Did You Get My Yan Jihnsi X Chaotic Reader Yet? I Have A Feeling Tumblrs Been Eating All My Asks😭

Sooo. The donut is back. I have a new obsession on Tokyo Revengers. I don’t know why you need this information. Maybe I'll write something on this, maybe not. But if anyone has ideas, I'm ready to listen.

It's important that now I'm free to work on requests.

I have something ready with Kagami x Reader. You will see it soon.

Also, the first request in the queue is 1/3 ready. Spoiler: these are platonic yandere (･ω<)☆

I just hope there is at least one collection of illithids jokes in Faerûn. Tav is required to read every joke to the Emperor. Dude will never admit he chuckled once.

Witcher's Kitchen

Geralt X Reader tw: no It can be read in both a romantic and a platonic context. A reader from the real world has ended up in the world of The Witcher. They have been traveling with Geralt for some time now. He keeps an eye on them, though not entirely by choice, and has promised himself to leave them in the next big city as soon as they get there. But for now... he needs to finish his latest monster contract and find them some dinner.

You sat in front of the fire, watching the venison with a focused gaze. A decent chunk of meat was skewered on a thin but sturdy branch. You turned it slowly, without much enthusiasm. It was well-cooked and smelled delicious. And yet… it tasted awful. So unbearably bland.

Of course, you weren’t ungrateful. Back when you first ended up in this world, wild game had seemed like the most precious, the most sacred food imaginable. You had spent days wandering the forest, starving and freezing, before Geralt found you and shared his meal. At that moment, you had been ready to fall to your knees and weep in gratitude for his kindness.

Time passed. One forest blurred into another. Along the way, you had come across only a handful of half-ruined villages, where even the locals barely scraped by. With no other options, you had clung to the Witcher with a death grip, begging him to take you at least to the first major city.

Since then, every meal had been the same—chewing on bland meat, washing it down with whatever was available, occasionally gnawing on stale bread if you were lucky. And all the while, you longed for the flavors of your world. You dreamed of spices, of anything that could make this food taste better. Day after day.

To be fair, Geralt was partly to blame. If he fed you a little less often, maybe you wouldn’t have grown so picky. Not that you’d ever say that out loud.

Speaking of Geralt… You shifted your gaze to him. He was busy sharpening his swords. A pang of guilt tightened in your chest. He wasn’t a terrible cook. If anything, you were nothing more than a stranger to him. A burden. And yet, he still looked after you in his own way. He was just practical—doing the bare minimum to survive, never bothering with small comforts. You were willing to bet he’d eat rocks if they were edible and provided energy.

But you couldn’t keep going like this. Something had to change. It was time to take responsibility—for the first time since you arrived in this world.

Taking a deep breath, you spoke up. “Hey, Geralt. Can I do the cooking tomorrow?”

Geralt gave you a mildly surprised but still characteristically grim look. After an unreasonably long pause, he finally replied.

“Do what you want.”

Then he went back to his task. You exhaled in relief.

Why did this man have to be so intimidating? Would he die if he let himself relax for just one second?

Shaking off your thoughts, you focused on the small victory—though calling his agreement a “victory” was a stretch. The real challenge still lay ahead.

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It must be admitted, this village is much livelier than all the previous ones. This time, you and Geralt didn't settle in some inn. The witcher stated that you would set up camp not far from the village. You didn’t ask questions. You had enough time to learn not to meddle in his affairs.

Since your conversation yesterday, you and Geralt hadn’t crossed paths. He left early in the morning for a hunt, leaving you a small pouch of orens for your needs. That, along with the market being within walking distance, was precisely why you decided to take on your difficult task.

People bustled around the marketplace, immersed in their own concerns. You examined the stalls. Choosing the least predatory-looking vendor—a sweet old lady—you approached her. You had to be careful in matters like these. There were no friends in the marketplace. Every merchant was ready to sink their claws into a lost traveler and take their last coins in exchange for an onion. The medieval world was cruel.

The old woman, delighted by the attention, immediately began offering you everything she had while simultaneously asking about the witcher you had recently been seen with. (Oh, this curiosity. How many rumors would spread about you today?) You quickly adjusted the conversation, steering it in the direction you needed. The old woman didn’t even notice how she started telling you about all the spices available in the market, where to buy them cheaper, what could be used for which dish, and even mentioned which herbs grew in the area and how to add them to food to make it more aromatic and flavorful.

After getting all the information, and buying a couple of vegetables, you set off in search of the spices, feeling triumphant. Aside from that, it wouldn’t hurt to find a cooking pot. Geralt’s inventory lacked such an item. He had grumbled that some damned drunkards had stolen his bag with the pot while he was busy. Apparently, they had hoped for something more valuable inside.

Some time later, you returned to camp—filled with a pleasant sense of accomplishment but with a sadly empty purse. Pleasure came at a price.

You laid out the ingredients near the extinguished fire. If you used everything as sparingly as possible, it should last a week. The shiny new pot gleamed playfully. All you lacked now was a cookbook with local recipes. But finding one in a tiny village was impossible. And books in this world were rather expensive.

Relying on your modest, yet not entirely nonexistent, cooking skills, you swore that tonight, Geralt would taste the most delicious venison stew of his life. You would make this man thank the gods for crossing paths with you.

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Geralt sat behind you, unusually impatient. He hadn’t said a word since he arrived, but you noticed his leg bouncing nervously. A magical aroma surrounded your camp.

You gave the stew one last stir, scooped some up, and filled a bowl for Geralt. He accepted the food with a grateful nod.

“Didn’t think you were serious yesterday.”

“I’m full of surprises,” you winked at him, taking a portion for yourself.

You had worried that cooking in such rough conditions would be a challenge, but your frequent observations of Geralt preparing meals had helped you adapt quickly. Cooking turned out to be unexpectedly relaxing. It gave you a sense of purpose, usefulness, and control over at least one part of this new life. On the road, you couldn’t fight monsters or earn coin, but you could make the journey a little more comfortable.

“Well? What do you think?”

“It’s really good. Thank you.”

As always, Geralt was a man of few words. But judging by the way he looked, the warm, hearty meal had made him a little less brooding.

You smiled happily, proud of your work.

Geralt thought that maybe… he could get used to this.

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You and the witcher quickly settled into a new routine. He handled his usual work, while you took care of the cooking. It didn’t just add variety to your diet—it became a kind of care that Geralt initially saw as an unnecessary luxury. But despite his views, he grew used to it. Eventually, he even started grumbling from time to time, "What’s for dinner tonight?"

You kept learning about the local cuisine, interacting with merchants and healers, asking chatty villagers for advice, and even striking up conversations with bored-looking prostitutes. Surprisingly, many of them could have been excellent homemakers if life had turned out differently.

One day, Jaskier, wandering the world in search of inspiration for his ballads, stumbled upon your camp. He couldn’t help but appreciate your efforts. Encouraged by a delicious dinner and fueled by the ever-spreading rumors, he nearly turned your care into a grand romantic tale.

Geralt, however, swiftly shut him down with a dry threat: if the bard kept it up, he’d be left hungry next time. Faced with the choice between poetry and a juicy rabbit stew with vegetables, Jaskier wisely prioritized his meal, shifting his repertoire back to harmless songs about the heroic witcher and his mysterious companion.

Relaxed by the friendly atmosphere, you realized how much joy it brought you to see your cooking make life a little better for your companions—even if they didn’t always say it out loud.

Jaskier, being himself, couldn’t stay quiet for long. He interrupted your thoughts with a dramatic sigh:

“Ah, if someone cooked for me like this, I might even consider becoming a witcher myself!”

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.

Can you please do a platonic Yandere Adrien, Luca and Marinette. 🙏

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

Pairing: Yandere! Marinette x Reader, Yandere! Adrien x Reader, Yandere! Luka x Reader

tw: disturbing thoughts, blackmail, manipulation, threats

Hope you like it~ Thank you very much for waiting ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

I also want to belatedly congratulate everyone on Valentine's Day. Wishing you more love this year. And may our beloved non-existent characters always be in our hearts! ( ╥ω╥ )

MARINETTE

-Her obsession with Adrien fades into the background. Now she is more preoccupied with your friendship. Marinette is always there. Joint study tasks, creative projects, walks, family games (You are part of her family. Dupain-Cheng family loves you). She sometimes feels insecure, so she is very jealous. Will do her best to push all your friends away from you (and from her, if necessary). To achieve the goal, she is ready to deviate from the principles and to use the Miraculouses for selfish purposes.

-You are not only her friend, but also a muse. She loves to sew outfits for you and give you other handmade gifts. All her notebooks are filled with drawings of you. You will have to be a model for all her projects. If you don't want, she will find a way to convince you (Will it be a cookie bribe or a threat to friends? You choose :) ).

-You (yet) can't spend every second with her. Marinette feels uncomfortable being alone, therefore, at such moments, she needs confirmation of your friendship. Usually these are millions of joint photos, paired pendants and your gifts for her. She keeps all the valuables in plain sight. It reminds her of you.

-Even when she becomes a Guardian to the Miracle Box, there's no way you'll get one. No. It's too dangerous. Sometimes she wants to give up everything in order to have more time for you. But she understands that then the threats will not disappear, and she will no longer be able to protect you.

ADRIEN

-His biggest fear is to scare you away, so Adrien is very careful. It will be difficult for you to notice his strange behavior. If suspicions arise, he will definitely remind you of his loneliness and poor socialization (Is it wrong to be so clingy? Oh, sorry, he didn't know, because he had few friends since childhood. He does not know how to properly behave with them. You don't want to date today? Father recently also broke a promise to spend the day together. You shouldn't leave him, because you are friends).

-Adrien is rich and generous. His gifts will be uncomfortably expensive. You will get everything that you have long wanted (He remembers what you're talking about), designer things (It reminded him of you), an offer to travel with him for work in another city/country (It's alright as long as you don't interfere with work. One gets bored. And together you can walk around the neighborhood together).

-Probably admits that he is Chat Noir. Adrien trusts you completely and doesn't want to keep secrets from you. Lets you get the most out of it. Do you want a joint photo with the hero to brag to everyone? Certainly. Anything for his dear friend.

-He allows you to communicate with other people. The guy is sure that you will return to him. If anyone gets too arrogant, Adrien will pay them to leave. If they refuse the offer... Adrien will find another way to get rid of them. In the meantime, you are crying on his shoulder, the guy will smile with satisfaction. He did a great job "clearing" his best friend's life of bad people.

LUKA

-Soft but tenacious yandere. He also tries to spend all his free time with you. First of all, he tries to captivate you with creativity. He will teach you how to play the guitar if you're interested. He will invite you to write songs together if you play any instrument. Offers to combine your two different hobbies (Hey. You can sew/draw/knit/sculpt while he plays). Starts working more to be able to take you to cafes and shops. He will find the most picturesque places in Paris to invite you for a walk there. He will make you friends with his family so that you often want to visit them all.

-Luka tries to respect your personal space. He really tries. But it is vital for him to touch you. It's comforting. Be prepared to hug and hold hands. If you are uncomfortable, he will offer alternative options: you can clasp your little fingers or he will hold on to the strap of your bag/your sleeve while you are walking.

-If you ask him if he hears your music, he will play it with pleasure. However, sometimes he refuses. At such moments, instead of the usual favorite melody, Luka hears something disturbing. He starts thinking about your friendship. Is it normal to feel this way towards you? Friends shouldn't be obsessed with each other... right? But then he distracts himself from these thoughts. No. Everything is fine. He's just worried about you. Friends are supposed to take care of each other. He sincerely loves you and wants only the best for you. Today is just a hard day. He will take you for ice cream.

-Luka doesn't like it when you hang out with someone else, but he handles it with patience. He thinks he has no right to isolate you. Tries to adjust the situation so that you do not meet alone with other friends. He doesn't need you to get too close to someone else. Of course, chat with this person, but Luka will be there. Do you want to meet someone? He can also invite his friends. In a big company it will be much more fun. Did you meet someone on the street? Just say hello and leave. You hurry.

- Luka is a non-confrontational person. He will not arrange loud quarrels if he does not like something. But he has learned to skillfully manipulate you. His advice seems so right. Everything he tells you makes sense. So, just thank Luka for taking care of you. He is a truly valuable friend.

Squid Game AU. Because why not

Y/n: -It's so good that I have a triangle.

Guard!Luka: -...

Y/n: *casts a passionate glance at the guard* Because it's easy to make a heart out of a triangle for you.

Guard!Luka: *shy*

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Y/n: *slaps a guard on the ass loudly*

All: *shocked*

Guard!Adrien: *blushes*

Y/n: -There is one problem. I still don't have your number.......... Oh yes. I don't have a phone either.

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Player: -You should stop acting like that.

Y/n: -Why? Will they kill me for bad jokes? Ahaha

All: *are silent*

Y/n: -Ahah... ha... They won't do it, will they? Right? WHY ARE YOU SILENT?????

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.

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 💖💖💖💖

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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Shinso is such a kitten ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡