#Yandere Park Ranger

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Yandere Werewolf Park Ranger Helps Search for "Lost" You

[Yandere! Werewolf! Park Ranger x Missing! GN Reader]

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"The search for missing hiker Y/N is still on going. The hiker has been missing for the past week and park officials are diligently searching..."

Park Ranger Wolf (yes, he finds the name ironic too) is Lupine National Forest's best tracker. Whenever a hiker goes missing, local law enforcement enlists his help.

The park ranger knows the forest like the back of his paw, knowing every twist and turn of the trails and able to track down any lost hiker with ease.

Ranger Wolf's werewolf senses permit him to hear the smallest footstep, crunching leaves and twigs alerting him to movement. And humans often wear deodorant and/or perfume, so all he needs is something to get a sniff of, and he's able to sniff his way towards his darling target.

He lives and breathes the forest, and even lives in his own personal cabin that he built with his own hands in the middle of the forest, resting right by the lake.

When you went mysteriously missing one morning, after going on a hike that you didn't return from, the local precinct immediately contacted Ranger Wolf to see if he could track you down.

Your family, eager to find you, provided the werewolf full access to your place, pleading with him to grab whatever he could so that he could get your scent memorized.

He happily shoved his nose into your pillow and underwear and deeply inhaled, instantly getting your scent committed to memory.

"I promise, I will find Y/N," Ranger Wolf told your parents, even placing a reassuring hand on your mother's shoulder.

Ranger Wolf would spend day and night out in the forest, the locals feeling slight relief knowing that he was on the case.

Since he had his cabin located out in the woods, he would stay out in the wilderness twenty-four/seven, only venturing back into town to pick up supplies and give a brief update to the police.

"Still nothing," he'd tell them, "but I won't give up."

"Thank you, Ranger Wolf," the police officer would say, "we really appreciate your help. I'm sure you'll find them in no time..."

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"Darling, I'm home!" Ranger Wolf called out as he entered the cabin, doing all of the locks that only he had the key for as soon as he was inside.

You jolted up from your seat and backed against a far corner in the windowless cabin that you were trapped in.

"They're still looking for you," Ranger Wolf chuckled as he began to take off his work uniform, "but don't worry, my love. I keep telling them that I have this territory handled, so no one will come here and try to take you away from me."

The large werewolf snickered for a second, his massive fangs gleaming in the faint light from the lantern that illuminated the tiny cabin he made the two of you share.

"I'd love to see anyone stupid enough to try to take you away from me," he growled.

He paused when he saw you huddled in the corner.

"Oh Darling," he frowned, "it's been a week and you're still afraid of me?" He held his large arms out towards you. "Why don't you come here and give Daddy his kiss?"

You didn't move.

"Darling?" Ranger Wolf/Daddy repeated, his voice deepening slightly, moving his fingers in a beckoning motion. "Come here, please."

You shook your head, trembling in your spot. You really wished that you hadn't strayed away from the trail and had gotten lost last week, only to be found by Ranger Wolf who'd immediately dragged you to his cabin to be his. He never lets you leave.

You're his.

"Come. Here," Ranger Wolf growled, narrowing his eyes at you as he grew impatient.

Not wanting to get punished again, you swallowed hard and took shaky steps across the floor towards the waiting werewolf.

Once you were within arm's reach, Ranger Wolf reached out and yanked you into his hold, cuddling you against his chest as he happily nuzzled you.

"Oh Darling," Ranger Wolf cooed, "I love you so much and I'm so happy that you're here with me. I promise that I'll take good care of you, and once you love me back, then I'll consider taking you into town. Then everyone will see what a cute couple we are: the lost hiker and the park ranger who saved them."

#yandere boyfriend #yandere boy #yandere daddy #yandere x reader #yandere x you #obsessive love #possessive boyfriend #werewolf #yandere werewolf #Park Ranger #Yandere Park Ranger #werewolf x reader #werewolf x human

[flordeamatista]

𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚

pairing: Park Ranger!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

concept: Unlike air or land, water can't forget what it travels through. Ari has been with you in water, so you will remain with him.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: yandere!Ari, soft dark Ari, soft!dom!Ari, desire, exhibition (lake smut), body worship, lust, stalking, soft handjob smut, poetic smut - p in v smut, unprotected sex, possessive behaviour, Masturbating, obsessive behavior, kisses, orgasms because Ari is Ari, nicknames = Sunshine 

a/n: It's for Synth's Writer's Camp, @syntheticavenger, thank you so much for your guidance and I am always in awe of your storytelling.

This fic is also dedicated to @ lookiamtryingbecause you have been a constant source of support for me, and our silly rants about our men inspired Park Ranger Ari.

gif by the lovely @ lilacevansI adore you and appreciate you making me this gif

lovely betas: @writing-for-marvel

Masterlist

There is no ribbon to bind me down underwater. I can feel nothing on my body. 

Before running to the water, you glanced around, knowing your nudity. A smile spread across your face as you felt the refreshing sensation on your skin.

Your body glides smoothly over the surface of the water as you dive and slide through it with ease. Swimming through the shimmering waters, you saw swirls of light and ripples of gold encircling you.

Your visit to the lake was a joy because of its vibrant blue color, but also because of the crisp, piney scent in the air.

The waves created an ambient noise.

Your entire head was immersed, and there was no sound reverberating around you. It was a peaceful underwater world, and you needed that serenity. Over the last couple of weeks, there has been chaos, so you decided it was time to find peace and tranquility.

You immediately felt the coolness, flushes, and silkiness of the water as it travelled from your hair to your skin. 

In her art, she is dressed in the warm sunlight that dances on her skin 

Sunlight illuminated the lake where his lady was swimming, glistening like pearls off the water. A mythical mermaid emerges from the water after diving and resurfacing with curves that sparkle across the surface. Your shoulders and nipples pierced the surface of the water. Your hair fanned back as you broke the surface. 

It is a beautiful sight to see. 

All he needs is your touch and closeness.

You glow like a siren in the sun with the light reflecting off your damp skin.

 There is a burning sensation in my body and the water is cleansing for his touch to rekindle his mark on me  

Closing your eyes, you enter a dreamlike world.

There is still a sense of Ari around you. You can feel the heat of his body behind you, and his breath caresses your neck. You feel comforted by the way his strong arms embrace you.

 You can picture how his soft, large hands grasp you. His fingers trace patterns from your elbow to your fingertips as he trails them along your arm. Your fingers are entwined in his, his eyes twinkling as he surrounds them with his thick ones.

Every time the water whispers memories around your body, you feel every touch of his hands as they drift over you, making you tremble and shiver for his touch.

While your eyes were still closed, a light splash landed in the center of the lake. Trees and clouds that framed the lake were distorted as he approached. 

Call of love's siren. 

 You steadied your gaze on the slowly approaching ripples with your right arm grasping your right breast and your elbow covering the left.

 Inhaling deeply and letting go of your tense muscles, you let the air out of your lungs. 

A second splash.

 Ari slapped the water from the same direction even though he was only a few feet away. From the rippled craters in the water, you watched a slow movement gradually creep toward your position while cupping your breasts tenderly. The only thing moving in your body was your breathing. You were paralyzed as the water around you cooled down, sending a shock of silent shivers through your nerve tunnels.

When you opened your eyes and smiled, you saw crystal blue eyes in front of you.

Seeing the sunlight brightening your eyes, he touches your body. You feel the heat of Ari's hands brushing against your skin as the water ripples over your shoulders and encircles your waist. 

“Sweet Sweet Sunshine, I am here to take all the thoughts in your pretty head and make them only about me.”

His mouth is also warm, a softness that draws you in as he nibbles across the arching bow of your upper lip.

My love for you is more than a thousand words.

His hands trace the curves and dips of your silhouette. His hands find your bottom as you wrap your legs around his waist. There is a slight twitch in his hips, and there is a small amount of friction that is enjoyable-but not enough to satisfy him. After breaking the kiss, Ari ducks his head and kisses the tops of your breasts as they rise out of the water with your back arching. 

As your hands skim over his forearms and biceps, he feels his pectoral muscles bunch as he cradles you in the water, positioning you according to his taste.

Being in his arms in this beautiful water is freedom.

He stares at your loving gaze as you cup his face and stroke his hair, leaving a trace of water on his cheeks.

Whenever I kiss you, I feel as hot as fire and I will never get tired of your lovely scent.

Taking him hard in your hand, you tease him around your entrance, watching his chest quiver with small breaths. Taking hold of his length, your fingers feel the tingle of hunger as he squeezes impatiently against your hips.

As he steadily moves into your body, you exhale as you gasp for breath, sparking heat and sensation up your spine. Slowly, he presses into you, creating a long, sinuous curve that extends throughout your body. Soft moans followed by ripples of water almost completely obscuring your bodies. 

You can feel Ari's hands everywhere—stroking over your nipples, pressing into your back's dimples, grounding your spirit, encouraging you, and always being there for you. He sucks his lower lip into yours in response to your soft moan. 

Placing your forehead against his, you whisper, "You feel amazing, Ranger," and he nods.

A world of waters awaits Ari and you

With his hands sliding down to the front of his pants, Ari clutches himself through denim. It's like he's there with you, sneaking into the lake and putting his arms around you from behind. It is impossible that he is imagining the way you look at him, the way you did when you checked into the park. 

No, why would you come to his park to undress? It's clear to him that you came for him.

The skin on your body is very soft. He knows that because he felt it when you signed your name on the sign in sheet and your fingers touched. His mind wanders to how it would be to be pressed up against you, bare-chested, nothing but skin and lips, as he has pictured it in his jeep at the nature trails searching for you. 

He groans harder, breathing heavily. The echoes of the forest do little to muffle the moan. He wants badly to feel your thighs around his waist and your arms around his neck, something imagination cannot quite capture: slipping into you. 

His desire to know these things has been long-held, and now he has a sudden image in front of him, accompanied by the knowledge that you are so nearby that he could very easily jump all the rocks and go into the lake with you. The only one who can have you is him.

His hand ceases to knead, and he reluctantly pulls it away.

In spite of his body's cries for stimulation, he forces himself to control those desires. 

Unlike air or land, water can't forget what it travels through. Ari has been with you in water, so you will remain with him.

Tonight is a pleasure to be in, but it isn't now. His love for you can be expressed to him when he comes down to your tent for dinner. That's why you teased him this afternoon, he knows.

His gaze returns to you once more.

You seem at peace. You seem so relaxed. 

During your stay, he will ensure you have the most relaxed experience of your life. Using his body and love, he will relieve your stress.

In the future, you two will be able to tell the kids about your camping adventure.

His pleasure is in the woods, and you will be the wind he welcomes with peace

The words echoed on the breeze, softly, gently, almost too faint to hear. You look around nervously, fingering your knife without thinking. By the full moon, shadows dance between the trees.The fire crackles and sparks fly into the air, a piece of burned wood falling and sending more sparks flying. 

The fire is reflecting in the blue eyes of the ranger as he carries a rope in his hands and is ready to tie you down. He will make sure you both live until the end because you are his pearl of light and you will not swim away from him this time.

In this dark blue night sky, you will be his ride and and journey to every part of this park. because a ranger needs someone to share the beauty of nature with.

His shadow would no longer surround him, but you would be on your knees for him every blue day and night. 

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[seijorhi]

Scar Tissue

here there be monsters :))

Miya Atsumu x female reader

w.c 5.8k

tw: blood, gore, body horror, character death, people are munched does that count as cannibalism? sort of implied non-con, horror themes, yandere themes

Standing in the middle of an empty cabin, you find yourself slightly nonplussed. 

Every once in a while guests forget to check out on time. It happens. You give them the courtesy of an extra half hour and eventually they show up at the front desk a little frazzled but mostly apologetic. No worries. 

Once or twice it goes past eleven, and you’ve had to knock at the door and politely remind your guests that checkout was at ten, so if they please wouldn’t mind hurrying it along so you could begin checking them out, that would be greatly appreciated.

In the grand scheme of things, an hour or two delay isn’t the end of the world, it just means you need to kick your ass into gear to get the space ready for the next visitors. So long as they’re not rude about it, you’re happy enough to let it slide without charging them extra. 

This, however, was a first.

With the rain setting in and the humidity only rising, you’re in the beginning of the shoulder season, meaning the few bookings you do have are sparse and sporadic, the cabin set to be vacated this morning not due to be occupied again ‘til Thursday. 

Ten o’clock had come and gone, then eleven, and you’d once again grabbed your spare set of keys, intent on marching down there to find out what the hold up was.

Except there was no answer when you’d knocked, and when you’d finally relented and let yourself in, you’d found the cabin empty.

Not just of its occupant, but his belongings too. The bedroom’s a mess, sheets rumpled and dirt tracked through, there’s dishes in the sink, a pot of stone cold tea sat on the coffee table, a half empty cup beside it. You desperately don’t want to see the state he’s left the  bathroom in. 

The keys, mercifully, are by the door. 

Which is… odd. You have the guy’s credit card details on file so charging the room isn’t an issue, and yeah you’re not thrilled about the mess (why, exactly, did he feel the need to track half the forest in with him?) it’s more that, well, you have an out of hours key drop box for that very reason. If he’d wanted to check out early or there was some kind of an emergency… he could have at least let you know. 

You had better things to do this morning than waiting for a no show. 

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In the busier months when tourists show up in droves to see the mountains and the hot springs, your cousin drives up to stay with you, and you usually get one or two of the girls from town to come help keep the place clean and tidy and running smoothly. 

At present, you’re it. 

Sheets and towels have to be washed and replaced with fresh ones, you have to vacuum the floors, sweep the dust and the dirt away, mop, clean up the kitchen and the bathroom, wipe everything down – all in all, it takes a solid hour or so, and by the time you’re done, lugging the dirty washing off to the laundry, it’s early afternoon.

A little after four thirty, you hear the telltale sound of tires on the gravel driveway out front. A car door slams and a minute later a familiar face pops up in the entryway.

“Makoto,” you greet. “I missed you yesterday.”

The park ranger, tall and handsome, smiles back at you, “Yeah, well, even lowly rangers get the occasional day off. Taishi came ‘round, right?”

“He did. I told him the same thing I always tell you.”

Makoto lets himself in, closing the door behind him and making his way to the countertop that acts as your front desk. “Which is?”

“That as much as I appreciate the concern, I’m not some helpless damsel all alone in the woods. You don’t need to keep coming up to check on me, Mako.”

The ranger shrugs, “I know.” He smiles, brown eyes crinkling in the corners, “You remind me of my little sister s’all. I wouldn’t like the idea of her out here all by herself, either.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what Taishi said, minus the whole sister thing.”

He hums, “If it makes you feel any better, we used to come check on your grandma too before you moved up.”

“Oh, she told me. She’d go on and on for hours about the strong, handsome, young forest ranger who’d stop by – I think she was a touch smitten.”

Makoto bursts out in a bout of surprised laughter, and despite the painful tug inside your chest, you find yourself smiling at the sound. 

In his mid-thirties, tall, broad shouldered and more importantly, raised right, these days you think she might’ve been onto something. 

“Well, in any case, no bear sightings, maulings, creepy strangers or break-ins to report. Nothing but rude, messy guests disappearing into thin air,” you huff. When he lifts an eyebrow, you’re quick to elaborate, “Not like that, he just didn’t bother coming to check out and he left the place a mess.” You sigh, “It’s not really a big deal, more annoying than anything.”

“I can imagine.”

Before she passed, your grandma had instilled in you a strong sense of hospitality towards any guest who entered your home. “D’you want some tea? You’re on the overnight shift this week, right? I have coffee if you’d prefer that.”

It’s a dance the two of you have perfected over the past few months. 

You offer him a drink, he politely refuses. 

You offer him something to eat; snacks, leftovers from the night before, onigiri from lunch – you’re still adjusting to cooking for one, there’s always plenty left over and you’re more than happy to share – and he politely declines that, too. 

Then, you remind him that the daily check-ins aren’t necessary and he doesn’t have to go out of his way to keep dropping by, he makes some non-committal noise, and come tomorrow, he’ll be back on your doorstep and you’ll do the whole thing all over again.

Only this time, he doesn’t get the chance – interrupted by the reception door swinging open, a tall man in worn jeans and a rumpled shirt ducking his head to step inside.

No, not a man, you realise with a horrible jolt. 

A ghost. 

It’s the dark hair that strikes you first. Scruffy, longer than you remember, it’s missing the bright, bottle blond of his high school days – so much so that for a split second, you think it’s his brother who’s appeared out of the blue.

And then he grins – smirks, really, and any doubt vanishes from your mind. That expression isn’t one you’re likely to forget any time soon.

Hooded eyes flicker towards Mako, giving him a brief, dismissive once over. “‘m not interrupting anythin’, am I?” he drawls.

Makoto answers before you can, which is a good thing, you think, because currently, words seem a bit beyond you. 

“No, no ‘course not. I was about to head off soon, anyway.”

Despite saying it, Mako appears perfectly content staying right where he is. 

If you spared him more than an ounce of your attention right now, you’d see the small wrinkle in his brow, the way he shifts, straightening his spine, his shoulders, how he angles himself between you two – calm, yet wary, ready to intervene if need be. 

But you don’t. 

It’s been years since you last laid eyes on Miya Atsumu. 

Back then he was a senior with you, a talented volleyball player on track to join the national youth team and undoubtedly go pro. There was even talk of the Olympics, he was that good. You were… not nearly as interesting.

Mere weeks from graduation, that changed for the both of you.

“Miss me?”

Your throat dries. “… Miya.”

“You two know each other?” Makoto asks, glancing between you. 

Atsumu chuckles, wearing that same lazy grin, “Aw, we’re old friends. Been a while, though, hasn’t it?”

Not nearly long enough. 

“Yeah,” you say with a halfhearted nod. “Something like that.”

Before you can stop to think better of it, you take Makoto’s hand in yours and lean over the countertop to press a kiss to his jaw. “You should get going,” you tell him, your voice light and breathy. Play along, your smile begs. “I’ll call you later.”

And you could honestly kiss him again, because Makoto sighs then, rolling out his shoulders, “Yeah, I s’pose. Taishi’s on patrol tonight, he mentioned he’d stop by if he had a chance. I think Yuki made you something for helping out with the baby shower.”

Yuki had indeed gone to the effort of baking you some thank you muffins, Taishi dropped them off yesterday when he’d come to check up on you. Mako knew that. 

She’s not alone out here, asshole. 

“I’ll keep an eye out. Now go, you don’t wanna be late.” 

Mako gives you a soft look, slowly withdrawing his hand from yours. “Call me if you need anything, love.” 

He spares Miya, watching your interaction with a faintly bored expression, a short, perfunctory nod, “Nice to meet you, excuse me,” and with one last look your way, he leaves.

And you immediately wish he hadn’t. 

You’re not the same girl you were in high school, though. You won’t cower behind Makoto – no matter how tempting the thought is.

“Boyfriend, huh? Ain’t he a little old for ya?”

Whatever fondness had been on your face quickly vanishes, and you turn your attention back to Miya. “I can’t imagine how that’s any of your business.”

Swaggering on further inside, Miya takes the place Makoto vacated, leaning over the counter, his big, broad frame filling up the tiny room. An athlete from the day you met him, both he and his brother were always bigger than you, stronger than you, too. 

Now, looming over you is a veritable wall of muscle. He must be what, 6’4? 6’5? When the hell had he gotten so huge?

You swallow, heart fluttering uneasily inside your chest. 

The heat radiating off of him, the scent it carries with it, permeates the air around you – he smells like the forest, fresh and earthy, cedar and sap and musk. He smells like the rain drizzling outside.

Rolling off of him in waves, it’s thick and dizzying. 

“Just makin’ conversation,” he replies, unperturbed by the thinly veiled hostility in your voice. “It’s been a while, no harm in catching up with old friends, right?”

“We’re not friends, Miya. We weren’t back then, either.”

He feigns a pout, a hand to his heart. “Ouch. Ya weren’t nearly so harsh when your boyfriend was around.” 

You take a deep, calming breath in, only to regret it a split second later when your head swims. “I have things to do, so if you don’t want one of the cabins, then leave. Please.”

Miya offers a toothy smirk, “Why else would I be here?”

Hundreds of miles from home, years after he dropped off the face of the earth and you moved away, what other possible reason would he have for showing up in this tiny mountain town and walking through your door?

Why else indeed. 

“Fine,” you acquiesce, waking up your computer with a jiggle of the mouse. “I’ll just need a credit card to put on file – how many nights?”

A booking was a booking, you didn’t have to like Miya to take his money. 

“Yeaaah, I haven’t got a credit card on me. S’fine, though, I’m not planning on runnin’ off on ya.”

Of course he doesn’t have one. Why would he, looking like he’s rolled out of bed and walked here, no luggage or car in sight. 

You grit your teeth, forcing a terse smile. “That’s fine, I’m sure we can work something out.”

If he trashes the place or leaves you high and dry at the end of it all, you’ll send the damn bill to his brother instead. 

—

Night falls and the rain does not let up.

Fresh from your shower, hair damp, sitting cross legged on your bed there’s an edge of something you’re yet to put a finger on niggling away inside of you. It’s not restlessness, not anxiety exactly; a prickling at the back of your neck, an uneasiness that settles in despite you being in the safety and comfort of your own home. 

The scars on your back twinge, a shiver rolling down your spine. 

From the window, you can spy the cabins in the distance, the warm glow of light spilling out from the darkness. After you showed him the way over and left him with the keys, you’ve seen neither hide nor hair of Miya, which suits you perfectly fine.

Still, you can’t pretend that the old adage ‘out of sight, out of mind’ rings particularly true right now. 

Beyond a bruising grip, Miya never laid a hand on you. He never followed through with the whispered threats, the promises held in dark, greedy eyes that seemed forever drawn to you.

But, as you’d confided in a friend at the time, it wasn’t what Miya Atsumu did that frightened you, it was the thought of what he could do. 

… You’ve faced worse things than Miya Atsumu and come out the other side, though. He’s a relic of your past – an unhappy relic, a reminder of things you’d rather forget, but a relic all the same, and in a few days time, he’ll be gone.

Another glance out the window, the wind picking up – howling as the trees rustle and shake, you nibble at your bottom lip. You should go to bed. 

You grab your phone. 

A few swipes of your finger brings up your last conversation with Mako. You type up a quick message; sorry about before, i panicked. 

After a moment of deliberation, you add; the kiss was probably a bit too far, i really am sorry! 

Adding a smiley face at the end to hopefully alleviate some of the awkwardness, you send it.

He’s in the middle of a shift, and while it’s not as if he’s run off his feet in the middle of the night, you’re not expecting a reply any time soon. 

Within about thirty or so seconds, however, the read notification comes through. Then he starts to type up a reply. Watching those three little dots flicker across your screen, an odd sort of anxiousness fluttering in your gut, you wait…

And wait…

… And wait. 

Either he’s writing out a mini essay, or the poor guy doesn’t have a clue how to respond. You’re on the cusp of letting it go for the night when, finally, his reply comes through.

You don’t have to apologise for being uncomfortable, I get it. 

I’ll be your fake boyfriend whenever you need it. 

It’s not much – an assuaging of guilt, perhaps – you feel lighter for reading it anyway. With the sound of rain pouring outside, the strong winds, soothing in spite of their violence, and a distant clap of thunder, you set your phone aside, flick off the lights and tuck yourself into bed.

—

Red. The trees, the forest floor, the moon hanging low in the sky, your own hands, bathed in a crimson glow. Blood falling from the sky, drenching the earth beneath bare feet.

Fire, burning in your veins, your scars lashed with it, throbbing, searing, excruciating. You shriek and howl and scream ‘til your throat bleeds with it. You keep screaming. You’d claw yourself apart if you could, surrender to death, to pain, to nothing at all – if it’d stop the hurt.

Laughter echoes around you. Mocking. Biting. 

Claws in your spine, teeth at your neck. Fingers drag through the dirt, scrabbling for purchase. 

Is this what it feels like to die?

Air punched from your lungs as you’re split in two, a weight above you, puffs of hot breath fanning your face, a tongue lapping your cheek. 

Pounding, throbbing, aching, ceaseless, agonising–

You jerk awake with a heaving gasp to find you’re not alone in your bedroom. Makoto, still in his ranger’s uniform, hovers over you with an arm outstretched, a concerned look twisting at his face. 

“Your front door was wide open, banging in the wind. I did call out, but when nobody answered I got worried,” he tells you, his brows knitting together. With the back of his hand, he touches your forehead, and his frown deepens. “You’re burning up.”

Even as he says it, your sweat soaked pyjamas cling to your skin, your head throbbing, a dull, heavy ache that reverberates through your entire body. “What– what time is it?” you ask blearily, voice like sandpaper.

“A little after seven – early still.” 

Your attempts to rise are thwarted by a gentle, insistent hand pushing down on your shoulder. “Nope. You’re not getting up, you’re not well. You need rest.”

“I have to–”

“No, you don’t.” Again, he gently pushes you back down. “It’s just that Miya guy staying, yeah? No other guests?”

You mumble something in the affirmative, and Mako nods to himself, “Okay, that’s fine then, we can deal with that. I’ll keep an eye on the front desk and anything else that crops up and you can go back to sleep and rest up, alright? I’ll bring you some water and advil, and some food later if you’re feeling up to it.” 

There’s plenty to argue with him about that. 

For one, he’s fresh off a twelve hour overnight shift, running on less sleep than you, and while it is the off season, there’s still plenty to be done around the place, none of it his responsibility. Not to mention Miya’s probably going to come sniffing around later and you really, really don’t want those two crossing paths any time soon – especially after all the weirdness yesterday. 

You like Makoto, you’d even consider him a friend. The last thing you want is for him to think of you as some burden he should’ve steered clear of. 

And besides, feverish or no, you’re not an invalid. You can get up and push through, just as soon as blinking stops making you want to hurl. 

“Mako–”

“You can argue all you want, I’m not going anywhere.” He pats the top of your shoulder and straightens up, “I’ll make sure this place doesn’t burn to the ground without you for a few hours while you get some rest.”

“…‘kay.”

He smiles, “Good girl.”

Sleep, when it finds you, is fitful.

You dream of yellow eyes, a monster with a snarling maw chasing you through the woods.

You dream that you’re back in hospital again, flickering in and out of consciousness. Like an angel of death, you hover unseen, watching the team of doctors and nurses scramble to save your life. 

‘The EMT’s said she kept mumbling about a wolf.’

The doctor scoffs, ‘Wolves went extinct back in the 1900’s. Look at her back – no wolf did this.’

The creature had stood on its hind legs, covered in thick, black fur. With its snout and tail, claws and gleaming white teeth, wolf was all your delirious brain could conjure. 

You’re not alone in this dreamscape, you come to realise. Standing on the other side of the room, grinning, Miya stares back.

You blink and the doctors and the hospital around you are gone. 

The two of you stand in the woods back behind your childhood home, the gurney and your ravaged, twitching body lying between you. Your heart thuds loudly and he shifts with it, the boy you knew, cocksure and arrogant, and the stranger who walked through your door wearing his face. 

Back and forth, back and forth, like a glitch. He’s drenched in blood, it colours his teeth, smeared across his jaw. His hands are dripping with it. 

The dream melts away, and when it reforms around you you’re in the forest outside, the moon hanging low, full and bright.

‘Can you feel it burnin’ through ya?’ the dream Miya asks. ‘Second time’s the charm. Won’t be long now.’

He fades into shadows, your grandma takes his place. Her wizened face kind and gentle, she takes your hands in hers. They’re soft and worn, warm, so familiar that it makes your heart ache with grief and love and sorrow. Tears well, even as you smile at the sight of her. 

‘Why, child, were you in the woods that day?’

Because I heard it cry out, the words stick in your throat, it cried out in pain, and I wanted to help. 

—

“You’re getting worse.”

Teeth chattering, you manage a weak nod, “I noticed.”

The dumpling soup he’d brought you lies mostly untouched, though you’d made some effort slurping down the broth. You’ve no appetite, the mere thought of trying to eat right now making your stomach churn. At the very least, you had hoped the drugs you’ve loaded your system with might’ve helped ease the aches and pains, the throbbing in your head – alas, no such luck. 

All you want to do is burrow under your duvet and sweat it out, let whatever’s raging through your body run its course, and then you can sleep for a week. 

“Mako, go home.” Every word is a slow, painful effort. “I don’t want you getting sick.” 

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” He cracks a smile, placing a fresh glass of water on the nightstand beside you. “‘Sides, if I do get sick, you’ll come take care of me too, right? Return the favour?”

“Mhm, sure.”

For a moment, something akin to delight dances in his eyes, yet he’s quick to sober, the reality of the situation not escaping him. “You’re not getting any better,” he says. “Kick Miya out, close up for a day or two. You clearly need the rest.”

The authoritative tone brooks no room for argument, so you simply hum in acquiescence. 

If you actually stopped to consider it, you could almost say it’s a blessing that you’re sick now, at the very beginning of the rainy season when tourists and visitors to this part of the mountain are few and far between. Closing your doors for a short while wouldn’t hurt you financially when there was no guarantee of business to begin with.

And as far as disrupting Miya’s holiday plans goes – you care even less about that. 

Maybe the fever dreams are still muddying your head, maybe it’s that in your current, rather pathetic state, your capacity for generosity and forgiveness towards his teenage self has dwindled well below what you could manage on a good day.

Either way, a fresh wave of goosebumps prickles at your skin. You want him as far away from you as humanly possible.

“Where’s my…”

Makoto diligently picks your phone up from the nightstand and passes it to you. Each of the cabins has a phone, the numbers pre-programmed into your cell in case of emergencies. After finding the right one you tap on the call button, setting it to speaker and laying the phone back down on the pillow beside you.

It rings once, twice, the noise like a jackhammer to your skull. Makoto frowns as you wince, a soft, discomforted noise leaving your lips, but before he can interject, the call’s answered. 

“Yeah?”

Licking parched lips, you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to gather your wits (and ignore the violent pounding inside your head) long enough to string together a coherent sentence. 

“I– the retreat’s closing, you can’t stay here. Sorry for the… short notice, or whatever. Just– just leave the keys, I’ll waive the rate for last night.”

There’s a short chuckle on the other end of the line, “You’re not sounding too good there, sweetheart. You feelin’ alright?”

“I‘m fine,” you force out. “Can you be out before dark?”

Ignoring the question entirely, Miya snorts, “Lying really ain’t your strong suit, y’know.” There’s a short pause, and you can almost see the shift in his expression, the wicked looking grin taking shape as he speaks again, “You want me to come over and keep ya company? I just hate the thought of you sufferin’ through this all by yourself.” 

Mako’s eyes narrow, his lips pulling into a frown. 

“No, I want you to leave. Please.”

“… Well, since you’re askin’ so nicely, guess I don’t have much of a choice, do I? I’ll leave the keys by the door.” 

He hangs up.

The victory feels hollow, almost. Too easily won. Something insistent tugs at your subconscious, but you’re too exhausted to pay it any mind. With a sigh of your own, you meet Makoto’s eye.

“What?” you ask, sinking back into your pillows.

To his credit, Mako doesn’t reply straight away, seeming to chew on his words before he gives voice to them, “It’s none of my business, I realise that. I haven’t– You act different with him. The way you talk, your whole body language, it changes.”

He’s not referring to your conversation on the phone just now. 

“You want the juicy backstory?”

Makoto hesitates, but curiosity wins out. He nods.

“There isn’t one, really. We went to school together, he was good – really good – at volleyball and thought that meant he was entitled to whatever he wanted.”

“Which was… you?” 

There’s no attempt to mask the distaste in his voice. Mako’s the very antithesis of Miya, though, to treat someone like that, to believe yourself entitled to them would never cross his mind in a million years.

You nod. 

“Huh…” His expression turns thoughtful then, head tilting as his brow furrows, “Doesn’t strike me as the pro-athlete type, you know what I mean? Sure, he’s big, but…” 

But the wild, scruffy look ruins it. Nothing about Miya seemed to fit. It was difficult to put a name to; the clothes were wrong, he felt out of place – like a lion prowling city streets, or snow falling in mid-July. 

“Mm. He went…missing’s the wrong word, I guess. He ran off for a few days.” The words come slow, laborious, but Mako doesn’t push you. “And when he came back… he stopped playing volleyball, stopped showing up at school, he was… different. That was after I was in hospital though, last I heard he’d dropped off the face of the earth. I never thought I’d see him again.”

Mako hums again, his attention drifting to the scars peeking out from your bare shoulder. Usually they’re covered up, but with the summer heat and humidity, the thin straps of your pyjamas do little to hide the ugly marks from view. 

“Get some sleep,” he says eventually, rising from his seat. “I haven’t gotta leave for a few hours yet.”

—

When you’re pulled from sleep next, your bedroom’s painted in a golden glow.

There’s no sign of Makoto. A handwritten note lies folded on your bedside table, trying to make sense of the scrawled message only makes the radiating pain inside your head grow worse. The light’s too bright, every noise amplified tenfold – the clock downstairs ticking away, cicadas chirping, the sound of a truck barrelling down the winding road out front and the wind whistling through the trees. It’s deafening, all of it, and you can’t do a thing to block it out.

Despite the oppressive heat, you find yourself shivering, curling trembling limbs around yourself as you sweat and whimper. Your skull feels like it’s slowly being cleaved apart, every breath a shallow rattle. Even your blood burns, liquid fire that scalds you from the inside out. 

Surely your heart, racing frantically within the cage of your chest, can only take so much of this before it gives out. 

Through the delirium, you begin to realise that something is truly, deeply wrong. 

And then you hear it, the front door creaking open, a large body crossing the threshold. You barely have the energy to lift your head, “M-Mako?” you croak out, fingers weakly curling into the sheets around you.

“The ranger?” a familiar voice calls, footsteps thudding down the hall. “Nah, he left a while ago.”

Your stomach twists, a sharp, lancing panic lost to the haze of aches and pains wracking your body as Miya appears at your doorway, dark eyes flitting over your pathetic form, drinking it in. 

“Poor thing,” he tuts. “Hurts, don’t it?”

“Go… away,” you whimper – to no avail. Miya strides into your bedroom like he owns the place. Walks right up to where you lie, shivering and helpless.

You don’t think it escapes either one of you that right now, you’re entirely at his mercy.

You can’t stop him from taking a seat on the mattress next to you, his massive frame looming over you. Can’t do a thing but flinch when a rough fingertips push a lock of hair back from your sweat slicked forehead and trail down your cheek. 

“Only a few more hours, you’re nearly through the worst of it,” he tells you. 

Through the worst of what? 

He hushes you when you let out a frightened whine, stroking your hair, “I’m not gonna let ya go through this alone. You’re mine, my fuckin’ mate, and if that asshole hadn’t–” he breaks off with a huff, the muscle in his jaw working away. It isn’t until a sharp pain breaks through the throbbing haze that you glance down at your leg – at the hand he has resting on your thigh, and the razor-like claws digging into the soft flesh there.

Eyes widening, a strangled noise escapes you. 

In an instant the claws are gone, replaced by normal fingernails – if not for the gruesome looking gouge marks dug into your thighs, the blood that wells to the surface and spills down your leg, falling in fat droplets onto the bed sheets below, you’d think you imagined it.

The sharp burst of pain fades, the wounds closing before your eyes – until nothing but smooth skin marred with streaks of red remain. 

Miya stares at your thigh for a moment longer, seemingly lost in thought. When his eyes meet yours again, they’re dark, resolute. “He’s not around to stop me this time.”

You simply shiver, closing your eyes to try and block it all out. 

None of this is real. You’re hallucinating, or dreaming – you have to be. 

‘Wolves went extinct back in the 1900’s. No wolf did this.’

The room gets darker, moonlight creeping in through the window, and the pain gets worse. At some point, Miya shuffles you over a bit to lie down beside you. He takes you into his arms, ignoring your pitiful attempts at struggling and tucks you into his broad chest.

His scent, the deep timbre of his voice as he speaks to you, his hands, wandering over your clammy skin. Even in your delirium, he won’t let you forget that he’s the one here with you. 

Eventually, the words stop making sense, syllables blurring and twisting together. You can only lie there, waiting for the pain to end, for your fever to abate while Miya takes advantage of your weakened, sickly state.

The first snap comes out of nowhere.

White hot and agonising, it shoots up your leg, radiating like a shockwave. You choke on a scream, eyes flying open.

Miya’s hands are nowhere near your legs. 

There’s no time for you to comprehend the pain, much less how a bone can spontaneously break on its own; another sick crack echoes through the room – your femur.

And the howl that rips its way free of your lungs is something animalistic. Tears leak from your eyes as your back arcs up off the bed, only for a second, and then Miya’s sweeping you up into his arms, holding you close. Without a word of explanation – not that it’d do you any good, not that you’d understand – he carries you through the house, out into the balmy summer night and the forest that lies beyond.

Wailing and shrieking like a wild thing, your bones snap and elongate, tearing through your skin. Thick, dark fur sprouts across your body, the tatters of your clothes falling to the dirt below, your jaw cracks, blood filling your mouth, spilling down your chin. 

In a small clearing he lays you down on the forest floor and pats your head, “You’re gonna do great, babe.”

You snarl in response. 

Muscles tear from bone, growing, reshaping, your teeth sharpen and claws burst through the beds of your fingernails, the same happening to your toes. Your face contorts, a muzzle violently forcing its way through the front of your skull. 

You lose your mind to the pain. Writhing in the dirt, bathed in the glow of moonlight, you lose all sense of self. There’s only blood and agony and a hunger that gnaws at the pit of your belly. 

And as your bones settle, the last ripples of the change fading away into nothing, you stagger to your feet, taking in this new world of yours.

With eyes sharper, a nose a thousand times more sensitive, ears picking up a cacophony of noises from miles around you, the assault to your senses is near overwhelming. Yet instead of whimpering and cowering from that, you relish in it. 

You’re a beast born to hunt. There’s a scent in the air, mouthwatering, rich–

A low whistle sounds behind you, and on instinct you turn, teeth bared in a vicious growl. Yellow eyes stare back from a human face, he smells… familiar. Like you. No… no, something more than that. There’s a bond there, a tether between you two; sire. 

He grins, “Look at’cha. My perfect little mate.”

Mate?

You hesitate, ears twitching. That intoxicating scent of prey still carries on the breeze, you can hear their beating hearts, voices in the distance, every instinct within you screaming to follow it, to hunt. Yet you still yourself, waiting – for what?

A low whine slips from your muzzle and he laughs.

Head tilting back to soak in the moonlight, his grin wide and inhuman, the change sweeps over him, too. Bones crack and shift, skin ripples and reforms. In mere seconds, a monstrous, furred beast stands in his place and when he speaks next, it comes not from his maw, but echoing in your head.

Poor thing. You’re hungry, need to eat – first time really takes it out of ya. 

It’s all the permission you need. Bounding across the forest floor, you chase after it – towards the voices, the yellow lights of the ranger’s station twinkling on the mountainside.

Perhaps when you wake up curled around Miya, freshly human, slathered in blood with body parts strewn around you and the taste of raw meat on your tongue, some part of you will shatter irreparably. 

For now, though, the promise of tearing into warm bodies and sating that empty, gnawing hunger, of ripping into flesh and muscle is enough to have you salivating as twin howls shatter the calm, summer night air. 

#yandere haikyuu #yandere miya atsumu #yandere atsumu #yandere miya atsumu x reader #yandere atsumu x reader #read the warnings this one is not for the squeamish #:))

[simping-on-the-daily]

though we don't share the same blood you're my brother and i love you (mayhaps a bit too much)

Summary: Your family has just moved to Witwicky, and you're trying to cope with it as smoothly and healthily are you can. An outburst from your little brother at the dinner table sends his sister after him, and the next thing you know, you've got two new siblings. They're a little off, though. And no, it's not because they're part Cybertronian.

Warnings: General yandere themes, possible OOC characters, unhealthy sibling dynamics, not beta read we die like Brawl

Notes: Twitch, Thrash and the reader are adopted siblings and purely platonic. Do not be weird about this or I will piss on your toes and shove them up your nose. Title is from Brother by Kodaline, reader is in their teens and the oldest who does not want to be here and is trying to get used to everything

You had zero interest in living in Witwicky, much less a farm. Saying goodbye to all your friends and the big city stung, much less the unfamiliar environment that you were now. You loved mum and dad, you really did, but did they expect you to tend to cows? Sure, mum wanted to be a park ranger and you wanted the best for her, but you still felt a little grumpy at the strange and sudden change.

You tried to deal with it, though. The Internet here wasn't the best, but you got some online guides about how to cope with moving and tried to replicate them to the best of your ability. You still responded to your friend's group chats and tried to not complain about it. You didn't want to accidentally hurt your family's feelings by being overly grumpy, and Mo especially was prone to a wide and wild range of emotions.

It was just one dinner. One normal dinner turning into Robby venting about his issues and running away from the table, Mo after him. The two were close, so you didn't chase after them, and besides; your dad had cooked tonight. You were not abandoning such good food made by yours truly.

So, after dinner, you went to bed, blissfully unaware that your younger siblings were creating a brand new species from lake water and ancient alien artifacts.

The next few days were fucking hectic, to say the least. Mum was now a GHOST agent, working alongside Optimus Prime and the Autobots (the inner child in you really wanted one of their autographs, but you knew it probably wasn't the right time), Robby and Mo got new alien tattoos which you realized were permanent, and you were in the car, chasing after the aliens that Robby and Mo had gotten attached to. Because they created them.

.....Fuck, could you go back to Philly now?

Now you had some Cybertronian human hybrids (Terrans, that apparently some mad scientist had called them) living in your farm with your younger siblings insisting that they were now your new siblings and for you to please be nice to them because they knew you could be a little blunt. You just wanted to burrow your head down in the dirt like an emu and let sweet death take you.

As for Thrash and Twitch, they had no reservations to calling you family. Just because you didn't have a cybersleeve like Robby and Mo that doesn't mean they weren't your sibling, and wanted to treat you accordingly.

To your credit, you weren't rude to them, and though you knew it would take a while to get used to their presence, you treated them with dignity and basic respect as you did to Robby and Mo. But it was obvious to everyone that you weren't fully on board with them just yet, always hesitant when talking to them. The move, the threat that GHOST would invade the place and get you in trouble, and the close contact to the Cybertronian's (god, fucking Bumblebee lived with you now) would take you a little while to get adjusted to.

But for Twitch and Thrash, that was a bit harder to understand. With Robby and Mo, the cybersleeves allowed them to feel what they felt and get to the root of the problem. But you didn't have a cybersleeve, and though they could get that you weren't on board yet, they thought that it they just got close to you, you'd be comfy around them and you could fully embrace them as your siblings!

And so, they got.....clingy. Twitch offered to help you with the chores, not taking no for an answer, and even went against her competitive nature to let you keep the stars. She even tried to let you ride her alt mode like Robby enjoyed, but you were heavier then him and a rocky landing got you a broken ankle, a hit head and some bitter feelings for the time being. Twitch didn't understand the time being part, and cried to her parents about hurting you, despite their assurances that you would be fine and that they knew any bitter feelings from you would pass. She tried numerously to sneak out and see you at the hospital, but some reprimanding and reminders about GHOST stopped her, but instead made her sulk all the way to the barn.

Thrash was desperate to act like a 'cool bro' to you, but he often tried the same things he did with Mo, temporarily and frequently forgetting that you didn't have the same interests as her. He tried to project of someone trustworthy and realible, constantly by your side and attempting to impress you by showing off fancy tricks, alt mode based or otherwise. But when he and accidentally bought Swindle to the house, bad blood increased, especially when them sneaking out to assist him resulted in Mo sneaking out and breaking the law. Nine was no time to develop a criminal record!

Everything was happening so fast for you. There were no time to sit and breathe because everyday something was happening and you just wanted to be safe. Fuck, you wanted to go home. You wanted to meet your friends again, you wanted your family to be safe, you just wanted everything to be normal, and God damn it you mean it in the nicest way possible but Twitch and Thrash were anything but normal. You had made new friends but you could never invite them over because of the aliens living in your house, you were terrified for your mum's safety every day, and spending time with your dad, who was always so assuring, didn't quell the anxiety

They didn't get it. Mo and Robby were completely fine with them despite getting in trouble all the time, but you were still hesitant over them despite it having been a few weeks. Shouldn't you have been used to them by now? Everyone else was, except you. Were they doing something wrong? They just wanted to feel accepted by you; they didn't want to make you feel scared around them. They would just have to try harder!

Without the cybersleeve, they made a list of all of your hobbies, likes and body language, doing everything to figure out what they would need to do to make you enjoy their company. You like flowers? Twitch stole mum's flowerbed and handed it to you. Thrash would beg Dot and Alex to set up your favourite holiday decorations and celebrate early. And yes, they watched you sleep. The way you clutched your pillow, the way your chest heaved with every breath, even the incoherent sleepwalking, Twitch and Thrash kept it in a special file all about you in the processor if they needed the info later (thank Bumblebee for telling them about that)! They asked Bumblebee to contact your favourite Autobot, provided that they weren't going to rat them out, and begged the Cybertronian to write their autograph on your behalf

Everyday when you came home from school, they asked you all the questions. With Robby and Mo they unconsciously knew all the big details, but with you they wanted all the gossip. If you were getting bullied or harassed during school, they'd try to take your mind off of it by distracting you with all the things you like, which they know about due to the files. Occasionally they'd try and teach your bullies a lesson, but a few sharp reminders from Dot about no sneaking out forced them to rely on mum and dad to handle any personal issues at school. They'd help you with homework, taking in every note from your hatred of algebra to the way you stuck out your tongue while working, all in the hopes that you'd learn to love their company.

Don't worry, they're not going to do anything too drastic, as they still have a decent set of morals and the rest of the Malto's to rein them in. Still, their relationship with you is different from the one with Robby and Mo. All they want is to be a big happy family with everyone, and they're willing to do anything to achieve that with you. Even if they roped in the three new Terrans into feeling the same way about you and engaging in the same activites and adding their own notes to the general, you were family! You wouldn't hurt your family, right???

#transformers x reader #tf x reader #transformers earthspark #tfe #tf earthspark #tfe twitch #tfe thrash #earthspark thrash #earthspark twitch #earthspark x reader #simper scribbles

[ctheathy]

☏ Masterlist ☏

Sonic the Hedgehog

SH Tails/Reader • SH Tails/bold yet shy!Reader • SH Tails/sleepy!Reader • SH Tails/psychopathic!Reader • SH Tails/hyper cuddly!Reader • SH Tails/adoring!Reader • SH Tails/fox!Reader • yandere SH Tails/yandere Reader • yandere SH Tails/sweetheart!Reader • Nine/unintelligent yet emotionally clever!Reader • yandere Nine/Reader • yandere Nine/human!Reader • yandere Nine/Reader Rivalry • yandere Nine/abducted!Reader • yandere Nine/sweet!seedrian!Reader • yandere Sails/Reader • Sails/traveler!Reader • yandere Mangey/Reader • Mangey/traveler!Reader • yandere WWMH Miles/Reader • yandere Kitsunami/Reader • Zor the Zeti/pregnant!Reader •

NSFW Headcanons --- Zails/female!Reader [eating you out] • Nine/female+GN!Reader [eating you out+make out sessions] •

A Once Innocent Act of Tenderness - yandere SH Tails/Reader [Community Label: Mature] • Representative of Power - SH Tails/Reader [!Smut!]

Achievement Through Appetite - Miles[Operation Crimson]/female!Reader [!Suggestive!]

It’s called Desperation, Dummy~ - Tails/Reader [!Suggestive!]

A Betrayal out of Nowhere - Zails/Reader [!Smut!]

Creepypasta

yandere Julius the Dressmaker/Reader • Julius the Dressmaker/Reader Affection •

Survival instinct didn’t make the cut - yandere Ticci Toby/Reader

Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun

Hanako/Kou/Yashiro/Sakura/Reader who has a panic attack

Vocaloid

yandere Fukase/Reader • Fukase/Reader who lives under a rock

•#1 A State of Seduction - Fukase/Reader [!Smut!] #2 The Brattiest go Below - Fukase/Reader [!Smut!] • A Fall to Temptation - Fukase/Reader [!Smut!] •

Friday Night Funkin’

yandere Faker Sky/Reader • Faker Sky/Reader who likes to smooch her in her ‘mask off’ form • Miko/Tiktok addict!Reader

South Park // Hellpark

Hellpark Pip/sweetheart!childhood friend!Reader

So Wrong yet So Right - Hellpark Pip/Reader [!Suggestive!]

Happy Tree Friends

Flippy/sweetheart!Reader/Fliqpy

Fight Forwards Favour - Fliqpy/Reader

My Little Pony

yandere Changelings/human!Reader

Chikn nuggit

yandere Hawt Saus/Reader • yandere Fwench Fwy/biological child!Reader/yandere Iscream •

Popee the Performer

Popee/Reader

NSFW Headcanons --- yandere Popee/Reader who hate-flirts with him • yandere Eepop/Reader [stepping on him] •

Monster Hunter Stories

Dr.Manelger/assistant!Reader/Itsy-Bits

Hyoro reacts to fatally injuring his Darling

Lego Monkie Kid

Redson/male!Reader •

Disney

The Claim of an Operational Sin • Claude Frollo/female!Reader [!Suggestive!]

Misc.

yandere The Angel/Reader • Rio Ranger/Reader fluff alphabet 1/4 • Rio Ranger/Reader fluff alphabet 2/4 • Rio Ranger/Reader fluff alphabet 3/4 • Rio Ranger/Reader fluff alphabet 4/4 • Aoi/Reader/Miyuki • yandere Lucian Abbot/Reader •

Good Boy? More like... Gutter Boy • yandere Lucian Abbot/Reader [!Smut!]

Psych Ward of Partiality • Arc/Reader [!Suggestive!]

Heads or Tails for Granted • Rio Ranger/Reader [!Smut!]

Lost Chances Face Consequences • yandere Kennith Simmons/female!Reader

#masterlist #the guide’s gabbling

[agerefandom]

Agere Writers Masterpost (2022 Edition!)

Important Notes: 

Please feel free to add to this list! I couldn’t get everyone and I know I’m missing people 

All blogs listed are strictly sfw agere, but have individual DNIs: please check before interacting 

Not all of these blogs are accepting requests at the moment: respect the authors’ boundaries when requests are closed 

My criteria for the list is at the very end! 

@agerefandom (AHS, ATLA, Check Please!, Critical Role, Hannibal, Harry Potter, Homestuck, NITW, POTO, Rick and Morty, Star Trek, Star Wars, Steven Universe, SPN, Twilight, Undertale, WTNV, The Untamed, and more!)

@wonderinglullaby (DC, MLP, Stranger Things, Umbrella Academy, ATLA, SPN, BSD, JJBA,  HunterxHunter, BNHA, Death Note, Danganronpa, FNAF, Sally Face, Cookie Run, HLVRAI, Red vs. Blue, and more!)

@fandomregression (The Owl House, Gravity Falls, ATLA, Pokemon, Monster High, OHSHC, Sailor Moon, Miraculous Ladybug, Little Witch Academia, Disney Descendants, Stranger Things, sk8, and more!)

@paper--moons (BNHA, Saiki K, Fairy Tail, Soul Eater, Death Note, FMAB, TAZ, Umbrella Acadey, Marvel, DC, LOTR, Harry Potter, Castlevania, TES, Dragon Age, Stardew Valley, The Witcher, Dimension 20, Hellsing, Durarara, Inuyasha, ATLA)

@kindaycare (Animal Crossing, BNHA, Danganonpa, DDLC, Free!, Genshin Impact, Haikyuu!, JJBA, Love Live!, Project Sekai, PMMM, MLP, Sk8, Monster High, Vocaloid)

@deuce-t-agere (BNHA, Care Bears, Criminal Minds, DC, Ever After High, James Bond, LOTR, Marvel, Monster High, POTO, Star Trek, Star Wars)

@littlefirefly42 (Marvel, She-Ra, Riordanverse, Stranger Things, Bee and Puppycat, and more!)

@dino--boyy (Scream, Yellowjackets, Criminal Minds, The Owl House, Stranger Things)

@strawbabys-blog (dsmp, Maze Runner, Harry Potter, BNHA, Merlin, Haikyuu!, Yuri! On Ice, Heartstopper, Hamilton, Marvel, Voltron)

@tinyalliums (dsmp, BNHA, Haikyuu, Star Wars, DC (movies), MCU, Voltron, IT, Grey’s Anatomy, Stranger Things)

@justatinyguy (OFMD, Genshin Impact, WWDITS, Fallout, RE8, Owl House, Arcane, Studio Ghibli, Good Omens)

@cutiecorner (OHSHC, Steven Universe, Batman, Saiki K, Spiderverse, Adventure Time, Owl House)

@healtraumagainyou (Haikyuu!, BNHA, Jujutsu Kaisen, Sonic, Paw Patrol, Genshin Impact, FNAF, Pokemon)

@mossysmolboy (OHSHC, BNHA, FNAF, Black Butler, Yuri! On Ice, Stardew Valley, D:BH, Creepypasta)

@littolbabisworld (Criminal Minds, JJBA, BNHA, Monster High, The Witcher, FNAF, RE, Horror/Slasher Movies, MLP, Sailor Moon)

@thatdorkyficbabey (MCU, The Witcher, Umbrella Academy, Star Trek, Star Wars, Lucifer, ATLA, Castlevania)

@fandom-agere (Stranger Things, Owl House, ATLA, Dead End Paranormal Park, Harry Potter)

@lilhunterpedia (Harry Potter, Criminal Minds, BNHA, Haikyuu!, MCU, Percy Jackson, Black Butler, HunterxHunter)

@sleepy-watcher​ (WWDITS, Encanto, OFMD, The Mechanisms, Sanders Sides, TMA)

@lokislittlemidgardian (Marvel, Stranger Things, Harry Potter, Heartstopper, B99)

@soulless-strangers (Power Rangers, Haikyuu, KNB, BNHA, SK8, Baki) 

@doodlebugbaby (Danganronpa, MLP all gens, Genshin Impact) 

@the-agere-fanfic-plaza (DC, Yandere Simulator, Naruto, FNAF, RWBY) 

@leos-regression-cove (MCU, WWDITS, OFMD, Umbrella Academy) 

@azulsgoldfish (TWST, PRSK, OHSHC, Persona, Pokemon, MLB) 

@lanceeselhombre (Genshin Impact, BNHA, Assassination Classroom) 

@berrymoos (Stranger Things, Moon Knight)

@prince-honeypaw (BNHA) 

@projectsekai-agere (Project Sekai)

@svperstar-daycare (FNAF)

@danganronpa-agere-writing (Danganronpa)

Criteria for blogs to be included on the list:  -not only an RPF/Youtuber-focused agere blog  -specifically lists k!nk/n$fw in their DNI -takes writing requests, and has an easily accessible fandom list (pinned or bio links)  -has posted in the last four months 

#sfw agere #fandom agere #agere writing #long post #scroll warning #agere headcanons #misc fandoms #agere community

[storiesbyastrocraft]

The Things In The Dark

Cryptid!Hawks x Male reader

Warnings

Stalking, Mentions of murder/death, manipulative partner, Yandere, Smut in a later chapter

Y/n is a ghost hunter who has, against his better judgement, decided to check out a newly famous cryptid that's causing problems for the owner of Albright.

Hunting cryptids is never as fun as it sounds.

Driving hours a day only to sleep on the floor of some crumbling building in the middle of nowhere is the reality of the situation. A reality that took its toll on y/n’s back. Unfortunately, Y/n gets more views the more uncomfortable he is, so no cot. Just an old-ass flashlight, his camera, a sleeping bag, and an EMS reader. If this isn’t the height of luxury, then what is? Sure, having thousands of people watch your every move the moment you press that live button is a little intimidating, but it more than pays the bills.

Gravel crunched under his tires as Y/n pulled into the parking lot of his next haunt location. This video, a 10k special, was unlike anything the young ghost hunter had even dreamed of doing. Gone were the days of hiking through woods and getting kicked out of cemeteries. Y/n scanned the large metal gate guarded by a small ticket booth. It was one of those gates that was in the middle of nowhere, one whose only purpose was keeping people off the path. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at the footprints in the grass beside it. Y/n set up his camera, careful to get the gate centered. “Historic Albright. State Park.” The words were painted sloppily on the side of the small ticket booth, a perfect thumbnail.

The gate creaked open without much hesitation and Y/n started his walk through the town. Old buildings lined the gravel road, most of them had displays showing what they would have looked like in their prime. Y/n could easily imagine this street busy with people dressed in their old-timey clothes doing their old-timey chores. As the sun set on the town, casting a shadow of the large hill onto its streets, the people would be lazily talking to their friends waiting to be invited in. Children would be racing to get back home before curfew, dodging the various shopkeepers making their ways home. Home. Y/n longed to go back home. It had been far too long since he visited that small town, one not too different from this one save for the advancements in technology.

Y/n slowed as he reached the bottom of the hill, pulling his jacket tight. It was colder than it should be in early September, but that only pushed him further. According to one of the many nearby plaques, the house above once belonged to the town’s local hero turned mayor, Keigo Takami. If the legends are to be believed, the residents quickly fled after a curse was placed upon their brave leader.

Their words, not y/n’s. Hopefully their ‘brave leader’ was ahead of his time on insulation techniques. The sooner he got into the manor the better.

The low sun cast an orange glow around the edge of the manor. It looked straight out of a fairytale. The magnificent three-story house stood far above the ghost-town below. Y/n went over what the Ranger had told him. Both the manor and the town were now owned by a local state park that had been established around the start of the ‘cryptid craze’. When y/n reached out about wanting to make a video at the park, the owners were ecstatic. Hawks was bad for business, but a viral video about him could definitely help.

Theoretically, this should all be a hit with both ghost hunters and the average joe, but tourists had stopped showing up about two months ago.

A week after the sightings started.

The internet was flooded with pictures of a humanoid figure with large blood-colored wings and metallic eyes. People theorized about what this creature was and why it was at Albright. It was after a video released with the creature swooping down on the camera with a shriek eerily similar to that of a redtail hawk that the creature was given a name. Hawks. God the internet was full of such creative ideas.

Mothman’s less iconic ripoff.

That’s what y/n called it. But his viewers were insistent that he had to visit. Had to try to contact the monster.

Try to find Hawks.

Despite the lackluster name, those that claimed to have seen Hawks all shared a genuine terror. Y/n had to quickly learn the difference between putting on a fearful face to get a few more views and genuine gut wrenching fear. The quick breaths. The darting eyes. The blood-drained face. Hawks’ victims had them all.

Every single one of them.

Hawks was not your average cryptid, it was nothing like y/n had ever dealt with. As much as y/n may joke about the situation, he couldn’t deny the reality of it all. The person behind the iconic video had been severely injured and died on their way to the hospital. Two deaths later and the park was forced to shut their gates. It was said that you could hear Hawks’ screams from miles away for nearly a week. Once the park had been silent for over two weeks a team searched the entire park and weren’t able to find the monster. It was decidedly safe to open back up, but the public wasn’t so sure. Thankfully they were still curious and y/n was willing to be their satisfied cat.

Y/n readied his camera, keeping his eyes on the viewfinder. Planks of wood bared the downstairs windows. Each one tightly nailed to the rotting window frames. The clawed white paint flaked off the walls in large chunks near the foundation and doorway. A picture perfect haunted house. And an amazing shot.

“Hello guys and welcome to another episode of commission cryptids! My Patreon members decided this week's paranormal investigation will be on the infamous Hawks.” Y/n continued his intro as normal, self promos all included. There wasn’t enough signal here to run a livestream. Luckily YouTube is a thing. Unfortunately that means editing a video.

Y/n grabbed the cold brassy door handle as he began to explain the lore and local history of Hawks. He pushed against the door in an attempt at a grand reveal, but it didn’t open. He tried again with not so much as a creak in return. “Huh, well I was told the door would be unlocked. Um- I’m just going to make a phone call real quick.” Y/n turned off his camera and shoved it into his bag.

Y/n scrolled through his recent messages.

Mom

I know, I know, I’m just worried about you. Stay safe.

Layton

Who all is going to be there!? You can’t just leave whenever you have some video idea. I und-

Grace

For the love of fuck, your boyfriend is so annoying!

Ranger

Thanks so much for your help Linette, this video will be a hit!

Y/n clicked on the text, rereading the last conversation.

Ranger

The best shot of the house is definitely from town square! It looks so intimidating up there!

Me

Haha the more intimidating the better! Will any of the places in town be open?

Ranger

No just the house. But I can leave you the keys if you want? They are all labeled!

Me

That would be great!

Ranger

Cool! I’ll leave them right inside the door!

Me

Thanks so much for your help Linette, this video will be a hit!

Inside the door.

Just the house.

Sighing, y/n pressed the call button. Maybe she just forgot to unlock it?

It rang once.

Twice.

“The person you are trying to reach is not available.”

He tried again.

Once.

Twice.

“The person you are trying to rea-”

He hit the red button before the robotic voice could finish its message.

Of course there wouldn’t be any signal at the ghost house. Y/n knew this. The last time he remembers having signal was over thirty minutes ago. Sure he /could/ drive out there, but the sun was almost completely set already. He shuddered at the thought of entering the house in the dead of night. Sure he had done his fair share of ‘3AM at insert scary location here’ videos, but this place was different.

He couldn’t leave. Not now,

“So, funny story, the ranger that was supposed to unlock the door must have forgotten. And I don’t I can’t call her, believe me I tried.” Y/n raised his phone to the camera. The two red attempted calls stood proudly at the top of his screen. “Guess we are breaking in.”

Y/n continued to mindlessly talk to his non-existent audience as he walked around the property.

This wasn’t the first y/n had to break into a filming location. When you find yourself staying in abandoned buildings, it just becomes part of the job.

Y/n walked carefully scanned every inch of overgrown greenery. Shattered glass and cigarettes littered various hiding spots. The trampled grass was a welcome sign of life, but y/n worried he would have a run in with his fellow ghost hunters in training. The stories of this house were no secret, and his comment section was a proof of their popularity. He was sure any visitors would be nice enough but he didn’t want to chase the things going bump in the night just to find some kid. As he made his way to the far edge of the yard a small building caught y/n’s attention. It too was painted white, but it was in much better condition than the house. Y/n broke the lock, making a mental note to replace it later, and opened the door. The warm glow of the fast falling sun glinted on the metal tools lining the walls. A gardener’s shed. Not the most helpful, but he could make it work.

Grabbing a ladder and spade, y/n set his plan into action.

The ladder was just tall enough to reach the top of the porch awning. The small roof was covered in slimy leaves and loose singles. He carefully climbed closer to the window, cursing when he heard the metallic crash of the ladder falling. He tightened his grip on the spade and dug it into the bottom of the window. Pushing and pushing until the tip of the spade disappeared. Next was the easy part, opening it. He twisted the spade, hard, until it was completely on its side. The window opened easily making y/n fall onto the hard wooden floor.

Y/n scrambled for his bag and pulled out the camera.

“First off, OW! Secondly, I made it in!” Once again Y/n mindlessly talked and walked. Without the chat to guide him, he had a certain freedom. But also a strange feeling of loneliness. Ghosts aren’t good company, so here he was, showing off the house to his very lucky SD card.

Wandering around the house Y/n did his best to recall all the stories he heard, telling him them in the spookiest voice he could muster.

“They say the bottom floor is the safest, apparently Hawks prefers to stay near his room. Lucky me- I- Um.”

A speck of silver glinted innocently into y/n’s camera from the bottom of the front door. Y/n’s skin was ice cold as he descended the last few steps. A speck of silver glared up at him. The silver keys. They sat on a small slip of paper, as Y/n drew closer he could see Linette’s name signing it.

“What-“

Y/n could imagine his chat. The confusion as to why he stopped. People trying to call bs and say his fear was fake. Too forced to be real. The loyal few defending him. As he stood frozen in place, y/n yearned for it. For the simple distraction. For something to prompt him on what to say next.

He slowly turned his camera towards the door, panning down to the keys. They looked no less ominous on screen.

AAAA hope you guys enjoy this first part! I'm not super sure where this is going, but I wanted to write something a little different before hoping back into Three Months!

Anyways, let me know what you guys think!

#yandere hawks #yandere keigo takami #yandere keigo x reader #yandere hawks x reader #male reader #x male reader #yandere x male reader #hawks x male reader #keigo x male reader #monster!hawks #monster!keigo #astrofics

[alilrainboo2030]

Who was inspired by these fandoms from your childhood and adulthood?

Poppy Playtime or “Smiling Critters”

The Amazing Digital Circus

Powerpuff Girls

Uglydolls 

Happy Tree Friends

Object Land 

Number and Alphabet Lore 

Trolls, World Tour, and Band Together

My Little Pony

Hanazuki Full of Treasures

LEGO’s

Animal Crossing

Just Shape & Beats and “Pink Corruption”

Murder Drones

Mr. Men Show

Sanrio

Wild Kratts 

Making Fiends

Splatoon

Cuphead

Minecraft

Billie Bust Up

Pinkfong

Yokai Watch

Five Nights at Freddy's

Security Breach

Over The Moon

BT21

Ruby Gillman Teenage Kraken

Yandere Simulator 

Pokemon

Inside Out

Steven Universe

Among Us

Super Mario Bros

Just Dance

Garten of Banban

South Park

Vocaloid or Project Diva

Danganronpa

Pop'n Music

Sonic the Hedgehog

Friday Night Funkin

Spooky Month

Rainbow Friends

Angry Birds 

Cookie Run

Wreck it Ralph

Mixels

Numberblocks

Sesame Street 

Care Bears

Sailor Moon

Pucca

Undertale

Homestuck

Hazbin Hotel 

Cult of the Lamb 

Hollow Knights

Baldi's Basics

Yo Gabba Gabba

Looney Tunes

Teletubbies

Bloody Bunny

Puyo Puyo

Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf 

Strawberry Shortcake 

Monster High 

Milky Way and the Galaxy Girls 

Disney Pixar “Cars” 

Disney Pixar “Planes” 

Disney Pixar “Boats” 

Disney “Princesses” 

Portal 

Thomas the Tank Engine 

Foster Home and Imaginary Friends 

Gacha Life 

Poptropica 

Lilo and Stitch

Duolingo 

Dr Seuss 

Bluey 

OK KO Let's be Heroes 

Miniforce 

Roblox 

Power Rangers 

Elemental (Disney Pixars) 

CRiTORA

Tamagotchi 

Skylanders 

Kinoko and the Cult of Galaxy 

Kirby 

Robots (Blue Sky Studios) 

Chikn Nuggit 

My Singing Monsters 

D*ck and Chick Figure 

The Heroic Six 

Land of the Lustrous 

The Bad Guy's 

 Marvel 

#anime #cartoon #quotes #q&a #q&a questions #interesting facts #indie web #indievideogame

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Some more platonic yanderes for ya: Established RusAme, but both become platonic yanderes for a darling. So, they just kinda share the darling while still being in a romantic relationship with themselves.

Even if their feelings for you are platonic both of them will still have a decent amount of control over you. They’re kind of like your gay dads. So congratulations, I hope you’ve always wanted to live in a Big Brother type of fantasy. 

Also you’re going to hate me for the amount of puns I put in this. 

How you met them: 

They were on another hiking trip dates. While they were hiking Alfred wanted to fawn over a black bear. Turns out this bear thinks Alfred was beargining for a bad time. He didn’t want to be cuddled by the ultra strength Didney Worl character. So the bear had chomped down on Alfred’s leg and had a tight grip on it. Ivan wrestled the bear off his cute but dumb boyfriend. 

“You need medic now.” He manages to get the park rangers and the medics to where they were in the mountains. You were the lead ranger that was leading your team to aid them. 

“Alright let’s get em fixed!” 

“Hahah. I guess my acting career is over.” Alfred jokes. Blood gushing out of his leg made him a little delirious. 

“Shut up, Alfred.” He says in a tone that hinted he was holding back laughter. He loved his idiot of a boyfriend and his crazy foolishness. 

While you finished the report and giving the document to sign Alfred was free to go…with crutches. 

“Thanks again y/n! You’re a cool dudette!” Cheerful even after getting bit by a bear. 

“No problem. Just try not to hug anymore bears.” 

“Yeah that was a pawful.” Alfred snorted. 

“Yeah, you were Bear-y bad pain.” You jab back at Alfred. 

<Kermit the frog on a ventilator of me laughing at my own joke.>

Ivan rolls his eyes and says ‘oh god’ in Russian. 

“I will give you a-PAWS for you and your teams rescue.” Alfred winks and thumbs up. Dropping his crutches in the process. 

“Nyet! Nein! NO! Nay! HELL NAW YOU AMERICAN.” He slowly stalks closer to Alfred with his purple aura expanding. 

“So are puns are clawing at you?” 

(In Russian) “I will fuck you sideways.” 

“Hahaha you’re cute when your irritated.”His grin grows wider at Ivan. Yep his viocidin was kicking in and making him feel woozy but he wanted to choose violence. 

The two of them began to rough house even with Alfred’s damaged leg. 

And you weren’t having any of this. You pried the two of them apart with your sheer will and physical prowess. Ivan and Alfred were stunned and amused. 

“You know y/n you should hang with us. We could totally party together.” Alfred had a mischievous smirk on his face. Oh the stunts and daredevil type things he’d want to do with you. Things like planking on a tight rope on a high rise in NYC. 

Yes, Alfred is a daredevil I headcannon that.

They will eventually start to low-key threaten you to hang with them.

“Ah, Sunflower nice to see you in these parts if the woods. It would be a shame if these tress are the reason you ceased to be.” Then he’d Homer Simpson his way back to the tress with a smile that would not fade. 

Alfred will try to be overwhelming with how often he calls your station for help. He ask question, inquires about random things, beg for help, etc. He practically clogs your phonelines. 

The overbearing and menacing yanderes can be quite the combination to handle. They eventually wear you down into a ‘friend contract’. 

You still have autonomy except on Mon-Wed and every other weekend. (they like to have their private time to bone and romance each other.) 

They text you daily. 

They put a tracker in your phone. 

If you dont answer when they call prepare to be hunted down by some of their nations best agents. 

Game nights are mandatory. (Usually happens on a Monday night.) 

It is nice to have them around when someones is being an asshole to you. They will end up in a dumpster bloody with broken bones. 

So, it’s not so bad. Right?

#alfred f jones #ivan braginsky #hws russia #hws america #hws #hetalia fandom #headingalaxys writes stuff #hetalia #yandere hetalia #hetalia america #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere hetalia headcannons #headingalaxys spicy #headingalaxys #headingalaxys writes headcannons

[ppatricia34me]

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸Cabin Fever 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸Part 1🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

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Wanings, this story is for people 18 and older, may contain content others 

might find it upsetting such as kidnapping, drugs, Yandere, and Overprotective, also I do not condone the Behaviors displayed in this story. Just because I have written it with my name as the main character, dose not mean I would ever do this, this is Strictly for fun and not a Reflection of who I am as a person, with that out of the way enjoy.

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(Patricia Pov)

The Forest wasnt a typically place for a young women to live, Especially one that dreamed of that Cozy little housewife life, But I made it work, my Cozy little cabin was filled with embroidered little pillows in Soft pastel pinks and purples and yellows, White lace doilies lined the tables, the Couch had a floral pattern and on the wall was A large flat screen TV, After all I wasn't too much of an old fashioned girl, I even had a Laptop for my work, the Graphic designer at a dating Agency, But Despite working for a dating Agency I had no Husbend to come home to, no sweetheart to call my own.

But iam a Patient Women, and sooon I will In Snag a fly to my hunny covered web, after all the Park ranger station is just down the rode and those men are like family, so they understand that if my little fly Escapes his sweet web i worked so hard on, My little Worker bees will just bring him right back.

A loud ringing echoed through the room and I was soon brought out of my thoughts, I was qwick to pick it up.

“Hay Patricia, A couple of young man just stoped by, they were asking about Cabins, I sent them over to your neck of the woods, They look pretty strong, calls us if you need Any tranquilizer darts or pills or strong rope or metal chains!” the young mans cheerful voce spoke, I Let out a small squeal that the young man obviously heard has he chuckled in amusement.

“Thank you Sunny, I’ll Take you up on that offer Of supplies if one of your men would bring it over tomorrow!” i happy spoke, After a couple more exchanges I soon hung up the phone.

My body never Left the soft pink curtain window, Watching intensely for the men to Arrive, my eyes Lit up upon seeing them cross through at the clearing of thick trees in the distance, I feailt my heart skep a beat, the Boys at the station never mentioned Who these men were, but I knew Even from the distance that they were at that they were none other than steve rogers and bucky barnes, men Lost in an era they werent Meant for, men Straight from the '40s, Perfectly and practically in need of a sweet little housewife, It practically had to pinch myself to ensure it wasn't a dream or a free hallucination brought on by Cabin Fever, but it wasnt, the men were geting cloer by the moment, the sun was In its early stages of setting painting the sky in a very light orange, Soon the men crossed the threshold and I heard A loud and assertive knock.

I giggled as i Raced to the bottom of the stairs to let them in,I practically swung open the door, Once realizing what I've done I could feel my cheeks go bright red cuz I looked up at them.

“Oh um, are you Miss Patricia, Your alot younger then what we Expected, is it all right if we come in, we were told you have room for us!” I'm Steve Rogers spoke in a honey sweet voice.

“Its no trouble at all, i get it alot, there arnt alot of 22 year olds with my name!” I Awkwardly exclaimed, I feailt so nervous, these men could take me out with a Single pinky finger, there was no way that keeping them here was going to be easy.

I watched as they carefully took there shoes off and Proceeded up the stairs, I fallowed behind them, feeling very small Compared to them.

“You can put your bags in the large dark bule room, I hope you tow dont mind sharing the bed.” I said softy.

Buky whent in first and steve smiled softly at me. “Thank you miss, and we dont mind, also I apologize he's not much of a talker, hes been Through a lot.” Steve spoke, I nodded my head,I understood what he meant,it was all over the news, Steve rogers and Bucky barnes Fugitives of the law, Steve even had to Resign as Captain America.

“Would you like anything to eat?” I asked softy, he smiledbut shock his head no.

“It's ok miss, Bucky and I have already eaten.” he smiled,I smiled back. “Well if you need anything, my room next door.” I smiled, and he gave me a thumbs up, I soon turned on my heels and went to my room for the night.

#Stucky x me #Self indulgent #Self indulgent writeing #bucky #steve #yandere #marvel self insert #stucky #stevebucky

[hotyanderedaddies]

Hey so what about naga yandere? That's been watching reptile obsessed darling from afar waiting for the right moment to pounce

Yandere Naga Loves to Watch Ophidiophobic You

**Ophidiophobia: intense and overwhelming fear of snakes

[Yandere! Naga x GN! Ophidiophobic! Reader]

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

Daddy wakes up extra early in the morning so that he can slither out of his den and towards the edge of the forest, his green eyes honing in on a certain building that is within his view.

The window upstairs to the far left was lit up from the bedroom light, signifying that you were awake and getting ready for the day.

Daddy's heart raced in his chest as he listened to the heavenly noises of you humming to yourself as you showered and dressed up into your school uniform. And once you were all ready, you skipped out of the front door and started to walk to school.

As soon as his eyes landed on you, Daddy's face stretched out into a wide, cadaverous grin, his forked tongue flicking out of his mouth so that he could taste your scent.

"Good morning, Darling," he whispered, low enough so that you couldn't hear him from his hidden position, "today's going to be a good day."

He knew this too, because your backpack was packed a little more than usual, bulging out with your extra change of clothes because your Biology class was taking an overnight field trip to the local national forest where you'd be spending the night in the woods... which was in Daddy's territory.

"Soon," he promised you.

The very first time that Daddy had laid eyes on you, he'd been searching for a meal, and you had been wondering along one of the trails in the woods to take pictures of local wildlife for a class project.

He'd totally planned on eating you when he'd caught sight of your cute face, making him freeze in his hiding spot behind the trees. Instead of devouring you, he'd curiously watched as you wandered around the woods, treating nature with a sense of whimsy and respect, earning his devotion.

He'd immediately loved that you were a kindhearted soul and that you were a smol who was very adorable, and he'd wanted nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and carry you off to his den to be all his.

There was just one tiny issue:

Daddy is a naga, and whereas his human half is very handsome by most standards and he looks very strong and gorgeously rugged, his lower half is that of a gigantic serpent that slithers silently about the woods as he stalks his prey. And you're a human who's very--

"AHHH! A snake!" you shrieked as soon as you caught sight of the tiny field snake that was about the size of a child's index finger. You took off sprinting down the road, flailing your arms wildly as you desperately tried to put as much distance between you and the baby snake as possible.

The snake looked up at Daddy confused, and he just shrugged at it, knowing that it meant no harm.

But still, Daddy was extremely disappointed that the love of his life has a phobia of snakes.

Granted this definitely was a damper on your relationship, Daddy refused to let you go. He made sure to watch you every chance he got, keeping a protective eye on you at all times. He could easily see your house from the forest, and made sure to slither around it in the dark, marking it with his scent so that other creatures knew that you were off limits.

He always followed you whenever you walked to school, hissing ferociously at any animal that was stupid enough to even think about charging at you.

You're his Darling, and Daddy can't wait until the two of you can finally be together.

But he's getting really impatient.

Which was why he was over the moon about your overnight school trip.

As the day progressed and you spent time in the forest with your classmates, Daddy made sure to be as close as he could. The park ranger/tour guide made things difficult, but he still managed to keep his distance while maintaining sight of you. You eagerly took in every word that you could on your trip, happily learning all about nature and the creatures that live in it.

Daddy made a mental note to take you on daily trips through the forest so that he can show you all the sights, after he steals you away.

As the day turns into night, Daddy watches as everyone go their cabins.

It's quiet for a while until he hears a little creaking emanating from your cabin, and the door swings open as you tiptoe out. You head towards the bathroom cabin that is at the end of the row of tiny cabins. There's no one else outside either.

Daddy's smile stretches out even more as he realizes that this is his chance. He slithers to the bathroom cabin and quietly waits by the door for you to exit.

"Gotcha," Daddy gleefully whispers the second you step foot outside.

He pounces and wraps his snake half around you, trapping your limbs at you side. With his human arms, he tightly wraps them around you, securing a tight hand over your mouth.

You start to panic over the feeling of a strong figure around you, but the panic turns into sheer horror as soon as you feel the smooth, scaly quality to the figure. You try to look downward, but it's really dark, preventing you from seeing much. Yet, the tightening squeezing sensation forces your imagination into overdrive and all you can think of is the most terrifying thing in the world:

Snake.

You try to thrash about as much as you can, desperate to get free. But it's useless.

Daddy is much, much stronger than you.

"Shh," Daddy coos in you ear. "It's okay, Darling. Daddy won't hurt you. Daddy's just gonna take you home with him. Okay?"

He doesn't wait for your answer, and instead starts to slither off into the dark forest at a high speed, his prize trapped tightly in his clutches.

Daddy has you, and he's never ever going to let you go.

You'll learn to love snakes, he'll make sure of it.

#yandere boyfriend #yandere boy #yandere daddy #yandere x reader #yandere x you #obsessive love #possessive boyfriend #asks #naga #yandere naga #naga x you #naga x reader #yandere naga x reader #yandere monster #yandere naga x you

[flordeamatista]

I posted 18,621 times in 2022

That's 15,281 more posts than 2021!

1,617 posts created (9%)

17,004 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@the-soot-sprite

@angrythingstarlight

@targaryenvampireslayer

@sunshinebuckybarnes

@lilacevans

I tagged 7,991 of my posts in 2022

#🔥 rec - 1,264 posts

#love letter ask 💌 - 858 posts

#rb comment 💌 - 570 posts

#bucky barnes x reader - 465 posts

#sebastian stan - 412 posts

#chris evans - 274 posts

#tmz reblog - 252 posts

#ari levinson - 219 posts

#love letters 💌 - 201 posts

#signal boost - 193 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i try my hardest to listen to anyone's feelings because sometimes all you can do is just listen to them & thats the best support you can do

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚

pairing: Park Ranger!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

concept: Unlike air or land, water can't forget what it travels through. Ari has been with you in water, so you will remain with him.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: yandere!Ari, soft dark Ari, soft!dom!Ari, desire, exhibition (lake smut), body worship, lust, stalking, soft handjob smut, poetic smut - p in v smut, unprotected sex, possessive behaviour, Masturbating, obsessive behavior, kisses, orgasms because Ari is Ari, nicknames = pearl 

a/n: It's for Synth's Writer's Camp, @syntheticavenger, thank you so much for your guidance and I am always in awe of your storytelling.

This fic is also dedicated to @lookiamtrying, because you have been a constant source of support for me, and our silly rants about our men inspired Park Ranger Ari.

gif by the lovely @lilacevans I adore you and appreciate you making me this gif

lovely betas: @writing-for-marvel

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#4

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#3

𝗜 𝗔𝗺 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗛𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗲 

pairing: Andy Barber x reader 

concept: You can't leave him because you're his.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: divorce papers, possessive Andy, hair pulling, dom Andy, public sex, smut, toxic love/hate, tiny dark but not really since reader loves Andy, reader is weak for her man, reader is reminded why she needs his toxic flame, rough sex, blowjob, tiny angst, elevator sex, unprotected sex, degrading, nickname- (love, princess)

a/n: My entry for @boxofbonesfic and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Triple D Challenge aka “Dicked Down by a Divorcee”

Thank you to my amazing betas @jobean12-blog and @commonintrest.

line dividers @firefly-graphics

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#2

𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙈𝙚

pairing:  soft dark!professor andy barber x reader

concept: Feeling my body spasming as I fall apart, I learn from your lessons.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: possessive Andy, hair pulling, dom Andy/sub reader undertones, age gap (reader is early 20s), edging, fingering,  fingering, oral (f receiving),pussy slapping,manipulation — soft dub con to be safe but reader is excited,  power imbalance, dumbification, praise, Professor kink, reader sent a nasty email to Professor Andy, Sir kink, dirty talk, spanking, size kink, rough sex, blowjob, throat fucking, unprotected sex, degrading, nickname- (love, princess, slut)

a/n: @sunshinebuckybarnes Now, have fun daydreaming hehe. Thank you for that beautiful ask.

the cute gif and moodboard made by me

line divider: @s-tarksintern

lovely betas: @writing-for-marvel, @purpleshallot and @beach-daydreaming

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My #1 post of 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #I use to be a bucky blog only and look at me now 😂

[seijorhi]

Hi Rhi, i'm late again

Moving on :))

Time for ATR&RCSW - yes, we've made it to the day that I give up and decide to abbreviate the title

Kuroo Testsuro

Nostos

To say this holds a special place in my heart would be an understatement

I think this was the very first horror fic of yours that I read and it legitimately pops into my mind at least twice a week - I think it's become a key part of my psyche

The horror aspect of it is so subtle in a way, like it's never outwardly mentioned, but you create this atmosphere of something feeling so off, it's just great - for the first bit of the fic I was definitely able to play it off as a human terrorising the reader, but it quickly devolves into something else

I also think Kuroo was the perfect fit for this fic, because usually I think of other characters that can fit into the role of the yandere in your fics, but for this one, I truly think that Kuroo is the only one able to fulfil this role

Also the reader's mother's concern?? The way the reader brushes it off constantly until it's too late?? Perfect

The way she slowly becomes isolated (I mean, she's on a mountain alone, of course she's isolated - but I mean like how she loses signal and is all but stranded)

Genuinely, I try not to pay attention to anything I hear outside at night, so the noises you described are literally something out of my nightmares

And the way that he torments her is also something so @seijorhi - your specialty seems to be yanderes who make the reader trust them just to watch that hope burn and die a few moments later (park ranger Kuroo who's only there to trick the reader)

Anyway, I absolutely adore this fic and I reread it religiously

I hope you've had a wonderful week and a great birthday <33

See you next week :)) (I promise I'll try to actually be on time)

Pls I am the last person who can complain about stuff being ‘late’ dbdhdjskss

But okay, nostos. My attempt at monster fucking… altho it is light on the actual fucking lmao. It’s one of my old faves, definitely one of my kuroo faves!

There’s something just a little bit sexy about being trapped and isolated, terrorised by a monster who latched onto you a long, long time ago… but that’s just me :))

#my horror fics have a special place in my heart #I should write more of them honestly #rhi answers #ahh I love these asks sm #they always make me feel so warm and happy #also I hope ur birthday was good my love!! #artemis32

[heeseung-min]

Continuation from part 1 of yandere Jay oneshot

Jungkook tried to call you after he found out you were not in your room. He just came back from the vet and bought some foods for both of you to eat. He dialled again and only got a voicemail. He decided to go to the hospital when he remembered you had an appointment today. But,when he arrived there was no car outside the hospital and the main door was closed. He tried to went close but failed because someone hit him from the back and made him unconscious.

He woke up after few hours and winced a bit because his head was still hurt. He tried to get up but failed when he noticed his body had been tied up. A voice from the corner startled him a bit.

"You should not come here Jungkook. I don't want to kill another people again who dare to interupt my life with y/n"

Jongseong walked to show himself in front of the man. Jungkook was absolutely in rage when he saw the face.

"You kidnapped y/n!! Let her go you bastard!"

"Don't say that. I'm not kidnapping her I just take her to our home."

"Y/n will not love you. I will kill you Jongseong. You will not be happy with her. Maybe that's why she rejected you years ago and be with your brother instead."

Jungkook finally remembered who Jongseong is. Y/n once told him about a boy confessing to her when she was in high school. That's why he felt familiar when heard his name. The man in front of him was clenching his jaw looking serious but then he giggled a little and made Jungkook confused as hell.

"Yeah, she maybe rejected me but that doesn't mean I can't have her Jungkook. I planned all of this and my plan always success. For example, my brother's accident."

"You...killed him?"

"Yeah, he should not take what's mine."

"Let her go Jongseong you are crazy bastard"

"Isn't it dumb to ask me to let her go? What predator let go their prey? Anyway, good luck with escaping from here."

Jongseong left the room and didn't care about Jungkook screaming to let him go and after that the sounds you can heard is shooting sound.

"Y/n, who is your fiance?"

"my..my fiance is Jimin.."

"No y/n, you don't know who is Jimin. You never meet him. Your fiance is Park Jongseong and you are planning to get married. You love Jongseong so much and he loves you too. So, who is your fiance again?"

"Jong..jongseong..park jongseong is my fiance."

"umm do you know who is jimin?"

"No I never meet him"

Jongseong smirked at your semi-conscious state. You were still tried to process what is happening. He did hynopsis on you to manipulate your brain so the memories of you and Jimin will get erase and replaced with you and him instead. Now, he can be together with you forever.

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'Apparently, there were some hikers found parts of body near the lake and report to the ranger park. The police has been starting to look around and they believed the body belonged to Jeon Jungkook, the CEO of Bighit company ...'

You changed the television to watch your favourite show. Jongseong sit beside you with a bowl of popcorn on his hand.

"What are you watching, honey?"

"I want to watch running man but erghh every channel now is telling us about the ceo"

"Jeon Jungkook?"

"Yup, they found some parts of his body."

"Poor the man"

"Yeah, why are you staring at me like that?"

"Sorry honey, my wife here is so beautiful and always had me distracted."

You glared playfully at his cheesiness. Jongseong laughed when you tried to shoving him, he pulled you closer and made you straddled his laps. The close distance between you and him made you flustered. It has been one year since your marriage but you still can't help but to blush when he is close to you like this. Jongseong stared at your face then moved to your lips and to your big stomach. Now, you were carrying his child and it makes him so happy knowing that you will always be with him.

"I love you honey"

"I love you too Jongseong"

No one will disturb them again. No one will know that Jongseong was the one who killed Jimin and Jungkook. No one also will know that he stalked y/n for years and planned all of this.

"Have you done with the medicine, hyung?"

"Yeah, will give you later after this. How's y/n?"

"She's good. You should visit us, she misses you."

"Will do when I have free time. These days I'm so busy with orders"

"Well at least it gives you good income"

Heeseung smirked at the statement. He is pharmacist but he also makes medicines and sell it illegally. He and Jay has been bestfriend since high school and he also helped Jay on Jimin's accident and throwing off Jungkook's body. Jongseong introduced him to you after you guys got married and he treated you like a sister and that's why he always visits you guys.

The medicine he made for you is so important because it is the one who prevent you from remembering the old memories. Your husband would put it in your foods and drinks. You never feel odd since the medicine doesn't have any taste.

"Thank you,hyung"

"As long as you're happy"

"I am I am happy she's finally mine"

Yes, this is the end of yandere Jay😃 Actually this part has been written on the first part but my connection was too slow when I want to save it so it failed and that's why I wrote part 2.

Anyway, how yall doing? I hope the story didn't disappoint you guys😔😔 Please leave comment and like for the story. Thank you so much for reading this. Have a nice day^^

tags: @su-nw-oo-ki-m @yoshileamiyey @moonchus @ibelieveinheeliftsupremacy

#yandere au #yandere enhypen #yandere enha #enha x reader #park jongseong #enha jay #jay enhypen #lee heeseung #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #kim sunoo #enha imagines #enha au #enha drabbles #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x you #yandere imagines #yandere kpop #bts jimin #bts #bts jungkook #yandere jay

[beetle-drip]

Portrait of a man and his yet resurrected wife

Beetle’s OG killer Morgan (ft. Dead Beetle)

Basic info below

Name: Morgan Cook

Age: 42

Height: 6′6

Location: White Antler Resort

-yandere

-witch

- Poses as a park ranger to “help guide” victims in the direction of an abandoned hotel/resort in the middle of the woods.

-Performs ritualistic sacrifices on hikers, tourist, stragglers etc. 

-Beetle was the first human he resurrected but the ritual got interrupted before completion. 

#tw gore #tw decapitation #lookin like a bisexual pirate #he poses as a park ranger to lure victims #black magic man take me dead wife by the hand #Morgan Cook #my oc #murderbabe #murder oc #don’t know if I’ll add him because I already have a lot on here #Beetle mc #my art #beetledrip art #slasher oc #murder mc #almost final girl #going for that chubby joel miller look #finally drew this dude after months of him drifting in my brain

[fandomtrumpshate]

Unlisted Fandoms Challenge Update

Coming out of the first weekend of FTH2022 signups we've added TWENTY-TWO new fandoms to the write in offerings, bringing us to a total of 119! New since the last update are -

Cowboy Bebop Dimension 20 Fruits Basket Generation Kill Grace and Frankie Greedfall Happiest Season House MD Megamind Nancy Drew (TV 2019) October Daye Order of the Stick Sanditon Shadow and Bone Spartacus Spiritpact/Qing Li The Disastrous Life of Saiki K The Lone Ranger To the Moon Trash of the Count's Family Wander over Yander What We Do in the Shadows Yu Yu Hakusho

On the leaderboard, SVSSS (Scum Villain's Self-Saving System) has not only hung onto the lead, it's increased it! We still have ties for 2nd place (Rusty Quill Gaming and SK8 the Infinity), 3rd (Bleach and The Maze Runner are now joined by Hunter X Hunter and The Terror), and 4th (Anne with an E/Anne of Green Gables and Roswell New Mexico). Several fandoms also received their second signup and moved up in the rankings.

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