Requiem Pour Un Vampire (1971)

Howdy! I'd love to request Yandere Tifa Lockhart with a s/o that tries to escape her. Thank you!

Ok!!

Sorry this was an little angsty, but I really wanted to explore how her experiences led to her yandere trait's. Trigger warning for don coreno, nothing explicit, just trauma from the event.

Tifa had many admirers, alot of whom where in high places. There was nothing she hated more then those men who wouldn't stop. Early on in your relationship you told her that she was started to adapt the behavior of her abusers, her possessiveness sometimes rubbed you the wrong way. She broke down crying. She explained that this was different. She did everything because she loved you so so much, that she was scared to loose you because you were the first person who genuinely seemed to love her for more than the surface. Who didn't see her as an object to be won. The guilt from your accusation caused you to fall into an flurry of self hatred. You both blamed it on your self destructive nature, hurting yourself because you hated yourself. She held you with your head burried in her lap, kissing the top of your head "just let yourself be happy, you deserve to be happy". She just wanted to protect you from all the people who saw her as an prize, who wanted to break her down and mold her into someone else. Who wanted to hurt her because she looked pretty when she cried.

All of that made you feel even worse for what you where about to do. It's not that you where trying to leave her.. you just wanted to check up on a sick friend. Tifa would only let you leave 7th heaven with her by your side. If you asked her she would have taken you, but it was an busy day for the girl. You needed to check up on your friend now and you didn't want to give her another thing to do. You waited till she was in an deep sleep and slipped out of the bed. You ran over to your friends house for an quick visit. They where unable to sleep due to their painful symptoms, so you stayed well into the night, watching movies to distract them.

Your eyes caught the sunrising from the window "fuck, I gotta go home" in a rush you gathered your things. You looked at your phone to check the time, "7 missed calls from tifa" shit. You opened messenger, but your phone died before you could type an single letter. You ran out of the apartment and towards 7th heaven. "Tifa" you shouted as you opened the door. "Y/n" an sleepy small voice whispered. Marlene was standing by the pinball machine, clutching her pink blanket. "Sweetie, what are you doing up" you bowed down to her level. "Tifa left" "oh, okay, just go back to bed honey it's alright" Marlene nodded , you waited until she had left untill you sprinted over to the bars phone. Dialing tifa as fast as you could. "Hello" tifa's voice was shaking, "tifa baby I am so sor-""were are you" she interrupted "I'm at 7th, are you okay" tifa hung up. You sat down, preparing your explanation.

After a few minutes tifa burst through the door, tackling you with an hug. "Why, why did you leave" "I just went to check up on an friend" tifa grabbed your shoulders, "without me" tifa scolded. "I didn't want to bother you". "You never bother me!!" You sighed,"I don't get why this is such an big deal, I'm a big girl tifa, I can take care of myself" "you can't!!" Anger bubbled inside of you "I'm not an idiot tifa!". "You just don't understand, the type of people out there" tifa cried out. Tifa continued "there are people out there who want to do terrible things to me, to you. What if HE got you" now you understand her paranoia. "Sephiroth's dead tifa" tifa looked up confused. "I know, it's someone else y/n" "who?". "Don coreno" she said his name like each letter of it burned. Pulling you close to her she elaborated. "He didn't get the chance to do anything, but he would've, and he will if he gets it." Guilt twisted your heart, seeing her like this broke you. "Y/n, my baby, I don't want you to ever experience those types of looks, you stay up at night haunted by what could have happened, I'm strong so I can save myself, but you. It could actually happen if I'm not there to protect you".

You held her for an while, her hot tears ran down your neck as she cried , her face buried in the nape of it. "Let's get some sleep" she nodded.

You where able to hobble out of the bar,her body leaning on you. Collapsing onto the bed the two of you drifted off to an light yet peaceful sleep. Which was quickly pulled away from you when Marlene crawled between you. "Had a nightmare" "why you crawling in with us" tifa's voice was slightly raspy from crying. "Daddy's to big, I'm crushed" Marlene pouted "he snooooores to loud" you drifted off to sleep, the sounds of Marlene describing her nightmare to tifa. Their voices muted and words distorted

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Yandere Ethan winters.

Hi! I have been an lurker for a while now on various yandere blogs. This is my first time writing fanfiction so please be kind on me <3

-its pretty unanimous in the re8 fanfiction community that Ethan is an obsessive worshiper, he love,love,loves you.

-you and Ethan met at dulvey, you where the actual adoptive/foster child of the baker's, who was pushed out and imprisoned by evaline. You spent years in an living hell, locked away in the basement (you take the place of mia in this au so just imagine the cell Ethan found her in during re7) watching your family be turned into monsters.

-Your only solace was mia whenever she was lucid. While those short periods of normalcy didn't allow for much conversation, you knew an few things about her. She was from Texas,was married to someone named Ethan. An man who Mia's affection for wained as the years spent apart grew. You two held an unbreakable bond from the years spent together under evalines thumb.

-One day something happened that caused evaline to snap, she killed mia, the only thing you had left in this world. You where unable to leave your bed due to the intense grief, staring at the wall with blank distant eyes. You where pulled from your intense dissociation by jack baker throwing mia's personal effects into the basement. You the noticed mia's laptop, within your reach.

-its now or never, evaline was probably gonna kill you soon anyways, and death was an better existence then the past four years, kept alive for the sole purpose of evaline torturing you in an jealous rage. You managed to log on, to find an unfinished email still on the screen.adressed to her husband, with two video attachment's and one line of text. "Dulvey, Louisiana. House of jack and Marguerite baker"

-you where planning on emailing the sheriff's department, but you started to hear footsteps from above. You hit send and quickly closed the laptop. Hiding it under the floorboards

-you figured that Ethan would call the police , the fbi, swat team, or some form of trained professional who could save you.

-but nope crazy motherfucker came on his own, with nothing but his Prius and the clothes on his back. The only other person called being his washed out former frat boy cousin who lived in new Orleans. , Ethan walked into the literal physical embodiment of an southern gothic novel.

-and the events of resident evil 7 happen, only difference being Mia's absence and him protecting you. The high tension environment leading to codependency.

-His yandere tendencies began to show after Chris saved your asses and hauled you off to some research facility in Romania. While throughout dulvey incident he showed some form of romantic interest, little comments, lingering gazes, the guilt made you sick. Many times you reminded him that he should be concerned about his wife, but your concern was ignored.

-ethan demanded that you two where never to be separated, the company obliged. And the two of you had an apartment like space on the compound.

-where Ethan started to treat you like his live in girlfriend.

I'm going to finish this later today, I need to let my phone charge some. Thank you 💓

Vincent, where are we? we where just at the Seventh Heaven and i just got done talking to Cloud...then you shown up and everything went dark

"Somewhere safe."

It's hard to feel comforted, however, when you realize that your wrists are bound to the frame of the bed you've woken up on; enough give that you can move them, but short enough to keep you in place.

Vincent doesn't look you in the eye. Guilt and shame flush his features, even though--in his heart--he knows he's doing what's best for you. You shouldn't get mixed up in things like this, in things like Cloud and the myriad of trouble that awaits you if you aren't kept safe--aren't kept out of it completely.

You're vaguely aware of a dull ache in your neck, radiating up into your head. Trying to remember what happened and how you got here is fruitless, resulting only in throbbing that makes you want to close your eyes and sleep, pretending it's all a dream.

"I won't hurt you," he says, standing up to survey his work. "I'm... only doing this to keep you from being hurt."

The words are directed at himself as much as they are to you.

“What is the use of words if the spirit is wrong?”

“Larger Than Oneself”  Robert Aickman

The Devil's Hour:

"Eat me, drink me"

A Halloween Special

Dark!Billy Russo x Dark!Aleksander Morozova x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Dub/non-con, threesome, double penetration, mild gore? Idk, there is blood.

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“Please”

Your plea was barely more than a croak, a weak, broken thing teared off from your raw, abused throat. Whether you were begging for them to stop or to go on, you didn't know anymore.

And truth be told, it didn't matter either way, mercy was not something the creatures holding you hostage in your pretty golden cage were capable of anymore, any trace of empathy, of humanity, purged out of them centuries ago.

They had been torturing you, edging you for hours, and then making you come until they had burned all the fight out of you. Until pain and pleasure were blurred together. Until yes and no had started to mean the same thing.

They had broken you. Just like they had promised.

"Please…" You sobbed, a pathetic, heart wrenching sound that would have moved any man.

Too bad the beings keeping you prisoner were not men.

Still, the one in front of you raised his head from your cunt, beard glistening, stained with your juices, proof that, as much as you had fought them, kicking and screaming, as much as you had cried at the beginning, a part of you had to be enjoying what they were doing to you…

Right?

Dark eyes met his twins over your shoulder,

"Maybe we should stop, Aleks" His voice sounded sincere, but you couldn't shake the feeling you were being mocked "Maybe it is too much…"

"Our girl is strong, Billy" A soft, almost loving voice reached you from behind and a pair of pale, strong arms adjusted their iron like grip around you. It was a futile gesture, you were way too weak where you laid, your back fitted between the v of his legs, head pillowed by his chest, to fight back anymore. Way too spent, way too sated, way too used, nothing but a ragdoll. "She can take it"

“No, please, I can’t take anymore…” you pleaded. Aleks smiled against your hair, breathing you in, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head,

“But I think you can, malyshka," The russian endearment fell from his lips honey sweet, "I think you still have a couple more orgasms in you. And we want every. Single. One. Of them…” He punctuated every word with tiny, deceptively innocent pecks to the top of your head, your cheek, your neck, anywhere he could reach with his lips.

“Whatever you say, big brother" Billy smirked, not needing any further convincing, slotting himself between your legs, entering you in a single long, hard stroke. You turned your head to the side, unwilling to see his beautiful face scrunch with the pleasure he was getting out of it, out of your pliant body but unwilling soul.

“No, don’t close your eyes” Aleks chastised you, grabbing your face, forcing you to meet his brother's eyes. “You will watch him, all the time. You will watch us take what’s ours. Am I understood, malyshka?”

You nodded, opening your eyes, watching as Billy's mouth fell open in a silent "oh" through wet lashes. He was identical to his brother, down to the freckle under his right eye, and every inch as gorgeous: long, lithe but muscular body, pale skin, eyes dark as night, face of an angel…

You cursed their pretty faces, you wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn't for them. That was how they had lured you, how they had gotten you alone at the bar. You hadn't wanted to go with them, not really… except you did. One look into those obsidian orbs, and you had been overwhelmed but this strange desire to please them, your body doing as they said even as your mind rebelled inside.

Your friends hadn't noticed anything wrong, of course they hadn't. What woman wouldn't want to be the center of attention of two hotties like those anyway?

They had taken you right there, in the alley outside of the bar, for the first time. Billy pinning your arms behind your back as Aleksander slid his cold, cold hand into your jeans and fingered you, kissing away your tears, chanting praises at you, telling you how tight you felt, how soft and hot and wet inside, how he couldn't wait to feel you around his cock. And just when you had thought it couldn't get any worse, that your fate couldn't get any blacker, Billy's teeth had pierced your skin, right above your breast, and he had drank from you.

“How does she feel, William?” Aleksander questioned, right before twisting your head to capture your mouth in a painful kiss that made your lips bleed.

“Perfect,” Billy moaned, hips pounding into you erratically. He was close “She feels perfect, you know that, Sasha”

Aleks hummed his approval into your lips, releasing them only to lap at the blood staining them.

“Delicious too” He cooed, knuckles caressing your cheek, “So sweet, sweetest little morsel I’ve ever tasted… Is she tight, Billy?"

"Yes… So so tight…"

"Does our little doll need stretching?" He hummed, thoughtful, hand dipping lower, to where his brother was disappearing inside of you. You shook your head, the feeling of Aleksander's finger slipping in with Billy's cock enough to break their thrall.

"Nonononono please, pleasepleaseplease"

"Shhhhh" Billy soothed you, holding your chin up so he could look you in the eye, "It's ok, baby doll, you can take it, can't you?" You could feel your will vanishing, your body going slack against Aleksander's chest, "you can take the both of us like a good girl… Don't you wanna be our good girl?"

"We can help you, teach your body how to take us" said Aleks, adding another finger as his twin started moving his hips again, slowly, leisurely, making you feel every delicious, punishing inch.

"Fuck, Sasha!"

Aleksander's hand was lighting fast, striking his brother on the cheek.

"Watch your mouth in front of our little lady"

Billy simply smirked, clearly enjoying the little bit of pain with his pleasure,

"Whatever you say, boss" He snaked his arms around you, taking you from Aleks, sitting up so he could perch you on his lap. Aleksander bared his fangs at him "I think she's ready" Billy quickly declared, succeeding in deflecting his brother's wrath.

"Are you sure? I don’t want her to feel any pain as I turn her, only pleasure for our perfect girl.”

"I'm sure" Billy confirmed, your own protests going unheard as they manhandled you, trapping you between their bodies, positioning you to their liking.

And then it began.

The stretch was unlike anything you had ever felt as they lowered you, impaling you on their identical cocks little by little, taking turns moving their hips in a well practiced dance, one retreating as the other thrusted another inch in, until they were both buried to the hilt.

Aleksander's hands were everywhere, stroking your arms, your chest, your back, comforting you as Billy kissed away your tears.

"So good for us..."

"Our precious girl..."

"...Milaya devushka"

"Pretty girl, so good for us… fucking perfect…" It was Billy, the first to break, the first to start rocking, to tear a moan from your swollen lips. "Yeah, just like that, just give in… isn't it so much better when you stop fighting us?"

It was. Heavens help you, it was. Your head felt back against Aleksander's shoulder, and he wasted no time in latching onto your neck, sucking a path of purple bruises.

"Aleks" You sighed, feeling his smile against your skin. At least until his brother, ever jealous, demanded your attention by licking at your nipple "... Billy!"

"Yeah, just like that, baby doll, say my name like that again…" His hips gained speed, forcing his brother to match his pace until they were both fucking you in earnest, bouncing your body between them, their perfect little fucktoy. Your cries grew louder.

"Does it hurt, malyshka?"

You nodded your head. Billy nodded with you, mockingly.

"Where does it hurt? Where we're fucking this little cunt?" His hand cupped your core, thumb sliding on your clit, tracing little half circles that had you crying even harder, "I think you're lying… I think you like it"

You tried to shake your head, but he was having none of it.

"You say one thing… but your body says another. I can feel your pussy squeezing us, princess. This greedy little cunt… sucking us in… Sasha feels it too, don't you, brother?"

Aleksander's head had fallen against your shoulder, thrust starting to lose their rhythm.

"Yes… so tight… strangling my cock… begging for more…"

"Oh, we're gonna give it more… fill it up with our come… till it's leaking us all over the sheets… and then… we gonna fuck our come right back in…"

"It's time, little brother…" Aleks swept your hair off your shoulder, placing a long, filthy lick up the side of your neck. You obeyed his silent command, turning your head, giving him more space. That’s when you felt them, dry, hard and long, puncturing your skin, setting every nerve of your body on fire, galaxies of sparks bursting behind your eyelids. Stuffed to the brim with their cocks, it was Aleksander's fangs what made you come one final time.

You were still trembling with the aftershocks of the earthquake, the world shattering orgasm, when Billy pushed his wrist into your mouth, something warm and sweet, delectable and addictive filling your mouth, invading your senses. You hungrily sucked, making Billy hiss.

Something inside you sang at the sound, basking in the little bit of pain you caused him after all he had done to you.

But, voracious as you were, Aleksander still sucked your blood faster, making you lightheaded, your grip on Billy's wrist going slack.

As the life was drained out of you, you felt him place one last kiss on your numb lips, as he whispered,

“Welcome to the family, little sister.”

“Backyard Defenders” by Noël Kristi Wells