#yandere sickfic

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

True Weakness

Thank you to @laffy-taffy-creations for helping me come up with the title!

“Darling,” Whumper called, opening the door to Whumpee’s room, “breakfast’s ready.”

The little lump under the blankets didn’t move. Whumper tutted, then spoke again.

“Whumpee, my love,” they said, “if you weren’t awake before, my voice should’ve roused you now. Come along.”

As they spoke, Whumper crossed the room to their darling’s bedside. When Whumpee still didn’t respond, a frown crept into Whumper’s features.

“Whumpee, you know how I feel about being ignored-”

Whumper pulled back the covers and nearly recoiled at what they saw. Whumpee’s eyes were shut in restless sleep, their breathing was labored, and their beautiful face contorted in discomfort as red splotches stained their usually flawless skin. Whumper put a hand to their forehead; the heat radiating there was all the confirmation they needed.

“My dearest, how long have you been like this?” they whispered to themselves.

Whumpee whimpered in their sleep, unconsciously leaning into their captor’s cool touch. Whumper crouched down at their side and cupped their too-warm face.

“Whumpee, please wake up for me,” they whispered.

Slowly, Whumpee’s eyes fluttered open, revealing glassy irises beneath half-closed lids. Whumper breathed a sigh of relief, at least they were able to rouse them.

“You’re burning up, my darling,” they said, “how are you feeling?”

Whumpee whimpered in response, their eyes screwing shut as they nuzzled further into Whumper’s hands.

“Talk to me, what hurts?”

Whumpee looked up at them with the most pitiful expression.

“Everything,” they croaked hoarsely.

There was an unnatural gravel to their voice, and it looked like just speaking was causing them pain.

“I’m afraid I might have to take you to a doctor,” Whumper decided, “are you going to behave for me?”

Whumper didn’t wait for their response; they hoisted Whumpee up into a bridal carry. At this point, Whumpee would usually protest, but their current state had made them miserably docile. Whumper brought them to the car and laid them in the passenger’s seat. They buckled their seatbelt for them and closed their door. Once in the driver’s seat, Whumper sped off to the nearest town. The benefit of living in a large cabin in a private forest was no one would bother them and their darling, but the privacy did have its downsides, especially in situations like this.

…

Whumpee had fallen asleep on the way home. Whumper gently carried them inside and tucked them back into bed. Strep throat, the doctor had said, and a pretty bad case of it, too. Whumper had no idea how Whumpee had gotten it, they had always been so careful to keep them as healthy as possible. Whumper felt utterly ashamed of themselves for letting this happen, and as they opened the bag of medicine Whumpee had been prescribed, they fought the urge to cry. Gently, they shook their shoulder.

“Mmm,” Whumpee groaned.

“I’m sorry my love, but I need you to take some of this.”

Whumper poured some medicine onto a spoon. Whumpee looked down at the thick, sticky liquid, then back up at Whumper pleadingly.

“I know, I know,” Whumper said, “but you have to take it. It’s going to help you feel better. You do want to feel better, don’t you?”

Whumper slipped a hand behind Whumpee’s back and lifted them into a sitting position. Whumpee’s mouth fell open, allowing them to feed them the medicine.

With great difficulty, and quite the grimace, Whumpee swallowed. Whumper quickly offered them a glass of water, which they drained in a matter of seconds. Whumper then lowered them back into bed.

“I’ll let you get your rest,” they said, “you’re going to need it.”

Whumper turned to leave, but a weak hand shot out from under the covers and grabbed their sleeve. Whumper turned, their brows going up in surprise. Whumpee looked just as shocked as them.

“What is it, darling?”

“…S-Stay?”

Whumper melted on the spot. They crawled in bed next to their little Whumpee, holding them close. The germs could go fly a kite. This was the first time Whumpee had actually wanted Whumper to be with them. Maybe Whumper should let them get sick more often…

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[dark-side-blog3]

speaking of being babied by yanderes after surgery, I've got my second surgery coming up later this month. And while yes it's good for me in the long run, I am also very dramatic about getting shots. It's not even the surgery itself that bothers me, it's the damn constant shots.

Just thinking about yandere's dealing with me pre and post-op. Their dramatic little one being reduced to tears and nigh-inconsolable the days leading up, and how badly I'll rely on them after the surgery is done and all my physical therapy is back at square one. How I'll squirm and sniffle as they flush my iv sites, and administer anticoagulant shots. And yet, for the first time since kidnapping me, I won't be able to fight back. I won't be able to bite, hit, scream, throw things, or hide from them. I'll be completely at their mercy, and desperate for comfort.

And maybe they'll give it to me.

Or maybe they'll take the opportunity to tease me.

It depends on the yandere, after all-- and a little bit on what mood I'm in when fantasizing.

#writer confession #yandere agere #forced agere #forced age regression #yandere sickfic #yandere sicfic

[mymelloii]

Mushroom Oasis Mycheal x !Sick Reader Oneshot

---Mushroom Oasis is a 16+ VN---

CW: Hypnotism (non maliciously)

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For the past three days, you've been grappling with what you and many others attribute to "allergies" brought on by the changing season. However, this term was entirely foreign to your partner, Mycheal. Explaining it proved challenging. "So, you get sick whenever you're near flowers and fungi?" he asked, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "Uh, something like that. But don't worry, it's usually mild and doesn't compare to actual sickness," you reassured him.

Little did you know, this wasn't just your typical seasonal allergy. What initially presented as a stuffy nose gradually escalated into cold sweats and feverish temperatures. The morning you woke with these symptoms, you noticed the early hour—it was precisely 6 AM. Early for you, but not for Mycheal, who was already outside tending to his chickens. When you attempted to call out to him, only a hoarse whisper escaped your throat: "Mycheal."

Your throat somehow managed to be painfully dry while also feeling congested. and despite a heightened temperature, your body shook uncontrollably, as if encased in ice. Wrapping yourself in the handmade blanket Mycheal had crafted for you, you struggled to rise from the bed. "My—" Your body betrayed you, giving way before you could finish speaking, leaving you sprawled on the cold hardwood floor. Fortunately, Mycheal heard the fall and rushed inside to assist.

"Firefly!" Mycheal exclaimed, hurrying to your side and cradling you gently. "What happened?" he inquired, his brow furrowed with worry. "Everything hurts," you murmured, your voice barely audible. Concern etched across his face, Mycheal placed a hand on your feverish skin, "You're sick." He carefully lifted you back onto the bed, ensuring not to exacerbate your discomfort. "I'll fetch you some cold water, okay?" he offered, gripping your hand gently. "Please," you whispered.

"I'll be right back." He hurriedly rushed into the kitchen, rummaging through the shared collection of cups and bowls- selecting one he had crafted. Though during all of this he tried to stay calm, you could hear the anxiety in his steps as he came near. Upon returning, he draped his arm around you for support, offering the cup to quench your thirst. You drank every last drop, as though you were stranded in the desert for days on end. "Feel better?" You looked at him miserably with tears threating to fall. Although your thirst was quenched it only highlighted the rest of your pain.

"Firefly..." Mycheal set the empty cup aside, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. "It's going to be okay. I'll take care of you." Overwhelmed, you began to cry softly, lamenting, "Everything hurts, and I can't do anything about it." Mycheal kissed your clammy forehead, rocking you gently. "Look at me," he implored, locking eyes with you. "Everything is going to be okay, you just need to calm down." The area around you suddenly became still, yet calm- almost as if he was lulling you with his voice. "But in order to get better, you're gonna need some rest." He said in a hushed tone, stroking your hair as he did. You could feel him setting you down back onto the bed as sleep quickly overtook you.

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It felt like mere moments before I was roused from sleep by Mycheal's return. As he entered with grocery bags in hand, I groaned, feeling utterly wretched. He smiled weakly, brushing hair from my face. "Don't worry, I got some medicine and a book on treating human sicknesses." His reassurance brought a small smile to my lips as he tenderly kissed my flushed cheek. "Let me prepare it for you, alright?" I nodded faintly, allowing him to step away momentarily.

He returned with water, a cold compress, and medicine in hand. Two pills—one white, the other translucent orange. Watching me closely as I sat up, he reassured, "This will make you feel much better, I promise." Trusting him, I swallowed the medicine with water. He smiled, guiding me back to bed and placing the cool cloth on my forehead. "I know it's cold, but it'll help with the fever," he explained, sitting beside me and ensuring I was comfortably tucked in the plush covers. "You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Mycheal's concern was evident as he observed me. I shook my head weakly, lacking the energy to eat. His expression softened. "Firefly, if you want to get better, you have to eat." His gentle plea persuaded me, and I relented, nodding in agreement.

He smiled, disappearing into the kitchen. As I lay there, the aroma of soup filled the air, comforting and familiar. Moments later, he returned with a tray containing my favorite soup and tea. Despite my feeble attempt to sit up, he gently coaxed me back down. "Let me take care of you today, if that's okay?" he requested, a blush tinting his cheeks. I nodded, curious to see his plan.

He spoon-fed me, blowing on each spoonful to cool it before offering it to me. The warmth of the soup was soothing against my aching throat, and I drank the tea eagerly. Afterward, as he attempted to tend dishes, I reached for his arm-grabbing his arm. "Stay, please," I implored, unable to bear the thought of being alone. With a tender smile, he settled beside me, pulling me close and wrapping his tail around me. "I'm here..." He whispered, "And I won't leave your side... ever." If you were in the right state of mind maybe you could have heard the tinge of possessiveness in his tone-but to you it only sounded like sweet nothingness. Closing your eyes you could feel him rub your back as you fell back into slumber.

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I hope you liked it °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° tysm for the support and such. Mycheal is from a VN called Mushroon Oasis created by deerspherestudios.

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[screeblees]

I loveee your angry!yandere so much!! I have a question, if you're willing to answer— How would he react if reader temporarily lost their voice due to screaming and crying? :D

Hi! Thank you so much!! And I love answering asks/questions so don’t worry! I can’t believe how many people are sending in asks about Angry ! Yan atm, I love it!!

Angry ! Yandere Headcanons here !

I hope I did this justice, even if it isn’t as longer as my other posts :3

Find my Masterlist here !

Please enjoy<33

Angry ! Yandere would be extremely upset, of course, to lose his most significant source of comfort but he would assure you caused no permanent damage and nurse you back to health (there’s no way you would get far enough to permanently damage your vocal cords, he would knock you out before it got to that point). He would force lemony hot drinks down your throat to sooth the ache and finally receive the medicine he had ordered online to make you drowsy and docile and let it dissolve in one of the throat soothing beverages.

There’s other ways to be calmed by you which Angry ! Yandere loves almost as much (even if they aren’t as effective)! Especially once the drugs kick in and you’re too out of it to resist any more, like cuddling and manhandling you into whatever position he favors, or talking to you about his day - though the dazed look in your eyes tells him he does not have your full attention, he knows you can’t help it due to being sedated and supposes he’ll forgive you for now but if this continues for long he may take the risk of having you off the sedatives at certain times to enjoy your lucidity and attention being entirely on him instead of floating around in your own head.

Angry ! Yandere makes sure to have a steady stock of sedatives to have flowing through your system at any other time than the point dedicated to your one-sided conversations (at least until your voice comes back), at least until Stockholm Syndrome kicks in you get settled in to avoid this situation to reoccur. Angry ! Yandere learns from his mistakes and knows what he needs to keep his comfort darling safe and sound.

Assuming your tear ducts have also grown dry and puffy then Angry ! Yandere will make sure you drink plenty of water alongside the tea - if you continue to sob dryly then he’ll begin to grow annoyed; how can you expect to heal and get better if you insist on crying?! But you’re still healing, so, punishments above a certain extent will have to wait until after you’re all better…

#cw yandere #cw kidnapping #sickfic #yandere #male yandere #male yandere x reader #angry yandere #angry yandere x reader #yandere x comforting reader #comfort darling #x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #yandere x reader headcanons #yandere hcs #yandere drabble #yandere drabbles #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere writing #lovesick #obsessive love #screeblees writing #11

[sickiehugs]

tw: implied kidnapping, implied drugging

You slowly awaken to the steady, rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor. A few dull coughs escape your blue lips as you attempt to let your hazy vision adjust to the bright lights. As you struggle to process the situation, a soft voice greets you with an eerie yet captivating smoothness.

"My dearest patient... I'm pleased to see you've regained your consciousness, even if only for a short while..." A woman in a white uniform keeps a mad gaze on your pale face. Her lips curl upward as you come to the apprehension that you're completely unable to move, despite being bound to your bed by nothing at all. Your delirious mind races with incoherent questions.

"Don't waste what strength you have left pondering why you're here. What's cardinal is that you're ill and are in desperate need of my care," the woman's crazed eyes gleam brightly, scanning your frail body as she leans in closer. "Your well-being shall forever be in my tender, devoted hands."

You feel a prick in your wrist and something frigid flowing through your bloodstream. It's as if your brain starts to melt, and it gradually dawns on you that the beeping of the monitor will be the only music to grace your ears for the rest your life.

#sickfic #whump #sickie #whumpblr #sickfic prompts #fever whump #sick fanfic #sickfic dialogue #yandere #yandere whumper #kidnapped whumpee #hospital whump #writiehugs #whump writing #whump prompts #whump prompt #cardiophile #cardiophilia #rare sighting of sickiehugs not writing fluff

[scratchandplaster]

Stack The Deck - Tremors

CW: withdrawal, emetophobia, Carewhumper

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"I get the feeling that vomiting is like a hobby of yours."

Even thought Chris had to fight for this privilege, he manged to bring them into the bathroom again. Elliot perched between the wall and toilet, his tormentor sitting right across on the tub's edge and keeping a watchful eye out for him.

To Chris, it felt like they had been here before, in fact, more than once. He was certain it also would be the last time.

"I hate you," Elliot wheezed through chattering teeth and spat limpid bile into the bowl.

"Then you are in the best of company, I hate myself too. Look how much we have in common!" 

A sob, so defeated and frantic it hurt to listen, made Chris back off with a sigh: "It was just a joke. But you're not in the mood, huh?"

Sniffling and rubbing his nose against a sleeve of his sweater, too dried out for any tears, the trembling form was practically begging to be consoled. It had been a massacre when Chris handed out Elliot's old clothes. Sure, maybe it was a bit weird that he kept these old rags for months, but there was no need to shout himself croaky over a bit of memorabilia.

His mother told him that she gave them away - short and simple. Elliot had thought in terms of Goodwill or her coworkers' children, not right into the hands of the man he wanted her to stay miles away from. They had met, he knew that much now, and it made him dizzy with disgust again.

But Morris just stared, with these hungry eyes Elliot was caught in day in and day out.

He wanted to hold him, softly kiss his pain away or try a certain something else that could brighten Elliot's mood but Chris knew how a person in his condition was likely to act. Usually, he left this kind of behavior on the streets.

Speaking of which, Morris was still plagued by the hours spent in the dark. He had to figure out the truth, sooner rather than later.

"Nothing happened while I was gone."

The sallow face adorned with blood-shot eyes looked back in annoyance. Drenched in hot-cold shivers emerging from the inside, he just swallowed thickly. 

"Dutch, he...he didn't do anything, right?"

To his relief, Elliot quickly shook his head. Apart from the emasculation, they both got off cheaply, an untypical graciousness Dutch would surely love to dangle in front of Chris' face for the next few years.

Another retching came over Elliot's lips, just as sour tasting as the words he continued to repeat after each wave of nausea: "I'm not a junkie, nor your boyfriend."

Both was false, both were fallacies. Yet today was not the day to argue about labels, maybe it was the word itself that upset him so dearly - partner sounded too distanced in comparison. A lover one day, but well, for that Elliot needed to loosen up a bit more.

"Do you know the surefire way to figure out if someone's dope sick?"

"Enlighten me," Elliot gave a dirty hiss.

"You simply wait." 

He went cold turkey for what now, forty-eight hours? The worst was about to hit them both like a sledgehammer made from vegetative dysfunctions and paranoia.

Chris needed to brace himself for the collateral damage that waited for them during the mandatory week of isolation. After the storm, he could take Ell out for the first time to have a proper date, surrounded by the safe darkness of the docks and cheap gas-station wine. Or beer, or liqueur - whatever he preferred.

Elliot had other visions. As soon as the virus he probably caught on that goddamn bench eased up, he would be up and running out of Morris' grasp. And if he had to dig himself a hole into the floor below, nothing could keep him here for a minute longer!

Amber or what unlucky soul came before him knew too well what an unbelievable catch Chris was. With every minute spent in the same room, Elliot understood less and less how someone wanted to get involved with that man. He hoped Amber suffered twice as much under him. 

Not an ounce of sleep was granted to him, just fainting and dozing off for minutes at a time was possible, and even then he had to fear a curious hand hovering close above his nervous flesh. 

All he was given for dinner was a plastic cup full of soup. The ramen and broth were carefully separated in front of him, as if to show that it hadn't been tampered with and out of fear that the noodles would be spat out anyway, Chris seized them for himself. The now chilled instant terrine was not what Elliot had hoped for.

"Can I please have my meds?" he tried again, not consciously aware of why he made his voice soften and shoulders drop, "I'll do anything you want."

Chris' mesmerized gaze was entirely focused on the man who looked like death incarnate. If only he was allowed to kiss life back into his chapped lips. Anything, huh?

"Please!"

Morris shook his head sternly. Though it was nothing more than a temptation to withstand, he decided to let his deeds speak for themselves. New chances didn't wait around every corner, so he surely wouldn't waste this one: "Do you believe in fate?"

"Shut the fuck up," his lovely guest mumbled instead and twitched weakly away from Chris' foot, playfully searching for any sliver of contact.

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Masterlist]

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[inkblot22]

Malady

I mentioned this was coming, but it manifested creatively in a strange way. I hope you like it anyways.

TW for sickness, coughing, implied physical abuse, yandere, implied captivity with the illusion of freedom, and general insensitivity to being unhealthy.

You kept coughing in your sleep. No matter how much he wanted to leave you, he had to wake you up.

“Stop coughing.” He said, plainly.

“How am I supposed to stop coughing? I’m sick, Leona.” Your voice was tight, rasping and grating against his ears. 

“I can tell.” He sighed, rubbing his temples, “Guess we gotta get a doctor in here, huh?”

You shook your head and rolled over, wheezing something about not wanting to make a big deal out of a little cold. Leona stood and yawned, dramatically stretching as he walked to the door.

“Don’t go anywhere, herbivore.”

You didn’t respond. He didn’t mind that, since if you had responded you probably would have pointed out that you couldn’t go anywhere, be that due to your illness or the lack of knowledge as to where you were. Regardless of how wide-eyed and naive you were, you weren’t an idiot. You knew you were trapped.

Finding a servant was, as always, difficult. Usually you were the one who found one. It made sense. They liked you, they weren’t scared of you. You could poke your head out and find one. You didn’t possess magic, so it made sense. Once Leona found one, a rabbit beastwoman who was shaking in her boots as he approached, he gave her clear instructions to bring hot tea and medicine to his room. 

You were exactly where he left you, curled up in his bed and blankets. He approached and placed a single cold hand on your back.

“C’mon, herbivore. Can you sit up?”

You mumbled something and uncurled yourself, leaning against the pillow he’d propped against the headboard. He pressed his knuckles against your forehead and sighed again, ears twitching at the knock on his bedroom door.

The maid stopped shaking when she saw you. Her eyes filled with concern and she all but rushed to your side.

“You’re sick! Oh, this is awful!”

“I’ll be okay.” You griped, “I just need to sleep.”

The maids and manservants liked you. It made sense. You didn’t go out of your way to intimidate them, you were sweet and kind to them, reasoning that they did the most customer service of jobs, serving a whole family. They liked you.

“Hey.” He had to cut this short if you were going to get any rest at all, “Do me a favor.”

The maid began to shake again, standing and bowing, “Yes, Prince Leona?”

“Don’t tell my brother about this. I don’t need him coming around and keeping them up.”

“O-oh. Of course, your highness.” She didn’t take long to leave after that.

You sipped your tea and eyeballed him as he took a seat in a nearby chair. He growled at you.

“What?” You rasped.

“Stop staring at me.”

“You scared her off. Farena’s annoying but you didn’t have to do that.”

“Yeah? Would you want him giving whatever you’ve got to Cheka?”

You took another sip and smiled, sniffling, “Big softie.”

“Shut up. Get some sleep.”

You finished off your tea, curling back into his bed. Your voice was muffled under his blankets, “Leona.”

“What is it now, herbivore?”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“You’re being nicer than usual.”

He didn’t want to answer that. There was nothing he could answer it with, because he had to admit that you were correct. If you went just two months back, you’d be laying on the floor, unconscious and he’d be napping in the bed. You getting sick wasn’t planned, but neither was his bare-minimum kindness. An uncalculated move in his careful game of cat and mouse.

He gave you the one answer that he could think of, “Does it matter?”

You snored in response.

#tw sickness #tw sick mention #twisted wonderland #twst #tw physical abuse #leona kingscholar #yandere leona kingscholar #leona x reader #yandere leona x reader #sickfic #tw captivity

[oddsconvert]

The cool water felt like salvation on Josh’s fevered skin. (For the 5 sentence thing)

The cool water felt like salvation on Josh's fevered skin.

Felix dabs the soaked cloth across Josh's sweat-sheened forehead, gently stroking up and down Josh's shivering arms. A weary groan tumbles from Josh's dried lips, he fights against his fluttering eyelids slipping shut.

"I know...I know, my sweet prince", Felix hushes, cuddling up close to him, their body-heat mingling. Josh whines and mewls like a distressed kitten, his head fuzzy and pounding.

"I wish I could take your pain. My love, I won't ever leave your side. I'm right here."

#TY FOR THE ASK! <3 #Josh like 'pls leave my side so I can rest' #You know Felix is sitting by his bedside night and day #sickfic #illness whump #fever #dehyrdration #captivity #yandere whumper #creepy/intimate whumper #Josh Barlowe OC #Felix Conner OC #Play Pretend

[akashigadabi]

As promised, I have delivered the long-awaited hole content I’ve been completing and editing. Just my contribution toward destroying bloodlines and ruining souls.

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[4e7her]

october writing prompt #7 - accident + sick / injury

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character: jamil viper, twisted wonderland - others mentioned

contains: oc used as main character - not an x reader, slight yandere themes, male main character

view the oc here. for basics, he's more or less a black panther beastman (referred to as hybrid, as they are different things, but similar) named yuujirou. you can read the fanfic i'm writing for him here (quotev) or here (ao3).

Looking at the serpent in front of him, Yuujirou couldn't help but purse his lips with just a hint of distaste - nothing against Jamil, of course, but rather against what him being here meant.

You see, it wasn't exactly an ideal situation that the hybrid found himself in. It never seemed like it was.

Kalim had drug him into attending one of Scarabia's infamously spontaneous parties last night, and Yuujirou had ended up becoming ill. Not that he minded - leaving the gathering early was all but a blessing.

But, today, he was unfortunately made to stay home. So, here he was in Ramshackle, resting as much as he could without having Grim in his sights. He hadn't been expecting Jamil, evidently, especially with the blankets he had draped around him like a cloak, and his obvious bed-head.

"...So. Kalim sent you?"

"Yes, he insisted upon it." Jamil sighed, his stony façade breaking as he studied the panther with sharp eyes, relaxing in his presence and adjusting the items in his hold. Likely, a form of apology from Kalim. "Where has Grim gone off too? I thought he'd be taking the day off from classes as well."

He seemed fine for the most part, the serpent noted, despite how urgent he had been to just get out last night. For a moment there, he had even seemed like he was going to run out without any supervision to ensure that he would recover.

Everyone knew how impossible it was to find the hybrid when he wanted to remain hidden, so Jamil had been tasked with coaxing him back to Ramshackle - something he took pride in doing well even if it had led to him seeing the more concerning notes of last night.

The hybrid had been sick, violently so, and dazed beyond belief. It was something... far from comforting to see, knowing how sharp and present Yuujirou was at all times. Keeping him focused and cooperative was nearly impossible, but somehow, he had figured it out. A fact he was quite proud of - and one that had depressed Kalim to no end.

The panther hummed lightly, bringing the other back to the present, relaxing at the thought of his cub and gesturing for Jamil to come sit at the dining table with him.

"Jade offered to look after him for the day when he came by with Floyd this morning. He was quite upset when he heard that I wouldn't be there to help him stay entertained today, and when it came up Jade mentioned that it was the least he could do since I'm ill, with how much Floyd clings to me."

Jamil took a seat parallel from him, but cringed at the mention of the eels. "I truly... do not understand how you and them get along so well. But, I suppose that's not truly my business... It's likely better that you don't have to watch Grim while you're recovering, anyways. He must be a handful."

A nod from Yuujirou, and a thoughtful hum, even if he wouldn't have described the kit like that himself he couldn't deny the statements truth.

There's a moment of comfortable silence, both of them relaxing in the quiet company, and then shuffling when Jamil starts to present the things that he had brought with him.

"...I did my best to help Kalim select things that you would find useful, but I wasn't sure if there was any differences in medicines between beastmen and hybrids. If anything is out of place, let me know." His tone is clipped, but not unfriendly, and Yuujirou nods in understanding as his tail lazily swishes behind him.

"How are you feeling? Really, I'm unsure of how this even happened - I'll ensure that I find the mistake and amend it accordingly. If there's outside work to blame, I'll correct whoever thought to do this."

Yuujirou cocked his head at the sudden dark tone that Jamil's voice took, attentive as he looked at him with curious eyes.

"I'm sure it was just an accident, Jamil." He soothed unintentionally, not even noticing how much the serpent softened upon hearing his smooth voice. "That, or perhaps it was just something I'm unused to. There's many foods like that here, I've found... And, combined with the noise..."

It's the others turn to be curious, this time, full attention affixed to the hybrid in front of him at the casual admittance of what seemed to be a continued issue.

"Oh?" He prompted, but upon only receiving a nod, continued. "That seems that it would be quite a possibility, as well... Perhaps I'll have to ensure that you're able to experience more of the cuisine of the Scalding Sands..."

"And of the noise... I wish there was more I could do." Jamil sighs heavily, a wrinkle on his nose to go with his distasteful expression.

His eyes flick to Yuujirou's ears, almost hidden in his messy black hair, before focusing back on his face. Looking closely, one might've noticed his pupils dilate ever so slightly and how the slightest flush creeped up to his cheekbones, betraying his true emotions. He truly did care for the hybrid, didn’t he?

Clearing his throat, he regains both his train of thought and his composure, and continues. "As fond as Kalim is of you, I'm not quite sure that he'd give up on getting you to attend his meaningless celebrations."

Jamil doesn't bother to hold back the undercurrent of disdain in his voice as he normally would, sighing with a roll of his eyes, being rewarded by an affirming hum coming from Yuujirou.

"...I'm sure we'll work out a solution." Is what he decides upon answering, nuzzling into the blankets around him without much a thought, not even paying attention to how the serpent's heartbeat quickened as he sighed out in obvious contentment.

"I'd like to go back to resting, I think." The panther states after a few more moments of silence, blinking and rubbing his slightly bleary eyes. "You're free to take a break and stay at Ramshackle for awhile, if you'd like. It would be nice to have some good conversation."

Visibly lighting up, Jamil agrees before he can stop himself, and decides that it won't be so bad to get a bit behind on his tasks.

As long as he gets to stay with Yuujirou, and see this vulnerable state that few others were allowed to, he would be happy. It takes a moment for him to gain his composure, but once he does he helps the hybrid back up, letting him lead the way to the couch.

They spend the next while in comfortable quiet conversation, lazing as much as they could afford, soon falling into much needed sleep in each others company.

This will be quite the sight for whoever stumbles into them, hm?

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#twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #fanfiction #oc stuff #yandere #yandere content #gender neutral reader #gender neutral post #jamil viper #jamil x oc #scarabia #sickfic kinda #aether's ocs #aether's drabbles #twstober #october writing challenge

[dark-side-blog3]

I had a rough wisdom tooth extraction (as in, the procedure took an hour longer than expected and recovery is slow cause my roots were deep and close to nerves) and I keep thinking of your yanderes who enjoy forced agere with a darling. I think in my current state I wouldn’t be in any shape to resist them babying me… and maybe wouldn’t even mind. But just look at me! With my puffy cheeks, my words slurred and garbled, dropping food or even missing my mouth and making a mess because I can’t open my mouth much. I can only eat soft things, I get so sleepy, and I clearly can’t take care of myself… now what would you call that other than being a baby, hm? I’d be too tired and groggy to argue or fuss much… or if I did, I’d get cooed over for being such a poor, fussy little thing… baby’s mouth is so sore, they know! Of course I’d be cranky, poor dear. By the time I’d be aware enough, they’d be very settled into the new routine. Maybe they’d try to keep me on some of my meds longer… after all, their little darling is so sweet and obedient when I’m helpless and out of it. They can feed me, snuggle me, care for me… they know just what their little one needs. Keeping me drugged up a little longer can’t be so bad if it makes me dependent on them!

yeesh!! I hope you feel better soon, anon! That does sound rough.

Your yanderes would be very understanding that you might be a bit irritable the next few days-- scary dentists and a tooth extraction would make any kid a bit sensitive and whiny. Especially since now eating anything but soft foods hurts-- you can't even drink from a bottle, because the suction you'd need might hurt your poor sore gums more!

Drugging you seems to keep your wails to a minimum, and you don't cry nearly as much, so it's the right thing to do. And with a little extra dosing, you don't show any signs of discomfort! That's what's best for you after a botched dental job. The fact you can't firmly grasp any of your toys afterwards is just a side effect they're willing to deal with for you. It also means you need extra care with hygiene. You can't hold a toothbrush or soap yet. It's like you're a real baby that needs their help with everything!

#yandere agere #anon confession #yandere sicfic #yandere sickfic

[icycoldninja]

Icycoldninja's Rules

I have received requests from several anons who have expressed uncertainment regarding the rules for requests. To clear up all the confusion, I have put together a short list of rules I have in place for my blog.

This blog and all material posted has been and will remain politics and activism free.

Please be specific in what you want when you request (i.g. male reader, a character from a specific timeline, etc.) otherwise I will default to my preferences; more information on that is located below.

DEFAULTS:

Below are the versions of characters I default to unless otherwise directed:

DMC: DMC5!Dante, DMC5!Vergil, DMC5!Nero, DMC5!V

FFVII: FF7R! Sephiroth, FF7R! Reno, FF7CC! Angeal, FF7CC! Genesis, FF7AC! Kadaj, FF7AC! Yazoo, FF7AC! Loz,

Metal Gear: MGR:R! Raiden

Additionally, my default Reader (Y/N) for SFW situations is gender neutral; no pronouns are used, whereas my default reader for NSFW situations is female, so please specify if you would like a reader of a different gender.

WHAT I WRITE:

Below is a list of everything I will write (both SFW and NSFW).

Fluff (any kind)

Angst (any kind)

Dark themes (violence, death, non-con, torture, etc.)

Sickfics

Consensual non-consent (consensual rape; also called con non con)

Breaking 4th wall (Fics that have the character "speak" to the reader)

NSFW

Yanderes (either the Reader or character can be the yandere, it doesn't matter)

Tentacle kinks

Vibrator/dildo/pegging/sex machine kinks

Size difference kinks

Voyeurism kinks

Mutual masturbation kinks

Rimming

Cum fetishes

Nekos

WHAT I DON'T WRITE:

Omega/Alpha/Beta dynamics

Kinks that would be classified as "gross" (i.g. nosesucking)

Gangbangs

Watersports

Scat fetish

Foot fetish

Monsterfucking (with some exceptions, such as Dante's SDT)

Fics where the reader cheats

Furries

WHO I WRITE FOR (This list is subject to change) :

Sephiroth (FF7)

Reno (FF7)

Genesis (FF7)

Angeal (FF7)

Dante (DMC)

Vergil (DMC)

V (DMC)

Nero (DMC)

Kuja (FF9)

Vil Schoenheit (Twist)

Idia Shroud (Twist)

Floyd & Jade Leech (Twist)

Malleus Draconia (Twist)

Raiden (Metal Gear)

If you have any questions, don't be afraid to DM or send in an ask, I'll be more than happy to answer. Thank you very much for taking the time to read these rules, and have an awesome, motivated day.

#icycoldninja writes #icycoldninja's rules #Rules #Thanks for reading #Asks open #Requests open

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Febuwhump 2024 Masterpost

Helpless

Failed rescue, young caretaker

Solitary Confinement

Manipulative whumper, conditioned whumpee, implied self-harm, captivity

"Bite down on this"

Hero x Villain, Hero whumpee, Villain caretaker, rough caretaking

Obedience

magical whump, defiant whumpee, captivity

Rope Burns

arrest, cowboy whump

"You lied to me"

betrayal, argument between Whumpee and Caretaker, arguably bad caretaker

Suffering In Silence

Villain x whumpee, Villain caretaker, non sexual nudity, captivity whump

"Why won't it stop?"

rescue, shock collar

Bees

bees, captivity whump, unique restraints

Last Words

demon whumpee, public execution, reincarnation

Timeloop

Whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned whumper, magical whumpe, fae whumpee

Semi-conscious

delirious whumpee, escaping from hospital, hospital whump, recovery whump

"You weren't supposed to get hurt"

robot whumpee, mechanic caretaker

Blood-stained Tiles

Whumper turned whumpee, Caretaker turned whumper, knife wound

"Who did this to you?"

intimate whumper, caretaker x whumpee, drugged whumpee

Came Back Wrong

Caretaker turned whumper, well meaning whumper

Hostage

Sequel to Helpless, young caretaker, young whumpee, kidnapped for ransom

Too Weak To Move

manipulative whumper, semi-willing whumpee, medical whump, mention of amputation (temporary), regeneration abilities

"Please, don't"

Forced to hurt, begging, captivity whump, hand injury

Last Man Standing

hero whumpee, whumpee turned reluctant whumper, forced to hurt, loss of control of power, bad caretaker

Unresponsive

whipping, trying to call caretaker, conditioned whumpee

"You weren't meant to be there"

morally ambiguous caretaker, bad caretaker, held at knifepoint

Presumed Dead

undead Whumper, murder mention

"I’m doing this because I care about you"

villain x hero, Hero whumpee, Villain caretaker, sickfic, pure fluff

"I love you"

intimate whumper, defiant whumpee, yandere whumper, very vaguely spicy

"Help them"

whumpee x whumper, stockholm syndrome, injured whumper

Found Footage

Caretaker searching for Whumpee, recorded whump, emotional whump

"Not like this"

bad caretaker, reluctant whumper, carewhumper, whumper and caretaker working together, drugged whumpee

Not Allowed To Die

painful caretaking, necromancy, magical whump

#whumblr #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump masterpost #whump writing #my stuff

[corpsefang]

rules for requests & thirsts!

fandoms & characters i write for!

𓋹 kimetsu no yaiba/demon slayer

kyojuro rengoku ... tengen uzui ... giyu tomioka ... obanai iguro ... sanemi shinazugawa ... mitsuri kanroji ... tanjiro kamado ... inosuke hashibira ... zenitsu agatsuma ... genya shinazugawa ... kagaya ubuyashiki ... yoriichi tsugikuni ... muzan kibutsuji ... kokushibo ... douma ... akaza ... gyokko ... hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred) ... shinjuro rengoku

𓋹 touchstarved

vere ... ais ... keras ... leander ... mihn

what i will write!

dominant reader x submissive character

top or bottom reader so long as they are dominant

female or afab! gender-neutral reader

just about any genre: fluff, smut, angst, horror…

i write primarily in canon but ask me about AUs!

yanderes (reader must be somewhat willing)

a/b/o dynamics (alpha!reader x omega!character fics have me in a chokehold)

sfw things i like to write about: reverse comfort, bed sharing, confident/forward readers, vampires, monster/cryptid character au, yanderes, hybrid au, soulmate au, sickfics.

nsfw things i like to write about: mommy kink, master kink, dacryphilia, pet play, collars, corruption kink, overstimulation, edging, spit kink, blood kink, choking, pegging, facesitting, rimming, praise kink, degradation, feminization.

what i won't write!

submissive reader x dominant character

male reader

non-con

incest/stepcest

watersports/piss play/omorashi

foot fetish

#🪦 · cryptkeeping #rules

[lackofhonor]

<First Round Draft, Suggestions Welcome...please!>

Comfort Fic Masterlist

For when you need a little bit of comfort. Mix of AO3 and Tumblr links. I try to provide warnings but please message me if there is a particular warning or tag I should apply to the story or you can provide a one to three sentence summary. 

The Mandalorian

BobaDin Stress Relief Smut and Cuddles - By TranquilizedDropBear Boba and Din are idiots in love.

Refuge by @twistedstitcher27 - Din - Trauma, Mental Health, Fluff

Kingsman: The Golden Circle 

First Time Sleeping Together by @littleferal - Agent Whiskey - Fluff

Triple Frontier

Glory by @highsviolets - Frankie “Catfish” Morales - Fluff, Soft Smut

Star Wars: The Clone Wars & The Bad Batch

Rex and Stretch Marks by @rexxdjarin - Body Insecurity, Fluff

Anxiety Attack with Rex and The Bad Batch by @zoeykallus - Mental Health, Fluff

The Bad Batch Comforting You by @waiting-for-motivation - Fluff

Baati’gar by @galacticgraffiti - Commander Wolffe - Fluff, Soft Smut mentioned

Clone Boys with an Autistic S/O by @masterjedilenawrites - Fluff

What Is This Feeling? by @masterjedilenawrites - Hunter - Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Allow Me To Walk You Home Commander by @dancingwiththeplanets - Commander Cody - Fluff

Idiots in Love by @clonewarslover55 - Commander Thorn - Fluff

I Won’t Leave by ? - Crosshair - Hurt/Comfort, Smut

Humor Me by @happytroopers -Crosshair - Sickfic, Comfort

Welcome Company by @uponrightful - Commander Wolffe - Comfort, Fluff

Kenobi

Yandere Homeless Clone x Plus Size Reader by @jetiisyandereclones - Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Soft Smut

Arcane

Comfort by @silcoitus - Silco -  Hurt/Comfort, Description of Violence, Mental/Emotional Health, Soft Smut

Close Your Eyes by @sweatandwoe - Silco - Fluff

Exhausted by @sweatandwoe - Silco - Smut mentioned, Fluff

Look At Me by @honey-tongued-devil - Silco-  Hurt/Comfort, Mental Health

It’s Been a Long Day by @starsinmylatte - Silco - Fluff

Are You Cold? by @ace-of-zaun - Silco -Fluff

Between Sleep by @a-gal-with-taste - Silco - Fluff

#comfort #comfort fic #clone wars #the bad batch #the mandalorian #star wars #arcane #pedro pascal

[blanketbvby]

—–- • ★ name: sorin / mozi

–- • ★ age: 17

- • ★ pronouns: he / she

★ boundaries:

no nsfw in asks (suggestive things are fine as long as it's nothing more than hickeys, bites, or banter, im a minor, not a child /hj)

no flooding asks if i don't do a request you want, i may just not be comfortable with it or might not know how to do a request you have

don't flirt with me in any way, i'm not comfortable with that + tumblr isn't where you should be looking to hook up anyways -<-

I have a very irregular posting schedule due to being a junior in high school and providing for family, but will make active attempts at trying to post more often as of December 11th, 2023

get off my page if you support israel, you're not welcome here and will be blocked :)

★ requests more likely to be done:

fluff

hurt/comfort

sickfics or injuryfics

non-feminine alligned

headcanons

detailed or unique ideas

yandere characters/reader

platonic (simply because they're rarer and i like more unique posts)

★ fandoms:

- • ★ twisted wonderland & obey me!

–- • ★ vanitas no carte & bungo stray dogs

—–- • ★ genshin impact & kuroshitsuji

#blanketbvby #first post kinda nervous lol #hello tumblr :] #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #obey me x reader #vnc x reader #genshin x reader #bsd x reader #kuroshitsuji x reader