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Hiya! I’ve got a request.

I wonder how the yandere DSMP (specifically Wilbur, Schlatt, and Technoblade) would be with a compliant darling after having been kidnapped. This can be as fluffy or dark as you’d like.

Make sure to drink water, have a snack, and get some rest. 💜

(hello! Thank you for the first request! Enjoy!)

(p.s. I wasn't sure if you wanted characters or irl people, so I did irl for Wilbur, specifically because I feel like I don't have a good handle on this character quite yet, but I did character for the other two.)

Triggers: Mention of kidnapping, threats, dark themes, yandere like behaviors, delusional behavior, unhealthy relationships, forced relationship. Please be careful while reading. Thank you!

(gn! Pronouns. Mainly just using first person pronouns.)

WILBUR

Wilbur is a delusional, and aggressive yandere.

So the man already had a whole daydream planned, and was fully prepared for your struggling.

If anything he was planning for some struggling.

Least to say when he found out how compliant you were being, he was suspicious.

I mean don't get me wrong, he loved it!

But how could he know you weren't acting, for all he knew you were trying to trick him!

So he tried not to be too.. comfortable at first. He kept his guard up.

He always made sure you were secure in your little room, every day.

He never tried anything to scare you. But he was going to play it safe.

~

It started with him just bringing you your three meals for the day. Not saying a word, but just set the food down and left.

But…

Then it started to get hard for him not to say something. I mean, he DID go through all this effort of kidnapping you, and yet he had not done anything with you.

So it started small, with a shy "..hello.." with him, with a light pink dusting his face.

But then things quickly began to progress, with starting small talk between you and him.

He was so happy that you would respond and not just hide away!

Before both of you knew it, Wilbur was giving small gentle kisses on your forehead.

And one thing led to another, and he let you out of your room for once.

He was very cautious at first, following me around every room.

But that quickly was knocked down a bit.

Why?

Well he felt he could somewhat trust you after the tv incident.

It went something like this:

You were sitting on his couch, legs crossed and a blanket around your shoulder. Your back was slouched slightly, as you leaned forward. Your attention had been on a large digital device all day.

Hey, it was a really good show!

As crazy as it sounds, Wilbur was jealous of the tv. You had been looking at that damn thing all day! I mean, come on darling! Wilby baby needs attention!

He puffed out his cheeks and stomped over to you, crossing his arms. The stomping caught your attention, and you looked over to see your…"lover?" Standing by the couch looking upset.

"Is... everything okay?" You asked in a worried and curious tone.

Wilbur expressed his odd jealous feelings to you. He had expected you to simply shrug and turn around. Instead you're sweet ass, turn to him with open arms after turning off the TV. You expressed your apologies, and offered him the rest of your attention.

~

After that day, Wilbur can see your entire future together. Maybe moving to a place next to the coast, having a kid or two. Or if you're not into kids you could have a pet or two!

Overview: Wilbur would start off very suspicious, but would slowly give in and let his fantasies take over. You better not hurt this boy, because you made the mistake of not struggling...now your stuck...

Word count: 519

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C!SCHLATT

Schlatt didn't like that too much.

He wants someone who is independent, like him!

So when you started doing what he said...he wasn't sure how to react.

That was before, the little bit of shock and confusion quickly disappeared.

You would see a conniving smirk slowly mold onto his face.

Oh, you poor dear darling…

You have put yourself in a place of doom...for a while at least.

But, hell is still hell.

Schlatt would make you do the majority of his dirty work, that he couldn't be seen doing.

You would kinda be a little servant to him.

Even if you wanted to speak up, would you?

I mean, you are just a submissive little mule, right?

~

Remember when I said a short amount of time?

Yeah, he would get bored rather quickly.

If you weren't acting on your own in a way, and relying on him for everything...well

BAM!

shot in the head.

He needs someone that can keep up with his pace. He's a busy man, he doesn't need a someone who will fight against him, but he also doesn't want someone who has to be told everything.

Sorry, but sometimes complaint is what all yanderes are looking for.

(sorry if this was out of character for his character. Please do tell me if so! I would love to know. Thank you!)

Word count: 205

C!TECHNOBLADE

Technoblade is a possessive and slightly delusional yandere.

He wasn't too sure what to think at first.

But, similar to Wilbur, he had a life planned for you.

It took him a little bit to get comfortable with you, actually.

But once he settled and was used to you being there with him, it didn't take him long to start loving on you.

To him, you are just like the gods he loves to ramble about.

You are like a whole different being from a whole separate universe, and universe only of the most pure and holy beings.

He has always wanted to worship you, for the god/goddess/entity you are.

So when you started off compliant, he was over the moon. But of course he wouldn't show this.

The plan to his "dream life" with you would start out small, to eat your love.

He would start with a small flower in your room every morning.

Then he would start to move to cuddle seshes with him while he reads, if you were comfortable with that.

~

But sadly not all things are good...did you forget?

Don't tell me you forgot dear reader…

Oh you silly reader…

I feel the smallest bit of pitty and sympathy for you…

But the rest falls on your foolish head for forgetting..

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They still whisper things to the poor piglin hybrid.

Some times…

Some times he may sway out of balance and almost listen to them..:

~

Your figure was settled under your comforter as the pale moon light leaked into the window. Just barely illuminating the figure standing over you. His eyes were dull as his hand raised. In a tight grip was his axe, shinning from the light bit of moonlight there was. His hand raised itself ready to strike down on your neck.

Just before the Axe swung down onto you, he knocked himself out of it. Some voices yelled at him to continue, while others screamed for him to get away from you.

…

He stayed away from you after awhile.

~

Least to say, dear darling.

You may be safe with Technoblade from the outside world…

But never get to comfortable.

For, it's not just you and technoblade inside that house…

Word count: 374

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Hi! So this is my first request. I hope it filled out some part of your satisfaction! If there is any constructive criticism you can give me I'd greatly appreciate that, it can be from anywhere from the way I portray the character, down to something that is not right in my writing.

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Hi I would like to request a Yandere Dream (character) with a GN Darling.

I’m thinking of something with a little bit of a twist where darling actually loves Dream because Dream had saved them and they view Dream like a savior.

- Dream is just genuinely lovesick for darling

- Darling slowly also became lovesick for Dream?

-maybe darling also kills someone for Dream to save him

-Also maybe some angsty flashbacks?

-Pure honesty I want some pure fluffy twisted love

Thanks!

Alright! So this one is not going to be the normal stuff, it is going to be more of a one shot. I am sorry if that's not your style, but I thought it suited best. This will be a long one, just a heads up.

Triggers: angst,manipulative behavior, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, unhealthy looking up upon someone, God complex, gore described in detail, attempted suicide, some sad shit, mention of deep depression, mention of abuse, little snippets that describe abuse, unhealthy expectations, toxic relationships, unhealthy dependency, description of panic/anxiety attack (in detail), and major yandere behavior. PLEASE BE VERY CAREFUL WHEN READING THIS ONE! IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THESE WALK AWAY. I HAVE PLENTY MORE CONTENT THAT MAY SUIT YOU!

Without further ado... Enjoy.

Gender neutral pronouns (mostly using first person pronouns)

DREAM

~-My Terrible Hero-~

Chains drape around your soul, each link whispers his lies and false hopes. The rattle of the links clashing together fills the empty void with a forever echoing cry for help. Your once forest fire soul, simply burned to a small meek flicker. A soul that was once so powerful and strong willed it could burn down worlds. It could make people follow it's forever glow for the rest of their days. It's heat was sickening. It radiating heat traveled for universes.

But now it holds no resemblance to it's once great form. It now was a simple flake, barely staying a light, helplessly blowing in the windless void, making hopeless attempts to search for it's will.

Your eyes followed the small flake of fire aimlessly floating around, as your vision slowly began to fade away. The flame's flake glow grew dimmer and dimmer quicker with each second. It was hard to tell if it was floating away from you, or if you were floating away from it. Either way, you were sad to see it go. You only ever had this dream every once in a blue moon. Or that's what it seemed like. But every time, it kept feeling longer and longer. Like something was trying to get a message through. There was no point to it, you never understood the message. Ever since you were young, you had that same dream. You were the one to watch that fire die. It wasn't always down hill, sometimes it would begin to grow...but that never lasted long.

In the world of the living, your eyes find themselves fighting the rest of your body to open. The bright sun crept in through the thin slit between your currents. The light hit your face just right, and greeted you with it's faint warmth. A light groan left your lips as you begrudgingly opened your eyes.

The same dull gray painted ceiling greeted you, like it did every morning. It didn't take you long to avert your attention to something else as you sat up. Your legs swung themselves off the side of the bed to dangle, as they await your internal commands to move. Your hands rest palm down onto your mattress, staying stagnant at your sides. Your back positioned itself with a slight slouch, and your eye started forward at the white walls. Your nose picked up the stuffy air, that seemed to be the new normal in your home. Your mouth opened to let out a dry yawn.

Your feet slowly made contact with the cold floor, sending a shiver up your legs. You finally stood and walked in the direction of your bedroom door. It didn't take you long to find yourself standing in front of your food storage, grazing everything you had until something caught your eye. Shortly after you had decided on a small loaf of bread.

"Today is the day." You spoke to yourself aloud.

The river was just about a ten minute walk away. It was deep enough in the forest where no one could find you. You could finally die in peace.

Life had been so unkind to you, so days you truly believed the great god XD truly gave up on you. Other days you would think the universe was making you pay for something you did in a past life. But whenever you began to feel decently okay, your memories would flood back. The wave of PTSD would crash on you, and pull you into a current of guilt and regret. The water of invisible injury would flood your lungs, bringing back the pain from all the strikes they hit you will. The familiar burning in your chest is nothing new. You have experienced the feeling of drowning many times. But that was only in vivid daydreams. So visited feels like a second reality, another universe specifically made just a torture you.

You hug yourself in a weak effort to comfort yourself. Your hands shook, and your breath became rigid, your heartbeat picked up. Your wide eyes slowly began to blink again, and your shaking came to a halt once you slowly crawled back into reality.

You looked down at your half finished loaf and put it back into its rightful placement in the chest. The chest top closed with it's iconic creaking sound. You then walked to your house's main door, and left without anything, except the clothes on your back. And so you began your last walk through the forest. You were kinda glad in a way. I mean, the last thing you would ever see is the beautiful forest around you, and the birds chirping. It was peaceful.

As you walked, the sound of the leaf rustling in the trees, and the crunch of sticks under your feet filled your ears. The smell of the fresh air filled your nose and lungs. The feeling of the prickly leaves grazed your fingertips, and the satisfying greenery of the forest greeted your eyes. The very rare smile painted your dry lip, as you came up on the river. You watched it for a moment without saying anything or moving.

You took off your shoes and set them to the side, letting your toes fall onto the muddy ground, and your feet feel the cool ground. You took slow steps into the water, until it was at your waist. It's current was soft, and welcoming as the water flowed. You slowly sat down, crossing one leg off the other, creating a squished eight shape, (criss cross). The water now reached your neck. You took one last deep breath and let yourself fall back into the water with a bit of a loud splash.

Meanwhile, a certain being had been wandering the forest. His brown boots crushed the sticks and dry leaves under them. The netherite axe hung on his back, with his bow, ready to be drawn at any moment. Though, the male figure stopped in his tracks when he heard the splash of water nearby. He bit his lip under the mask, unsure of his next actions. He couldn't seem to decide if he should walk in another direction or check it out. But in the end the latter was his final decision.

The man pulled his axe out, ready for any potential threats. He walked with caution, making sure to stay practically silent. As he came upon the river, he noticed a human shaped figure in the cloudy water. This was only confirmed more by air bubbles coming up from the water.

The man with the smiley face mask was once again faced with two different choices. Take the risk and save whatever was in there, or just pretend he didn't see anything. The only thing that kept him from walking away wasn't the guilt, but the curiosity would eat at him. So the masked man rolled up his light green hoodie sleeves, and walked into the water, making his black pants wet (to his displeasure). His hands reached out, pulling your passed out figure by the shoulders.

To say the least, the masked man was quite surprised. He noted that you didn't have any forced injuries, or marks on your visible skin, of any fighting. As well, your shoes were placed neatly on the side of the river. It's either you were knocked out and placed into the river, and your killer was nice enough to keep your shoes dry. Or...you did this yourself. The masked man pondered on this for a while, long enough for you to start coughing and waking up. This action startled the male figure causing him to drop you carelessly on accident. The drop caused you to fall onto a rock, hitting the back of your head, this caused blood. The masked face quickly turned his attention to the red cloudy liquid coming from the water. He quickly grabbed you again and picked you bridal style and took you to land, by your shoes.

He didn't know why he did this, but he did. He felt it was right. The masked man began to walk in the direction where he saw your footprints come from. That's when he was met with your home after about ten minutes. The man took a moment to glance at your house, it was a quaint little cabin, with vine and flowers decorating the outside, and a small balcony on the singular second floor room. A small smile painted the man's face for a split second, and he walked inside. He made it quickly to your bedroom, and laid you on the bed. He quickly found the bathroom and washcloths. He placed a warm damp one on your forehead, while he tried his best to bandage up your head injury.

Though instead of leaving you there, he decided to wait till you awoke. So with that, the man got a little nosey and decided to take a look around. But to his dissatisfaction, there was nothing interesting. Like anywhere. Almost as if you were hiding from something or... someone?

His little exploration was cut short by the light groaning that fell from your lips. He turned to face you, and saw your eyes slowly open.

A small and jumbled, "What….what happened?.." left your throat, as your dull eyes scanned over the room. Until they landed on the tall figure standing in a corner. You quickly sat up, but we're halted by the stabbing pain that hit your head. Your hands quickly traveled to the back of your head, cradling your injury to soothe the pain. The figure slowly took a step closer. While you made weak and petty attempts to get away. All while yelling at the figure.

"W-who are you?!"

"What are you doing here?!"

"How did you get here?!"

"What do you want?!"

With each phrase leaving your lips, tears began to well up and fall from your eyes. From both pain and fear. The figure stood still and brought his masked face into the light. But this simply engraved more fear into you once you saw who he was.

It was that iconic and infamous smiley faced mask. That belonged to no other than the smp's biggest manipulator and instigator, Dream.

Dream stood there unsure of how to react. On one hand your crying and screaming was annoying, but on the other he understood your actions. He was a stranger that just showed up in your house. So he reacted the only way he thought was right.

"Shut up, you're gonna hurt your head even more. If you calm down, I'll explain everything that happened."

You sat still and gave a small nod, as your hands clenched making your knuckles white.

"I found you in the nearby river, passed out and thought you were in danger and didn't want you to get hurt, so I followed your footsteps back here." Dream explained readjusting his mask.

You sat there, your eyes just staring at him. While nothing was happening on the outside, the inside was a whole nother story.

He didn't want you to get hurt…

He saved you…

He cared enough to save you…

He got in that dirty water for you…

He walked back to your house for you... instead of just leaving you on the dirty ground…

He bandaged you up…

All for you…

He worried…

You could feel your heart rate pick up, like nothing you had ever felt. Heat traveled to your cheeks, as you looked back up at the figure. Dream saw your flushed cheeks, and stepped closer.

"Are you alright? Your face is red. Do you have a fever?" He placed a hand on your forehead.

"N-no!" You stutter out, but say it a bit louder than needed.

Dream pulled his hand away, "Alright...sorry...but now I have a few questions for you."

You felt your heart drop, "Okay?.."

"How did you end up in the river?"

You frowned your wet brows and looked over to your right, trying to think of an answer. But you were quickly stopped by Dream speaking.

"And don't lie to me. I want the truth."

"How did…-"

"Answer my question." He spoke with a more demanding tone.

A quiet sigh left your lips as you looked down in shame.

"I-I was trying to kill myself…"

Dream raised his brows in a bit of surprise under the mask. Suicide was nothing new to Dream, he knew a lot of people that went out that way. But voluntarily drowning was something new to him. He was curious, so he pressed on.

"Why?"

This question scared you even more, so it took you a while to answer. Dream didn't say anything and just waited for your response.

"I-..."

"..."

"Life hasn't been kind to me…and my home was hell… everyone has left me...I've been hit and abused...I don't have anything left…"

You finally let out, but this earned the response of a 'tsk' from Dream. You look up at him.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"W-wha…"

"Your going to kill yourself because of other people? That is the most pathetic thing ever. I thought you were interesting, but I was wrong. I should have just left you in that river."

Dream turned and began to leave the room, but he was stopped by the sound of a thud on the floor and your weak hands on his ankle. He looked down to see you in tears and on the floor.

"Please! Please don't leave me…" you look down, "Y-you cared! You cared enough to save me! You cared enough to bring me back here! You cared enough to try and fix me up!"

You looked up at Dream with the disgusting sight of tears running down your face, mixing with the snot leaking from your red nose.

Dream scoffed in disgust.

You slowly stood up, the best you could. "Please...take me with you...I'll do whatever you want me to. Just… don't leave me. Let me repay you...you're my savior."

Dream stood there, thinking of what you just said. You were so pathetic, so dumb, so… naive. But not useless...you were weak, but seemed devoted... devoted to him. You could be useful.

Dream let out a long drawn out sigh, "Fine, you can come with me. But you better keep up, and stay quiet."

You quickly nodded, whipping your tears, "Yes sir!"

Sir?

Sir…

Sir.

That was a new one...he liked it. You were going to be a fun little toy. While Dream did see you as weak, he liked how you called him your savior. Like he was a god. Like he was your god…

"Get whatever you think you'll need and meet me outside." Dream said leaving the room.

You were quick to pick up a small bag, and pack a few clothes and other essential items into the bag. You also grabbed your iron sword, and bow. It was all you had. You quickly, but carefully made your way downstairs and out the door. Dream looked you up and down before presenting you with another question.

"Where's your armor?"

"Oh..uh...I don't...I don't have any.."

He let out an annoyed sigh and shook his head.

"Whatever, I'll just give you an extra set when we get back to my house."

Your eyes lit up and you nodded, "Thank you sir-"

Dream nodded and began to walk in the direction of the river, you followed close behind, and kept your eyes on Dream.

"I think I'm in love. He cares, he really cares. I've barely known him for a day, and I feel like I want to marry him. He's great! He's my god. And I will be his most devoted follower. I'll be the one to build his church. I'll be the one to kneel for hours without break. I'll be the one to give him my gifts and sacrifices. It'll be me. Just me!"

You kept following Dream while lost in your thoughts, you kept your gaze on Dream. Little did you know, he was aware of your every movement. And if he was being honest...all the staring was getting kinda creepy.

Dream cleared his throat and turned to look back at you. "Hey...can you stop staring at me?"

His voice knocked you out of your little daydreams and looked at him. A thin blush of embarrassment made its way to your face.

"Um, yeah sorry my lord."

Your new nickname made Dream stop in his tracks.

"What did you call me?"

"U-um lord?... B-but I won't call you that if you don't want me to-!"

"No… keep doing it. I like it."

Dream said, smirking under his mask. You were gonna be a lot easier than he thought.

While the both of you walked in total silence, you were in your little world. Until you came upon an average looking house. It could use some work, but it wasn't that bad. Dream looked back at you to see if you were following, you were. You reminded him of a small puppy. A puppy that he can mold into an attack dog.

The way you looked up at him, was something he had never seen. It made a weird feeling in his stomach. But he ignored it.

Dream walked into the simple house, as you followed, and your eyes scanned the lay out. It was a simple house, really only containing the essentials: bed, furnace, crafting table, chest, armor stand, and etc.

"You have a pretty nice place." You complement.

Dream shrugged, "I don't stay here for very long anyways, only when needed."

You nodded and looked to Dream for instruction. He noticed and looked back at you, before pointing to a door, "Bedroom is in there."

You blushed at the thought of sharing a bed with him. "W-we're gonna share a bed?"

He shrugged, "No, we'll just take turns. I'm usually out during the night, you can sleep then. And during the day, you can do what you do and I'll sleep."

You nodded, internally disappointed, but you understood. He has barely known you for the day, it's unbelievable that he even allowed you in his home. Wait- did he even know your name?

"Oh- um lord?"

"What is it?"

"Did I introduce myself to you?.."

He shook his head.

"Ah well," you say and proceed to tell him your name. "My name is (Name)."

He nodded.

"W-well...if you don't mind, I'm going to go and rest."

"Yes please do so. You can't do anything if you have that annoying injury."

You thanked Dream one last time before you walked into the bedroom, it was fairly empty except for a few chest and a bed. A long sigh left your lips and smile replaced your nervous expression. You set your bag by the door, and took off your shoes and plopped on top of the bed. You placed your head on the pillow...it smelled just like him… You hug the pillow, and fall into the embrace of sleep.

~

Over the next months you had healed up and been helping Dream with whatever he needed. He even gave you a full set of netherite armor, and netherite sword!

As for Dream, as the months passed by he got to know your personality better. He got to know more of your background, your likes, dislikes, and so much more. That strange feeling in his gut seemed to be getting so much worse. He also noticed his behavior would change around you. He became more... protective, and possessive. He noticed he hated it when you talked to other people that weren't him. Dream started to keep you inside more and more. That disgusting feeling in his stomach kept growing.

Dream was confused, and angry. This was your fault he was like this! How dare you make him like this! It took Dream a long time to figure out what was the matter...but once he did, he let it take over. He couldn't push it away any longer. He was in love with you. But not just any love. It was an ill kind of love. A love that could break a person. A love capable of killing thousands. A love...that could start a great fire. A love that had no limits for good and worse. A love that was greedy. A love that was the murder of all innocent love. A corrupt love. And he was going to have you no matter what.

~

One day, Dream had gotten home, and instead of greeting him with your cheery, "Hello my lord!" It was quiet. An unsettling quiet. A quiet that surpassed silent. A quiet that not even the nights in space could get close to.

Dream stood still worried. Had you run away? Did you get hurt? Were you playing around and hiding? Where were you?! What happened?! Dream was about to go on a full blow rampage, until he heard it. A soft pitiful whimper from the bedroom. He was quick to rush over and put his ear to the door.

You sat in the room, waking up from a horribly vivid nightmare of your abuser. You relived all of it. From their degrading words saying how useless you were and how you could disappear and now one would care. Or if you were to leave town everyone would celebrate. You felt their hits on your body, the constant stinging after they had swatted and slapped you multiple times in the same area. Or the throbbing pain on your stomach and chest with their relentless kicking, having you positioned on the ground, curled up trying to protect yourself somehow. You could still feel the burning of your back, after all the whip slashes they gave you. The cold metal feeling was still fresh on your arms from when they came at you with a knife.

When you first woke up, you could feel yourself beginning to hyperventilate. Air seemed like it was so limited, so you kept taking in as much as you could as fast as you could. Your hands and body began to tremble, as you curled up into a small ball. Holding your knees to your chest, fingernails relentlessly scratched and carved into your wrists. Your skin was quickly worn thin, and blood began to spill. Tears welled up in your eyes and the dams broke letting them spill down your cheeks. Your nose became runny and you couldn't even control that. You were stuck in this position, until this hell of your body washed over. You began to sweat it felt like you were sitting in the fires of hell your body was burning! "Someone help me!" You would yell in your head, but couldn't muster the energy to say it out loud.

Dream heard your cries and whimpers, and took no longer to slam the door open and run over to you. He pulled you into his arms hushing you like a mother does her crying child. Dream was quick to take you out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, grabbing some ice for you to hold, and help you cool down. While he had you sitting on the counter beginning to cool down, he placed a cool rag on your forehead. Dream stood in front of you.

"Look at my mask in the eyes (Name)" he said, saying your name for once in a long time.

Your watery eyes looked at the mask, with desperation in your eyes. It was that look again, it made him blush under that mask. Why do you look at him like that even though you haven't seen his face yet.

Your slightly wet hands from the ice cubes, gripped on to his arms, as his hands were placed firmly on your shoulders. You tried to speak, but the short phrase kept coming out in incomprehensible mumbles.

"I can't understand you." Dream said gently.

"I.. am saying thank you Dream...this means a lot.." you said with a smile that made Dream's heart skip a few beats. You rest your forehead against his chest.

"How did you know what to do?" You inquired.

Dream cleared his throat and looked in the other direction. "An...old friend of mine had a couple of panic attacks once.."

You nodded in response and pulled your head away from his chest, but this was quickly corrected by his hand pushing your head back down. The action gifted him a light blush from you.

You two stayed in this position for a while, neither side wanting to move. Dream didn't want to move because he knew you were safe. His little worshiper was safe...a god is not a god without his worshipers, and it's the god's job to protect his worshipers, while his worshipers protect his temple.

You didn't want to move because you finally felt loved. Your lord...your savior, had you in his arms at last. And you'd be damned if someone tried to take him away. Your arms slowly snaked around Dreams arms, as you pulled him closer, he didn't protest.

It felt like hours passed before you pulled away and looked at Dream with a sweet smile. You thanked Dream for letting you do this. You only got a nod, but that was good enough for you.

These past months have been heaven for you. You finally felt safe. You finally had someone to depend on. You looked up to Dream. He was so much better and stronger than you. You didn't dare dream to be as mighty as he was. Dream always told you to not go out without him, because it was dangerous. You didn't need convincing to know that. Dream said that if you went out other people would hurt you. That's why you only left with him. If he wasn't there he wouldn't leave. Sometimes it was a bit suffocating, but it was for the best. Dream cared about you and didn't want you getting hurt. Dream always wanted you to be on your best behavior, and that's what you did. You always made sure the house was spotless when he got home. After long days of work you would want to come home to a clean house. So your new Dream really appreciated it.

The hours would take by during the day, as you impatiently waited for Dream to return home once again. Since he lived all the way out in the forest there was nobody really around, so you didn't really understand why you couldn't at least walk around the surrounding forest for a little bit. Dream always seem to like it when you call him the Lord or God. It made him happy, and that made you happy.

There would be rare times when Dream would sometimes degrade you. But that's only because you weren't doing it right. The worst things he'll say are small stuff like, "You're not doing that right! Move over; let me show you. You can be so unless sometimes…" "What the hell did you do?! Are you stupid?!"

But you know he doesn't mean them! Right?...

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One day Dream decided to treat you, and take you to town so you could go shopping. You were so excited. You got all dressed up, and left shortly after. Dream said he would pay for anything that you wanted, and to go wild.

So taking his orders, you began to prance from shops to shops picking at least one thing out from each shop. It was so fun. Some shops were filled with different styles of clothing from street wear, to formal and almost ball gown like dresses. While other shops sold shoes or little trinkets. You felt like a child on Christmas holiday scouting out for all the potential presents from Santa. Your eyes were sparkling from joy for once in a long time. It was the perfect day. It was sunny out, but not too hot. As the wind carried a cool breeze and the smell of the market foods. The streets were filled with the sound of bustling people and kids. Your hands were occupied by feeling the different fabrics, of different articles of clothing. Your attention was everywhere on everything. Your eyes loved all the bright colors, and how they all just melted together so perfectly.

Throughout the day Dream had kept his promise and bought everything that you had desired, and even carried your mountains of bags for you. As a little thanks you ended up buying him an ice cream after a bit of playful and stubborn bickering. The flavors were like nothing you had ever tasted. You had gotten multiple scoops: one beige chocolate, vanilla, and mango. You have had ice cream before, but this must have been homemade. The flavors mixed together so well, as they melted in your mouth with each lick. It was as if your taste buds were holding a rave of flavors in your mouth. A smile painted onto your face. You had gone into another store, while Dream decided to wait outside.

You walked into the colorful shop greeted with the smell mix of zesty lime and lemon, flowing with a soft lavender. The smell combination made a smile grace your lips. Your eyes scanned over the various items in the store: ranging from jewelry, purses, shoes, and clothes! You immediately found yourself over in the jewelry part of the store, as you wanted to get Dream a thank you gift. As you looked around for something he might like, you came up on a ring with a small little axe imprinted on it. It was a black flat head ring, with the axe being a pleasing contrast with a pale blue. You picked out the ring first, wanting to make sure it was going to be there by the time you left. So knowing the item was secured, you went off to shop for your own treasures.

You took a bit longer in this store, as they just had so many good things! You had a hard time choosing which of the wonderful treasures you were going to take. But after a while of internal bickering with yourself, you finally had decided and ended up with a few different articles of clothing and a new pair of shoes. As you had your bags of finding and Dream's gift you skipped out of the store with a smile. You got ready to greet Dream once again, but you were stopped in your tracks. Your curved smiling eyes quickly dulled. Your cheeky smile was replaced with a displeased frown. Your eyes locked onto her. Like a hawk would its prey. What were you so upset about? That damn whore that was currently talking to your god. A corrupt witch was talking to your god!

You couldn't see Dream's expression because of the mask, but he was looking away, and physically perked up when he saw you. He said something to the girl then walked in your direction. Your not so pleased expression quickly changed when you saw Dream paying attention to you. You met him half way and smiled.

"Hello my lord. What was that girl talking about?" You inquired innocently.

Dream only shrugged, "wasn't paying attention."

You smile in response and you both decide it was time to go home. So you left the town for the day, and told Dream about all the wonderful things that were in that last store. He only hummed in response, and just let you talk away.

As you reached your home, Dream yawned while sitting down your begs.

"I'm gonna rest for a bit. Behave while I'm asleep, okay?"

"Yes, my lord." You responded likey normal.

Dream left the main room and went into the bedroom, leaving you alone. Alone to take care of that little issue…

You left after checking multiple times if Dream was sleeping. You took a bit of rope with you, and began to journey to the town. It was a quiet walk, with not even the birds chirping with the sun set. It was just a slight breeze that was the only thing that you focused on. As you came upon the two, it was now dark. You silently and stealthily made your way from home to home, trying to find the witch. She was hard to track down for you, but this was your first time doing it.

After what felt like an hour of searching you had finally found your target. She sat on her back porch, braiding her hair. You took advantage of her vulnerable state, and were quick to jump on her. You took the rope you had in hand, and put it around her neck. This quick and violent action caused the witches' air supply to be cut short. You had no intention of killing her at the moment. So that's why, when she stopped struggling you picked up the body. And left town, going out of your way to be unseen.

A little while later, Dream was woken up to the sound of faint female screaming. This immediately put him on edge and he rushed out of the room.

"(Name)?! Are you okay-?!"

When he earned no response, Dream quickly grabbed his axe and ran outside following the sound of the screeching. To say that Dream was both worried and pissed. Worried because you could be in danger, and pissed because you didn't listen to him! How dare you commit such a sin of leaving your place at the temple!

As Dream got closer to the sound he slowed down. When you came into view, he sighed in relief, but stopped when he saw your stance. You stood over the mangled and stab wound filled dead body of a girl. The girl that was talking to Dream earlier that day. Her guts and stomach hung from the open space where her ribs used to be. Her ribs were pulled back through her back. As her face held a permanent expression distorted into horror and pain. Blood dripped from everywhere on her body. Her feet were so broken they looked like flesh sacks. Chunks of hair laid near the girl's head, along with teeth and fingernails.

Dream was too focused on the gory view in front of him, he stepped forward and his foot landed on a stick. Causing the stick to break and the snap echoed through the entire forest. To your horror when you turned around, you saw him. You stood frozen.

"(Name) ...what's going on here?"

"D-dream! I-i can explain! I promise."

"Then explain. You have three minutes."

"This witch was trying to steal you! She was trying to make my god impure! She was trying to get into our temple Dream! I couldn't let her…! I-...I didn't want to lose you…" you said looking down, not noticing the footsteps of the approaching Dream.

Dream, once again, pulled your head to his chest and sighed. "Your dumb to think I would let such a useless creature even touch me." A sense of relief washed over you, right before it was replaced with nerves.

He continues, "But, I am very displeased with you (Name). You have disobeyed one of my most important rules. But I don't see this as needing a punishment. Only because you did it out of worry of losing me. But if you go out of the house without me again. I will have to punish you. Am I understood?"

You noted his words with caution and nodded with a small, "yes sir."

"Good, now let's clean you up."

~

And that was life with Dream. He was the man who saved you. He cared for you, as you cared for him. Your once fiery soul had been extinguished so long ago. You thought it was doomed to forever wonder the black void, until you saw him. The mask that so many fear, but you loved so much. Your fire was relit with thousands of times the blaze compared to what it had before. It's heat being to unbearable for the universe, but instead of traveling it weighed down by chains. Around the fires like a leash, the god know controlled those flames. Those flames now burned for the god and only the god.

They continued to convince themselves that those flames were free forever more...when really, those flames only grew, and never moved…

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The Dream Blob asks have left worms in my brain, but I’m a bit interested in something else. Out of the DSMP yanderes, who do you think would most like a darling who was stuck in a form like that, unable to defend themselves and needing to rely on them for protection?

Also, could I be 👑 anon? I’m sorry if this isn’t the way to ask, this is my first time doing this-

Technoblade, straight up!

Also welcome to the fam 👑 anon

Triggers: mention of kidnapping, and mild yandere behavior

-Technoblade-

Technoblade would love this little blob form of yours.

Technoblade is exactly the kind of yandere you just described.

He wants to worship you, and protect you.

Whenever you need something, he wants to be the one you come to- (well more waddle and squeak).

Technoblade would want to be the one that brings you wherever you need to be brought.

He wants to protect your little 8inch-10inch self (depending on your height as a human).

Now...how would he even come across you?

I could picture it something like this:

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A monstrous snow storm approached, as the winds picked up they tossed the loose snow around.

You, being white and small, blended in with the snow, and shivered from the cold.

You pitifully waddled around in search of some sort of shelter.

A small and sad frown painted itself on to your simple face.

You squeaked as a small cry for help.

You thought this was it.

This is where you were gonna die.

You were gonna be frozen out in the middle of no-where.

Only to be discovered by some passer by, as they will likely just leave you there.

Leave your body to rot, into the ground.

This isn't how you thought you would go out.

But as you slowly gave in to your exhausted body, and heavy eyelids a low pattern of thumps could be heard approaching.

As your blurry vision made out the shape of a horse and the shape of a humanish figure, everything went black.

Yet, you still felt as if you were being lifted off the ground.

…

..

.

As you awoke, it was warm.

You had something heavy laying on top of you.

Your eyes slowly open, to be greeted with the glowing glow of a fire lighting the room.

Upon further inspection, the room was decorated with many fine pieces of furniture.

That is when a soft knock came from the door, and the piglin hybrid entered.

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I can imagine Technoblade asking you a bunch of questions about who/what you are. Where you come from, and etc.

But, you, only being able to squeak, you have to resort to writing.

It may take awhile, but that's okay!

Technoblade has patience.

I could see you two growing close together very quickly.

But, I don't see Technoblade having feelings for you in a romantic way.

Technoblade would more see you as a very close friend or an adventure partner.

Technoblade would likely have you help with a darling that he does kidnap.

How would you help?

Well you could help the darling feel safe.

You can show the darling about how big of a softy Techno boy is.

Tell the darling about how Technoblade is such a good guy.

You would be very helpful.

But- dear reader.

Don't think just because he doesn't like you romantically, doesn't mean you're off the hook.

Technoblade would still risk his life for you.

He would still be very against letting you go outside.

He would treat you like a romantic darling, just less touchy and flirty and all that, and slightly less strict.

~

But, if Technoblade doesn't have another romantic darling he takes you out on little adventures with him!

You even have your own little hat and scarf to keep you warm when in the tundra.

Adventures can range anywhere from exploring/raiding stuff, to stalking a darling.

But unlike a romantic darling, Technoblade would entrust some of his more emotional side with you.

You're a good listener, what can I say?

~

In short: Technoblade would be best fit for this, and you can help the guy out a lot! Just...don't get cocky, and don't forget about the voices…

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