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❥ valentín x reader fanfic writer with varying consistency

❥ characters i will write for

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REQUEST RULES/DISCLAIMERS:

❥ i will not write incest, pedophilia (age gap i’m okay with, as long as it’s legal), homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc.

❥ i will not write character x character or oc x character

❥ i will write nsfw, but i don't like writing full smut (unless it's my ocs)

❥ all of my works will have a gender neutral reader, and maybe i’ll write a female reader if it’s specifically requested. i don’t write male reader, sorry!!

❥ if you request a character under the age of 16, the fic/hc will be platonic. i do not write nsfw for characters under 18.

❥ please do not send the same request multiple times. but follow ups are okay.

❥ as long as you’re polite about it and follow the rules above, i will do my best to write your request. i have many requests at the moment so it may take some time. if i do not write your request, it probably means i just don't have the inspiration.

so i’ve never written for jax before BUT i am obv open to it!! just never got a request for it.

he gets off to the feeling of you holding him down and biting his neck, the feeling of your ravenous growls vibrating into his flesh as he squirms from anticipation, and the weight of your body holding him down as you take every drop he gives you.

he might even subconsciously grind himself against your leg as his vision goes blurry from the blood loss and the faint feeling that comes with it. he confuses the feeling of his heart pounding against his ribcage with love, the stars dancing in his peripheral make him dizzy with lust. you could squeeze his cock through his pants and feel him twitch as he comes to your hands.

hes addicted to the feeling of waking up sore the next day, left alone and used to satisfy a creature that only sees him as a meal. he will come back, using the same route he knows you stalk, replenished just enough to do it over again. he doesnt want you feeding off of anyone else afterall.

-💖

i did indeed have a vampire reader x yan lohen oneshot on my list (the list in question has 2 things on it ijbol) but i highly doubt mine will be as good as this 🙏🙏 scrumptious writing u got there

first up is something else tho… next i have hcs of a yan lohen x powerful reader that doesn’t fw him cuz he’d eat that UP

❥ tw: lohen is his own trigger warning. if you're a regular yan reader or just scrolling thru the lohen tag i think you know what you're getting into. reader is afab but gender neutral cuz im nonbinary and need more gender neutral fics that are actually gender neutral. lowercase intended. disgusting perverted lohen. reader lowk matches his freak but not entirely. male masturbation. period sex. fingering. light bondage. oral. blood kink. riding. switch lohen. no use of y/n or name. no ai was used in the making of this fic fuck ai and don't put my work into ai. i dont think im writing smut like this again cuz im asexual lmao so enjoy this.

❥ a/n: that first general yandere lohen hcs post did pretty well. so here's a follow up. it's not exactly a part two but it can be connected. also ik my posts have been slower and slower and that's bc in january i made the decision to go back to school.. and i got a 4.0 gpa (which is really funny bc. by day i am an academic weapon. and by night i'm a filthy yandere gooner... es em ache.) which is good but god does it take up SO much time. wish i had the time (and motivation) 2 write more <3

lohen loves blood.

blood represents the most vulnerable part of a person. when you are cut or scarred, broken and in need of assistance, your blood is what's exposed. when you are in danger, bleeding is your body's way of showing that it's reaching its breaking point. when you are embarrassed and flustered, your blood rushes to your face. it's the vulnerability of blood that lohen finds attractive. when he's in a fight and his opponent's blood begins to slather the field, his bloodthirst only spikes. when he notices his blood on his clothes or dripping out of his skin, he takes a moment to admire it. he sees it as a sign that his battle is just getting started.

but he especially loves blood when it's yours.

when you got an accidental paper cut while sorting through the knights of favonius's paperwork, lohen offered to suck on it. initially, he told you it's to "dull the pain" and he "saw it in a handbook once" but in reality, it's simply because the taste of your blood turns him on.

it was so intimate, how he carefully guided your finger to his mouth and swirled his tongue around your wound as he sucked it dry. when he was done, he reluctantly released your finger and casually walked away to deal with his very obvious boner. (he even began to sneak into your office late at night and sharpen the edges of your papers and desk to increase the chances of an injury he can "help" you with again.)

he figured that would be the peak of his encounters with your blood. until he looked through your laundry, as he usually does, and noticed blood stains on your underwear. that was new. and it wasn't like the usual blood he sees in his every day life. this was different. this was your menstrual blood.

his pants never felt so tight in his life. the thought of blood coming out of your uterus made him crave you even more than he already did. it was blood that will come out no matter what you do, with no way of preventing it other than pregnancy. and it happened every month? and you got cramps, which gave you near-excruciating pain besides the bleeding? what a gold mine for lohen.

he studied the color, taste, and scent of your blood harder than he ever studied one of the knights' handbooks. his tongue explored your blood-stained underwear and he rubbed the excess blood over his sensitive, leaking tip. a light pink mixture of his precum with your blood was a sight so enthralling to him, it kept him jerking off all night. the only reason he stopped was because your taste faded away and was replaced by his sloppy, clearly feral saliva that seeped into the fabric of your underwear. by morning, his body was sore and there was sweat dripping down from his neck all the way down to his overstimulated cock.

and that was all before he officially started dating you. and fucking you.

when you began your relationship, you'd immediately go to him for help when your cramps weren't very kind to you. and like the good boyfriend he is, he told you everything will be okay as he held you in his lap and massaged your stomach area to relieve the ache. but you wouldn't mind if his hands drifted down a bit, right? when his fingers reached under your pants and between your folds, you couldn't help but let out a moan and grind into his fingers. like the good boyfriend he is, he made you feel pleasure to drown out the pain. but as enticing as your pleasure sounds, he still likes to see you in pain. he lifted his fingers out of your pants before you finished, just because he loves to see you whining in frustration. the way you look at him all flustered from his teasing is enough to make him cum in his pants. he licked his fingers clean afterwards, letting you know how good you taste before he left you to your own devices.

but he knew you'd get back at him for that.

that same day, before you both went to sleep, you casually mentioned that your cramps were starting to flare up again. but he knew you were lying. he knew how to read you and memorized your body language, so he could always tell when you were actually in pain. but he decided to humor you anyway. he gave you a fake pout, pulling your body closer to his and lightly teasing you with a: "come on, a little tummy ache shouldn't get you down. but i know you must be in a lot of pain. is there anything i can do to help you?"

(he really enjoyed seeing you in pain, actually. he loved when you were on your period. especially because he could always tell in advance. he tracked your cycle in his head, so there was not a single month where he missed it. not only because he is sexually into your pain, but he enjoys the dependency you have on him. you always need his help to feel better. he brings you the food and cuddles you ask for. he's more than excited to use his tongue to help you clean up if you ever bled through your pants or bedsheets. you're just so cute when you rely on him. and even cuter when he denies you. he joyfully watches how you cry in pain or struggle to walk without him. he still helps you in the end because he cares about you, but he stops to enjoy the pathetic sight of your neediness for at least a few minutes.)

when he asked if you needed any assistance with your cramps, he didn't expect you to take your pants off to reveal that you weren't wearing underwear... or a pad. (he did expect that, actually. he could smell his favorite scent from a mile away.) his erection didn't take much time to grow, especially when you took his pants off as well and slowly began to warm him up by running your finger across his length. teasing him by moving as slow as possible with only one finger, the normally confident lohen was groaning under your touch. as much as you wanted to tease him and then edge him for as long as possible, you wanted to get straight to business. you lowered your bloody cunt over his throbbing cock and he tried with all his might not to tilt his head back onto the pillows, despite the overwhelming pleasure he felt in that moment. he couldn't look away. he couldn't miss a single second of the sight of you coating his dick in red. with the smell of iron, sweat, and precum in the room filling his senses to a state of euphoria... until you pulled yourself off of him before he could cum. just as a little revenge for what he did to you earlier that day.

upon realizing your plan, lohen grabbed you and pinned you back to the bed before you could leave him blue balled. but he wasn't mad at you. in fact, he was fired up. he loved a good little back-and-forth, and he refused to lose.

after rummaging through the bedside drawer, lohen found his favorite rope that he uses on you regularly. he tied your hands together in a knot, in a way that would hurt you the more you moved. so all you needed to do was sit still and be good for him while his mouth lowered to your needy arousal.

starting with some small kitten licks to your clit, he looked up for your reaction. frustrated and impatient.. just as he likes it. after teasing you for what felt like an eternity, the speed of his tongue finally increased. he spread your thighs apart for better access, and sloppily lapped up your cunt and swallowed as much of your blood as he could. you were squirming in pleasure with no way to move without irritating your tied wrists more than they already were. you were at his mercy, with no way to escape from the warmth of his curious tongue.

but there is nothing lohen loves more than the feeling of you tugging on his hair when he eats you out. so he reluctantly saved you from your wrist pain, untying you and leading you to tug on his hair and bury his head further into your cunt. his lustful eyes didn't look away from yours once. even as he used his fingers to spread your folds apart and suck the bud in between, he was still looking up at you. your blood tastes sweet, but the sight of your composure crumbling on his mouth is just as sweet. squirming, moaning, and quickly reaching your climax because of his skillful tongue.

he humped the blood-stained bedsheets underneath him, not only getting off on the feeling of your blood in his mouth, but the stains he rubbed his dick against would've been enough for him to quench his thirst of you. and it was. he came easily, leaving his thick ropes of cum to mix alongside your stains on the sheets.

as he came, the vibrations of his moans grew in intensity against your puffy clit. it pushed you further and further to finishing with him. but when lohen felt your thighs begin to twitch around him, his mouth immediately left your arousal.

it was hard enough trying to manage a clingy, lovesick knight that won't take no for an answer. you thought that was cute when you first met him, and how he'd coincidentally run into you everywhere you went. his uniform was always stained with blood, with some sweat dripping down his face that you perceived as endearing rather than dirty. he had an oddly creepy enthusiasm when it came to interacting with you, but you brushed it off as just a little unique trait of his. his teasing yet clingy personality always kept you on your toes, wondering what creative excuse he'd come up with this time to spend more time nagging you than actually doing his duties.

you knew he was strong. but you weren't aware of how reckless he was when you first met. he picked fights for the fun of it. he saw blood and bruises as trophies instead of hindrances. his pain represented his achievements, and that was something he often utilized as bait for you to concern over his well-being.

you'd massage his shoulders, chastising him for swinging his weapons with too much force. then he'd casually mention that his scars were burning as well, leading you into fussing over yet another injury that magically doubled in severity the last time you saw it. you'd trace your fingers over his scars, which drove him mad. a chill would run down his spine and he'd shudder, relishing in the touch of your gentle hands while imagining what it'd feel like for those same hands to tightly grip his throat. dazed eyes looked up at you in anticipation while you slowly went on a tour of his body littered in a mixture of major and minor injuries that he never had a shortage of. while you were concerned and slightly annoyed by his rash behavior, he was already plotting in his head how he'd ruin your kind, caring nature and replace it with hatred for him. just the thought of you yelling insults at him and pitifully attempting to fight back had him excited. you could tell just by the tent in his pants and the drool that escaped from his mouth every single day as he let you nurse him for a few weeks.

his plan was put in motion one day when his patience ran out. he never wanted to wait anyway. nothing triggered him to snap. it was simply on a whim when he decided the time was right and he'd finally take you for himself.

it was excruciating for him to wait. his patience was tested every day you walked past him and your scent would fill his nose. it always reminded him of how he'd steal your clothes in the middle of the night and jerk off with them in his hands, not even bothering to muffle his moans. he got off on the thought that you could've caught him at any moment. he didn't even bother washing them thoroughly afterwards either. his cock would grow even harder the next day when he saw you wearing the same clothes he beat himself to the night before, knowing the small stains and scent you haven't noticed are his. the remnants of his pleasure was all over your body, and there was nothing you would've been able to do about it, since you figured the scent was just from your new soap you started using on your laundry.

your other belongings weren't safe either. that bandage you threw away after using it to cover a minor cut was licked and sucked on so severely that the bloodstains were gone, and you had no idea the new gauze lohen used were just your old ones, since they looked so clean and good as new. he really didn't care that his wounds took longer to heal because of the used bandages. he didn't care that they burn longer and scar deeper. it shows how dedicated he is in his obsession. his body is an art museum of his lust and he puts the "pain" in the paintings.

he couldn't wait any longer. he had to have you, even though you trusted him. you took care of him and spent so much time with him. you were so kind to him. but nothing from the weeks of your kindness filled him with more pleasure than the fearful, teary-eyed look you gave him the second you woke up in his basement with rope tying you down.

"you always knew it would end this way, right? you were tempting me every day. every single second you were around me. man, it took all of my self-control to resist you for this long... but you and i both know i'm not the kind of guy to hesitate when i find my target."

he spoke to you as if you were some sort of animal he hunted. the prey that he'd rip to pieces and hang up on his wall. and as much as he wished he could see you like that, what's the fun in killing you? if you were gone, he wouldn't be able to play with you anymore. that's another reason why he seemed a bit careless when it came to your security. your ropes were oddly loose, and there were plenty of objects in the basement that you could use as a weapon if you needed to. almost as if he was teasing you. willingly giving you the resources you needed to escape as bait, confident that he'd always catch you in the end. unfortunately, you fell right into his trap.

you were tired of his love. he always felt the need to ruin you every single day. then he'd kiss it all better and hold you while you cry over the pain and exhaustion. if you tapped out he'd stop, not because he particularly cared for your physical well-being, but because it's not fun to play with prey that won't run away or fight back.

he'd hurt you, tease you, then he'd praise you for taking him so well. you were his pretty little thing that was oh so strong for being able to handle him. it was difficult to pin down exactly what he wanted from you. did he want you to love him back? did he want you to sexually desire him in the same perverted way he did to you? or did he want you to hate his guts? it was confusing, and tiring. you had to escape. there was no way you'd be able to put up with him any longer.

when he left for his usual knightly duties, sloppily kissing you goodbye without caring about the fact that you never returned his affection, you knew that was the moment you'd leave. and you got quite far considering the fact that you didn't bother to look back once to see him tailing after you.

you ran through the woods of mondstadt, praying to the archons that you wouldn't be seen by another knight. you were running on nothing but an empty stomach and adrenaline, hoping you'd at least reach liyue by morning. but your exhaustion got the better of you, and you decided to camp out in the trees for the night. until a familiar voice called out:

"you call that an escape? i've seen rats shimmy out of traps smoother than this!"

you sprung up and ran away as fast as you could, hearing lohen's manic and gleeful laughs not too far away. he seemed to enjoy the chase far more than anything he already did to you.

but you couldn't outrun him. you never will.

you weren't running for long before you felt a sharp pain in your legs, letting out a cry and falling to the ground. lohen's knife had been thrown into your thigh, immediately crushing your hopes of an escape. muffling your cries with a hand over your mouth, he quietly shushed you like you were a child with a temper tantrum.

i really love your work!! you carry your words out quite well, add some details but make it abundandly clear how it really is - i find that really admirable haha!! :))

wait hi omg this is so cute?? im so honored?? i giggled and kicked my feet reading this anon <3

straight out of training, he was assigned the crucial role of taking care of the royal family. unfortunately, he didn’t get to become your personal knight, but that’s okay. he’ll climb up the ranks soon. or at least he thinks he will. in reality, the reason why he isn’t your personal knight is because he sucks at it.

it's because he’s been distracted by you ever since he first saw you during his trainee days. all trainees were required to meet the royal family they'd be working for, and that's when he saw you. you didn't care about him. you didn't even look at him. but he knew you eventually would. right then and there, he decided that he'd dedicate his life to loving you, and you'd (hopefully) love him in return.

he used to be pretty good at what he does. not the strongest guy around, but not weak either. he had a good sense of athleticism, a clear mind, and he was usually able to stay focused. but now he can’t guard anything because he’ll abandon post to take care of his... urges. his mind would drift to your soft, beautiful lips and your oh so piercing gaze, then his pants would begin to tighten, so he’d run to the nearest private area to take care of himself.

…only to get in trouble with his superiors for neglecting his responsibilities. but he didn't care. it was worth it. he got to imagine himself inside of you for a solid 18 seconds before he came. and it felt fucking amazing. for 18 seconds.

when he was assigned to guarding your family, he was incredibly excited. not only because it's a high honor to shield the royal family from the horrors of the world, but he'd finally be able to see you more than that one singular time he saw you. in his mind, seeing you more = more material to imagine scenarios of you that he’ll stroke his dick to at least 4 times a day. and perhaps even be able to court you and become your protector for the rest of your life.

the worst part is that he’s convinced that he’s impressive and will inevitably woo you. he's incredibly cocky about his mediocre abilities in hopes that you'd be in awe. he follows you around every day (he's not really allowed to.) and tells you about how he was the top of his class (no he was not.) and how capable he is of protecting you, (he's really not.) so you should totally promote him to become your personal knight. (you probably shouldn't.) and maybe even become your consort someday. (in his dreams, maybe.)

you knew how he felt about you since he excused himself to the bathroom a little too often. so out of curiosity you went to check on him, only to hear him pathetically screaming your name for the entire kingdom to hear and not even bothering to clean up what he leaves behind. at first you pretended not to notice, but after a few weeks of this went by, you decided to take advantage of the situation.

he'd bragged about his sex life to you before in an attempt to impress you. he told you he'd slept with at least a hundred people (he's a virgin) and he knows pretty much everything about how to please someone (no he does not.) so you figured you might as well give him a chance, just out of curiosity.

and boy oh boy did you quickly realize how much of a loser he was. the second you pulled him aside to go to your room he was already hard. when you told him about your intentions, he unbuckled his belt and his knees hit the floor before you could even finish your sentence. if you looked closely you could even see some drool escape his mouth. he'd been WAITING for that moment... and it was obvious.

it was also obvious that he'd been lying to you about his experience from the way that his usual confident persona crumbled. as soon as you were undressed and ready, he awkwardly shifted and asked questions such as: "so i.. put my fingers in there, right? and move them..?" "also... um.. where's it supposed to go again...? i mean, not that i don't know, i just... wanted to make sure YOU know..."

he finished within 5 seconds. he was so flustered, his face was red and he cleared his throat before saying: "listen, it was.. a long day. that's all."

it was nothing like how he imagined in his head. in his dreams, he'd smoothly carry you to your bed and you'd make love for hours, then he'd wake you up the next morning with a plate of breakfast in his hand, ready to protect you and stay by your side the whole day. but sadly, his virgin ass couldn't last a minute to make his dream come true.

he ran off and slammed his head against a nearby wall in embarrassment.. leaving you without finishing. and naked. and defenseless.

(huge tw for abuse and depictions of pain)

perhaps.

the typical pain he gets off on is some pressure to his skin, a slap, chokehold, or some hair pulling here and there during intimacy. it’s so romantic in his eyes. the visible marks it’ll leave, and the energy you must expend in order to inflict pain on someone. you could spend that energy doing anything else, and you chose to use it on him. so when you do it to him, he’s honored and you can clearly tell by the arousal growing in his pants. just feeling the warmth of your skin as you hit him for a split second sends him to cloud nine. it leaves him craving more. always chasing that high, even at the cost of some pain for a few minutes, maybe even hours. waking up the next day to some bruises and scratches along his skin keeps him in a prideful, euphoric state. he’ll refuse to apply an ointment or bandages as he sees it as a badge of honor. perhaps he’ll even take pictures despite his insecurity of his body.

but if it’s more severe? well, unfortunately, he’s so obsessed with you that he’d accept the abuse. he’d take the violence and jump through hurdles to try and justify it. he’d just pass it off as your way of loving him.

i think bayani’s biggest fear is being ignored. being seen as forgettable, or useless. he derives pleasure off of your violence because it’s likely the only form of twisted affection he’s ever, and will ever, feel. he endures being treated as your personal punching bag as he genuinely believes he’s helping you in a way. kiss him or hit him, it’s almost the same to him if you don’t teach him to think otherwise.

it’s much better than throwing him away. leaving him to the streets or back to his depressing life in a shitty apartment watching videos of you on repeat. if you genuinely love him and hit him, he feels as if he’s basically at the gates of heaven. he’s never felt love anyway, so that must be it, right?

but if you hate him and hit/yell at him, i think he’ll try to accept the mental and physical toll it takes on him. he’d willingly endure the abuse even though deep down a voice is likely telling him it doesn’t feel good. he just wants to be around you. see you. feel you. if he must feel the warmth of your skin through your incessant punches and kicks, then so be it. if he must hear your voice through your yelling and scolding over simply walking or talking incorrectly, then he’ll slip up any day just to hear those pretty sounds come out of your mouth. it’s attractive because it’s you. it’s attractive because you’re keeping him around.

characters i will write for

you can find it on my pinned post… which has been there for almost 2 years.

So, is there any others monsters you would add?

And, can you talk more about the fairie/fae? (The tiny boy with wings)

(BTW english is not my mother language, so sorry if I said something weird)

i would love to add more monsters! (og monster village post found here!) they just have a small criteria: the monster would have to be a popular, or somewhat generic monster. like vampires, zombies, ghosts, etc. those kinds of monsters have HUNDREDS of books and movies about them, so i have little to no research to do if i want to write about them. it’s nice to have the creative freedom to write whatever i want about them without stressing about how accurate it would be.

fun fact: originally when i wrote the first draft of the yandere monster village, it was MUCH longer and it was a more straightforward story with an actual plot. the story would follow you, the human reader, embarking on a journey to explore a mysterious monster village that you found yourself in, and on the way you’d meet the yandere monsters and they’d fall for you one by one. but i scrapped that idea because it required a lot of worldbuilding and just sounded like a ton of work.

in the story i included fauns, upirs, centaurs, nymphs, and oddly enough, for some reason: arachne. those monsters were scrapped from the final cut because they were niche and had certain traits that were unanimously decided upon in the media, so i didn’t include them in the end because i realized i didn’t have as much freedom to write them how i wanted. most of the monsters in my draft were more mythology or culturally related in some sort of way that i didn’t want to butcher. so IF i add more monsters to the monster village, it would be something folklore-y or magical/whimsical. like a zombie, ghost, dragon, etc. i am open to suggestions too!

the fairy man is quite sad. i wrote him because i really wanted to make a pathetic yandere monster that has the lowest chance of obtaining a romantic relationship with the reader. mostly due to the size difference, since he is like 6 inches tall, but he has deadly competition with the other monsters. not only is he the smallest, he’s also the weakest. so he really doesn’t have a chance. and he is aware of this fact, which is why it’s sad that he tries so hard to impress the reader. he is submissive and eager to please, as he is desperate to be chosen. i’ll write a longer post about him like i did with the yandere werewolf and merman, and i’ll go more in depth about his backstory and personality rather than making him another one of my surface level sub yanderes lol. so look out for a yandere fairy post soon!

i added a ton of fandoms to my fandoms i write for list cuz i got bored and was like why tf not.. so feel free to start requesting those!!

also i am aware that my breaks in between posts are getting longer and longer SO i was thinking of making shorter posts. a lot of my stuff takes me hours to write and edit, so i was like: hmm what if i just made them shorter? maybe i could make more short n sweet headcanons instead of long-ish drabbles that take me weeks to publish? like the mortal kombat 1 boys jealousy hcs post took me 12 hours straight to write 🫩🤞 sat down and wrote allat in one day only taking breaks for meals which im pretty sure isn’t good

btw the reason im slow cuz i always second guess my writing. i love getting compliments about how in-character my writing is sometimes, so i’m rlly bent on making sure every character i write is as canon to their personality and backstory as possible (unless im writing them yandere.) like i diligently read and watch wiki pages and analysis vids on these characters. i swear i put more effort into this than my studies ijbol

BUT i just wanted to update y’all and say that maybe?? just MAYBE?? i might post more?? if this shorter hcs thing works?? no promises tho cuz every time i say i’ll post i end up never posting ijbol

also this doesn’t mean i’m never gonna write longer scenarios again, i’m def still doing those

yes… but also no

i have an image in my head for all the characters but i wouldn’t say any of them are canon (except for the vampire.) you’re free to imagine them however you want!!

the only character with a specific appearance in mind is the vampire lady. i remember the inspo for her character came from an older woman i saw on tiktok around her 50s with salt and pepper hair and a fair complexion and i was like “how does she look 20 yet shes actually 50?? shes like a vampire” and BOOM brain blaaaast!!! vampire lady was born.

so yeah uh none of them really have a canon appearance, so imagine them however you want. if you’d like them to be a bit more humanoid, great! if you want them to be a bit more monster-like, that’s also great!

YANDERE MERMAN X READER HCS (PART TWO)

WARNINGS: average yandere tendencies such as stalking, possessiveness and obsessive romance, gender neutral reader, lowercase intended, reader is the only human and monarch and it's kind of a one sided relationship cuz the reader doesnt gaf about the merman, merman is kind of a whiny little flirty brat, also in the first part i mentioned that he "had no friends" but i consistently bring up his fellow merfolk in this bc. he doesn't see them as friends. he's a bitch to everyone but you <3

A/N: so i got requests to add more hcs to like. all the monsters. which was a pleasant surprise. i thought you guys would only like the werewolf and merman but i also got a crazy amount of vampire requests. which is pretty cool cuz i thought she'd be the least fav. i wasn't aware y'all were into milfs but.. respect. also this has been rotting in my drafts for a few months and i'm posting it now cuz. today is my birthday :)

first part of hcs here!

THE YANDERE MERMAN is riddled with envy each time he catches the sight of your other faithful subjects interacting with you. his cheeks puff and turn red with anger, as he childishly crosses his arms as if you could even see him in his jealous state. he despises the fact that he can only interact with you when you visit the shore of the village. it's unfair. it's not his fault he can't traverse the land! he's tried numerous times, but to no avail. his form shrivels without the water and his tail transitions from smooth to rigid, much like a dry leaf. the scales littered across his cheekbones turn dull, and his vision blurs. every time this incident occurs, he hopes you'll come to his rescue and save him like the damsel in distress he is, only for him to be carried back into the sea by his fellow merfolk instead.

THE YANDERE MERMAN swims laps along the shore of your castle, hoping to catch a glimpse of you through one of your windows. he frequents areas such as the bathroom or your bedroom, hoping you'll be there. when you are, he squeals and splashes around happily as if he had just won an award. he attempts to shoot water towards the window to catch your attention, but to no avail. unfortunately, your castle is too far away for him to reach, even with his water. after throwing a fit for a few minutes, he gives up and settles for watching you instead. but unfortunately, his tantrums usually end around the same time that you leave the room. how unlucky.

THE YANDERE MERMAN refuses to entertain the thought of seeing anyone else. they aren't you, so why should he care? he doesn't see a problem with scolding those that attempt to court him. it's not uncommon to find a crying villager running away from the beach after being rejected by the infamous merman. he's mostly sought after because of his looks. he's gained quite the reputation in the village for his beautiful appearance, since he prioritizes maintaining good hygiene and holding onto precious jewels.

but he maintains his appearance for you. he isn't trying to impress anyone else. in fact, it frustrates him that pretty much every citizen in the kingdom has confessed to or at least complimented him, except for you. that fact motivates and vexes him simultaneously.

it means you aren't so easily won over. it's a battle he is willing to fight, knowing that he deserves to come out on top. and once he does, he'll be filled with a sense of victory, as all of his hard work would be worth it.

sadly, that also means it'll be difficult to win your affections. he's willing to polish each of his scales delicately every single day. he'll scrub his skin with algae. he'll force his fellow merfolk to fetch him the shiniest pearls from the bottom of the ocean if he has to. each time you visit him, you'll likely notice a trail of seashells leading to him and a pile of colorful sea glass available for you to choose from. all supplied by the merfolk your favorite merman!

THE YANDERE MERMAN's charms never work, as you speak with him on strictly professional terms. you only interact with him for political reasons, as he is seen as the leader of the merfolk and you have to catch him up to speed on several matters in the kingdom. as you discuss various issues, he simply nods along and stares into your eyes with a dopey grin, without listening to a single word you're saying.

he typically offers a "business meeting" which is just a date in disguise. he flirts with you the entire time and attempts to utilize his charms to deviate you from the matters you wish to discuss. during the "business meeting," he'll casually question your relationship status and subtly mention all of his skills and strengths to convince you to romance him (it really isn't subtle at all he's basically sobbing on his knees clinging to you and begging for you to pick him)

you want to know what else annoys THE YANDERE MERMAN? he's annoyed by you. yes, you. why don't you visit him more often outside of political matters? since he can't be on land, why can't you just... move your castle closer to the sea? oh? that wouldn't be very beneficial to the rest of the monsters in the village, you say? well, who cares about them? surely they don't need you as much as he does… right?

i have actually been getting quite a few messages about this and i’m sorry for not writing as much, but anything on my lists of fandoms i write for is fair game and you can request anything on there. i know it’s been a while, but if i ever stop writing for mortal kombat, i’ll remove it from the list.

thank you anonymous!! :) also the yandere monsters do not have names as of right now. mostly because i can't think of names without it sounding cringe cuz theyre like. mythical creatures right. so id want them to have fantasy-like names that are easy to remember and simple to pronounce. which. i havent thought of yet.

BUT i also understand that i should probably give them names soon so it isnt confusing when people request for just. werewolf. or vampire. it sounds vague right. so i'll eventually give them names. i'd love for y'all to help me out and send me some suggestions!!

also. i have over a hundred asks in my inbox rn, about 20 of them added over the past week. and i'd say out of all my asks a solid quarter of them are monster village related. i'm still writing about them, dont worry!! hopefully the next post is more of those hcs.

so to those of you that have been asking me to write about them more, i WILL!! fear not my dear readers. i'll try to work on creating more of a balance between all of the characters and fandoms i write for. i want ALL of my followers to feel fed. i gotchu <3