Hear Me Out

A yandere blog where I can dump my thoughts, 18+, while not strictly NSFW there will be elements so no kids, 25 he/him *Asks are Open*

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Heyo

Just a few things before perusing my blog. This is a dark romance/ yandere blog, obviously nothing here will be healthy and not what you should model your relationships with.

Trigger Warnings: Kidnapping, Captivity, restraints, self harm and others, everything will be clearly marked so no worries about surprises.

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This blog revolves around the idea of a dark fantasy where I currently have one unnamed OC and no plans for others currently. While everything is purposefully written in 2nd person, there will be no gender/look/personality attached, this is so anyone can identify with my writing. I do this because as a trans gay man, finding anything that is represented of me is hard and I don’t want to exclude others. If I get enough interest I might open up asks and do requests but until then just reblog/comment and I might make a post.

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Dragon Dad- Lessons

After your moment of weakness you swear to yourself that it will never happen again. But less than two weeks later your horns and wings decide to make their appearance.

If you thought scales erupting from your skin was bad, you really weren’t prepared for the rest. Your head throbbed and burned so badly that you couldn’t move without collapsing in pain.

For the first time in your transformation he didn’t listen when you told him to go away, to not touch you. Instead he cradled you in his arms as the fever burned through you, rocking you as you sobbed and writhed in pain from not just your head but your back as well. He promised that it would be over and you’d be well soon.

In the sea of pain you had one small hope, the way you’re back ached, you knew it would be only a matter of time before you had wings. And once you had wings you could finally escape the cave.

When the your horns and wings burst from your body and the pain had finally subsided you weakly pulled yourself from his arms and to your surprise he allowed it. In fact he seemed in much better spirits after seeing your new form.

He’d been leaving you alone for longer lately and in the time you did your best to work your new wings trying to get them strong enough that you could glide down like you’d seen him do a hundred times before.

When you finally gained enough confidence you stood at the sheer face of the cliff and your stomach twisted. This wasn’t the kind of thing you could fail and try again. You had a single shot.

Closing your eyes you took a few steps back and jumped off the cliff.

For a moment your body tumbled in the air and panic threatened to overwhelm and blind you. You had to grit your teeth and force your wings out, keep the taut, you felt the wind catch you as you glided down relief pouring through every nerve.

Your landing was a bit rough, a few added bruises but you were on the ground. You had escaped the cave. You’d survived. Peels of giddy laughter threatened to burst out of you and you barely managed to keep yourself contained.

In a small bag you pulled out one of the less expensive cloaks you stole, a deep green that would blend in well with the tree tops. A hood large enough to cover your new *features*.

It would be a few days walk to reach your village but you were more than willing to make the journey.

One of the first things you did was scuffing and dirtying the handful of gold coins you’d taken, the ones you had to sift through mountains of coins just for ones that were used in the country and past century.

It was almost painful watching the coins grow dull in your hands. You had to work to unclench your jaw when you handed over the coins for food as well, an angry possessive urge to take them back the minute they left your hands.

The more that time passed the more you found yourself thinking about the nest, and hoard you’d spent the last half year in. The food you’d bought never seemed to be enough to truly satisfy you, and your mind would wonder off to the food He always brought you. The small act of sharing a meal with someone wasn’t something you thought you’d miss.

Every night was worse, since your first initial escape glide you were plagued with dreams of flight. Not in this half shaped form, though, you were a full dragon, not some pedestrian beast with two legs. Flying in those dreams felt as natural and necessary as breathing. A unique joy that being human could never offer.

Worse of all, you were lonely. For months you’d wanted nothing but space and solitude. Exactly the life you’d had before everything happened. But now, you wanted to talk, to ask questions, to learn, from Him of all people. In the late nights while you sat alone on the road in the dark, some part of you would try and convince you to go back. To accept what you were now.

You’d told yourself that once you got to your real home that it would all abate. That the house with your chickens was the home that your body and mind cried out for.

The oddest part was the fact that He never showed up at all. You’d spent the first couple of days tense waiting for his large size to blot out the sun and scoop you up but He never did. It was like he hadn’t cared at all you’d left. Which had stung in an irrational way. He’d had done all of this to you and didn’t care when you left. It almost made everything seem cruel and pointless.

Your former home was, a mess, which you should have expected seeing as it had been abandoned for half a year. Your chickens were long gone by now and the sight of the empty coop now over grown in the grass made your eyes well up. The house, well, it was a hovel if you were completely honest, was in terrible condition. The small roof leak had turned into a third of the roof collapsing into a wet bug infested pile of debris on the floor. It was completely unlivable . Everything inside had been ruined from the elements.

But more than that everything was smaller than you remembered. Had you really been living in such a cramped poorly made house for so long?

You were sitting on your old bed, trying to accept what you needed to do next when a mob of thirty villagers stormed into your home. You stood happy to see them alive but the hope quickly died when they surged toward you chains in their hands.

Now being chained up, your mouth gaged and wings wrapped and immobile. Your former neighbors were collected together talking about the price they could get for dragon parts, your scales, wings, horns, even your organs could fetch thousands of gold pieces, all while you pleaded with them in the corner. You had to admit to yourself that you needed help. You needed to be saved.

He of course had known when you left the nest. He watched you bundle yourself up, kept pace behind you as you travel and retrieved the coins so you so casually threw away and kept his watchful eye as you traveled back to your village. 

He knew that you needed this, that he could offer the world but until you saw it as the only world you could have it was meaningless. He watched as the idiotic villagers made their own death by chaining you up, pleased for an excuse to burn the rest of the pathetic village down.

The group panicked as screams once again broke out against a backdrop of raging fire destroying what was left after the first fire not even a year ago. The roof of the building caught fire and the humans scattered meeting their death when they came outside. The smoke was too thick to see through but it didn’t burn your lungs as it once did. Even the heat of the fire felt like a pleasant warmth.

That’s how he found you, chained among flames that didn’t burn either of you. “My poor dear,” he said as he effortlessly broke the chains that held you captive. He didn’t say anything when you wrapped your arms around him, just pulled you tighter promising he’d never let you go again.

[traumawhomst]

Do I love yanderes who take one look at their darlings and immediately start plotting? Yes of course.

But I also love more slow burn types. One day some random person stumbles in their life and decide against their better judgement to let them stay. Yandere’s who preferred their solitude and peace to anyone’s company. Something they believe so deeply that they don’t even notice how they’ve grown used to you as a part of their routine.

Or yandere’s who are manipulative and see their darling as just a threat that needs to be taken care of. They’ll be nice, maybe even start to cozy up to their darling (their future goal being to fully take them off the playing field by the end). Who slowly come to actually care about someone they’d seen as a pawn become the most important piece besides themselves.

Or in a similar vein yandere’s who go after darlings that they could use as a weapon. Who see their darlings as a means to their end, just a sum of their power. Who take their darling to try and sharpen them into perfect tools. Only when they’ve sharpened them into perfection they realize how much they don’t want anything to happen to them. Their darling has trained for years but never see combat.

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Question for yan dragon dad : He mentioned that he would have to deal with the other dragons if they found out about a hatchling , do the other dragons want to fight the hatchling or like steal them from yan dragon dad

Dragon Dad Lore

Short answer, yes other dragons can potentially steal hatchings but it’s also complicated.

Rambling dragon lore undercut (no spoilers)

Long answer, dragons in this universe (I might make more dragon content with different rules in the future) are very protective and possessive of any and all hatchlings. Dragons in this universe can be killed but don’t age so the oldest are well over 10,000 years old, but dragons yet can only lay an egg every thousand years after they’ve when they become a millennia old. So hatchlings are really rare, and therefore prized. Hatchlings are never really under real threat from adult dragons because of their inherent pricelessness. Even if a dragon found a hatchling they then didn’t wish to raise, if they gave away the hatchling, the adoptive dragon would owe a life debt in exchange. Hatchlings are no joke. So if a dragon found a hatchling that wasn’t being cared for to their standards it’s considered completely reasonable to then murder whatever adult dragon and then take the hatchling for yourself. This is an added problem with eggs they also take around a decade to hatch, and if you leave the egg for even a minute it can be seen as abandonment. Hatchlings only bond with their parents when they hatch out of an egg and thus be dragon eggs are a clean slate for any dragon to bond with. Not that you can’t bond with a hatchling whose parents you’ve murdered but it is time consuming and an unpleasant experience for all involved.

Now if you’ve read all that you might been thinking “ok Whomst but our reader didn’t hatch from an egg, they got fed a magic potion (off camera you hack boo), so how does that play into above dynamics?” To which I say yes very good memory skills go have a cookie.

So, essentially dragons are very similar to humans in that they can be very impatient, and don’t want to wait millennia before having their own hatchlings. They mentally matured at around 200 years and waiting another eight hundred often is displeasing. So, they found a very slight shortcut, an alchemy potion that could not only shape a human body into one of a dragon but also a soul. The only problem is that 1) the ingredients needed are extremely rare, expensive and guarded 2) you need dedicated instruments and equipment made of exactly the correct materials 3) the potion was such a delicate formula that the smallest mistake or flux in external factors would made you start at the beginning again. It took our dragon six hundred years to get an actual useful potion. So if does shave off a few centuries of just laying around and waiting. Also since they are human and aware it makes other dragons less likely to try and take you if you are decently bonded with your parent. So, for first hatchlings most do end going with a human transformation because it’s quicker, less likely to get stolen and also you have an idea of their personality and appearance.

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Computer died (for the second time) and I just lost the last 6 months worth of writing 🫠

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Omg I think it fixed itself?!? I have my computer and writing back 😭

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Computer died (for the second time) and I just lost the last 6 months worth of writing 🫠

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Hero Yandere/ Villain Reader

Heroes should be flexible with their morals and if not that then their plans. The plan had been to take you to prison lock you away from the public where you couldn’t harm anyone. But, well you looked so tiny in the rumble, body battered and bloodied. Really you looked like someone in over their head, really it was surprising that you’d gotten this far.

He stood over you watching your eyes focus and unfocus as your brain tried to process the pain, the screaming, the smell of smoke and burning garbage. You didn’t look like you’d even make it through the night with your injuries. Not with the type of care villains got. You’d be permanently disabled even if you did make it through the night. So he shredded any identifiable parts of your villain outfit and took you to the Hero’s headquarters.

The medical staff knew better than to ask the hero why he’d brought it a ‘civilian’ to be treated and he asked if that mattered when they were actively dying. He watched silently as the began to patch you with supplies that cost more than a house.

He couldn’t let you go after that, all of the time and energy put into saving you, just to rot in prison? No that’d be a waste.

He’d rehabilitate you, make you into the perfect sidekick ready to aid support when needed. But that would be difficult, because he didn’t know you yet past your villainy. Not to mention you’d be so fragile for at least six months, what if you tried escaping or attacking him? Again all that time and money wasted.

His solution was temporary. He’d have one of the telepathic Heroes just create a block on your memories, you wouldn’t remember any of your past villainess intent or motivation. Just to give you time to rest and for him to get to know you. Understand how your mind worked, no one was born bring evil and he was sure he could make you see the light of you gave him a chance. He was just making sure he had the chance.

You woke up in an extremely nice apartment that belonged to most powerful Heroes on this side of the earth with no memories whatsoever. He explained you were a college student, with no family who’d almost been a civilian casualty before he saved you. He’d felt so bad about almost killing you that he personally wanted to see to your recovery.

It was hard to doubt him, but when he had your student ID and years of documentation of your unremarkable life. Still something poked at you, you couldn’t quite put it together yet. Maybe it was the way the nurses looked at him like he was a ticking time bomb. Or the way he shot down every attempt to leave his apartment but either way you were suspicious.

He on the other hand, well he kind of found it adorable if he was honest. Even with your memories locked away you still found some opposition in you, it was charming. The way he placated you was with tools and building supplies, he told you your major was engineering and you seemed to retain a good number of skills even if you didn’t remember how you got them. He’d come home to find you perched working on some gadget completely engrossed for hours.

He found that it was pleasant to have someone to come home to. While he never discussed ‘work’ with you he was happy to chat about little bits of unremarkable news and gossip. While you treated him with suspicion you were also one of the few people who weren’t completely scared of him, it made him feel normal. He also got to practice his homemaking, cooking for you, making his apartment something more than somewhere he slept and showered.

And then his bosses reminded him the entire point of him taking you in was to ‘rehabilitate’ you so they’d have another sidekick. It had only been a few months but he completely did a 180 and said that there was no way you could be a sidekick. You didn’t even have powers! In fact even when you were being a ‘villain’ (he really can’t think of you like that anymore, you were just a kid who got in over their head) you were mainly making weapons, traps, bombs ect. for Villains, really his and your path shouldn’t have crossed. So he compromised and said when you were fully healed then maybe you could start working in the Heroes’ lab and that’d be good enough.

You on the other hand were fully engrossed with trying to prove that something was up with him. You’d be in his care for months and he only let you out to walk in the apartment’s roof garden fully supervised with him. You spent your time trying to make camera and microphone sensors, (you’d tried looking but there was only so much you could do without tearing the apartment to shreds). You couldn’t prove it but every time you tried to escape during while he was gone he’d be extra smothering for the following two weeks.

Another few months passed and you were starting to climb the walls. His reassurance that yes your memories would return, was starting to become more grating each day. You were sick of waiting, sick of living in a place you didn’t know with a person who was more of a jailer than anything.

He and his 'superiors' came to a compromise. You wouldn't be going into field work. No, you be safely tucked away in the base laboratory and engineering wing where you efforts would be utilized and your well being assured. Only a few days a week to start of course, but finally you were able to leave the house on a regular basis.

The ended up strengthening your guys relationship. He was always more than happy to talk about your latest projects, taking your work seriously as your colleagues did. He also made sure to regularly bring you lunch and check in, which before felt suffocating now felt well thought as you had a habit of working for hours on end so focused you forgot to eat. Maybe his attention wasn't as smothering as it felt, maybe you had just been a little stir crazy. You had been really injured after all.

But then you had an odd occurrence at work. You'd gotten used to seeing the odd hero or superhero either in the halls or very occasionally in your part of the building. You'd actually met most of the A list hero's that knew your caretaker, most of them filtered down to get a look at what was consuming so much of his time. You'd gotten used to it.

But one day as you on your way to the cafeteria, a hero brushes you in the hallway and it almost...stings. You brushed it off at the time but after, very slowly your started to get pieces of your memories. It started off with childhood stuff, riding a bike, show and tell, one of you're parents fighting. But you also got other flashes that didn't match up with what was told at all.

Neither you or your super hero knew was that the telepathic hero who'd put the block on your memories in the first place had been growing more and more upset with his own part in it. He'd really believed that it was just supposed to be for a short while and you'd be allowed to live out your life. But the months kept passing, and now he could see you getting closer to the superhero and it was driving him mad. So he broke the seal as gently as he could. He didn't want to overwhelm you so he made the come back slowly. He just hoped that you'd be smart enough not to tell your 'savior' when the came.

Which you didn't, and by the end of the week you remembered everything. You remembered your real life, you dropping out of college to make weapons for villains, your last few years constantly breaking the law. But maybe the worst one was a memory of being grabbed before being thrown through a wall by an all too familiar face.

You'd barely hid all of this from him. Anger and an infuriating sense of hurt that was always just under the surface. You resented the life he'd tried to lie and say was yours, some bright face college kid from a wholesome family in a small town, you wanted to help people, none of it was true. And you hated him for giving you that false sense of security. But most of all you wanted your old life back.

Was it a good life? No it hadn't been, constantly dealing with money issues, injuries from engineering, dealing the shitty villain politics no it wasn't a fun life, but it had been yours and you'd built it with your own grimy hands and you'd be damned if you let it be so easily taken.

You escaped using the built trust and made your way to your old apartment. Not the cute studio near the college filled with plants and textbooks he'd shown you once. No, the shitty two bedroom with a mouse problem, the one with oil stains, and all your beat up tools that you hoarded. You'd only recently remembered it but you desperately needed to go back. To prove that you weren't the person he was trying to build.

You climbed up the fire exit, like you'd done a hundred times before before stopping at your window.

It was completely empty. Stripped of everything you'd spent the last few years built. No clothes, no furniture, no tools, no creations, no personal effects. Like it never existed. Like you never existed.

That’s were He found you, broken on the fire escape just staring at an empty apartment. You demanded answers, why he did any of it.

The worst part was how unfazed he was about your growing distress, he just stood as you ranted about how deranged he was, how he couldn’t just erase you, change your name and take you home like you were a pound dog.

Take you from what? Was his response. From villains who hadn’t cared that you almost died? From the never ending cycle of bills, payment and bills again? From your lack of a social life, no friends, no family, and a future that was going to end poorly no matter what you’d done? That was everything he’d ’took’ from you.

This was a chance to have a better life, a good life, and it was just as real as your old life.

When he was done he handed you your ID he’d given you when you first woke up. The address was unfamiliar but he promised that all of your most important items were there, waiting for you. It wouldn’t be everything of course, the agency had swept up anything too dangerous but the rest was there waiting for you. You just had to leave an empty apartment behind.

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Will you write more about dragon dad?

Yes, a part three is planned, it’s probably going to be the shortest one and the last for now. I might do more dragon characters, I have an idea for a Yandere platonic Dragon/Knight parent set that I really love. But if anyone has any short head cannons like with ‘well what if reader scratched their scales with a rock’ etc, I would be down for doing more of those.

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Would u write more about mermaid yandere?

Currently it’s not at the top of my list, if I did it would probably be a shorter piece about living with the new pod. But if I get an idea that has more plot then it’s very possible. Thank you for the ask!

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2 and 4 ideas! So cool. I need smt with superhero platonic tan and villian reader. Sounds interesting

Thank you 🙏🏻 since your my first ask regarding my post you get the first bit of both! Enjoy!

(Putting it under a readmore in case people want to sit and read it when it’s complete)

Yandere Superhero and Villain Reader

Heroes should be flexible with their morals and if not that then their plans. The plan had been to take you to prison lock you away from the public where you couldn't harm anyone. But, well you looked so tiny in the rumble, body battered and bloodied.

Really you looked like someone in over their head, really it was surprising that you'd gotten this far.

He stood over you watching your eyes focus and unfocus as your brain tried to process the pain, the screaming, the smell of smoke and burning garbage. You didn't look like you'd even make it through the night with your injuries. Not with the type of care villains got. You'd be permanently disabled even if you did make it through the night.

So he shredded any identifiable parts of your villain outfit and took you to the Hero's headquarters.

The medical staff knew better than to ask the hero why he'd brought it a 'civilian' to be treated and he asked if that mattered when they were actively dying. He watched silently as the began to patch you with supplies that cost more than a house.

He couldn’t let you go after that, all of the time and energy put into saving you, just to rot in prison? No that’d be a waste. No he was going to rehabilitate you.

Yandere God with Thief Reader

Most thieves has a tragic story to tell about why they began the profession. Child neglect, parental death, a system that wronged them at every turn, even if you didn't agree with the theft they understood why the person stole.

You on the other hand, had no such justification.

Your parents while weren't perfect did a decently good job at raising you, and while you weren't rich growing up you didn't know hunger. No your reason to steal something was simply because you wanted it. You just loved objects with so much passion that it would stay transfixed in your brain until you could hold it in your grabby mitts.

The items often lost their luster and you'd pawn off what fell out of your favor and left on your merry way off to the next item. This cycle continued for years item after item, town after town, and you loved every second of it.

And then of course you got caught.

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Hey so uh....when are the wings and tail gonna come up for the reader....doubt it's gonna be pleasant time for them

(Also I really like how you gave the reader colored text as soon as they started the transformation that was really clever! I'm imagining their scales are orange bcs of it)

(I totally thought I’d answered this months ago I’m so sorry for the delay.)

They’ll be dealt with in the next chapter though the transformation won’t be as big of a feature as much as what it means for the reader 👀. Though I might do a short 2.5 sort of thing that focuses on that aspect.

Thank you for noticing! I totally didn’t mean to do it on purpose but I love that you made my post better by saying something.

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Ok I am currently in a sort of writing slump so I thought I’d do a quick summaries of what I want to finish and hear y’all’s thoughts.

Angel in the Basement- Fantasy Yan Angel with Nephil reader (with possible sequel with Yan Demon lord)

Sci-fi Yan Superhero (no title yet) with amnesiac villain reader 

Save You- Modern Fantasy Yan Werewolf sire with unaware reader

Fantasy (no title) Yan God with thief reader

[stargirllo]

Medic reader who helps bandage up the emperor during a war, later being called in and delicately treated by the emperor himself more and more and more till one day they wake up and the emperor is cooing over them, treating then like a delicate little thing, little prince/princess/royal

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Choose

Angel

Superhero

Wizard

God

Voting ended onMar 19, 2025

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Something something Yandere King who puts a hit on himself to lure Assassin!Reader close something

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Choose

Angel

Superhero

Wizard

God

Voting ended onMar 19, 2025