#yandere part 1

[creamiesstoryconer]

Yandere Harpy x Reader Part 1

Chance Encounter

I ended up rewriting this whole chapter and reusing some of the content from the teaser I am so sorry!

This is my OC I'll probably post some more info about him at a later date and some world building stuff!

Word count: 1.5K

Total reading length: 12+ Minutes

Requests:Open!

TW:Blood and fighting

Baskets woven of fresh twine and twig, sitting on the soft palate of green crumpled underneath its own weight. Stacked high with the long forgotten labours of yesterday, fruits stained with the dew of early sun and ripened with the bitter winds of the night. 

Air crisp, smoking as you exhale, the condensate rising - dancing as it allows itself to be carried away by the senseless wind of the day. Gentle nipping of one's flesh, all warm bodies fall victim to the spring morn.

Haze settled in the distance, creating a golden sea that is bound to the floor. Almost a pure white light within the sky paints an ombre from deep greys and sea blues to a dusty hue.

Gravel path under foot, leading to rustic wall a deteriorating fence, scrapes and rolls each step taken. Tiny pebble tumbling down path, momentum faster than you can keep up with. A gentle smile nestled snugly upon your face. 

The start of spring, a true new year here. 

Following small path embed into ground, leading to a  patch of heaven. Plot of land, on the edge of the garden packed with love. Vibrant colours embraced alongside one another, roots embed into soft browns, out of sight yet still make themselves known. 

The scent as one passes by is catched in the breeze, pine that mutes the undertones of lavender. A refreshing scent against the early damp morning air.

Finger brush against aged wood, a gate whom had lived many a storm, shown upon the peeling of its face Overgrowth of ivy that had cast its grip upon the barrier. Ridges in the warping material cling to the moist air, the faint feeling lingers upon your skin as you pass yourself through. 

Into the arching corridor of nature that leads to the woods,  a path that is no longer rock, nor even dried mud. A long neglected walkway that mother earth had taken back for herself, tall grass flattened, a trace that you had been here just days ago. 

Trees hand in hand enclose the pathway, a canopy of dampened greens blocking out the sea of light that lay just above this seemingly separate part of the world.

Isolated and almost silent, it seems that time has grown stagnant. Further foot trod into the canopy walk, the gentle russell of leaves brushing against each other. The first songs of birds drowned out what little was not natural to mother Earth herself. High chirps and low croaks of frogs that called home to the rushing river just out of sight.

Flickering breaks in thick trunks that stud tall and proud, give opening to a flash of water that follows down hill. Cold clashes against stones that  leaves speckled clear upon plants that rooted themselves in the sloping waters. 

The natural web of nature, adhering to the splashes left by the waters. The transparent pearls that adorn exquisitely plumped ropes. glimpses of sunlight peeking through the thick foliage, its warm, golden light illuminating everything underneath.

Further onto ground you continue, colours finally spring to life, a refreshing taste to the repetitive greens and browns that had painted the day so far. Bunches of flowers finally make the canopy walk look bright, overhead gaps finally form allowing for break from dampened light.

A bit further up the overgrown trail you are familiar with, an annual springtime ritual. To make a sacrifice, to hope for world harmony, to continue a titration you have become tired of. Children should not be terrified of the customs and stories of the elderly; they are nothing more than fairy tales. 

At the opening's edge, feet stiffened as the deep green canopy of the trees gave way to a torrent of gold. Warm on the skin and a striking contrast to the morning breeze, the honey-coloured light completely engulfs the clearing. 

A few seconds it takes for your eyes to adjust. To be able to see a sea Of Clashing colours festival seemingly brought together by nature.Clashing smells of floral fight to enveloppe your nostrils. 

 Blues and pinks cramped by one another, twisting and fighting, reaching for the sea of light that washed over the bed of natural beauty. Delicate petals, untouched, pure.  Embodiment of times untouching hands where humans are not. 

Though at the moment feet had frozen, they had begun to move once more. The harsh cut out in the sea of purity, a feeling that causes legs to move upon their own.

A splatter of ugly red, tainting once faultless blossoms. A mark of impurity of ingrace. 

Flattening of the flower bed, a sin upon Mother Nature's Beauty, ones core told them to investigate. 

Your steps are cloaked by the cushion on greens and vibrance, Edging closer and closer to the flat  patch. In the air a metallic stench rises, the rusted colour of crimson upon translucent petals morphs from speckles to harsh thrashes. 

A trail leading to it…

Eyes glancing upon it, at first tanned skin, human. Deeply kissed by the sun, broad chest heaving. His warm breath clashing with frigid air that still plagued the thicket, a gutterel  wiring escaping from his body. 

A lingering look for too long, the source of what defiled the flowers around the laid body. A piercing arrow, through his shoulder. It’s deep oak and shaft crowned with it’s flesh wound. 

As if second nature, your fingertips reached forward, to aid or  to provide comfort you do not know. Softened Digits that grazed upon taunt skin, one exposed to the elements seemingly for a lifetime. 

Gaze focused upon the stranger's face for a reaction, though his features obscured by a mess of locks, a mixture of braids and tatters.

Then a hint of gold made itself  known through the nest of chestnut that hid most of the beings' identifying features. 

Time is still for only that moment. Only for a moment …

A blur and a impact,

The faint memory of something sharp around your waist before a harsh impact to one's back.

The coarse texture of dried bark entangled in once soft locks of hair. Throbbing, building a deafening silence is what over stimulates the nerves. Soothing warmth trickling down your neck, tracing itself past your crook. Allowing for a bud of red to flow and root itself onto once pristine white clothing. Now defiled with browns and quickly darkening crimsons. 

The rising of your chest like hard labour, air having been stolen from your lungs. Hoarse gasps replace a steady rhythm that was once there. Drying your mouth as a once cared for body folds in upon itself. 

Ringing in your ears causes one's head to spin. To not focus is to not be able to see. 

Blurs of greens, a blue perhaps the sky. Golden shines for a moment. Then the sight of flesh. 

Flesh unclothed, blotches of maroon identifiable upon the sun kissed skin. A guttural scream escapes your lips, ripping through your vocal cords, straining already fatigued muscle despite no fight being given. 

Cheeks, red as puffed eyes strained to stay open, salty water - your own tears-  sullying your face. Teeth bared as saliva bubbles and leaks from the corner of your mouth.  Instinct forces your disorientated body to stay awake.

Fingers tangled within a sickenly soft plumage of feathers. Almost comforting to touch under dirt stuffed nails.

Air that was once almost refreshing to the lungs now reeks of desperation and fear. Tawng of metallic lingering, your own blood that was long dried and flaking. A dried river of rusty colour liquid fashioned from your own wound, wrapping around your neck like a macabre necklace. 

It’s animalistic eyes boaring into you, pupils blown to unnatural size. Tilting its head, forcing itself to envelope your sight. It’s chest rumbling, trilling… studying.

Hands still entangled with the red feathers, weakened digits clasp desperately. Unable to keep your head straight for much longer, a final fight escapes your limps. Harsh, violent yanking down upon plumage in hand. 

Pure red decorating your hands and the floor below. Feathers flown, taken from the scene of pure instinct by the gentle winds.

Ringing in your ears accompanied with an unworldly screech, piercing a cry that would shatter one's heart .

 All within a moment a peaceful day ended with your hands painted in red , head once again snapped into wood. Before the shuddering that was your world goes black within a moment. 

Yet body still feels the dragging across the field of mother earth's patch of hidden gold.

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[theyanderespecialist]

The Bat and His Kidnapped Groom 1 (Scenario) Batman X Male Reader (Yandere) (DC)

#batman #brucewayne #yandere #yanderebatman #dc #yanderedc #yanderebrucewayne #batmanxmalereader #brucewaynexmalereader #kidnapped #blackmail #forcedmarriage 

[Hello My Sexy Muffins, this request is Batman kidnapping his darling and forcing him to marry him. This was requested off of Wattpad by: gyoung2006 I hope that you all enjoy this chapter all of my sexy readers, let's go!]

(Batman/Bruce Wayne) (The Bat Proposes)

(Batman/Bruce Wayne's POV)

I looked at (Name) and he glared at me, I had to kidnap him for his own good and now he was glaring at me. I had him tied up and tape on his mouth so he is just now glaring at me. I walk up to him. I was in my costume. My poor (Name) knew I was batman, but he just kept seeing others. I gave him everything, I was a friend of his. Though he always found other men to warm his bed. When I was right in front of him. I thought he would soon get the message but then his lover proposed.

His same lover who hit him a weak earlier and (Name) said yes. I knew he could not make choices for himself. So I am kidnapping him and going to give him a choice.

"(Name)." I tell him. "I am going to take the tape off you are not to scream, I will put more on and leave you here a few hours to calm down. am I clear?"

He nods his head still glaring and I slowly take the tape off.

He winces but then looks at me, glaring all the while, I can tell he is holding back swearing at me.

"What do you want?" He asks. "This is not you Bruce."

"Neither is you marrying an abusive drunk." I say coldly.

"That is none of your business and he is not abusive. Just because he hit me once does not mean he is abusive." He snaps. "Besides I punched him back, so if anything I am just as bad as he is."

"No you are not, now there is going to be an arrangement between me and you." I tell him. "You will leave your fiance-"

I spat the word out, he should never have even dated the man.

"Then you will move in with me, where you will become my fiance, and in the next 6 months you and I will be planning our wedding, then you will be my husband,"

He stared at me jaw dropped a bit. "The fuck? You, you are insane!"

"Remember what I said about yelling (Name)."

He had to take a deep breath to calm himself down. "Why would I do something like that?"

"Because otherwise, I will ruin your soon to EX fiance life." I say and he froze.

"Wh-What?"

"I am the greatest detective there is (Name), It would be so easy to plant evidence. Sending him maybe even to Arkham."

(Name's) Face drains and he looks down. "I hate you..."

"I know you do, but you will learn to love me." I say and lift his chin. "Will you do me the honor of being my husband?"

"Yes..." He says and I smirked.

I lean down and kiss him and he stays limp. I force him to kiss back and I held him by the throat as we seal the deal with a kiss. Only when he needed air did I pull back as he gasps for air.

"You are MY fiance now, I will have Alfred get your things, let's get you untied and clean up for some diner," I tell him.

He nodded I know he will be stubborn to accept this but I know how the human mind works. I will break him down until he loves me and then I will never ever lose him again. We will live happily ever after.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hoped you all enjoyed this chapter and stay sexy all of my muffins!]

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[dead-lausen-journeys]

Ayoo— I have a Series going on!

i apologize for being kinda dead here, but this is why, I'm literally obsessed with jjba rn and I can't focus on literally anything else. So, I'm making a yandere series over on my Wattpad that will cover all parts of JoJo, 1—9. It's called the Journeys Across!, series! Phantom Blood is out rn. So it'd be cool if y'all checked it out! 🙂

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[bimbosandbubbles]

𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗝𝗼𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗝𝗲𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗡- Is so incredibly guilty when he realizes you’ve made him so wanton and needy just by accidentally pressing your supple body against his contrasting hardness. He could instantly feel the his hard cock constrict through the fabric of his expensive slacks.

He has a apparent blush on his face as he slips off to his room and stares down at the product of you simply making contact with him. He feels disgusting for wanting so badly your cunt wrapping lovingly around his thick girth—he feels even more perverted when he thinks about grabbing your cute abundant tummy as you take him in so well. He wishes your pretty pussy was surrounding his cock instead of his muscled hands.

He spits down on his cock,dark blue eyes dilating in lust and pure love. He wonders how you’d speak to him. Would you be shocked by his pure lust for you? For your body? Would you call him a disgusting man for wanting to make you scream in nothing but bliss that makes your eye roll back? Would you shame him for wanting to grip your wonderfully wide hips as he slams into your soppy cunt? Would you turn him away when he craves to feel your soft tummy press against his abs as he looks into your face and fucks you lovingly?

He wants to hear your lips that he longs to kiss,say that you want him to make you his. That you want him in your cunt and only him. He’d treat you oh so good,make you cum until the only thing your sweet voice could say is Jonathan. He craves you so badly,so badly that every time he thrusts up into his hand he imagines your plentiful body jiggling with each hard thrust.

“(Reader)….” He calls out desperately. His thick brows knit together in desperation—desperation for your welcoming presence. He needs you so badly,he needs to grips every fiber of your moldable body. He needs to feel the softness that your skin could easily offer him.

Cum splatters upwards towards his face as he whines and grunts. He envisions clearly your chubby adorable cheeks covered in his cum as he kisses your beautiful features all around. His cock stirs up once more at the thought and he feeds more into his sweet fantasies of you. Oh he longs for you so guiltily…

𝗝𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗣𝗛- Is so lustful when he imagines all the sickly pleasurable things he could to your soft body. It all started when you’d simply saw something that scared you and latched onto him like your lifeline. That innocent touch you offered him opened a door to a different type of imagination. He could feel every inch of you pressed against him,your supple front fitted on him like a perfect puzzle,all the way to your thick thighs squished together so deliciously in fear.

He wished his muscular wrapped around you so he could feel you up secretly. He’d let his big hands wander down to your back—caressing the pinch able rolls that adorn it so gracefully and then he’d go down to his favorite spot on your body. He’d grip your ass so roughly so he could gather the pliable flesh into his hands,what a nice handful.

He pants sounding like an animal who’s drained for water but instead of water Joseph is completely drained of you. He needs to feel your body,he needs to see the goddess like beauty that you hide underneath your useless clothes. His hand wraps around his length more feverishly as he pictures what you could possibly look like nude and spread just for him.

He paints a pretty picture for himself,one where he pushes you up against a wall and rips off any clothes you have on. One where he could feel himself lost in the tight wetness your fat cunt could offer his cum filled cock. One where he slaps and spanks your dimpled ass as he fucks himself as deep as he can into your warmth. Then he’d let his calloused hand wander to your front and grip your belly in a handful that he won’t let go of until he fills you with ALL of his cum.

He bites his lower lip to the point he could taste the metallic taste of his own blood on his tongue. He tries to hold back his raspy groans for you but then he thinks about wether or not you’d like him holding back his sounds. Would his pretty girl like the way he sounds so desperate for her pretty pussy? Would you like when he groans into your ear that he loves the way you look so pretty taking his big cock? Would you get even wetter when he whines about how good you make him feel just by letting him see your naked body? Would your eyes roll back into your head when he folds you up and pushes your leg back to your ears as the tip of his bulb like head kisses your cervix? Would you get flustered when he stares in admiration the way your tummy rolls get more apparent in that position?

So so many questions for what he could do to ruin your pussy with pure pleasure. His hand moves faster around his shaft and he inches closer to his finish. But he can’t finish without thinking about the way he could restrict you. His green eyes close as he thinks about you all pretty and tied up for him. Red ropes digging into your pliant flesh,sinking into your beautiful skin on your thighs and tummy.

With those red ropes of restriction he’d torture your poor pussy for hours until his cock gets black and blue from all stimulation,til his jaw is completely sore,til his fingers can’t thrust up into you anymore. Anything that he could use to make you reach ecstasy would be worn out by the time he’s finished with you.

He groans loudly as white cum explodes all over his insanely toned stomach. His cock grows flaccid only to quickly grow hard again because Joseph pictured his seed painting your pretty tummy. He’s so lustful for you…..

𝗝𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢-Is incredibly annoyed and pissed off when he realizes that he can’t ignore the rock hard erection in his briefs. He rolls his eyes and curses you out for doing what you’ve done to him. Stupid you just had to look at him with those tempting eyes. Stupid you just has to cutely puff out your chubby cheeks when he makes you frustrated with his aloofness. Stupid you just has to look so fuckable in that cute bikini you wore at the beach today.

His rough hand rubs himself through the material of the thin fabric. Thick brows clench in frustration,frustration to be relieved. He thinks about the pattern you chose all the way to the color of the bikini and why exactly you looked so fucking breathtaking in it? Your stomach hanging out of the bikini fabric and your gorgeously wide hips being the perfect thing to grab when he fucks his sperm into you. From his memory he ogles you like a hunter would his prey. He can’t wait to go in for the kill,can’t wait til he hears you whine so prettily for his cock to be inside you.

He can’t wait to grip you all over,to feel your soft body as a whole. Can’t wait to set you down in nice relaxing water and fuck you until your crying desperately that it’s too much. Can’t wait til you hear his deep voice coo and degrade you like the good whore you are. He can’t wait for his hard skin to contrast against your much softer one.

A part of him wants to know how you’d react to him like this. How would you react to him like this? Cock hard and balls full because of you. How would you react to him wanting you so bad? Would you give him that usual cute smile and say “Don’t worry ‘Taro,Imma help you.”? Would you pull down his briefs and jerk him off like he’s doing right now? Would you be shy and not know what to do? Would you let him touch you? Would you let his big hand go down and play with the band of your panties? Would you let him stuff two big fingers into your cunt while he himself gets off by doing that to you? Would you let him call you only HIS slut? Would you let him fuck you?

He groans from deep into his chest,the deep noise echoing in his room. He’d sound exactly like that in your ear if he ever got the wonderful chance of making that pretty pussy his and his only. The things he’d do to you,the things he’s imagining right now. You looking so fucking cute on your knees in front of him as he sits with his leg spread and his cock sprung free from his pants. He’d slap your beautiful face with his heavy cock and make you beg to put just the tip in your mouth. God,you’re so fucking cute to him.

He wants to see your face twist in pleasure and pain. He needs to see your puffed up clit just begging to get slapped by his heavy hand. He just needs all of you right now. He needs to feel you arch up against his chest when he’s giving his thick cock,he needs to feel you run away from his dick because he overstimulates you so easily. He needs to see your tubby little cheeks squished by his hands as he asks you what you want him to do to your supple body.

His mouth gapes open as he feels himself getting closer. He imagines you kissing him,eating up his hearty groans as he thrusts inside your fat pussy. He’d worship you yet hate you. He’d praise yet degrade you. All these complicated urges and feelings will be taken out on you anyway he wants to. He wants you spread out for him,glistening puffy pussy lips only on display for him while he tells you what he’s going to do to you. He’d caress you while doing so,soft tummy rubs being paired with calling you his filthy slut,kisses on your cellulite ridden inner thighs comes with harsh bites and telling you what a good pain whore you are for him, licks and fresh saliva on your drooling cunt will be done with forceful slaps and a bruising grip on your wide hips.

His eyes close in a moment of pure pleasure the second he feels cum free itself from his cock. He takes a deep breath and sighs,staring at his still hard cock,aching for more thoughts of you. Oh how you annoy him…

𝗝𝗢𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘-Is so perverted when he instantly runs to his room and rummages under his bed to find his special picture of you . He couldn’t help it you made him so hard when your soft hand had brushed on his thigh and gently grabbed it. He finds himself going back to this photo when he wants to stare at you in awe or when he’s in the mood.

He greedily stares at the picture once he finds it and his cock gets even harder in his loosely fitted pants. His hand reaches down to his crotch and rubs it as he takes in the beautiful picture of you. There you were legs spread,clothing covering your mound that Josuke longs to worship,you had a happy expression adorning your chubby face, a face that he wishes to cum all over. But what really got Josuke going was your hand placement,one hand was rested on your tummy and the other was grazing your inner thigh. Josuke knows this is a innocent picture he took of you no less than two week ago,a picture you gave him permission to take. And he’s been jacking off it every night for the two weeks he’s had it but he can’t help it. Not when it allows him to imagine all the things he could do to you so easily.

He could see himself so clearly replacing your hands. If those were his hands instead of yours he’d let his hand on your tummy squish and play with the doughy skin as his hand on your inner thigh inches towards your cunt. He’d rub it through the fabric just like he’s doing to himself right now,he’d run his slender middle finger around the shape of your pussy,applying pressure to different spots every time he traces it through your clothes. He can just see you thrusting up and whining about how he’s being so mean for teasing you. He can just feel your stubby fingers claw desperately for more contact attention on his strong forearm.

And he knows he’d be so mean to you yet he’d do it in the sweetest way he possibly can. He’d tell you to take it like the good girl he knows you can be all while roughly slapping your clothed pussy. He’d decorate your skin with the sweetest butterfly kisses as he reaches into your underwear and pinches your engorged clit. He’d tell you that this is how he shows his affection. That he expresses his love for you by edging you for hours on the end,by licking away at your pretty tears on your chubby cheeks. By groping your plushness, by making you humiliate yourself in front of him. By making you stare at yourself in the mirror while he touches every single bump and curve you have.

He finally frees his cock from his pants,the rubbing sensation no longer being enough for him. He grips his shaft tightly as goes up and down,his breath hitching. Every time his hand moves all he can think about is you doing this for him. He knows HIS gorgeous girl would get him off. He knows that his gorgeous girl would make him feel good. He knows that his gorgeous girl would let him fuck her perfect pussy. He knows that you would make the prettiest sounds when he’s making you feel good.

He gets harder just thinking about how you’d say his name while you’re clenching on him. He can just hear you say his name with little tear drops teasing your lash line. He just thinks about how he knows you’d react to him talking dirty to you. You would be all flustered and shy when he calls you his gorgeous doll. You’d be flustered when he tells you that you’re his perfect cockwhore.

He groans and throws his head back. He’s so close,so fucking close. He can just see in his mind so vividly you with your legs spread and your fingers spreading open your pussy for him. He can hear asking so sweetly for him to just fuck you already. What a good girl you are for him. What a good girl you are for spreading your legs for him and letting him fuck you until he releases every single load he has inside your gummy walls.

His eyes flutter close as he quickly cums all over the polaroid of you. He looks down at the mess of your face and simply gets harder,you look so pretty with cum all over your face. He’s so perverted when he comes to you…

𝗚𝗜𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗢-Is conflicted when he finds himself with his hand down his pants,rubbing his aching cock. What’s worse is that he’s imagining you here with him,watching him with those innocent looking eyes. It feels so wrong to get off to you yet it feels so good at the same time.

He’s never seen anything like you. An angel,you are to him. He’s never known that someone could be so supple and so soft. He’s never known that his fingers could easily dip into like that and simply feel the cloudy texture. He craves to feel that cloudy like skin sink down when he grips your thick thighs as he feasts on your beautiful pussy. He wants—no,needs to see posing for him fully nude. He needs to stare for hours on end at each pose,taking mental photos with his eyes,making sure to forever remember your ultimate beauty in it’s rawest form.

And then once he’s done drinking in your appearance you’re gonna wish you could’ve seen yourself before he completely swallows you whole. Every inch of your body will be covered with love marks,hickeys,bites,bruises from his impulsive grip. And the look he’d give you all throughout this process, like he’s a rabid animal who can’t control himself. He’d let go of every single fiber of self control once he gets to lye in between your legs.

He’d whisper and groan sweet Italian nothings in your ear. Telling you what a beautiful angel you are,an angel sent down from heaven just for his beastly pleasure. He’d mold your pliable body with his fingers,reshaping your fat into bruised yet beautiful art. He wants so desperately for you to sit on his face and stay there until he’s a dying old man. He wants to suckle on your clit like It’s the sweetest honey a person could ever dream of having. He wants to finger your pussy until his fingers reform your walls into the shape of his extremities. He wants to grip your cellulite decorated ass as you whimper and moan onto his face.

He yearns to hear how badly you want his cock to be inside you. He yearns to hear how badly you desire him to make you feel oh so good. He yearns to hear you praise him and uplift him with your siren like moans. He yearns to hear you plead and beg for him to paint your walls white,for him to stuff you full of his sperm.

Giorno takes a strong inhale of air as his strokes grow more intense. His imagination of just worshiping your very existence bringing him closer to the edge. He’d kiss the very soles of your feet all the way to the crown of your head. He’d touch and caress you like the way the ocean’s tide does to the grainy sand. He’d have you nested in between his thighs,your bare back resting on his equally bare chest and his long slender fingers would be stuffing your fat cunt.

He wants you in the finest,laciest,prettiest laundry he could ever buy you. He needs to see the delicate material of the stockings sink into and mush into the plushness of your thighs. He needs to see your cute belly hang over the fragile fabric of the lacy panties. He needs to see you getting all dolled up for him when he’s ready to fuck you . He’d make you such a messy piece of art,from splattering white cum all over your textured skin,to the dark colored love marks scattered across your whole form.

He moans out,looking up at the ceiling as cum oozes from his pink tip. He looks down at the mess he made,thinking about wether or not he should go again. After all the countless thoughts he’s having about it has his spent cock still very hard.. Oh how you make him so conflicted..

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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[dearest-painter]

MY perfect family! PT.1

Summary:Being a father of two is hard but when your single? It’s even harder especially as Spider-Man. Finally when you and your kids get back to your earth after being in Earth-1610 you’re immediately added to a society? What happens when you help the anomaly while people are obsessed with you?

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader has 2 kids,Reader is a single dad and spider-man in his earth,The baby mama DEAD AS HELL, very out of character characters,this is a series,Reader was with the og spider crew during into the spider verse,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more

You and Peter B arrived but you were surprised to see Miles here. “BUBBA!” You chuckled as Evangeline ran to Miles who crouched and picked her up. “Oh look at how much you’ve grown Eve! Did dada do your hair?” “Mhm! Daddy did me and sissy’s hair!” You walked into view as you held Ayano who was munching on her stuffed animals ear. “What can I do, Im quit talented!” Miguel was watching you..as always, it’s honestly quite creepy with how often he just stares at you. Ayano made grabby hands at Miles with a few ‘Ah! Ah!’ Noises. Miles put down Evangeline as he took Ayano. “Hola Aya” She giggled as she grabbed his face, Mayday now had her stuffed animal.

“Miguel doesn’t bite!” You chuckled and shook your head at what Peter B said then mumbled “Yes he does..fucker bites and growl, be very careful” Miles nodded his head as he trust you very much, Ayano was given back to you as Evangeline was sitting and holding onto your leg. Miguel loved the way you took care of your daughters..he loved the way you acted..yet he hated how fucking stubborn you were! You always found a way to piss him off yet make him fall more in love with you! It was annoying!

You weren’t really paying attention as you bounced Ayano a bit as you texted the usual babysitter. ‘Heya Casey, mind babysitting all of next week? I’m going to help my mom at the hospital and need someone to watch them for a bit’ it took a while but he responded. ‘Yes I can! Expect Friday and Sunday as I’ll need to leave early as we’re having a family reunion, is that okay?’ You responded. ‘Of course! I know someone who can take those day!’ ‘Okay thanks Y/N! See ya next week!’ He was a sweet man who was attractive but you were to busy for relationship.

Lyla was watching the entire text go down..luckily it wasn’t romantic to her and Miguel’s relief just you needing a babysitter. Lyla knew the way Miguel stared at you wasn’t fully innocent..she could see the obsession in his eyes but..she’s encouraging while making fun of him. She herself is just happy that someone is making Miguel less of a grump but still a grump, she chuckled as Ayano and Mayday climb him as this happens SO often! Sometimes when you aren’t paying attention he tries to get her to call him Dada and pretend it’s for you.

Peter B was staring at you lovingly as you and your kids payed half attention to Miguel, he’s always loved you since the day he’s looked at you. When you and your kids first met Evangeline was three years old and Ayano was about 5 months old he presumes(FUCK LOGIC!) but goodness you looked hot in and out of your suit. MJ or his MJ doesn’t mind and actually is willing to let him date you but only if your okay with it as she isn’t really mad as she’s also sorta obsessed with you. Miles leaned on you and you ruffled his hair making him smile, your his dad or other father figure and he loves it. Your one of his many father figures he’d kill someone for.

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #male reader #yandere x male reader #x male reader #romantic yandere #MY perfect family series #part 1 of many #yandere spider man across the spider verse #yandere spiderverse

[purpleyoonn]

Secret Story of the Swan

one shot (a shorter one)

summary: You were staring into the stream, contemplating life when someone decided to take matters into their own hands. 

genre: yandere, poly, mates au, bts au, hybrid au, mafia?au, 

pairing: hybrid mafia bts x human reader

main masterlist // one shot masterlist 

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You had spent mere minutes, hours even, trying to figure out how you had even managed to get into the position you were in.

It didn’t make sense.

One second you were dipping your toes into the water streaming down the bank, and the next you were pushed into the ground, lips nipping at your neck and tongue soothing the sting. You could hear thunder rolling in, the vibrations felt from within the ground as you laid against the underbrush.

“Jungkook! Did you find the –” Someone to the right ran up to you and the now-named man, his voice cutting off probably as soon as he caught sight of your…predicament. You couldn’t see anything past the riverbank to your left and the mane of fluffy, curly hair blocking the rest.

The man, Jungkook, kept licking at the part of your neck that connects to your shoulder, sometimes even dipping low enough to tongue at your collarbone. And for some reason, you didn’t mind, even relaxing into his touch. Like your body knew there was no danger present.

The large shirt you were wearing was now hanging off you shoulder, convenient enough for Jungkook but annoying for you as you could feel the twigs digging into the skin of your back. Your athletic shorts were clinging and digging into your thighs and butt as Jungkook pressed against you.

“Okay Jungkook, I think she’s been scented enough.” The same unseen man called out again, his voice much closer this time, probably only a few feet away as Jungkook mumbled something before slowly peeling himself off of you.

He didn’t leave your body entirely, his hands maneuvering you so you ended up in his lap, your legs hanging off his thighs so your feet were behind him, uncomfortably bent as your heels dug into the ground to give you some kind of grounding. His hands were splayed against your back, holding you to him and preventing you from leaving.

You were quiet as you turned your head to see the other man, the one who coaxed Jungkook off of you. He stood tall as he watched you, his eyes narrowing slightly before you noticed the slight uptick in his lip. Your attention went to his broad shoulders as he moved forward even more, now close enough where he could place his hand on Jungkook’s head, digging his fingers into the man’s hair.

A shudder ran through Jungkook’s body as Jin began to scratch at his ears, his leg wanting to shake from the pleasure alone. Jungkook and Jin had gone for a walk when Jungkook had caught the scent of another mate, the scent of soft lavender and crisp pine had called to him even from the other side of the small forest outside of Lake Cedar, the small town that became the nearest resting stop for visitors to the large mountain twenty-five miles ahead.

They lived at the base of the mountain, the two along with their pack had lived on the other side of the forest for years, not entirely good with human presence but accepting enough to help the random hiker every now and again.

You, however, were something different, something the swan hybrid couldn’t figure out. You scent smelt entirely too much of the forest, and your lack of material items meant you weren’t one of the normal hikers who ventured too far off the path.

Jin couldn’t help but watch as you tried to wipe Jungkook’s saliva off of your neck, the slightest bout of irritation moving up his spine. He would need to have you scented again, he thought. He couldn’t have you trying to leave without you smelling of nothing but his pack. Of him.

He was quick to put on a friendly face, smiling big as he crouched low to the ground, moving so he was face to face with you.

“I’m sorry ‘bout him. We couldn’t let a mate leave without meeting them first.” His words were vague enough to make you curious, but enough to create some rapport with you. He needed to build even the slightest amount of trust with you if he were to convince you to stay.

You had heard the word mate before, usually attributed to wolves who you know mate for life. Your brother had taught you enough to be wary of everything, including nice words coming from handsome men. Despite the less-than-ideal childhood you received, you couldn’t find anything within yourself that screamed ‘danger’ as you let Jungkook pick you up and begin to carry you.

Hybrids were not new to the world. They had existed almost as long as humans had, despite some people’s wishes to make you believe differently. Their animal like instincts and animalistic features separated them with a single glance. And despite growing up with them, going to school and having your best friend be a gazelle hybrid, there were some things that you as a human were not privy to know.

Mates were something to be held close to home. The only humans who knew of their existence were those who were mated to a hybrid. Jin knew this, as did the rest of his pack, and he had no problem telling you what was going on.

You were beginning to shake from the cold, the weather seemingly changing the second your small trio came upon the large cabin at the base of the mountain. You were in awe, your mouth open as your eyes scanned the property.

“You know, I should really be getting back home. I was only supposed to be on a quick jog.” You spoke up, getting a rumble from Jungkook, his mouth moving back to your shoulder and giving your skin a nip as he held you tighter. You narrowed your eyes at his actions, the shock wearing off as you tried to get out of the hybrid’s arms.

He wouldn’t relent as he carried you inside the large building, his hand staying on your waist despite your attempts to remove his arm, only receiving small growls in response.

“Please, why don’t you sit down? Is there anything we can get you? Water or a snack perhaps?” Jin spoke so sweetly, like his tongue was laced with crack as he floundered forward, gesturing to the large sofa that sat to your left. You couldn’t help but to just nod your head, moving to sit on the edge of the couch cushion.

You watched Jungkook leave the room, moving somewhere beyond your sight but you could still hear his footsteps. You looked back to Jin, his smile saccharine as he kept his eyes on you. 

He resembled princes of the past as he sat in the table on front of you, legs poise and back straight.

You wanted to decline every offer he threw your way, despite the comfortability you felt in his presence. Your mind was telling you to leave, eyes seeing red flag after red flag, horror movie-esque, but your body was relaxing into the cushions.

You could see his lips moving, the small smile to his lips as he spoke, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than how your body reacted to his presence. You couldn’t do anything about the calm feeling you felt, despite the horror moving throughout your brain. You couldn’t help but feel he was doing something unseen to you.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, a little concern lacing your own words as your body moved against you. He just quirked his eyebrow, a small uptick to his lip as he leaned forward.

“What are you talking about? I was just asking you whether you liked the couch? You seem to be relaxing into it?” If eyes were the window to the soul, you knew you were looking into the soul of something inhumane. You couldn’t explain it, but the unwavering glances and the inept smile had you wanting to pull back.

“Jin? What is that delicious smell—Oh, hello there.” You turned your head to see a man with a long, black tail coming around the corner, eyes locked on you as you sat further back into the cushion. Another hybrid. You wondered if this was a pack den you had just unknowingly been led to.

The panther had long-ish black hair, curly at the tips and fluffy in its entirety. You could just barely make out the black ears at the top of his head. He was lean and quiet on his feet, moving to sit right next to you.

“Yoongi, this is our dearest mate. Jungkook smelt her out as we were on our walk.” The look in Jin’s eyes as he talked to the new man had you second guessing his words. You knew when someone was lying, plain as day. You dealt with it every single day and you could tell just by the way he spoke; this man was up to no good.

“I see. Well, welcome home. The others are in the nest but should be out soon once they smell the sweet lavender.” Others? You had decided you had enough, not playing along anymore with their seemingly innocent act. You knew something was going on and you wanted to leave before you were stuck.

“I really do need to get—” You gasped out as you had fallen back onto the couch, your legs giving out from under you. You looked up again only for Jin to be standing in front of you, his hands on his hips as he coos.

It seemed his plan was working, so far.

They had known about you for weeks, had smelt your lavender and pine while out scoping the market. Namjoon had to hold Jimin and Jungkook back from jumping you then and there. You were human and this would take a little while for you to understand, no matter your own knowledge about hybrids.

However, Jin’s pack was different. Each of them had their own little…gift. Jin was the mastermind… who would ever think a graceful swan could cause such a ruckus? Jungkook was the brawn, getting them out of sticky situations and taking out “difficulties” whenever they saw fit. Yoongi was quiet on his feet, good for observing and bringing back information.

The others were not needed for this specific plan, given the sensitivity of this mission.

Jin’s own pheromones were enhanced to create body relaxing pheromones, and depending on the person, could cause full paralysis or simple weakness. He could change it at will which is why you went from being relaxed to paralyzed in seconds. He could see the fear in your eyes. Could see the cogs in your brain working overtime.

He knew you were observant, but he was surprised you were catching onto everything so quickly. You would be perfect in the business once they had you trained. Maybe Jimin would be the one to train you, he thought.

“Oh baby, don’t be scared. We will take care of you.” His pushed his calming pheromones out, the normal mate ones, as he moved forward to lift you in his arms. He could feel his wings scratching at his shirt, wanting to break free and wrap around you, keeping you hidden from the world.

You had tears in your eyes as you were lifted into Jin’s arms. You wanted to scream, demand for them to let you go, but you couldn’t walk and you felt yourself relaxing into his touch once again. You felt like you did when Jungkook had brought you to the ground. Like nothing was wrong.

“Oh baby,” Yoongi moved as well, kissing Jin sweetly on the lips before moving to place one on yours, his lips soft as they moved against yours, his hand cupping your cheek to turn your head to face him. “Maybe we should bring her to the nest, I think she could use some cuddling.”

Yeah, you thought. That sounded like a good idea. Cuddles were always nice. You didn’t even wonder why they were bringing you into their nest, something no one outside for a pack was to ever see, nor did you question it.

They did say you were their mate, you thought, so it would make sense as to why they would bring you to their nest. You hoped it was comfy, with lots of soft blankets. 

You blinked away a tear, confused on why you were crying in the first place. You could feel something in your mind trying to push its way to the front, but another breath in through your nose and it was gone.

“Do you wanna go to the nest, darling? Our other mates are in there. I’m sure they would love to give you some cuddles while Yoongi and I talk, hhmm?” Jin asked, knowing you were already under. He smiled bright at the small nod you gave him, a loopy smile on your lips as you move your head to nuzzle against his chest.

You opened your eyes next when you felt yourself being placed onto a soft cloud. Murmurs and whispers heard but ignored as you turned on your side to cuddle into the warmth on your right.

There were four people in this large bed, covered in blankets and pillows. No clothing was in sight and you briefly wondered why before the thought left your head. You felt safe and you felt happy. That was all that mattered.

“Alrighty, now I want you to help make our baby mate nice and warm. She was feeling a little cold earlier.” Jin spoke to his mates, seeing each one nod as they were already moving your way. His sharp tone was giving the real message: “keep her in the nest.” 

Jimin was the first to reach you, his lips already on yours. His kiss was soft and slow, trying to elicit response. He had been waiting for weeks to be able to have you in his arms. He knew his hyungs would bring you to him, that he had to be patient.

However, patience was not his strong suit.

He tugged you underneath him, hiding your clothed body with his own, bare skin brushing against cotton as he pressed himself against you. He held you to him, moving his cheek and chin along your neck and shoulders, scenting you.

They all agreed to wait a little bit before mating you, so this was the most he was allowed to let his instincts run. He felt your arms slowly move up to his neck, curling around so you were holding onto him.

“You like when we scent you, baby?” The man’s tone was sweet but held a teasing lilt as he pulled away a little. You whined at the distance, bringing him back down to you.

“I think she does, Jiminie.” You felt the bed move and warmth now enveloping you from all sides. “Don’t you, baby girl.” You can feel yourself nod, your vision was hazy at best and your body felt like it wasn’t yours. You felt that you didn’t have any control of your actions, but decided your body obviously knew what was best right now.

“Joonie, I think Jin might have pushed too much. She is so out of it right now.”

“It’s okay Taehyung. Jin already said that she was fighting it. She kept wanting to leave.” Namjoon had heard the small struggle you were having, wanting nothing more than to run to you and help calm you down, but he knew the plan. They were to wait in the nest, scent the blankets, and wait for Jin to bring you in.

They all knew how the outside world could be, the seven of them victims in more ways than one. They wanted nothing more than to keep you safe, and the humans you resided with were not that. Plus, who would know you better than your own mates?

You must have felt the same, in Namjoon’s mind, your eyes closed and your breathing soft and slow. You had fallen asleep under Jimin’s scenting, making the python hybrid extremely happy.

They knew you would be aware in the morning, once Jin’s pheromones wore off, but they would deal with that then. For now, they were content to scent you and hold you in their arms, in the safety of their nest.

#bts au #bts #bts dark au #bts yandere #bts mafia au #bts hybrid #bts hybrid au #bts one shot #bts polyamory #bts poly #bts poly!au #bts poly au #bts poly! #bts x reader #poly!bts x reader #hybrid bts #human reader #part 1 #swan seokjin #python jimin #panther yoongi #labrador jungkook #secret story of the swan #ssots bts #purpleyoonn

[ghostybat00]

🔪Looks from afar|NIKTO YANDERE🔪

Reader gender neutral. TW: obsession, stalking,Disorder.

Part 1/?

🔪:You were nervous, to say the least, the air was cold and there was a lot of fog, you were standing in front of the door of the large base. You were a specialized doctor, they had to change your base for a while, at first you agreed,They welcomed you, they introduced you to the simple infirmary where you will work for a few months, you sit in the chair while releasing a heavy sigh. The air conditioning made you shiver, there was something about this place that was... strange, one of those times when you get a bad feeling. You settle into the chair and begin by first observing data from the base's soldiers on the data computer, anyway it wouldn't be the first time you dealt with psychopathic soldiers.

It wasn't long until the first soldier entered the infirmary, you looked up from the computer to see a soldier,He wore a completely covered mask that only left space for his eyes, with the classic soldier's attire, He was very tall and his gaze was so empty and penetrating that you felt like his gaze was going through your entire body that for a few seconds you two just looked into each other's eyes until he speaks.

"We are hurt, we need assistance".

The strange soldier said, he had a deep voice with a very thick Russian accent, you quickly snapped out of your trance and nodded.You quickly apologized and led him to the white bed in the infirmary. You looked at the wound, a significantly long cut, it looks like it was made by a combat knife. You applied the disinfectant and then started to bandage, you were deep in thought and the strange soldier doesn't seem to want to start a conversation. You were thinking about how he spoke in the third person, but those thoughts disappeared so you could focus on applying the bandage,You felt the soldier's gaze, fixed on you, for the second time you tried to ignore him, not wanting to make the situation more uncomfortable.

After finishing you say with a soft smile, trying to seem friendly and relieve the tense air. "Here we go..."you paused to wait for the man to tell you his name.

"we are nikto, we appreciate the help."

Your mind wandered again about why he was speaking in the third person, the first thing you thought was that he had a type of disorder like post-traumatic stress disorder, but again you preferred not to jump to wrong conclusions.

"Oh, okay, Nikto, take care, have a good afternoon."

The soldier looked at you for a few seconds to nod and then continue walking outside The infirmary.

The strange thing is that after he left you felt watched, there was no one, but You felt eyes on you the rest of the day.

Update 12/9/23

Part 2 here .

30/9/23

Also I made a bot with the same history lol I have to stop editing here to promote my shit)

#nikto #nikto cod #nikto x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #obsession #tw stalking #yandere #reader #part 1

[kachowder]

I am already in love with the pink lemonade cowboy 🥰😍

Vampire!Cowboy! Yandere x GN! Reader

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A/n: I do not condone yandere behavior, this is purely fictional. This will be a short series. If you want to see what our yandere looks like you can see him here <3 also this technically isn’t a slow burn but the juicy stuff will show up in part 2

Part 1

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The rain thudded dully against the roof of your old rusty car. Your windshield wipers squeaked across your windows, flinging off thin sheets of water that blurred the dark road in front of you. Puddles reflected in your single headlight.

You’re grandfather was a cruel man.

As sweet as honey, you loved your grandfather dearly. He was always especially generous on the holidays.

But he was cruel. Because while he was on his “retirement vacation”, he left his massive farm in your care.

You! The grandchild who hadn’t done a lick of farm work in their entire life! Hell the closest thing to a farm you’d ever been to was a petting zoo when you were- what 6??

How were you expected to do anything remotely useful! In fact you were 90% sure that these crops and animals would be dead and gone within a week under your care.

But ohoho! Lucky you! You grandfather has a helper on the farm! A complete Fucking stranger who you’d never met before was going to be sharing a house with you for the next 6 weeks! Thank you grandpa! Love you SOO much!

You did love him. But you were irritated and you felt like you had a right to be so! He dropped this bombshell on you, not even asking if you had any plans!

Which you didn’t but that wasn’t the point!

Plans could’ve popped up at any moment!

With a very stressed sigh you pulled your beaten up car into the drive way of the rustic red farm house. Your engine wheezed with exhaust as your wheels rolled to a bumpy stop on the wet pavement. It took about 5 hours to drive to where your grandpa lived. Which meant you couldn’t just stay at your house and visit everyday to water the animals and feed the crops or whatever.

You physically had to stay here.

I mean it was a paid vacation but come on! You’d rather be working at the café than on a farm! At least you knew what you were doing there!

You let your head fall softly against the steering wheel, sighing again at your circumstances.

“Whatever. No use in complaining now.”

“Probably not kid.”

“Holy Sh-!”

The violent sound of your car horn scattered birds and animals for miles. Though there were few to begin with in this dreary weather. The stranger who had peered through your open window winced, covering his ears with a snarl.

“Oh shit- i am so sorry you just- actually- no what the fuck you scared the shit out of me!”

Typically you weren’t one to point fingers but you were in a particularly bad mood today so you felt that it was justified. Plus he did scare you!

The strangers lips twisted into a grimace, and you felt your body sending various warning signals when his turquoise irises narrowed down on your figure. Jeez this dude had a judgmental stare. You prayed this guy wasn’t your grandfathers “help”.

The mystery man clicked his tongue. “You the old mans grandkid?”

Fuck

You glared deeply at the totally not gorgeous cowboy, “..and I suppose you’re his “helper”?”

The stranger didn’t seem to take very kindly to your attitude, what with the way he leaned his head a little further into your car window to stare you down.

You had half the nerve to try and close it on him but the dumb thing was a window crank and you wouldn’t have gotten it up in time anyway.

“The names Micah. Your pops calls me Mickey. It’s either Micah or Mic to you, kid.”

Asshole!

“I’m pretty sure we’re the same age Mickey.”

He didn’t respond to that, merely pulling himself out of the car with a deep exhale.

He backed up slightly from the vehicle, you assumed to wait for you to get out, but when he lifted his boot up you got a little more worried

“Hey what’re you-“

With a sharp kick, Mickey smashed his boot into the lower side of your car door causing it to shoot open like a spring lock. Aka causing you to flop out onto your ass with a loud cuss.

Crying out you scowled deeply at the cowboy who didn’t even bother to send you a snarky look in return.

You could feel the water drizzling through your hair and clothes.

Looking painfully disinterested, the redhead(?) began walking away from your slowly soaking form. Leaving you to bring in your luggage. In the rain.

“I thought cowboys were supposed to be friendly or something..” you growled somewhat pitifully into the empty cold rain.

Glancing down at your wet knees you sighed, beginning to pick yourself off the ground, in hopes to spare a little of your own dignity.

Though it was for not when you felt your non grippy shoes slide against a stray patch of mud.

You didn’t have time to do much more than gasp when you felt yourself fall forward, only to land into a surprisingly secure and- kinda cold, set of arms.

Your breathed deeply for a moment, pulling back to stare at Mickey, who’s own eyes peered down at you from the brim of his now spotted hat.

You didn’t want to acknowledge the size of his forearms, or how you could feel practically everything under that flimsy wife beater he wore despite the weather.

You swore you heard him mumble something along the lines of “city folk”, but you became too distracted when noticing the purple spotted umbrella that now shade the two of you from the rain.

“Oh..”

You think you finally saw a small smile on the cowboys lips.

“Still thinkin I ain’t nice?”

You flushed, mostly in embarrassment at the fact that he heard you.

“Ah dip, you heard that?”

His laugh was fucking hot dude.

“You’d be surprised on how much I can hear, Kid.”

“Creepy but okay.”

Mickey laughed again though a bit shorter this time before propping you back up. You swore you heard a deep inhale, but you weren’t sure due to the sound of rain pelting the umbrella and car.

“Why don’t you head inside. I’ll grab your luggage.”

“Oh no, I can take care of it-“

The man glared at you, though you felt it was considerably less hostile than it had been originally.

“Just get in or else the foods gon’ get cold.”

Food?

“Say less!”

You had half a mind to be embarrassed when Mickey laughed at the sight of you practically skipping up to the porch and through the rustic door.

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There was a loud and aggressive knocking at your door.

You decided being cruel was a country thing.

Because while Mickey had been sweet enough to make you dinner last night and breakfast this morning, he also rudely woke you up at the ass crack of dawn and kicked you out into the field to help with the chores.

Now mind you, typically you were a morning person! A go-getter of sorts! But the sun wasn’t even awake yet! So why were you out here picking peas, tomatoes, squash, peppers and so on, when you could be sleeping peacefully, cozied up in the slightly itchy and heavy wool sheets of your guest bed! Something about “the morning dew” apparently.

You weren’t even sure how Mic got in your room after you didn’t respond, seeing as you were once again, 90% sure you locked the door. Then again, the food he made practically sent you into a coma once you were done.

You weren’t sure if it was coincidence or not, but Micah had made all your favorite foods that evening. You wanted to assume your pa had told him, but you didn’t believe for a second that, that rude cowboy would go out of his way to make your favorite foods for you.

Especially considering he didn’t eat any of it.

All he had was this weird cup of, what you could only assume was wine or cranberry juice and a few pieces of a steak he popped in the oven.

This guy was weird.

“Hey kid! You done pickin or are your city hands to sensitive to finish the job?”

Speak of the bastard and he will come! Unfuckenfortunately

Your scowl was probably noticeable from a mile away, and especially from where the tall country man stood, given his smug grin as he walked over to examine your work.

He whistled mockingly, freaky blue-green eyes scanning your baskets.

“Not bad, for city folk anyway. But here.-“ crouching down in front of you the, ginger(?) reached his rough hands out and softly pulled the baskets from your arms.

“You wanna keep your herbs separated from each other. Some of them are harder to tell from others and you don’t wanna go mixin them up.”

You watched quietly, mostly in your own mental brooding, as he carefully separated the different herbs and spices from each other. His hands were large, but you noticed how precise he seemed to be. He had to have been working here quite sometime, cuz you couldn’t tell much of a difference between half of the things he was organizing.

“There we go.” His voice was soft this morning. Blending in with the sound of the faint winds, and the after rain dripping from the gutters and into the soil. It was still too early for the birds to be chirping. The sun still had yet to rise but the stars gave just enough light to see the gentle gaze the farm boy had set on you.

This moment of silence was odd for you. Especially given the two of you bickering since your arrival yesterday. This guy before you made no sense. Like a switch, he was harsh and snappy, and then gentle and calm. Caring almost. At times he almost acted like he’d known you for years. Though that seemed to mostly happen when he was doing something around the farm.

Caught up in your own thoughts, you missed the way Mickeys eyes were burning into you. They moved languidly over your figure, taking in your attire, dressed more warmly for the morning chill. Nearly every part of you was covered.

Except your neck. You had forgotten to pack a scarf apparently.

The pale man’s jaw clenched tightly, his shoulders tensing before he scowled and stood up, interrupting the once peaceful atmosphere.

“Get up. We still have work to do.”

His tone was cold and biting like the morning. Your breath came out in foggy puffs. But his didn’t. At least you couldn’t see it from where you were.

You watched with furrowed brows knit confusion as the cowboys boots carried him into the farmhouse, right as the first rays of the sun stretched over the country side and bled into the fields.

What was his deal?

For the rest of the day, Mickey seemed to be adamant about being as big of a thorn in your side as possible. Barking at you to hurry up. Scowling at you when you slipped or did something even slightly wrong.

Perfectionist asshole.

He also seemed to be avoiding looking at you.

At least directly. Every time you turned to yell at him, or glare, his back was always turned or his head was to the side, seeming adamant on not meeting your eyes.

Moody much?

The only time he did look at you was when he thought you weren’t looking. ‘Specially when you were moving heavy objects and you had to take off your jacket so you wouldn���t drown in your own sweat.

To some extent you prided your self on your work. You weren’t lazy by any means, and actually considered yourself a fairly hard worker, if the muscles of your forearms were any indication. You weren’t ripped. But it was something right?

You assumed that Mic agreed, though granted he could’ve just been comparing yours to his own massive forearms. But with the way his eyes were trailing all over you and zoning in on your barren arms and shoulders, You were almost flattered!

Almost. If the same guy who was checking you out wasn’t also being bloody ruthless with the chores. You got a few scrapes and bruises by that time noon, and you practically fell into the rickety kitchen dining chairs.

“Holy fucking shit I’ve never moved that much in my entire life..” a pain groaned poured from your lips as your aching muscles strained with your body heaving itself upwards.

Mickey let out a soft scoff at the sound, though still considerably gentler than he had been all morning, as he placed a very aesthetic sand-which In front of you.

Your stomach growled particularly loud at the sight, and with new found energy you picked up the scrumptious food with a grateful thanks and began eating.

Mickey, once again, without a lunch of his own opted to watch you openly instead. His belt buckle jeans pressed into the kitchen counter top, muscular arms propping himself up against it.

He watched quietly, and you would’ve been freaked out if you weren’t so damn tired.

“There’s still more to do. We haven’t gotten to the animals yet. And the roof on the barn needs leak repairs.”

You choked.

Hacking violently you smacked your chest before unlodging the piece of fresh bread from your throat.

Gulping water quickly you exhaled and turned to look at the cowboy in what you hoped was a glare, but was more accurately a very pathetic frown.

“I-!” You opened your mouth to argue before closing it softly with a tired sigh.

You’d complained enough today.

Mickey had been doing this kind of work for who knows how long, and he was going out of his way to accommodate your pace, though not by much, and was even making you food. It felt rude to comparing at this point.

You just hoped that if you died from exhaustion Mickey wouldn’t use your body as fertilizer.

So with a resigned groan you sat up after finishing your delicious sandwich. “..Yeah, okay.” You mumbled, getting ready to move to the trash can and toss out the crumbs and paper, but a large pale hand forced you back into your seat, without much pressure given how tired your body already was.

You gazed at Mickey curiously.

The tall cowboy looked down at you firmly, his expression odd as he scanned your bruises and sweaty face. Sighing completely inaudibly before reaching into his back pocket and placing a tube of some kind of muscle cream and a pack of wraps.

“Go upstairs and run yourself a warm bath. You stink and the water will help relax your muscles so they wont hurt as much tomorrow. You can spend the rest of the day doing whatever you need to do, but I expect you down here and out at the gate by 5 to bring in the cattle. Got it?”

You were stunned. The smile that worked its way on your face seemed to embarrass the farmer slightly as he turned away from you with folded arms and a grumpy frown.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m only letting you off because at this point you’ll slow me down more than anything. I don’t need a clumsy city kid messing up my work.”

You chose to ignore the bastards insults in favor of gently placing your arm on his lower bicep.

“Thanks Mic.”

You missed the deep inhale and weird glow of the cowboys eyes that followed you up the stairs and into your bedroom.

“…..”

It was good to see you hadn’t changed much.

#yandere #yandere cowboy #yandere vampire #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere oc #Micah/Mickey oc #part 1

[hannisungswifereal]

SKZ Felix (Yandere🔪)

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You have been wanting to go out for a very long time, Felix has been keeping you locked in the house with absolutely no contact with anybody whatsoever. He was possessive, like you were a trophy. It was scary.

"Baby, how about we go ice skating today?" He said softly, his voice sounding soothing in a manipulative way as his lips curled into a smile you could melt into.

You nodded your head hesitantly, knowing if you said no it wouldn't be very pretty for you.

"Good! Remember.. no talking or looking at other boys, got it?" His tone became serious, threatening.

"Y-yes.." you mumbled

He grabbed your wrist tightly, a scary smile on his face. "I can't hear you.." he whispered.

"Yes!" You said quickly, wincing from the pain.

"Good." He said, a pleased smile on his face. Did he like to see you in pain?

(Next part soon, I'm just lazy)

#headcanon #stray kids #yandere #fluff #fanfic #writing #felix #lee felix #stray kids smut #skz x reader #part 1/2 #part 1

[sl33paholics]

dio angry fucking you… because a guy was flirting with you and dio gets mad and teaches you a lesson🤧

Know Your Place!

Dio Brando x black!fem!reader

Warning(s): aggressive sex (with consent ofc), biting, gripping, choking, nipple play, rough kissing, bit of degrading, spanking....it's a shit ton of stuff alr? You'll see as you read.

OOOOOOOOOOOOO my first ever Dio request, out of all the characters from JJBA, I finally get to write this nigga for the first time. Kinda scared. Also, this is a modern AU as you said in your first request!

Words can't describe how much of an internal emotional turbulant this man felt when he saw a guy hitting on you while the two of you were at the shopping center.

He left you alone for a few minutes just to use the bathroom and came back to see a man, a lowlife, a pervert, a pig, a snob, an ugly fucker way too close getting his chance to holla at you. As if he waited or even followed the two of you to watch Dio leave your side to swoop in and take your attention away from him for a moment so that he could do something disgusting to you. He just couldn’t let it slide.

The blonde watched at you fluttered those lashes at him. Your glossy lip-liner lips curved into a pretty smile as you made conversation with this stranger who was now practically glued to you. You looked like you were in love with this fucker despite Dio being your boyfriend. It didn’t feel right. Could it be that you were humoring this man? Was it some sort of sick game for him? Was he trying to impress you so badly?

As if his body was acting on his own, Dio approached you two of you. His hand grabbed yours as he squeezed your small one tightly. The sharp gaze he gave the man in front of you was not friendly or soft. He knew what was going on and was ready to rip his eyes out with his bare hands if necessary. The guy backed off and sheepishly went his way. “We're going home." He'd say in that quiet voice of his, the same tone he used whenever someone tried to get too close. But this was different. There was something about Dio's eyes, the way they narrowed, and the way they glittered as if he would gladly rip out the stranger's tongue with his teeth, which made him seem so intimidating.

The ride home was quiet. He didn't say a word to you. You knew he was angry by the way he grabbed your hand. You're not stupid. But you didn't think it was a big of a deal. You were surprised when he didn't drop you off to your dorm, but instead, to the Joestar estate. Dio never bought you here unless an event was going on. Did this man forget to tell me that a party was going to happen today or what? You thought to yourself.

Man, you were totally wrong. Super fucking wrong.

You're now currently laid down at the edge at the edge of his king-sized bed, face-to-face, naked. The firm grip Dio had on your hips as he stared down at you with those dark chocolate orbs. All you need to know is the extent of how pissed off he was. His thumb gently stroked the sensitive skin above your naval. "This asshole dared to look at you," he whispered harshly, his breath hot against your neck, "and touch you." You could hear the venom dripping from each word Dio spoke, goosebumps appearing on your skin under his touch. Your legs raised up high with your knees bent to form a V, exposing the pink folds.

Oh my, the cold air in the room didn't help either. Your nipples were getting hard. As you felt the chills running through your breasts, the pain that came with it was creeping in.

Dio was enjoying watching you whine beneath him. His body slapping against your, his attention going to your breasts. A wicked smile plastering his face.

Dio's hand slithered over to one of your breasts, cupping it as he ran his thumb across its nipple. Your head threw back as he massaged the breast. However, he pinched your nipple as hard as he caused you to scream. Don't fucking move, (Y/N)." The words were stern and rough, making sure you stayed where you were.

Your back arched up with every pinch. It didn't help that the thrusting was beginning to become faster. Your mind was starting to cloud over with lust. You were losing control of what happened to you. You knew this could only end in disaster.

"Oh, if only you could see yourself right now. Such a whore. Like the slutty bitch you are." His words pierced your heart. They hurt more than any slap ever could have.

Dio pulled out, leaving you in shock. He moved your body further up on the bed as Dio got on top of you. You felt his hand wrapped around your neck. When the blonde thrusted into your waiting pussy, he gave your neck a good squeeze to make sure that your mouth stayed shut from a lack of oxygen. "No screaming. No moaning. No begging." The blonde wasn't taking shit from you. He didn't want to hear you protest.

Dio was jamming, no, drilling you at this point. His thrusts were getting sloppy, erratic, and rough. Dio's pace quickening and his breathing heavier. Every time he pumped inside of you, you could feel his cock twitch inside of you. Almost as if he was having trouble controlling himself. His breathing became heavy. The feeling was driving you crazy. You wanted him. More than anything.

His squeeze was getting tighter, and your eyes were rolled back. It was only until you had to scratch his arm for the man to realize that he had to snap out of his cloudy hated state of mind, removing his hand from your neck watching you gasp for air.

Dio got closer to your face, and the same hand he used on your neck was now cupping your cheeks and turned your head to face him. His lips pressed against yours. Dio's tongue tasted your salty lips and his own saliva sliding in between them before he sucked your tongue into his mouth. His tongue dancing with yours. Dio groaned with pleasure, and you couldn't help it. You moaned. That sounded so sexy coming out of your mouth. The trial of saliva against your tongue when he finally moved away. This was amazing. So intense and intimate, yet also so tender and caring, you thought. His taste was addicting. He tasted like peppermint, vanilla, and chocolate. Dio tasted like everything you liked. He smelled like the rain, like springtime, and most definitely, like sex.

All of this pleasure, all of this pain was worth it to be with him. To be in his arms. To be with him forever.

You felt yourself coming to your climax when he continued to stroke and massage your already wet and swollen clit. You were going to come any second now. You wanted to come again and again with him. With him.

And with that, you did, falling into his embrace after the two of you came together. Dio didn't bother to pull out. He wanted to remind you who you belonged to, as if that wasn't apparent from the moment Dio threw you on the bed earlier.

"My my...look at you," He'd say seeing your figure below him twitching and breathing heavily. "Your lip gloss has smeared across the pillow sheets and your pretty hair is all messy..." The blonde would say with a chuckle, you looked at him as if you wanted to punch the shit out of Dio. "Fuck you...you bastard...choking me as if I'm some fuckdoll." You'd say closing your eyes.

"Don't threaten me with a good time and new ideas, sweetheart. Take this as a lesson learned. You belong to me."

#anime #jojo no kimyō na bōken #black writers #female writers #poc writer #black reader #x black reader #yandere jojo #jjba smut #jjba part 1 #dio brando #phantom blood #jojos bizarre adventure #modern au #x black fem reader #black tumblr #black women

[yourlocalstranger123]

Genshin. ~Aether x Reader~

-Don't go. Stay-

• yandere aether. (Not too much yandere)

[Good ending]

Part 2 here

You are from another world. You have gained knowledge of how to travel from world to world. You were wondering around until you found twins that were traveling to find a new home.

The Siblings:

At first, they were on high alert with you. But then when you slowly walked up to them, with opening arms. You welcomed them warmly. You were always gentle with them like if you ever did 1 little mistake, they would break. They felt warmth, you traveled with them. Most of the things you did were playing with their hair, braiding Aether's hair, and putting decorations on Lumine's hair. They also loved your cooking.

Something you didn't know though that they knew you secretly protected them when they are 'asleep.'

You guys landed in a world called 'Teyvat.' The moment you stepped in, an Unknown God approached, locking lumine up. When Aether and you were at the beach, he was on the verge of tears. But he didn't want to break down in front of you!

After he fished out Paimon and helped him guide. The moment you guys were finally alone in the bedroom, he broke down. You let him hold you tightly, flinching every time that seems you are trying to get out of his grasp. Your warmth comforts him through all of his troubles and pain.....

(He couldn't let go of you now...)

You've been always his comfort person. Being there all the time for him, he couldn't ask anything more. He loved your hands gently rubbing his back, softly stroking through his hair like he was a fragile doll.

In the past, he didn't want to come close to you. He felt annoyed by you. But now when the time he separates from you, alone. Is now frowned upon. He didn't wanna let go, it used to be just a want. A desire. But now it's a....

Need.

-currently in the teapot- "Aether? Are you alright, you seem a bit tired. Would you like a little break?" You patted on your lap signaling that he can lay on it. You smiled so warmly. His heart screams to do it but he had a better mind.

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"What? You wanna be between my legs-" you were surprised at least. He couldn't help but look away, embarrassed......welp, guess where he is at. Yes. Between. Your. Thighs.

Aether's POV (kinda?)

'So soft! I could never believe how dumb I was to distance myself from them!' He had felt a piece missing. He still felt empty, but when you came in. He felt complete, at first he was hesitant. 'What is this feeling? Why does it always happen whenever I meet them? Must stay AWAY.' But now he is sitting here. Leaning into your warmth.

Back to author's POV

"Aether, I've been thinking.", "yes [name]? Is there something bothering you?" Did he bother you? Did he- "I think I should visit [earth] to get something." He froze. Are you leaving him? Please don't go :( he can't survive without you!

Later you told him it would be only for 1 day

Make your choice.

(A) let aether come with you

(B) tell him to stay here and when you come back, you grant him a wish.

(C) leave him. [Well not permanently maybe]

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Option (A) has been chosen.

"Why not come with me?" His eyes brighten up at the idea, but he thought it would be only him and you. But we had to bring paimon.

For emergency food-

He was fascinated with the technology. Also curious, when the sun was setting, you handed him a rose. Confessing your love to him.

He was so happy! You love him? Love means to stay together, right? So no need for anyone. You only need to depend on him! He hugged you.

Well, have fun traveling with your lover!

#aether #yandere aether #genshin aether #genshin #genshin impact #travel #confession #love #i dont know what to tag #aether x reader #happy ending #random #random post #aether x y/n #aether x you #genshin impact aether #genshin traveler #genshin aether x reader #part 1 #part 2 soon #choices #genshin fandom #genshin fanfic

[twisted-whispers]

Yandere!Malleus Draconia Headcanons #1

Hey there guys, gals, and non-binary pals. Here's a start to the Yandere!Malleus HCs. Like the Idia ones, this kind of reads like a story but don't think too much about it.

Enjoy! I'll get some more out soon.

(pic credit: click here)

Yandere!Malleus being the one to find and open your casket instead of Grim - your other-worldly spirit causing a disturbance in the obsessive faes senses to the point that you’re all he thinks about.

Yandere!Malleus getting that strange “butterfly” feeling Lilia always talks about when he sees you during one of his many stalks walks by Ramshackle, which disorients him to the point of missing a dorm leader meeting - this time he doesn’t seem to care.

Yandere!Malleus feeling light on his feet when you’re around, especially when you laugh at his quips or jokes that no one else seems to dull to understand. He feels the worlds magic more intensely during those precious times and he vows to obtain as many moments as possible.

Yandere!Malleus coincidentally changing the course of history in Twisted Wonderland - instead of the occasional illusive friend, you now have a steadfast and constant companion that literally never leaves your side.

Yandere!Malleus being your reliable protector and defender when Riddle overblots and Crowley does nothing to help - shutting the Redhead and the inky-projection down with a flick of his wrist, thorny roots encapsulating and restraining Riddle safely while Lilia and Trey tend to the minimal damage around Heartslabyul.

Yandere!Malleus showing up outside Ramshackle every morning with breakfast for you two - he never steps inside until you offer or invite him in but it doesn’t take long to grow comfortable enough to permanently extend the offer. He looks forward to smelling and sharing your choice of hot drink.

Yandere!Malleus escorting you anytime he gets a chance - he left in the middle of a flight exam when he saw you across the field. While Sebek was aghast at his Waka-Samas willingness to trade subpar grades in order to hang out with a mere human, Lilia was more than pleased and might have wrote home about it.

Yandere!Malleus purposely being one of the only people in Twisted Wonderland that pays attention to you and your well being. Even he has limitations on what he can do to help (he says), but the freshly enchanted repaired, dust-free dorm enables you to genuinely relax. Perhaps too well, as you seem to fall asleep more when you're not moving.

Yandere!Malleus considers your traveling of the realms as a (twisted sign) from the universe, and has every intention to manipulate these events to cater to his perverse and “selfish” life goals.

Yandere!Malleus following you to and from classes under the guise of keeping you company, guarding against any nuisances that might show up and shorten his time with you.

Yandere!Malleus finding you during lunch - comfortable enough at this point to not ask to join you, opting to slide in next to you instead of sitting opposite - even offering Grim a delightful plate of fish in order for more uninterrupted time with you.

It’s no surprise to our prince when you come crying to him about how your partner let you down -  you were getting along so well before, but they just disappeared. You have nothing for next weeks alchemy project either! How fortunate that his partner grew ill and is absent as well - do not fret, he already has a start on the one you can do together.

#yandere malleus draconia #malleus draconia #yandere #twisted wonderland #yandere twst #twst #tw yandere #yandere malleus draconia x reader #malleus headcanons #yandere malleus headcanons #hc #hcs #part 1 #malleus draconia x reader #gender neutral mc

[theyanderespecialist]

(Remake) Base Yandere Alastor Headcanons (Part1) Hazbin Hotel

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! Now That the show is out (The first four episodes) this is the remade Headcanons for Alastor, The Radio Demon! As we know more about his character. Though I feel we will learn more about him, so this is just part 1. I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here!] 

(DISCLAIMER: Alastor is AroAce but in this headcanons and possible scenario and video (on YouTube) he is yandere which means love sick. So the love he has for the reader or listener is not romantic and is more obsession and possession than anything. Asexuals and Aromantic or anyone on those spectrums are NOT like this in reality! Thank you! 

DISCLAIMER 2: Alastor is not yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life, and neither are demons! Please remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!) 

-Remade Base Yandere Headcanons With Alastor, The Radio Demon Part 1- 

.Alastor he is not interested in sex or romance. 

.He is a bit of a chaotic evil or neutral (It is up for debate) 

.Though when he did see you, he got this strange feeling in his chest, a feeling he had NEVER felt before. 

.It made him feel unnerve like you had done something to him. 

.So he would start to watch you, like a hawk, having his shadow watch you at all times. 

.Sooner or later he realizes that he wants you, not sexually or romantic. No. 

.But he does want you to be HIS to own you and to have companionship with you 

.To spend the rest of eternity together. 

.It is very less romantic and more controlling and possessive. 

.Where he very much sees you as a prize and as HIS And HIS ALONE! 

.He would want to keep you though, and he would learn that sex and romantic acts help his cause of courting you to be his. 

.He also does like that when he does these things for you it makes you happy. 

.So even though sex and romance are not his thing, he does them for you! cause they make you happy. 

(Mid-headcanon disclaimer: Asexuals can choose to have sex and physically enjoy it (Sex is a physical act and anyone can do it regardless of attraction) Asexuality is a lack of sexual attraction. Choosing to have sex while on the ace spectrum is being sex favorable. And you can still choose to do romantic acts as an aromantic. Asexuality is a spectrum. Aromantic I am not 100 percent sure how that works but I know that Aromantic can still want to have a life partner and or closeness to other people just without the romantic parts, now! Back to headcanons!) 

.He does want you to be happy and content with him and he is willing to do those things cause of his twisted version of what is, for him. That is the closest he will ever feel to romance. 

.Of course, he is a yandere so there are some toxic traits as well. 

.Such as he is a tad bit controlling and very manipulative. 

.Using his charm and affection to manipulate you to want only him. 

.And also manipulate you from being near anyone who could try and trick you into being with them. 

.Cause let's be for real, Alastor has a bit of an ego and he for sure is confident that he is the best option for you. 

.That he is the only one that is good enough for you. 

.So there is no chance that lesser demons will be able to woo you. 

.But he knows that you, his sweet darling, could be manipulated and tricked into being with another demon or WORSE giving your soul to another demon. 

.Speaking of which, he will very much make a contract with you for your soul there is no way he is going to let that chance to have you bound to him and where he Will QUITE LITERALLY OWNS YOU! 

.So yeah, be ready for that. 

.He will of course not have it be a normal contract, but instead a marriage contract where you will be made his spouse. 

.That way you belong to him. And also, will be his life partner. 

.Still, he would have your soul, so it would not matter what you do, you will be his spouse FOREVER! 

.Now back to how else he would be as a yandere! He is beyond PETTY. 

.If he had rivals (Which he does not consider to be rivals) he would be SO Petty with them. 

.Always showing them and you, how much better of a partner he could be and how pathetic they are! 

.He is willing to humiliate them. 

.Though he does have a bit of a possessive jealous side of him. 

.If someone was to try and kiss you or touch you? Well, he is going to rip them from limb to limb. 

.He would take sick pleasure in destroying anyone who would DARE To defile you with even something as small as kissing your cheek or holding your hand! 

.It is unforgivable. 

.Though he fully outright denies being the jealous type. (He may even gaslight you into believing he is not the jealous type) 

.He loves to cook for you, and will slowly condition you to eating deer meat. 

.Do not worry he is not going to give you a bloody dead deer right away. He will cook it for you. 

.It makes him feel connected to you and feels a stronger bond and closeness to you when he cooks you a meal. 

.He may even teach you to cook, another bonding experience. 

.Though I am sorry vegans and vegetarians he is going to make meat for you and most likely trick you into liking it. He just would he is a cannibal he is for sure not going to let you eat like that! 

.Side note he may even take bites of you, maybe even during sex. 

.And lastly, for part one, I will go deeper into other things and dynamics he would be a bit more okay with you touching him. 

.THOUGH He prefers to initiate physical touch with you, as he would still tense up if you caught him off guard, but he would not fling you away. More just accepts it as he is a little uncomfortable. (I am pretty sure he is a touch-adverse AroAce and is only fine if HE is the one touching!) 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Part one is done, I hope that you all enjoyed this and, stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

#yandere #yandere alastor #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere headcanons #headcanons #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #reader #gender neutral reader #part 1 #remake #aroace #asexuality #aromantic asexual #aromantic spectrum #aromantic #asexual spectrum #sex favorable

[dead-lausen-journeys]

Hi I like to request for yandere speedwagon please and thank you ❤❤

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Thanks for my first request! Due to nothing being specified I will write general head cannons for Yan Phantom Blood Speedwagon! Automatically gender neutral as well. I mean it's kinda one-shotish? Also, fun fact, I'm literally haunted by Speedwagon srs.

Warnings!!: Murder is mentioned, mentions of self sacrifice/starving oneself. As well as minor mentions of coercion.

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Yandere Speedwagon Head cannons;

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We should start where it began, right? It's most likely that you were also some orphaned kid kicked out on the curb of Ogre street. Another poor soul similar to himself, possibly getting wrapped up in the same street gang he had also joined. Or maybe working freelance for any sort of income, but with how horrendous children are treated out there it's most likely not even worth trying. That's exactly why Speedwagon had even started to rely on criminal means to get by.

No matter how the two of you meet, either with normal or criminal means. It's a good thing to have people to rely on, and that's exactly what you were to the young man. Someone he could rely on when all else failed.

During the start of your formative years with the young blond boy, Speedwagon had a nack for getting himself into potentially life threatening situations. Either mugging the wrong gentleman on the streets, or getting caught stealing. Whatever it may be, you would either be right there to get him out of the fray, even heal and tend to his easily avoidable wounds... It makes a certain kind of trust to form between you two. Even if he's not entirely trustful of you at first, but as soon as you'd show him that you genuinely care, unlike those gangsters within Ogre street, he loosens up quickly. Much like how he saw Johnathans gold heart, he saw yours.

And as the two of you aged, growing up together like the family neither of you had, he'd soon grow more and more protective of you. Speedwagon values the genuinely good hearted people, it's an ideology you can't remove from him even with his sprees of theft and even murder. Being constantly exposed to such disturbing and horrifying things does something to people. He doesn't want to see the same thing happen with you. Not you, so, soon enough he asks you to stay behind. Not exactly restricting if you could go out or not. He knows you're capable, he's only paranoid that he would either find you dead or in an even worse state.

Especially when the two of you enter into adulthood, Speedwagon's paranoia about your safety reaches its absolute peak. Which would push his mental state further. Requesting that you just stay inside. Stay in the abandoned building the two of you called home until he gets back. He couldn't bear to see you hurt, especially when he could so easily prevent it.

To also say that over your years spent together in hell on earth made him catch some feelings for you, ones that aren't all that platonic. You've been his backbone since childhood, it was only natural that those feelings had realized themselves into this feeling of devotion. Especially with how brutal it is to live in such a place where food is considered a luxury. And Robert is a rather lucid man, he knows that a place like Ogre street isn't somewhere to fall in love- per say. Yet— he can't help this giddy feeling the blond gets around you even if he'd t.

You're a small dash of color in a land full of blacks and grey's. It only makes his heart swoon in joy once he's able to return to the place the two of you call home. Sometimes the man fantasizes about the both of you being married when this happens. That he's just your loving husband returning home, yet he knows that's not a reality. Yet, at least.

Over time he'd have a habit of trying to show off. Either from his bizarre fighting style to his almost frightening awareness and ability to narrate his surroundings to a T. Robert finds joy in this, seeing the way you either comment on his ability or subtly laugh at his goofy nature. It makes his days just a little bit brighter. It only fed this growing feeling in his heart that the two of you were meant to be.

But don't be fooled by his silliness, he can be quite serious when need be. As Robert himself has killed before, and will not hesitate to do so again when there's no other option left. It's most likely that he has killed someone for you're sake- either it be a dedicated creep or some London lowlife, he does feel guilty, but he'd rather protect those he loves rather than people he doesn't even know...

His street personality is strikingly different from his almost golden retriever-like attitude he carries around you at all times. Isn't he just the cutest, most charming man you've seen? Even if his antics are perceived as rather rude or extrinsic, Robert doesn't care. He'd light himself on fire to have those eyes on him for even a second longer...

These feelings he holds for you are rather charming. It runs deep within, more so than anyone could expect. As the eccentric man couldn't see himself where he is right now without you. You've played such a big role in why he's still breathing that he genuinely believes that he couldn't have survived up until now without your guidance and hospitality. His heart yearns to spew out his woes, to embrace you and never let go. He'd be the happiest man on earth if you even grazed his calloused and dirtied hands even accidentally. Practically making his stress melt away in record time and with flawless efficiency. There's nothing you could do now that would change Robert's view of you, he's practically like a trailing puppy at this point. Wherever you go, good ol' Robert E.O Speedwagon is not far behind!

He would give up anything to keep you well and happy, especially during those cold winters where he'd lend you anything warm he had- even if the two of you had the luxury of a fireplace in this old and rotten home. Robert would happily freeze, bleed and even starve if it meant that you were safe and sound.

The man is dedicated enough to bring around with him over a dozen momento's of you. From a torn and dirty piece of fabric that once belonged to your old clothes, maybe some locks of hair— if he's lucky enough he'd find some sort of locket to store these items of love— kissing it for good luck whenever he has the chance too. Robert is a hopeless romantic, after all. Keeping such things with him reminds him of why he's still fighting, to get back to you each time.

Oh, and about his prior fantasies of getting married— Robert would be overjoyed if you were to accept his proposal, even if it did take a bit of coercion. Robert is still over the moon with joy. With or without a ring, it doesn't matter to him. Especially after the events of Phantom Blood, Robert is just relieved that he's able to live the rest of his life with you without the threat of the supernatural or vampires... Or anyone else to disturb the two of you anymore...

#yandere jjba #yandere jojos bizarre adventure #yandere phantom blood #yandere jjba part 1 #yandere x reader #yandere reo speedwagon #Tw. coercion #Tw. mentions of murder #pure post #yandere speedwagon #yandere headcannons

[yandere-wishes]

Finally saw Dune pt.1 !! Going to see Pt.2 tomorrow!! So...send in any yandere ideas you've got for Paul, Feyd or any other characters!! Also if anyone wants to send in something for the poly Paul x reader xFeyd au please do😘😘

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[dearest-painter]

No she’s MY DAUGHTER! PT.1

Summary: Y/N Drew is the adopted daughter of Jessica drew as a 6 soccer year old girl. What she doesn’t know is that she looks a bit to familiar to her mom’s boss, in his eyes she’s the reincarnation of his dead daughter. When Y/N and her friends have to help an anomaly stay alive it reveals that more people want her as family.

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is basically Gabriella O’Hara aka Miguel’s dead daughter but you can change your looks just some things will look like Gabriella,Reader is a soccer player which is based off of my experience,Reader is 6 years old so no romance bc duh,very out of character characters,this is a series,Her mama brought her to a chase,Reader is BFFS with Pavitr,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more

PT.2 PT.3

You and your mama just arrived at her work, your dad couldn’t watch you as usual as he had to go into the office this time so you just went with her. You’ve only been here a few times as she tries to keep you out of this stuff, you were wearing your soccer uniform as you just finished a soccer game. “Mama can I get something to eat, I’m hungry” “Of course sweetie, let’s go to the cafeteria so you can eat plus mama is hungry herself” you giggled and nodded. You were so excited for a new sibling! You knew they’d need LOTS of attention and help so your parents would be busy but that’s fine! Your more then willing to share the love your parents give you!

You were skipping as you were happy to see your best friend soon! You two got there and got some food. “Gracias!” “Your welcome little one, on the house Jessica” “You sure?” “Mhm, your pregnant and also little one seemed extra hungry” Jessica nodded her head as you two ate then threw away your trash. She kept holding your hand the whole time as she wants to be sure your safe, you didn’t know where your mama’s motorcycle was but you knew it was somewhere.

“Mama is gonna go do some work so you stay here, okay baby?” “Okay mama! Be safe!” She kissed your forehead then went to works as you sat down and started to draw in your coloring book. You didn’t know where you were which worried your anxiety but you were calming down as you were coloring….staring..someone was staring at you..you weren’t insane and knew it so immediately you got up and looked around just to see if you could see ANYTHING that would show the thing watching you.

Miguel was looking at you surprised…his daughter is alive? Lyla saw you were getting nervous and started breathing heavy as you were scared so she appeared on your watch. “Hi there!” “AHH!” You jumped and fell as you stared at the holographic women…you blinked a bit before responding. “H-hello?” “Hi there! I’m Lyla, your Y/N drew aka Jessica Drew’s adopted daughter” you nodded your head slowly confused why this random lady knows about you. Lyla saw the worried looked on your face which she didn’t like as she was program to also care for Gabriella and you look exactly like her. “I’m an AI, I was made to do and learn about anything in any universe. I know about your family and history as a quick scan then I know everything. I know that isn’t comforting but that’s the truth”

You nodded your head feeling a bit more comfortable..sorta but you kept feeling eyes on you. Miguel was still in disbelief seeing a girl look similar to his daughter, is this the universe saying that his daughter still needs him? Recantation..that what must’ve happened, you were his daughter just in a different form! Yes that’s the answer! He just wishes he found you before Jessica did. “I-is there someone else here? I don’t like the feeling of being watched” “Just Miguel, he’s just a grumpy workaholic man. He isn’t much talkative so how about I talk to you while you color?” You felt a bit calmer knowing you weren’t going insane so you nodded your head and got back on the chair as you went back to coloring as Lyla talked…you wanted your mama and dad really bad.

#No she’s my daughter series #yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #female reader #fem reader #yandere x female reader #no romance #platonic relationships only #part 1 of many #yandere spider man across the spider verse #yandere spiderverse #Gabriella!Reader