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yandere-kokeshi · 1 month

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We need to know how separate TF-141 would be as house-husbands!!! Please!!!

— Yandere headcanons of TF-141 as house-husbands

Warnings: Yandere behavior, older! characters, male gender roles, NSFW, slight delusional behaviors.

A/N: Anon, you are SO, so smart. I love you /a.

Captain “Price” John:

The type of house-husband nobody expected for him to be– not even himself. John had partially agreed to it, and now he’s a stay-at-home dad for your cats. When he wedded you, he never thought of it this way; and now, he had promised to always care for you, did he not?

Price is well over-tired, pretty hairy and massive; beard scratchy and face all squishy; he’s a chubby man. But that doesn’t stop him at all.

John loves waking you up in the mornings. Before even shaking you awake, he loves to admire you. Watching your different breathing patterns, some dribbles of drool, and the obvious bed marks staining your face makes him smirk. But of course, it ends too short when he realizes you need to get up.

John is so, oh gentle, when waking you up. Scarred hands rubbing at your hips as he rubs his beard into your shoulder, prepping kisses and telling you to get a move on. However, if you ignore him, he’s more than happy to leave some permanent marks, yes?

He always makes your breakfast and lunch the night before, chopping the meat, fruits, and vegetables into the correct order so he can easily sleep in with you till you leave. So, when your alarm goes off, he detaches himself from you, getting up with only his red boxers– turning on the oven to preheat the food yet again and leaving them on the table for you to enjoy when you get out of the shower.

And with that, he takes your health seriously, mentally and physically, which means most foods in the house are pretty healthy. All types of fruits, veggies, protein, and fiber nourishment is given with each meal, and he expects you to eat it all.

When shopping, he takes everything seriously. He hates getting off track, only sticking to what’s on the list, and cashiers who take too long on talking– especially if they openly flirt with him. Can’t you see I'm taken? He snarks out, showing off his wedding ring before fast walking out towards his car with his hands full.

Chores are chores. They need to be done. Dishes are easy, laundry, and vacuuming are a piece of cake. But cleaning the bathroom? Oh, that’s a bit difficult. Especially with the hidden camera he’s put out of your sight, and at times, he gets distracted; watching the many films, seeing you all naked and wet, makes Price feel... a sudden urge. How are you just so gorgeous, hm?

John is the definition of a “Pro Loyalty Card”. For all those stores he visits, he has cards for each and every single one of them, including the convenience store. They always come in handy.

Routines are his specialty; he knows everything about your schedule, to the time you leave for work, to when you call him at your lunch break, come home and collapse in his lap, all the way to sleeping in the bed naked. He’s memorized it all.

After the long antagonizing and stressful week, John always sits you down for a long bath. He massages your shoulders, using a special lotion to rub on you after the bath. But, that’s not the only gift he's giving. Before gently and lovingly pushing you to the bed, he slowly fucks the stress and irritation of you; teeth makes ensuring you stay loyal to your man.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon is quick and sleek with shopping, getting and seeking foods that have high nutrition because you only deserve the best. Most foods he picks out are healthy, getting many baskets of fruits to ensure you enjoy your lunches. But when passing by the sugar aisle, he can’t help but choose a few sweets for you.

A type of house-husband you’d never expect. He’s brooding, shoulders kept tight, wearing a black mask and hoodie as he sulks in the grocery aisles, holding the colored basket. You’d think he’s stealing with a gun hidden in his back pocket. However, when in reality, he’s taking his house duties extremely seriously as he eyes for the cereal aisle.

He wakes up way early, even before you start to stir awake, even before the sun rises and goals himself to get a good workout in. Even though he’s not the same lieutenant as he was years ago– he’s not lazy, and still picks up his pace whilst jogging down the street and doing push-ups in the open garage.

At times, he wishes you could join him, and it would be fun, would it not? Having you down below, as his chest presses against yours and your flushed face being the main goal for him to continue? Or maybe, him guiding you through pull-ups, and you need his help? Oh, that’s how to make him very desperate for you in the early mornings.

Speaking of early mornings, when you rise with his gentle shaking, whispers of “good mornin’”, and his rough stubble rubbing your neck, you realize just how lucky you are. Especially with how Riley joins in, when he notices his second favorite human is up and awake.

Though, if you decide to ignore these two, covering your face and mumbling away, Simon will crawl over you, prep your face with sloppy kisses, and murmur hot and dirty words. His hand instinctively crawling down, snapping the band of your underwear, nails barely scratching at your skin whilst promising to get you all hot and messy, before forcing you out of bed.

When you leave out of that door, regardless of the morning, he ensures the house is spotless before you come home. He doesn’t listen to any music, only the occasional barks from Riley as he sprays the leather couches, doing the dishes the “old-fashioned way”, and folding laundry like it’s a race.

Most are scared of him– except for that one lady down the road. Her eyes follow Simon as if he’s a god, but he scoffs at that when she twirls her hair. You’re the real deity, he openly thinks. Of course, he shows off his pretty wedding ring, the one you got him; and somehow, Simon wishes you’d just make out with him in public, show her that he’s off limits and that he’s yours.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

The type of househusband who immediately recognized that you needed to be cared for, and went forth with that promise between the marriage. You work so hard to make money for the both of you. And he’s devoted to doing whatever he can to be helpful too.

Kyle is a clean freak, which means the house is nearly spotless when you come home. Every scratch at the couch has him grunting and hands vigorously trying to rub it off. Shoes inside the house are immediately put up, and he hates rainy days; looking at you with glaring pupils as you step inside with soaked coverings. But, he loves you.

The chores in the house are easily done before the afternoon, dishes cleaned with shiny marks and the floors vacuumed. Dusting and sweeping the house with headphones on, face flushed whilst… listening to among things he’d never want you to find out.

Laundry is always last in line, as he tends to “borrow” a good deal of dirty underwear of yours, smelling them intensely. Don’t worry though, he returns them at some point.

Kyle is the definition of “wifey material food”. Every breakfast consists of incredible fried eggs, mixed with bacon and fluffy pancakes; lunch and dinner being different every day, which is nice. He usually sticks with foods you’re comfortable with, never going out of your zone, and tries his hardest to make different sizes of hearts out of the food.

Though, you never seem to notice the secret ingredient, the divine particular part where the two of you are bonded stronger. Such shame, he utters. Sometimes he wishes you’d come home early– catch him desperately adding it within the dish with utter lewd excitement.

Having you come home is the best time of the day. Waiting by the door, wearing the cactus green apron you got him years ago, with a giant smile and dinner laid out, waiting for you. By the end of dinner, you’re full; both of love, and much suffocation of affection.

All the other housewives in the area love him. They often invite him for yoga, or work-out sessions. But, he usually uses the excuse that you need him. You do, don't you?

Every Friday, he wears and shows off certain gifts he feels that you’ll love. You work so hard for the both of you, so he should show his appreciation, should he not? Wearing all types of risqué clothing, leaving desperate messages, and having lingerie hidden underneath his black vest, coloring his skin and outlining his scars, stretch marks, and moles. Sooner or later, it leads to a heavy cuddle-sex session that he knows you’ll love.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:

The type of househusband who uses his pretty eyes and sculpted body, to get his way. Everything from seeing you at your working office and past your lunch break, to getting free food samples, all the way to a book full of coupons and all types of gifts for half the percentage.

He’s amazing at picking food at the grocery outlet, picking up the correct portions of proper protein, vegetables, and iron. And sometimes, sneaking a few donuts, pops, and tubs of ice cream he knows you love.

Johnny always wakes you up, the alarm rarely shaking you as your beloved husband knows your schedule by heart. He ensures your breakfast and lunch are ready by 7am, smirking at the added secret ingredients that he only knows.

He’s more lenient with waking you up. Knowing how you like to sleep, beauty sleep he corrects, Johnny tries to let you snooze in as far as you can, before gently stirring you up as the sun rises in the opened window.

His arms snake around your waist, cuddling up behind you whilst pulling you into his warm chest, as he nibbles on your ear and tells you to start getting up; breakfast is served on the table with awaited love. Though, if his sweet honey voice doesn’t work at this time, maybe some extremely sloppy oral will help, no?

Johnny ensures that everybody knows you’re lovingly taken. Those hickeys and bruises on your arms, and neck show just how loveable he is. He boasts about you all the time, to his then-team, cashiers and ladies on the streets. It’s only expected you do the same, yes?

Housewives and other househusbands either love him, or envy him. He’s pretty– too alluring to just be at home and caring for duties. Most women, and men constantly flaunt at his grown-out mohawk, often slicked back into a small bun and a few scars, especially one on his head, that prominent his face.

He’s still in shape, working out in the early mornings and doing yoga with the other moms; who he regularly drinks coffee with. They love how sweet and handsome the man is, especially towards his spouse.

Anyone would be lucky to have him, and many would trade a lifetime for him. But, he’s not going anywhere, not without you or your yummy neck anytime soon.

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suiana · 1 year

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✎ yandere! spirit headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― obsessiveness, stalking, mentions of murder, nsfw etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

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✎ yandere! spirit who followed you home after you accidentally stepped on his offerings. how rude!

✎ yandere! spirit who observes your day to day life, curious about how this... rude person lives.

✎ yandere! spirit who becomes intrigued by you as he follows you around. you're actually surprisingly nice? you even bought offerings for some deceased people...? why'd you step on his offerings then??

✎ yandere! spirit who is confused and tries to get your attention by knocking things over and leaving you... messages. he's only trying to get an answer from you but you're acting like you're being haunted! so mean :( he's actually enjoying your scared reactions a lot.

✎ yandere! spirit who is touched when you apologize to him. well, not really but you said you were sorry to whichever entity you may have offended and even begged for forgiveness! you're so sweet it melts his dead heart :)

✎ yandere! spirit who starts to become more obsessed with you and even protects you from other spirits now! he's the only one who can haunt you <3

✎ yandere! spirit who leaves even more messages everywhere you go, each one becoming increasingly more disturbing. you're lucky you don't have a significant other! he would've murdered them.

✎ yandere! spirit who loves to leave messages on your mirrors. sometimes in the blood of your enemies if he's feeling a little silly. your reactions to those are by far, the best! would you scream like that if he fucked you stupid?

✎ yandere! spirit who just really wants you to notice him.

✎ "y/n please notice me :)"

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silassinclair · 21 days

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Yandere Ghost x Reader

CW// NSFW (MINORS DNI WITH PART OF THIS POST), Dub-Con, Obsessive Behavior, Masturbation, Stalking, Mentions of Murder, Religion, Somnophilia

Introduction here for more context

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When you spoke to Dante for the first time he felt more alive than when he was living.

You could see him. For the first time in centuries someone could see him. He could finally interact with somebody.

“Y-You can see me?”

He could never let you go now. No… this must be fate. God brought you to him! The Lord denied him access to the heavens and sent you instead!

Well, now you have a ghost following you around your own home 24/7. Tell him to leave you alone and he’ll just whine and beg for you to let him be in the same vicinity as you.

“Dante please leave me alone. I’m trying to write.”

“Amore mio, my love, please let me stay. I promise I won’t disturb you. Just let me be in your presence.”

The perks of being a ghost means Dante can choose whether to phase through objects or touch them.

Meaning he can touch you.

You’re so warm. It’s been so long since he’s felt such warmth. You’re the sun in his new life. Yes, he sees his death as life now thanks to you.

“Dante your hands are freezing!”

“I’m sorry dearest but I can’t control it. I’m a ghost after all.”

“Could you maybe not touch me then while I’m trying to work then?”

“:,(“

He’s madly in love with you, obsessed with you, and would die again for you. He prays that you feel the same way for him. But you’re just so dense towards his advancements!

“I would die a thousand deaths for you amore.”

“Please don’t do that, dying once should be enough for you.”

He cannot blame you though, no no you’re a doll! Absolutely adorable. Nothing is ever his amore’s fault.

Dante blames himself. When he was alive he could have any woman he wanted. But that was when he could show his gorgeous face. Now, he has a Venetian mask permanently attached to his face because it was what he last wore when he died during the party. If only he could take it off and show you how flawless he is.

“Dante, why do you wear that mask?”

“It was what I wore when I died, along with what I am wearing now. I… cannot take any of it off.”

“How come?”

“I don’t know mi amor but I wish I could show you my face.”

“Are you handsome?”

“Oh I’m absolutely ravishing. You’d fall in love with me immediately.”

Physical affection is his love language and not being able to kiss you is as painful as dying to him.

Your lips are so soft and it breaks his heart being unable to feel them on his.

So instead he’ll trace the lips of his porcelain mask along your neck while you sleep. He’ll touch your body while you’re vulnerable and asleep.

“I wish I could feel you… I want all of you.”

You notice some of your things start to go missing. Your bat necklace, blood red lingerie, and even a pair of your panties. It was weird. It wasn’t like you traveled and lost your things, you were always home after all.

The only room you cannot access is the attic. Dante says that it’s his private area so you respect his privacy. This was his home originally after all.

But you have no clue that he has put together a shrine dedicated to you in the attic. All of your missing things are in their respective spots in the shrine built in your name.

“If I pray hard enough will you give yourself to me as I have given myself to you?”

He’s a religious man. He believes in God and was raised Catholic. Dante prays every night, begging the lord for you to love him back.

Dante can’t stand it when you leave the manor!

He makes up many excuses for you to stay. He needs you! You’re his life! Yes you work from home and are home 90% of the time but he can’t stand seeing you go even for a second!

“Amore mio please don’t go! You have everything you need here. You still have milk in the refrigerator.”

“But I’m running out of eggs..”

“That is no problem my dear. There are many recipes you can make without eggs. I have my Mother’s cookbook somewhere. How about we try and make something together?”

“Oh that sounds cool.”

Adores your aloof personality. You don’t mind it when he cuddles you at all! Plus your smiles are rare so it makes him all the more merrier when he sees you smile. He thinks of your smile like a shooting star. Rare and more beautiful than any other star in the sky.

But he does wonder where your attitude came from. You don’t like to talk about your life before you came to the manor. The ghost wanted to know if there were any previous suitors. He has tried to pry once but you became angry. He never pried again.

“What was your life like before you came here? Any… special someones?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it Dante..”

“So was there someone?”

“Just be quiet about it already! Stop being so damn nosy and mind your own business!”

Cried for the rest of the day after that. He hates seeing you anything other than your neutral or happy self.

His green eyes glisten with tears when you apologize to him. They peer at you from the dark holes of his mask.

“Sorry I snapped at you… Who I was with in my past is a sensitive subject and I don’t like talking about him.”

“Was he a bad man? Did he hurt you amore?”

“Badly…”

He wants to kill him. As soon as he heard you say that one word he had the bloodthirsty urge to kill. It’s a sin but… but whatever. It’s for you.

Anything for you.

NSFW ONWARD, MINORS DO NOT TRESSPASS

Can’t resist you any longer. But… He doesn’t want to scare you off.

Dante wants to fuck you so badly. He’d treat you so so right! He already kisses the ground you walk on.

But he’s afraid of rejection. If you leave then it’s over. Once you’re off The Verona Manor property he cannot chase after you.

Dante may be a depraved animal for you but he’s still a gentleman. He wants you to fall in love with him as all couples in love do.

But you’re taking too long. Would you be mad if he just so happened to slip into you in your sleep? Your s/c thighs are so tempting in those lewd little shorts that hide little to nothing.

“J-Just the tip… Just a little bit.”

Slides your shorts down slowly. He watches your expression carefully, green eyes gaze piercingly at your resting face. If you just so much as whimper he’ll freeze and continue once you’re relaxed again.

Once your shorts are down to your knees he practically drools at the sight of your lace panties.

“Amore mio, did you wear these just for me? You knew I’d do this huh? Such a vixen you are.”

Massages your clothed clit with his leather bound gloved fingertips. Rubs soothing circles into you that make you squirm where you lay helplessly.

Stares at your dripping cunny like a desperate, thirsty animal who has found an oasis in a desert. He wants to lick up your slick so badly. But that damned mask is in his way.

His fingers will have to do.

Your pussy flutters around his fingers as he gently eases your hole. He doesn’t want you waking up with his dick in you after all. He needs you to get used to the feeling. You haven’t had sex in so long, you may was well be a virgin!

Dante’s dick leaks pre at the thought of taking your virginity. He knows you aren’t, you have had past partners. But he wants to imagine.

Just for tonight.

He tugs his pants down, his erect cock slaps against his tummy. The tip is red and angry, begging to be put into your sweet little cunt.

“A-Ah~ Mmggph… W-Wish you were awake s-so I could hear your pretty little moans~ I know they would sound so pretty from your lips m-mi amor-“

Whispers dirty little things into the night as he fucks your tight little hole slowly and gently.

Even when asleep you’re dripping wet for him. Your unconscious arousal turns Dante on like a light switch. But he has to maintain control.

Just the tip after all.

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meowhara · 2 months

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Can't stop thinking about a yandere!ghost with a reader who just moved into his territory, his house. Hair messy with a body full of scars, he watches you as you carry your things out from the moving truck.

He's not sure whether you can see him or not. Looming over you as you unpack your things innocently without suspecting a 2 meters tall invisible man watching every single one of your moves.

He kept questioning the fact that maybe you're well aware of his presence. So he put you up for a test. Blocking your way as you try to walk past your bathroom door, he watches you with a grin the moment you paused on your track. To his surprise, you didn't walk past him like how other of his victims would, walking through his body like an invisible wall. Instead, you avoid walking on the spot that he was standing with your head down, trying not to make any eye contact.

He loves it when he's able to catch your attention. Pushing some of your things off of your shelf or table. Just to mess with you so you can acknowledge him or at least try to make him stop. But you did neither of that. With a sigh you just simply put your things back where they belong. You stupidly thought that ignoring him would make him go away. To not feed his massive ghostly ego to tease you or basically to try and make you scream.

His thing is to toy with his victims. Countless people who dare to live in that house that once belonged to him decades ago before his death. All of them moved away after less than a week of living there, too scared to deal with him. If they resist to leave, he will simply kill them. Choking them to death in their sleep or causing countless tragic ways to die to every single one of his victims. Sending chills down to every soul who dares to step a foot inside.

Something about you feels different. Is it the fact that you can see him or maybe he just wanted to toy with an innocent soul a little longer? He's not sure. But he will surely enjoy every single second he gets to keep you all for himself.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ another part

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nina-renmen · 2 months

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I really like your Yandere team 141. Would it be too much to ask for headcannons of what type of Yandere Simon, Price, Soap and Alejandro would be? (separate) And how they would react to the reader reciprocating their feelings?

That’s not too much at all! I hope this is what you’re looking for.

The Stalker:

•Ghost likes to lay low when it comes to these types of things.

•You definitely wouldn’t see it coming, especially if you don’t pick up signals easily.

•Ghost is the type of Yandere to rummage through your belongings while you’re out and about. He wants to get to know you without directly asking.

•If you were to subtly flirt with him or show any kind of interest in him your chances of getting kidnapped have drastically decreased.

•If ghost was drunk enough he would confess. That being said, I think he has a high tolerance for alcohol. It’ll take him a while to actually get drunk enough to tell you.

•On the event that he does somehow confess his feelings, don’t expect it to be a big thing. He might just look at you and say something along the lines of “Let me take you out to dinner.”

•If you agree to be his without any pushback then great! You now have an overprotective guard dog that will scare off any man that tries to approach you. •Ghost dosn’t like to share, he’ll keep tabs on you with the help of soap or implanting trackers on your phone. He tells himself it’s for your safety but in reality he wants to know where you are at all times.

The clingy/touchy one:

•Soap likes to have his hands on you at all times.

•It dosn’t necessarily have to be sexual. Sometimes he’ll wrap an arm around you or place his hand on the small of your back. •He’s the type to get annoyed if you don’t pay him any attention. He’ll hide your phone from you so you have to come to him for help. •If you reject his advances towards you he’ll disappear for a while and make you drop your guard. When you’re finally settled his appear in the middle of the night and forcefully take you away. •But that scenario is for another time.

•Johnny is the type to buy you flowers, a stuffed animal (that has a camera in it) and chocolates before he asks you out. He’s visibly nervous when he hands you the ‘offerings’ and confesses his feelings to you. •If you accept his shoulder visibly loosen. A stupid grin will cross his face and for the rest of that night he’ll subtly touch you. Maybe he brushes past you and places his hands on your hips to get by. Or he’ll place a hand on your shoulder or thigh.

•Soap is a little more lenient than ghost when it comes to you going out without him. He won’t involve Ghost unless you’ve run away. He’ll probably install a tracker on your phone and send you on your way.

The gift giver:

•This one isn’t as sweet as it sounds

•Price likes to woo you with little gifts and trinkets. He’s the type to implant trackers and cameras into gifts like stuff animals or jewelry. He’ll even get you a phone that he secretly has access to.

•Price can be a bit manipulative at times. Especially if you have daddy issues. •Before he confessed to you Price was the first person to tell you that your new boy toy isn’t good for you. Price will dig up dirt on your recent date and completely trash your perception on them. Afterwards he’ll give you a gift to ‘make you feel better.’

•It you reciprocate his feelings Price is a bit taken by surprise. He had all of the necessities to kidnap you in his car. He was ready to take you by force, and he was expecting to. •With price, he’s the type to give you items that symbolize that you’re taken. For example a necklace that has a locket with his initials on it. Or a ring.

•Price wants you taken care of. Literally and figuratively. Do you want to go shopping? No worries he’ll give you his card. Are you sad that your friends ditched you? No worries, the next day their faces are in the news as ‘missing’. Are you hungry and don’t have the energy to cook? Lay down, he’ll run you a bath and order take out.

•It’s an absolute dream to be with price willingly and be naive to what he’s doing around you. But if you find out about his doings and don’t respond in the way he likes he’ll just have to resort back to plan A.

The manipulator:

• Alejandro can be sneaky sometimes

•He’s usually somewhat similar to price. Whatever you want he’ll buy for you.

•But on the off chance one of your friends notices the way he’s unhealthily protective of you or making you miss out on friendly gatherings this man will gaslight you

• If you go up to him complaining about his over protectiveness he’ll just blow you off

•”You know I’m doing this for you right?”

•After an argument that may or may not leave you in tears he’ll always say ‘I love you’. Not as a gesture to show how much he really love you. But as a manipulation tactic.

•If your gullible or naive you might have a tough time getting away from him

•Especially since he has his men stalk look after you when he can’t be there.

•If you reciprocate his feelings it’ll still be a toxic relationship

•He has more control over you now. He’ll slowly make you disconnect with family and friends so your life only revolves around your relationship with him

•If you notice early on you might be able to get out of it with the help of someone from the 141 team. But that’ll just land you in their arms instead

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cherry-writes-yanderes · 1 year

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Can I request yandere ghost plz?

Soft Yandere Ghost Headcanons

(gn! reader | SFW)

a/n: don’t worry, a nsfw piece is in the works~

cw: mention of kidnapping, bondage (sfw), physical assault, drugging w/ a needle, blood, v domestic

I’m all for the “growly, rough Ghost where he throws you on the bed” type yandere stuff, but we gotta admit to ourselves that he is so soft after you’ve been with him awhile

He’s only rough with you because you’re fussy, and when the drugs kick in you see past that, he’s very domestic and gentle with you

He hates hurting you, but he will if provoked

So don’t piss him off.

Anyways-

As soon as you’re more relaxed, he’ll take you from his bed and into the living room to lay on the couch while he does… anything really

He secretly likes showing off his cleaning skills to you, how good he cooks and how comfy he can make you feel

He wants you to feel at home, especially after the first few days and how tough it was for the both of you

He’s still not all that animated and smiley with you, of course, but he’s surprisingly soft and gentle

Simon will lay you on the couch and turn on the television, letting your legs rest in his lap as he rubs your thighs

He cannot keep his hands off of you istg

And not even in a sexual way, he just needs to be touching you at all times

If he isn’t, then he’s cleaning or making you food, that’s it

One day very early on, he felt really bad all night because you had been really wiggly, trying your absolute best to get away from him despite the duct tape binding your limbs together

He got frustrated and had to knock you out by force, and the guilt settled in his chest right after

Especially with the blood on his knuckles from your nose as a reminder

The day after, he brought you out to the couch with the utmost care, cradling your head and giving you a pillow to lay on

To top it off, he squeezed in behind you, nuzzling his face into your neck

One thing about Ghost that I stand by is the fact that it will be a VERY LONG TIME until you actually see his face

He holds the sentiment that taking his mask off is a sign that he trusts you fully, and you’re just not at that point yet :(

But don’t worry, he has a solution!

He covers your eyes with his hand, slipping his mask off to press a kiss to your shoulder

He wants to kiss you, and it’s not the same to do it through his mask, so this was the next best thing

He loves to trail kisses from your forehead to your collarbone, whispering deep, loving things into your ear as a sort of comfort

“Y’so pretty, love… Mm… ya smell nice too…”

He tries his best to compliment you, although you can tell he’s not entirely sure how

He hopes that you’ll come around soon, but until then, he still hides his face like with everyone else

Ghost still loves you though, he always will <3

~i do not condone yandere behavior irl~

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 8 months

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My corporeal love (Yandere!Fem!Spirit X Fem!Reader)

CW: Yandere behavior, death

poltergeist versus ghost

(Reader) shook her head at the results, deleting the question from the search bar while heaving a deep sigh of frustration.

types of ghosts

A hand reached out from under the chair (Reader) was sitting on, running long nails across one of her feet. (Reader) only sighed again and pulled up her feet and tucked them under her bottom. Ghosts turned out to be real, and they were annoying.

The haunting began like how horror movies promised they would, soon after moving into the new apartment (Reader) began hearing scratching noises late at night and seeing lights flicker out the corner of her eye. At first it was unnerving, but exciting. Hearing a thud from the next room over and having a chuckle after the shock of being startled, it was fun. The ridiculous situation helped dull the pain of reality.

It quickly grew, making her think she saw someone hiding in the closet, only to disappear when (Reader) would flip on the light; waking to claw marks on the bedroom door when she unlocked it in the morning; feeling someone roughly grip her ass while she tried to wash the dishes...

Wild, bulging eyes watched (Reader) as she put away her computer and wandered into the kitchen to make her morning pot of coffee; the owner of said blood shot eyes was a grey toned naked woman with long, sharp nails who sat crouched on the counter.

"(Reader)~" a dry voice cooed while a dead hand reached out to lightly brush (Reader's) shoulder.

The newly single woman had once made the mistake of trying to connect with the entity she shared a home with, believing it to be a lost soul in need of assistance, only to awaken with hands traveling up her thighs and bite marks on her neck. This thing wasn't a soul in torment, but an evil spirit that didn't believe in personal space.

It fed on energy. The more attention (Reader) gave it, the stronger it became, now freely crawling across the ceiling at all hours and whispering suggestive words of praise to (Reader). Which is why (Reader) was now doing her best to ignore her.

"Your hair looks beautiful today. I wish you'd let me run my fingers through it."

A jingle sang out of (Reader's) pocket. She grabbed it a little too quickly, thankful for having something to help her ignore the spirit, but unfortunately was too eager, and didn't pay attention to the name of who was dialing, accidently answering "BASTARD"s call.

"Hello?"

"Finally you answer. I've only called you every single day for a week."

Her heart dropped. "It was an accident, I promise it won't happen again."

"Oh, grow up (Reader). I made a mistake, but you're acting like I hit you or something."

(Reader) clenched her jaw. The woman next to her slowly closed in on her as (Reader) stayed still as a statue. The undead's breathing ragged as it strained to hear who (Reader) was talking to.

"What do you want."

"To talk."

"There is nothing to talk about."

"... You're being childish."

The phone was suddenly ripped from (Reader's) hand, smacking into the wall across the kitchen. (Reader) freaked out, forgetting for a second that the strange woman in her home was an unknown entity and not just a dick.

"Fucking really?!" She cried out as she jogged over towards her cell. "Don't do that! That's my phone!" As she bent to grab it the phone slid just out of reach, her ex's voice still angrily berating her. (Reader) stood, glaring at the approaching thing shuffling on all fours like a gorilla.

She smiled, her buggy eyes still wide and terrifyingly dark, pupils expanded to the point (Reader) couldn't see the irises.

"You deserve better."

Then, poof. She was gone.

(Reader) was stunned. She could still hear the cheater calling out her name from the phone on the floor. For a third time that morning, (Reader) found herself sighing.

"Hey!" (Reader) called out, never having learned her ghostly roommate's name. She passed through every room until she heard scratching from the closet, and opened the door without turning on the light in an attempt to prevent her from disappearing again. The spirit was lying on the ground, scratching at the floor, leaving marks.

"I never found out your name."

"I don't remember it."

(Reader) sat criss cross outside the opened door. "What's wrong?"

"... What if he hurts you?"

"He wouldn't. He's a dick, but he's also chicken shit. I left him because he cheated on me. He doesn't even know where I live now." The ghost seemed unconvinced. "I promise."

She took a deep breath, gurgling slightly as she always did. "I don't remember my name. I don't remember who killed me. But I can feel my bones breaking down in the cement of this building."

Guilt over how (Reader) had been treating the dead woman settled heavy into her gut. Even if she got a little handsy, it was probably lonely being invisible to everyone.

"That sounds terrible. I'm sorry." (Reader) laid down next to her, and she immediately rolled over and latched onto (Reader's) body, her nails digging into (Reader's) back. Her body was cold, and not entirely solid, (Reader) believed she could feel the nude flesh sinking through her shirt, freezing her bare skin underneath.

"I'll protect you, (Reader). I don't want you to end up like me... The pain never ends."

The next two weeks flew by. (Reader) had nicknamed the spirit Lydia. She didn't get the reference and was just happy that (Reader) was calling her something other than "Hey, you". Lydia still had issues with getting too handsy every so often, but as (Reader) came to know her as a person instead of a presence she hated it less and less.

Lydia sat in (Reader's) lap as they watched television together. Her form was stronger than ever, and although she was still cold, Lydia felt like a real human next to (Reader). The connection (Reader) felt with Lydia was comforting, and she had even begun to care for her as someone more than a friend.

(Reader) unlocked the door, opening it to reveal her ex boyfriend standing on her welcome mat with a smug look on his face.

Someone pounded on the front door, banging it hard enough to shake the joints and cause the hinges to clatter. Lydia was immediately agitated, dissipating from view. (Reader) could still feel her presence though, a chill settling in the heavy air, and as she rushed to the front door it felt like she was wading through fog.

She tried to reclose the door the second she registered his face, but he used his foot to block her attempt, bulldozing his way into her new home. "That's no way to greet someone." He chastised.

Her face scrunched up in fear. "How did you find me?"

"Not easily."

(Reader) tried to hold herself steady, but she could feel her body shake with anger. "You need to leave before I call the cops."

"The cops?!" He laughed in annoyance, glancing around his ex's apartment with his hands on his hips. "Jesus Christ, you're acting like a crazy bitch."

Lydia dropped something in the bedroom, and with the crash (Reader's) ex's smile fell as well.

"Is someone here?" He started for the hallway as (Reader) panicked.

"Stop! I told you to leave!"

He burst into the bedroom, searching for whoever had made the noise. Then the door shut on it's own behind him.

"What the hell, (Reader)? Is this some kind of joke?!"

A shuttering gasp emanated from under the bed. Lydia's scarred arms slowly began to drag her body out from underneath the frame, relying on the intruder's fear to make herself visible to him. The man began shaking the handle, incapable of opening the door.

"(Reader)!"

Lydia's body cracked painfully as she stood up straight.

"(Reader! Open the door!!"

"Stop saying her name."

Whipping back around he found himself alone, the broken looking woman gone. He felt his body go numb with adrenaline. (Reader's) ex was panting, trying to figure out what kind of fucked up prank this was, and how (Reader) could have set it up. When he realized the woman was probably hiding again, he turned back to try opening the door again, only to turn face to face with wide black eyes twitching with rage. Lydia grabbed his face, her nails piercing his cheeks and jaw.

From the living room (Reader) could hear her ex scream in fear, smashing against her bedroom walls and ceiling, then silence.

The police would never find his body.

Stored deep inside the building itself, resting between concrete and steel beams, bleeding into the cement block that was Lydia's final resting place. They would never find even a drop of blood in (Reader's) home.

After the noises had ceased, (Reader) heard the door unlock, so she ran into the bedroom to greet Lydia, throwing her arms around her and kissing her gently. Lydia softly crept her hands up under (Reader's) shirt, caressing her bare back.

"I told you I would protect you."

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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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Platonic Yandere Ghost x Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, unhealthy behaviour, implications of murder, vague implications/spoilers of Ghost's past, etc.

This man is one of the most possessive yandere candidates in all of MW2.

He's just lost so much already (if you've read the comics, you know).

After your initial meeting, he saw little reason to interact with you; after all, you were just another colleague - just another face at work.

But you were persistent.

Or, rather, you were just doing your job -- looking out for him, interacting with the rest of the 141, showing your personality to them -- and, eventually, Ghost couldn't keep you out.

It would be too obvious that he was trying to remain indifferent to you, to push you away.

So he allowed himself to listen in on your jokes, let you laugh at his, allowed you to bear witness to his rare anecdotes.

You'd trade some of your own, revealing more and more of yourself and your past to Ghost. As well as the rest of the 141.

Over time, the longer Ghost spent in your presence, the more he felt as if your dialogue was meant for him.

Sure, the others were around to listen, but he felt like you were speaking in another voice, one that only he could hear.

An underlying tone which said to him, in a gentle whisper: "Protect me. Watch out for me as I have done for you."

He tried to shake off this delusion at first, believing it to be some sick power fantasy rooted in the insecurity he'd felt as a child - the lack of safety he'd had then compared to the security you made him feel now.

It took him a while to realise, but he managed, somehow, through his own resistance and reluctance, to understand that what he was feeling for you was trust.

And though he trusted the rest of the 141 to look out for him, to make sure he didn't get killed by a stray bullet or an enemy, he trusted you in a way that was personal.

And this feeling only worsened - grew - during the moments where it was just the two of you in the common room in the late hours of the evening, isolated from the others not just by distance, but by experience.

Sleep - or a lack thereof - could make Ghost a little loose-lipped, and he'd end up recounting quiet tales about missions that, looking back, someone like you wouldn't have survived (in his opinion).

Thoughts of you asking him, pleading with him to protect you flooded his mind whenever that happened.

So when he realises that he appreciates -- nay, loves you -- as a friend, it's all over for you.

He lives for your cuddles, your gentle touches, your words of praise and affirmation.

They make him feel loved, wanted - something he's never felt before.

Will kill anyone who speaks, or even thinks, ill of you.

I'm not joking; people who used to bully you when you were a recruit have all but vanished, claimed to be M.I.A.

Nobody but Ghost knows what really happened, and he'll take those secrets to the grave.

He's stuck by your side during missions as if you were glued together.

All the while, he's thinking of ways to get you omitted from the 141.

False accusation, injury (he couldn't bear to hurt you), trauma...they were all viable (but not necessarily preferable) options.

And with each day that passes, his adoration for you only grows, swelling to proportions that both frighten and enthrall him.

He was convinced that he couldn't love - couldn't feel anything - after everything he's been through.

But you, you've managed to prove him wrong.

And for that, he will lay his life on the line to protect yours - to stow you away where no-one will ever hurt you or even know you.

It's just a matter of time. He's a ticking time bomb with something to lose, and he'll protect you regardless of the cost.

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yandere-kokeshi · 6 months

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— His Mate

Pairing || Yandere werewolf! Ghost x gn reader

Summary || Working on a dangerous mission, you and Ghost re-meet after being separated. However, something goes wrong— making Ghost reveal his trust identity and his obsession for you, to come forth.

Warnings || yandere, lycropathy, imprinting(?), and smut: dubcon, gender-neutral genitals, descriptions of the reader having pubic hair, talks about kids, size difference, blood obsession(?), oral (reader receiving), breeding, knotting, and slight somnophilia

It’s a dire situation.

To the explosions, nearly being hit by a bullet, and now being separated from 141 during the firefight, you’d navigate north to a safe house, rather a cabin dispatched amongst the coms you’d flipped too.

The language was hardly understandable, but you were able to pick up some words.

It’s freezing cold, the gush of rain pouring down on you as lightning cracks above your head. Gear soaked through, hair damp and covered in likely blood and mud; if not more. The moisture and ice surrounding you was working to create a deep freeze into your narrow bones, and it’s working– pretty damn well, too.

Mud splatters your camo-clad shins as you sprint through the forest terrain, heart lurching out of your chest as your soaked fingers fumbled with your gun to the sodden ground.

The moist and crispy air of midnight caked your face with frozen lids, blood staining your face. Your lungs were burning, legs cramping and stinging from the amount of running you’ve achieved.

You continue going, thunder rumbling in the clouds above, exhaustion gnaws at your joints as you shoot and cut-throat enemies from behind, their thick blood staining your face, and hands. Creating an emotionless barrier; nothing behind your eyes but annoyance.

If it weren’t for your radio, you’d be pestering Ghost. But due to the stray bullet, that certainly would’ve ripped through your heart if not for the layers of plastic settled over it, you had to count on your distance and not for help.

Just a little more, and you’ll arrive. And from there, you can focus on radioing the team; shooting a private message to Ghost to ensure your safety. He was protective, after all. But, for now, you had too—

Crack.

Before you could react, chaos erupts — the sounds of trees cracking down as an explosion comes from behind you. The wave of warmth and smell of gunpowder settled into your lungs. A bomb had gone off.

Panicked voices overlay each other in different languages. The thumps of bodies and flurry of shouts shot you to your very core. Breathing heavily, adrenaline coursing through your veins, you find yourself hiding behind a sturdy tree.

The bark cutting at your palms, a reminder of the unforgiving chaos that surrounds you as you brace for incoming fire. Instantly, you gripped the gun slung behind your shoulder and started reloading it; cursing at yourself for not doing it sooner.

As it clicked, ready and loaded, someone shouted out a name.

“Ghost!” someone wails, and your blood runs cold, eyes widening. The whizzing of high-powered bullets persists, dropping mercenaries into the mud beneath them.

You hear yelled orders, fighters urged to retreat by the incoming deaths, like a poison parade.

Before you know it, all that’s left is the sound of your ears buzzing, the aftermath of the familiar bomb — the infinite number of trees swaying as more lightning struck ahead of you. Your brain was splattered, focusing on your inner voice instead of the upcoming footsteps.

“Cobra, come out.”

You hesitate, teeth digging into your bottom lip. But with the thick, British accented voice familiarized to your brain, you eased your head out, clenching your grip on the gun as you checked for any more enemies before your eyes landed on the man itself. His hulking build that you could recognize anywhere.

You’d be lying if you said you were unperturbed by the sight, fallen enemy combatants surrounded him, his gear covered in blood, as was his skull mask stained with gore.

It was considered normal — but with the moon outlining his silhouette, the light bouncing off the turbid forest floor behind him, it was intimidating.

Almost as if it was a warning about what was coming. What was ahead in the future.

“Price sent me your last coordinates before you went AWOL,” Ghost states, clearing his throat as he bent down. Knees loudly popping as his hand curled around the knife, deepened inside a soldier’s head, and pulled it out with a thick sound.

The gush of gore, and the slick sound of the knife easily coming out, made you cringe. Your throat tightened, you wanted to gag but stopped yourself as he shot a look at you.

“Left quite a mess back there,” he added, looking at you with sharpened eyes as he stood back up. His knees popping yet again. His gun shuffled as he wiped the bloody knife onto his pant leg, before putting it back into the original place.

You forced a smile, shrugging your shoulders playfully, “It’s what I’m best at, no?”

He let out a chuckle, something that wasn’t rare or common to hear. But it was something. Something that left you tingling.

He stayed quiet and looked at you — almost like he could see, and feel you. Though, he spoke up after noticing your awkward stance.

“Le’s get going, safe house is ahead. From there, I’ll radio Price.”

Staring into the bubbling pan of water settled over the small fire, you relish in warmth that creeps across your chilled body. Still, you’re soaked, the scent of iron and mud assaults your nose, the water that you pick off the fire cautiously heated enough to scrub the blood off your face and hands.

Though, as you look up at Simon, you quickly notice his demeanor is off; something amiss. Sure, he’s cold. But, he’s colder – brown eyes that are seemingly covered in nothing. Almost like something has taken over him, nothing of him is there; non-exist, and non-recognizable.

His distant and blocking agency seems somewhat peculiar – lost in thought, intermittently clicking his tongue whilst cleaning his gun. Concerned, you gently approach, offering a caring inquiry: “You okay?” you ask.

To which, he nods with a grunt. But you didn’t buy it, it was clear something was bothering him. But he’s known for being stubborn and not one to let people in unless necessary.

Ghost had seated himself in the corner of the large, relatively empty room – looking quite ridiculous. He was attempting to fit himself in the short-legged chair as he was cleaning his weapons, and you had to hold back a laugh. You dipped the dripping rag back into the hot water, dragging it across your skin.

“Y’know…” you started, making him stop before looking up at you. “You can tell me whatever is botherin’ you. I’m not like Johnny.”

“I’m fine.”

You raised your eyebrow at his reply, making him grunt as a less efficient, threatening way of ‘quit it before I make you’.

“Are you sure?” You pressed on, “It definitely seems like something is on your mind. And while I may not—”

Ghost said your name in a threatening tone. His brown eyes watching you from beneath the mask. Eyes boring into you, watching you struggle to remove what was left of the grime and gore that failed to wash away.

You sighed, and puckered out your lips like a duck, “Whatever you say, Mr. Grumpy-pants.”

Minutes blurred by you, and before you know it, the small fire had set itself out; embers flickering around as that was the only thing keeping you two sane. You groaned, looking behind you the next minute before standing up.

“Going to get more wood,” you say out loud, and Simon had nodded — letting yourself feel a bit more relieved before your hand barely curled at the knob, and it’s when you heard it; the most guttural sound that sounded like a blend of a growl and snarl.

He said your name in a painful whisper. Not your code name– your right name.

As you turn, you see him on his knees; his large hand grasping his chest. Heart attack? No. Something highly on not happening. But… panic attack?

“Ghost?” you asked, concerned, stepping forward before stopping at his shaking head. He was in pain and it was hurting you.

“Fuck—” he grunted, heaving as his body started to shake violently. “D-on’t come closer.”

Your eyebrows raise automatically, looking at him eerily. “Why can’t I get close to you?”

He grunted, moaning out in pain again, as yet another growl erupted from the bellows of his chest. And before you could say anything else, his holster gun fell from his arm to the floor. The sound of clattering and the smell of aforementioned sensed you to reality.

“I- we need to get you up, what’s going on—!”

Almost as if the universe tricked you, ripping came next — the man you knew was no longer there. But instead, a hulking black-wolf took his place, boring holes in you and cracking each bone in his skeleton into places.

Like a Cobra, you stiffened. Ready to attack the friend you once knew.

“Ghost…?” you confessed, heavy breathing as adrenaline shot through you. By the time you whispered his name, he grew in size. Being too large. Too inhuman. Monstrously. Midnight mass fur grew onto his body, the sounds of bones breaking and reforming, his gear tearing off like nothing as scarred ears, a large snout, and patched fur grew all over him like parasites — paralyzing you like venom.

You couldn’t fathom his form, taking a few steps back as he whined out in pain; teeth, once human, now becoming a famous creature that you imagined as a myth.

And these eyes, they were wide and bright as Amber and honey, the color that contrasted greatly through the darkness. They were large and squinted, and the sound of snarling brought you to know you were being threatened.

But yet, you couldn’t do anything.

His military boots outgrew, rising and shredding apart as the feet he once had, turned into paws with long claws. The curving nails scraped into the wooden floor, snapping of planks and splinters flew around his feet, echoing the noises of his cracking bones and whines of pain.

It was practically towering over you, all muscle and height, and it made you feel powerless underneath it, trapped under its hardened gaze and intensity of its possible strength.

You let a small gasp out, uneven breaths being snaked out as he licked his chops, rearing back, bending the wooden-planks and the fallen gun underneath his weight. Turning his canine head at your expression.

“S-imon…?” you whimper, hands shaking as you winced at the bones still cracking.

His large head came down, eyeing you deeply at one side before walking forward, nudging at your leg. The sound you didn’t want to let out was paralyzed by fear, you didn’t want to let him know you were rather scared, as you watched with no knowledge of what he could do next.

He left you no room to move, the fear finally choking you of words. And you could only babble out words that would normally leave you embarrassed.

“Who— what… are you?” your gaze turned to him, reminding yourself that your demand was weak. You knew so, but a bigger part of you was buried in denial. He was Ghost. Still is.

His eyes, once cold, a beautiful brown, and stood on deck, now were sharp and bright with yellow, contrasting so strongly against his scarred, ripped fur and inky shades. His head barely grazed the top of the ceiling, his ears flickering as more bones cracked in place. The snapping and crunching was horrifying.

“Smell– your smell… sweet,” those words fell into your stomach and sank like lead. His whiskered lips and sharp teeth curved around his spotted gums. He growled, smelling– grinning at your feared state, “Mine. You’re mine.”

Before you could think, your feet kicked his chest backwards — he roared, taking a few steps back from your move.

Seconds blurred by you, and right as you lunged toward the door beside you, nearly skinning your knees on the floor, you heard a thick snarl from the beast behind you.

His claws, bigger than your head, were suddenly pinned at your hips and yanked you back, making you face plant onto the floor before he dragged you enough feet away for his satisfaction. Capturing you more into the depth of his hold.

Blood– you tasted it before feeling it, your nose bleeding from the impact, and you groaned; the smell of iron making its way back to you, and he noticed this.

He turned you right-side up, his claws ripping holes in your clothes. You let a small whimper out, as his large head came to nudge at your shoulder. Almost as if he was trying to calm you, showing he wasn’t a threat.

He whined out, taking your quiet frame and heaving breaths as more fear — apologizing for hurting his beloved.

And with that, his warm wet and pink tongue suddenly started lapping at your arm, then your neck and finally a rough lick from your jawline up towards your nose. Starting at, licking up the very same blood that’s coming down your face — nearly suffocating you with his rough texture.

He needed to comfort his mate. His, his, his!

You grimaced at his tongue, the rough black and pink muscle not stopping when you moved side to side, trying to dodge it. Was he now tasting you for taste?

You pushed at its brawny chest to get some space, but he didn’t listen– his rough tongue continuing his assaults. Behind him, you could see glimpses of a tail swinging strongly behind him; the thick tail slightly wagging at your blood.

Fuck. What was he going to do? Rut you? Fill you? Mark you? Kill you?

Suddenly, he growled — earning a gasp from you, as you watched his pupils dilate, his tongue coming out to heave; dried blood on his muscle.

“Don’t mean to scare ya’. Jus’ drivin’ me insane, sweetheart,” he states, licking your jaw one last time before his claws – trying to on being careful – shreds your gear and pants to bits.

You answered with your frozen stiff body, a long wine erupting from the man above you as your teeth chatted one against each other.

“Let… me go, Simon. Now!” you demanded, but his claw rose from your bruised hip and cocked a sharp nail to your chin, making you look up at him; his golden irises digging holes into your soul. Deepening his animal need for you.

“I jus’ got you, I promise I’ll treat you well.” he purred in your ear, licking yet another strip at your face before making his way down to your sex.

“Simon–!”

“You’ll be mine, nobody will take you away from me; fill you full of my cum. Mark you, take care of you. Until I’m satisfied.” he said while lifting your lower body up from the ground, grabbing your ankles to set them beside his head, his hot breath shaking you to your core.

“NO!” you screamed, suddenly snapping back to reality. His ears folded in an angry expression, the sound positively jarring to his sensitive ears. “No– you can’t, no, no! You won’t–!”

His body was heavy, one paw leaning against your stomach to keep you still. You didn’t even realize you were squirming until he applied more weight, earning you a whine that you didn’t even know you could let out until now.

“Mine,” he growled, “That’s what you are,” Simon pressed his wide hips forward, making you feel his cock– his long, swelling hot, and erect cock that was awaiting to be stuffed inside you. His knot pulsing, as if it was begging to feel your taut walls clenching around it.

You shook your head, denying his claims. Denying his appearance. This is a dream, this is a dream. A dream!

But when he tore away your undergarments, flattening his tongue over your fluttering entrance, the sensation caused you to realize —- nothing of this ‘dream’ was fake, but instead of a standing still.

He stuffs his whole snout into your bush and groans. The feeling is alien, his muzzle warm and wet, and you shudder with it. “You smell divine.”

You attempt to swat him away, but to no avail, he growls at your antics, showing his teeth as a warning.

“Tastes good,” he purrs, his deep and raspy voice shuddering you. He started licking long, broad strokes and making unwanted moans escape your lips — fingers digging into your bruised thighs, and his saliva adding to the sensations.

You cry out, bucking your hips into his maw as he grunted– licking up all your juices like his last meal. Walls clamp down on his thick tongue, thrusting it in and out of your hole as you’re subjected to the pleasure.

Though, just as your stomach starts getting warm; your abdomen heating up like a lamp, he pulls away. Making you whine out.

“M’ make you cum in a few.”

Ghost towers over you — his thick structure showing off his heated, non-sheathed cock. Making you realize what he’s referring to as his swollen tip nudges at your entrance; the pulsing heat making you clench your thighs unintentionally.

“Won’t fit–! No. Simon—!”

You cried out as he growled in response, his tongue licking your neck to soothe the oncoming pain. It hurts so bad. Yet so good as he fills you so full.

You prayed he’d be gentle– but you knew better. And in a rough instant, your stomach swelled, and fire consumed you. Air rushed out from your lungs from his thick, girthy cock into your tightening, barely prepped channel, and you quiver in ecstasy at how utterly full you are right now.

The beast, Simon, grunts and heaves; some of his drool drops on your face as he tries to calm you down with him nudging his head into your face.

“Oh– fuck,” you whispered, panting as your teeth bit into your bottom lip.

Simon’s thick paw continued to press on your stomach, hitching out breaths as his cock slowly started to piston in and out of you. “You’d look so pretty, filled with my babies. Getting all swollen and full of my cum.”

He smirked– his thick teeth shining in the dim fire, dragging his tongue up your neck.

“Breed– need to breed you,” he gave a harsh thrust, making you feel the thick part of his cock pushing inside. He let you cry out as your legs curled around his lower hips, tightening your hold as he hit that part.

And without another word, he shoves his cock back out and in, pounding into your soaked hole with animalistic, determination and vigor speed. With Simon being so deep into you, you didn’t even realize you were begging for more, and more.

“Wa—eugh” you gurgled, smearing your tears against his fur as with each slap of the furry balls on his body, he sank further. His fat cock splits you open and makes a mess of sweat, tears, and drool on the wooden floor of the abandoned shack.

It’s too much, too much— it’s too good.

Your walls tighten up around him, making him snarl out, bullying his cock into you at a more rapid pace as he pulls away from your neck; grunting in your ear with promises.

“Fill you with my cum– belly so full. Full of my pups, I promise.”

As if he didn’t nearly split you in half, he took himself almost out; gripping your hips before turning you on your stomach, making you support yourself on your bruised knees as his claws nicked your skin.

He spread apart your ass, plunging back inside, and continuing with his animalistic pace; heaving and snarling above you.

“—plea—god!” your nails scraped at the wood, leaving marks that you didn’t care about. All you cared about was his knot. His, his, his. Everything of his cum. “Fuck–! Knot… Wan’ your knot!”

You babble nonsense, your body growing tired as his knot was slowly getting bigger– creating delicious friction as it rubbed against your inner walls. But, interrupting your soon-to-be climax was Simon coming down, leaning on your lower back for support as he snarled, aggressively nipping at your shoulder before licking the open wound.

You were his — his mate, his to claim in every way.

Without hesitation, he bit on the back of your shoulder. Hard. You cried out, feeling blood trickle down your arm and neck, tears pricking in the corner of your ears. And Simon whined.

He didn’t mean to do that! He was so out of focus on breeding you, he had hurt you. Comfort. He needs to comfort you.

Simon didn’t stop licking– not until he saw that your tears were long gone, and the smell of fear and shock had gone away. But instead, blinding lust and more was demanded.

And you could no longer talk, pain lingering, but pleasure buzzing on the edges of your nerves. Numbing every sensation but the beast within you and blanked the world but him, and his inhuman cock stretching you too big. Time didn’t exist.

Your body grew tense– a white-hot flash washing you whole. Your abdomen was tightening so much it hurt, and then it snapped. And suddenly — everything grew too much.

You cried out, tears forming out of stimulation, but he wasn’t done. You couldn’t think anymore, and after several moments of his vigorous fucking, he howls– his knot expanding painfully, stretching it to unbeknownst size, and his cock twitches violently as he spills inside, the large load obscene within you.

The stretching ended with an audible pop, stuffing you completely as he bucked his hips at your squirming. “G—” you stumbled with the start, “G-get out of me!” you tried elbowing him, pleasure growing to a near painful degree before his claws grabbed your bicep gently.

Then, your stomach felt heavier. It hurts so good, and so hot.

He purred, “Be quiet, honey— m’ filling you real hot.”

He fucks into you for another few, sloppy thrusts before he stops to ‘clean’ you. Nudging you with his wet nose into your neck affectionately,

You’re a proper mess now. The load of cum feels obscene within you, all warm and sticky. He held you against his taut chest, rumbling in a way that felt like a cat purring; somehow soothing you.

His thick claw gripped under your chin, forcing you to look at him as he huffed quietly, “I’ll take real good loving care of ya’ and our lil’ pups.” he jostled you somehow deeper to just the right spot, and you whimpered; quite in a state of being fucked raw by a beast who has it’s knot stuck inside you.

“…are we staying like this?” you asked, looking down, curious and intimidated by the sight below. Mustering some strength, you slid down a tingling hand to support you as Ghost licked your shoulder.

“For a while, I reckon,” you arched your back as his teeth slithered across your beating pulse.

Fuck, a single movement by him has you wanting more. But you’re tired. So, so tired.

You tremble and whimper, feeling his cock still hard — your limbs now coming limp with exhaustion as your eyes roll back into your skull. You’re so tired on Ghost’s monstrously cock that you don't even notice that he lays down with you, cradling your body close to his warm one.

“You’re mine. All mine,” he mutters, feeling your heartbeat succumb to sleep before he starts grinding into your ass. You whined, murmuring something. But he shushes you, making you fall into a blissful sleep as the man, the monster you once knew, keeps rutting into you from behind.

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kimsmuse · 11 months

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yandere ghost ♡ !!

fem!reader. 1346 words. warnings for obsessive and lovesick behaviour, a makeout. feedback is v appreciated <3

let’s say you just moved out of your house, from your parents’ home to a place you’re renting on your own, and out of all the apartments that you checked out in the apartment hunting, one resonated with you slightly more than the others, the vibes were cozy, the location was pretty nice and the neighbours didn’t seem like a bother. so you decide on it, signing the lease and everything.

but as you stand there and smile at finally having a nice place all to yourself, a soft apparition appears in the corner, scared at the aspect of a new owner, but he can’t really do anything right now, maybe he’ll just drive them away like he did with the others. now, he’s not a hostile ghost at all but he still likes this place, this home still belongs to him and he doesn’t want people he doesn’t like to sit around and claim it as theirs. there were many instances when he does like the people who live here but so far, unfortunately it has happened only once or twice.

when the moving day comes, he stands shadowed, watching as you load the boxes in the living room, he doesn't dislike you at first glance so that's a win, really. and when you finally start placing the boxes relevant to each room there, he starts following you around, he doesn't wanna snoop in your belongings yet because a) he doesn't wanna scare you off (yet..) and b) he'll get to do plenty of that later when you've actually settled in. so he spends the next few days roaming around, sitting face to face with you but you can never see him, he starts recognising people around you.

there's your parents who are anxious about you moving out, there are friends who are happy for you, and they want to come over for drinks once you're done but that's about it.

the days he spent wallowing around almost feeling like he didn't even exist are now replaced with the genuine awe he feels for you and your surroundings.

he stands next to you when you're hungry at 3 am, as you try to make some instant noodles, and wonders whether you feel as lonely as him. he can’t remember actually feeling nice on his own when he was alive, right now it was just because he didn't have any other option.

and then he learns to like the music you play, it occupies the entire apartment, like a ghostly figure way, way, larger than him. he enjoys it, and he knows you do too, the way you hum it as you work.

but his memory is warped completely, in some instances he can remember who he was, what happened to him, why he's here. but sometimes, it's just a blank, as if he's some non-living object with no thoughts or feelings of his own.

and he can't put a finger on it but you remind him of someone, he hopes that he'll remember that he deduced this today when his memory comes back again.

and luckily enough, he does remember. his partner, his real life partner, who was so real. he's reminded of them in you. the way you smile and he feels compelled to do the same even when you can't see him, the way you have the habit to say "sorry," to inanimate objects (sometimes even him) when you bump into them, and the way you take care of the house. he's not sure about how far you actually resemble his darling from when he was alive, but he can tell that he was growing fond for you.

and he sits besides you, when your friends have come over, his knees hugged to his chest as he looks at you. if anybody could see him they could see it in his eyes, completely lovesick. when you laugh, he could feel his heart beating again almost, it was just magical.

he never knew he could really smile or feel even a little happy inside, but here he is now, even when he doesn't remember sometimes, your presence without any history related brings him so much joy, that there's someone beside him and he isn't lonely anymore.

the worst time of the day though, is when you have to leave, for “work,” or for “uni,” but that's the time he takes to go through your belongings, he can't do much but he can immerse himself in your clothing and feel you around him, it keeps him occupied when you aren’t around. and his latest hobby is to pluck the flowers from the tree outside your window, and keep it on the window sill, and you always have such a smile thinking about how the wind blew them in.

and he loves staring at your photographs, the ones you have in frames or small prints, it gives him an insight in a version of you that he never knew. that wasn't connected to him. was that picture taken when he was alive?

but the ghost is in for a bad set of days, when you start bringing another man home. at first, it's just the living room, he sits there and you laugh at jokes he makes (which were quite lame, let’s face it) and he stands in the doorway, his arms crossed. He didn't like the man.

and the way you looked at him, it made him so, so upset that you could never really look at him that way, or any way for that matter.

he found himself, sitting there in the corner of the room, again with his knees hugging his chest as he overheard the conversation.

and slowly the visits became frequent, and then he came from the living room to the kitchen and then he used the toilet!

he felt oddly intruded, but the only reason he wasn't doing anything was the fact that it made you so happy whenever he was around. you were happy alone but this glow.. the man who came around made it happen. he wondered lowly, about how things would be if he could do the same.

but the final straw for the ghost is when you bring him into the bedroom! the sacred bedroom! why would you do that?

and you both are so close to each other, almost kissing, and skin on skin. the ghost sees red at the moment, no longer does he think about the aspect of keeping you happy, all he can think of is the unfairness of it all, it would probably be him! it would have been him! why is it not him? it's sad.

it makes the lights go out, all the fairy lights, the speaker, it's all disconnected.

when the man leaves after that, claiming that he has “work,” tomorrow and can't afford to be late (and the fact that he can’t sleep with the air off would disturb his sleep. excuses, really), is only when the ghost calms down.

he's back to normal and the lights slightly fluctuate and come back on.

now, it's just how he wants it to be, he stands close to you as you look out the window to the man that left, he can feel that you're upset that he left but he’s glad that you do, because he sees you pick up the phone and block him. and you're so right for that, he exclaims! he never wanted to be with you, he only wanted your body, and when he couldn't get it…

he wishes he could reach out and stroke your face and tell you he’d never leave and it wasn’t even for your body, he tries, really, but it doesn't happen. the most you can feel is the wind brushing against you.

and even if he can't do anything about it or communicate, he still enjoys this, having you all to himself, just looking at you as you do your own thing. but it's okay, even if you can't see him, he'll always be here to protect you.

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 2 years

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Masterlist

Hello, Doves I'm Candy Rose and this is my main account. I write for different characters and people, it's all over the place tbh but anyway, my requests are closed. Taglist.

Some of my content will be dark.

I DO NOT tolerate hate, if I see an ounce of hate I will not hesitate to block or report you.

We're all just people, don't hate someone who just has a different taste in fanfic than you. If you don't like them just move on and don't interact with them.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy my stories, and like always, stay tuned.

🌧= Augst.

🧸= Fluff.

🥵= Smut.

🌥= Hurt/Comfort.

💞= Multiple relationships.

🎙️= Songfic.

💀= Dark.

☠️= Very dark.

🚫 = Soft dark

🍷= Yandere.

🖤= Black reader.

🍊= Chubby/plus sized reader.

✒️ = Headcannons.

◌⑅⃝●♡⋆♡ ♡⋆♡●⑅⃝◌ ◌⑅⃝●♡⋆♡ ♡⋆♡●⑅⃝◌

Austin!Elvis.

Ain't that something, part 2, part 3.🧸, 🌧, 🥵,💞.

Endlessly. 🧸.

Family odds. ,🌧️,🖤,🧸.

In it together.

Little Mama. 🥵, 🧸, 🌧

Little mama 2.🥵,🧸,🌧️

In my dreams. 🌧, 🎙️

Too Beautiful. 🌥️,🧸,🌧️, 🍊

Romeo to my Juliet, 2. 🌥, 🌧, 🎙️,🖤

Love Power. 🧸,

Love another. 🧸,🌧,🥵,🚫,

His girl💀,🥵,🧸

The Art of Obsession.💀,🥵,🍷

A king's true love.💀,🥵,🍊

Deal. 🥵,🍷,💀

Austin Butler.

My butterfly girl. 💀,🍷,💞, 🥵

My Hecliconius, (Butterfly girl part 2)

Daddy's # 1.🥵,🌈,🧸

Stalker's baby. ☠️,🥵,🧸,🍷

Stalker's little family.🥵,☠️,🍷

Knight in sapphire armor.🧸,🥵,

Model mine.🥵,🚫,🍷,🧸,

Dying love.🥵,💀,🍷,🧸,🌧️,

From the start.🍷,🥵,☠️

Jealousy isn't a good look. 🌥️,🌧️

Just fine.🧸,

Elvis Presley.

Mafia life.☠️,🥵,🌧️,🧸

Killer.🌧️,💀,

The truth.💀,🌧️,⛅

A Chance.🧸

His.🧸

Blame.🌧️,🧸,🥵

The star in his eyes.💀,🍷,🖤

Gravitation.🥵,🍊

Male!Wednesday Addams.

Baby addams.🧸,🍷

Flirting with death.🍷,🧸

Not far from the tree.🧸

Toji fushiguro.

Guilty love, 2, 3...🍊,🥵,🧸,🌧️,🌥️

Babysitter.✒️,🍊,🥵

Loves 'em big.✒️,🍊,🥵

Breeding.✒️,🍊,🥵

Pretty admirer. 2🍊,🥵,🍷

His human heifer2.🍊,✒️, 🥵

Sex god.🥵,✒️

Pimp Toji, 2.✒️, 🥵

Lovers dispute. 🥵,🌧️.

Doctor's order,2.🥵,✒️

Forbidden affair.🌧️,🥵,🍊

Model's obsession.✒️,🥵, 🚫

A king's help, 2.🥵,✒️,🚫

B.F.B.🥵,✒️,🍊

One for me.

Simon"Ghost." Riley.

Hero.✒️

König.

For the price of two.🥵,🚫

Ours. 2.💀,🥵,🌧️

Neighbor König, 2. 💀,🥵

Kim "Horangi" Houg-jin.

For the price of two. 🥵,🚫

Ours. 2.💀,🌧️,🥵

Ji-woon hak.

His and only his. 🥵

Astarion Ancunín.

Forever, mine. 🥵,💀,🍷

Bloodhounds

Kim gunwoo.

Their everything. 🥵, 🌧, 🧸

Hong woojin.

Their everything.🥵, 🌧, 🧸

Writing stuff.

Writing more stuff.

More writing stuff.

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silassinclair · 26 days

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OHOHOHHH MY BRAIN IS TINGLING RN TO GIVE A REQ

May I have a Yandere Ghost headcanon with a darling who’s just “Oh, alright.” And suddenly passes out? I can see our dear Yandere Ghost wondering why does this human sleep so much during the day and night as if on hibernation and the only time he sees them awake is when darling goes to get food or go to work? This seems very familiar to Maddox and his sleepy darling which I took inspo from!

This gets even funnier when the poor Yandere tries to talk to their darling about their random sleeping habits and how they should sleep more regularly until they see their darling. Straight up asleep with their face down on the bowl of hot soup they were having since it felt really cold (when in all honesty it was very hot that even the ghost could feel it)

I understand if you don’t wanna do this, but if you do this small request thank you very muchh <3

Wish you a great day/night and that you understand my bad english ;-;

This is so cute! I love writing for sleepy Y/n so this is no problem at all :-)

Yandere Ghost x Sleepy Reader

Masterlist!!

It’s been a month since you moved in and Dante has fallen head over heels for you! But you don’t seem to notice his affection for you, you’re a little dense after all.

And you’re also always asleep! He never gets to have any moments with you :(

“Amore mio, wake up. Please love I want to see your eyes.”

He only gets to see you when you’re eating or working online in your office. And during those times you wish to not be disturbed! It’s so unfair to him.

He’s like a kicked puppy when he tries to gently awaken you only for you to roll over and grunt.

“Go away. I’m tired.”

“Amore you’re always tired.”

Feels more alone than ever when you’re asleep, he can’t stand it!

When he finds you asleep on the couch he creeps beside you to lay with you. The chill of his ghostly self makes you shiver but you stay asleep. And Dante relishes in getting to touch you. You feel so warm and perfect against him.

Dante feels so bad for you when you fall asleep at the table. His poor baby is so exhausted! Your little face is in your plate!

“Aye aye aye… Clumsy girl. How did you ever survive on your own?”

Loves to press the porcelain lips of his mask on your skin when you’re asleep. It’s his own way of kissing you. Your little shivers make him feel so alive. But he wishes you were awake so he could hear your voice and see your eyes.

He wants you to be awake so all your attention can be on him! He’s getting tired of your sleeping habits. He’ll tolerate it no longer.

“Wake up love. You have slept long enough.”

And when you don’t wake up he starts to get angry. This has gone on long enough.

Whenever he finds you asleep when it isn’t bedtime he’ll shake you awake. When you do wake up he pulls you into his arms and shushes you before you can yell at him to go away.

“Shhh sh sh. I know you’re cranky Amore but this is no time to sleep okay? Don’t make me mad now my sweet.”

Sometimes you can’t control when you fall asleep and it worries him so much. When he sees you about to fall or tip over he is there to catch you.

“I’ve got you love. That was close, you could have gotten hurt.”

You’re safe in his arms. He’ll protect you while you’re so so vulnerable.

He sits on the couch and has you use his lap as a pillow while he traces your face and plays with your hair. He loves all your little details, and he gets to examine them up close while you’re asleep.

Dante loves you so much. Even if you are just a little bear cub who hibernates all day. He’ll be there to take care of you and make sure no one steals you away.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #x reader #yandere imagines #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #dante verona #yandere ghost #yandere ghost x reader

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yandere-arts · 1 year

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Yandere COD Ghost HCs Act 2

A/N: I literally hate writing fight scenes, LMAO. Sorry this took SO LONG but school’s been kicking my ass :/ Had some time to spare, though, so here you go 🙂

TAG LIST: @simligul , @greenkiki

Part 1 of my Yandere Ghost HCs series :)))

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TW: yandere behavior, staring, stalking, ghost himself is enough to be a tw, misogynistic behavior (fem reader), war, guns, lots of blood, violence, hospitals, cursing at reader, self doubt and maybe some anxiety if you squint

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ACT TWO in which Ghost discovers that he cares more for you than he initially thought, and that no injury, no pain, nothing will keep you away from him. —

-Gravel crunched under your boots as you and Soap made your way towards the main warehouse. Nerves were high and you tried your best to focus on Price’s voice as he navigated you through the aisles and rooms once inside. There were bags everywhere and a chemical stench rotted off the walls, yet the two of you kept moving.

-All was well until you heard gunshots down the hall and a blend of Russian and English cursing. Ghost had found the man you were looking for, but he had been found as well.

-Immediately, you and Soap sprinted towards the noise, firing when you saw the tall bodyguards.

-Ghost’s gun and knife were on the ground — they had disarmed him.

-Soap was screaming at Price though his mic, and Price was screaming back at him to stay in position. Not to move, not to flinch, even, to just take it as it was. You heard Price's hesitation as he spoke. You knew things had to be bad if he was concerned.

-So you acted. You didn’t know why — maybe out of some stupid need to protect your teammates. You took the bodyguards out while Soap dragged Ghost up to a sitting position. He was growling something at you as you stayed behind to cover for them, bullets whizzing past you and you responding with equal fervor.

-Suddenly, Price was screaming over the radio, telling everyone to get out — to abort — and soon there wasn’t a sound in the facility as TF 141 left, wounded and nearly one man down, yet with the intel.

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-Once back at the base, the commotion started up again as the wounded were treated soldiers decompressed from their respective missions. -But TF141 was filled with anxiety as they waited for the results of Ghost’s condition. Soap was insisting that Ghost would ultimately walk away from this experience with nothing but a few scars, but you didn’t think so. This guy… he was supposed to be unbreakable. Untouchable. Everything you’d heard about him you’d thought to be undeniably true. And yet, YOU had to drag his ass out of there with Soap. All you wanted to know was what went wrong.

-After a few hours, Ghost was well enough to have visitors. TF141 flooded in, all nervous smiles and waves. Ghost’s right arm, upper right thigh, and head were bandaged and blood was already seeping through each wrapping. It became quiet again once they actually saw him in his disheveled state. This was not who Ghost was.

-“You all right there, mate? You look a little pale,” Soap said, attempting a weak joke to lighten the mood. Ghost’s pale skull mask was still on, now clean of any blood and gore that once decorated it. He grunted slightly in response to the joke, but his eyes weren’t on Johnny.

-They burned into the yours, something like fury rolling around in them. He wasn’t… mad at you for saving him, was he? He shouldn't be, you were simply doing your job! And yet if looks could kill, you'd be in a coffin already...

-The men around you shifted uncomfortably as Price began lightly scolding Ghost for his incompetence. Ghost only broke eye contact with you when Price yelled at him. It felt as though an enormous weight had suddenly been lifted from your shoulders.

-Price eventually ushered everyone out of the room for a little one-on-one chat with Ghost, most likely to make sure that everything was fine with the normally deadly man. Turning to leave, you heard Ghost's rough voice call out to you by name, ordering you to stay. Oh God, this was not going to end well.

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-"I don't think you understand how a fucking team works (Codename)," he remarked, intensely staring at you from beneath the plastic barrier.

-You scoffed, "Ghost, I think I perfectly understand what a team does. Soap and I saved your ass when you needed us that's how--"

-"No, sweetheart, you don't understand. I don't give a shit about who saves who. Your job was to stay in your FUCKING POSITION until one of your superiors -- me -- told you otherwise!" he roared. Though lying in bed beneath you, you felt the room getting smaller. His presence was enough to suffocate you now, and his yelling made your throat dry and tight. Nevertheless, you argued, knowing you were right.

-"With all due respect, I am a part of this team and my job is to protect my teammates. If Soap needs help, I'm there already. Gaz? I'm right by his side. But if YOU need help, it's suddenly a crime to assist someone? You could have died! The mission would have gone to shit and every--"

-"SHUT YOUR MOUTH (Codename)! SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH NOW. You listen to your captain and your superiors from now on, as you should have. Price told you to remain in position and yet you had to move your ass and do something fucking heroic! I will have you cut from this team if you do not control yourself and follow the rules, (Codename), mark my fucking words. You do not get to make the rules. You do not get to disobey my commands. You do not get to play the hero because actions have fucking consequences, and you’re not apparently smart enough to understand that.”

-He stared ferociously at you, but slowly he became blurred. You couldn’t — wouldn’t — cry in front of him. That would only make things worse. You tried to be practical. You tried, but your superior yelling at you, the toxicity of the environment, the stress of the transfer, the fact that you weren’t fucking good enough despite everything you’d done — it was too much.

-“I’m sorry, Lieutenant. I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to do my job,” and then you walked, slowly enough to make sure he knew you were’t upset (though he read you like an open book), but fast enough to escape him.

-His yelling echoed through the room even after you left, and was the only sound left echoing after you shut the doors.

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-It was ridiculous how desperately the team tried to act normal following Ghost’s injury. For nearly a month, you went about training other recruits, helping to move equipment, working out, and doing everything to pretend that TF141 was whole even without Ghost.

-What a lie… even Graves had made comments about things were starting to go downhill. But everything that goes down must come up, right?

-Apparently. A month after the accident, you finally decided to talk to Ghost again. You were still upset over his words and actions, but he was right in a way (though it hurt you to admit it.) You had acted foolishly, but you’d do it again. Better to do that than see another person die.

-And you still felt guilty over getting the last word on him. Poor guy was bleeding out… maybe you should have been more sympathetic? Maybe you could make things right.

-So here you were, dressed in normal clothing, standing at the foot of his bed where you had fought with him merely 31 days ago.

-He just stared at you, dark eyes painting his hauntingly attractive mask (you never thought to consider how pretty his eyes were…), waiting for you to make the first move.

-“…Ghost…,” you began. You hadn’t used his codename in a month, only Lieutenant. “I… want to apologize for my actions. I was irrational and I could have gotten myself hurt too…. I’m sorry.”

-You watched him carefully, wanting to see just a flicker of emotion behind the mask. God, you wanted to tear it off his face and just SEE him.

-Ghost closed his eyes for a moment before shifting his weight forward and sitting up. “(Codename), I understand why you did what you did. I just need you to understand that it was not the right moment to do it. I’m sure you already know how fucked war is and how fucked soldiers are. I’m replaceable. I shouldn’t jeopardize the safety of the mission. We got the intel, but this can not happen again.”

-You nodded and your eyes met with an understanding forming between the two of you. Slowly, you pulled up a chair next to his bed and you began to speak about what had been going on as of late with the team.

-Of course, you mentioned Soap’s terrible jokes, Gaz’s midnight escapade that got him grounded for a week, and the one time you almost set the entire barracks kitchen on fire. Though you couldn’t see his face, you were sure he was smiling at your gestures and the little voices you made to mimic your teammates.

-He couldn’t lie… it was endearing. And he appreciated that you apologized, though he felt it was deserved. Truth be told, he didn’t know why HE apologized to you.

-Normally, it’d be radio silence from him. But… he liked you. He LIKED you. And he wanted you safe and on good terms.

-By dinner, you had to leave, bidding him farewell, and leaving the chair empty. He stared at it for a while after you left, thinking over your conversation and your past interactions. The way you’d fearlessly defended him, despite barely knowing him. You’d opened up to him, you’d protected him, and you CARED for him. Your recent actions were proof enough.

-For the first time in years, Simon Riley’s heart was truly warmed by the thought of someone caring for him. This wasn’t like something between him and Soap or him and Price. This was… different.

-Simon Riley thought for a long time, long after the lights had been turned off and the infirmary had gone quiet. He thought, he wondered, and he realized… he may be replaceable, but you, darling, weren’t.

-With that thought in his mind, Simon was calmed into sleep. Slowly, he drifted off into dreams where you were by his side again, witty, hopeful, and irreplaceable.

#yandere ghost #yandere cod #yandere call of duty #yandere simon riley #yandere ghost x reader

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