Could I request yan FACE (seperately) with a coldhearted and emotionless SO who ignores them and insults for every sign of attention?
I went like, HARD on this one and I apologize for exactly how graphic I got.
So some TW: 18+ content, gore, blood, death, yandere stuuuuuff.
a FACE REQUEST?! oh do go on you minx of an anon~
-Francis would be completely out of his fucking mind with this.
-"Mon Cherie I am begging you to just look at me, look me in the eyes. My Darling, please don't be this way" he'd plead at first, wanting you to give him something. Anything. It'd been so long since he's heard your voice.
-"Don't treat me like I'm not here... You're lucky to get this kind of attention from me, all I ask is you give a little back!" He'd finally snap at this point. had it been days? Weeks? Months? Who could tell time anymore?
-Tired of sleeping alone, eating alone, being alone, he'd try many things to get you to understand where he was coming from.
-"You know, not many people ignore me, Darling. It's starting to get old..." 'Like I care'
-To hear your voice again, he'd be so ecstatic. Praising you and the Lord Almighty that his muse was talkin- wtf did you just say?
-"M-My love, you don't have to...be so cruel." He'd look away, digging through his pockets to find a cigarette.
-He'd light that cigarette, and take a long, drawn out drag from it before he twists it into your arms.
-When he finds that you hardly even flinch, he collapsed in on himself, a dying star. If passion can't win, romance will.
-He'd told you a time before, he doesn't like these kinds of games. He explains this to you, as he's unbinding your wrists and legs from their usual chains, unlocking the collar that kept you from thrashing yourself around.
-is this it? Are you finally free?
-once he sees that glimmer in your eyes he smiles and sighs, caressing your weakened body before he puts your head in his hands.
-With that, your corpse falls to the floor, lifeless and broken. He curls up next you, it, your body.
-"Mon Cherie I can't stand to see you that way. That wasn't you. we can be happy now, oui?"
-'Drop dead you piece of shit. I don't want your fucking gifts I want to go HOME.' "C'mon y/n, you won't even give me a chance!" He'd be so whiny. So very whiny.
-If you insulted him he'd find everyway to piss you off even more. For every name hurled his way, he gives you a new, loving one. 'You're the worst!' "I love you more than life itself, honey!" 'You're fucked up!' "Babydoll" 'You're demented!' "my Angel"
-I see Alfred as obsessed and possessive over his Darling, but he can still only take so much before you start to get into his head once the cold shoulder starts. When you stop looking at him he starts becoming terrified.
-He'd try lots of things, from bringing home puppies for you and asking what he had done wrong to you, to holding you down, tears streaming down his tanned cheeks as he slaps you.
-Alfred would become barbaric and like an angry and impulsive child throwing a tantrum. He'd be breathing heavily, cheeks red with angry, blue eyes lacking an remorse as his slaps turn into punches.
-He finds himself hitting you too hard and it doesn't take long for him to be cradling you in his large arms, carrying you to the bath and running the water over you as he Stammers out apology after apology.
-"you just do this to me sometimes, babe, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I didn't mean to hurt you, it was an accident. I love you, I love you, I love you. Please don't be mad I love you so much"
-He pleads as he strips himself down and dunks himself into the bloodied water behind you, holding your naked body to his and sobbing.
-"god I hate myself, you hate me, you hate me so much. I'm such an idiot, I'm sorry, I'm so stupid. Why did you let me get like that, babe?!"
-Why won't you just listen to him? Life would be so perfect if you did. Please just listen to him.
-As you hurled insults his way he would take them all. Standing tall to your shrivelled, cold body, and yet, looking at you with pain written all over his face.
-'You are a plague, Matthew. This is why people don't talk to you, because you are a cancer to this world. A creep. And I can't stand to even look at y-'
-"LOOK AT ME!" He'd bellow out, his voice breaks as he cries out the command. His call left a ringing in your ears.
-Matthew would begin shaking as he approached you, cupping your face between his large hands and squishing. Then he'd begin pulling at your cheeks, opening your mouth by force.
-"Say that you see me, y/n. Say that you know who I am and you're just shaken." He demands this of you, but once he looks into your eyes, he widens his own in shock.
-Mattie presses your forehead to his as you feel your teeth beginning to loose, roots being stretched down in your gums.
-"Don't look at me like you don't see me. I'm right here." He begins pushing on your teeth towards the inside of your mouth. He keeps pushing and pushing until you finally respond with a groan of pain.
-Matthew would release your jaw, and plant little kisses all along the bruises left on your mouth and face
- "Don't keep this up, my Darling." He warns, his voice soft and kind as he nuzzles you into his chest, his body is crushing into yours in a tight embrace.
-"Oh darling, I love you, but please stop yelling at me." He'd say to you, his hand caressing yours as the two of you lay in bed.
-'you're delusional. I can't stand you. Quit calling me Darling, you pig!' you feel back your saliva and shoot your spit right into his face.
-Arthur is an authoritative figure, or so he thinks. His word goes, and if it doesn't then there is bloody hell to pay. Not to say he doesn't like this cheeky side you you, Infact, it very much so pleases him to know you're not as Lady-Like/Gentlemanly, nor as kind, as you appear.
-He'd roll over his Darlings body, sitting up on to his knees, trapping your tethered body under his as he ran his hands over your throat.
-He'd wrap them around your neck, feeling your skin pull as he gripped harder, suffocating you, strangling you.
-"y/n...my d a r l i ng...I said shut the fuck up." He'd command to you, his hands tightening around your throat as he presses his body into yours. He's enjoying it, far too much. You can see it in his eyes.
-His arousal is only stopped when he looks at you emotionless face.
-Even now you were playing coy with him. Acting like him choking you til your face turned purple was nothing, looking at him like that after you had just spat in his face.
-arthur would eventually release your throat, and laugh as you gasped for air. Pushing your hair back from your face and letting his hands roam where they please.
-"If you can't handle the love and affection I'm prepared to give you then maybe you need for me to remind you who exactly it is that loves you the most."
-He'd find other ways to get a reaction out of you. Maybe if your will to live was gone he could bring something else out in you. Pleasure, pain, both. Whatever it was, it was going to happen whether you like it or not.
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