The Letter

Yandere!Gale X Reader Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! tw: obsessive behaviour, mild somnophilia, non-consensual kiss

The camp greeted the night with peaceful silence. Another difficult journey was behind us. A fight with a small group of goblins left everyone exhausted. After a serving of hot stew, you immediately dozed off on your sleeping bag, not finding the strength to change your clothes. The fire crackled behind you, warming you pleasantly.

A mysterious silhouette separated from one of the tents and moved towards you. The firelight illuminated him, revealing Gale. The man sat down next to you and looked at you thoughtfully. He had a warm cloak folded in his hands, which he immediately covered you with. Gale froze, looking closely at your face. Never before had he been able to enjoy such closeness. A reluctance to leave settled in his heart. You slept in ignorance of how beautiful, how stunning his eyes saw you. Road dust stained your cheek. Gale reached up to gently wipe your face. Rough fingers touched your face. His heart stopped for a moment.

"Gorgeous," a barely audible whisper escaped his lips.

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Gale felt especially brave. He leaned towards you, one hand on the ground and the other still on your cheek, and kissed you. His lips touched yours for the first time. The Netherese Orb in the wizard's chest began to pulse. He frowned. Gale wanted so badly to deepen the kiss. He wanted to see how far he could go before you woke up. But the curse in his chest made him stop. What is he doing? It's too dangerous. What will he say if you catch him doing something like this? Gale tensed. He realized that his actions were wrong. But how can he resist when you're so close? He runs his nose over your face and kisses the corner of your lips, showering light kisses all over your cheek, eyebrow and chin. After this, Gale hides her face in your neck. He enjoys your warmth and natural scent. He counts the pulse. Gale's eyes begin to close. He would like to stay with you in his arms. But he knows you won't be happy to see him so close. You are comrades. Maybe a little bit friends. But not lovers. And it makes Gale's insides hurt. He hopes that time will change that. He leaves one last kiss on your neck. You moan softly in your sleep. Gale's face flushes. He's happy to elicit this reaction from you. He would really like you to stay awake and give yourself to him willingly. But all he can do tonight is leave before someone catches him and things get complicated.

-Sweet dreams. See you in the morning - he says goodbye tenderly and gets up to go to his tent, followed by someone's gaze from the darkness.

From now on, Withers will keep the wizard's secret along with many other secrets of his own.

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Suguru doesn’t really do video games. He’ll indulge when you beg him with big, starry eyes, smirking all the while at Mario Party listening to your triumphant giggles when you steal his stars. He’ll take you to arcades, win you plushies and destroy you at rhythm games. It's all in the flick of the wrist. Then carries all your loot home like the proud husband he is. But he’s never been one to sit down and play for hours. He tried once, years ago, first-person shooters, of course. Everyone did. But the sounds, the sharp cracks of gunfire, left him cold and a little too quiet. Memories resurfaced, memories he'd rather forget.

So he gave it up.

Still, he doesn’t mind if you play. In fact, he likes it. Passing by the living room and see you curled up in blankets, your nose scrunched in concentration as you plant digital potatoes or chase random residents with so called gifts of diamonds and sashmi. Stardew Valley, you call it.

Suguru doesn’t quite get it. Bought you the switch to keep you at home a little more. Keeps you occupied when the twins are at school.

“You know,” he says once, teasing, “we have an entire greenhouse and a team of followers who would happily build you a chicken coop.”

You just hum, half-listening as you arrange little wooden fences on your screen. He smiles and leaves you be.

But then - then - he hears it. It’s a quiet little exclamation, nothing unusual. “Oh! I got the marriage achievement!” you cheer, completely oblivious to the shift in the air behind you.

Suguru, leaning in the doorway with a soft smile, slowly blinks. A furrow in the brow.

“…You got what now?”

You don’t even glance up. “I married Sebastian. He likes the rain. Kinda emo.”

His brow lifts, a dark arch, and he moves with feline grace, silent, slow, and now just a little too close.

“I see,” he murmurs, sliding onto the couch beside you, an arm wraps around you, violet eyes narrowing at the switch screen. “And tell me, love… who exactly is this Sebastian?”

You glance at him, suddenly wary of the dangerous lilt in his voice. “He’s just a character! In the game. He lives in a basement and hates socializing.”

A thoughtful hum before reaching out to gently tilt your chin toward him with two fingers. A smile full of warmth graces his lips, voice teasing at the edges. “So you’re telling me… you left me? Your loyal, doting, incredibly handsome real-life husband - for an unemployed basement-dweller who thinks brooding under clouds is a personality?”

You burst out laughing. “You’re being ridiculous, Suguru!”

He leans in, scent inxoticating from the incense, brushing his lips against your cheek, your jaw, voice low and honeyed. “You wound me. Truly. I thought we had something special. I remember our wedding so vividly. You, in white, glowing like the sun itself. Me, trying not to cry. Everyone watching us say forever.” He sighs, dramatic and dreamy, a pout adorning his lips. “And now you’ve run off with a depressed unemployed man named Sebastian.”

You wheeze. “Oh my god - ”

But he’s not done. He gently plucks the Switch from your hands and sets it aside. “No offense to the worm, of course. I’m sure he’s charming in a… rainy-day, ‘don’t talk to me’ sort of way. But I can offer something he never could.”

You blink up at him. Softly biting your lip to suppress the giggles. “And what’s that?”

Suguru leans in, eyes glittering, and says with a smile that could melt gold:

“Me. All of me. In the flesh. With actual muscles. And a bank account.”

You shriek with laughter, burying your face in his chest as he kisses the top of your head and cradles you close.

For the rest of the day, he keeps you snug in his lap while you try (and fail) to keep playing. Every time Sebastian appears, Suguru tuts softly and says, “Poor boy. Doesn’t even know he lost to a cult leader.”

And that night, when he’s curled around you in bed, he whispers, “You’re mine, you know. In every timeline. Even the pixelated ones.”

Though what you don't know is that he did secretly buy Stardew Valley on his own switch so he can marry you in game as well.

Petting

I know English terribly. Feel free to correct my mistakes.

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Chat Noir x Reader

tw: emotional manipulation, emotional dependency, hidden threat.

-Purr meow. Sweetheart, please go on.

You shudder, suddenly pulled out of a sleepy state. Look around in confusion, trying to get your bearings. Your hand, tangled in blonde hair, resumes its lazy strokes. Chat Noir squints pretty.

- Can we finish for today? - you awkwardly drawing attention to yourself. Your back is terribly numb and your neck hurts. It is one o'clock in the morning. You dreamily think about how to lie down and immediately fall asleep. Only one thing separates you from your sweet dreams. And this "thing" persistently asks for attention.

-I thought you missed me, - the guy pouted offendedly, after which he gently rubbed his cheek on your leg.

- Yes but... - you shiver. He is unlikely to be satisfied with your words, - it's already late. I get up early tomorrow. And you, probably, too.

The Chat stops your hand with his. You sigh with relief. He sits down opposite you, exuding displeasure with all his appearance.

-I get the impression that you are not happy with me. Since I'm not needed here, maybe I should go and play with your friends, - an undisguised threat flows from his lips.

-NO! - you scream unexpectedly loudly. The eyes begin to water. You are in a panic thinking how to cajole him. You pray that he will not reveal the deception. - I'm so happy that you came today. If only you could stay...

-O! What a great idea. I can just stay today, can't I?

The piercing gaze of bright green eyes rushes in your direction. You swallow the sticky saliva hard. If you agree, you will voluntarily prolong your torment until the morning. If you refuse, he will visit your friends. Who knows how it will end. Chat Noir is incredibly determined when it comes to you. You have long ceased to doubt this.

-Yes. Of course.

The Chat's lips stretch into a happy smile. He falls into a pile of blankets and drags you along. Cold latex is in contact with the skin, causing goosebumps. Chat Noir pulls your body closer to him and rubs his face against your hair. Your fear allowed him to win again. You will have to spend the night in indecently close contact with him again. Well, at least the caress session is over and you can finally sleep. Chat Noir is the owner. And he always gets what he wants.

I havent seen you on my dash in forever! I'm really happy to see you live!

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I have a lot of requests in my inbox, but no time to do them. I also want to write something about bg3 again while the obsession is still fresh. Thanks again for staying with me ❤️

I’m back with a character from a little-known game. Apologies to everyone who originally came here for Ladybug and to those who left requests in my inbox. I’m completely uncontrollable when it comes to choosing fandoms.

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Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! Pairing: Yandere! Solivan Brugmansia x Reader tw: obsessive behaviour, delusional yandere, oppressive atmosphere, descent into madness, aggressive behavior towards the reader (short scene)

"The Perfect You"

Sol sits in a dimly lit room, a blank canvas before him. In the corner of the room, several portraits of his beloved lean against the wall, but none of them feel right. The eyes in each one seem... empty. “This isn’t you,” Sol whispers, discarding yet another sheet. His fingers tremble slightly as he grabs a piece of charcoal and begins again.

He draws, again and again, but the more he works, the more the details start to feel... wrong. Sol stares at the portrait. The shadows beneath the eyes are too deep, the smile on the lips is warped, and the silhouettes in the background—they’re not supposed to be there.

Sol is certain. He didn’t draw them.

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Sol paces frantically around his studio. He hurriedly moves the painting from the canvas to the corner, adding it to the pile of failed projects, and covers everything with a sheet. He’s happy you decided to visit, but he would’ve appreciated a little more time to prepare.

You flutter into his apartment like a butterfly. Sol drinks in your presence, your gestures, the expressions on your face. He hopes—desperately—that you’ve finally realized how much you need him, just as he needs you. But instead, you casually ask to borrow his study notes, oblivious to the crushing disappointment that sweeps through him. Sol can’t refuse you. He asks you to wait while he retrieves the notebooks.

As he steps away, you glance around his workshop-turned-living space. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the pile of covered canvases in the corner, but you decide against asking about them. Instead, your gaze shifts to the window, where something else catches your attention: a collection of more than ten portraits of yourself, lying on the windowsill.

You’re stunned by the sheer amount of time Sol must have spent on them. But the longer you look, the more unsettling details begin to emerge. Shadows that shouldn’t be there, distortions in your smile, and an uncanny intensity in the way your eyes are drawn.

When Sol returns with a stack of notebooks, he freezes, his expression shifting to fear as he notices the pages in your hands. He studies your face, trying to gauge your reaction, already calculating his next move.

“Is this… how you see me?” you ask, struggling to mask your unease.

A strange excitement flares in Sol’s eyes. “No… not yet. But I’m trying to capture you as you truly are.”

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Sol begins to notice that each new portrait interacts with him in strange ways. If he stares at them for too long, the shadows on the drawings seem to shift. Sometimes, he swears he can hear you breathing through the canvas.

One night, he wakes abruptly with the unsettling sensation that someone is standing by his bed. For several minutes, he stares at your angelic face, only to watch it slowly twist into a grotesque grimace. You hate him. You despise him.

The nausea hits Sol like a wave. He stumbles out of bed, his breathing ragged, and for the first time in his life, he turns your portrait to face the wall.

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Sol decides he needs the object of his obsession to complete the perfect portrait. He asks you to pose for him. You agree to be his model without much hesitation, and Sol is convinced this time he’ll succeed.

But every time he begins to paint, a strange feeling washes over him, as if he’s losing something vital. “This doesn’t look like you…” he mutters. “Why? You’re right here in front of me.”

You watch awkwardly as Sol grows increasingly tense and suggest taking a break. Frustrated beyond reason, he snaps. Tossing the canvas aside, he lashes out: “You’re hiding from me! Why can’t you just be real?”

Startled, you start gathering your things to leave. It’s only then that Sol realizes what he’s done. He stops you at the door, dropping to his knees. Tears streak his face as he begs for forgiveness, his trembling hands clutching at your clothes with a desperate grip. Sol has never been more broken, but you don’t listen.

You push him away and walk out.

Sol collapses to the floor, thinking to himself that he’s as good as dead.

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Since that day, you haven’t answered his calls. He’s tried talking to you at college, but you keep avoiding him, always hiding behind Crowe.

Sol paces in circles around his apartment. He wants to tear his hair out. He wants to kill Crowe. He just wants… for you to love him. As much as he loves you.

He stops abruptly. The blank canvas catches his eye.

Sol decides to try painting you one more time. If you could see yourself through his eyes, you’d understand. You’d forgive him.

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When Sol wakes up the next morning, his studio is empty. The only thing left is the perfect portrait.

His palm aches. He thinks he should clean the brushes to keep the paint (and blood) from ruining them. Finally, he understands what the previous portraits were missing.

He looks at the painting. Your image on the canvas seems alive. Happy. Only the eyes remain as dark and hollow as they were in the earlier sketches.

The silhouettes behind you move. They whisper to Sol. He listens to them.

He realizes there’s no point in chasing after you when his perfect version of you is already here. Right in front of him.

Now, at last, you can be together.

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Yandere!Maomao X Reader X Yandere!Jinshi Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! tw: possessive behavior, eunuch-related themes, stupid funny youth ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

It was nearing lunchtime. Maomao finally decided to take a break. She set the box down on the table, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, and glanced around in search of you. You were nearby, carefully arranging ingredients in their proper places. She wanted to call out to you to invite you to eat together, but she didn’t get the chance.

The front door swung open, and Jinshi glided in as gracefully as a butterfly, with his indispensable assistant at his side. To Maomao’s displeasure, the eunuch immediately captured your attention. You greeted the men politely, offering them a gentle smile. Maomao clenched her teeth so hard it felt like they might crack.

Maomao liked working in the pharmacy. She enjoyed handling medicines and having space for her poison experiments. She liked being useful, even though she rarely said so out loud. To her surprise, she also liked her apprentice. Curious and diligent, you had grown on her more than she cared to admit.

From the very beginning, you showed remarkable determination in your desire to learn her craft. Like her, you wanted to be useful to the imperial court. You wanted to ease Maomao’s workload, something you once admitted to her. You paid close attention to her every word, absorbing knowledge and striving to remember it for future use. Since you arrived at the palace, you had come a long way—transforming from a timid, frightened slave who couldn’t even write into a charming pharmacy assistant whom Maomao could already trust to manage a full day of work on your own. She was proud of you.

But, like any blossoming flower, you started attracting all sorts of insects.

Unfortunately, you weren’t only admired by Maomao. Lately, Jinshi had been visiting the pharmacy suspiciously often. At some point during your brief interactions, the eunuch-pervert (in Maomao’s one and only opinion, of course) had taken a liking to your delightful reactions. You were sweet and kind to him but didn’t swoon over his charm like every other girl (and not only girls) in the palace—excluding Maomao herself, who felt like vomiting every time he turned on his so-called charm.

He kept coming back again and again (though he could’ve easily assigned such trivial matters to any servant!) and flirted with you unbearably long—at least, as much as his status allowed (which, according to dear Maomao, was obscenely too much). Sometimes he grew bold enough to touch your shoulders or your hair (How dare he?), and—worst of all—he made you laugh. A lot.

Maomao snapped out of her thoughts and, deciding for now not to throw a book at the eunuch, smoothly slipped between the two of you, greeting the visitors in a (she tried) friendly manner.

“You’re here again, Lord Jinshi. Could it be that you’ve fallen ill? The sick are supposed to stay in bed and not get up.”

“Oh, not at all, dear Maomao. I’m here merely for a consultation,” Jinshi replied, ignoring the sly remark with his usual refined grace.

“With such burning enthusiasm for consultations, be careful—your manly virtue might awaken again,” Maomao fired back, choosing an especially sharp comment to jab at Jinshi and subtly remind you that he could never be a proper husband, so there was no point in even considering him as one.

“If that is fate’s will, then perhaps I’m destined for another purpose,” Jinshi responded lightly, as always unfazed by her mockery, casting a brief glance in your direction. Maomao’s eye almost twitched.

“But then you’d be dismissed from service. The entire harem would mourn such a loss. You’re of great value to us. If that ever happens, I’m ready to secretly prepare a special decoction just for you,” Maomao said with polite courtesy, omitting the fact that, instead of a decoction, she’d much rather put a hammer to good use. Perhaps to knock something else off the eunuch—like his head.

You watch their bickering closely. Your heart skips a beat with a sudden realization. You bring a hand to your mouth and whisper softly:

“Oh. They’re… madly in love with each other. How did I not see it sooner?”

Gaoshun, standing nearby, became an unwitting witness to your conclusion—and couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. He slowly turned his head, casting a shocked glance at you.

But you noticed nothing, too lost in your own fantasies.

Gaoshun let out a heavy sigh. These young people would drive him insane.

There's only one main rule in this place: "Father knows best." You don't argue when his kisses get more intimate. "Let me take care of you", - he says and you let his tongue slip into your mouth. "Stay close - it's safe here", - he says and you believe him. His hand gently holds you close during the sermon. "Love is not a sin", - he says, leaning over you, spreading your legs. And you do not doubt his words, because Joseph knows best.

Peter (age 8): Hey dad, can I-

Yondu: Go ask your ma.

Peter:

Peter: Hey kraglin

This work lay in drafts for a very long time. Now I have translated everything. Woohoo! (Reminder: English is not my native language. There are mistakes here)

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! Pairing: Yandere! Ketheric Thorm x Reader, Yandere! Enver Gortash x Reader, Yandere! Orin the Red x Reader tw: platonic obsession, manipulation, restriction of freedom, mention of murders

I'm ready to throw an idea at you. Attention. You get into the bg3. BUT you aren't Tav and you aren't together with Tav. You find yourself among the Chosen Three. And they become platonic yandere!

Ketheric Thorm, Enver Gortash and Orin the Red will know that you know about their future. You know how to achieve certain events, as well as how to prevent it. Keeping you close is not only a necessary measure, but also an advantage. From now on, they must do everything to prevent Tav from finding out about you and taking you away.

You spend the least amount of time with Ketheric Thorm. As the leader of the army, he is always in the most dangerous places of the war. Besides, the Moonrise Towers are a dangerous place. There are a lot of killers there. You are usually in full view of Ketheric. Over time, you begin to get used to it. Ketheric listens, but often doesn't pay attention. You can tell him anything. At this time he goes about his business, sometimes nodding to you. But if you suddenly ask him a question, he will simply look at you menacingly, making you afraid. The old man is not angry. He just didn't remember anything you said and doesn't want to admit it. Your voice helps him not to worry. If you're still talking, it means you haven't been eaten. Therefore, he can continue his business. When you leave the Moonrise Towers, Ketheric looks with bitterness at the things you leave behind. It reminds him of the times when he was still a father. Perhaps he will put your drawing or note in one of his books.

Orin will become friend or foe depending on your decision. If you refuse to help them, She will find ways to make you talk. Her ideas about the world are very perverted, so friendship with Orin barely differs from enmity. She will take great pleasure in fooling around with you. She likes to scare you by telling you colorful ways of killing you. You will probably not be able to make friends because of her. It's hard to trust someone and tell your secrets when that someone could be Orin herself. She will need time to convince Gortash and Ketheric to allow you to visit the Bhaal’s Temple. They don't trust Orin. The more disgusted you are by the atmosphere of her temple, the more fun she will experience. In the depths of his bedroom, Orin will get a little soft. She will let you play with her hair. And she will talk about the teachings of Bhaal, but not with the intention of scaring, but with the desire to share something hidden for her. She will also want to teach you how to make a sacrifice to her god correctly. If you refuse, she will be upset, but will not insist. (Gortash made it clear to her that she should not break you.) Then she brings you back and avoids you for a week or two. It's new for her to feel this way. Not even her family received this honor. When she calms down and copes with unusual emotions, she will visit you again. And she will promise to kill you in the most beautiful way possible when necessary. It's not a threat. This is her expression of love.

It is with Lord Gortash that you spend the most time. His castle is safe, and the Steel Watchers walk around the city everywhere. You are well dressed and always look great to match him. High society is asking questions about who you are to him. Are you a lover, relative, decoration or pet? Only you and Gortash know that you are a means to achieve his goals. And only Lord Gortash knows that you are someone he has grown more attached to than he should have. He gives you almost anything you want, but expects you to cooperate in return. In addition, Gortash believes that just looking beautiful next to him is not enough. Therefore, all your free time (which is not much) will be occupied with training. If you escape from the castle (which is absolutely impossible), the guards will bring you back. Gortash is perhaps the only one among the owners of three stones who understands that your usefulness is not constant. Everything can go along the route you know with minor changes in his favor. Or it may happen that what is happening will become completely new even for you. Sometimes he jokes that he will throw you out when you become useless. But you still remember how Lord Gortash got angry at the impudent Count for asking to take you as his wife and Gortash ordered the insolent man to be executed.

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Somewhere in the universe, the Emperor turns the table in a rage and demands Tav to quickly find and save (kidnap) you. (I don't know how he found out about you ._.)

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Tav sighs tiredly and silently agrees. They're too tired of all. They just hope that their new future ally will be a little less problematic than everyone else in the camp.

Overnight stay

If you want something - do it yourself.

I know English terribly. Feel free to correct my mistakes.

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader

Luka takes a deep breath and rolls over onto his back. It was not possible to fall asleep for already the second hour. He turns his head in your direction. You sleep serenely with your hand hanging from the bed. His beds. "Will her scent remain after this night? Will our scents mix?" - the guy thinks excitedly. Lying on the floor to give you his sleeping place must have been the wisest decision he ever made. Luka reaches out and gently grabs your hand. "How soft ..." - another thought flashes in the blue-haired head. He interlaces his calloused fingers with yours."I would give anything for her to comb my hair with those fingers."

Luka listens to your breath - the most beautiful melody. Closes his eyes and imagines . You are lying next to him. The curves of your warm body fit him perfectly. Slightly disheveled hair tickles the face of a young man. And your breath burns his collarbone.

BZZZZ

Luka frowns. His gaze falls on your phone. And something dark takes root somewhere in the depths of the soul. What if he writes to your friends on your behalf? Will ruin your friendship with them. Make them stop talking to you. He just needs to remember to delete the correspondence from the phone. After all, Luka is the only one you need. You will be so sad and confused. Luka will gladly offer comfort. Maybe you will be so upset that you will fall asleep next to him...

Luka lets go of your hand, stands up and slowly moves towards the gadget. He will do it. For your sake ~