Bloodymary transfem yuri HDG AU. Is this anything?
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Bloodymary transfem yuri HDG AU. Is this anything?
I love that not a single word in that sentence would be legible to my grandma. Language evolution, baby.
Prompt:
Monster Jon interacting with an admirer Martin. Martin, who takes care of his monstrous boyfriend. Martin, who will gladly cuddle in Jon’s wings, who writes poems praising Jon’s many beautiful eyes, who kisses Jon’s scales and promises that Jon is perfect.
Feel free to go dark with this one if you’d like. I think Martin would be such an excellent villain if given the chance. Martin luring people with Statements into the archives, placing them in front of Jon, letting them get drained of their Knowledge until they’re nearly empty husks. Martin working with Elias the other avatars to make sure there are a steady supply of quality Statements- Jon should be well fed, after all.
Fuuuuuck oh my GOD yes. Absolutely. I love everything about this - villain!Martin enthusiastically and especially cosigned.
And everybody already knows how I feel about monster!Jon. This was a lot of pure wish-fulfillment for me.
Found You || Vox x Sinner!Reader
Vox finds his favourite intern again in hell
Warnings/Notes/Tags: Reader knew him when they were alive. Yandere?Vox kinda not rly. Human!Vox parts. Power imbalance some parts. Mentions of sex. Unspecified age gap but implied that it's not a big one. Not proofread
W/C: 4.1k
You were juggling papers and coffee in your arms, trying to get past the herd of people fussing over set. With luck and whatever agility you were gifted, you make it to his desk without spilling the coffee. Vincent Whittman. He was an established weatherman, even in the short time he was here, with the confidence of a television industry veteran. You were the new intern, the mistake of asking an overly busy assistant director that you now worked there. In result, he shoved papers to you and told you to deliver them to the main man himself along with his coffee, demanding you make it yourself as well.
You hand him the papers, watching as he grumble to himself about last minute changes on the paper. He reaches his hand out with a silent request and you hand him his coffee. Your hand brushes against his, causing him to look up at you from his papers. He looks at you with unfamiliarity, before a sly smile grows on his face, "You're new here, aren't you?"
Hot tv man, very sexy.
This is my tumblr sexymansona his name is Sexy Ronald Reagan do you think he will win the contest
Oh yeah baby! Thats the kind of design that inspires some sexy writing:
I grab him by the tie, yanking his face close to mine. “You want my vote, baby boy? You wanna be a good little public servant?” I smirk. “You might’ve been the commander in chief… but I give the commands now. On your knees, mister president.”
Me, searching ao3: okay, but I don’t know if this specific fandom will have fics with this specific kink. My tastes can be a bit unconventional…
Ao3: actually here’s 100 results.
Me: okay let’s fucking go
I really like the idea of Duke being inducted into the Batfam as into a cult. Like, I enjoy imagining him getting lovebombed by Bruce Wayne and then finding out he's been assigned a room in Wayne Manor. Make it kinda creepy, but in an endearing way.
The Batfam are all platonic yanderes, and are completely oblivious to how fucked up their relationships are until Duke is there explaining it.
Steph is an exception. She realizes things are messed up, but doesn’t care enough to confront the issue if it’s benefiting her. She even appreciates the attention sometimes.
“Wow, how did you know what kind of eggs I wanted?” Duke was smiling, trying to hide the fact that something about the bats was terrifying. If anything, they were scarier outside the masks.
“I made a deduction based on your file, Master Duke,” Alfred said. He was sipping tea as he said it.
“My… file?” Duke hadn’t been with the bats for long. He’d heard they made files on crime-related things. He didn’t know those notes extended to ‘favorite breakfast foods’.
“Keeping records helps document changes over time,” Tim noted. “And if there’s cases of impersonation or mind control, it can be rather useful.”
“We’re family,” Dick laughed. “Of course we know a lot about each other ther.
Duke had only been working with the bats for a few months. He just moved into the manor yesterday.
Steph stole a bite of the eggs on Duke’s plate. “Everyone living in this house is a freak. You get used to it.” She winked.
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GLaDOS (Portal)
Morticia Addams (The Addams Family)
Both would electrocute you for sexy reasons. They’d both make you wear a shock collar while going about your daily business, and then the shock collar goes off unexpectedly.
…I think I may have discovered a new one of my kinks.
Honestly can't stop thinking abt yan! Gym teacher dress coding reader
Yan!Gym Teacher: I’m afraid I’ll have to confiscate your jacket. The symbolism is unclear, one could interpret it as a gang sign.
Reader: What? It’s the Yandere Academy emblem…it’s literally my uniform.
Yan!Gym Teacher: I- You know what? I won’t stand for your smartass attitude. My office, now. We’ll be discussing your indecent attire, too.
Yan!Gym Teacher: And hand over the damn jacket already!
[He’ll be keeping it until the smell wears off]
Hope you don’t mind a continuation, because I absolutely adore Yandere School. It’s so funny.
You leave the Gym Teacher’s office, frustrated tears building in your eyes. You try desperately not to cry. How will you be a successful Yandere if you keep crying like this, and not even for your emotional manipulation classes?
Unbeknownst to you, every one of your classmates has seen your tears.
Some of you girls out there are such obvious daughterbait btw. You may think your need for a momma is internal, that it's something you can hide or be subtle about at the very least, but no. When a girl is motherable, it's obvious.
In social situations on your own, you may try to play up your confidence. Do your best to seem sociable, and brave, and independent, but there's always an inescapable need in you that shows through.
The need to be coddled, to have the small of your back rubbed while you talk, to be told you're doing so well at making friends, to have your hair pet and your head held in the quiet moments, to be teased and toyed with when nobody's looking. It's okay baby. Mom knows what you need.
Oh, you want me to write more content? Bow down and beg like a good little pet
Parental yandere vampire!!
TW: Implied neglect, implied abuse, yandere, parental yandere, forced age regression, death of family (not main characters), light violence, kidnapping
If there's any more trigger warnings I should add, let me know!
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The cold gnawed at your bones, breath visible in front of you as you made your way through the thick snowfall. The chill bit into your skin, but you pressed on.
"Monster!" "Witch!" "Cursed!"
Their words echoed in your mind. The entire village thought you were some kind of monster, all because you were different from your peers. You were used to the kind of horrible treatment you received at their hands, and had long since learned not to fight it; no matter what you said, they never listened.
It got lonely never having friends, though. Even the people who weren't scared of you were ridiculed for being seen with you, sometimes even being called a witch just because they associated with you.
Your own family became embarrassed and ashamed by your reputation, to the point where they would go days ignoring your existence.
Sure, you had thought of running away before, but given you had nowhere to go, that'd just be a dumb idea.
Only when you overheard the church speaking of burning you at the stake did you realize just how little you actually had to live for there.
Either way, it seemed like your chances of death were high, so either way, fuck it, right?
You could barely feel your feet beneath you, wading through the snow.
How long have you been walking now? Hours? Days?
It feels like years. You felt tears burn at the edges of your eyes as you tripped over a root, collapsing into the soft cushioning of the snow.
A snarling noise behind you causes you to get back up and run, stumbling blindly and weakly through the snow.
You could barely tell what was going on behind you, but all you knew was that a vicious growl from some sort of animal was definitely not something you should just stand around for.
In the distance, you see a structure, probably the first one you've seen in days.
With some sudden rush of adrenaline, you sprint towards it, almost rolling down the hill leading up to the old building.
The steel gate in front of it makes you curse in frustration, looking up to assess how likely it is you can climb it. Your hands curl into fists around the bars, shaking violently as you pull. Not a chance.
"Help!" you scream, hoping whoever is inside can hear you. "Please!"
When there's no response, you turn back, seeing glowing yellow eyes approaching you. Fear courses through your veins, paralyzing you as you look on in horror. The shadowy beast prowls closer, standing tall on its four paws and staring you down hungrily.
Just as it stalks forward, ready to jump, it pauses. You squeeze your eyes shut and prepare for the inevitable. When the sharp fangs never come sinking into your flesh, you hesitantly crack an eye open. The beast whines and scampers off.
Only when the sound of its footsteps disappear completely does a breathy laugh escape your lips. What a weird twist of fate.
"My goodness! Are you okay?!"
You whip around to see a tall figure with piercing green eyes and long dark brown hair. He's wearing some kind of old-fashioned clothing that looks like it hasn't been touched in centuries.
Before you can say anything, you promptly pass out from exhaustion.
Here's the inverse of the Vox with Celebrity/Streamer! Darling fic! This is where you're the demon influencing Vox >:) First time writing human Vox so I hope you enjoy! I originally finished this but then @okchijt gave me the idea of making Darling a previous entertainment demon... so I added some extra lines in to follow that narrative combined with the one I originally had!
❗️SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL SEASON 2 BELOW❗️
Yandere! Vincent Whittman with Demon! Darling
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Religious themes/Demonic rituals, Deals with demons, Possessive behavior, Murder, Blood, Violence, Jealousy, Mature themes (Mentioned Vox is sleeping with you), Dubious relationship.
What’s kind of fascinating about this is how it plays with the typical dynamics of a Yandere piece.
Uneven power dynamics is a stable to Yandere / dark romance writing. They often rely on the horror of a person being an inescapable force- whether it’s through physical power, wealth, or severe emotional manipulation. Most Yandere pieces have the Yandere exerting near total powers over their darlings life. Maybe the darling is compliant (or forced to be compliant). Maybe they don’t fully understand the situation they’re in, oblivious to the level of control the Yandere has over them. Ultimately, the power dynamic is still there horribly unbalanced in the Yanderes favor.
What’s fundamentally different about this piece is the fact that the reader has total power over their Yandere.
You own his soul. You could order him to stop. There’s nothing he could do that you wouldn’t be able to prevent him from doing.
It’s just very interesting to see how the power dynamic is changed with this piece. It’s truly inspiring. It’s subversive. I love it.
Can I request platonic yandere Vox with prompt T1?
I'm quite surprised by the amount of platonic Vox content I'm getting... But sure! Here's Vox trying to convince you to join The Vees but you've been refusing him. You're a DJ good with tech and that impresses Vox.
Sorry if it's a bit cobbled together. I didn't have a lot to work with but I found something! This is Vox "nurturing" a new Overlord essentially.
Prompt Found Here
Yandere Platonic! Vox Prompt T-1
"We can do this the hard way or the easy way. It's up to you."
Pairing: Platonic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Coercion, Threats, Unhealthy power dynamic, Stalking, Dubious companionship.
Oh no, the Evil TV man has done the evil things! Who could’ve seen this coming?
I legit love this so much. I’ve read it twice, and it hasn’t even been out for more than a day. I have a problem
Author, Your writing inspires me to consider a terrible continuation to your lovely work: featuring depression and drugs. Very depression. Very drugs. You have been warned.
His Last Light (Yandere! Darth Vader x GN! reader)
Summary: The evil Sith Lord Darth Vader gains an interest in an officer after a rare act of kindness.
Warning: Yandere / dark themes. violence, manipulation and power imbalance.
I hope it’s okay. I’m trying to find more ideas but it’s difficult. I missed Vader.
Being an officer of the Empire was not an easy job. The Academy on Coruscant had demanded everything from you, your time, your effort, your home. You had left your planet behind to pursue the uniform, hoping to make your family proud.
But the longer you served, the more you saw. The Empire was not the shining order it claimed to be. Its officers were relics of the Republic or men and women desperate for a steady income. Most starships functioned not through loyalty but through fear.
Especially the one where you were stationed now. The Executor.
The colossal Star Dreadnought was both a rare honor and an immense challenge. Its bridge was similar in design to other destroyers you had trained on, but everything here felt heavier, more advanced, more suffocating.
And then there was the commander of this vessel, the most feared enforcer in the galaxy. Lord Vader.
Whispers of him spread through the crew like a sickness, officers executed without hesitation, subordinates strangled for failure, entire ranks living in quiet terror of his presence. You resolved to do everything possible to avoid his notice.
Your first day had been spent shadowing another officer. He gave you curt instructions, answered your questions, but there was something about him, about all of them, that unsettled you. They moved like ghosts, hollowed out by fear. You swore to yourself you would not become one of them.
You had been raised to believe in cheer, in optimism. A positive outlook could push you through the hardest times. So you carried that light with you, even here, even on the bridge of the most dreadful warship in the galaxy.
You did your work diligently. You smiled. You tried to speak with the others, to spark conversation. Most dismissed you with a glare or a flick of the hand.
And that was when he noticed.
The Sith Lord’s attention was subtle at first, the weight of his gaze pressing on your shoulders, the red lenses fixed on you longer than they should have been. You showed him respect, did your duty, and carried on with your day. But your refusal to let the gloom consume you stirred something deep within him.
He had not felt true kindness since he had been sealed in the black coffin of his suit. Your small courtesies, your polite words, so unremarkable among others, were to him utterly alien.
It was a quiet day when it happened. You were alone on the bridge with only a datapad, poring over the ship’s schematics. His shadow fell across you before you heard him.
That sound. The mechanical breathing, steady, relentless, filling the silence.
You looked up. Darth Vader himself loomed there, crimson eyes locked onto yours.
Your throat tightened, but your voice was clear. “Greetings, Lord Vader!” You saluted.
He did not answer at once. His breathing filled the cavernous bridge, slow and unbroken. Then, in that deep, resonant voice that seemed to split the air itself.
“You are unfamiliar with this vessel.”
Your datapad trembled faintly in your hands. “Yes, sir. I was searching for the communication link, I couldn’t locate it in this layout.”
He turned his head, the heavy helmet angling toward the console in question. He moved with deliberate slowness, as though testing you with the silence that stretched between each sound of his respirator.
Finally, he said simply. “There.”
Relief rushed through you. “Thank you, Lord Vader.”
The words left your lips without hesitation. A genuine smile tugged at your mouth as you looked up at him.
And for the briefest moment, he stilled. It had been decades since anyone had spoken those words to him without fear, without calculation. Your smile lit something long buried within the charred remains of his heart.
From that moment, you were no longer just another officer. You were different.
A blooming flower among the withered.
He admired your courage. Your kindness. And he would not allow it to be crushed.
Vader’s interest revealed itself in subtle ways at first. His gaze lingered. His imposing form drew closer to your station on the bridge more often than coincidence could explain. His presence became constant, a weight you carried with every report and every datapad.
You began to notice how he treated you differently than the others. He listened when you spoke. He tolerated mistakes that would have meant death for anyone else.
Why?
You didn’t know. And you could not know the truth, that behind the lenses, behind the mask, a wicked plan was forming.
Vader would not allow the galaxy to taint you. He would not let innocence be poisoned. He would claim you for himself.
His wrath was legendary. But his interest? His interest was far more dangerous.
The bridge had grown colder in the weeks since his first notice of you. Not in temperature, but in atmosphere. Officers whispered behind closed doors, casting furtive glances at your station. You had assumed it was admiration, or perhaps envy. You began to realize it was fear.
Vader’s presence was omnipresent now. Even when he was not physically on the bridge, you could feel him in every corner, in the hum of the systems, in the subtle shifts of the Star Dreadnought’s rhythm. You began to adjust your behavior automatically, careful not to provoke a reaction, careful to remain always within the parameters he had unconsciously, or deliberately, set for you.
It started small. Extra attention to your reports. Questions that seemed benign, but lingered long enough to measure your reactions. Occasionally, he would appear at your door without announcement, and you would jump at the sound of his respirator, only to find him silently observing, studying, weighing. His approval became a reward more intoxicating than any commendation the Empire could give.
But then the boundary began to shift.
Your meals were subtly controlled, trays left at your quarters contained exactly what he deemed appropriate, as though testing whether you would eat or refuse. Your quarters were “cleaned” with his eyes in mind, no disarray, no trace of chaos that could touch you. Even the officers around you became more cautious, treating you with a combination of reverence and suspicion.
He began speaking in quiet, deliberate tones that no one else heard. Occasionally, at night when you returned to your quarters, a datapad would be waiting with a brief message: “Do not endanger yourself. I am watching.” It was polite, protective… and terrifying.
You noticed, too, the way he would intercept orders or tasks that might place you in danger. Another officer would be reassigned, a mission rerouted, always before you knew you had been at risk. Sometimes you suspected coincidence. Other times, you were sure he had engineered the outcome.
And the looks. Oh, the looks. Behind the mask, behind the crimson lenses, there was an intensity you could feel, fixation that bordered on obsession. When he observed you, it was not curiosity or mere inspection. It was ownership. Possession.
Then came the first moment you realized just how deep his intent ran.
You had been sent to inspect the lower decks, accompanied by two other junior officers. A minor systems failure caused a small explosion near the reactor chamber. Alarms blared. Smoke filled the corridor. Officers panicked.
Vader appeared moments later, seemingly from nowhere, sweeping through the chaos with lethal precision. His attention was immediately on you. He reached for one of the panicked officers who had shouted your name in alarm, and with a flick of the Force, threw him against the bulkhead. The man crumpled silently.
“You are unharmed.” Vader stated, his voice calm, almost tender, yet carrying the weight of threat that could crush entire fleets.
You nodded quickly, swallowing the terror that bubbled in your chest. And for the first time, you truly understood, his devotion was not abstract. It was absolute. Protective. Deadly.
That night, in the quiet of your quarters, you could almost hear him outside your door. The air seemed to carry the weight of his presence. And though fear prickled along your spine, a strange comfort settled in your chest. He would not allow harm to come to you. No one would.
But at what cost?
Vader’s obsession was a shadow over every aspect of your life. You were safe. Safer than you had ever been. But the freedom you once took for granted, the ability to choose, to move, to interact, was slowly being eclipsed by his relentless guardianship.
And you knew, deep down, that once someone captured his attention like this… there was no turning back.
Because Darth Vader always gets what he wants. And he had already decided, you were his.
Look, sometimes I like being the perfect innocent angel who is too pure, and needs to be protected by the evil Yandere man.
I know it was about a year ago when you posted this, but would you have any more ideas about yandere Plastic Man? I just love him sm and can't find any other people who are freaks about him like me 😔
Ah, a fellow Yandere enthusiast!
You mentioned not being able to find other writing. Anxiousnerdwritings has a piece on Plastic Man as does Your-regular-toast-enjoyer. They have a lot of great yandere content, not just their single piece on plastic man.
But of course, you asked for me to write a follow up, and who am I to deny you, my lovely reader?
Yandere Plastic Man x Reader
It's hard for him to stay still for so long. He's trained for it with the justice league, he knows how to ignore the impulse to shift while on an infiltration mission, but it's just so much harder around you.
He tries so very hard to only focus on the positives. He drinks in the sensation of you touching him while it lasts, and whenever he's acting as your clothing, the sensation lasts a long time.
Still, he fantasizes about having more. He imagines a relationship together like something out of an old sitcom. He imagines you greeting him at the door, dinner ready when he gets home, swooning at his flirtatious lines and letting him kiss you over and over again. Of course, he's imagined the roles swapped as well- you coming home and letting him feed you things he's cooked, letting him massage your tensions away.
But it's too soon for all of that. Plastic man is aware that he's not the most popular superhero out there. You'd swoon for superman, but he has to take things slower with you. He's fine with that, of course! You're worth it, you're so very worth it.
Might be a bit generic, but might I request some Jon/Elias with possessive behavior? Elias obsessing over Jon, constantly watching his archivist whenever he can, worshipping Jon’s more monstrous features as they arrive. Elias collaring Jon? Elias being manipulative with his archivist?
I do not care if this is generic, it is my absolute jam. I like this so much and was so inspired that even though I only got this prompt two weeks ago, I am filling it now.
(Sorry in advance if this isn't quite what you asked for, I got carried away. 😭)
I just really like monster!Jon and Elias obsessing over him.
So uh I found a new fandom…
Oh gosh, evil manipulating boss who’s rich and has mind control powers, it’s a combination of things I’m into.
Some very hot work from the author here, I’ve already read it like 3 times.