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infrunamie · 7 months
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“i wanna kiss your lips.”
“of course [name]!” his eyes close and lips pucker awaiting the kiss.
“the ones between your hips.”
“oh.”
the once bustling environment fell into a quiet bewilderment…
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eren, GOJO, GETO, ITADORI, haibara, izuku, HANGE, KAEYA, CHILDE, ARATAKI ITTO, venti, MISTA, GYRO, JOHNNY, GENJI, CASSIDY, 76, your faves.
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yandere-genji · 5 months
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Hi, big fan of your work!! Could you please do Yandere Genji or Cassidy snooping through their fem s/o's internet history to make sure she's been a good girl, only to discover she's been looking at all different kinds of sex toys?
tw: yandere, abuse reader is gender neutral
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💚 Genji
What sets Genji apart from other yanderes is his method of keeping his darling under control. Genji works from a distant. Sure, stalking goes without saying, but his motive runs deeper than simply watching his darling from afar. Since his time in Blackwatch, he’s worked in the shadows. Honed the ability to use himself as threat to subdue enemies. Because when you realize he’s made you a target, it’s already too late. 
So he might not be by your side commanding your every move, but he’ll be there. The unsettling wind at your back, the shuffling of footsteps somewhere in the distance, the displaced objects in your home. He might confront you face to face, depends on what he has planned for you. But by technicality, you’ll have your own space. 
But is it yours, really? Because you can’t relax when you have eyes on you. You’re hyper vigilant, all too aware of any vulnerability you might expose. Still, Genji doesn’t have time to keep watch on you at every second. He has business to attend to from time to time. So when you do have those moments alone, you’re quick to take advantage of them.
Unfortunately for you, Genji is always sure to check up on you when he returns from his duties. He has a few excuses for this, namely that he wants to make sure you’re doing alright, that you’re safe. It’s thinly veiled, though, when he rummages through your delicates, unlocks your laptop and searches your internet history. It was only a matter of time until he stumbled across your unsavory interests, but he can’t help the smile that creeps on his face at the victory of unveiling them. 
When you come home, the atmosphere is uneasy, an eerie shroud weighing heavy at your breast. Small things had been misplaced in ways that don’t make sense. You flick the lights on in your bedroom, and you’ve seen Genji before, but never so close and in such an intimate space. 
He approaches you and you’re too stunned to even move. He holds up his hand and turns over a particularly impressive toy you’d had your eyes on, though the sight of it now has you ill at ease. 
“This one caught your eye?” your face burns red as he examines the toy in his hand, “You’ve indulged me this much, I thought I might return the favor.”
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❤️‍🔥 Cassidy
If you’ve never had a helicopter parent, Cassidy is going to take a lot of adjusting too. He loves to baby you, always watching over your shoulder and keeping you on a tight leash. His trust is gained in drops and lost in buckets, so his vigilance all depends on your temperament. That being said, he is very generous in rewarding good behavior, the conditions of which involves varying degrees of eager submission. Just be a good baby, and you’ll have nothing to worry about. 
But it’s not the worry that gets to you. It’s the constant hovering, he’s by your side whenever he can be and watching your every move. You have to be his perfect little angel or he’ll be sure to correct you, and God does he take every chance he can get. The more you gain his trust, though, the more forgiving he will be. 
At first, he’ll shower you with little gifts like clothes or trinkets, he might even let you have some TV time. Then it’s trips to the park, picnic dates and even some restaurants, with the condition you never leave his side. Still, the outside exposure is dearly missed. And when he buys you a laptop, you wonder if it’s a test.
Despite his experience in a highly technical organization, Cassidy is completely oblivious to anything involving technology or computers. It was never a skill he had use for developing, his brute strength capable enough to render any other ability useless. So, he was handing the responsibility to you, trusting you wouldn’t betray him. 
And you didn’t, you were really good, especially when it was new and exciting. The little things were enough to satisfy you, watching YouTube videos, listening to your own music, or simply reading the news. It’d been so long since you had internet access. As time went by, you got a little bolder, messaging some friends and playing video games. But nothing could’ve prepared you for the urge you felt when Cassidy was sent out in a mission, leaving you all to yourself. 
When he was here, you had your fill of sexual attention. Honestly, you couldn’t get his hands off of you. Though it could be exhausting, it trained in you a need. Something you couldn’t quit cold turkey. And without Cassidy to satisfy that craving, you developed a terrible habit of browsing sex toys. 
And what a stupid habit it was, especially when Cassidy caught you red-handed on an early return. The way his smile beamed made you want to recoil into yourself, vanish right then and there. 
“Cassidy! I can explain!” your mind was already in the process of spinning some story, “There was this stupid pop-up ad, I didn’t mean to click it - actually I was clicking out of it, but the stupid track pad- Oh my gosh, I swear.”
You knew he was going to laugh, you were prepared for him to tease you, you knew it was going to happen. But the preparation wasn’t enough to shield your embarrassment. 
“Naughty thing, ain’t ya?” he purred, his lips curling in a wily grin. 
“Please don’t be mad at me,” you pleaded with big doe eyes you knew would melt him. 
“Oh, pumpkin,” he cupped your chin and circled a thumb over your lips, “Must’ve missed me bad. Let me take care of you.”
From then on, pandora’s box was open. Cassidy loves to see you embrace your sexual side, especially when he can take advantage of it. And your new interest is another opportunity to do just that. He’ll have you put 
 on display while he sits back and enjoys a nice cigar and cool glass of whiskey. 
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lieutenant76 · 9 months
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Jack…I’m sorry… you’re even my namesake. I SWEAR I DIDNT MEAN TO LEAVE YOU.
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yanderes-galore · 4 months
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Hello and happy birthday! I wanted to request romantic Mauga x healing Gn!reader.
Thank you and thank you! Here you go :) Me spilling more thoughts about the big man I love 💜
Genuinely hate that I'm the only one writing for him right now... I desire him.
Yandere! Mauga with Support/Medic! Darling
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Threats/Intimidation, Slight flirting, Isolation, Forced relationship, Suggestive line at the end.
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I have a feeling it's a similar thing to Baptiste.
Mauga's the Tank, you're the Support, you're meant to keep him alive.
By default I feel this would make you a Talon medic, similar to Baptiste.
Except... while Baptiste managed to escape from Talon... you're unable to.
Mostly due to Mauga as you later find out.
Maybe you're in a similar boat as Baptiste, you originally joined Talon to help people completely unaware of the real intentions of the organization.
It's just mercenary work... right?
That or you have your own reasons.
As a medic and support you naturally end up seeing Mauga often.
He isn't going to get far as heavy assault without back up.
For this concept let's say you, Baptiste, and Mauga are a group of comrades in Talon.
You often help Mauga during and after fights.
While Baptiste and Mauga are good friends, you may begin to notice Mauga feels something different to his second support friend.
When it comes to you Mauga seems awfully... interested.
When you have him take off his heavy armor to attend to wounds, he often makes suggestive comments as you touch his skin.
Mauga also begins to prefer you to work on him as a medic.
Baptiste does his job fine, great even, but Mauga likes you alone.
In his eyes, Mauga doesn't think you have the killer instinct Baptiste does.
You really are just meant to heal and support, a useful unit in Talon other than outright damage.
To Mauga that means you're perfect for one another... in combat and other means.
Mauga is normally comfortable around Baptiste, yet he finds himself twitching when you speak with the combat medic for too long.
The obsession would continue to grow as you go on missions.
Some times you step out on missions, instead being paid to attend to wounded at base.
Mauga ends up meeting up with you still just to chat.
Sometimes you even catch wounds on him... which is odd.
A man like him isn't clumsy, did he do this on purpose just to be given your medical attention?
You try to push such thoughts from your mind but you have a feeling something is off with how Mauga feels around you.
That only escalates as you learn the truth of Talon along with Baptiste.
Baptiste expresses wishes to leave, he hates killing innocents.
You agree, the pay is nice... but the job wears on you.
As a result you help Baptiste escape and things play out like they did in his lore.
Mauga lets him go, Baptiste goes into hiding, and you continue work.
You yourself want to leave the organization too.
The issue?
Well... Mauga knows.
The heavy assault soldier only has more excuses to stick around you now as Baptiste is gone.
Plus, he knows you helped Baptiste leave.
He knows you want to leave too...
You're lucky Mauga likes you... he could've turned you into the boss... or killed you.
Mauga no doubt isn't going to let you ditch Talon like Baptiste.
You're his medic now, you're meant to support him.
You and him will be a new duo... not a trio... partners.
Part of him is a bit happy Baptiste left.
He was getting really tired of sharing.
You yourself can tell Mauga's catching onto your thoughts.
He never likes to leave you alone.
He even gets more pushy on you being more than his medic.
He admits casual comments, some threatening, some more... personal.
Mauga's plan is to make you feel like you need him as partners.
If you still feel like you want to leave Talon... well, Mauga isn't going to let you just walk out like Baptiste.
If he has to corner you... intimidate you... all just to make you stay?
He feels he'll convince you.
Just as you try to put together plans to leave and start a new life... Mauga's here to remind you where you belong.
You'll be cornered in your office, the heavily armored man blocking you in.
His grin is wide but his eyes read danger.
You struggle to explain yourself, he probably doesn't believe you anyways.
"Planning to leave your partner all alone?"
His voice is low... threatening.
"Maybe you need a reminder that you belong here... with me."
You can't leave past him... he essentially blocks the door with his size.
A true mountain of a man...
You wish you left earlier... or never joined at all.
"Now, help me get this armor off, won't you, doc? I don't plan on needing it."
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yandereaffections · 1 year
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Overwatch Masterlist
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Jesse Mccree
Naga Jesse
Scary Movies + Male S/o
Werewolf Jesse
S/o always making him Food for when he returns 
Soft life HC
“Miss Honeys Escape Attempt” BEFORE
Male Dinner worker Teasing Mccree
Curvy S/o trying to lose weigh
“Miss Honey Escape Attempt” AFTER
S/o avoiding Jesse cause he shares the same name as their brother
Stalking a ex-MMA fighter
Animal Tamer S/o threatening Mccree with a Tiger
Attempting to poison Mccree
Stripper S/o
Harpy S/o broke her wing
Cuddly S/o
Tsundere Smol Chubby S/o
S/os got a fat ass
S/o with separation anxiety
Flustered Touch starved S/o
Gender neutral S/o not feeling good about their appearance  
S/o refusing to wear glasses cause they dont want to look at their captor
Sensitive s/o who crys alot
Dealing with S/os stalker
S/o trying to kill themselves with jesses gun when he threatens them
S/o whos good at the Knife game
Happy drunk S/o
Soft headcannons
Threatening jesse with his own gun
Cheering jesse up after a stressful day
Painting his weapon
S/o whos prone to accidents 
S/o screams “dad dont hurt me” when jesse attempts to kidnap them
Overwatch S/o who works with seduction and espionage 
claustrophobic s/o
Asking Jesse out on a date
Mermaid S/o
Confident s/o who gets flustered when they compliment them
Autistic S/o who stimms alot
Genji flirting with Mccrees S/o
Torture
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Hanzo Shimada
Finding out S/os Pregnant
Witnessing Genjis Murder
Healer S/o
Punk/Goth S/o
S/o getting a nosebleed from watching Hanzo workout
Too Pure for this world S/o
S/o who can Heal with a kiss
Naga Hanzo
S/o whos Protective of Naga Hanzo
Naga S/o
Someone else taking advantage and leaving S/o to die
Creep trying to look underneath S/os Skirt
‘Stupid’ S/p
Vampire Hanzo with a S/o who faints when bloods taken
S/o with Chaotic Energy
Vampire Hanzo w/ Vampire Hunter S/o
People pleaser S/o ends up hurting themselves
Expressing affection in other ways besides cuddling
Dragon S/o
Finding Drunk S/o in a casino
S/o wearing a Choker with his name on it
Yandere S/o coming up to his door covered in blood
S/o whos fine with Yandere Tendencies 
S/o uncomfortable around her family
S/o begging for Mcdonalds
Dragons HC
Attractive yet Oblivious S/o
Sneaky S/o Surprise hugging him
Comforting S/o after failing a test
S/o terrified from something theyve seen
Sneaky S/o Surprising him, ends up moaning
Stopping from S/os rival sabatoging their Ice Skating Preformance
S/os scared of bugs
S/o caring everyone but themselves 
Expert insulting s/o
S/o threatening to kill the man who stole their dog
Poly Han/Jess with a S/o who threatens those who try to court them 
touch starved hesitant S/o
Naga S/o saying “snakes dont have a gag reflex”
Captive S/o refusing to take medicine for their migraine 
Insomniac S/o having to cuddle hanzo to fall alseep
Goblin S/o
Comforting Hanzo after a bad day
S/o dressing as the opposite gender to trick people
Smol S/o who wants to be crushed by hanzo
S/o getting ready to fight cause they heard genji on the roof
Dragons biting hanzo when he tries to touch S/o
S/o whos pregnant with triplets 
Bodybuilder s/o
After sex cuddles 
S/o who already has a kid
S/o whos hazy with little to no sleep
Homeless S/o who making their living off of street performances 
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Genji Shimada
Scared S/o will get hurt during a mission
Pissed off S/o
Gore + Torture TW
Vampire Genji
Silly S/o who could Surprise gengi
S/o making a book all about their love for him
Crush falling asleep on his lap
Comforting S/o out of their previous relationship
S/os whos dramatic for attention
Sticking a dozen valentines stickers on his metal body
Blind S/o
Yokai S/o
Washed up Mermaid S/o
Curvy Confident S/o 
Getting a weapon maker S/o attention
Cute S/o who attracts bugs and scary animals
Sharpshooter s/o joining overwatch just to spend more time with genji
Unpredictable angry s/o
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Roadhog
Petite S/o
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Junkrat
Headcannons
Clingy S/o
Sick S/o
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Reaper
Werewolf Reaper
Werewolf + Vampire Hybrid Reaper
House wife S/o
Waitress Crush
Scary movies
Halloween Date
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Reinhardt
Headcannons
‘Big Dumbass Energy’ S/o
Werewolf S/o who turns out to transform into a puppy
Medic s/o
Overwatch receptionist S/o
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Widowmaker
Advancing towards a Enemy S/o
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Mercy
Spoiling S/o
Poly mercy/sombra w/ defiant s/o
Headcannons
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Moria
S/o that works with Moria
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Sombra
Poly mercy/sombra w/ defiant s/o 
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D.VA
Pro gamer crush taking her #1 spot
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Brigitte
Headcannons (female reader)
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Lucio
Headcannons
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Soldier 76
S/o wearing a lolita dress (male reader)
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Ana Amari
“Isn’t this better―you not fighting me for once?”
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Poly Mchanzo
Poly Han/Jess with a S/o who threatens those who try to court them 
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Jesse Mccree
Spanking S/o and having them wear lingerie 
S/o whos embarrassed cause theyre quick to cum 
Orgasm control & Mirror Kink w/ Male S/o 
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Hanzo
Getting handsy in a store out of jealousy NS FW-ish
Getting hanzo to wear lingerie 
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Briggit
Loving her muscles NS FW
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clownstooths · 7 months
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Could you do some general headcanons for yandere junkrat? How would he treat his s/o? How would the obsession begin? Ect.
I freaking love junkrat.... Junkrat is defiantly a very eccentric kind of guy, always basically bouncing off the walls with energy, and that reflects heavily in his obsessive tendencies.
CONTENT WARNING: Yandere themes, Itchy skin, Mentions of violence, Mentions of unintentionally inappropriate questions, kidnapping, creepy guy Junkrat
💥 At first, Junkrat is totally oblivious of his feelings towards you. Not understanding that the bubbly feeling in his chest and warm feeling that rest on his cheeks when he was around you was more than him cherishing your friendship.
💥 His whole puppy crush probably started when you showed even the smallest sliver of kindness towards him. Letting out a small laugh at one of his silly antics, complimenting his explosive ideas, or any other sort of nice act.
💥 After that, he just seems to always want to be around you. Telling you his next crazy idea, hoping you'll compliment him or laugh at one of his jokes again.
💥 He loves drawing you where ever he can, whether it be paper, walls, on his own blueprints, or even on his skin. He just loves the way your nose scrunches up at something when you dislike it, or when your eyes flutter shut when you're about to sneeze-- or-- he just loves the way your face looks!! but totally not in a kiss-kiss kind of way...
💥 It wasn't until he was ranting about you to Roadhog for the millionth time that he realized his feelings:
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"She just gets my blood pumpin', mate! An' today she was wearin' this outfit, I think I gotta ask 'er where she got it cause I just couldn't keep my eyes off 'er. But don't worry yer little head Roady, I'd never want any other partner that ain't you." The rat seemed to have completed his sentence, tinkering with something in front of him, until he started yapping once again. "Weeeell, I mean if she asked I don't think I'd have to heart to deny such a nice girlie, you know what I mean?" "Sounds like you like her a lot." Mako's gruff voice came from behind him, cutting Jamison off, the large man currently laying on his bed. "I sure do, mate! She's quite a treat that sheila is, shes found a way to worm herself in'ta my noggin'!" "Then why don't you ask her out." It sounded more like a statement than a question. "Ask 'er out? Oh nononono, my friend! I don't wanna-- KISS her...?" The Australian sounded unsure of himself. He has found himself staring at your lips for a long period of time, but not because he wants to kiss them...right?
Needless to say the realization exploded in his face like a incorrectly rigged bomb.
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💥 After that, Jamison is always just a bit scared to talk to you, his worse fear being rejection.
He's trying to drop "subtle hints" like:
"Geez, it'd be so weird if we kiss right now, huh? Haha, good thing we ain't kissing right now, huh?"
"Hypothetically, if someone....(me)....were to ask you out right now what would you say?"
"My hand is super cold, do'ya mind warming it up for me?" And then he hands you his prosthetic hand.
💥 To say he's clingy would be a severe under statement. You asked him once to give you a bit of space, and at first he agree, but not even two hours later he was clinging onto you (A bit awkwardly since he's so much taller than you) and crying for you to take him back and how much he missed you.
💥 Junkrat is always giving you gifts that reminds him of you (but he's always thinking of you so everything reminds him of you.)
💥 Most (all) of it stolen too. You mentioned liking a candy once? He's giving you bucket fulls of it. Weird has this cute stuffed animal that he found so happens to be your favorite...
💥 Sometimes he gives you pretty rocks he finds, or the shell of a landmine that he welded into the shape of a heart.
💥 He loves giving you some of the strangest nicknames, Cutie patootie, Heart bandit/thief, Princess (but says Princess in a very goofy way)
💥 He'd melt on the spot if you called him "Jamie" or some other silly nickname as well.
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💥 It started off innocently at first, it was almost endearing at times, but after awhile of you not accepting his (horrible) advances he starts become desperate. Jealously eating away at him like a parasite.
He starts forgetting to eat, to sleep, to even just take care of himself (not like he did much before). He's halted all progress on all projects, obsessively drawing you in his planning notebook.
💥 When he's not around you, his skin starts to feel itchy like he got bitten by millions of mutant fire ants. Junkrat starts scratching his skin so badly portions of his skin is a rash, bleeding, or both. (Mercy had to wrap his hands with bandages to get him to stop.)
💥 And when he is around you, he's incredibly too touchy, picking you up, twirling your hair between his fingers, putting his hand on your thigh.
💥 Also asks a lot of inappropriate questions, like what your undergarment size was, when was your last ovulation cycle, if you've ever been with another man, etc etc
(He means to harm in his creepy questions, he's just eager to know every little detail about you. He also heard that every good boyfriend should know these types of things.)
💥 If he sees another man getting even a bit too close to you he jumps on them like a rabid animal. In those multiple cases Roadhog has had to pry his small buddy off of the poor man.
He probably would've killed him if Roady didn't intervein. And he 100% would kill someone if you just asked him
💥Of course, he's still always sickeningly sweet towards you. Asking a million and one questions about you.
💥 God forbid if you ever tell him to stop acting the way he was or just stop talking to him all together. He doesn't understand what he did wrong! It seems like just yesterday you were giggling at his jokes, so what changed? Why don't you like him anymore?
💥 He's freaking out, pacing around his workshop, madly ranting to his best buddy Roadhog. Until he comes to the conclusion your just a shy thing, it's his fault for being so direct!
💥 Well don't worry you're pretty little head, Junkrat has the perfect plan!! (The plan is kidnapping you.)
💥 Of course, Roadhog helps him. He knows its the only way to shut him up, but a small part of the large man wants to see his friend happy, even if that means doing so in a immoral way.
💥 But don't worry! Junkrat has created a pretty pink room for you, cause all girls like pink and pretty things right? He doesn't understand why you seem so scared, don't cha know he's doing this because he loves you?
💥 It pains him with you kick and scream at him to get away from you, but after a long (mostly one sided) chat with his good ol' pal Roady he's come to the conclusion you just need time to adjust. This much be so much for a little shy and delicate shelia like yourself!
💥 Junkrat is very easy to gain the trust of, just a few nice words and he's already little you have free roam of the whole place. But if you're going to escape you better make it count because Junkrat might be absolutely infatuated with you but he's not an idiot.
💥 You're going on further lockdown until further notice.
(But not without the extensive crying session from Jamison sobbing how much he loves you and he's heartbroken you'd wanna leave him. He's holding you so tightly you can barely breathe.)
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asexual-abomination · 8 months
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How platonic yandere Overwatch characters react to you having a significant other Pt. 2
Hey sorry for the long wait, I tried to write Yan!Brother Hanzo and just couldn’t do it. I felt like I couldn’t move on without it, so this whole thing sat unworked on for ages. I realise I need to just get something out there, so I hope you enjoy what I did manage to put together :).
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YanMother!Widowmaker
Is this... disrespect?
She is, reasonably, pretty damn worried about you being outside
To keep up a facade of being the emotionless sniper Talon trained her to be, she has to keep her precious child under lock and key, lest they find you and use you against her
But her paranoia goes deeper than most
Absolutely ANY move that gives you any kind of presence in the outside world is unacceptable
Even just regular friends are off the table, you think you're getting away with a significant other?
Not under the spider's eyes
She takes it as disrespect to her abilities that you think you can sneak around behind her back, and disrespect to her authority as your mother that you would so stupidly disobey her rules
She's the kind to just... wait
If you've snuck out of the house, she'll linger around corners, giving you a death glare before disappearing the second you notice her
If you chase her, you'll find that she seems to disappear into thin air
Both you and your significant other will be convinced that you're going crazy, and eventually you'll hurry home thinking you might still not be caught
She'll be perched in her armchair, legs elegantly crossed, eyes focused on you with a frown
Depending on the time of day, she'll have a glass of red wine to swill around menacingly, both to alleviate her stress and assert her control
Before she even says anything, you feel the urge to hand over your phone to avoid her wrath
Quick and sharp, she tells you to go to your room, and you can't help but rush to it
There's the horrible click of your door being locked shut from the outside, as she sighs and tells you this is all your fault
Clearly giving you the run of the house was too much freedom for your little brain, she won't make that mistake again
She won't say anything else, and stalks off for a drink
You don't need to know that she killed your date the second you separated from them
Later that night, she'll return to you, coming into your room with your favourite food and a sad look
As much as Amelie can't stand the idea of you disobeying, she can't stand you being upset with her even more
"I'm so sorry, dear, but you must understand why I do what I do. Here, you're still grounded, but I just can't let you sit in here all sad. Just remember, mother knows best."
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YanMum!Junkerqueen
Ohh, ohohoho! OHOHOHO
You wanna date THE child of THE Junkerqueen?
You've certainly got guts!
She's the kind to slap your date on the back and pretend it's friendly, but fully intends on sending them to the floor
You're her BABY! Her Heir!
If anyone wants to do anything with you, they have to get through her
Another who can't stand the idea of you being upset with her, but unlike Amelie, she doesn't even have the spine to keep you under lock and key
She will always crumble to puppy eyes
Almost
But don't go thinking you're free to do whatever you please
Instead, she'll crack down on anyone she considers a threat
Junkertown is a lawless place... unless you're the queen herself
She can make up any crime she wants, and just send her loyal followers after them
In this way, she gets to be the hero who saved you from a horrible criminal who might have hurt you, but also completely absolved of any personal guilt in the situation
And she gets to comfort you about the loss! Win-Win!
Whatever you want on a silver platter, kid! Just forget ALL about any ideas of dating anyone at all!
(She takes any excuse to spoil to you, and what's better than some mother-child bonding time after a breakup?)
And if you see your old date, running around in the depths of Junkertown, doing odd and dangerous tasks with a scared look in their eye, then just ignore it sweety! They're doing... community service, y'know?
"Hey, whaddya think you're doing with MY kid? Ohh, you're daaating, huh? Well, you're gonna have to get through me!"
YanSis!Junkerqueen
Sure, but don't you dare leave Junkertown!
As a sister, she's more protective than possesive
So long as you stay within the walls of Junkertown, where she knows everything that goes on at all times, you can do whatever you want
She pays attention to everything that happens to you, but doesn't interfere as much as her motherly version would
It's all in the service of keeping you safe and happy, just as she always wanted
A significant other who makes you happy is just fine in her book
When you're happy, (and she can see it) she's happy
But the MOMENT your partner slips up in any way, she explodes
If they in any way imply that you might leave Junkertown, or just in general try to hide from her all-encompassing watch
She will pursue a traitor to the full extent of law
What's that line from that one weird old book she once read for you?
Off with their heads!
You can go and do whatever want with the protection of your Queen, but the mere implication of you actually LEAVING?
Unacceptable
But you won't suffer any consequences, that would go against everything she stands for
Instead, your partner faces the full brunt of her anger
She'll unintentionally guilt trip you about it as she tries to explain her side of it
"What don't you get? It's dangerous out there! And if they're gonna try and take you outside, where I can't protect you, then I'm gonna fucking kill 'em!"
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YanFather!Hanzo
It's not even a question of whether or not he'll accept it, it's a question of how far your new partner can run until they get an arrow in the back of their skull
There's no veil of tolerance or kindness, he will literally shoot them right in front of you when he realises what's going on
Unlike many of the others, he doesn't really care about you being happy at the end of it all
He thinks you should understand his reasoning without any explanation
Why can't you see that no one is worthy of you?
He'll kill your significant other in front of you and then send you to your room for complaining
You won’t get sympathy from him
When you break his rules, there are punishments and consequences
This is the natural order of things in his mind
How you could even get a significant other under his strict containment is beyond me tbh but it’s really never worth it
The second he finds out, they’re dead
It’s not even a matter of jealousy or protectiveness on his end
He’s a busy man, you probably don’t spend much time by his side anyway
It’s simply a matter of you obeying the rules
He was raised under incredibly harsh rules as the scion of the clan; he thinks he’s being very lenient with you
Death is no matter to him - and he’s willing for you to hate him
There’s no winning this for you or your poor partner
“Haven’t I already told you? There are consequences for your actions. Tch. If you don’t want to look at the body, you can go and mope in your room, ungrateful brat.”
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Hope you enjoyed!
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One shots ( ♡₊˚ = personal favorites) ✧˖ °
˙⊹French Invasion Tactics (Yandere Spy) ( ♡₊˚)
(Content Warnings: dubcon/coercion, Touch starved reader, yandere, hand kink, manipulation, possessive behavior, outdoor sex (graveyard sex), fingering, heresy/blasphemy, slightly rough, toxic relationship, AFAB reader, bad ending/angst)
˙⊹ Keep Your Friends Close (Heavy and Medic!Poly)
Content Warnings: AFAB reader, smut, three way, oral (female receiving), first time, size difference, slight intoxication, dubcon (nothing too intense, but for the sake of intoxication/slight coercion), heavymedic sandwich.
˙⊹ Look Ma No Hands! (Yandere Scout)
Content Warnings:  afab reader, dubcon, forced intimacy, oral (female receiving, scout is kinda weird about feet for a moment i guess?, biting, kidnapping, yandere, toxic relationship
˙⊹ Fingertips (Dark Medic)  ( ♡₊˚)
Content Warnings: Dark!Medic, HARD noncon, forced intimacy/orgasm, AFAB reader/ female gendered terms, misogyny kink, corruption, toxic relationship dynamic, possessive behavior, rough, virgin breaking, medical misogyny (and slight infantilization)
˙⊹ Safe and Sound (Yandere Spy)
Content Warnings: yandere, mind break, Stockholm Syndrome, servant/master dynamics, denial/edging, sexual massage, possessive behavior
˙⊹ John 1:9 (Yandere Medic)  ( ♡₊˚)
Content Warnings: Heirophilia, priest kink, guilt tripping, BLASPHEMY, yandere, mind break, blood, needles (Or whatever the hell you want to call the vita saw), abuse of power, handjob
˙⊹ Nuthin’ Personal (Dark Heavy, Engie and Sniper)  ( ♡₊˚)
Content warnings: noncon, three way, Dark!Characterization, humiliation, oral (male receiving), choking, knives, blood, punishment, double penetration, spit, groping, jarate used for SPITE, bad ending
˙⊹ S’nowhere to Go (Yandere Heavy)
Content Warnings: hurt/comfort, forced intimacy, dubcon, yandere, canon divergence, thigh ridding, unhealthy relationship, handjob
˙⊹ Cruelest (Classic Heavy)  ( ♡₊˚)
Content Warnings: Dubcon, abuse of power, oral (male and female receiving), size kink, shaming, edging, BAD ENDING, rough
˙⊹ Big Slugger Pt. I (Yandere Scout)
Content warnings: yandere, gunplay (obvi), blowjob, bloodplay (?), humiliation, noncon, B*stonian Male 
˙⊹ Big Slugger Pt.II (Yandere Scout)
Content Warnings:  dubcon, alcohol,  yandere, forced relationship gunplay, humiliation  
˙⊹ Laid to Rest (Yandere Spy)
Content Warnings: hurt/comfort, yandere, forced intimacy, depression, unhealthy relationship dynamics, angst
˙⊹ Call me Little Fraulein (Yandere Medic)
Content Warnings: Praise kink, voice kink, sensory deprivation, abuse of power, oral (female receiving), misuse of medical equipment
˙⊹ A Rainbow Named Pain (Yandere Pyro)
Content warnings: Noncon, yandere, rough, blood
˙⊹ A Wrench to Grind (Dark Engineer)  ( ♡₊˚)
Content Warnings: Noncon, mating press, misogyny (AFAB Reader), slapping, choking, rough, bad ending, Engie straight up uses reader's mouth as an ashtray...
˙⊹ Nocturnal Intrusion (Yandere Junkrat)
Content warnings: non-con, degradation, humiliation, rough play, break-in
Headcanons  ✧˖ °
˙⊹ Scout, Sniper and Scout as vampires with a vampire hunter Reader  ( ♡₊˚)
˙⊹ Demo, Engie, Heavy and Medic as vampires with a vampire hunter Reader  ( ♡₊˚)
˙⊹ Heavy getting lead on by Reader with a size kink
˙⊹ Scout, Soldier, Demo and Engie getting bootycalled while away from home on business
˙⊹ Yandere Mercs ranked most to least likely to try and babytrap their obsession
˙⊹ Yandere Medic NSFW Alphabet
˙⊹ Fearplay with Yandere Scout
˙⊹ Villian!Tenya Iida Headcanons
˙⊹ Caretaker Medic Headcanons  ( ♡₊˚)
˙⊹ Yandere Eddie Gluskin and William Afton pervert headcanons
˙⊹ Scout NSFW Alphabet
˙⊹ Emperor, Tower, Devil and Moon tarot card asks for Yandere Scout
˙⊹ Judgement and Death tarot card asks for Yandere Spy, Sniper and Engineer
˙⊹ Devil Tarot card ask for Yandere Medic
˙⊹ Fool, Hanged Man and Magician tarot card ask for Yandere Medic
˙⊹ Sun, Fool, Hierophant and Wheel of fortune tarot card ask for Demo
˙⊹ Hanged man, High priestess and the magician for yandere Administrator
˙⊹ Medic and Engie (separate) with an obsession who managed to run away  ( ♡₊˚)
˙⊹ Medic, Sniper and Spy with a kidnapped obsession who develops Stockholm syndrome  ( ♡₊˚)
˙⊹ Engie with a rival engineer reader  ( ♡₊˚)
˙⊹ The Shape, The Artist, The Clown, The Mastermind and The Doctor with somnophilia
˙⊹ Heavy Yandere Alphabet
˙⊹ Yandere Sniper NSFW Alphabet
˙⊹ The Doctor, the Wraith and the Deathslinger with an altruistic survivor
˙⊹ The Mastermind, the Oni and Huntress with an altruistic survivor
˙⊹ Yandere Engineer NSFW Alphabet
˙⊹ Yandere Merc’s love languages
˙⊹ Yandere Spy NSFW Alphabet
˙⊹ Medic yandere alphabet
Drabbles  ✧˖ °
˙⊹ Traveling Priest Engie drabble (credit to the OG concept of traveling priest engie to the most treasured and beloved @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered​ !!)
˙⊹ Emesis Blue Engie NSFW imagine (tw: implied noncon, breeding, revenge sex)
˙⊹ Cursed Yandere Administrator Drabbles (tw: drugging, noncon, modern day, red room)
˙⊹ The Monster Mash AU
˙⊹ Heavy, Demo, and Spy tucking you into bed
˙⊹ Sniper with a musically inclined s/o
˙⊹ Random noncon drabble
˙⊹ Random Yandere Spy Drabble
˙⊹ a few little tips for writing Spy
˙⊹ analyzing the “Corrupt Barging” trope
˙⊹ Drabble inspired by A Wrench to Grind
˙⊹ Horny rambling about yandere Medic and Engie
˙⊹ Sniper and Medic with cute aggression
Misc. Posts/Personal Favorite Non-writing Posts  ✧˖ °
˙⊹ My Freudian personality test results
˙⊹ How I think I could defeat the Mercs in battle
˙⊹ Live posting watching Emesis Blue
˙⊹ Eras on Tumblr I could give hour long TedTalks about
˙⊹ Ranking the Mercs from Ugliest to Hottest
˙⊹ Some AWESOME Yandere Engie fanart made by the talented and wise @officiallyai​
˙⊹ idk this post always makes me laugh for some reason
˙⊹ My top kinks
˙⊹ my BDSM test results
˙⊹Medic with Sharp Teeth
˙⊹ Satyr Demo
˙⊹ cringefail selfship art
˙⊹ the most BRUTAL anon i’ve ever gotten
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Yanderes Aizawa, Hanzo, McCree, and Toji like to pretend you don't know what your clit is for.
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I Ain't As Good As I Once Was
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“This is your pussy. This is your pretty little pussy. You might have touched her before, but I’ll teach you how to spoil her.”
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God, I love sad older men.
Content Warnings: forced cunnilingus (female receiving), overstimulation (female), c*mming in pants, fingering, kidnapping themes, self-flagellation (Hanzo), worship (Hanzo), dirty talk, mommy kink (Toji), implied gambling addiction, your implied age is -26 (Toji), Age gap, neglect on account of gambling addiction, breeding kink, pregnancy talk, (Toji) forced pregnancy? (Toji), dubious consent (Toji)
Not recommended for those under eighteen.
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You try and touch yourself to show that you know how to make yourself cum. You've been doing this for years.
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Aizawa
Aizawa swats your hand. No, no. You won't do it properly. You won't do it until you shake, cry, and run down your thighs. But he will. He won't overstimulate you if you don't want him to. He will work you through your orgasm, though. No matter how much you claw, beg, and squirm. You'd wanted to get off, and Aizawa will ensure you get every last bit out of this. He'll make sure you come in his mouth, make sure your cum slides down his chin. No matter how angry you are at yourself. No matter how hurt you feel. He can be tender—can make those thighs burn and those tits jiggle in a way you can't. "This is your clit, sweet girl. I'm gonna make it purr for you."
The last remains of his words drive into your ears as his mouth finds yours. The finger in your panties swept back and forth over the smooth, leathery skin of your clit the way a slow tide would swathe and flee a shoreline.
"Nn!" Fizzy pleasure bloomed in warm, scattered waves throughout your pelvis. You twitch forward the slightest amount, subtly humping yourself into a breathy, whining mess. "'s not a cat."
Aizawa draws a lazy circle around its sensitive edges, and your thoughts water.
"It can't—" Ah! "—caaan't purr." Your voice curled. It rose and wavered like a tilde symbol—building high and going all melted butter toward the end as you lurch into the wonderful crest of good he inspired. Your hips obeyed the spasms in your tummy and curled without decision or thought.
"It already is." It's practically vibrating. Singing.
"Can't you feel her purring?" Aizawa made the most agonizing, thigh-shuddering passes over your clit. You arch, arch (uhn, God!), arrrrrrrch into each one. Your clit is ringing, purring.
"Kitty's melting in my hand." She's really showing out for attention, wetting and trickling down his palm. Your small cravings are his responsibility, as were all your larger needs. He's your provider and caretaker. You rely on him for everything else, so why not this? When are you going to learn that Daddy does it better? He can satisfy them better than you ever could.
"Don't—don't call it that."
"But it purrs."
Oh! Oh, oh! It—it—oh, please, god, oh. He's using his nails, teeth, whatever he has. Aizawa sucks a bruise right into your neck. You shiver, squeal, and wriggle. How could a neck be this sensitive?
Aizawa doesn't budge. His heart thumps as you push at him, half-hearted. Enamored with any short amount of contact, Aizawa hums. You twist away from that, too, the sensation foreign on your skin. Aizawa takes a deep huff of your neck (your scent) and falls onto you like a dead weight. The new position traps his hand down the front of your panties and you underneath him.
"If it purrs, then it's a kitty. This cute kitty makes you a queen. And a purring queen means it's time for a litter." He's still working on you—working your clit and mons. You're soaking. You're hot. You arch into his hands, desperate, nearly out of your mind.
"Why do you have to be such a kinky bastard?"
"Because you like it." His stubble scrapes against your neck. Aizawa does it often, notably during 'quiet moments,' so you'll familiarize the sensation with safety.
Or so you suspect.
The brambly term of affection came often, but from what you gathered, it reserved itself for special occasions (you're convinced he stole it from his cats). When cramps left you withered and spent, Aizawa lifted you from the lonely little corner you'd carved for yourself underneath the kotatsu and reoriented you onto his lap for something to lean on—something to wring your grief into, should you need it. Shouta said he could take it—that he wouldn't mind—and had the scars to prove it, namely, the one beneath his eye. It was hard to argue in the face of something so tangible. Yet, it left a sour feeling of worms in your gut.
You're in pain. You don't want to be pain for someone else. You don't want to hurt him—he's never hurt you.
Just because he can doesn't mean he should.
He's pushing you forward, wanting you on your knees. "Because it gets your kitty panting."
It vibrated.
"W-who said I liked it?" Your tummy tremors and sweats as his fingers trace those hidden valleys.
"She did." Aizawa dove in for a quick, lascivious kiss. "She purred so sweetly." He lapped at your clit, hot and moist and delicious. "It must be love."
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Calls your vagina 'kitty.'
He talks to it (which perturbs and delights you to no end). Cum for me, kitty. Isn't Daddy treating you nicely?
You know in your soul you aren't the 'kitty' he's referring to. Aizawa only called you kitty when you were topping. He had a habit of going into a deep mantra whenever you did. "Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty..." Aizawa sighed under his breath, sometimes moaned, and others thinly whined as you rode him and as he watched through sexed eyes progressively getting lower and lower until they would eventually close. He'd seize shortly after. And if you didn't stop, Aizawa gasped it (half-heartedly attempting to shuffle out from under you, gently pushing at your coasting thighs with jittery palms. Outside of that, you were 'kitten.'
When she obeys, Aizawa gives her kisses and licks—so many that you'd stammer and beg him to stop. He attacks with fervor, and with your weak-kneed body, he pins you there, grunts, and gives you mouthfuls of his tongue, which leads you to beg, this time more openly.
Aizawa repeatedly kissed the top of your vulva, where your clit lay beyond its folds. Such an obedient kitty. —kiss— Such a perfect darling. So good. —kiss— So perfect.
He doesn't torture you for too long. Aizawa (generally) won't overstimulate you unless you want him to. He'll even apologize. He just had to give his kitty her due.
The guiltiest (second to Toji) in pretending you're too naive and innocent to know what your clit is for, let alone how to use it. He'll smack your hand away (reawakening memories of your father swatting your chubby little hands when they had something they shouldn't).
You can insist you know what you're doing, and he'll insist you don't.
"Feel these?" You touch your outer labia. Aizawa's hand is over yours, guiding it. "These are your pretty lips." Gummy, soft, and perfect for his teeth. He'd use them for pillows if you'd let him. You wouldn't, though. There's no way Aizawa could get close enough to smell you without getting a taste.
"They'd look prettier curing my insomnia." In other words, he's telling you to ride him until he passes out, or rather, throwing out an invitation. Your lips have erased his dry eye and lifted his depression. Simply gorgeous.
"How would I..." How could your vaginal lips cure someone's depression?
"Simple," He's against your ear. His hair gave you shivers as it fanned your neck. "You sit on my face," Together, your hands rode parted lips. They kneaded love into your skin that settled in your ovaries. "and rut." Your hips went forward with a gasp, unexpected and on cue. No matter the situation, Aizawa never failed to sound like a college professor three years away from retirement. He speaks to you as he would his colleagues and students. There is no bedroom voice, growl, or husk other than his natural warmth—warmth that made you swallow from the very lips he made you touch. Made you restless on his lap.
"If you knead them gently," he says, "they'll make you feel nice." Your knees knock when Aizawa focuses on the entrance hidden in your labia, circling it. "But not as nice as this," Aizawa pats your pussy, sending ripples through your body.
Slap!
Something liquid-warm fires across your hipbones, following a path up your spine, reminding you of when Aizawa kissed you. You call his name in a panic. What is this, and why is it delicious? Unadulterated joy tore through you like a storm in Texas-May. It stole your tongue, and the thoughts it couldn't finish—stole the bones from your body. The ache reverberating in your core was a flash-bang replacing everything but Shouta's name with bright white. It rang like a bell from the ovaries out, telling the rest of your body it was in love. It scares you. "Shouta—"
Slap!
"You're alright, pretty. You're going to be a big girl and cum, that's all."
Slap!
Oh, God.
"Intense, isn't it?" His chin sits in the crook of your neck. Aizawa watched you stutter after his hand and gently convulse.
Slap!
Your body hums like a Ford Mustang at a stop light. It lurched into each tap—tipping over the crosswalk markings in the concrete, eager and desperate for him to take you over the edge. Nervous foot on the petal, it waited for green.
"Come on, pretty girl. Almost there."
Slap!
Your thighs snap shut. Pleasure so soft and sweet spreads throughout your body. The ache becomes ecstasy, and the guilt becomes glee. It swells and sways like storm clouds in New Orleans, easily hitting your lungs and filling you with the finest summer rain.
Did you think for a second Aizawa wouldn't praise you? "Yes, kitten. Yes, kitty." He's agreeing with all your sobbed gibberish, rubbing you out because he knows you won't. His finger is hard on your clit when you buck and shimmy to escape the rush—the pleasure that won't stop knocking. Again, he won't take you past what you can handle, but you're riding that coaster to the end: no stops or pauses. You're getting every single clench, every tooth-chattering, leg-shaking, hip-raising flood of absolute 'God, yes,' that follows.
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Aizawa was a decent man—was. It's wrong. It goes against every code, the oath he'd taken with the acceptance of his license. He made excuses for the inexcusable. Every day he went out and fought for freedom while ignoring yours. Swift on his legs when avenging the cries of the innocent, Shouta let yours fall on deaf ears.
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Hanzo
Hnng. But forced cunnilingus. Dubcon, only because you're overstimulated, and Hanzo is stubborn. If you haven't squirted, he hasn't done his job. He had his pride as a man to uphold.
Hanzo raises your hand to his lips. He kisses it, clasps it, and restrains it to the bed. "Let me tend to you. So long as you warm my bed, you won't lift a finger." He kissed your neck and collarbone. "Not for your pleasure," Hanzo gently spread your labia. "Not for mine. This time it is for you, my queen."
A shiver runs down your spine. Your mind fills itself with visions of Hanzo taking you. He never has—claimed he could never 'defile' you. That didn't stop him from fingering your clit, drawing you to orgasm, or turning you into a mess of nerve endings.
"You are divine." You're a gift from the gods. Hanzo prayed they would keep him from succumbing to temptation, but it was useless. He had never been able to resist a challenge, and this time would be no different. His prayers didn't stop his cock from sliding against his expensive sheets, wishing it were your body his seed had coated, giving the legacy he'd spent a lifetime chasing.
His queen enjoyed testing him, denying him his duty as a husband. Why trouble yourself with matters such as these when he is so capable? He had solved many puzzles and navigated treacherous waters with ease, yet she seemed to think his skills were limited to a bow and arrow. Do you truly believe he cannot satisfy your needs?
Hanzo fondled your clitoris. "This is a husband's duty."
He moved down between your thighs.
"This is a wife's duty." He said as you whimpered. "To moan as a man pleasures you. To lie back and know your body is in his hands. To take your pleasure and offer your own." His tongue found you. You writhed against the bed, unable to stop your body's rhythm from matching his tongue's motions.
"Allow me." Hanzo touched your clit the way you'd tried to, his tongue deep in your core.
You wouldn't know the first thing about settling your body's aches. That was Hanzo's business. Your hands need only grab onto his hair when it all becomes too much for you.
Hanzo is skilled with a tongue, with a cock, with a razor-edged sword.
"Let me tend to what is mine."
Hanzo kisses your thighs, thighs that a man has never kissed. Thighs that tremble and shake so terribly you fear for your health. You can't breathe. Your heart is pounding, and you feel your mind slipping away. Colors bleed into the corner of your vision, static and buzzing like an old TV.
But Hanzo keeps kissing, licking. Your thoughts slur, and your tongue is no better.
'an...H-han.. c'n.. cn't... Your eyes roll—your back arches. Tears run into your hairline; Hanzo tightens his grip on your hand as your other one blindly scrabbles at his bedsheets. "H-han! Z-z—Oh, my God..." A wash of electricity ravaged your body. Pleasure so raw and sweet your voice croaks out hoarsely, love pouring from your lips in a flood of passionate syllables.
His grasp remains firm as you jerk into his waiting tongue. You try not to. You try and fight your body's natural curl toward the very thing bathing it in pleasure—foolish woman. Hanzo tongued harder and doubled his hold to keep you pinned throughout your cries and gurgles.
Cry for me, my Goddess, my queen, so I may worship you harder. Seek my hand if you are overwhelmed. Cling to me. I promise to be your source of strength and comfort. Security is the least of a husband's duties. Make me strive for the breath of freedom, then deny it to me all at once. Show me with cries that I am worthy, yet prove with the heat in your thighs that I am nothing.
Unable to praise you to the extent he'd like, Hanzo returned your moans from deep between your clenched thighs. He licks harder and faster, and he just isn't stopping. You deserve all this and more—to drown in your own wet and swallow hard enough to see heaven.
So beautiful. —Lick— So generous to me, my queen.
Your body is a waterfall that Hanzo would happily kneel underneath. Hanzo was no Buddhist, but he believed you could purify his wretched soul. In you, he'd find redemption. Your heat could make a blind man see. Surely, it could cleanse the stain of his past.
No matter how many passes his tongue made, you had more to give.
You scratch his sheets, and Hanzo has never been so jealous. The skin of his back tingles at the mere thought of hovering above you, thrusting into you - warm, soft, and perfect as you carve into his back and warm his ear with your crying breaths.
You can feel your breath swelling, becoming a low chant of pleasure as Hanzo continues to lap at the valley between your hips. Hanzo rewards your pussy for each hungry gulp as it comes and comes and comes by flicking his tongue over its pounding entrance. Wildly twitching, it swallowed deep and hungry—a trail of wet escaped. Hanzo licked that too.
"Can't… Hanzo, can't…." You reach out desperately for the headboard, using the bed covers to help propel you forward. When this failed, you mustered all of your strength and used your core to drive yourself forward, shoving his head with a surprising force. With each attempt, you inched closer and closer toward freedom.
His hand grabs at your waist, pulling you towards him as he licks and sucks. You can feel yourself trembling on the edge of something big—an adventure you aren't ready to take.
Hanzo watches you above your knees; he looks you in the eyes as you gasp and wheeze. You plead, and the archer licks your outer lips. Hanzo sucks your clit, hums. Your words gargle in the back of your throat.
The hand in his hair turns into a fist. Hanzo moaned.
At some point, he mumbled in your folds, snippets of "goddess" and "queen" as his hips repeatedly struck the mattress. The groans he's making have your ovaries flushing, your cunt fluttering. Hanzo's panting by the end, but he doesn't stop licking.
Hanzo, for all his dignity and grace, wants you to put him on his knees. Make him work and beg for air. Then, smother him.
Can you imagine Hanzo pinning you to the bed, claiming he's wronged you and needs to atone? You can scream that you forgive him, that it's unnecessary, but he won't accept it. What good is forgiveness if he doesn't earn it?
Or, he goes down on you before every Overwatch mission to "strengthen his mind and body" to better prepare.
"H-Hanzo. Why—" You bit your finger to keep from moaning (squirming). You don't need any bruises. Your hips still bear the thick shape of his fingers.
"Why not just—ah!—just train more?"
"You are the only meditation I need."
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Hanzo’s bed once filled itself with women from all walks of Asia. Sojiro filled his bed with women from all walks of Asia. Differing accents, differing traditions. Same economic status. None of them would have been good enough for his father. The thirst for an heir may not have originally been his own, but the need still burned beneath his painted skin. The dragons grew restless, for Hanzo’s desire was their own. The dragon lord had never truly given up on his future children.
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Unconsciously plays into your worship kink
Step on him
Physically a virgin, spiritually a whore
Not inexperienced, per se. The terms by which Hanzo lost his virtue weren't his own, so Hanzo ignored them.
Vanilla in theory and theory alone. Missionary, no anal. Ever. But he'd clean his spend from your 'temple' (inside and out) in gratitude and penance. First, for deeming him worthy of such a privilege. Second, for dirtying you and finishing without your consent.
He's kneeled at your feet, kissing them and offering his sacrifice.
It's all amusement and spectacle until he asks what punishment you deem suitable for his transgression.
Is he serious? You came three times in the last forty minutes.
You should be at his feet. You could never cum like that on your own.
Hanzo decides for you
You're shuffling off the bed when he reaches for his bow
He expects you to use honorifics after his name. You are his wife, and he is your husband. You must address him with respect.
Call him 'lord Hanzo' in jest, and the archer closes in on himself. Memories of a life he'd long abandoned close in on all sides. He kindly asks that you don't tease him in such ways. You know nothing of his past. Hanzo doesn't blame you for his reaction to your words; you only meant to play with him, as a wife should. Humor, and not ridicule. (Not that he thought himself undeserving of it. If a divine creature decided he needed humbling, who was he to feel any different?
Hanzo shies from titles that place him above you, "master, King, God, etc."
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Jesse McCree
"Now," Jesse stood with his hands resting on his belt, the light from its buckle glinting off into your eyes and reflecting the terror you felt. His hips tilt to one side as he observes you silently. "Why doncha tell me again what you were hopin' to accomplish with them tiny little hands o' yours."
Panic flashed in your eyes because Jesse widened his stance and raised his hands.
You still scramble further up the bed.
"Nah, ya ain't in trouble," Jesse said as he removed his hat and tossed it on the side of your dresser. Always mindful of Ma's etiquette lessons, Jesse knew better than to enter a lady's room wearing his hat. Was impolite. You don't enter a lady's room 'less you come naked. "Pity she didn't teach me to knock," he added with a smile.
Confusion twisted your features. Jesse often said things that you weren't sure how to interpret.
His slow smile told you he was a man looking out after his own. It made your heart beat faster. He wasn't here to hurt you.
"Just show Uncle Jesse what you were up to 'fore I came in." He moved closer, the bed frame squeaking beneath his boots. "Lemme see what you got," he said. Jesse reached out, and you flinched.
But his hands only brushed a finger across your cheek, pushing away a strand of hair. "Ya got somethin' special in those hands," he said gently as his fingers pressed against your skin.
You become aware of the hands covering your modesty. You glance at your bare thighs out of habit when Jesse references the heat between them.
"Come on now, don't get all bashful," He said before you could try to hide under the blankets. You had a way of scurrying off like a little mole whenever he teased you too much. Shy, sweet, and gentle. He could eat you up for days.
"Show me how ya touch 'er when you're all alone."
You pull your cami over your thighs to deter those mocha-brown eyes. Jesse raised a brow that was just as dark. "Ya ain't got nothin' to hide, girl. I already seen it all." He said. Good-natured, southern charm oozed from his every sentence. Yet, you still felt like you were standing in the principal's office and caught doing something wrong.
But Jesse smiled as though what he said was meant to make you feel better. He leaned down, kissing your forehead as if it were the world's most natural thing.
"I'm… I'm loud.." Your knees draw together.
His smile was lopsided. "Good thing all the gunfire and explosions drown out hearing." He said, referencing the hearing aids he wore in his ears.
Did you think a little thing like that would ever be a problem? Bless your sweet little heart.
You weren't sure what to say. 'I'm sorry?' Would he think you're pitying him?
But he just let out a chuckle and shook his head. "Don't sweat it, sugar." A large palm ruffled your hair affectionately. "Now, why don't you show Uncle Jess what you were playin' with?" He asked again, his voice a little more playful this time.
"You..you really can't hear?" You fidgeted with the hem of your cami, not wanting to make eye contact.
His grin widened, "Not a thing." Jessie lied. "I'll even take 'em out if ya want." He started to take off his hearing aids, but you stopped him.
"No, no! That's... That's not necessary." You said quickly.
"Well, alright then." He said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"How's 'bout you let this old cowboy have that weapon yer holdin'?"
Weapon?
"Oh, she's lethal." Jesse winced playfully. "One could take out a man if it's aimed properly."
"She?" You asked, curious.
Jesse held back the brunt of his laughter. "Yer pussy, sugar. It's a she."
Your expression has him losing his composure. He had the courtesy to turn away and chuckle. The insult on your face had him in stitches.
"Well, shoot." He said after a while, finally managing to compose himself. "I ain't mean to make no fun of ya. Just thought you'd like to know your kitty got a name."
Your body ran hot, and your heart thumped against your chest. You can't believe how Jesse made you feel with just a few words and one little joke. You could see the mischievous glint in his eyes and knew he would make you squirm again.
"Respectfully, I'm gonna need to see those hands of yours." He said, that same southern gentleness in his voice like before.
Jesse whistled as your hands lifted, low and appreciative.
"I'll be damned..." You're sweet enough to top his apple pie. If he had it, Jesse would've held his hat to his chest; those thighs could carry him through the Arizona desert.
"You can take my breath away any day," Jesse said with a grin. He drank those thighs ten times over before they'd self-consciously shut. He was drunk on you as he was on moonshine.
"Hands back on your holster. Show me how you use it."
With his boot planted firmly on the mattress, brown eyes staring you down, you touched yourself. You'd jumped at the first brush of a hesitant finger against the peach fuzz clothing your mons—prickly and on its way to growing—cold fingers startling skin that hardly ever felt a temperature change. You've never been more thankful for those stubborn hairs that always grew back despite your best efforts. It offered a level of decency—privacy—during a private act made public. You map your vulva, getting a feel for it. Your legs spread as you become more comfortable with the movements and sensations that kiss you nightly when the house is sleep—as comfortable as you could be with a man like Jesse McCree looming over you.
You were very aware of him—his presence, his smell. You could feel him in your veins as you touched yourself, and he watched. He dared not move a muscle lest it scared you off.
The situation might be foreign, but the sweetness in your abdomen isn't. The toe-curling warmth made you want to rock and hum into its beautiful calm. It took the stress out of a very stressful situation. How odd to find yourself tense in the middle of your go-to stress relief.
You moved with clinical precision, not for pleasure but to show Jesse you weren't helpless. You felt like the Tin Man—joints stiff, robotic, and locking together when thoughts of what you were doing and in front of whom caught up to you. The need to defend yourself from any infantilism oiled them and kept them going. Your breath gets heavier as the pleasure builds inside of you, regardless.
Could you even cum like this?
Doubtful.
There wasn't anything too exciting about tracing up and down your lips, still wet from the 'exercise,' Jesse interrupted. Your clit still pulsed despite cologne tickling your nose like spice (or maybe because of it).
He was so close.
With the scent of tobacco and leather on his clothes, Jesse Mccree had your undivided attention. You can't look at him, but the thought of staring into those deep brown eyes while you circled your clit and cried the prettiest you could make you swallow down below. Your clit throbs, and you massage it before you can stop yourself. You play with the hood, fragile and unsure. It isn't enough, but you don't want to appear indecent. God, if only you could throw open your legs and—
"That ain't how ya do it. Touchin' 'er like that, bet you don't even know what she's called."
Of course, you do. It's a vagina. Not a 'her,' not a 'she.' You told him so.
"Aw, now. You'll hurt 'er feelings. Tell me what you call 'er, darl.'"
"It… it's my vagina." You emphasize the word 'it.'
Jesse shook his head. Shoulda knew you'd call 'er somethin' dull and childish.
"Move aside, sugar." Jesse motioned for you to stand. A cigarillo was all that was needed to complete the toothy grin as he sat, cybernetic hand hitting his thigh. "Come sit on Papa's lap. He's gon' show ya what she's for. How to touch 'er."
You stood uncertain before him, blanket held to your sex. The red fabric pooled between your legs and onto the floor.
"I don't bite, sugar." He said. It's the softest you'd ever heard him.
Your lips thin to a pensive line.
This is a bad idea. But the prospect of this man sipping you like he did his whiskey was thrilling.
You look past him toward his hat on the dresser, and the blanket drops. So do Jesse's eyes. But that grin? It stretches to something boyish, handsome, and white. He savors, just as you'd hoped; he savored himself so fully your legs ache to cross over each other. He's fixated on your vagina. You hope he can't see it swallow.
"This is your little pussy." Jesse spread you open with two fingers. You squirm on his thick thighs. He's mountainous and warm against your back; you hardly cover two-thirds of his broad chest. He must spray cologne directly on it. Woodsy Pine and Old Spice took you to a campfire with marshmallows and Southern folklore. You don't think about the chestnut hairs peeking out of his flannel. You can't. You'll die.
"This is your pretty little pussy." He rubbed your fatty, wet lips with four fingers—rough and widened in a V-shape.
Your vag—your pussy clenches, tingly.
"You may have touched 'er before," He swiped your clit side-to-side, hitting nerve endings that had you bucking on his tan, human finger. "but I'll teach you how to spoil 'er." He dipped one deep inside.
"And fill 'er up."
Your cries are as helpless as your hips as they help him fuck your pussy open. He stretches her so good you can't recall when you began referring to her as a she. You fuck yourself on his fingers until pleasure gushes from your cunt.
An involuntary gasp escapes your lips as he collects his first load in his fingers. You're there.
"You wanna cum, and I can make it happen, sugar." Jesse held you as you shook. Robotic arm slung over your waist, he let you use his finger to draw out your end. He pumped into you occasionally—lazy and matching your weakening thrusts.
"Ain't nothin' wrong with bein' greedy. Uncle Jesse will let ya have seconds if ya want 'em."
You just keep goin', doncha? You're a lil fighter—pushin' those shuddery hips forward even as you gasp and choke.
Ya weren't lyin'. Yer loud. Not in a cutesy way, either. You're raw, unapologetic.
Jesse loves it.
Nothin' worse than a woman who does all that dainty shit.
You cried so long and hard your voice tapered into a husk.
"These fingers were made for women. Made for touchin' 'em." Any internalized shame blew in the wind when Jesse used his thumb to swipe your sensitive clit. You groan like a cavewoman. Guttural, primal.
"Made for makin' 'em come. You gonna come for me again?"
You're already trembling, unable to get your tongue working as you tighten on his fingers.
"There ya go, sugar. Cum like I'm gettin' it in. Goin' six inches deep and cummin' hard on 'er lips." Jesse pumped his fingers deep again as you began panting, panicking—he was insistent on getting you off—a knot of orgasm tightened in your waist until you snapped like a whip against your backside and seized.
"Ain't nothing wrong with cryin'."
You can't stop shaking. Crying. Tears fall off your chin, and you don't know where they came from. At this moment, you're a helpless baby—wailing and hoping he understands. You need him to fuck the soul from your body. You need him to stop.
"I've got somethin' of a confession," Mccree said, his drawl thickening with each syllable. The thumb on your clit sent his words through one ear and out the other. He's knuckle-deep in your cunt and seated near your pleasure spot as he slowly curls into it. You curl with him, hot and whining.
"I may be aurally challenged, but I can still hear you, sugar." You're drooling in every figurative sense—mentally and emotionally sloshed from the pump of his heavy fingers. "Every time you whisper my name at night." He said, his tone low and warm.
Your thighs clamp around his hand.
Fiery shame swept like lava and left coals on your chest, leaving you with prickly, uncomfortable goosebumps.
Oh, now we can't have that.
You've stopped chasing his hand, chasin' that release you'd wanted so bad.
A gentleman, Jesse puts in enough work for both of you. If you aren't meetin' him, he'll have to try that much harder, won't 'e?
God, what would your family think? They'd shun you. Getting off to thoughts of your captor's big, impossibly wide hands instead of biting them.
This needs to stop.
Oh, but you can't. You're grinding on his finger again, helpless to stop. It's so good. It's too fucking good.
"That's it. Get it, sugar." Jesse starts flying in and out of your thighs. Something coughs from your throat like a drowned victim spitting up water. You grab his wrist for stability and don't make it halfway around.
"That's what I like to fuckin' see," Jesse growled.
Fuck it. You'd let him pull your panties aside and cream your pussy right there on your bed with your family in the doorway for them to see every desperate clench it made, each spasm in the base of his cock as it emptied inside their precious daughter, sister, and loved one. They could watch the conception of their grandchild and niece/nephew for all you care.
"Jesse! Oh god. Feels good!"
"Sounds even better up close." Mccree chuckled. Breathy, strained. As if it'd come through gritted teeth. His cock pressed into your ass—hard and hot. He made no attempts to relieve it.
"You come to Uncle Jesse when your pussy needs some lovin', ya hear?"
He pulled out, leaving you so, so empty.
You quickly nodded. No, no. Please put it back! He'd stopped touching your clit.
Jesse doesn't leave you empty much longer now that he has an answer. "You let ol' Jess handle it. I'll give the lil lady what she wants."
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You're too damn polite. Callin' 'im 'sir.' He ain't no 'sir.' Jesse would tell you to stop if he ain't like it so much.
He pretends to hate it, gives you grief about it, but let you come 'round askin' for somethin'. Jesse stops you mid-sentence and tells you to call 'im that thing he likes.
"Come on, honey. You'll make me feel old."
Your name might as well be 'pretty.'
"C'mere, pretty. Wanna show ya somethin' real quick."
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Toji Fushiguro
It's one of those days.
Toji stood in your doorway, an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth. He had a can of beer in his left hand and a race ticket in the other. You should be happy to see him. There's no milk, and your stomach could grow teeth and devour. Your heart drops instead. The paper had as many wrinkles as a white shirt straight from the dryer. Crumpled, meaning he'd lost. The one Toji wore was stretched and spent. He hadn't come home last night. A sour odor of alcohol told you why. Toji celebrated his losing streaks with bottles of sake at the bar. Usually, he'd be out looking for a job to 'make up what he lost,' as he'd always promised.
The hunt must've been unsuccessful if he had been back so soon.
Toji was bitter before he'd even come in the door. Catching you with your fingers in your pajama pants put him over the edge.
"What ya doin' touchin' what's mine?"
Toji scoffed when you continued giving him that owlish stare.
"Y'think I'm good for nothin', dont'cha." His posture remains loose and bored, his tone detached. The slip crinkled in his balled fist.
This isn't going to end well.
"Of course no—"
"You ain't gotta lie, Seven."
Toji was more superstitious than met the eye. He set you up in his home like a Maneki-Neko for good luck and fortune, laughable.
You aren't lucky. Trouble raced after you like tin cans on an exhaust pipe, with your situation to prove it.
Trouble stepped further into your room—swept across your floor like tumbleweed, kicking the ground with every slow, drunken step. Trouble knelt on your bed, knocked your plushies off to the side, and snatched your arm when you scurried.
"Y'think I'm a deadbeat." Trouble pulled you under him and ripped your pajamas off your hurling legs. His triceps bulged beneath his tee as his hips rolled into your cunt, wet and bare. He held you still to take each stubborn, mouth-watering rut. "Think I can't take care of ya anymore."
Toji's still beating the headboard into the wall as you quake around his thighs. Frantic hands tear at his upper back, tugging his shirt for him to go harder despite the worrying cracks and splinters of wood.
"'m gon' prove you wrong." Toji put his weight on his elbows and fucked you like he meant it. He'd buck forward and knock your eyes to your skull.
'God, yes,' is all you can think as he presses you into the mattress and shoves into you until you can't get air. 'More, more, more.'
"Gonna make you cum so hard you wet yourself," he growled in your ear. "Gonna make you scream and cry." And he did.
"Oh God, Toji!"
Toji rabbits at the first sign of tears. "I'm gonna fuck you right to hell."'
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God, oh—uhn!"
Spleck!
Your thighs squeeze and judder into his cock. Wetness dribbles past your lips regardless of how tightly you clench your legs. You cum hard—the spasms in your cunt deep and violent. So fucking slutty and messy.
"God!" The word tore from your throat in a ragged sob. Feral. Hysterical.
There's no way you should clamp this fiercely. It's been so long Toji let you tighten up. He needed to stretch you back out. This pussy should be loose and sticky always. A constant fullness to fill the pangs and help you forget your troubles.
You wanna be fucked.
You wanna be bred.
"A little girl like you don't know what you're doin'." Toji got between your thighs and licked you from slick perineum to juicy clit.
"Says you." In your head, you're pushing his face deeper into your sex, hand in his hair as you grind on his tongue. 'Show me, baby; show me. Show me what I'm too stupid to do.'
Toji eats you alive.
His fingers brush up your bum while he tongues you into orgasm. Toji piles your juices on his fingers and licks them clean, again and again.
"Lookit how excited she gets." Toji rests on his knees. The crotch of his sweatpants is a darker shade of black and damp from your sex.
"She can't quit talkin'." Spasming, spitting, and wetting.
His cock is visible, sitting on his lower left thigh, right above his knee. A footpath of the same dark shade runs down his left pant leg.
Did he cum? Did he cum just from eating you out? Was that fat, ruddy cockhead drooling over the very hint of your sex when he'd rutted against you before?
There's something so primal about him kneeling over you, your juices on his tongue, his cock jutting out so proudly, hung like a horse between your thighs. It makes you aware of just how filthy this whole act is, how raw.
You can smell yourself on him, and your legs self-consciously close.
"Still think you know how to get this pussy to clamp as she should?" Toji's voice was low and gruff.
"No." You whimpered.
"Then why the fuck are you playing with my clit?"
"I wasn't playing with it! I was just..."
"You won't even squeeze your thighs together without askin' when I'm finished," his lips close around your clit.
Toji licks every slippery skin fold and nibbles your clit until it's throbbing. You fuck his mouth with your hips, desperate. You reach deep, guttural tones no woman should.
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Would nut if you called him 'sir.'
Call him 'sir,' and he'll call you 'ma'am.' Especially in bed. It's shamelessly kinky, given the age gap between you. Might just call you mommy if you're okay with it. You're still under your parent's insurance and barely have a driver's license. Your wisdom teeth haven't come in, and here this forty-year-old man was calling you mommy.
And if you are? Agreeable with it, that is? Toji does his best to make you one.
He missed out on Megumi. Thoughts of another child hadn't crossed his mind until he was deep in your green, twenty-something pussy calling you mommy in that aged murmur.
You love everything he's saying. "Gon' fuck a baby into your teenage pussy—get you pregnant." Toji liked to poke at your age. He'd call you a teenager when you're particularly difficult. Little girls can't talk to me like that. Those nights remained the same. Toji fucked you on the floor and bred you until you couldn't speak. Cum ran from your entrance in a thin, constant stream. Milky, thick-flowing, and filthy. You just need some good lovin'; that's all it is—needed attention. You didn't know how to ask for it without pitchin' a fit like a child.
Make-up sex where he'd hold your hands as your thighs shook. Toji made up for leaving the cabinets empty by leaving your thoughts emptier. Cramming you six inches full of excess and relief, Toji filled you over and over until debt became greed. He's slow, thorough—men his age typically were. Toji was no boy. Wasn't in no hurry to finish. Thrusting between your hips, deep and thick in your cunt and inches from your face, Toji murmured, "'m gon' set it right."
You love what he's saying so much your appreciation lands on the base of his cock and lower abdomen as you squirt. "Dirty little girl. Dirty teenage pussy, begging for her senpai's cum." He burns right through your chest.
The words, "What are you going to do about it?" sit on your tongue.
"Gonna breed that pussy good. Gon' get you pregnant. Get you knocked up." Toji tugs your legs up higher, pulling you into his body as he snaps his hips. He thrusts into you, quick and hard.
Give it to me, give it to me. Put a baby in me. Oh, God, fuck me!
"Pussy'll be so sweet with my cum between those pretty, swollen lips. Might just eat it. Might have to. Might be all the sugar I need."
Muscles jump in your lower belly. Toji grinned above you, rotten, when your pussy quivered. Toji is feral when he gets his face between your legs, unlike any man you've met. The enthusiasm for your pleasure as he dug, sucked, licked, and scraped with his tongue (all while his right hand held your slippery cunt open for him to discipline and drink down) was primal and terrifying. It had you there in minutes. He had no direction, no idea, and no technique. All he had was the hell-driven desire to please you—make you come fast and hard 'many times as he could before his tongue gave out.
Every little thing you told him to do. That's all he had. You asked for more, and he gave it. You tell him to scratch that itch between your thighs, and he knows exactly what that means—squeezing his cock into your too-small ass. From there, all you did was tell him what you wanted, and he performed like a dog with a bone.
Toji wasn't above holding you down so that you took your pleasure on his face, fingers, and lips.
No, this dog took every ounce of his strength and overpowered your body to ensure he got his pound of flesh. What sorta man was he if he couldn't please his woman? An embarrassment, that's what. You ain't gonna insult him and walk away with steady legs.
"Gonna ride that pussy, make it mine."
Ride me, baby. Oh, God, yes!
Toji hunkers over you—that thick, heady scent of sweat, cologne, and body heat. He smells good. "Bet this teenage cunt loves feeling like it's mature, getting filled and stretched into a mommy's pussy." He's telling you how you'll look so good with your freshly creamed pussy.
Wanna be slutty for you. Make this pussy creamy.
"Gon' get that cervix wet. You'd better drink up, girl."
God, you'll drink every last white drop of it. You're already spasming.
"There she goes talkin'. Swallowin’. She's thirsty." Toji tilts your face towards him. "Boy or girl? Which one ya like?"
You struggle—feebly pressing his chest with jellied wrists to get him up and off of you. Out of you. You have to keep yourself from melting outward and running onto the sheets when he snatches you up in his arms as if you were nothing and hemmed you to the bed, hemmed you to his chest in a bear hug, and fucked you. He caged you beneath him and held you there. You’re held down and bred. Pre-cum drooled out of you onto the pillow like the real thing. Each thrust sent your hips violently into him, bobbing, circling, and returning to meet him as you rubbed your slick folds against his cock when it slipped out. He had you humping his wet dick like a bitch in heat. That was you on him. He's covered in you. He hugged you so hard that the bed felt like a paper bag under you.
"Ain't no running. Y'gon' take this dick. Take this apology."
"Don't! Don't—" The fight to free your arms was heavy and impossible as he lined himself up just as quickly as he'd left. Eager to fill. Eager to please. Hands trapped between your sweaty bodies, you settle for pushing against his stifling weight despite rising to help him resettle himself. And God, do you feel like home. Comforting, warm. He can already smell Ma's cooking. Slick, like the blood of his bounties. 'Specially when his bosses demanded a trophy as proof of his service.
White. All you see are the whites of his eyes as Toji's cock overfilled you to bursting, assisted by your curved spine and lofted hips.
He does it so gently—sliding into you like a Spanish kiss. Indulgent. Letting you admire the breadth of him, the ridge of cockhead that made your walls flutter and sing as it moved through you like drugs flooding a bloodstream, peddling euphoria throughout every corner of your body until you were floating and light in the giddy breeze of his possession. He looks demonic, possessed. Your cunt groaned from how full it was, glutted. Feel-good chemicals left you gooey and barely conscious as he stroked into you, exactly where you needed him and weren't ready for him. The deep grinds into your G-spot had you losing your breath, but he wouldn't stop. He wouldn't stop fucking you.
Uhhhn, God. Your eyes flutter. Your walls squeeze him against your will. You could kiss him.
"N-noooo, you can't. Don't cum in my pussy." You moaned. "Don't—hnn!—don' cum..." Your arms close around his waist, hips arching and rocking like you couldn't decide what you wanted more, to push him off of you or get creampied in one go. Bred.
"Mommy, ya gotta tell me." Your pussy clamps. Fissures of resistance disappear like they never existed when Toji calls you "mommy" like it's a sin. He's whispering dirty in your ear as if he knew your secrets. As if he knew you were two pumps and one shuddery male moan away from pleading the exact opposite.
"Tell me, Mommy, so I can do it for you." Toji's voice had gone sugary-sweet and deep.
But no...no. Nnn. No. "You… can't...do that." It's cheating. He's cheating.
"Tell me how you want this baby."
God, it just feels so good. You want him to cream you. Breed you. You like the fantasy of it all (it gets you wetter than anything), but he isn't financially stable, and you're no mother.
"We can't! Not 'nough money." Your lips don't sing lullabies. They sang heartache and blues. Emotionally immature and mentally thin, you're no mother. The slightest inconvenience, and you're ready to cannonball off a bridge.
"Ain't what I asked ya." Toji put you in a headlock. Ears hot and pounding, you twist and thrash as best you can underneath him. He doesn't leave you much room to grapple—still bearing down on you with all his strength and thrusting. 'Overwhelming' couldn't begin to capture the wave of shivers washing over you. Toji scratches that itch inside of you so good it nearly hurts. God, it's good—the beating he gives that secret, special place you can never reach alone. Where fingers clench into knots, your womb feels like a fever. You're in heaven. Your thighs burn from all that friction. You're in hell. Your body wants nothing more than to let out a primal scream as you battle to cope with the intensity. It takes you a few moments to realize you are—hollering in absolute hysteria. You unclench your fingers long enough to shove fruitlessly at his chest, claw at his arms and pelvis.
The thick arms caging your head tighten. "Answer. Or I’ll put one in your backside."
"Girl!" You shouted—voice rough and strangled behind his grip.
"A lil princess just like 'er Mama." Toji bucked into you, closing his eyes with a groan. When they opened, they stared down at your hostile mouth. If there was one body part of yours Toji was fascinated by, it was your lips.
He's been staring at them while he fucked you, lust in his eyes. Toji watched them threaten and plead.
"You get off me, or I'll—" Your words clung thickly together, dragged in places they shouldn't as if they were moaned.
"I'll..." Your lashes fall to your cheeks as Toji moves down, nose rumbling softly with steamy breath as he latches onto a nipple and sucks.
Your cunt swallowed and sang; you rose to meet his next push. The way his tongue and teeth work together on that sensitive spot is enough to make you light-headed.
"I'll..."
Toji stared at you, expression unreadable as ever. "You'll what, Mommy?"
He watched 'em gasp and form his name. He needed 'em. Needed 'em more than his own mother's rotted eyes.
"You'll cum?" He ground into you, and you gasped.
"Yes." You wrapped your arms and legs around him. God, your skin was on fire.
Toji released your breast and latched onto your mouth instead, groaning against your lips. His tongue flicked inside, and you opened wide.
"H-harder. Toji, I'm—"
Ughn!
Toji hits it like he couldn't miss—rutting, grinding, and humping into that sacred spot. Your kiss had him rabbiting and murmuring, moaning, and biting. He was gasping. He was growing—swelling at the base of his cock. He was coming apart.
Seeing you thoroughly enjoy yourself and falling apart on his cock has Toji's hips faltering. Mama's never yelled for 'im quite like that before. He had mama screamin', had 'er eyes rollin' back. Had her thrusting on his cock like she wanted her green, little pussy filled—wanted his kid.
"Sound so good, Mommy." He's coming already, eyes shut as the first few spurts escape him. Toji's thrusts deepen each time you moan. He'd shiver, pushing hard into your g-spot. He spoiled it for every hunger pain while he was away.
"Hands." His voice shook with effort—the physical strain of staving himself off.
When you don't immediately respond, Toji's head rests on your shoulder—miserable like an old dog. "y'know I can't cum without 'em. Know I need 'em."
His breaths come in rough pants. "I'm gonna cum, Mommy. Imma go right up your pussy and spill my seed."
"Toji—" You squirm, "Toji, don't!" You'd damn near drooled as the first squirt of hot cum hit your pussy, unconsciously bucking into him for the umpteenth time.
You beg Toji not to cum inside you, hugging him and pumping those hips all the while. Desperately, at that. A man's gotta wonder.
"Let me apologize, mama," he said between labored breaths. "Let me give you this baby." His fingers pry into yours, clutching them against the mattress as he rutted and sighed into you. "Let me."
"No." You fight. "No, no, no, no, no! No. Don't!"
His thrusts pick up as you try and wrangle free.
"I forgive you, Toji! I forgive—"
Toji licked into your mouth, grabbed onto your hips, and emptied himself in a long, thick stream. He shivered in your arms through spurts and convulsions, letting you swallow his shuddered alphabet of husky groans.
You can't help but buck into each warm shot of his seed. You're a whore. And you're tired of pretending you're not.
You're still moaning for him not to cum inside you as he does just that, pushed up against your G-spot, gently grinding you toward an orgasm of your own.
He could've positioned himself at your cervix and got all nice and snug, but then he would've missed the sleepy look on your face. Eyelids hung low, mouth parted—sated, full, and still working that pussy against him, swallowing miserably around him because it hasn't cum. She will. He'll show ya he ain't useless, that he's good for somethin'.
Besides, they'll swim. He doesn't need to be lined up to hit a target. It'll be fine once you're shiverin' against him; you'll send 'em right where they need to be.
"Please don't, sir." You said, still thrusting through the zips and tapering shocks of your orgasm. Your arms are helpless, bumbling, and unresponsive.
'Sirs' nice and all, but he'd prefer 'Mister.'
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For your listening pleasure:
The title was based on the song below.
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just-mint-to-be · 1 year
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omg no because that gave me brainworms. being their little, docile pet with the collar and everything?? mint. mint!!
*Ram voice* suffer brainworms as I have!
Yandere! Omnics with a human pet HCs/some NSFW throughout.
Ramattra
- There’s no denying he loves you to the point of obsession, but he’s aware of your instinctual tendencies and the problems they may bring.
- You aren’t violent or destructive like others of your kind, but you’re awfully disobedient.
- Running away when he treated you as a lover? Fine, perhaps as a pet you’ll realise you have no choice to stay.
- In fact, he may treat it as a fun little project; a test of his cause to have you compliant and curled up sweetly on his lap.
- You cry, protest or even dare to grit your teeth at him?
- Simple, you’ll be muzzled and put in time out.
- ‘What an ungrateful little beast you are, perhaps I am just the firm hand you need.’
- For bigger misdeeds, your humiliation grows tenfold when he produces a leash and forces you to remove any and all items of clothing you’d been allowed to keep.
- You’ll be made to sit at his feet completely nude during every meeting, a choke chain furnishing your neck, a plug in one or more of your holes and a leash held in one of his hands.
- It’s awfully satisfying for him and a great testament to what the darker members of his uprising long for.
- Ramattra isn’t always strict however. There’s nothing he likes more than grooming and hand feeding you.
- How adorable you look, big e/c eyes cautiously staring up as he pressing little morsels of food to your lips, and how divine you are when he thoroughly and dutifully bathes you.
- ‘Good pet,’ he coos, a sigh of almost relief escaping him as you succumb to slumber from the influence of gentle strokes on your hair, ‘this is your destiny, embrace it.’
Maximillien
- Maximillien doesn’t share and doesn’t negotiate, especially not when it comes to you.
- Disdainful of your current alleged lack of freedoms and his so called ‘controlling’ ways? Pets don’t get the luxury of speaking back, he finds that very appealing.
- Of course, you’ll still be given the best of everything. Chef made food from a gold plated bowl, silk blankets for your little bed (though if you’ve been good, he may allow you a night at the end of his own) and handmade plush toys for you to adorably entertain yourself with.
- Monthly ‘inspections’ by a trusted doctor to ensure his prized possession is in tip top health and, of course, your h/c hair must always be groomed and presentable.
- And, naturally, a custom made Italian leather collar with a 9ct ID tag; a more simplistic companion to the tracking chip painlessly and unknowingly embedded during your routine checkup.
- Most paramount, is your behaviour. He likes to have you on a lead, parading quietly and dutifully around the casino or on any work affairs. They may look and speak with envy, but never touch.
- ‘Oh how lovely! Such a sweet little human. Age? Breed? Name?’ Trills a curious, likely high value patron.
- ‘This is my dearest Y/n,’ Maximillien beams, ‘a (age) year old (nationality). Beautiful aren’t they?’
- He may sense your distaste, your utter burning humiliation as they fawn over you but you know better than to lash out.
- Because, if you do, you’ll find out exactly what happens to disobedient pets.
- He’ll parade you around in less and less clothes, and with increasingly dehumanising language.
- Edging you with a remote controlled device until you’re forced to whimper and beg for his forgiveness and release.
- ‘Please master, I’ll be good.’
- You won’t get it however, naughty pets need at least a good 24 hours to properly learn their lesson.
- If he’s feeling generous however, you may find yourself rewarded for following commands and listening well.
- ‘Good boy/girl/pet,’ he chimes, giving your chin an attentive scratch.
- He’ll point to a certain box, one filled to the brim with vibrators, dildos and whatever means of pleasure money can buy.
- ‘Go on, fetch a toy. Let’s play’
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alcr3m13 · 1 year
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Yandere Prompts:Currently Writing
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"Aww...are you scared?"
"Don't leave me.If you do..there will be consequences"
"Do you hate me that much? You can't even try loving me?"
"I give you everything you need,and you still don't return me the favor?"
"You need me,you can't live without me."
"No matter where you go,I'll always find you my darling."
"You look so cute when your afraid.."
"Don't make me punish you."
"Your gonna regret that,darling."
"Our love comes first,everything is secondary.."
"Please don't make me hurt you."
"Try screaming,I soundproof the walls and everything."
"No one loves you,but me."
"Our love is eternal!"
"Tell me you love me.Say it."
"I would kill for you.."
Fandoms
Overwatch
Valorant
Dislyte
Path to Nowhere
Demon slayer
Monkie kid
Hetalia
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(Writing is gonna take a long time,but maybe its gonna take a few days for me to finish requests if i have the motivation to.)
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infrunamie · 6 months
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Yandere victim part 2 pretty pleaseee? :3 would they still be a sub even after doing whatever they did to reader or would they flip the switch and be a dom now?!
that all depends how complaisant you are with him, if you don’t take him seriously or disobey him he wont hesitate to show you he’s in control. he wont deny, it does give him a rush when you finally succumb to the pleasure after struggling for a while. it makes his heart swell seeing you try to deny the way you leak from his touch.
but if you don’t mind the fact he’s a murderer and completely head over heels for you, he’ll stay your obedient boy by basically worshiping the ground you walk on. that doesnt mean he still wont be…weird around you, he isnt you to being so close to you so you’d catch him peaking at you behind walls when you eat or watching you sleep through a crack in your door breathing like an animal.
he hates when you ask to go outside. why would you need to? he has everything you could possibly need. the outside world is full of vermin and lunatics, its his job as your lover to protect you from that right? with any means necessary, so if you need to understand that the hard way so be it.
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yandere-genji · 5 months
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Ahhh hi!
So, I have a request for Cassidy, Reaper, Moria, and Soldier:76 (separate, please).
What I was thinking is their darling (preferably masculine, but gn works too) goes outside while they’re sleeping. Not because they’re trying to escape, but because they just wanted to go on the porch for a bit. Darling doesn’t even think about leaving, and is surprised when the person comes running outside for them, thinking that they left.
What do you think their reactions would be? Would they be mad, understanding, not really care?
Thank you and have a good day!
(Also don’t forget to hydrate and take care of yourself)
tw: yandere, abuse
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❤️‍🔥 Cassidy
The man sleeps like a log. Snores and everything, gives off a lot of body heat. It’s easy to be overwhelmed sharing a bed with him, especially on sleepless nights. 
Luckily, due to his heavy sleeping, you’re able to slink out from underneath him and out the bedroom with little trouble. You’re surprised he doesn’t have other measures to prevent you from doing this. 
You’re dying for fresh air, cracking open a window and resting your head in your hands as the breeze cools your skin. The desert at night is empty with stars painting the sky. 
It takes some time before Cassidy notices you’re gone and he’s surprisingly cool-headed, partly because he’s just woken up. 
He finds you looking out the open window, relieved that you haven’t left for good. Not that you could’ve made it very far without him. 
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” his arms wrap around you and presses you against his body’s musky heat. 
“It’s so hot, Cass,” you whine, “I need some fresh air. Please?”
He takes you by the hand and leads you to the front door, stepping out onto the porch. You follow and sit with him, leaning your head on his shoulder. 
The desert climate doesn’t make for perfect sleeping conditions, but it’s freeing. He holds you until you fall back asleep, stealing you back to bed soon after. 
🖤 Reaper
Lightest sleeper, a pin drop will wake this man. Not that you would know, he keeps you in a separate room. 
Did I say room? It’s more of a box, no windows or doors etc. Some toys to pass the time while he’s away. Not the most trusting yandere.
So you don’t have a lot of options when it comes to step out for a breather. 
But the Reaper works at night. And when he’s off conducting Talon business, there’s no one to stop you if, say, you’ve stolen the keys to your chambers.
And let’s be honest, it’s probably not by your own merit that the keys ended up in your hands, knowing how much Reaper enjoys punishing you. 
But it’s not like you were doing anything wrong. You weren’t exactly looking to escape, a part of you might not have wanted to and the other couldn’t afford the consequences. But staying indoors with such minimal resources was enough to drive anyone stir-crazy. 
You miss the feeling the open breeze, the sound of birds and bugs buzzing around. Anything to remind you that the world did indeed exist outside of Reaper’s hold. 
You brought blankets and pillows and laid yourself down on the porch - just to enjoy the outdoors without all its discomforts. Relax to the sound of crickets chirping. 
Of course, you end up asleep, and when Reaper catches you out, he’s not at all happy to find you outside your room. Before you can even process all that is happening, you’re inside your chambers again. 
His shadowed tendrils hold you against the wall, “Are you out of your damned mind?”
Black smoke filled your lungs, stammering your words, “I-I’m sorry I stole the keys, it’s just- I can’t stay in here for so long.”
“You have the gall to think I don’t know what’s best for you?” he releases you, letting you fall to the floor and gasping for air, “Earn your place.”
He leaves soon after and you can’t help but flog yourself for being so bold. Maybe if you keep complying to him, he might give you that freedom. Or it’s just another carrot to hang over your head. 
🧡 Moira
She has safeguards in place that prevent you from outright leaving your quarters, but you’ve mostly free range. 
Moira’s obsession with you is a bit different from the other yanderes because of her experimental tendencies. 
She likes to see you come undone, whether by her own hand or keeping you under the influence of some test substance. So you don’t always have your wits about you, her way of restricting you. 
Rarely do you have time to clear your head, desperate for reprieve. Most days the sun is far too bright for your adulterated state, but the moonlight is that goldilocks-perfect pale glow.  
Moira has security measures in place, so she knows when you’ve left the house. And when she’s notified that you opened the front door, she’s livid. 
When she confronts you, you think she’s going to tear the head off your shoulders without even a word as she pulled you back inside with little resistance. 
“I’ve half a mind to keep you paralyzed,” she is fuming, jaw tight. 
You writhe in her grasp, “Wait, Moira, I can explain-“
Yours words come out just as weak as your body as she shoves you into her lab. 
“Keep your explanations to yourself. I’ll see to it you’ll never need them.”
Looks like you’ll have to find some other way to convince her to let you outside. (Bad ending vibes)
🩵 Soldier: 76
Big spoon. Very possessive. He holds you close and his weight is crushing. Most difficult one to sneak away from in these circumstances. 
Even if you try to break away, he’ll pull you back into him. You’ll need deliberation and luck on your side to slip away. 
If only you could have the house to yourself. Just waste time on the living room couch, watching some TV and eating snacks. Maybe take a hot bath. 
But your captor was in the next room over, the last thing you wanted to do was wake him. Best you could do to relieve your muddled mind was to get some fresh air. 
Your heart is thumping against your chest. Jack’s cardinal rule is to never leave the house, and if he caught you sneaking out like this who knows what he would do to you. Still, you had made it this far, you might as well enjoy the luxury. 
And as you might expect, your absence is noted almost immediately. In fact, you’re no less than a few paces from the bedroom when his hand catches yours. 
“Back to bed,” he commands, all gravel. 
“No,” you protest, trying to halt him with a hand on his wrist but he leads you anyway, “I don’t want to go back to bed, I can’t breathe in here.”
He turns back to you, brows knit. He leads you past the bed and releases you on a pillowed surface, behind which was an elaborate work of contraints he restrained you against. It’s a dog bed, you realize. 
“This will be your sleeping arrangement until you learn how to behave.”
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theyanderespecialist · 8 months
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Soulmates and Dragons 1 (Scenario) Yandere Scion Haznzo X Soulmate Reader (Overwatch)
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a LATE Request being filled! This one is off of Archive of our own! I hope that I finally delivered for you! I hope you all enjoy this chapter!]
(Disclaimer: This is Scion Hanzo which means him before he killed Genji or tried. So that is where we are at with him. Hanzo is not yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, do not be gross or illegal about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Please remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!)
(Hanzo Shimada) (Soulmark: Thank God you are okay. Do you want some water?)
(No One's POV)
Hanzo had been getting rid of someone in the woods. They put up a hell of a fight, and he overdid it. Now he is lightheaded and dehydrated. The sun is beating down on his torn suit. He supports himself against a tree, and then everything turns black.
When Hanzo wakes up, he sees the most stunning woman leaning over him with a damp cloth, Gently pressing it against his face. She smiles at him, and he swears he is in heaven.
"Thank God you are okay. Do you want some water?" She asks him, and his eyes widen.
This woman is his soulmate. He thought he would never find her. "It's you, my soulmate." He says, looking at her and awe and desire, With the smallest hint of obsession.
He sits up and takes her in a kiss. She gasps into the kiss. This is rather sudden. She had given up hope that she would ever meet her soulmate, and now he was kissing her. She does not know what to do… What does she do? She always dreamt of this day. Now here it is, and she is frozen in place.
"Mine~," Hanzo says, pulling away and resting her forehead against hers.
She looks into his eyes and sees the obsession. Fuck, she is so screwed.
(Hanzo's POV)
I thought I would never meet her, I had given up hope, but she was here. She is right in front of me. The first moment I saw her, I thought she was an angel. And she is an Angel, My Angel, my soulmate, mine. She is all mine, and I am never letting her go. I will take her back home, where we will get married and have the perfect life. I will make sure of it.
(This is just part one of how they met, and if you all want to see more, comment below. Also, yes, the reader can summon two blue dragons as well.)
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS got another part is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and if you want to see more tell me, and I will do my best to do it! Stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
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yanderes-galore · 4 months
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Romantic Yan! Mauga x gn!reader concept
I'D LOVE TO. He comes out on my birthday so this is a bit special for me/hj. Hope you enjoy my take on him! Here's me pouring general thoughts down ^^ (Love you for your Overwatch requests, istg).
If it sounds like I'm self-indulgent, I probably am, my bad.
Yandere! Mauga Concept
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Abuse of power, Kidnapping, Murder/Death, Threats, Intimidation, Violence, Possessive, Restraints, Dehumanization mentioned, Sadism, Forced relationship.
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I feel like there's a lot of scary things about Mauga.
First of all, he's huge.
He's been augmented from a near death experience to be huge and powerful.
His name even means "mountain".
Then there's the fact he takes joy in doing what he does... literal murder for Talon.
He even is oddly chipper/chill with his language.
Even when threatening others he sounds so... excited? Friendly?
He seems so nice to be around... but he's still a murderer.
He'd act the same with you.
Mauga calls everyone "friend".
If he met you he'd immediately be overly friendly.
He'd call you friendly terms, like "friend", "buddy", and "pal".
But if he felt flirty he'd probably call you by some sort of nickname.
I'm not sure what he'd call you exactly but maybe "Teuila"? It's the national flower of Samoa (from what I saw)
He could also call you the classic nicknames such as "babe", "baby", "dear", "doll", etc.
It's just "Teuila" seems more unique to him.
Mauga is another one who likes the size difference between you.
It serves as a good way to intimidate you and he likes it.
Mauga is a sadistic sociopath who doesn't appear affected by the crimes he commits.
In fact he depicts himself as "carefree".
Mauga could be the type to slaughter innocents then look at you with a big grin.
He doesn't mind if you fear him.
He'd part of Talon... he loves the fear.
He knows he's a bad person and doesn't mind.
His apathy towards the life of others is what makes him terrifying.
He only really cares about you, his little Teuila.
If I'm correct, Mauga canonically has sharp teeth.
Which means he would certainly bite you.
He may also like to hold/manhandle you a bit.
He likes the power and size he has over you.
Oh, fighting him a bit?
How do you like being pinned to a wall?
In his obsession he is naturally rough.
Mauga likes to have everyone know you're his.
No one should touch you unless they want a Talon agent breathing down their neck.
You could be a civilian or a fellow member of Talon.
Doesn't matter to him.
He plans to keep you all the same.
Would take you to bars when he could find them.
He sees it as a way to bond, probably.
Mauga could isolate you, yet showing you off can be quite exciting.
A silent challenge for others to take what's his... so he can have an excuse to break their bones, most likely.
He isn't one for "messing with your mind" manipulation.
More like... brute force.
He doesn't want to intentionally hurt you.
It's mostly just enough to show his mark on you, not to break anything.
He knows you're fragile.
If you tried to escape this mountain of a man... good luck.
He found Baptiste with ease when he left Talon.
He can find you.
He'll hunt you down and pick you from wherever you plan on staying.
He deserves to have you in his eyes.
You may cry or scream, but any hit against hist chest just makes him chuckle.
Your hits tickle him... he finds it adorable.
His "Cage Fight" ability implies chains.
This is just being clever, but imagine as punishment he chains you to him?
Now you can't run... he'll just drag you.
If anything you begin to look like a pet to members of Talon.
But they allow it.
They don't need Mauga becoming a problem.
Obviously he is quite possessive.
Loves your touch, your warmth, in a weird way your smell.
He may mark you but tries to treat you as delicately as a flower.
Like the nickname he affectionately calls you....
Mauga doesn't care if you miss your family when he drags you back to him.
He feels things would be better if you forget them.
He may end up doing something bad if you don't... wouldn't want that now, would we?
Overall, Mauga is a powerful and possessive man.
He is unfazed by what he does to obtain you... even when it includes others losing their lives for helping you leave him.
Mauga loves the challenge... even finds it exciting.
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sleepyems-15 · 1 year
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yandere ramattra
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(this is from my wattpad account)
summary: You've worked at a flower shop near a temple and an omnic always visited the shop but this time a different omnic visited.
Characters: zenyatta, ramattra and you
You were watering some orchids until you heard the door open. You walked behind the cashier counter to see you regular customer, zenyatta. He had come to this shop everyday, if he wasn't busy.
"Hello zen, how are you?" You asked politely ,smiling kindly at the omnic. "I am well, thank you for asking" he looked around the shop looking at the flowers.
"The zinnia looks nice today" he pointed beside you. You turned around to see them "yea, they're were hard to keep alive. Everytime I tried planting them again they would die so I'm glad that they didn't this time" you rambled on.
"I'm sorry I was rambling on" you apologized. The omnic didn't really care if you rambled, he just liked hearing your voice.
"What would you like zen? Those irises are back in stock if you want some" you told him. He nodded his head "not really I just came in here to check how you were feeling " he said.
You smile widen "oh well thanks zen, I'm feeling fine" he told him, but you realized something zenyatta was acting different. He would normally buy at least one flower.
"Zen you sure you're alright?" You asked him. He nodded his head "yes but I must get going, farewell (name)" he waved goodbye leaving the shop. You gave a small wave back.
You walked back to the orchids picking up a watering can and continued watering it. You heard the front door open once more.
Strange nobody comes into the shop after zenyatta leaves, it normally takes about 5 or 10 minutes before someone else enters.
You didn't question it to much and went back to the counter. You saw an omnic, it wasn't zenyatta.
"Hello" you greeted him. He looked at you "hello, my brother came in here, where is he now?" He asked. Brother? It took you a moment to realize who his brother is, zenyatta "sadly you missed him but I have no clue where he is now" you told him.
He sighed and looked around the shop "would you anything?" You asked him. He looked down at you "why does my brother come into this shop?" .
"Well..he buys flowers and he talks to me then he goes" you said.he let out a small huh, he continued looking the shop until he finally spoke "I've had an eye on you for a while little human".
You froze in horror "wha-what" you studdered, he walked a little bit closer to you " my brother told me about you, I was interested in you so I followed you around " he explained.
You moved back and you bumped into the cashier counter. He walked towards you placing a hand on your cheek.
"and you are the most sweetest thing I have ever seen dearest"
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