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Male Alpha Yandere x Gender Neutral Omega Reader CW: Noncon, public fucking, breeding, knotting, mention of musk, wrestling, mention of bullying, general yandere behavior Word Count: 360 (Super short drabble, please enjoy!)

Imagine you're an omega in college. The college in this realm requires physical education classes for all students no matter their major.

One day the class makes students pair off and wrestle one another. Complete with singlets.

You get paired with the biggest alpha brute, one who often teases and lightly bullies you.

The match is over in an instant, with him pinning you down on your belly. Your skin is touching and his musk is overpowering.

You feel his hot breath on your neck.

Then, in front of everyone, he begins to grind into you. Your body does what biology demands and you produce slick. It seeps through both of your singlets coating his cock.

You try to squirm but he grows and bears down on you with more force until you whimper and go limp.

He moves your singlet so that your hole is exposed and does the same to free his cock.

He plunges it right into you with one smooth motion, his cock squelching lewdly into your depths.

Then he breeds you hard and fast in full view of everyone. Some masturbate openly, others film your predicament, and a few blush and look away. But none helped. It wasn't all that odd for an omega to be taken suddenly.

You couldn't help but cry at the humiliation of being fucked in public. The helplessness of being raped so suddenly. And the embarrassment that came with it feeling so good that you were moaning and moving into his thrusts unwillingly.

After what feels like an eternity the both of you cum and he bites your neck and claims you as his prize. He licks your neck and nuzzles you while you cry on the gym mat, his knot still in you.

When his knot goes down he apologizes that he did that so suddenly, he explains that he had been planning to breed you eventually but the sweat and positioning from wrestling just triggered something primal in him and he could wait no longer…

Then he hushes your protests and carries you, cum still dripping down your legs, to his dorm for rounds 2, 3, 4, and 5.

yandere! m! model ➢ headcanons

warning: violence, stalking, toxic relationships, slight infantilization. sfw, 16+ may interact. reader is gender neutral, referred to as "you", no use of y/n.

romeo wasn't always a beloved model. in fact, he was bullied quite heavily before he got older and grew into his features. as a teenager, he was lanky and awkward, too poor to afford decent clothes, didn't have many friends.

he grew up with a traditional, pretty conservative italian-american family. after his parents' divorce, his dad was never really in the picture. his mom didn't offer much parental support either, though. she wanted him to be the man of the house, take care of his little brother. and when he tried to come to her about the bullying he faced, she berated him for being so weak.

once, during his sophomore year of high school, two jocks held him down while the girl he had a crush on burned the skin on his stomach. it's faded now, easily covered with makeup, but he can't help but poke at it often, especially when he's stressed. he's never really let it go.

after that day, he decided he'd never let anybody hurt him like that again. he started going to the gym, practicing boxing. got a job out of town to keep himself away from his bullies. between his new physique, his new job supplying money for better clothes, and plain old puberty, he had such a major glow up he was hardly recognizable.

suddenly, all the features he was tormented about made him "unique" or a "rare beauty". it made him quite spiteful, the hypocrisy of it all. he became even more withdrawn than before── no longer out of fear, but out of hatred.

so imagine romeo's surprise when he falls head over heels for you. you were just so precious, so sweet, so perfect. though he rarely shows emotion on his face, the very moment you so much as cross his mind, he melts into a puddle. he can't help but look at you with so much love, like you're his whole world.

but every ounce of softness in his dark gaze evaporates when your attention is turned to anyone else. no one else is worthy of so much as a glance from you. you're too delicate to be handled by just anyone. they'll hurt you, break you, ruin you. he'll do anything to keep others at arm's length from you.

of course, his anger about your interactions with others never falls on you. no, you can do no wrong in his eyes. he'd rather deal with whoever dared to hit on you, be your friend── hell, even talk to you for longer than 5 minutes. and they will be dealt with fast, and harshly.

at least all those years of bullying sure helped him learn to get rid of blood stains

he calls you stellina, meaning little star. you're beautiful, kind, and everything about you seems to glow. he can't imagine a more perfect person. no one else even comes close.

it's funny, models are used to having their picture taken, but once you two are together, he's getting cute little candids on a daily basis.

of course, he's been collecting your photos for much longer than that. but don't you worry about that, mkay?

he wants every room in his house to be filled with evidence of his love for you. he sees nothing wrong with the obsessive nature of his affection. it's the rest of the world who's wrong for trying to tear you two apart! worshipping you any and every way he can is the only correct reaction to his sweet stellina.

as his fame climbs and climbs, he starts doing more interviews and talk show appearances. and somehow, every single time, the audience comes out hearing more about you than himself.

he just can't help it! you consume his every waking thought. you haunt all his dreams. you've taken over every cell within his brain── and he wouldn't have it any other way.

his main love languages are quality time and acts of service. he loves cooking for you, cleaning up for you, getting all your favorite things, bathing you if you'll let him. and as for quality time, it's no secret that he'd rather die than leave your side. if he had it his way, he'd spend the rest of your lives sitting beside you, holding your hand... far away from everyone else.

at the end of the day, he may be the model, but you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Yandere CEO concerned for their otaku darling as they walk into their room, seeing the darkness and the collection of their hyperfixations: "Darling we need to talk..I'm going to turn on the lights."

Yandere CEO: *Turns on lights*

Otaku darling dropping their phone, falling to the floor while squinting their eyes: "HIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

Yandere CEO apologizing while turning off the lights: "Okay, o-okay! Darling, I'm glad you were able to adjust happily into our home...And I'm satisfied with the love you've given me."

Otaku darling crawling onto the bed, grabbing their phone as they look at yandere CEO: "Okay? And what's the problem? Do you need more kisses? Do you want more qualilty time? Wait..I get it. You wanna fuc-"

Yandere CEO: "Nono! It's not that! Though I would like the last part you mentioned.. No darling. Those... things you like..

*Stares at the collection of plushies, body pillows, mini figures, and even the current otome game that plays on their phone*

I ..I don't think I can afford to buy another shelf or expand the room.."

Otaku Darling: "That's okay! I'm fine with what I have! I mean, as long as I have my games and gems-"

Yandere CEO: "Darling..It's 15 hours everyday on the phone. It's been 7 MONTHS, since you've left the house willingly. I know I said before about you never leaving here..But-"

*Stares at darling as they have eyebags under their eyes while they wear a bunch of merch. *

You need to go outside. And no more games, anime, or whatever the heck this is for a MONTH. You need a break."

Otaku darling, devasted as they immediately break down: "NO. NO. NO!! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME?!"

Yandere CEO picking up their otaku closested darling over the shoulder, softly petting their back as they feel their legs kick repeatedly onto their chest: "Sssshh..It's for your own good, it's for your own good..Shhh..."

Otaku Darling: "I LOVED YOU! I'VE DONE EVERYTHING YOU'VE WANTED! WHYYYY?! GIVE ME MY PHONE- THERE'S AN EVENT I'M MISSING- NOOOOOOOO--"

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How the otaku darling moved in with Yan CEO <3

yandere! malewife who is indecisive and can't decide on whether he wants to love or hate (also love, just with insults added instead) you today.

imagine ur cute lil guy that you love going "you're such a horrible spouse i hate you, go die" out of nowhere then you bring up the divorce card and he goes all ballistic

"ugh i hate this. this is the third sandwich I've made for you today and-"

"let's get a divorce."

"if you divorce me i will fuck up your life so bad, manipulate you into thinking that I was the only good thing you had that you have no choice but to get back with me."

like this guy is actually insane. he will not leave you alone and he will actually commit all the atrocities he threatens to do.

"wow this guy looks hot af"

"who? this random on the internet? you like them?"

"yeah this guy is kinda cute ngl"

"why are you looking at him? i will steal his skin and wear it if you keep complimenting him. you only need me. actually, do you want me to look like him? huh? should i start working out? buy a whole new wardrobe? just say yes and I'll do it all for you."

you actually don't know why you married him if he was going to threaten you for every little thing you did. you can't even talk to someone else without him getting all mad and upset. maybe it's cause you secretly like the way he's obsessed over you.

or maybe he's just cute. you'll never know.

what you do know is that you like providing him with what he needs and being the person he relies on. well, tbh, you're pretty sure he's like some secret underground black market trader or something because he gets money from nowhere. money you didn't give him. but you trust what he says. if he says he didn't do it, he probably didn't, right?

"hey honey how come you have 300k more in your bank account? i haven't sent you your monthly allowance."

"i actually harvest people's organs and sell them in the black market."

"...really?"

"no haha just kidding! i just saved up physical cash that you gave me and forgot to put it in until today❤️"

"oh ok"

yeah, you love your malewife 😁👍

painted red.

Requested by @yanderemochii.

High Noon! Khada Jhin

Jhin was known for his swift and graceful manner of moving unbefitting every other gunslinger out there; but, even under his continued tutelage, he always managed to sneak behind you and make you jump – today being no exception.

“Darling, why ever do you look so on edge?“

You shrieked and whirled around, pistol immediately pressed against Jhin’s throat, something that nonetheless came as a surprise to you. Normally you’re unable to get within ten feet of him unless he let you, much less allows you to point your measly gun anywhere close to him. He’d always comment on how terrible your aim was, but even so, to see your master allow you to press your loaded gun against his jugular was a hefty blow to your confidence.

“Sir! I-I didn’t hear you come in…”

“Darling, do you ever? You’ve always lacked in the awareness department.” His southern drawl never matched his manner of speaking, sounding far too posh and uptight despite his reputation as the finest gunslinger in town. If he wasn’t wearing that scarf, you’re certain you’d see a smile which matched his tone – but as far as you’ve heard, no one has seen his face and lived to tell the tale. You weren’t prepared to join those ranks just yet.

“You have such little confidence in me, Master Jhin.” You whined and pushed the pistol into your holster, turning your attention back to your shot glass as he took a seat next to you. 

The bartender nodded at the arrival of your master, immediately pouring a shot, the first always being on the house. Jhin made a sound between a playful hum and a satisfied chuckle as he gingerly grabbed the glass and downed it, a throaty and maniacal laugh working its way up his throat as he finished. He finally turned to you, head playfully tilted to the side in response to your statement.

“I suppose you’re right, little one, but does the fault really lie with me when your abilities clearly seem to regress every time we duel?” He criticized, much to your mortification. You couldn’t even challenge his claims; it’s true you weren’t at your best these past few days, but it was nonetheless embarrassing to hear your teacher say it with such a jovial yet condescending tone.

“Tell me, love,” he nodded as the bar dog poured him another shot. “Is there something on your mind? Quite frankly, your clear relapse in ability is… alarming.”

You chewed on your bottom lip uneasily, unsure if your relationship with him was deep enough to warrant such a conversation. But, at this point, you were at wit’s end; surely it was better to ask his advice.

“I…there’s this fellow that insists on following me home as of late…” You nervously glanced at your teacher, noticing the way his tension was made palpable by your confession. “L-last night, he tried to… force his way into my home, but I-I…I managed to scare him off with a lucky shot to his leg.” Heart pounding wildly against your chest, you nearly teared up recalling the traumatizing experience. That was the first time you’d shot a living target, especially under such duress. “T-that’s why I’ve been so out of sorts, lately. I know it’s not much of an excuse, but I sincerely apologize.”

“…I see.” Jhin nodded, and for a moment, you thought he was agreeing that you were at fault, that you deserved to be harassed like this – you were never a worthy or particularly good student after all, always naive and starry-eyed. It’s a wonder he even took you under his wing. “…You would look so gorgeous painted in their blood.” The sentiment held a sweet undertone despite the way he’d nearly growled it. The air felt much heavier, oxygen levels seemingly lower with the revelation of what he’d said.

“I’ll have to pay the man a visit, if I do say so myself. Should be easy enough to find, I’m sure you landed a particularly wonderful shot on his leg.”

You shot up from your seat, the glasses on the saloon counter clinking with your movement. Saloon patrons briefly halted conversation to throw a glance your way, making you wish you could just disappear right there, before resuming their conversations thinking you were another drunkard. 

Uneasily, you settled back into your seat and turned toward Jhin. “Sir, please I could never bother you with something so trivial.” You could hardly breathe, words and excuses rolling off your tongue before you could think; the sheer thought of being saved like some damsel in distress was far too distasteful to your already shameful image as a gunner. “I can handle myself, sir, I promise I–”

“Darling, don’t be silly. I’m just ensuring that what’s mine stays mine.” He corrected. You stilled, cheeks hot and lips shut, to which he cheerfully hummed – an acknowledgement that you were behaving like any good pet should. “After all, I’m the only one that can kill you.”

Hi could you please do prompt 100 from the yandere list for risotto?

Yes! Thank you for requesting Risotto, I haven´t written anything for him yet!

Hope you like it ^^

100.” I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this, I wanted to do this for so long. “

Yandere! Risotto with prompt 100

“….And finally, Pesci and me will handle the situation with that politician. That was all.”, Prosciutto finished his announcement. It had been time to inform everyone in La Squadra of their new missions for the coming week, so everyone had gathered in the meeting room.

“Are you sure that´s everything? You didn´t miss anything on accident?”, you asked him. It couldn´t happen again. Surely, this time there was a mistake. But Prosciutto only shook his head, throwing a quick glance at the paper in his hands before affirming your fears: “No, y/n, I didn´t make a mistake. That´s all that´s written here.”

As everyone slowly left the room, you were still staying seated, not believing that it had happened again. You once again didn´t get assigned a mission by your capo, Risotto. You just blamed it on coincidence the first few times it had happened, maybe your stand wasn´t suitable for any of your missions. But this was getting ridiculous. For the past 5 times now, you had to stay at the base while everyone else to go on their missions. Well everyone except Risotto, he only rarely went himself, spending most of his time doing mundane paperwork. This just had to end. You didn´t know why he wouldn´t let you go on missions anymore, so you decided to confront him in his office this time.

Standing in front of his door, your swallowed down your nervousness before knocking on the door, asking for a low “Come in” before entering. Your boss was once again sitting at his desk, a mountain of paperwork sitting on it. He looked up when he heard the door open and his face morphed into something that could almost be seen as a smile, at last by his standards. You swear you could never read his face. Before he could open his mouth to ask you what you wanted, you decided to let your frustration take over for your lacking confidence in his presence.

“Capo, I came to talk to you about something important. This is the fifth time in a row that I wasn´t send on any kind of mission. This is ridiculous. Do you think I´m weak, that I´m incapable of taking care of myself?! Please just assign me a mission already, I want to do something!”

“No.” That was all he said. Just a simple “no” without any explanation at all. Of course you weren´t satisfied with his response so you kept pressing on.

“Why not? If you don´t think I´m weak then why won´t you just let me do my job?!”. There was a short moment of silence between the two of you. Enough time to let you calm down from your angry state and realize that you just yelled at your boss. Looking at Risotto now, it seemed like he was internally contemplating something until he caught your gaze.

“Come here.”

Okay now you knew you were in trouble. Why would he ask you to come closer without meaning to punish you in some way? Was he going to use Metallica on you for misbehaving? You couldn´t tell at all from the look on his face, it just looked neutral, emotionless. Not wanting to anger your capo further you took a hesitant stop forward but still kept a respectable amount of distance between the both of you. Risotto now visibly looked a bit annoyed and let out a low sigh. “Closer.”, he just said while waving you over.

Even closer? Now you definitely had a bad feeling about this. You couldn’t deny your boss so you decided to do as he said, now standing directly in front of his desk, almost touching the wooden material as Risotto sat on the other side, carefully eying you. After looking at you some more with his haunting eyes, he raised his arm over the desk, reaching for your hand. A bit confused you just went along with it for now and met his hand in the middle. Letting out a pleased sigh as he claps your outstretched hand with his own, he uses his unoccupied hand to slowly trace over the back of your hand; then sliding it further up your arm with gentle brushes before suddenly tightening his grip on your arm.

“Risotto?”. You couldn´t help but call out his name in confusion and light pain. What was he doing? Why the gentle stroking if he wanted to punish you? What was your boss trying to do? Before you could contemplate his reasoning some more though, he just as suddenly pulled on your arm with great force, causing you to lose your balance and fall forward, now basically laying on top of his desk. You looked up into his eyes, still kind of dazed by what just happened and lightly grunting in pain. Ouch. As you try to gather your thoughts again, your boss leans down, shifting his head so his mouth is positioned right next to your ear, letting out an amused chuckle while still holding on tight to your arm. He then decided to finally speak up.

“The reason I´m not sending you out on missions, amore, is that I don´t want you out there where I can´t see you. I hate it whenever you must leave. You´re very capable, I´m aware of that fact. Otherwise I wouldn´t have chosen you for my team in the first place. But you´re also kind; too kind. I don´t want your kindness to be abused and used against you. I´m the only one that should see this side of you. I´m the only one that deserves to see it. I don´t want you to ever leave my side.”

“Boss, what are you saying? You´re not making any sense..”, you said as you tried to get up but he held you down with overwhelming force.

“Don´t defy me like this y/n. I don´t want to have to hurt you. You don´t want to make me use Metallica on you, do you now? Please make this easier for the both of us and don´t struggle.” Letting his voice drop even lower he proceeded to whisper into your ear.

“I´ve always wanted to see you like this, so close to me…Bending over for me like that. Of course preferably in a different setting.”, He let out a low chuckle.

You of course knew what he was implying and you felt your face flush red in embarrassment.

“You´re so cute amore. You´d like that, wouldn´t you? I´m sure you would. You´ve pledged your eternal loyalty to me, haven´t you? When you joined the hitman team, you pledged to do whatever your capo ordered you to. So now I order you not to run when I lessen my grip. Instead you will simply lift your head and not do anything else. Is that understood? You would do that for me, wouldn´t you darling?”

You were positively shaking now. Was this really happening? What was he planning to do to you?

“What are you going to do to me?”, you dared to ask.

Letting out another chuckle, Risotto answered your question by moving his face dangerously close to yours.

“I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this, I wanted to do this for so long.” And then he leaned in fully, capturing your lips with his own, deeply and passionately kissing you. You didn´t know if you wanted this. But as you tried to break off the kiss you felt a sinking pain in your right leg. Glancing down, you saw a nail protruding from your skin and you let out a cry of pain as you saw blood slowly pooling out of the wound.

“Don´t”, Risotto hissed into the kiss, harshly biting into your lower lip to remind you of who was in charge. You understood what he was trying to say so you accepted your fate and hesitantly reciprocated the kiss while Risotto let his hand caress your cheek approvingly.

You probably wouldn´t leave his office anytime soon.

I know that this is too much to ask, but can you do B, O, and E for yandere killua?

Blood - If they’re extreme, how messy are they willing to get?

Killua is a cold-blooded assassin with a soft spot for those he holds dear. Anyone that doesn’t fall into that category is a potential enemy in his mind.

Blood and gore don’t faze him in the slightest, so he’s willing to get as messy as it takes to instill fear in his enemies.

He would never hurt his darling, however. Spilling her blood might actually be one of his worst fears.

Earnest - How intense are they?

He’s very much a mild yandere. When he’s around his darling or friends, he acts like a normal boy.

However, when Killua gets serious, his bloodlust is practically tangible. Luckily, this anger is never directed at his darling or his friends, but rather at their enemies.

Otherwise, he’s not intense at all towards his darling.  The only exception might be if she betrayed his or his friends’ trust, in which case, he’d get angry at her for once – but not enough to kill or hurt her.

Oppression - How many rights would they take away from you?

Unlike most yanderes, It’s unlikely that Killua would take away any rights from his darling. The thought of confining or kidnapping her might cross his mind at some point, but he’d never carry it out, especially considering what he had to endure during his childhood.

If she got close to him in the first place, Killua probably views her as a valued friend whose trust he wishes to maintain – even at the cost of his life.

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’.

Yay they're open! EGH for Hisoka pretty please? ♡♡

Other alphabet headcanons: Attribute, Stalker, and Xenophobia

Trigger warnings: mentions of violence (torture)

Hisoka Morow

Game - How much do they enjoy watching you run and have a fearful expression?

Oh he loves it, so long as his darling deserves it of course. If she’s been bad, he’ll happily play around with her fear and threaten to mortally wound her.

However, Hisoka isn’t that much of a sadist when it comes to his beloved. If she accepts his affections, all is well. He’ll act as normal as ever around her, though his teasing may get more intense – but he’d never hurt her if it’s not warranted. Don’t get him wrong, although he does have a soft spot for her, he simply doesn’t want to break his toy too soon.

Earnest - Are they intense?

Much like his stalking, Hisoka’s general behavior around his darling isn’t the slightest bit intense. He simply enjoys teasing and playing with his darling. But, a more keen and naturally paranoid darling may find his constant stalking and eccentric personality highly alarming and too intense for their liking.

However, should his darling resist him too much (perhaps by trying to fight him, how cute!) or escape his affections, Hisoka wouldn’t hesitate to get aggressive and intense.

Hell - What would be your worst experience with them?

Now, if his darling does take the path of most resistance, the worst she can expect from him in a few broken bones and poison-laced threats accompanied by a nonchalant yet sadistic smile.

Until he’s certain that his darling will behave afterwards, he’ll constantly threaten tease her with another punishment session.

He doesn’t particularly elicit much pleasure from overtly hurting his beloved like this (as opposed to the immense pleasure hurting others gives him), but he won’t hesitate to use force to keep his love in check. After all, she’s his favorite toy, and toys don’t fight back.

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.

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.”

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.

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.

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.

tw. nsfw.

Akira Fudo 

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

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

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

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

iris: are they passionate?

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

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

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. 

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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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.”