrought-iron railing leading back down to the main floor with your gloved hand. You only took one step when the door leading to Alastor’s office swung open. You looked over your shoulder and saw Alastor leaning out of the doorway, wearing a wide grin as his bright red irises locked onto your gaze. “I’m sorry to disturb you,” You began. “I’ll ask Charlie if I could do something else for my Show and Tell presentation -”

“Nonsense, my dear!” He exclaimed. You watched his lanky form dissipate into wispy darkness, slithering across the floor and beneath your feet. Your mouth opened to interject that it was truly all right, but your body was not listening. Instead of leaving the Radio Demon to his work, you walked back up the stairs and straight into Alastor’s office. But you were not in control of your body. It had moved on its own. 

 The door closed behind you with a loud click, and you were seated on a couch adjacent to what appeared to be the soundboard. A shadow crawling out from the sleek wooden floor and up the golden bear of the furniture, twisting and writhing until he appeared by your side. “I didn’t know you could do that.” You said finally.

“Oh, I can do many things, darling~!” He said, leaning forward. “And do not fret over my listeners, they will get their daily dose of perfection as promised~! Now then, how can I help you?” 

“I have an idea.” You replied. You then went on to explain what you wanted to do…but you were not sure if it could be pulled off.  You clasped your gloved hands together, squeezing them in your lap. “Please be honest…is it possible for you to do this for me? I am willing to make a deal with you. Not for my soul because it is not worth anything to someone of your caliber as an overlord…but I am willing to do a favor for you.” 

He stared at you for a long moment, still smiling as he tilted his head to one side. A high-pitched static noise bounced off of the walls till silence filled the room again. 

“In the first place my dear there is no such thing as an unworthy soul, though I could name a few individuals. Certainly not yours. However, I will agree that granting this favor for your soul is asking for too much for something too little. Instead, let’s do a simple deal. Quid pro quo, if you will~! I do this for you, and you will help me as I host my radio show. Bringing me food and water, screening phone calls, the basics. Your choice. And~! Before we agree to this, I must be the one to see this little presentation first. Not even Charlie will see it. It will ruin the fun~!” He held out his hand, green smoke twirling around his gloved fingers. “Do we have a deal?”

You glanced down at his hand, then back at his face before raising your own to your mouth. Tugging the leather glove off your teeth, it fell into your lap. You extended your hand, the dim lights bouncing off of your adamantine skeletal fingers as you gently placed them into his open palm. You looked back at him. “Is this acceptable?” You asked. “Our hands being like this instead of a handshake. I do not want to push any more boundaries or waste your time further.” 

Alastor looked down at your hands with a stupefied expression before he hummed, taking your mechanical wrist, holding your hand up and then….folding your hand over his own.

 “If you want to make this deal official, both parties must shake hands on it. Finger tapping doesn’t count~!” 

You watched the same green smoke from earlier envelop your intertwined hands, shifting into tiny skulls that circled around and around before disappearing entirely. The deal is made. You thought. Then you wondered, why is he still holding your hand? 

You looked at him. “Sir?”

“Hm? Oh, my apologies~!” He quickly withdrew his hand, standing up from the couch. You followed suit, confused a little at his sudden actions. 

“Now, let’s get started~!” He snapped his fingers again, and the vintage wallpaper of the radio station disappeared, replaced with the open, crimson skies of the Pride Ring. Looking around, you saw that the two of you were standing outside of the hotel. “So…you want to put the ‘lake’ here,” He said, pointing at the open space of the hill going down towards the city. “And you will be using a parasol while…performing this stunt?” 

“Yes.” You said. Then you realized that you did not have your own on hand. “It will…make it difficult to perform without it.”  And it was how Olive made it home after she had slayed the monster. To return to her father, whom she loved the most in the whole world.

“Fair enough.” Alastor said. “An act can’t be completed without the necessary prompts~!” 

You speculated that him snapping his fingers is either something he enjoyed immensely or it was just how he conjured his powers that were not affiliated with his manipulation of the shadows. You have come to this conclusion after careful observation of him, and your parasol quite literally popped out of thin air and in your hands suddenly. 

“Thank you.” You opened the parasol carefully, raising it over your head and now focused entirely on the space where the lake is supposed to be. Alastor hummed, and with the fourth snap of fingers, a foggy and inky body of water appeared several feet from both of you. Then he disappeared, his shadows slithering to the other side. He was ready. But were you? Yes. Yes, you were.

You stared at the water for a moment before taking three steps back, digging the heel of your boots into the ground. You bent your knees.

Then you took off.

Alastor thought you were a sweet little darling. Despite being insightful and a quick learner, however, you were oblivious to the signs of someone who takes an interest in you romantically. But he does not dare think that sending random gifts to the hotel, stalking someone through the cameras around the city whenever you leave the hotel for work or to run errands for Charlie, or even trying to ‘coincidentally’ mention your name and antagonize him on his broadcast  qualifies. Alastor knows that Vox is doing it. He knows why, because the clout video podcast is bold to assume that you are his lover, the Radio Demon’s lover. 

Ha! No. Not at all. You were simply someone who entertained him and needed protection from licentious fellows who would not hesitate to take advantage of your innocence and ensnare you in a contract. That will not happen. So unless Vox wants to make an appearance on his broadcast as a new voice for all of Hell to hear, the fucking egoistical piece of shit had better keep his distance. 

But imagine his surprise when you approached him for help. You, the person who would rather try to figure everything out on your own! Why, he was delighted~! 

Granted it was for one of Charlie’s silly exercises, yet how could he not take advantage of this opportunity to get to know his darling a little bit more? So he offered a deal with you, listing the terms and the two of you shook on it…though he had to put your hand around his in a handshake. You were still wary of him, no doubt, and knew he did not like being touched. Suppose there was a benefit of working under Rosie as her secretary in his absence. 

No doubt she told stories about you as much as she told him about you. She would go on about how efficient you were, how you always showed up on time and dressed appropriately as per the rules of the Cannibal Colony, etc. Why, she told him so much about you that he had been curious to meet you~! 

And he was not disappointed. 

Now, as he watched you gracefully leap across the murky lake he had conjured, the parasol held high over your head in your gloved hand, Alastor was spellbound at the sight. His smile grew wider, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. But he refused to allow himself to get dirty again and pay another visit to the tailor; that was why he kept several feet away from the water, and he chose not to appear on the opposite side of the lake, as much as he’d like to. Oh well, there was always next time.

You had almost slipped, however, when your back foot began to loose traction on the water.

Well…nothing wrong with providing a little assistance, as far as he is aware of.  

He summoned a tentacle from beneath the lake with a wave of his hand, letting you use it as leverage to bolster your speed and give you the stability needed to make one final leap to the opposite side. And you did, much to his delight and yours. When you smiled brightly at him….well, he was very pleased. He had just witnessed a new expression that he was quite sure no one else has seen since your arrival at the hotel. He chuckled darkly. He watched you walk back to him, face flushed, still clutching the parasol in one hand and the other one raising your skirt so that you wouldn’t tumble over your feet. 

My, my, you truly are a fascinating soul.” He remarked, a hint of ominous delight in his voice. He had no doubt that you will dazzle everyone with your performance tomorrow and with his help. Afterwards…well, there will be no way for Vox to interfere. Oh, this was going to be entertaining. 

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"I'm so jealous of you, I wish I had a stalker." is the female equivalent of seeing a little boy groomed by a conventionally attractive woman and going "Lucky Kid..."

Horrortober Day 16 - Spell

I'm a little late today ^^ I had an internal argument about the character

Well, I decided to go with Barbatos from Obey me! A yandere Barbatos x Reader, basically

Horrortober Challenge by @yandere-sins and @pastelbirb

Tw: implied stalking; kidnapping

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➤ Day 16: Spell “It’s like you put a spell on me.” | Make your drawing magical!

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He was so … polite when you first met him.

He visited the café you worked at with two other men and had asked for the person who had made the cake. You were about to leave when your colleague came to find you and told you all about the customer. When you went to the front and introduced yourself as the person responsible for all the cakes and other sweets that were sold he showered you with compliments.

Introducing himself as Barbatos, he asked you about the cake and later about your job in particular. You told him that you were a confectioner and all you could about the cake - except for the details you had changed in the recipe. It would still come out well if he wanted to make one himself just not exactly like yours.

He was very nice and easy to talk to but it didn’t escape your notice that his two friends were watching with great interest as he kept on talking to you. “Never thought he could be such a chatterbox,” the raven haired one quietly said to the redhead. So, it seemed he was normally more quiet.

It didn’t matter much to you, after all, you’ll probably never talk to him again. Still, it was a nice conversation so a smile came naturally to your face and you stayed quite a bit longer than normal.

Life went on like usual after that day until one day your colleague asked you to come up front again. To your great surprise you were greeted by Barbatos once more.

“I tried to bake your cake. It came out great but … not exactly like yours,” he admitted kinda sheepishly. It was actually really cute. “Yeah, that’s just because I don’t make it exactly like the original recipe wants you to, but if I told my little secret to our customers then who’d come here to buy anything?” “Ah, I understand.” He smiled sweetly and you happily smiled at him in return. He really was a nice guy, even though you didn’t know much about him.

The next time you met him was by chance. You were on vacation and just strolled through town a little looking at the window displays of the shops when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Needless to say that you were quite surprised to see him standing behind you as you turned but you soon had forgotten about that as he engaged you in a lively conversation. He was so easy to talk to and pretty soon you found yourself on a bench in the quiet part of the park talking to him.

Nothing special. At first you had talked about the day - what you were doing and that kinda stuff - and then a little more about cakes. Then the topic shifted a little to be about what he was doing - seemed he was some kind of butler.

“It was really cute seeing you the other day. You were on the playground with a little child.” “Well, yes. I was looking after my nephew.” That was weird. You were sure there were no other people around that day. Barbatos seemed to catch on to your sudden discomfort and changed the topic.

“You know, it is really bewitching.” “Bewitching? What is?” That sudden remark caused you to smile a little in confusion. He smiled back at you. “Your smile is. It’s like you put a spell on me.” Your expression went blank and you shifted in your seat causing him to raise a brow in question. It wasn’t even two months ago when you broke up with your last partner in a very unpleasant way, so you didn’t really like the way this conversation was going.

“It was really nice meeting you again, Barbatos. I gotta go now.” As abruptly as you stood up you didn’t notice his expression changing. What you did notice was when he caught your wrist to stop you from leaving. “I’m sorry Barbatos but I really have to go now.” When he looked up at you he had a polite smile on his face that didn’t give away his real emotions. “It’s so nice hearing you say my name.” Startled, you looked at him. He was right. It was the first time you had actually used his name. “Could … could you let go of me now?” “Can you say it again?” His expression remained unreadable. “Barbatos” you said, pulling your arm to remind him of your request but he didn’t let go.

“You know, I wanted to be patient but coming here isn’t that easy for me and I can’t leave my Lord Diavolo all to himself over a prolonged period of time …” He seemed to think about something while you stared at him confused. What was he even talking about?

“Yes,” he finally said “I think it’s best if I just take you with me. Then you can just show me how you’ve changed the recipe of your cakes.”

You stared at him in confusion that soon turned to pure horror when his appearance changed in front of you: Somehow he suddenly had strange bone like wings attached to his head but what caught your attention more was the split tail loosely wrapping around your waist.

Terrified you tried to get out of his grib yet even though he wasn’t holding you with much force you couldn’t get his hand to open no matter what you did. Barbatos continued to smile at you and even tried to calm you down a little but you didn’t want to be calmed down. Breathing way too fast you still tried to get your hand out of his hold until you felt too dizzy to continue your struggle. Barbatos easily caught you once your legs gave way.

“Don’t worry, (y/n). You’ll like it.” That was the last you heard before you blacked out.

He was so polite when you first met him.

How could you have been so wrong?

Loving the idea of being obsessed over, like I'M ur hyperfixation, I'm ur special interest awe <3

I don't care that spooky season is over I want a scary obsessive slasher boyfriend who will kill a boy for so much as looking at me YEAR ROUND

I don't have a dead dove OC lore in my mind currently but I'd love to hear about yours!

okay, i'd like to give some preemptive content warnings for: stepcest/pseudocest, stalking, emotional abuse, sexual abuse, gaslighting, major character death, and attempted suicide. please note that this story is a work in progress, so i haven't yet figured out every detail and much of this information is subject to change.

touma is the one who steps up to help akemi work through her grief over losing her biological mom. the pair get to know each other better over the following weeks and months and develop a close bond before eventually confessing to each other and pursuing a romantic relationship behind their parents' backs. at first, the relationship is almost idyllic. touma takes akemi on after-school dates, buys her plushies and other small gifts, promises to protect her and keep her safe, and just generally dotes on her as both his girlfriend and his little sister. but then akemi begins to notice small items disappearing from her room — a notebook here, a bracelet there, an eraser off her desk. her phone doesn't go missing, but she does find it in a different place than she'd left it. her friends are more distant, making less and less of an effort to include her in activities and conversation.

the story i'm writing is called the red spider lily blooms before dawn (ヒガンバナは夜明け前に咲く, lit. higanbana wa yoake mae ni saku) and the idea behind it is that it starts off as your typical unassuming tropey high school shoujo romance fare, but gradually turns into a psychological horror, similar to doki doki literature club. our protagonist, akemi niratani (韮谷曙美), fits the archetype of the shy, naïve, airheaded female shoujo lead to a t. she loves bunnies and all things cute and pink and she has a crush on her popular, charming, charismatic senpai, touma higa (比嘉灯守). akemi's parents are separated, so she lives with her mom full-time, but at the beginning of the story, something happens to her mom that results in her death, forcing akemi to move back in with her dad, who lives in a different prefecture. her dad introduces her to his new wife, who just so happens to be touma's mom.

one day, akemi gets paired up with her classmate, seiji kikumi (菊実誠士), for an assignment. at first, she's intimidated by him due to his delinquent appearance, abrasive demeanor, and the rumor that he gets into a lot of fights (hence why he always comes to school all bandaged up), but she soon realizes that the rumors are baseless and he's actually a kind, patient, upstanding guy with a good sense of humor, albeit a distrust for authority, and all that's beneath those bandages are cat scratches. he attempts to warn her about touma, telling her not to get caught alone with her boyfriend and to lock her bedroom door to prevent him from rummaging through her belongings. akemi wonders how on earth seiji could possibly know she and touma are dating, since they haven't gone public with their relationship yet, but seiji refuses to elaborate.

unbeknownst to the two of them, however, touma was eavesdropping on their conversation and he doesn't like how close they're getting or the ideas that seiji is implanting into akemi's mind. akemi and touma's parents won't be home tonight, giving them free reign of the house, so touma suggests that they have a sleepover in his room, to which akemi agrees. they go on a convenience store run and buy cup yakisoba, potato chips, popcorn, candy, and juice before coming home. touma lets akemi take her bath and change into her pajamas first, then puts on her favorite cartoon while he goes to take his own bath, but conveniently forgets to bring a change of clothes into the bathroom and also conveniently forgets akemi is in his room when he goes to grab them while wearing nothing but a towel. he then decides to take the opportunity to show akemi “something boyfriends and girlfriends do to show their love for each other.” he explains to her that she should have listened to him and not gotten so comfy with another guy, but it's okay — he'll just have to drill it into her mind. this is for her own good; she'll realize that soon enough.

from that point forward, akemi's brain chemistry is irreversibly altered. no longer as bright-eyed or bushy-tailed as she once was, she convinces herself that what touma did was just a one-off — that he just wasn't feeling like himself that day, that he didn't mean to hurt her and they could go back to the way things were before and never speak of it again. how wrong she was. the sexual abuse becomes recurrent from then on, touma taking all of his frustrations out on akemi and akemi dissociating each time it happens, retreating back into her mind to protect herself from further trauma, after which touma always apologizes for hurting her, tells her he loves her, and showers her with gifts and affection, leading her to develop a codependency on him. by now, she feels completely isolated from her friends and peers, and she has no frame of reference for what a healthy relationship is supposed to look like, since she's never been in one before.

this is the point at which there's a massive gap in the story where i'm not sure what direction i want to take it in. all i know is that akemi will eventually find out that seiji and touma have some sort of history — maybe touma dated or had a crush on seiji's sister in the past? — which is how seiji knows about touma's yandere tendencies, and seiji tried to go to school administration and tell them what happened, but no serious disciplinary action was taken and the event was brushed under the rug because in their eyes, touma was a young man with a promising future who didn't deserve to have his life ruined by one incident, or perhaps their line of thinking was moreso along the lines that it would reflect badly on the school if word got out that one of its top students had sexually harassed, stalked, or even assaulted one of his classmates (like i said, i don't have all the specifics worked out quite yet). akemi will also learn that touma was the one responsible for spreading those rumors about seiji, so seiji decided to embrace his delinquent image because it was easier than trying to combat it and neither he, nor his family had the financial means to sue the school.

in the end, touma dies protecting akemi (from what, exactly, i'm not sure). having already lost her mom and now her boyfriend, akemi attempts suicide, unable to imagine life without him. her attempt fails and she's rushed to the hospital. that's the point at which her dad and stepmom realize how dire her mental state has gotten and that they haven't been nearly present enough in her life. after making a full recovery, she's enrolled in regular mandatory therapy sessions, where she begins to deconstruct and come to terms with the abuse in addition to her own grief. the process is arduous and non-linear and akemi probably relapses a few times along the way, but she ultimately perseveres, and in the future, she marries seiji.

my ideal medium for this story would be a webcomic, kinda like killing stalking, but unfortunately, i'm not a very good artist. just know that the characters look more or less the same as they did in the picrews i showed before except the ties and bowtie have a diagonal stripe pattern, seiji has more than one bandage, akemi's hair is shorter (falling just below shoulder length), and her hairclips look more like this:

and as a bonus, i'll tell you what each of the three main characters' names mean!

akemi niratani

韮 (nira) — perennial plant of the lily family ¹

谷 (tani) — valley, ravine ²

曙 (ake) — dawn, daybreak, sunrise

美 (mi) — beautiful

touma higa ³

比 (hi) — compare, learn, favor

嘉 (ga) — praise, auspicious, excellent

灯 (tou) — light, fire

守 (ma) — protect, defend, observe, caretaker

seiji kikumi

菊 (kiku) — chrysanthemum ⁴

実 (mi) — fruit, reality, truth

誠 (sei) — sincerity, honesty

士 (ji) — samurai, warrior, gentleman

[1] in the language of flowers, white lilies symbolize innocence and purity.

[2] the literal meaning of this kanji is valley or ravine, but it can also be read as, “to reach a point of no return.”

[3] the name "higa" is a bit of a play on words, as "higan" is the japanese word for the buddhist idea of "the other shore" and higanbana, or red spider lilies, symbolize death. also worth noting is that higanbana are toxic to both humans and animals and there's a superstition that if you bring one into your house, it will burn down.

[4] chrysanthemums symbolize longevity and rejuvenation.

i pulled these names off of japanese-names.info, so i really hope the definitions are accurate, but if not, feel free to correct me or offer alternatives!

Honesty nurodivergent people could have a stalker and never notice.

Something goes missing you just misplaced it.

You won't catch staring because you zone out "too".

You came read social cues so you don't notice strange behavior.

We need to talk about ghosttothefuture

cw/tw: stalking, racism, abuse

In the past I’ve talked about situations where I saw myself as a victim and blamed the people who rejected me because of my own behavior. In the present we’re doing something different.

This is a user named Ghost to the Future. Throughout the post I will be referring to him as Alex.

Since August of 2023, Alex and I have been friends as we shared a lot of Intergang ideas and later I would eventually help him overcome his insecurities and irl issues… or so I thought. Since Valentine’s Day, I stuck by him and tried to help him on a journey of improvement as he confessed to me that he was jealous of me talking to people that I’ve known for 2 years now because he wanted me all to himself when he needed to vent. I’ve tried multiple things such as exercises where he couldn’t DM me, cracked down on limiting the venting and most of all, trying to get him a therapist. I even talked to my own therapist and school about how I can get him the help he needed. It wasn’t just “get him a therapist so he could stop venting to someone who wasn’t qualified to handle it,” he actively hurt and pushed away my friends when they tried to help him themselves. Since August of 2023, Alex and I have been friends as we shared a lot of Intergang ideas and later I would eventually help him overcome his insecurities and irl issues… or so I thought. Since Valentine’s Day, I stuck by him and tried to help him on a journey of improvement as he confessed to me that he was jealous of me talking to people that I’ve known for 2 years now because he wanted me all to himself when he needed to vent. I’ve tried multiple things such as exercises where he couldn’t DM me, cracked down on limiting the venting and most of all, trying to get him a therapist. I even talked to my own therapist and school about how I can get him the help he needed. It wasn’t just “get him a therapist so he could stop venting to someone who wasn’t qualified to handle it,” he actively hurt and pushed away my friends when they tried to help him themselves. For the sake of their privacy I will be censoring the names of my friends.

But eventually he told me that he’d get a therapist and during those weeks he told me about talking to him and even shared me advice that the therapist gave him and I thought we were on the right track. Then on March 26th, 2024, he confessed that he lied about it.

He admitted to lying about it and told everyone that he was toxic and manipulative. Minutes after this I blocked him and told him that someday we’d be able to talk again. Hopefully we could move on.

Then the day after he started spamming my email after I refunded him for a commission I never got to. He told me that he was getting help but he also asked me to unblock him and told me that I was the only person he hurt. We’ll be getting back to that in a bit. Make of these what you will.

To add insult to injury, he started stalking my Tumblr yesterday when he commented on one of my posts after I blocked him on Discord.

We’ll get back to the stalker part at the end because it is truly fucked but for now let’s tear into how he’s hurt my friends! Not all of this will be complimented by screenshots but I’ve talked with people and can confirm that all of this has happened, if you want evidence of it I’ll see what I can do.

He has constantly pushed my friends away after they have tried helping him out.

He has lied about watching certain media multiple times, my friends managed to prove this has he lied about watching a show that didn’t even air yet. Most of the time he fails to elaborate on why he loves a piece of art if he hasn’t experienced it or he’ll just sheep other people.

Back in December he complained to me about two of my friends making fun of him only to find out that they were just joking with each other and Alex made a big deal out of nothing.

After trying to set boundaries Alex kept on using the excuse that “we’re equals.”

He harassed one of my friends in DMs for having a Hazbin Hotel pfp at the time.

He makes fun of other people and their interests yet infamously can’t take any jokes towards him at all.

He tried instigating hate in me against my friends when they watched MAWS and didn’t like it.

He said in N word in my friend group, he is white btw. And when one of my friends talked to him about this Alex only constantly apologized and made excuses for why he said it. I have the screenshot of this, I won’t be sharing it in this post so I won’t violate any policies.

This is only scratching the surface of what he’s done to people online has apparently he has a history of changing his username after being rejected from fandoms, one of which included the Owl House and he used as a crutch to excuse a lot of his behavior. Online, he’s dangerous and a chameleon but learning about his irl activity he’s even worse. I won’t go too in depth there but needless to say he insults his friends, is violent towards other kids in his school and has caused a lot of toxic relationships.

And ultimately we get to why I decided to make this post. I told Alex’s friend (who is one of the nicest people I’ve met btw) that is Alex contacted me again then I would call him out. And since yesterday, Alex has not contacted me again… but he tried to. How? By using his friend’s email to message me. The attempt failed but I was alerted of this and furious. Originally I said that I think Alex can improve but he’ll have to do it without me. Now he’s killed his chances. Everything I covered here only scratches the surface of what he’s pulled but in short: cut contact with him for your own safety. If he tries joining more fandoms under this name or a new name, use this post for reference and stop him before he can do more damage. Right now, Alex is a toxic and manipulative person and shouldn’t be in a lot of these public spaces especially when he’s admitted that he is DANGEROUS. Currently his main fandom is My Adventures with Superman so I will be tagging that to get the word out. Please reblog as much as you can to get the word out and let people know about this individual before he gets to them as well. If you’re reading this Alex, you’ve hurt me and too many people for me to just let this slide and if you try contacting me and my friends again, hope you enjoy whatever stupid prizes you get in the future.

Until next time, I wish you guys luck. Stay safe, people.

stalking really is a pretty way to love.

I'm convinced that Taylor Swift was stalking me when she wrote the line "I might as well die it would make no difference" in down bad.