#yandere scenarios

[rxmye]

" 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 . . . "

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂 / 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 — Yoichi Mikami . . introduction | masterlist | requesting rules warnings : nsfw content / sixteen + content / gender neutral reader / yandere oc x reader / Yoichi is aimed at people with a savior complex tbh / yandere content / pathetic yandere / submissive(?) yandere /

a/n: this is just a character sheet of some general info alongside nsfw and sfw headcanons below . .

Appearance: Yoichi has fair skin and soft brown hair, which is slightly wavy and it reaches all the way down to the bottom of his neck; it's well kept as he has this obsession with his hair. He has light hazel coloured eyes and soft pink heart shaped lips. He has the inverted triangle body type, so a slim waist. He's toned but nothing over the top, his physique is mainly thanks to his close friend Lucas forcing him to join when working out. Yoichi has slim Vieny hands, and stands at a tall 6ft in height. Yoichi has many piercings, truly the embodiment of "You're not depressed, you just need to get your skin pierced", with 3 different ear piercings, a tongue piercing, and to top it all off a eyebrow piercing. (He has yet to get a lip piercing, but let's be honest, he's one melt down away from getting one).

Character basic info: Yoichi is Pansexual, and emophilia which is a tendency to fall in love fast, he's a hopeless romantic as heart and is more of a obsessive and delusional type of yandere/stalker. His has many hobbies, which includes but is not limited to, cooking, drawing, writing, photography and etc . . Yoichi has a major sweet-tooth, and is not that picky with what he eats but hates peppers with a passion . .

backstory: Yoichi is currently attending university, he's in med school and plans on becoming a surgeon, currently completing his bachelors. Yoichi comes from a well-off family, he's old money and his family is pretty traditional but rather accepting when it comes to him as he is an only child. His parents have always been reserved with affection except when it came to each other and though he's aware they care and love him, he often times craves to fill the missing gap with his romantic entanglements, hoping for something similar to what he saw his parents having, . . which has led him to being a hopeless romantic. Yoichi has always struggled with sleep, but now has found a remedy that comes in the form of y/n . . and he does not intend on letting them go . . .

NSFW | 16 + CONTENT BELOW THE UNDERCUT . . .

Yoichi's love language is quality time and physical touch, the feeling of skin on skin, your touch, the smell of your hair, the scent of your sweat as your embrace him closely is something he wishes he could stitch into his brain. Yoichi is willing to die in the comfort of your touch, your embrace, to let you swallow him whole is his dream.

Despite that, Yoichi is a switch, he has no personal preference when it comes to who's taking the lead in bed and has a high libido, yet he wants nothing more than to feel as much of your skin as possible, he wants to swallow your breath—to become one. He'll take anything you give him, and expects the same in return.

Despises bondage for that very reason, restrainment will drive him insane—he'll whine, he'll cry. . if he can't feel you, if he can't reach out and let his hands touch your pretty hair, grip your thighs . . Same applies to blindfolding him, he needs to see! He needs to feel, see, touch, smell, taste you, he needs you to overwhelm his senses!! You can't do that to him!!

Cock-warming would be torture, it would be a punishment for him, he'll do his best to behave, but honestly he'll be a crying and pleading mess in no time, you mean you're going to let him stay inside you . . yet not let him move? You feel warm, wet, and amazing, he wants to feel more . . let him have more . .

He's more of a groaner then a grunter, he whines and has a habit of overstimulating himself, which leads him to overstimulating you. . He just needs more, thursting deeper into your walls, touching you, his mouth on your neck, fingers teasing your nipples, sharp teeth sinking its fangs into your flesh, he wont stop unless he himself is on the brink of passing out, fingers gripping ever so tightly on your waist, thighs, fucking into you sloppily and messily, he'll leave both you and himself a crying mess . . as drool drips down onto your chin.

Aftercare is usually something he has to prepare before hand, because with the way he goes, it'll be unlikely that either of you will have energy to move out of bed, most of the time he'll have snacks and drinks prepared for afterwards, and you both will spend the time cuddling.

He despises quickies or voyeurism, he doesn't mind fucking you against the window, or when someone is near, but he dislikes the idea of doing it outside of the bedroom harshly, sex is intimate . . and he wishes to keep it as such.

With that, he also dislikes degrading, other then the few small occasions. However, this man adores receiving and giving praise, he'll compliment everything, voicing how much he adores you—the way you taste, the way you moan his name, your fucked out expression when he goes a little bit faster then before.

On the other hand, Yoichi really really really likes being degraded, he'll never voice it—but go ahead! Call him a pervert while he kneels at your feet, worshipping your body as it should be!!! Call him sick and twisted, please call him names, choke him—Oh . . he also loves it when his partners get aggressive.

Also, bite him, scratch him, dig your nails into him, pull his hair, he loves anything with a sting or mark that's left behind . .

NON-NSFW HEADCANONS

Yoichi is a obsessive, delusional, and stalker type of yandere, he often writes down his fantasies in a book, and isn't afraid to get violent when needed, he'll defend himself by repeating a lie over and over till he believes it—till it erases any guilt or remorse he feels. He's willing to kill, he's willing to do all of that, because if it came down to it, he'll lie to himself, so much so, that even he himself will convince his mind to believe that yes, he did the right thing . .

He's skilled at stalking, yet he rarely risks breaking into your house—out of fear he may leave one thing misplaced and you'll catch on, his insomniac, sleep deprived mind is paranoid and anxiety ridden, and he cannot risk anything of that sort, he may watch you from outside your window, he'll move near you, he'll follow your around the neighborhood to satisfy his whims . . he'll stage coincidental meet-ups at class, clubs, etc, until he can come into your home as a friend lover!!

As he can't sleep without your scent, he often tries to satisfy his whims by buying similar perfume/cologne as you use, it does the job for awhile, and he's at least able to sleep a bit, he still prefers the smell of your old clothes, and the real thing more . . .

Yoichi often writes letters to his darling, that he refuses to send out of fear that they might call the authorities, despite knowing full well they'll do nothing about it, since he's not a 'huge threat' to them. He had done his research before this entire fiasco, and has taken to imitating traits of famed stalkers in movies and documentaries so no one catches him.

Also, he isn't the type to steal underwear or anything of the sort, he's much more above and mature then that. . instead he steals all the clothes you plan on donating, because what greater purpose can they have but being a part of his shrine, collection, horde. Same with any tangible items, why should he dig through the trash? No, he couldn't have dirty hands when he plans on touching his darling in the future (he's a germaphobe) rather, he'll offer to throw out that juice box, that piece of gum you have wrapped up in a tissue, yeah . . and then stuff it in his pocket.

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Rival Femboy Yan who hates Femboy Cheerleader Reader-

Rival Femboy Yan who was the previous talk of their college campus before people got to a real taste of him and his standoffish attitude-

Rival Femboy Yan who despises Femboy Cheerleader for being the type of sweet natured individual that others gravitate towards- Opening the eyes of Rival's most devoted followers to how cruel he can be to them.

Rival Femboy Yan who steals parts of Femboy Cheerleader Reader's look. Rival Femboy Yan who's quickly called out for this.

Rival Femboy Yan who demands Femboy Cheerleader Reader's half empty tube of lipstick and the spare skirts out of their locker. Femboy Cheerleader Reader who's kind enough to help out what they assume to be a schoolmate in need.

Rival Femboy Yan who finds Reader's skirts too tight - because he can't control his body's natural reaction to wearing their clothes. Rival Femboy Yan who puts Femboy Cheerleader Reader's lipstick on his fleshlight - imagine the smear on his cock having come from their lips instead of ones made of plastic

Rival Femboy Yan who stalks Femboy Cheerleader Reader during their solo practices. Rival Femboy Yan who swears he's only filming them to learn all their little tricks before the next team meeting.

Rival Femboy Yan who makes jokes to his friends about how funny it'd be if they dared him to kiss Femboy Cheerleader Reader at an upcoming. Not because he wants to kiss them. It'll just be funny to see their reaction.

Rival Femboy Yan who tapes dozens upon dozens of pictures of his rival to his bedroom wall. The stains on them are from him losing his temper and throwing various things at them. You're the pervert if you think those white blotches are another else.

Rival Femboy Yan who really wants to take a shower with Femboy Cheerleader Reader.... Who said that?

Rival Femboy Yan who's benched for serval games after beating the shit out of a football player from another school who tried hitting on Femboy Cheerleader Reader after a game.

Rival Femboy Yan who trips Femboy Cheerleader Reader for panty shots because he hates them that much.

#Rival yandere #femboy yan #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #male yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere blurb #yandere x you #yandere boy #yandere bully

[2-dsimp]

Imagine a fem reader who was like Tiana from the princess and the frog at the beginning of the movie where she just came back from work and collapsed on her bed and slept for all of two seconds before her alarm went off and started getting ready for work. I wanna see Nokka's reaction to that.

『Featuring your yandere husband asserting his dominance as the only breadwinner』

————;—————

Nokka: “The fuck are you doing getting dressed this early in the morning? Where the hell do you think you’re going wife?”

The gym junkie had just came back from the 24 hour fitness center. To find you looking like a zombie that was haphazardly getting ready to go to work. And he knew damn well that he’d made it clear to you that under no circumstances were you to even have a job. Much less even look at the job listings on the internet.

Nokka was your provider so you’d better come up with a good godamned reason. As to why you even had an alarm set to the time a corporate slave was supposed to go to work.

Y/n: “Uh this is my alarm to do the dishes…?“

Your husband gave you the bombastic side eye at your blatant lies before he casually dropped his weight bags on the floor. And strode towards you saying nothing as he immediately ripped off your working clothes.

Using his immense strength which sent the buttons of your blouse flying like bullets. Alongside your working skirt, once you were stripped half naked. just the way he likes Your husband then pushed you onto the bed and rolled you up like an eggroll. Once he was done he stood up and admired his craftsmanship of tying down his wife from ever escaping the duties of being his precious stay at home wife.

#Nokka the husband #yandere male x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere drabble #yandere male #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #yandere husband #suggestive #yanderecore #yandere content #male yandere #yandere concept #yandere headcanons #yandere x y/n

[yanderemommabean]

Thinking about Choso calling me "his pretty girl" and kicking my feet and giggling

“You’re such a pretty girl for me” Choso croons, dragging his fingers down your cheek, to your neck, and then gently down to your chest where he can feel your beating heart. “So sweet and delicate. All for me, right sweetheart?”. 

Of course it’s only for him. You can’t see yourself even wanting to be this way with anyone else, and even if you could, he wouldn’t give you that choice. His dark hooded eyes look at you so possessively, fingers now spidering over your stomach as he watches the rise and fall of your chest. The way he maps out your body like you’re a delicate artifact, something to marvel at, you know he’d never feel this way about anyone else. 

“Answer me baby doll. Your body tells me just fine but, I need to hear you say it”. 

“All for you, Choso. Only for you. You know that” you answer, sucking in a breath when he slides his hand even lower, not shy about how he grips and feels up the meat of your thighs, his eyes closed as he inhales, deep and shaky, like he was holding in a growl. “Mmm…That’s a good girl”. His fingers grip more firmly, massaging your skin as he slides down to be face to face with your naked and bare pussy, the top of his nose pressed right into your pubes. 

The way he breathes in has you so deeply flustered, you honestly don't know how he can so openly lewd while simultaneously reserved, especially when he gets in these worshiping moods. You move to hide your face in the bend of your arm, but he’s quick to firmly circle your wrist with his fingers, holding your arm still as you become stunned. 

“Being a good girl for me means I get to see all of you. It’s all I ever want…is that so terrible to ask?” 

“N-no, sir, you know I’m just-” you begin, only for him to click his tongue and spread your legs apart even further. 

“Then let me see all of you, and indulge in you as deeply, and as intimately, as I please. Be good for me”. 

(-Mommabean, hope you like!)

#yandere Choso #yandere smut #yandere lemons #yandere male #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #mommabean

[kitkatmochi]

A crybaby darling who looks absolutely pretty after crying, all glossy eyed and wet faced, those precious orbs looking full of emotion, begging to held and consoled- people have red and puffy eyes after crying? Well not darling...

Crybaby! Darling: *crying*

Overprotective Boyfriend! Yan: What's wrong, my love?

Crybaby! Darling: He's so cute! *looks at him and points at her new kitten doing little backflips*

Overprotective Boyfriend! Yan: *heart skipping a beat but not at the kitten, at his darling because she looks way too goddamn pretty crying its inhumane* fuck you're too unfair honeybee

Bonus:

#yancore #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #headcanon #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #cute

[yandere-sins]

Guard #500

a/n: It's been a hot minute but I just got this idea for our beloved prince so I just went for it. Hopefully it comes across as fun as I had while writing it ♥

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Pairings: Yandere!Guard!Malleus Draconia x AFAB!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Malleus eating out reader, Mentioning of a one-night-stand), Abuse of authority, Manipulation, Mentioning of Reader unintentionally cutting on a knife (but no further actions in that regard), Mentioning of knifes/assassination/dead/dying, Slightly unhinged behavior from the Yandere, Slightly gorey description, Long Post

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There was something especially cruel about having your failure rubbed into your face.

He didn't even need to say anything, much less move. It was enough for your former target to stand outside your cell, unfortunately, alive and well, taunting you with his silence. Malleus Draconia was probably the most feared name one could hear when you were sent to prison for your crimes. And the more grave your crime was, the more you had to fear him.

"It doesn't suit you," he finally said after staring at you for a long time. 

The two other guards at his side eyed him, confused about his statement. You stopped pretending to read your book, an activity you abandoned the moment he stepped up to your cell. Your mind was too nervous to concentrate on the words, but even so, you had the desire to pretend he wasn't there, hoping he'd leave.

"I don't know much about fashion—I should ask Schoenheit about that," he directed the last few words at his fellow officers rather than you. "But orange doesn't seem to suit you."

"Unfortunately," you sighed, pretending not to have a nervous tension all throughout you just from speaking in his presence. "The dress you saw me in last was just too pretty for prison."

"Unfortunate, indeed."

More silence, and you finally put down the book, looking up at him. You held no personal grudge against the man. He hadn't done anything to you yet. It had been a failed assassination, one you had been paid for and which would give you a nice retirement once you got out. Some guy stuck in this prison with you wanted him dead, hired you, and now the biggest blow was that to your ego. 

Malleus Draconia, however, still sent shivers down your spine.

He had that authoritarian aura around him and the piercing green eyes to match. When your gaze met his across the dancefloor of his private estate, you had felt your heart miss out a beat, your body tensing, trying to decide whether to run or approach. Something about him just drew you in, magically even. And at the same time, you felt like prey even though you were hunting him. It had been him who had walked up to you first, asked for a dance, and you foolishly agreed, letting him sweep you over the floor and into his bedroom like a fool. You could have killed him there, easily, and disappeared into the night, never to be seen again. 

But you couldn't. Not when he looked at you with the adoration of a lover. He was a rare jewel you could never possess, but you seemed to be the treasure of a lifetime in his eyes. 

Never before had you let anyone deter you from your goals. Becoming an assassin hadn't been an easy task, betrayel your every-day business. You took advantage of your victims for as long as you needed, and then you stabbed them in the back, not caring if they knew it was you, cursing you with their dying breaths. But you did it well. Discreet and highly compensated, you thought that was all that mattered at the end of the day.

So why did the memory of that night still heat up your face?

You wanted to appear cool and unbothered by him now that you two were locked in this prison together. But how could you when you still remembered the dragging of his fingertips along your skin? The reverent way he parted your legs to fit himself between them, like the missing piece of a puzzle. 

How could you forget the way his scent drafted all around you? His sheets, his hair, his body rubbing against yours, melting you into a malleable silhouette of passion and desire. If you took off your clothes, it was most likely you'd still find a hickey or lovebite left behind in the moments of pure lust, and when you touched yourself at night, you still imagined his image that of a slightly disheveled god looking down on you with the mercy and the grace of a servant. 

At this point, you thought you saw Malleus' smile widen as if he could read your thoughts. Perhaps you never had the kind of pokerface you thought you did. But one way or another, he seemed to know exactly what you were thinking of, even if just because he was thinking of it, too. 

"I liked you so much better, draped in my green sheets. But that's nothing that can't be arranged even now. I look forward to your next attempt, little assassin."

He left, appearing pleased with himself, to the absolute horror of you and the two other guards, who took a double take at their superior before shooting you dirty glances. That's right, you thought, almost wanting to say out loud, "I fucked your great Malleus Draconia."

But you didn't. Instead, you shrugged, feigning your return to read your book nonchalantly as if nothing that happened was a big deal. You had no beef with them, and trying to hide your embarrassment by sticking your nose in your book was better than letting them see how failure raked its claws over your back.

It felt almost the same as how Malleus had done it. 

"Is this-- this even allowed?"

Your head fell back the moment you uttered your momentary concerns. Driving your fingers through the silky black hair, Malleus' eyes shot upwards, the green ever so piercing. However, instead of the fight and flight from before, now, the only thing it caused inside you was desire. 

Everything about him was so regal, from how he knelt on only one knee beneath you, to how supportive his shoulder was to your leg draped over it. His hands were buried in your hips, enough to keep you steady but also to direct you exactly where he needed you to be. You were a helpless mess, whining when he pulled his tongue torturously slowly out of your cunt, and you bit your lip when he licked over his, your slick making them shine like some kind of fruity gloss. 

"Do you not like it?" he murmured from between your legs, taking another full drag through your folds as if he was licking the spoon after eating a delicious dessert. "I suppose it hardly measures up to the splendor outside this prison, but I hope you can appreciate my gift to you."

"All I did was get beaten up by my employee, and you gift me a whole-ass cell for myself, prettied up to make it look like your room?"

You weren't sure whether to freak out or to laugh. Not having to share the public amenities and a room with three other stinky inmates was undoubtedly a welcome gift. Still, you were hardly deserving of it after trying to kill the man who presented you with it now. 

"I'm still sorry about that; I should have come earlier," his gaze dropped, the light diminishing as he looked at your stomach. The bruise wasn't forming yet, but you knew it would come sooner than later. Even if you trained yourself to be a better assassin, you weren't immune to damage. 

"But I promise to make up for it."

His eyes darted back to meet yours. Gone was the moment of regret; now, all that you saw before they lidded in the process of staying true to his words, was determination. 

You felt his tongue slide back over your clit, the unnatural longness of it wrapping briefly around the nub before he began to suck. There must have been a world record somewhere for getting Malleus Draconia to eat you out, but he, surprisingly, proved to wear the badge of honor when it came to servicing someone. 

It was wrong, but it felt so good.

Biting your finger, you held back the moans as you felt him probe at your entrance again. However, another uncomfortable thought crossed your mind, and as you pulled the finger from between your teeth, Malleus entered you, slipping right along your walls and making you buckle over.

You were glad for him supporting your body, feeling as if you might collapse there and then. "W-What about the others?" you stuttered, unable to shake the feeling even though his actions were very much shaking you. "What will they think if they hear us?"

"Let 'em," Malleus muttered against your pussy, not sounding so dignified with his tongue inside you. "They can 'now who you belon' to."

"Sir!" you gasped, only to let a loud moan escape. It was hard enough to keep up with your worries while your inside clenched around his tongue as if your life depended on it—although he seemed to not mind it in the least. Still, you didn't want to hear dirty talk from someone who was supposed to hate you more than anyone else. And although you felt a real orgasm build, hard and fast, you couldn't shake the embarrassment of being paraded to his goons.

"W-Wait, stop!"

God, you hated yourself. You were so close.

However, Malleus complied. Immediately, all movements ceased, and he looked back up at you, expecting your next command. You were troubled with catching your breath first, but eventually, you shook your head, and you felt the drag of his tongue as it pulled out—not without its tip going left and right, mind you, tasting as much as it could. 

"You've done—ngh!—done enough. I appreciate it, really. But I can't accept this—any of it! I just... I can't. This has to stop."

Malleus stayed silent, gazing at you with a mix of disappointment and, what you could only describe, defiant refusal. "We will not," he finally concluded, and you gave him a confused look as he gently dropped your leg to the side so you could stand on it again before getting up. 

"Is this not exciting for you? Have I been neglecting your needs? Given how... wet you are, I thought I was going in the right direction, but I can improve my technique if you give me pointers."

"W-What? No! It was fine—great! You were doing everything right, it's just..." Your shoulders sacked as you gestured around the room. "I shouldn't be rewarded like this for trying to kill you. Look, I have nothing against you personally. It was just a job. And what we had was great, but it wasn't that good for you to treat me like this. I mean, shouldn't you hate me? Why are you doing this?"

To your complete bafflement, Malleus chuckled while you were getting worked up about the weird circumstances you two were in.

"Hate you? How could I? You led me right to the people who wanted me dead in the first place. I recognize your role as a pawn in the scheme, but is that it? Do you think this to be boring, now that it is just between you and me? Do you miss the excitement of getting a job done?"

Turning sharply on his heels, every one of his moves so deliberate yet fluid, he stepped over to a small box on the table, opening it and taking something out of it. Turning towards you again, he only needed to snap it open to reveal the sharp, silver blade of a knife that you thought must have definitely been illegal to be brought into this prison.

"I thought of this, too, you see. That you might need some more excitement. So, here."

Taking your hand in his, he placed the cold jack knife in your hand, directing its tip towards him. When you looked up at him in shock, you could hardly figure out what he was thinking. You thought yourself good at reading expressions and little signs, but with Malleus' formal training, it was hard to make anything out. With the eyes of madness and the smile of adoration on his face, you couldn't make out a single thought in that head of his. 

"Go on, do it. Stab me, cut me, rip me open if you must. Make a mess of my body. And then let me return to where I belong, at your feet, between your legs. Let me nourish on your juices so it may be the last taste on my lips before I perish. And when I am down there, please use me for your desires so you might remember me fondly as well."

"You're crazy," you muttered, doing the only right thing you could in this situation—pulling the knife back to the point you cut yourself before throwing it to the ground so he would stop almost piercing himself on it. 

"Hm, crazy," he pondered, nodding his head thoughtfully. Even in the face of this situation, with his eyes closed, his face serene as a moonlit night, and his hair ever so slightly disheveled from you meddling with it before, he seemed completely composed. He looked nothing but otherworldly, as if he shouldn't be walking among humans but belonged to the creatures written in books. It was unnerving, just like his words. 

Malleus could have had anyone. Surely people would line up to just awe at him for a split second. They'd pay more than you could ever earn in your measly life just to be regarded by him once. Yet, he choose the assassin who wanted to murder him. Who failed yet helped him. You thought you'd eventually meet your employer now that you were in the same prison and get a reminder not to speak of who hired you. You didn't know Malleus would be watching, being able to figure out who wanted him dead just by observing you. 

And because of this, and perhaps the fling you two had on the night of his assassination attempt, he'd come to want you.

"Perhaps I am "crazy". It doesn't feel bad," he admitted, opening his eyes again to look at you. Nothing of the unreadable curse you saw before remained in his gaze. Only pure, unfiltered adoration now filled it. He looked at you like only someone madly in love could. You never thought someone could ever look this way at you, and if not for the nagging fight or flight instinct returning to the forefront of your mind, it almost pulled at your heartstrings.

But before you could react, he leaned forward, picking you up. You squeaked as he lifted you high in the air, your legs wrapping around his torso instinctively. He walked as if you weighed nothing, carefree and playful, tilting his head to nib at your hand that was gripping his uniform jacket before mending the agitation on your skin with a few pecks of his lips.

You eyed the door, waging your options. If you hammered against it, screaming for help, the two guards Malleus left in front of it might think he's in trouble and come in, even though he ordered them to stay outside. Something felt terribly off with this man you once thought to be this elegant, otherworldly prince who could do no wrong. You thought he joined the side of justice to keep up his image, but the amount of mercy he was showing you and only you bordered on selfishness.

It would be better to leave before it was too late. You shouldn't humor a beast that seemed to be starving, fixating itself on the only prey that had no choice but to obey when it was in a helpless position. 

"Crazy or not, stabbing me or not. Either way, let's return to the matter at hand: you didn't cum yet, did you? However am I going to deal with it if my darling is dissatisfied with me?"

In a swooshing motion, you were thrown forward, falling right on your back, only to be caught in softness and comfort. The mattress of the bed he provided you with molded to your body, the pillows and sheets guaranteeing you a good night's sleep on imaginary clouds. And even better support for other activities.

"And just so you know..." Malleus added, climbing on top of you, straightening his back only to pull off his jacket before he hovered closer than ever to you. As if he had to completely erase any distance keeping him from you, his body sticking against yours like a magnet. He was mesmerizingly pretty and you still couldn't believe what he was doing. All of this was wrong, and some feral instincts from a century ago feared he'd rip out your throat as he buried his face beneath your chin, kissing along your neck. 

"I soundproofed the room but I plan to let everyone hear us."

You gulped, and he chuckled, involuntarily feeling the movement press against his lips. 

"You already belong to me," he stated matter-of-factly as his face popped up in front of yours again. You looked at the door once more, fearing it was too late. You were trapped, caught like a princess by the dragon, but there was no knight in shining armor to save you. 

"And I'll prove it to everyone and you if I must."

#Malleus #Malleus draconia #yandere malleus #yandere!malleus #Twisted Wonderland #TWST #TWST Wonderland #Disney TWST #yandere twisted wonderland #prison project #yandere #yandere twst #yandere!twst #disney twisted wonderland #yandere!twisted wonderland #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[carnivorousyandeere]

Imagine a yandere finding out you like reading about yanderes…

CW: stalking, some victim-blaming/yans refusing to believe what they’re doing is wrong

Some yanderes would be struck with horror and self-reflection, even having their heart skip a beat in fear at the thought that this is some kind of trap, you know what they’ve been doing, you’re about to tap on their shoulder and confront them— before slipping back into a more comfortable belief that you don’t know anything… and that if you did, you’d actually be okay with it.

Some would be immediately ecstatic, assuming this truly makes you soulmates… but also a little suspicious that you know about things like this. Does this mean other people have tried to woo you the way they intend to? Who else has followed you and known the deep, secret intricacies of your life…? The knowledge they held close like precious gems, scattered and shared with the unworthy… who else? Who else? Did you love that other scum…? Did you even know? Surely not… you wouldn’t betray them like that… would you?

Some would be flattered, delighted, assuming this means you know about them and this is your shy, sweet, roundabout way of professing your love back to them? You knew they’d snoop through your things, and find these… you left all of the things you’ve been fantasizing about, all of the things you want them to do with you, right where they could find it, didn’t you sweetheart? Forget their original plans… they’re taking you home with them immediately.

Some would be confused, even disgusted, with no self-reflection to realize they are already like the yanderes you read about. How could you be entertained or amused by, even less attracted to, such piteable, pathetic creatures like the yanderes you read about? Maybe they dislike the yanderes you read about, scorning the lack of restraint and subtlety the characters show. Or maybe they’re a little jealous, a little insecure instead… maybe they need to be a little more like the characters you read about for you to notice them…

#my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere cw

[cremedensada]

yandere ocean spirit. sometimes appearing as charming young man who listens to the stories of the townsfolk with genuine interest.

sometimes appearing as a lovely lady walking down the shore and helping the kids collect the prettiest seashells.

and sometimes appearing as an elegant individual, whose beauty surpasses beyond gender, always found half-submerged in the ocean - long hair cascading down towards the ocean and it doesn't look like it seems to end? like it just blends with the ocean somehow.

torn between following you wherever you go, abandoning his life as a spirit just to be with you like a dog follows his owner; or, dragging you to the depths, in a secluded cave hidden somewhere underneath where she can have you all to herself.

calm waves becoming turbulent and harsh when a boat comes close to where she's got you hidden - fearing that the people might find you and steal you away from her.

yandere ocean spirit who causes the greatest storm the seaside town has ever experienced, a tsunami the people are ill equipped to deal with as you tell them you're going back to the city. who swears they'll wreck havoc to every single city in their wake, flooding and tearing every building down wave after wave if you so much as leave them behind.

promise him you'll stay with him, and he will keep the water placid and safe for the townsfolk. their lives are in your hands.

#yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere #tw yandere #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[yandereworlds]

I wanna give all your ocs a little kiss on the forehead <3

I had to draw the boys reacting to a forehead kiss.. This may or may not have been an excuse to draw them all together

Either way, hope you enjoy! <3

#yandere #yancore #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere x reader #male yandere #//mun kiki #yandere drabbles #yanderecore #yandere headcanons #dae-hyun #lukas #dr.laurence #demetrius #dantae #mun kiki art #yandere art #art

[eggonog]

Rabbit (Yandere rich! oldtimy!OC x gn! reader)

My 3rd post!

Tw: Abuse, violence, abusive parents, murder, typical yandere stuff, sad boi :( ect.

Unedited

Version 1

~~~~~~~

William was so tired of this. The children looking at him as their parents whisper in their ear and point at him. Their stupid smiles as they walked up to him, waving. Trying to earn his favor. He hated it.

He walked out of the main hall, and down a hallway. But his rhythmic steps faltered when he saw you. Sitting alone in the corner eating a biscuit. He watched as you cracked it in half to give to your stuffed bunny. He almost laughed.

"What are you doing?"

You jumped and made a little squeak.

"...me?"

You pointed to yourself.

He nodded, and you stared at him with eyes as big as his shiny silver dinner plates.

"Who else would I be talking to?"

"Uh- Mimin...?"

He smirked. You were amusing.

"Is that what you named that thing?"

He pointed at your soft, yellow bunny.

"Yes, it is. And we are eating."

He scoffed.

"It can't eat, it's just a cotton ball wrapped in fabric."

You looked at him, horrified.

"How can you say that!?" You covered Mimins ears.

"He's sensitive!"

He chuckled. Very amusing.

He boldly walked over and plopped himself down next to you.

"I want the biscuit." He held out his hand, expectantly.

"Go get your own! This one belongs to Mimin."

You held your bunny close to your chest, turning away and protecting your precious friend.

He frowned, slightly upset. His hand lowered a little.

"Well, it's my party, so it's mine."

"No! We're the gusts, and you always have to treat guests with respect!"

His frown deepened.

His hand fell to his side, and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Don't you want to be nice to me?"

"Why would I,"

You puffed out your cheeks, tears at the corner of your eyes.

"You were mean to Mimin!"

He had a confused frown now.

"It's just a bunny..."

"And you're just a boy!"

"a- "

He looked at you for a second, a surprised noise coming out. And then he started laughing.

"I like you. Would you wish to be my acquaintance?"

You blinked.

"What?"

Your posture relaxed, and you faced him again, your precious Mimin resting in your lap.

"I want to see you again after this, rabbit."

Your head whipped directly at him.

"I am not a rabbit!"

"Would you prefer bunny?"

"No! Call me by my name!"

Your cheeks puffed out.

He smiled.

"Hmm... no, I don't think I will."

You sputtered for a few seconds, looking at him offended.

"W- well- then I'm gonna call you..."

You looked down in concentration, trying to think.

He smirked and looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"Yeah?"

"W- what's... what's your... name?"

He smiled mischievously, jumping up and striking a pose, putting one hand on his chest, and the other one out in the air, closing his eyes, and dramatically stating;

"I am the second born of the Renali family and beloved heir to my father's business- William CogsWorth Renali! Pleased to make your acquaintance."

He bowed with just as much vigor, waiting for your response.

"Well then, I'm going to call you Coggy!"

His posture grew slack for a moment, and he looked at you as if asking if you were serious.

When you gave him a determined and mischievous look.

He stood up straight, snapping into place.

"That's not fair! You should call me William! It's what's proper!"

"Hmm, no, I don't think I will!"

He was exasperated.

You really were amusing.

~~~~~~~

You were sitting below a large, thick tree reading a book on a summer afternoon facing away from your mansion, when suddenly Will was beside you, hanging upside-down by his knees on a tree branch.

"Guess what I did today?"

"AH-!" You startled, flinching and dropping your book.

"Cog? Geeze, you startled me..."

He giggled, and let himself fall to the ground, now sitting to your right.

You straightened yourself out, brushing the wrinkles from your clothing and fixing your posture.

"Anyway, what did you want to tell me?"

"I passed my test~" He folded his arms behind him, crossing his legs and stretching out.

"What? First try?" You put your book in the grass to your left.

"Yep," He popped the p. "I'm a pro-fess-ional swordsman now. Please, hold the applause-"

"No one's clapping." You said playfully, tilting your head and bringing your left knee to your chest.

"Wa- but I'm the first-ever 15-year-old to become a knight-!"

He pulled his arms from behind his head and leaned forward, looking at you like a kicked puppy.

"They said i could be a tyrant when I grow up! They said I could over throw kingdoms- that I was more talented than most adults!"

"yeah, yeah, no- good job."

He pouted.

"You're being sarcastic!"

"No I'm nottttttt"

You picked your book up from the grass and started reading.

"What, do you want me to be smart like you? I can learn everything! Be smarter than you!"

You smirked and raised an eyebrow, nose still in your book.

"I highly doubt that, Cog."

He furrowed his eyebrows.

"What will it take? How can I impress you?"

"I dunno..."

"Commonnnnnn pleaseeee????"

"What are you please-ing for?" There was a smile in your voice "I just said I don't know."

He rolled his eyes.

"I swear, I could rule the whole world and you would still rather read than humor me."

He slumped against the tree.

"What are you reading anyway?"

"Nothing- HEY DONT LOOK-!"

You threw your book behind you as he tried to snatch it.

He had you pinned to the ground, a hand on either side of you. He glared down at you, playfully.

His normally perfect hair was falling down his face slightly, the golden tastels from his overcoat barely missing brushing your chest. His red tie was slightly loose, and he was looking at you with that... awful smirk that made your heart flutter.

"It's not that dirty stuff again- is it?"

Your face flushed- less from him and more from embarrassment now.

"No! It's not!"

While you were distracted trying to come up with an excuse, he reached over you and grabbed it.

"COG!"

You lunged forward and wrapped your body around it, keeping it away from him.

"Okay, okay! What do you want?"

He looked at you, laying on your back in the grass, face hot.

"I-"

He looked over you, slightly sprawled and breathing heavily. You were beautiful.

"I want- you..."

"...yeah? What do you want me to do?"

"...huh?"

"What do you want me to do..? You never finished your sentence."

"OH. Uh- I want... you to..."

"William!"

He froze.

The two of you scrambled up, and you threw your book to the side, where he couldn't see it.

"William! Where are you!?"

You could see the fear in his eyes.

"You weren't supposed to come see me, were you?"

"I... wasn't, no. No I was not."

He was panicking, you could tell. He had only gotten caught once before, and his father didn't come to get him... so why was he here? It would make more sense to send a servant to get him.

His father came storming around the tree, quickly slapping Will across the face.

"What have you done with your mother!?"

You gasped and took a step back. He grabbed onto his son's hair, shaking him.

"You horrible child!- where is she!?"

You couldn't do anything but watch, as your best friend got berated and beaten by his father in front of you.

"I don't know! I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"She's not in the mansion! She's not with her friends! She's gone! She always loved you more than me, what did you do to her!? WHERE IS SHE!?"

He threw his son against the tree and glared down at him. William started crying, and you took a step forward, instincts wanting to comfort your friend.

This caught his father's attention.

"YOU." He pointed at you, and you flinched. "You must know, what did he do with my wife!?"

"I- I'm sorry sir I do not know."

"Useless... Both of you!"

He kicked Will, and then angrily stormed off, leaving him to whimper and sniffle, curled in on himself.

The second he was out of sight, you ran to the base of the tree, sitting in front of him.

"Will..? Are you... allright?"

He sniffed, grabbing onto his hair, and biting his lip to stop from crying.

"I'm... okay."

He was shaking.

You slowly sat next to him and hugged him. Holding his head to your chest like a child.

He let out no noise, and that made you sadder.

"Hey, Cog? What did he mean about your mother being missing?"

Your clothes were wet with tears.

"I don't know..."

You sat in silence for about 40 minutes. He had long stopped crying, but you didn't let go.

You sat there, watching the sunset, occasionally singing a song. A few stray leaves fell down on the wind, softly falling to the ground. You stayed there all night, using his coat as a blanket. He fell asleep on your chest, with your songs in his ears.

~~~~~~~

He had asked to meet with you. It had been a while, a few months. You only saw him last at your birthday banquet. He bought you a thin gold necklace, with a small, intricate gold rose. In the rose, there was an itty-bitty clock. It dumbfounded everyone at the party how it could be as small as it was. Though it was a bit garish, you found it charming.

You were both adults now, and he owned his father's business. Your childhood friend had become more stern and lost his playfulness. An adorable teen had become a charismatic and flirtatious man.

You often wished you could go back to how it was before his mother ran out on them. It felt weird to see him acting serious and cold.

He acted different around you though, he had a soft spot for you. And you knew it. The way his normally perfect smile would droop to the left of his face, the genuine lop-sided grin he would show to only you.

He asked to meet under your tree.

Alone.

So here you were, walking up to it. You took a deep breath and walked around it.

You had matured, not enough to stop calling him by his middle name, but enough to drop the nickname. At this point, it would feel unnatural to call him by his first name.

"CogsWorth?"

Your hand subconsciously touched the trunk of the tree as you walked around.

"You asked to meet me?"

He was standing, looking into the distance, presumably thinking.

"Rabbit, you're here..." His fist clenched, but he didn't turn around.

"Yeah, it's been a while."

He nodded.

"so what did you want to meet me here for?" Your hand came off the tree, and you fiddled with one of the fingers of your glove.

"Do you remember the time my father came here?"

You frowned.

"Yes, I do. I was surprised when you wanted to come back here afterward..."

He shifted slightly. Was he nervous?

"How could I not come back? I wouldn't have been able to see you otherwise... It's not like I could not see you again."

You smiled. He changed, but he was still sappy at heart.

"I wouldn't have survived without you."

A frown found its way back onto your face. You could hear the last two words, even if he didn't say them. And you knew it was true. With his Mother leaving him and his father the way he was, he likely would be dead by now without hope. By his father's hand, or his own.

"oh, Cog..." Maybe you weren't mature enough to not use nicknames. It's not like anyone would call you on it.

"I can't survive without you..."

Your heart melted at that, but there was also... something bad forming in your gut.

"Did something... happen?"

He stiffened slightly.

"I can't get anything past you, can I?"

"cog... what..."

"What did I do? What's wrong with me?"

You were confused and taken aback,

"what happened. Cogswoth, that's what I was going to say."

He turned around and looked at you, he had tears in his eyes. But you couldn't tell what expression was behind them.

"I... did something."

You reached out and put a gloved hand on his shoulder.

"Cog..?"

"It was a bad thing... but... it didn't make me feel bad."

You were oafishly worried.

You looked at him, trying to read him.

He looked back into your eyes.

It was getting more difficult to read him, as he was being conditioned to keep his expression natural. But he softened up a little around you.

Still, you couldn't tell. But you didn't think he could either.

"My father, he's dead. I'm the man of the house now."

You didn't know what to think. But you knew exactly what he did.

"You think I'm a monster don't you?"

"What? Why would I? You've gone to war... you were even a general."

He grabbed both your hands in one of his own.

"But he was my flesh and blood..."

"CogsWorth, he was horrible. You of all people should know that."

He stared at you.

You stared back.

He slowly brought his hand up to your face, stroking your cheek. You leaned into it, and put your hand on top of his own.

"He said I couldn't marry you..."

"...what?"

"That's why..."

He stroked your hair.

"I don't understand...? Why...?"

He pulled out a ring, with a small blood splatter on it. He quickly put it on your finger and whipped the blood off his thumb.

"Will you marry me, little rabbit?"

~~~~

Back story for one of my ocs! since I just started my blog I will be slowly introducing my various oc's unless someone requests a certain thing. An alphabet for Will/CogsWorth might be coming soon, probably.

#yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #obsessive #yandere writing #obsessive yandere #yandere community #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere boy #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #CogsWorth #William #Will #yandere x you #yandere x y/n

[hana-no-seiiki]

opening marriage applications for one yandere femboy twink prince 👑

must be able to withstand clinginess and bratty behavior, alongside the murder of your friends, family and whoever else that has breathed in your direction

must be able to call the twink, ‘my prince’ ‘your highness’ etc etc.

must be fine with random cosplay/makeup days as well as shopping for an ungodly amount of hours (retail therapy is the only thing keeping your future twink hubby from going full on insane)

must be an avid cozy game player

and last but not least, must be a good chair.

send in your applications now!

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere core #yandere prince #yandere twink #yandere femboy #yandere concept #yandere male #male yandere #yandere headcannons #yandere hcs #yanderecore #darling core #darlingcore #yandere scenarios #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere scenario #yandere drabble #yandere blurb

[heartfullofleeches]

pomegranate and cat hybrid reader.... yum, yum, yummmm.....

Pomegranate and Cat Hybrid Reader are as deadly of a pair as they are adorable. Pomegranate would never let his sweet kitten out of his sight. Their fluffy tail, the way their ears twitch when he scratches behind them. How their pupils dilate when they're drinking his milk and their body slumps against his when they start to doze off.

Pomegranate often forget about the paralytic side effects when Reader is in the equation. He can't help but spoil his precious kitten and seeing them in that state is a guilty pleasure of his. He'll trim their claws, bathe them, dress them in the cutest outfits. He almost never let's them leave the house by themselves because why would he?? The world is so big and dangerous. Someone will surely steal his kitten if he let's them run off all by their lonesome.

-

"My poor kitten - have I overfed you again? I hope you can forgive me once you're able to speak again. My milk dripping from your sweet lips... I wouldn't trade that sight for anything in this world.... Ah!- Did your tail just twitch? Are you awake, love? Would you care for some more milk? You know I'll do anything to make you happy!"

#Pomegranate my oc #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere blurb #male yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere x reader

[2-dsimp]

Moros and me are going to be baking all the time together since I also adore baking. We're doing a lot of dates at home, cooking together, cuddling, and whatever else. Honestly, as someone who suffered from food insecurity growing up, having gone without food plenty of times, I understand not wanting people I care about suffering the same thing. So, Moros and me could bake as much as he wants, giving away the extras so we don't waste food since wasting food is the worse.

『Featuring your Yandere Torturer baking with you 』

———————;——————

Moros: “…Something’s on your face Sunshine”

His soft voice aired out quietly as he was in the zone of baking his team some signature gooey chocolate chip brownies. The Torturer’s giant form was slightly hunkered down next to you as his dexterous scarred hands kneaded the dough with a keen precision. He pointed out how you had some cookie dough on your face but didn’t do anything to wipe it off. Since Moros was a bit too timid to even think of touching his precious darling.

Y/n: “Oh really? Could you get it off for me then Mo?”

Moros: “Huh? Y-you want M-me? To Get it o-off? For you??”

The Hitman stumbled on his words bashfully a bit stunned by your request. Acting as if you asked him to meet your parents. His body gave a slight twitch as his eyes shifted albeit nervously over to you. Pausing in his ministrations to calculate how exactly he was going to survive this key moment with his darling. Let’s just say after 15min of hard contemplation he finally wiped off the offending dough. With the help of Vincent the Enforcer hyping him up in the background.

#Moros the Torturer #yandere imagines #yandere male x reader #yandere x you #yandere drabble #yandere male #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #yandere hitman #yandere art #yandere content #yanderecore #yandere concept #yandere headcanons #yandere x y/n #male yandere #yandere x darling #yandere oc x reader

[umitsy]

warnings: implied age gap, stalking, shameless behavior, love obsession

reader's g/n

➻ Yandere confident photographer! whose liking and passion for his work began once he saw a post of her favorite influencer on the internet taking photos out of random people on the streets, brightening their days.

➻ Yandere confident photographer! who studied photography for her sake and with the dream of one day encountering her inspiration.

➻ Yandere confident photographer! who also likes posting about her adventures along praises for you, tagging you shamelessly on each story.

➻ Yandere confident photographer! who on days works hardly to gain more important jobs and in the night becomes a kinda-like detective to track you down and finally meet you.

➻ Yandere confident photographer! who's attitude helped her to become the CEO of her own company five years after graduating and be able to travel to wherever place she wants.

➻ Yandere confident photographer! who immediately used this opportunity to send you a letter herself to meet you at a certain place you once were and wrote you adored being in. Even offering to pay your airplane tickets.

➻ Yandere confident photographer! who fangirls infront of you with no care in the world, because, just as she told you, she could not be happier to have you here! You've been her inspiration since she saw you so happy taking pictures of people and nature.

➻ Yandere confident photographer! who does take care of her words to do not let any information about her night work scare you off, because she's been told how agressive or impulssive sometimes she might become when she gets excited about something.

➻ Yandere confident photographer! who tells you how much she wants to work with you and get you to sign a contract to do so.

➻ Yandere confident photographer! who by the end of the night whispers to herself that no matter the age, she knows you'll be hers soon.

"𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙄—𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨! 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡/𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙/𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧?!"

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[yanyanobsessed]

continuing on my yan! cult leader concept cuz ive been having brainrot...

• During sermons, on more than one occasion they have stuttered and forgotten their words mid-sentence because they noticed you in the crowd, looking up at them with full attention.

• When another worshipper starts getting too friendly with you, their love-sickness is overcome by their need to 'keep you safe' and they approach the two of you to inform the unfortunate soul that they seem to be in need of 'extra care', as the result of some form of divine insight- They direct the worshipper to one of the tents on the other side of the camp, and its only once the worshipper leaves and you strike up a conversation with them that they find themselves tongue tied and struggling to breathe again.

• They do their best to respond casually to you, and yet its still painfully obvious to any outside observer that they are certainly not taking the situation casually- Be it their flushed cheeks, or the way they fidget with their rings, struggling to make eye contact with you for long.

• One night, you unconsciously corner them, enacting a simple conversation with them while they were in their quarters. They struggled to make out a sentence, completely flushed at the sight of you blocking their doorway. Such a pretty lamb, your hood highlighted on the edges by the light of the campfire outside, your eyes full of wonder as you were unaware of the effect you had on them.

• They weren't sure what about you was so addictive to them- You confused them, immensely so. They didn't know what to make of you, unable to think much at all when it came to you- Their brain tends to simply empty out when you come around, any notions of prayer or divinity overcome by your presence and the way its warmth melts their cognition into putty.

#yan cult leader oc #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader imagine #yandere scenarios #yandere drabble #yandere imagines

[yandere-sins]

On the very slim chance that the omega ends up pregnant with their beta’s child, how would they react?

[Find the original posts of the series here]

The omega will be OVERJOYED!

Finally! Finally, they have proven even the smallest, most annoying voices in their head wrong! Everyone told them they could never have that wonderful little family everyone wishes for with a beta, but everyone was WRONG! They are in LOVE, they live TOGETHER, they are having a CHILD, everything is just wonderful, isn't it?

Well, call it hormonal or not, but the omega's high comes very quickly crashing down with a partner who is a huge buzzkill. The moment they tell the beta and the beta is not happy about the news, the omega is so enraged, they'll drag the beta to the basement, kick them down the stairs, and lock the door, not caring for their well-being at all. They could be bleeding for all they care, but the omega has to do some pregnancy shopping. 

Only after the new nursery is adequately bought does the omega decide to go back and reason with the beta. By then, the beta might have actually come to their senses. If there are any wounds, the omega will naturally take care of them before sitting them down, making sure the beta knows how good a child will be for their relationship. And unless the beta wants to go through hours of pain, loneliness, and darkness again, they will pretend to be happy. 

It'll be like this aaaaaall pregnancy long, and even the smallest arguments will be full-blown fights which the darling can't win. Omega will want to shoot a lot of pregnancy sex content, showing off the ever-growing bump, the nursery will be cluttered with stuff so the house will have practically three nurseries, and when the omega is unwell and the beta doesn't pick up the slack, then all hell breaks loose. 

It's tough being a parent.

It's tougher to be the unwilling partner of said parent. 

Definitely.

See, they already had to work hard to set up everything for their perfect life. Not to go into stereotypical gender roles in the omegaverse, but that kind of is the alpha's job—normally. It comes pretty naturally to the omega now to be the provider. They earn the money, they make sure the groceries are delivered, and they buy pretty things for themselves and their darling. 

Aside from the material needs, they go above and beyond with their acts of service (they know how to cook three edible dishes, but they make up for it with lots of intimate acts) and their emotional support (they listen when their darling complains, they just don't do anything about it). As well as meet the needs of both of them (one of them has to remember the rut/heat cycles after all). 

The omega is already used to taking care of themselves and their darling, but there is a special kind of pleasure when things are quite dire. Their darling begging on their knees and crying to be let go is such a pretty sight. The beta is clearly not feeling so good, so it's only natural their yan provides them with comfort. It makes the omega feel much more needed and justified in their actions—a whiny baby like the beta could never survive in a harsh world led by alphas!

The less the beta turns out capable of doing anything for themselves, the better it is in the omega's mind. Let them be helpless so the omega can swoop in and save the day! And sometimes... when it's been an especially long stretch of defiance from their darling beta, they might help them realize once more how much they need the omega. Broken bones don't heal well by themselves, after all...

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