So, Just To Summarize. People Keep Subscribing. I'm A Little Confused By This. Because I Think My English

I don't know why, but it made me laugh so loud

Ok so when did we all unianimously decide Shigaraki has a piss kink and why wasnt I invited to this council meeting?

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Joseph Seed x Reader

tw: Joseph Seed (yeah), forced retention, forced drug use, obsessive behavior

You open your eyes and look around in fear. Head is pounding with pain. Green particles fly in the air like dust. You are surrounded by the sugary sweet smell of unknown plants.

Someone's hand rests on your head. Touch is comforting.

"Don't be afraid, child. You're safe."

You tried to remember where you heard that voice before. But consciousness slips away and you fall asleep again.

Joseph gently pats your shoulder and covers you with a blanket. He looks at you longingly.

The next time you wake up, it's night outside. There is one candle burning on the bedside table. This is the only light source in the room. You feel a little better. Consciousness cleared up. Memories flash: a trip to Montana, a strange cult, creepy Joseph Seed, Peggy's car accident.

"Did you wake up." - Damned Joseph enters the room. You're angry at his people. If they weren't so stupid, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. Now your car is broken, and you are unknown where. He hands you a glass of water. You almost want to throw it back in his face, but the only thing stopping you is the terrible thirst. You drink to the bottom. The water has a strange taste.

"I need to go home." You try to get up, but the man doesn't allow it. He holds you in place, painlessly but firmly. His strange gaze stops at your bare shoulder. The shirt slipped off while you were sleeping. You're embarrassed, not in the most pleasant way.

"Honey, you're home." Joseph speaks so confidently that you almost believe him. He is convinced that this is where you belong. The man turns his gaze into your eyes. Your stomach turns. You're about to throw up.

"No." You freeze like a frightened fawn, but still try to argue.

Joseph sighs heavily. "My love, this is your home now."

You're terrified. Only God knows what this madman came up with.

The man puts you back into bed. Your eyes begin to droop. You are falling asleep.

"Sweet Dreams dear. I will wait for the day when you voluntarily join my flock. Then we will walk through the Eden's Gate together."

Joseph sits down on the chair next to you, carefully takes your hand in his and begins to pray.

Everyone in the camp is ready to fight for the right to go to bed next to you. Hugging your warm body in sleep and listening to your breath. They have fights every damn night. You're so tired of all of them. You just fall asleep, cuddling comfortably with the Owlbear and Scratch while the idiots quarrel

I crawled out of my hole to tell everyone "I'm going to write platonic yanderes Lemon and Tangerine." You are ready? :D (Maybe later I'll write a romantic yandere Tan. If I have enough ideas.) Your suggestions are welcome!

Did you get my Yandere! Juleka Couffaine/Purple Tigress x Female Reader? Like I wrote before, Reader is a chill, laid back girl who's friends with Marc and Nathaniel. Reader is the only one who truly pays attention to Juleka, causing her to go crazy. Juleka stalks Reader as Purple Tigress. After Reader visits Nathaniel's house, she gets stalks and cornered by Purple Tigress. Can there be kissing and a bit of touching?

I have received it and already started working on it. It's a very interesting request. Thank you for your attention to this blog!

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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

Part one, Part two

Misunderstanding

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.

This day was a success because I saw one absolutely beautiful girl

Hi. Request about Stain with the dog does not go out of my head. They are a great yandere team :D

OHHHH MY FUCKING GODDDDDD

Fuck making my day, you've made my entire life 💖💖💖💖

Second chance

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

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader

tw: disturbing thoughts, noncon touching, noncon kissing.

Viperion strides forward, slowly approaching you. You look around in fright. There is nowhere else to retreat. He drove you to a dead end. There is no further escape from this alley. You will not be able to pass by the hero - not enough space. You lean your back against the wall.

"You don't need to be afraid of me. I will never hurt you," the guy says softly.

He has a nice voice, but it doesn't help you get rid of the stress in any way. You are too scared by his previous actions. Where is Ladybug when you need her so badly? They finished with Akuma. Shouldn't she come to pick up his Miraculous?

"What do you want from me?"

"I just wanted to touch."

Viperion speaks as if nothing strange is happening. He reaches out and gently strokes your face. You flinch. He's a hero. So why is he so creepy? The guy leans even closer, gently touches your face with his lips. Kisses are as light as a butterfly.

"Please don't." Your voice breaks. You sob. Tears begin to flow from your eyes.

"I know. I'm so sorry. Sorry." Viperion showered you with a mixture of kisses and apologies.

This apology is not sincere. You don’t understand what he’s apologizing for if he’s not sorry. If he doesn't stop. Your legs give way, but you don't fall. Strong hands are holding you. His body supports yours. Too close. Hot. You don't immediately realize that he is saying something again.

"You have no idea how difficult it is to control yourself. When I see you ... I want to do so many things."

Under the mask, Luka barely finds coherent thoughts to justify himself. Conversations are not his forte. It's much easier to express feelings through music. Or through actions like now. He's ashamed, but he doesn't want to stop. Along with the Viperion, something awoke in him. Something vile and disgusting. It, together with boundless love and care, fills the insides, reaches the edges, spills out.

"Let me do it honey. I promise you won't remember."

The hero intercepts your hand before you can hit him. His lips finally touch yours. Luka's world explodes into a completely new unknown melody. No other instrument in the universe is capable of producing such a delightful sound. Viperion has a hard time pulling away from you. You are absolutely stunned.

"I love you, my melody."

He looks at your face for the last time and reaches for the Miraculouse. There are a couple of minutes left. Just enough to deal with the villain.

"Second chance."

Viperion uses the ability. Now instead of you, there is a tense Ladybugin front of him. He is grateful to her. She entrusted him with the Miraculouse. While Viperion voices his partners the previously worked out plan once again, Luka fights with a sense of shame. He is not worthy. They shouldn't have relied on him. He let the Ladybug down and used the Miraculouse for personal gain. Then he remembers you again and the shame disappears. Time returned back. There is no need for him to be ashamed of something that actually did not exist.

This time, Luka will give up the Miraculouse after winning. But he will look forward to next time.

Yandere!Maomao X Reader X Yandere!Jinshi Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! tw: Jealousy (nothing special anymore)

Part one, Part two

The Letter

"New day – new achievements," you thought as you stepped into the pharmacy at the start of the day. Maomao greeted you. Jinshi and Gaoshun were there as well. You flashed a sly smile at everyone present. Today, you were going to do something that would change your friends' lives forever.

The presence of the harem overseer today was nothing unusual. Once again, Maomao was assisting him with an investigation. You didn't bother with the details. Their cases usually involved deaths and had a rather gloomy air about them.

Maomao was silently jotting down notes when Jinshi, who had been watching her, decided to break the silence. "Are you always this serious?" he asked with a faint smirk.

You perked up your ears.

"Unlike some people, I prefer to work rather than waste time on idle chatter," Maomao replied without looking up.

Jinshi chuckled. "Maybe you should finally try taking a break? They say it helps keep you from going insane with your own thoughts," he mused before shifting his attention to you and winking. Your breath hitched. He smugly thought himself charming for managing to fluster you without even trying.

But you weren’t thinking about him at all. You were busy coming up with a name for the kitten they would surely get once they ended up together.

"Better to go mad from thoughts than from stupidity."

You barely hold back a laugh, covering your face with the wide sleeve of your robe. Watching them is better than any romance novel all the harem girls are obsessed with these days.

Maomao notices your strange expression. She’s about to ask if you’re feeling alright but gets distracted by a servant entering the pharmacy. Not the one you had secretly made arrangements with the day before. But in his hands is the letter.

So, everything should be fine… Right?

No.

He hands the letter to you. The letter that was meant for Maomao.

"This is for you," the servant says obligingly.

"Are you sure?" you ask, alarmed, trying to send him a desperate signal with your twitching eye in a Morse code that has yet to be invented.

But the man nods coolly, shoves the letter into your hand, and leaves—abandoning you to the hell of your own making.

"It must be something important," Maomao says, setting her work aside as she approaches you with interest.

"Oh. No. I'm sure it's something silly," you laugh nervously, trying to hide the letter. But Jinshi gently—yet insistently—plucks it from your grasp.

"I shall read it!" he declares grandly and begins reciting the love letter aloud.

You are utterly mortified, wishing you could burn to ashes on the spot.

"…You have captured my heart."

Jinshi finishes with far less enthusiasm than he started.

"An anonymous love confession," Maomao summarizes dryly.

"Who wrote this?!" Jinshi exclaims, unusually agitated.

"Why are you so flustered?" Maomao glares at him from under her lashes, looking as if she's already considering which poison could take him out without raising suspicion. "Were you planning to confess yourself?"

"I just want to know who dared to write this to my— I mean, our… dear acquaintance," Jinshi barely corrects himself, too upset to choose his words carefully.

"It’s probably just a mistake," you blurt out in panic. Because if Maomao decides that this letter was meant for you from Jinshi… your days are numbered.

"This could be a conspiracy," Maomao concludes, finding her own logic perfectly reasonable.

"A conspiracy?!"

"Yes. To lure them into a meeting and rob them. Or interrogate them. She's connected to you, after all."

At this point, Gaoshun decides to step in.

"I still think… it's just a letter."

You're this close to bursting into tears. Here he is—your savior, the most reasonable of men. But, of course, no one except you is paying him any attention.

"We should interrogate that servant."

"We’ll wait for the sender to reveal themselves."

"NO ONE is going to reveal themselves! Because this was obviously not meant for me!" you shout at them in pure desperation.

The two paranoid lunatics finally fall silent. But not for long.

"Fine. But I’m still going to keep an eye on you. For your own safety," Jinshi says, reaching out in an attempt to touch your face.

A loud slap echoes through the pharmacy. Maomao has smacked his hand away. You feel your soul leave your body.

"Watch over them? What are you, some kind of pervert? I will be watching you—to make sure you don’t do anything stupid," she declares, wrapping her arms around you protectively, shielding you from the dangerous man.

"Enough!" Gaoshun’s patience finally snaps.

This time, the sheer authority in his voice forces the pair to pay attention. The room settles into silence.

"I’ll take the letter to confirm whether it was truly delivered to the right place. You all—get back to work. We don’t have all day, Master Jinshi."

Before leaving, Gaoshun casts a disapproving look your way.

You realize—he knows. You don’t have to worry. He’s got your back. But that doesn’t make you feel any less mortified. You should get him a gift to thank him for the trouble. Maybe then, the emperor will take pity on you and have you executed for something.

"Haha… funny how these things happen," you laugh nervously.

Neither Maomao nor Jinshi are willing to let you go just yet. They seat themselves beside you, one on each side, and begrudgingly return to work.

"The letter idea wasn’t so great after all," you admit to yourself in silent defeat.

I'm new to the miraculous fandom but your yan Luka gives me life!

Me too _(:3 」∠)_