Hey, I Really Love Your Writing! Could We Possibly Get A Yandere! Juleka Couffaine/Purple Tigress X Laid-back!

Dammon x reader

You work in a shop not far from his forge.

Dammon takes a break every day to look at you with a yearning look.

You don't even realize that someone is watching you while you go about your normal routine.

Dammon greedily remembers every little thing about you.

Every evening, before going to bed, a man scrolls through your image in his head.

Sometimes his brain rewards him. He dreams about you. How you tenderly hug him, seeing him off to work, and kiss him passionately when he returns.

He wakes up lost and excited. Half asleep, he searches for you with his hand, but then remembers.

Dammon is terribly embarrassed.

He cursed himself for never having decided to talk to you.

The next day, his day off. Dammon feels especially brave. He finally decides to visit your store to get to know you.

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!”

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: 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.

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 swear he hit his finger with a hammer at least once because he was staring at you.

Shinso is such a kitten ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

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 💖💖💖💖

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 ~

Hopefully I'll be free soon and be able to handle inquiries \(._.)/

Squid Game AU.

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

Pairing: Yandere!Guard!Adrien x Reader

tw: obsession, mentions of murder

-Every morning, Adrian puts on a mask in front of the mirror, without even throwing a short glance at his face. Perhaps soon it will help him forget that he is a not human until the games are over. Perhaps then it will become a little easier for him.

-A triangle is drawn on his mask. It stands above the circle, but below the square. Give directions to the first figures and obey the second. This is a simple rule. Adrian doesn't know why he keeps repeating this to himself. Maybe because he is afraid to forget. If he break the rules, he will die. The rules are simple. Just keep it.

-The first time he pays attention to you when you cut a shape out of candy. You got a triangle. Just like the drawing on his mask. Your hands are shaking a little, but you are optimistic as you hum to yourself. You shake your head in rhythm and freeze when he's shadow falls on you. You lift your head and look at him. Adrian also freezes for some reason. After that, you just smile faintly, wave your hand casually at him and return to the game.

-"What was it?" in panic, Adrian thinks for a few more hours after the game ends.

-You get food and thank him politely. Everytime. As if feeding you is not their responsibility, but a generous gesture. Adrian tries to remember contact with your hands. He suddenly realizes how small your hands are compared to his.

-At night some woman throws a tantrum demanding to take her to the toilet. When Adrian opens the door with several other guards, he notices you standing modestly with a woman. You smile guiltily. He wonders if you recognize him. And then he remembers about the mask with the uniform and realizes that it is not. There was no way you could recognize him. Unfortunately.

-You are the first to leave the restroom and wait for the woman next to him, you rolling from heels to toes. "Mr. Triangle, I like the color of your uniform."

-Why? Why did you say that? What the hell? Do you even understand where you are and what he has the right to do with you????

-This night Adrian is no longer afraid for himself. He doesn't think about work at all. Thinks about you and your destiny. How is such a naive and kind flower supposed to survive here? What made you come here? If he had met you earlier, he would not have allowed you to appear here. He would help with your problems, even if it are beyond his capabilities. But what can he do now?

-The next day he takes you to the restroom again. Adrian goes with you hand in hand, not by the rules close, and at some point, grabs your hand. You cry out in surprise, but nothing happens and you calm down. And then you feel that he is handing you a folded piece of paper.

- "Don't make a mess there, 034" he says coldly, hoping you can take the hint and get rid of the prompt for the next game. You will understand. He has no doubts. After all, you are his smart girl.

- He'll figure out how to get you out of here. Or he will do anything to guide you through. But for now, a little clue will do. You will use it wisely. He doesn't doubt you. After all, you are his dear, smart, girl.