#yandere space explorer

[compact-turtle]

I'll listen to you next time. Okay? ~

Concept: Yandere Space Explorer x Gn Reader: Spicy Edition

Summary: Orion ignores your pleas to stay home and decides to follow you into the jungle.

TW: NS//FW, finger/ing, dub-con?, biting, general yandere stuff, riding, just being horny yk

Word count: 1.4k

Note: I'm like a thousand followers late but here's the first part of the thousand (now 2 thousand?!?!) follower celebration I promised!! I plan on breaking it up into 3 different posts for each character. First will be Orion, then Ivar and Atticus last!

Entry Date XX-XX-XXX Y/n has begun hoarding large amounts of food lately. No preference for food in the pile with the exception of Aishi flowers. Behavior lately has been erratic. Body language suggests uneasiness and anxiety. They’ve instructed me to stay in the hut for a few days while they leave on a journey. They brought all the Aishi flowers with them along with half the food pile. In order to understand their behavior, I am choosing to ignore their request and will follow them. I have- 

"Oh fuck” Orion whispered as he finally noticed how lifeless the jungle had suddenly become. 

He was utterly absorbed in finishing his journal entry, neglecting to watch his surroundings despite your repeated warnings. Orion couldn't determine how long the forest had been silent. 

He quietly packed up his items, his heart pounding and his breath quickening.

It's fine. You were pretty close. You were just a few hundred feet inside a nearby cave that he'd tracked you down to. 

 Keep calm. Orion reminded himself multiple times as his feet picked up the pace. His eyes caught a glimpse of something purple stalking him. 

No more calm. 

Orion booked it. He clutched his satchel tightly while weaving through the jungle. Roots nearly tripped him. The jungle began to blur into a confusing tapestry of blue, green, and every other color. 

Suddenly, he was pinned to the ground. Its sharp teeth flashed, and a disgusting smell wafted into his nose. 

"GET OFF ME" Orion yelled as he attempted to kick the beast off him. 

The kick did very little to harm it. At most, he probably annoyed the creature. The beast growled and opened its mouth wider. 

Something pushed the giant beast off him just as it was about to take a bite. The beast staggered back in shock. A large howl escaped the beast.

You jumped on top of it with a blade in your head. You quickly shoved your blade into the side of the beast. Cries of pain echoed from it as he watched you take the knife out of its neck. It shook you off its back, and you fell onto the ground. Quickly, it ran into the jungle. 

"WHY YOU HERE? SUPPOSED TO STAY HOME!" You screamed at him. Your body was sluggish as it dragged itself off the ground.

"I wanted to make sure you were doing okay! You've been acting so weird lately and-." 

"Go home. Now." 

Without looking back, you slowly walked into a nearby cave. Orion tip-toed behind you into the cave, trying not to upset you any further. A makeshift leaf curtain door covered the entrance. The cave was small and had a dead end. A pile of aishi flowers was littered around with a musk smell.

You immediately collapsed onto the flower when you walked in. Your body giving up as it pushed itself past the limit. Orion rushed over to you. At first, he assumed you were injured in the fight with the predator.

His eyes darted in surprise when he realized you were bare. He pulled you into his arms with your back facing him. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you buried yourself in his arms. It took Orion a few seconds to understand what was wrong with you. A small smile snaked itself way onto his lips. 

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I didn't know it was your heat and mating season! You should've said something to me. I would've helped you. "Orion said sweetly as he traced his finger down your back. You gave a soft mew and shuddered underneath his touch. 

"Nooo. Give me flowers. I eat." You cried, trying to fight him. "I need it!"

Orion reached over and gently fed you a flower. Your body began to cool down, and your mews died down. The sensitivity is fading away. A look of soberness slowly leaked into your eyes. 

Hm. No wonder you were collecting these so much. They were meant to suppress your heat. Still, you didn't need the flowers now that he was here to assist you. He snatched the flower from your hand. You whined as he took it away. 

Orion resumed teasing your body. His finger stopped at the base of your tail. He wrapped his fingers around it, following its length until the tip. He marveled at the flexibility of your tail as it wrapped around his arm in pleasure. The fur underneath his skin was soft like the blankets in your room. 

 When his fingers reached the end, he circled them around it and toyed with it. Tiny trembles reverberated through your body. You began to pant more. Drool slipped over the side of your mouth, and a flushed color began to paint your skin.

"Does it feel good? Am I a good boy helping you?" 

"Nooooo. Stop. No touch," You babble incoherently. 

"Hm? It doesn't feel good here. I'm so sorry. Let me try somewhere else." Orion apologized teasingly while he nibbled on your ear.  

His finger began to trail down lower from your tail. Gently, he pried your legs apart. He slowly slipped his finger inside you. You writhed when Orion pushed it in. Your tail curled up, and your eyes glazed over in pleasure. 

Your hole was wet as it ached for him. It wrapped around his finger as he pushed in and out of it. Wet slick coating the entire finger. The sensation of your hole was exhilarating with the pressure around it as he added another finger. As his fingers curved inside you, the feeling intensified around him. He shivered in bliss as your back arched, trying to make the fingers go in deeper. 

Your voice echoed through the cave. He listened as you mewed out small chirps and cries. He adjusted your head and began to suck on your tongue. Greedily, he relished the taste of your mouth. The taste of your mouth was so sweet, like honey. It brought him pure bliss, and he was almost ready to explode. 

His cock ached and was sore inside his pants. He began to grind on your back, desperate for release. He lapped at your tounge and it felt like he'd drank ambrosia from the gods. Every drop dripped from his mouth straight into his very essence. He couldn't take it anymore as he rubbed himself into your back.

Suddenly, you ripped your lips off of him. A throbbed headache resounded as you pushed him on the floor. His fingers leave your tight hole. 

He watched you get on top of him. You sat on top of him, and your tail pinned his hands to the ground. You tore off his pants. His cock managed to spring free. He moaned as you tried to sit down on him. Your body desperately tries to take his entire length. You shifted and shuffled in various directions, trying to make it fit. 

Finally, your walls managed to take him in. You slicked up his dick with your nectar and pushed it inside yourself deeper. He groaned at how tight you were inside. It almost felt suffocating. Still, he adored the way you devoured him, and was still ravenous for more.

"Can I finish inside you? Please, please, please, let me," Orion begged as you moved your hips, "You feel too good. I'll do whatever you want. Just let me finish in you." 

"No. Ri, not listen to me. Bad boy today." You said through gasps.

You leaned down and bit his neck as punishment for even asking that. Something in him broke. He knew it was too soon. You just put it inside, and he wanted to fill you up. 

He tried to listen and hold back. However, the image of you full of him pushed him over the edge. Your belly filled with him to the brim. Your sweet slick mixed with his salty seed. Your delicate skin is stained with his dirty white liquid. Afterward, you'd lift yourself up and spill the extra fluid your hole couldn't contain. 

A slight whine escaped your lips as Orion made his fantasy a reality. He painted your walls white and moaned as you took it all in. He couldn't help it. Listening to you call him a bad boy while riding him was too much. 

"I'm sorry for not listening to you today. Let's do it again, and I'll listen to you this time. Okay?" 

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[delightfulcrasher]

What would the male version of Donna Beneviento look like? And what would your yandere version look like?

You know what, I haven't actually seen many gender swapped versions of the other lords. So I will throw my own hat in the ring and present my own design:

I tried to keep the design as close to the original as possible, thinking the frock coat would be the most similar to Donna's dress. There isn't really a male equivalent to the hidden mother (At least not that I found) so I improvised by putting a veil over a top hat, similar to a mourning veil Victorian widows would wear. I even included Angus for fun, look upon him in all his spooky glory!

Yandere Don Beneviento:

I’ll give you one word: Clingy.

Given their tragic childhood and tendency to latch onto figures like Father Mirus, you can bet your bottom dollar that Don has taken a special liking to this new guest introduced before the Lords.

I want to say the master of the Beneviento house speaks up at the meeting, or at least, Angus does. Skipping down off Dons lap and proclaiming that they would be the ones to take care of the trespasser. 

The only other option is a crazed engineer wanting to put them through her newest cannibalistic crash course, and the other is an overzealous (also cannibalistic) vampiric man who wants to turn their blood into wine. So reader, how do they like their chances?

Once the darling sets foot on Beneviento grounds, they had better get acquainted with it. The house, the waterfall, and the gardens surrounding it is all they are going to see. 

For the first part, Don would communicate through Angus. An old-fashioned ventriloquist puppet dressed in a wedding suit. Although maybe a tad off-putting, he doesn’t feel entirely comfortable to talk to them as himself just yet. Once he does, he talks in short, quiet sentences. 

“Don’t leave... I can’t let you.”

He’s always close the reader, only staying an armlengths away. There’s something about their presence that comforts him, makes him feel safe. Often times he’ll seek his darling out just to hold them. It reassures him they’re still here.

For the most part, his darling is free to roam about the house, there are little expectations, the only one being to stay and care for him. If the darling can do that, it will be a pleasant experience for the both of them. 

If his darling were to betray his trust, doing something as simple as cowering away from him or attempting to leave, will result in punishment. Lowering them down into the basement and having them fend off their greatest fear. He doesn’t want to do it, but until they learn their lesson, they’re stuck down there begging and crying to be released. He will provide aftercare. Taking them in his arms and reminding them not to repeat the mistake. 

Don can also infect his surroundings. Mostly done through flowers, he would secrete a hallucinogenic substance in order to keep up appearances. Everything seems... Different. More accommodating, more pleasant. 

Or is that just what he wants his darling to see? They can never be sure. Sometimes the food tastes too sweet, and the environment so inviting it beckons them. The way Don see’s it, as long as the reader is happy, they’ll never leave him.

So let’s not waste time and energy trying to escape. They’ve got everything they need here, darling. Just drink the tea and try to ignore the constant chill clutching onto their spine, unless they want to be stuck in a one-sided illusion for the rest of their days.

#mod answers #don beneviento #yandere #yandere x reader #I'll think I'll add him to the list of characters you can request headcannons for #I think Donna is a very interesting character and I would love to explore her lore more #I probably should have waited a little longer to post this to space my posts better #but I am having brainrot about this man SO EVERYONE ELSE MUST SUFFER WITH ME #SUFFER MY LOVLIES #Posting twice within a week? #unheard of who am i #I just started writing and didn't stop help

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Yandere Wild West Outlaw!'s Reaction to You Trying to Escape

Warnings: Slight Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Thoughts, Dominant Outlaw Confirmed, Kidnapping, Restraining/Binding, Binding Kink ( 👀), Punishment, Outlaw having Intrusive Thoughts, Forced Proximity (And They Were Roommates), No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

♡ He has you tied down to a chair so quickly you don’t even get the chance to feel the wind being knocked out of you.

♡ Yandere Outlaw hasn’t survived this long by letting pretty little things like you turn the tables on him. And if his unwavering strength and endurance aren’t enough to confirm that, his knotting skills are.

♡ “Thought ya could pull the wool over my eyes, didn’tya,” the Outlaw drawls, pulling the rope tight over your wrists, panting, recovering from your frolic with freedom.

♡ He leans in, close enough that you can smell the rock-beaten freshness of his shirt, can feel the warmth of his anger radiating against your skin.

♡ “Suppose I’ll just have to discipline ya. Make ya nice and obedient.”

♡ Despite the low, husking tone of his voice, the quiet promise of promiscuity in his drawl, Outlaw’s rendition of punishment comes as… solitude.

♡ He leaves you tied to that chair for hours, riding off into the desert, leaving you with nothing to entertain you save for your thoughts and the wonderings of what he’d do to you when he returned.

♡ You might view this as a cold, calloused method of behavioural conditioning. Starving you, not letting you stretch your legs or go to the bathroom.

♡ Of course, the punishment is still horrific. But, rather unintentionally so.

♡ You see, in the moments between Outlaw’s two-minute tango between you, himself and his rope, something in his brain had switched. Snapped.

♡ Having you look up at him with wide eyes as you writhed beneath his touch, the burn of the rope, the pleas starting to fall from between your lips for him to let you go, stirred something in him. A primal frenzy. A dark need.

♡ Yandere Outlaw can’t think straight, his mind flooding with involuntary ideas, notions of what he could do with – to – you while you’re bound and at his mercy.

♡ He doesn’t know what happened; why having your body pressed so closely to him in such a thrashing, violent, desperate encounter has left him with a heavy burden in his heart and in…other places.

♡ He’s wrangled captives before and they’ve never had the same licentious effect as you did. Then again, he’s never kept a captive for this long, either. And certainly not willingly.

♡ Yandere Outlaw eventually returns, the thought of you helpless in that chair weighing heavy on his mind all day, taking him down avenues and annals of thought he’d only have the opportunity to explore under the cover of darkness.

♡ Of course, he was concerned that you must be hungry by now. Thirsty, too.

♡ That, and…

♡ How there’d be nothing to stop him from having his way with you.

♡ Yandere Outlaw shakes his head, his horse letting out a puff, as if she could read his mind. Don’t, she told him.

♡ “Don’t worry,” he said, voice quiet. He patted her mane, rubbed the space between her ears. “I won’t.”

♡ Upon Yandere Outlaw’s return, he cuts you loose. He doesn’t apologise, but his silence is thick enough with the accent of shame that you can tell he regrets, in whatever slim capacity, what he’s done.

♡ He puts together a simple meal tonight, either for a lack of trusting that you won’t spike his meal with one of the earth’s thousand natural poisons, or as an apology for his actions.

♡ That night, as you lay next to the Outlaw in bed, your hands and legs bound to the bedposts, the Outlaw looks over you. Watches you.

♡ He doesn’t know why the image of you being tied up hadn’t aroused him as much as it had earlier. Especially now, of all times, with you sleeping beside him, entirely incapable of defending yourself if he acted on his primal desires.

♡ Perhaps it was the thrill of the prospect of having everything on the line, of losing you. Perhaps it was the display of his strength, his ability to make you do whatever he pleased through physical force alone.

♡ Yandere Outlaw tried to dampen his thoughts by placing his hat over his face; to stop the heat he was certain made his cheeks glow in the pitch blackness of the cabin. 

♡ And to stop the onslaught of another issue. 

♡ Taking a dip in the cold waters of the river this time of night didn’t much appeal to him. Especially when he could indulge himself a little longer in the image of you gagged, bound and entirely his.

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[yanderenightmare]

Can we get one of my man geto 🫢 just him getting turned on by seeing the way he makes you cry.

Geto Suguru

TW: yandere, dubcon/noncon, punishment, Geto using the word monkey, reader has no cursed energy

gn reader

He unleashes gross curses on you every now and again when you get bratty with him. Harmless but effective – the ones that swallow up half your body and make you scream for him to help you. 

He sits peacefully, elbows on his knees with his head resting in his palm – one eye closed and the other observing you in amusement with a tiny smirk playing on his lips – watching you squirm.

Your whiney whimpers make him chuckle as he lazily gets up. Letting it get to your throat before leisurely lifting a large hand, exorcising it with a single simple swipe.

It disperses without a fight and you stumble to the floor trembling, breaths chocked and eyes wild while he crouches down to your level, cradling you as you shiver with hitched sobs – still feeling hundreds of wet tongues and curious fingers fondling every inch of your body, ears ringing with the distorted lustful utterings of all the things the filthy curse was planning on doing to you.

“Gonna behave for me now, monkey?” He questions softly, his smirk having relaxed into a gentle smile as he tucked a loose lock of hair behind your ear – seemingly affectionately.

But there’s no doubt he has zero respect for you, you think, remaining silent while looking up into those slitted eyes of his – feeling like a mouse being toyed with by a cat, lying wounded in its claws.

He lays his warm palm against your cheek, and you flinch with a sharp intake – offering but small whimpers as he holds your face and those big peeled eyes that look up at him in pure terrified dread. Only returning your cowering with a soft-spoken threat. “It’s either me or more monsters.” 

“No-” You gulp, urgently clutching the drapey sleeve of his yukata. “I’ll behave- I promise- I’m sorry- please… no more monsters.” You cry against his chest, muffled with tears while burying your face, yet still coherent enough to make him gently pat your head in response.

“Alright then.” He hums soothingly, pleased – his smile only widening when scooping your legs up, lifting you from the floor, and carrying you back all those confusing hallways you’d just run down. His steps – unbothered and slow – are satisfied in a sense as he holds you to his chest, returning you to his room, where he sets you down on the bed like before.

You sink down in it, your face damp from the tears. Raw and still choking back sniffles, your lips quiver in comprehension as he curls a finger beneath your chin and lifts your head to receive his lips.

He gives you tongue, and you accept it with a weak moan, dropping your back against the duvet in defeat while feeling him crawl over you. Bed creaking under the weight and sending shivers through you.

His hand, big and warm, brushes over your thigh, lifting your tattered nightshirt on his way to rub circles into your midriff with his lips still caught on yours, licking at the sweet salt of freshly fallen tears slipping down your cheeks – groaning at the taste.

He undoes the knots to his layers and lets it all slip to the floor unceremoniously, revealing pale muscles before he bears back down against you – mouth open and clashing against yours with a hungry growl. 

His lips soon slip from yours down your neck, nibbling on your collar before leaving suckling kisses on your chest, and you’re reminded of the offending mouths who'd been licking your skin only a while ago – feeling his hand knead the flesh of your thighs, exploring the space between them, quite like the horny digits who'd earlier been exploring you just the same…

And you’re left to wonder if there’s really any difference at all.

#yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #yandere geto #yandere geto suguru #yandere suguru #geto suguru #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto smut #suguru smut #jjk suguru #geto x you #geto x y/n #suguru #jjk imagines #jjk #jjk x reader

[yaksha-lover]

octavinelle won the poll, so here y’all go

cw: yandere octavinelle x reader, marine researcher au

It was your legs, they said, which first enraptured them.

They’d never seen human legs before, not so close that they could reach out and stroke across the lustrous skin. Their slimy, web-like hands squeezing the plush of your thighs, sliding down to drag their sharp claws gently over your calves, before moving to your feet, fascinated by the rotation of your ankles.

You’d shuttered at the touch, but back then, you’d told yourself that all their curiosity would be worth indulging in if it meant completing your research project. You were just lucky to have encountered mermen actually willing to work with you.

But that was the thing - it was never just a simple touch. Azul was better than the twins, but even he pushed your boundaries when he knew he could get away with it.

It was a simple trade, a quid pro quo: they’d teach you about mermen, and you’d teach them about humans. It was entirely fair, Azul had said, that if you were poking around in their business, they should be allowed to understand yours as well.

Unfortunately for you, they were all hands-on learners.

A question from Jade about hamstrings turned into a graze of claws along your thigh, exploring wherever he wished. At the beginning, you might’ve assumed he was the most normal of his group. He’d feigned respect, apologizing for the inconvenience, but the glint in his eyes and the serrated teeth peeking out behind his gentle grin made you think twice.

Azul’s ‘fascination’ about mammalian swimming capabilities was his excuse to get you into the ocean, his tentacles poking and prodding at your flesh curiously. He’d even generously offered to carry you in his many arms: only once he’d forced you too far out into the ocean for you to fight against the current, of course.

Floyd didn’t care to keep up the same pretences as Jade and Azul. If he wanted his part of the exchange to be dragging you out into the ocean and watching you struggle until he swooped in to save your exhausted body from drowning, he’d do it. He’d laugh in your face too, making sure to take his sweet time getting you back to shore, while being sure to make himself comfortable cuddling you into him when you were too tired to tell him to give you some space.

Even then, you’d tell yourself it was worth it. Not just listening to them, but really living with mermen gave you the chance no other researcher had ever had.

Sometimes it wasn’t so bad.

You had to admit, Azul’s surprising neediness sent a pang of guilt to your heart for being separated from him for so long on the days you returned to your lab to report your findings to your supervisor. You’d let him cling to you those days, his tentacles gripping across your entire body, as you reassured him that you wouldn’t just disappear one day.

Jade was a surprisingly good listener and a thoughtful conversationalist. He was perfectly content to let you ramble and complain about your manipulative boss or terrible pay, as long as you allowed him the pleasure of resting your head on his lap, his fingers combing through your hair, unexpectedly mindful of his claws.

Even Floyd had his good days, when he was satisfied by you hanging onto his shoulders, his arms gripping your thighs as he gave you a ride across the coast, ensuring he stayed high enough up for you to comfortably keep your head above water.

You’d become so comfortable with them, it was hard to see what was becoming of your relationship with the mermen. The change from low-tide to high-tide went unnoticed, as you sank into the depths, not realizing your mistake until there was nothing left for you to do but thrash helplessly.

It began when Azul started bringing you gifts. He’d gotten progressively more shy, the more he got to know you, the savvy businessman front he’d thrown up falling away to something else. He wasn’t really any less manipulative, but this time he used his emotions to prey on your kindness instead.

You were lucky enough to have gone into your research knowing more about mermen courting rituals than the average human, giving you the sense to try and put up boundaries between you and Azul. No matter how much you cared for each other, your relationship was one of professionalism, as upon your initial agreement.

Azul had only pouted and proceeded to sulk. How could you not accept his gift of a iridescent seashell? He’d gotten it just for you, it was beyond rude to reject it after all the trouble he went through. And here he was, presenting it to you without the expectation of anything in return. That was rare for him, to be so altruistic.

He’d suggested he might be tempted to hide away forever with his embarrassment, forcing you to accept his gift, despite your hesitancy. Your boss had been very clear that messing up this project meant the termination of your job, and that wasn’t something you could afford right now.

The shell certainly was beautiful, but that only made things worse. Azul absolutely insisted that you keep it with you at all times, so to keep him happy, you’d strung it on a neckless to wear.

Spotting it on your neck only made Floyd pout, and the cycle of upsetting and caving to the needs of your mermen began again.

Jade wasn’t as jealous as Floyd, so he didn’t demand anything extra of you, even after noticing the ‘claim’ Azul had placed on you with his courting gift. He was perfectly happy to watch you squirm under Floyd’s attentions, though.

Floyd had insisted that it wasn’t fair. Azul had gotten to breach that line with you, cross a boundary you’d set for them long ago. That meant you must favour him, right? That wasn’t very nice of you, Shrimpy. Better do something to make it up to him, to show Floyd that you like him just as much as Azul.

Careful, Jade had warned, Floyd tends to be much less…kind, when he doesn’t get what he wants.

That was all it took for you to cave, allowing Floyd to push back your shoulders so that you laid flat against the wet sand, the waves brushing gently against your ankles every few seconds.

He quickly pushed up beside you, slimy hand taking your cheek in his palm and brushing his thumb across your lips as he turned you to face him. You’d only had a second to catch a glimpse of his thrilled look before he crashed your lips against his own.

Soft lips parted your own and a long tongue pushed into your mouth, his sharp teeth almost catching on your flesh.

Floyd pulled back after he was satisfied, grinning at you and promising to come back with a special treat for you later, before diving back into the ocean and disappearing.

A soft chuckle reminded you that you weren’t alone. Floyd always was impatient, Jade had admonished. You’d barely noticed him creeping closer. But now that you’d given his brother and Azul something, he’d admitted to feeling left out.

A kind soul like yourself would hate to let that go on, wouldn’t you?

As your shoulders were gently laid in the sand once again, it was Jade’s form which hovered over you this time.

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[yestrday]

: ̗̀➛ LOVE BITES. yan! isagi yoichi / gn! reader / yan! kurona ranze

you don't know what to do but spit fire and hate at two kidnapping psychos who can't even keep their lips off each other. they could at least have the decency to not do it in front of you :/

+ waaaah idk this writing feels lazy but i love love loooove poly yanderes and i wanted to try exploring it...

( once again. how do kissing scenes work. slight bl00d. poly relationship. implied other poly relationships who are also out to getcha )

ever since their blue lock days, kurona had always been isagi’s partner-in-crime. of all the partners yoichi could have chosen, he who had came later in his life was the one who won isagi’s trust and hand. and now he and isagi conquered together– in every match, in every television appearance, and now most importantly, you.

“kurona,” isagi murmurs, his delicate yet calloused fingers running up and down your bare hips. called by his silent command, kurona leans in closer, and his lean body presses itself on your shivering back. there is a silent intimacy in the air, simply indescribable by words. alone in the shadows of their shared living space, with only the occasional sliver of moonlight whenever the curtains flutter, the three of you press your heated bodies together.

isagi casts his gaze upon him, benevolent and possessive. it’s a cross between the kind off-field isagi and the cruel maestro of the court, and kurona finds himself shuddering under his gaze. “kurona,” he calls again. “talk to [your name] for me, please?” he sends him a pleading look, obviously disappointed that none of his attempts to consoling you is working. “i think they’re still scared of me.”

“mmm, is that true, [your name]?” he nuzzles into your nape and hugs your waist. your breath hitches when you feel his fingers dig into your skin– not harsh and blood-drawing as you expected, but well, who can blame you for your paranoia? “why’re you scared of isagi? of me? hmm?” your nape is soft against his nose, and he lets out a content sight. “we’re taking good care of you, aren’t we?”

you can’t help but whimper when he finally places all his body weight on you, treating you like a mere plushie as you’re now squished between isagi and kurona. “that’s right,” isagi hums, idly playing with your hair. “whatever you want, you can ask. we’re pros now, [your name]. we can buy you anything you want.”

you bite your lip, sending a teary glare up at isagi. he smiles so kindly, just like the kind boy you once cheered on blue lock tv. you can feel kurona’s gentle touch on your stomach too, and keenly aware of how capable he is of hurting you with just one clench. “i want to go back home.”

kurona and isagi share a quiet laugh. “everything except for that, that is.” the blue-haired boy even has the gall to send you an apologetic smile. “sorry.”

“we need you here with us,” kurona whispers, as sweet as he can be. his teeth graze against your nape once again but before he pulls away he takes a nip at your skin again, with more warning than the last. “you’re our prize, our trophy, our love. all of us love each other, yeah? you love us, and we love you too. how could you handle being away from us?” he has the gall to say all of this like it’s fact, imposing their feelings on you even when your face contorts into disgust with every delusion he spouts.

“i don’t think i would wanna live without you and isagi,” kurona whispers into your skin, as if sharing a secret. isagi’s one arm slings itself around kurona, now having the two of you huddled in his arms. “i think i’d die. yeah, i’d die.” sometimes, you think that kurona might just as much of a prisoner as you are. isagi likes to play nice all the time but both of them know how cruel and manipulative he could be, and how tightly he has kurona wound around his finger. but you watch as isagi smiles endearingly at the boy, pressing a kiss on his lips. then when he pulls away, kurona lets out a low whine, isgai’s breath hitches, and he dives in again for yet another albeit messier kiss. you cringe and look away.

chuckling, isagi gently holds the back of your hair— slightly squeezing the strands as warning— and guides your vision back to them. isagi is watching you from the side of his eye, smirking as he continues with that messy and drooly kiss. kurona struggles to even open his eyes, too pleasure-struck as he leans into the kiss. “watch, [y. name]. you could learn a lesson or two,” he chuckles. “kurona’s always so good for you and me. you should see what you’re missing.”

 “i’m not missing out anything,” you sneer, though you’re only speaking to air as isagi redirects his energy into making out with kurona. “you two are sick. keeping me here and subjugating me to your every whims. you’re perverted psychos, that’s what you fucking are.” 

kurona’s eyes slant slight, looking somewhat like a kicked puppy as you spout venom at the both of them. isagi just looks more amused than anything and he finally releases kurona from his hold. the sharp-toothed holds both of your hands in his as he looks up at you pleadingly as he presses your cold palm against his cheek. “[y. name], you’re here because we want to protect you. everyone out there wants a piece of you… kaiser and ness… nagi and that millionaire. isagi just wants the best for you.” he presses a soft kiss to your palm. “for the both of us.” 

you want to refute this, that the only reason why they locked you away is so their other equally psycho competitors won’t find you and take you for themselves. but kurona’s eyes and gentle acts have a way of prodding at your heartstrings and you feel like you were falling for this stupidly effective manipulation tactic of his. so instead you sigh and look away from him, gritting your teeth with hardened eyes.

“now, now, don’t be too stubborn,” isagi laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “you’re going to be with us for a lo~ng time. might as well learn how to love it.”

you bite your lip to silence yourself and watch as kurona smiles gently at you, nestling himself right beside isagi’s head. “love you so much, both of us,” he murmurs into your skin. his sharp teeth graze the soft flesh, making you stiffen and your fingers dig into isagi’s thigh in alarm. “you’ll accept our love, won’t you?”

“of course they will, kurona,” isagi affirms, not even waiting for your response. “don’t feel too guilty.”

a silence between them happens, sharing some sort of secret message you’re not privy to. soon, kurona’s lips twitch into a smile—

and his teeth dig into your neck, blood seeping from the broken skin as you scream at the pain. warmth shoots through your neck, something trickles downwards and under your shirts, and you stare wide-eyed at the ceiling as you hear nothing but your own shallow breaths. kurona hums beside you, licking the marks in apology, and one fearful glance at him has you flinching at how he licks the blood from his lips with that ever-gentle expression.

“looks s’ pretty on you, kurona,” isagi says appreciatively, pressing down on his lower lip with his thumb and kurona opens his mouth so he can get a full view of the mess within his mouth. “must taste really good, huh? especially with the way you’re blushing.” 

he’s right, your mind manages to comprehend. his eyes are lidded as his tongue swipes at his teeth to get every drop and the blush on his pale face tells you just how much he’s enjoying this. the man’s a sick pervert. how could i fucking forget?

“don’t be so angry, [y. name].” isagi swipes a trickle of blood from your skin and presses it against kurona’s lips, who too eagerly sucks on his finger to get more of the taste. “it’s the least you could do for hurting kurona’s feelings. our feelings.” 

you don’t quite have the energy to even bite back. in defeat, you slump against isagi and close your eyes to the sound of kurona’s hungry slurps and isagi’s encouraging moans.

sick fucks.

maybe you should let yourself get kidnapped by reo. better the collar than getting bitten. probably.

#yandere blue lock #blue lock #yandere x reader #yandere isagi yoichi #yandere kurona ranze #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi #kurona ranze #yester.writes

[jaevie]

Wrong Hands

Pairing: bodyguard!Jaehyun x mafia(afab)!reader

Genre: Yandere vibes, smut, kind of angsty sometimes.

Word count: 6.3k

Summary: When your father arranges your marriage to a mafia heir, your bodyguard, who has been in love with you since you were kids, isn't letting you fall into the wrong hands.

Warnings: Consensual non-consent, kidnapping, knife play, shibari, fingering, humiliation/degradation, dirty talking, oral (female receiving), little blood play, abdomen riding, unprotected sex. This fic also contains mentions of death and drug abuse.

N/A: One more for the list, and another that came out before expected. And even though I did some proofread, it was not perfect. Enjoy it!

© This fic is an original work from jaevie, 2023. 

The color of the sky was a dusky purple that matched your satin lilac dress. There was a delicate daisy behind the shell of your ear, that a boy had personally put. Your hands were on his cheeks, small, innocent and gentle. Your lips tasted like vanilla ice cream, irises reflecting gold under the last rays of sunlight when you kissed him.

He had never been kissed before. 

“You taste wet,” you hummed, making the boy chuckle.

“Do you like it?”

“I dunno. Let me check again.”

You placed another peck on his mouth, taking the chance to lick his lower lip, and retracted with a lovely laugh. 

A laugh Jaehyun still remembered, twenty years ago, as he kept watch on your bedroom door.

You two were six, avid children with curiosity in their bellies, exploring the fields at your family’s countryside manor as Jaehyun’s father did what he knew best: look after your mother. His dad had profoundly apologized for bringing his kid on your family trip - because his mother could not stay home with him -, but your mom kindly dismissed his guilt, telling the bodyguard that Jaehyun was not only welcomed, but invited and allowed to play with her daughter.

At the occasion, his father had looked at him like a warning. “Be good to miss Y/L/N, Jaehyunnie, will you?”

Jaehyun nodded. All he ever wanted was to be good to you. 

No one knew. No one knew you ran the fields until your legs burned and exchanged loving pecks when you were too tired to play.

It was when Jaehyun realized there was nothing else he would rather do than to be your personal bodyguard, dedicating his nights and days to make sure you were safe and sound. Pay you the doubt of the endless joy you brought him whenever his mom went missing from rehab. So he fought, tooth and nail, to gain your dad’s trust and get hired. He fought with his heart, eternally devoted to you. It was in his blood, after all.

He blamed it on your laugh. A laugh that made the world warmer, as though Jaehyun was not scared of his father’s occupation, of the risk he took in order to protect your mom. A laugh that made him oblivious of the constant sadness that filled his soul, leaving no space for nothing else, when his mom broke the house down because her drug abstinence was playing her sanity.

You made the world loving. You were his most precious being.

He was pulled out of the depths of his reminiscences when you opened the door, coming out as beautifully as always, in a lean black suit and your hair free, rebellious, smelling like the vanilla he tasted on his lips decades ago. 

You stopped on your tracks, looking down at a bag that was placed by your door, right next to Jaehyun’s polished shoes.

“Another mysterious gift from my secret admirer?” you smirked. Someone had been leaving you indecent gifts for a couple of months: ridiculously short dresses, several styles of lingerie, and an interesting variety of sex toys that had been making your legs weak. Dildos, vibrators, anal plugs and other different inventions that had you cumming alone in your bed, all while your handsome bodyguard listened to your moans outside. 

You both knew who your secret admirer was. 

“He’s been creative lately, it seems,” Jaehyun breathed nonchalantly. 

“What is it this time?” you made a move to kneel, but Jaehyun was quicker than you, politely handing the bag over.

Ideally, he always went through the bags’ content to make sure nothing harmful would get to you. Not that he needed it. It was just for the sake of appearances.

You grabbed a cute, pink clitoral suction toy and matching nipple clamps shaped as daisies. “Lovely,” you praised, knowing Jaehyun decided to go symbolic this time. “I’m truly getting spoiled.”

“You must deserve it, miss.”

It was almost fun, how Jaehyun pretended he had nothing to do with it. Lifting your eyes to his, you smirked. Frank. Cunning. Knee shaking. “I’ve got a little something for my admirer. Can you make sure it finds him?”

Trying his best to conceal the interest in his eyes, Jaehyun nodded. You disappeared inside your room for a while, returning with a small paper bag. 

“You’re the best, Jaehyun! By the way, be ready to leave in one hour. I have reminders to give downtown.” 

“Mr. Ash again?” He guessed, as though he did not care for the bag that was, now, in his hand. 

“Exactly. Gotta teach him a lesson.”

“Don’t forget you have a family dinner later.”

“What would I do without you?” you chuckled. “Alright, see you in a bit.” 

Once Jaehyun was alone in the manor room reserved for his resting hours, he removed a tiny and rosy thong from the bag, one he had bought you a week ago. It rested against his gloved hand, small, adorable. Soaked. Fuck, it was still wet with your pussy juices, something Jaehyun had always fantasized, wondering how they tasted like.

He didn’t hold back. Why, when he could bury his nose in the soft cotton fabric? Why, when his tongue could stick out to finally get a taste of your anticipated flavor? No, there was no need to hold back. It was your gift. You had freely given it to him. 

Jaehyun’s senses amplified with the bittersweetness of your juices and the scandalous vanilla scent in the nearly insignificant piece of clothing that had covered your vulva minutes ago. Closing his eyes, he unzipped his pants and put his cock, red and angry, out. He fucked his fist with your panties pressed to his nose, mouth drooling where your juices were. 

Quicker than anything Jaehyun had ever witnessed, your hand came down against the table surface, and Mr. Ash screamed in half surprise, half excruciating pain, as the blade of the knife buried in his open hand, dark blood running down to the floor. 

Jaehyun reached for his revolver in no time, ready to pull the weapon out and shoot at any of Mr. Ash’s men who tried hurting you, although he doubted it. It took a lot of nerve to raise a hand against you. 

You were the mafia lady. A true White Rose. Strong, smart, undeniable. Wealthy, merciless, with looks so stunning it added to your reputation. 

Raising a hand against you was like heresy. 

“Look at you, Mr. Ash, whimpering because of a knife,” you mocked daringly, holding the tension in the room with a sly chuckle. “Who’s the whore now, hm?” 

You removed the knife just as smoothly, watching with a neutral look as Mr. Ash brought his bloodied hand to his chest. 

“Remember your place, sir, or I won’t have a problem cutting it into you,” you warned like it took a clap of your hands to make the world stop. 

Only when you turned around, Mr. Ash spoke again. “It doesn’t change a thing. You can stab, kill me for all I care, but it won’t change the fact the Red Roses are getting their share of your market. And their deals are way better than the ones you’ve been giving me for the last seven years.”

Unbeatable, you turned on your heels. “That’s just a display of your dishonesty. Anyone could have asked me for a more reasonable deal, but you decided to sell the Reds a bit of my opium. You’re lucky I stabbed your hand, not your throat.” You tilted your head in thought. “What a mess it would make, such a thick, disgusting dirty neck.”

Jaehyun took a deep breath, trying to control the emerging bulge in his pants. You… You were fucking sinister. 

His thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Ash spat on the floor, his saliva glistening close to your heels. “Fuck you,” the man said, with a firm rage in his eyes. 

Those were the last words he had the chance to utter. Before you opened your mouth to reply, Jaehyun had already shot. Once, twice, three times. Shots that pierced Mr. Ash’s skull, and the unfortunate throats of his men. The bodyguard put his arm around you as you walked out of the hotel room, people already starting to wonder what had happened. That part of the town belonged to the White Roses, so you did not worry about the police, or further investigations. 

“Now my deal’s over,” you breathed.

“You don’t have to make deals with assholes. Traitors,” Jaehyun retorted, looking down at the small blood smudges on his black leather gloves. “He disrespected you, Y/N.”

You liked how it sounded like a sin in his mouth. 

“Dad’s not going to like it.”

“Your father doesn’t like a lot of things, missy.”

“Seems like I’m telling good news over dinner,” you shrugged, laughing it off. 

Family dinners were not unusual to you, nor to Jaehyun. His role was to drive you over whatever expensive ass restaurant your father had chosen, and stay by a private room door while you discussed businesses. After your mother and younger brother passings, you were the only person to inherit your father’s legacy. So he taught you well - even though Jaehyun believed you had a bolder, freakier, and way more effective way to handle things. 

He followed the script. Driving you, following you closely, and staying by the door along with your father’s personal bodyguard, keeping an attentive, flawless eye on everything that happened at the surroundings as people talked, ate and drank.

The food was served: rack lamb to your dad, and, Jaehyun knew by heart, your favorite dish to you. Carbonara. Shortly after the food arrived, he listened to the sound of a chair angrily ragging the floor. Suddenly, you stormed out with the heaviest steps. 

Jaehyun was at your back in no time. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, your way of telling him you were not ready to speak yet, fuming so badly smoke could leave your nostrils and ears.

Jaehyun took you back to the car and jogged to the driver’s seat. “Home?”

You shook your head again. 

“Safe place?”

A simple, certain nod had Jaehyun driving smoothly away from the city’s chaos and straight into the arms of a quiet, isolated hill. The city night lights glistened like stars up there, and a nearby stream completed the melody of cicadas and gentle breeze notes. Once the car was parked, you came out, shutting the door carelessly, and jumping on the hood. Jaehyun watched how your hair moved with the wind. How your eyes were trying to find a way out for whatever situation you were in. 

Even if he was curious, Jaehyun gave you time, waiting patiently until you opened your mouth. 

“Dad wants me to marry Johnny Suh,” you announced, a nuclear bomb straight to Jaehyun’s head. “A marriage to assure the corporate deals between our companies, to fight the Red Roses. It’s already been arranged.”

Johnny Suh. Jaehyun remembered him. A tall figure, with a face that was hard to forget, and gentle manners. A boy born rich, spoiled, but cultured. A sweet loving man to his parents. A good student. Funny. No. Johnny Suh was not the man for you. You deserved thrilling. Temptation. Lust. You deserved someone who challenged you, someone who made your life fun, who protected your back as you conquered the world with unpredictable moves, fatal as knives. Someone who allowed you to be your freakiest self.

There was not anyone for you but Jaehyun. 

“You don’t have to marry him,” your bodyguard announced, unaware of how he held his breath, how tightly his fists clenched at the idea of you marrying another man. Oh, how badly he wished to just slam his cock inside you and make you his, right then and there. How badly he wanted to make Johnny Suh bleed. 

Jealousy left a bitter taste in his mouth. 

You chuckled humorlessly. “Perhaps if someone kidnaps me. You know my dad. He said it was non-negotiable. Fuck!” you cursed, rubbing your face in frustration. 

Lowering your hands, you instinctively searched for Jaehyun’s eyes. It ached seeing the despair around your pupils. “Can you help me, Jae? Help me find a way out? Please?”

Jaehyun stood in silence for a few seconds, but when he spoke, you felt a cold shiver running down your spine. A shiver provoked by the fatal glow in his eyes.

“I’ve been keeping unwanted hands away from you for years, miss. I intend to keep it that way.”

Two days later, you found yourself packing up for a quick getaway suggested by Jaehyun, to ease your nerves before the dinner party that was going to announce your engagement with Johnny. It was a perfect, fittable idea, as you could use some of your time in the mountains, coming up with a plan to avoid the matrimony. Your acquaintances had already taken a closer look at Johnny’s companies and deals, and as Jaehyun drove, you took notes on the backseat. Bargains, blackmailing, manipulation, perhaps an alliance with other big players in the market… Everything was a possibility. You just had to figure the details out and come up with a convincing, flawless plan.

You were not going to end up like your mother. Tied to a relationship you didn’t want. Tangled with a man you didn’t feel attracted to. Having his babies, easing his temper, keeping his bed warm. Becoming a target for his enemies to aim and shoot. 

No. You were much better than that. Much more important.

Jaehyun watched your calculating expression through the rear mirror, as though he could read your mind. Little you knew there was nothing to worry about. He had already taken care of everything. 

“Miss, I’ll make a quick stop for gas,” he announced. You showed you were listening with a hum. 

When the car came to a stop, Jaehyun turned around. “Stretch your legs a little. We’ve been driving for four hours.”

“All that?!” your eyes widened. It felt like one hour to you. 

Jaehyun smiled. “I’ll get you something to munch on.”

Accepting his suggestion, you jumped out of the car. It was nearly ten in the night, and there wasn’t anyone around but you, Jaehyun and the gas station staff. The air smelled like a spoiler for the rain, and you decided to take a walk around as Jaehyun disappeared inside the convenience store.

With careless steps, you took a turn to the back. That part of the road was surrounded by mountains already, so you were probably close to arriving. The sight of the many pine trees moving with the wind relaxed your mind, and for one moment you indulged in forgetting the violence of your situation. A forced marriage. Your father seeing you as an object he could offer in exchange for his own interest. The absolute recognition that no matter how many years had passed, you would never be seen as powerful as your young brother.

“Fucking assh-“ you started cursing, but never finished. 

A gloved hand covered your mouth, pulling you flush to a stranger’s body as he lifted you in the air. 

Your blood instantly sped in your veins, adrenaline screaming in its cells as you tried to kick and punch the man, doing your best to scream and bite his hand. In vain. When you realized, a tape covered your mouth, and your body was thrown inside a car, hands cuffed to the door handle. 

Through the despair tears in your eyes, you noticed your kidnapper wore a scream mask, one that glowed in terror under moonlight. 

Like a little girl, you wanted to sob. To beg for him to let you go. For him not to hurt you. 

Jaehyun. Where was Jaehyun? Was he seeing what was happening? Was he going to save you?

Your heart thundered in your chest, and soon heavy raindrops started falling from the sky like brutal tears. Your kidnapper moved to the driver’s seat, and you squirmed like a leech in what seemed long hours, only if you suspected it only lasted minutes. Slowly, as the car was already on the road, your brain regained a bit of its consciousness. You made sure to take deep breaths, and a closer look around. The dark road barely allowed your vision to make sense of anything, but after a few minutes, you managed to outline a way too familiar suitcase on the backseat, by your side, and a pair of white, comfortable sneakers that belonged to you by your feet. 

In slow motion, you looked over at the masked man. A hood covered his head, but the length of his shoulders was committed to your brain like it belonged to someone you knew. 

His gloves… You knew them.

A boiling type of anger assaulted your guts, and you were squirming once again, trying your best to kick the back of his seat even if your legs didn’t reach it. The bad words your mouth let out became blurred words against the tape, like a baby mumbling, but you continued cursing. Calling him a fuck up. A pervert. Stupid. Dumb. 

Strangely, the idea Jaehyun was kidnapping you made your panties soaked with warm, sloppy juices.

You continued to kick and curse until Jaehyun pulled up and removed the mask, turning around to look at you. 

“Fucking relax, Y/N! It’s me.”

You managed to lift your middle fingers to make him realize that you thought of that.

Honestly, Jaehyun was expecting you to snap. He knew you too well to think you’d react otherwise. Somehow awaiting your hurtful words, he leaned over to remove the tape from your mouth. 

Oh, how absolutely gorgeous you looked, wearing rage like a jewel, your eyes glowing in fury, cheeks smudged with tears, your hair messy like you’d just had sex.

“What the fuck you think you’re doing?” you spat loudly. 

“I’m helping you,” Jaehyun calmly replied. “Keeping you safe.”

“How’s kidnapping me any helpful, Jaehyun? Uncuff me!”

He loved when you got all bossy. It went straight to his dick. “I’ll uncuff you when we get to where we’re heading.”

His words made your eyebrows clench. “Has your insanity gotten to your brain and made you stupid? I said uncuff me. Now!”

In one swift move, Jaehyun leaned over the seat and grabbed your chin. Hard. “You never shut up, do you, miss?” His eyes stared harshly at yours. “You wanted a way out. Well, I’m giving you one. One that won’t have that controlling shit of a father running after you because his princess didn’t want things his way.”

Holding his gaze, you growled. “What made you think you could put your dirty hands on me?”

Jaehyun replied by removing his gloves and sliding his hand between your legs, right where he could feel how maddening drenched you were. The smirk on his face was enough for you to eat up your words. 

“I think this little pussy likes how dirty my hands are.”

He pushed your panties to the side and coated two of his fingers with your juices before sliding them all the way inside your mouth. Weak, you moaned around his fingers, flavoring the complex taste of your gluttony.

“Listen, miss,” the bodyguard murmured. “I’m gonna take you somewhere safe and fuck that pussy until it’s numb. That’s how you’ll show some fucking gratitute for what I’m doing, get it? In the meantime, try not leaking on my backseat or I’ll make you lick it clean.”

Oh, that was it. That was fucking it. You got euphoric, blood running warmer down your navel, as Jung Jaehyun, usually so polite, so ready to please you, the man that had killed for your name countless times, your first kiss… Jung Jaehyun put you in your place. He made you feel like a spoiled cunt, and there weren't enough words in your vocabulary to specify how badly you loved it.

You kept quiet for the rest of the ride, mind slowly getting into a clearer state. Arousal had perfectly substituted fear. So, even if you tried your best, your soaking core did leave a mark on the leather, one you could not hide when your kidnapper parked in front of a wooden cabin and finally uncuffed you.

“Move aside,” he commanded. As soon as you obeyed, he inspected the leather ridigly, eyes coming across a leak that was shaped like a cute heart. 

Without him having to say a word, you leaned forward and licked it clean, eyes dilated with lust. 

“Happy, freak?” you tasted the word in your mouth, looking down at his pants, where his bulge twitched. “You like being called that, hm? You certainly act like one, spoiling me with all your gifts and masturbating to my fucking panties.”

Jaehyun smirked, offering you his hand. You took it, letting him help you up and moaning softly when he pulled you flush to his chest. “You’re a freak just like me, miss, soaking the car of your kidnapper. Like a fucking whore.”

He raised you in his arms, with your cunt pressed to the bulge in his pants, and grabbed the suitcase with his free hand. The inside of the cabin was cozy, small, intimate, and minimalistically clean; the black furniture and the musky scent adding a male touch to it. Jaehyun placed you down on a bed with black silk sheets.

“Where are we?” you asked. 

“My house. No one’s finding you here,” he spoke while going through the suitcase, removing a rope. There was something extremely arousing about fucking you in his place, in the sheets that smelled like him. “I’m tying you up to make sure no one marries what’s mine. That’s what you’ve been, right, missy? Mine. Using all of the toys I gave you, moaning loud so I could hear behind the door?”

You gazed at the insanity glimpse in his eyes, so wicked and yet so loving, almost criminal, like Jaehyun wanted to live inside you. Submissively, you let him push your wrists together, deciding, for the sake of fun, to play along with his game.

“W-why are you doing this, Jae?” you faked an afflicted tone, staring up at him with big blazing eyes. “Please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

He tightened the ropes around your wrists, tying you to the bed frame. Then, his hand dangerously slid towards your lips, thumb running on the plushy flesh. “Don’t you understand? I’m doing this because I love you… Always have, since our first kiss. You remember, right?”

The confession sped your heartbeat, making your hands sweat. It felt lovely to hear such words, to recognize the beautiful feelings Jaehyun had for you, even though he had a very peculiar way of expressing them. 

Protecting you was his love language.

If you were to ever experience danger, than it had to be by his own hands.

“It was a kid thing,” you lied, because no one else’s lips had given you such butterflies ever since.

“Oh, but it wasn’t,” menacing, Jaehyun leaned closer, brushing his lips to yours. He closed his eyes, like your aroma was too much to take. “You’ll see I’m the only one for you. The only one who can wife you up.”

His obsession excited you, a coil of thrill running down your navel, making your exposed pussy leak on his sheets. 

“Jaehyun,” you pleaded. “Please.”

“Please what, miss?” He placed an angelic kiss to your forehead, hands quick to lift your top, freeing your breasts, and bunching your skirt up your waist. “Are you scared I’m gonna hurt you? Don’t be… Jaehyunnie’s gonna take good care of his slut.”

You shook your head. “I’m no slut.”

“You’re all talk, miss. About being independent, bossy, but look at you,” he chuckled dryly, entertained by the sight between your legs. “Your pussy has never been this wet, has it? Plus… I’ve got a little something for you.”

When his hand came back from the suitcase, you gasped, eyes wide between genuine fear and pleasure. The blade of Jaehyun’s personal knife shone aflame under the cabin’s dim lighting. 

“Fuck,” you moaned, rubbing your hips against nothing. 

“Told you. You’re a fucking slut, as perverted as I am,” Jaehyun cooed. He languidly ran the blade against the skin of your belly, causing you to stop any movement. He used it to cut your panties first, then the pretty red velvet skirt you loved, and finally your top, leaving you all naked for the delight of his eyes. “So fucking beautiful…Should have fucked you first. Should have been your only one.” His eyes took in every inch of your body as Jaehyun replaced the knife with his hand, sliding two of his long fingers inside your pussy.

The way you breathed his name was exactly what he was looking for. 

“Good girl,” he praised. “Let Jaehyunnie fuck you, baby. Let me fuck you good and you won’t regret it.”

His thumb started rubbing circles on your clit and you held onto the ropes, spreading your legs wider for him, heatedly accepting his invitation. 

“Gotta prep this cunt for my cock,” your bodyguard whispered. “Make sure it is all stretchy and ready before I fuck you like a bitch in heat.”

“You’re so filthy,” you managed to speak back, immediately noticing how he liked your degrading tone. “Such a fucking loser. You’ve only got the balls to fuck me by kidnapping me.”

Jaehyun smirked. “Yeah? Is that what you think, miss?”

“You fucking bet.”

He stopped his movements right there, pulling his fingers out, and you could not control the pout blossoming on your lips. Jaehyun moved to grab something that had been by the bed, removing a realistic dildo from the suitcase, one you recognized as one of his gifts. Skilledly, he placed it on… on… On a dildo machine.

You felt a thin layer of sweat cover your body while Jaehyun adjusted it, placing the tip of the toy right against your entrance. “Gonna fuck some respect into you,” he growled. “Make you understand I wish nothing but to make you feel good.”

The girth of the dildo stretched your gummy walls, making it gape and clench around the toy. Mercilessly, Jaehyun set it to a high speed, and before you knew it, you were taking every thrust as your delectable breasts bounced, your moans mixing with whimpers and cries.

“Bought all these things for you, missy,” Jaehyun smiled in awe to watch you. “To keep you satisfied. I love you so fucking much…”

“Jaehyun, please-“ you begged, even though you could not understand why. 

Jaehyun lowered himself until he was facing your pussy, and stuck his tongue out to slowly lick your clit. “Holy shit!” you gasped.

“Come on, miss. You can cum. Cum on my bed.”

Restrained in his pants, Jaehyun’s cock twitched as he sucked on your little bundle of nerves, watching the pornographic view of your body approaching the edge. He kept his eyes open, knowing it was because of him: he was the one making you feel good. The one using your beautiful, sloppy cunny, making it gape and squeeze as you threw your head back, face contorted in pleasure and sweet, sweet body shaking ravishingly. 

It was a sight to hang on a wall, like an art piece.

Aware of your post-orgasm sensitiveness, Jaehyun turned the machine off, slowly dragging the dildo away from your hole. You whimpered, hazy eyes searching for his.

“So pretty, miss…” he hummed. “Bet you’ll look even prettier with my cock buried in you.”

“No, please-“ you whined. 

In reply, Jaehyun harshly grabbed your chin, his gaze piercing you like the blade of his knife. You could tell he was dead serious this time, searching for true, genuine consent so he could fuck your brains out. “Tell me to stop, miss, and I fucking will.”

Swallowing the saliva in your mouth, you simply smirked, giving him all the approval he needed, and showing how badly you liked to play with him.

“Fucking cumslut,” Jaehyun roughly turned you around until your knees were on the bed. You watched as he taped your mouth again, even though you fought a little against it, holding tightly onto the sheets when, with one swift move, his cock was slammed inside you.

Controlling the absurd pace he was about to set against your hips, Jaehyun took a deep breath. “Is it okay, missy? Can I move?”

You nodded desperately, moans muffled by the tape and the uninvited drool that ran down your chin. It was all it took for Jaehyun to let go years of masturbating into his fist, finally finding heaven in the tight grip of your slutty walls. There was little you could do but take it. Take it like a good girl, the best of the best, your pliable body bouncing on the mattress as Jaehyun pounded mercilessly into you, eyes fixated where your cunt gripped his cock, as though trying to keep it inside forever. 

“So freaking tight… Seems like you’ve never been fucked before, love,” he praised, voice shook with how blissful you were making him feel. “You’ll never think of leaving now, will you? Why would you, when I can give you cock, hm? Why leave when you can let me ruin you night after night?”

You looked over your shoulder, finding your still clothed bodyguard turning all your twisted fantasies into reality, like he knew you inside out, bone, flesh and filth, like he inhabited all of your wet dreams.

Your gaze faltered when he prodded at the rim of your back hole with his thumb.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, miss? Should Jaehyunnie put a pillow underneath to rub your pretty clit too?”

The noise that left you was foreign even to your own ears, but it could only be interpreted as desperate consent. Generous, Jaehyun quickly positioned one of his pillows under you, forcing your pelvis against it, which caused a lovely friction on your most sensitive spot.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he cooed soothingly. “Rub yourself on it, babe. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

You did what he said obediently, moving your hips back and forth. What a delight it was to Jaehyun, watching your ass cheeks bounce as you took his every inch, his thumb pressing sweetly against the rim of your lubed hole. He felt it when you came, your pussy spasming, your hands fisting the sheets hard and your upper body giving out, resting on the bed as you kept your ass up for him. Seconds later, edged by your own high, Jaehyun came too, spurt after spurt of warm thick cum filling you up.

For the first time in his life, Jaehyun felt more blessed than average people. He felt as if he hit the jackpot with you so putty in his arms, especially when he untied your wrists and took a close look at the fucked out expression on your angel face. You were his. And you were not leaving. Ever. Not like his mother. Not like anyone else. You were staying, bold and true and fuckable, because there was not anyone else for him.

You sustained his look, allowing a small grin to bloom on your lips affectionately when he removed the tape from your drooling mouth. “What, loser?”

“You look gorgeous like that.”

“Smitten,” you hummed. To prove your words, Jaehyun took your reddened wrists to his lips, kissing them lovingly. 

“Sorry about the rope.”

“You can apologize by fucking undressing.”

He chuckled. “Why don’t you do it?”

Sitting on your thighs, you swiftly reached for the knife, testing its weight on your hand before using it to sharply cut his expensive black tie and the bottoms of his shirt. Hungry, your eyes alternated between his toned abdomen and his interested eyes before you ran the blade gently down his abs. However, as soft as you tried to be, it didn’t keep the blade from actually cutting him a little, a cut the size of your little finger’s nail, right next to his navel.

“Sorry,” you pulled the blade away as soon as you realized what you’ve done. 

“S’ okay, miss,” Jaehyun assured with sweet eyes, rubbing your cheek assuringly.

Without much thought, you dove in to lick the cut clean, pulling a deep grunt from Jaehyun’s throat. 

“You’re so…” he breathed. “You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N.”

Oh, you liked how it sounded, holding his gaze as your hands pulled his shirt down his arms. Jaehyun’s chest was now in full bloom for your delightment. His pants and boxers followed the same destiny, landing on the floor inaudibly. Taking your sweet time, you admired his bareness, biting your lip in arousal.

Putty in your hands already, there was little Jaehyun could do but comply when you hovered over him, climbing up his body until your cum stained pussy was rubbing against his abs, leaving a trail that burned on Jaehyun’s skin where it touched. “My handsome, strong bodyguard,” you whispered in his ear as his hands held your hips softly. “How long have you been dreaming of getting pussydrunked with me, hm?”

“Fucking years,” he admitted. There was no need to hide his obsession.

“That’s why you never had another woman? Because you were waiting for me?”

Truth be told: Jaehyun never had any time to be with someone else. He was twenty-four hours by your side, protecting your every move. He knew your routine, your preferences, your enemies. He knew your favorite dishes, your goals, your ambitions. Jaehyun had killed for you. Once, twice, thirteen, twenty-seven times. There wasn’t any space for anyone else in his life. 

And he wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

“Let me pay you for all the longing,” you hummed slyly, lowering your hips until they aligned with his already hardened cock. Grabbing the base, you slowly pushed it in, a loud moan filling the room when he was fully slotted inside you. 

You rode him like your life depended on it, loosened hips circling his shaft while your sloppy walls squeezed his cock viciously. Never before had you seen Jaehyun so vulnerable. So needy as he was when he moaned your name, helping you bounce on top of him. “You have the perfect cock,” you whimpered. “Better than any of the toys you’ve gifted me.”

“Fuck,” the bodyguard threw his head back, trying to draw the image of you taking his cock forever in his mind. How you rolled your hips, how your breasts moved, how you lubed him with more and more juices. “Is that so, missy? You like my cock buried deep in your fertile cunt?”

“I love it.” Your hand came lower to rub your clit, right in front of him, causing Jaehyun to nearly cum at the sight.

“That’s my good fucking girl. My beautiful White Rose,” he growled, making your toes curl at the compliment. “Wanna cum all over my cock as I fill you up again, miss?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Good. Keep rubbing that beautiful clit for me. Take yourself there.”

It wasn’t hard to cum again, and this time, you moaned his name as he filled your womb with his seed, holding your melting body against his with a satisfied hum.

Jaehyun wrapped his arms around you, giving your back soft rubs while he tried catching up his breath. When your gazes met again, you two laughed blissfully, like only fucked out people did. 

“You fucking kidnapped me!” you protested. 

“Thought you’d like it.”

“Sure. That’s every woman’s dream,” you rolled your eyes.

“You were dripping in my car.”

“Because it was you. I wouldn’t have liked anyone else.”

Jaehyun playfully smacked your butt cheek. “Excellent. That’s what I like to hear.”

You let your chuckle die on your lips before speaking again. “I’m not sure I can be kept here for too long, though. ”

“As much as I’d love that, I know,” Jaehyun breathed. “I know that my White Rose has important shit to deal with. I just don’t want to see her married to Johnny Suh.”

“Me neither.”

Jaehyun brushed your hair back, tugging a strand behind your delicate ear. He had always loved its color, its shape, how it graciously adorned your beautiful face. 

“I can take care of him for you,” he suggested firmly, meaning every word. 

Deep inside, you liked how ready Jaehyun was to kill for you. How he would get your back even if you decided to burn the world down to ashes.

“I appreciate that, babe,” you smiled. “But I think we can solve this without any drastic measures.”

“You choose. But if he ever touches you, he’ll lose his fucking hands.”

You lifted your face and gently put your hands on his cheeks, pressing your lips to his. When he closed his eyes, Jaehyun was sent back to the fields of your childhood, with the golden sun bathing your skin and your lilac dress, and you telling him he tasted wet. 

Opening his eyes, he came across the breathtaking sight of your smile.

“Don’t worry, Jaehyunnie, I’ll come up with something,” you assured, resting your arms each on the sides of his broad shoulders. “But, for now, all I’m gonna do is to be yours, just like I’ve been dreaming too.”

His eyes glowed in the many promises of your words. Like a laugh that pushed his nightmares away. And this time, because he could, Jaehyun collided his lips to yours, for real, until he swallowed your breath and his mouth was swollen, until he knew the flavor of your moans. Until his whipped heartbeat was loud in his ears. 

“Jaehyun…”

“Yes?”

He drank from your smile, how lovely you dove in for another kiss as your next words shook him to the core.

“Freak me.”

#jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #nct 127 #jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun #nct smut #kpop smut #nct imagines #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun scenarios

[urprettylittlething]

Gojo Satoru x CursedKitty! Reader x Geto Suguru

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warnings - Yandere-ish, not so much here, mentions of people dying very briefly at the end, this is pretty tame rn

genre - short drabble headcannon thing

note - Feel free to send in any drabble ideas you have for this universe with Geto and Gojo with CursedKitty! Reader, anything from pretty wholesome to darker sides send them in, pretty please, this is just a little intro thing

I just wanted to share this concept I had in my head the entire day <;/3

- Just imagine CursedKitty! Reader is this petite human looking curse equipped with small fluffy ears and tail.

- Just like Mahito was CursedKitty! Reader is just a baby curse right now, she's currently living in this dingy looking alley, curling up in some ‘comfy’ sheets of cardboard every night, shivering her little tail off, but she's happy. 

- And of course no one can see her because she’s a curse, so CursedKitty! Reader is having the time of her life exploring this new world she's learning about dressed in a long cheap shirt she found one time and stole as hers, trying to copy the similar creatures she sees on the daily.

- CursedKitty! Reader’s favorite pastime is finding these small groups of fly curses and playing chase with them.

- They’d run and hide while CursedKitty! Reader peaks over the top of the bench and scares them with a yell, making them run to a new spot while she follows and does the same thing over and over again. 

- This is exactly how Geto and Gojo find CursedKitty! Reader, it was after school at jujutsu high and they were walking home down their usual route, making their way past the local playground where they spotted this strange behaving curse. One they had never seen before.

- Of course, Geto and Gojo could feel the cursed energy from a mile away, figuring it was something they’d eventually stumble upon as it didn't feel that harmful to them, and no screaming was being heard so that was also a plus.

- And now the two boys are standing there, dumbfounded, watching CursedKitty! Reader chasing around little fly curses with the dumbest smile on her face, tail swishing back and forth as she entertains herself.

- It didn't take them long to notice the lack of clothing CursedKitty! Reader was wearing, and only slightly longer to notice how she paid them no attention at all. So absorbed with this little game her dumb cursed brain came up with. 

- Geto and Gojo looked at each other and were murmuring about who, how and what to do with her. Tilting their heads to the side and giving the other a look and a shrug. Just a cute little cursed kitty, what the hell, might as well entertain themselves.

- Eventually CursedKitty! Reader’s newfound fly friends managed to wriggle away from her through a loose fence panel while she whined in sadness, before turning around and coming face to face with two of those people creatures staring right at her.

- And of course CursedKitty! Reader bounces right up to them all smiles and wide eyed with excitement, getting all close in Gojos face before he brings up a hand to gently rub and push on her head, the small space where infinity exists the only gap.

- Now getting some nice attention CursedKitty! Reader is all purrs and snuggling into Gojos hand, eyes closed in bliss and ears flattened a little to accommodate the affectionate palm.

- Gojo tilts his head as he looks down on CursedKitty! Reader, the smallest tug on his heartstrings after taking in her raggedy appearance and how content and happy she is with a little love.

- The shared look and little smirk Geto and Gojo swap, before they each grab onto one of CursedKitty! Reader’s hands and started tugging her along with them, was knowing.

- They’re looking forward to pampering and smothering her with love, dressing her up and playing with her for their entertainment. 

- They’ve spoken about something like this before but never found anyone quite right. Sure, they’ve had some shared ‘lovers’ in the past but those always ended up getting themselves killed somehow.

- Besides, it’s only a little something to take the edge off so why not this cutie, huh? After all, she is just a weak cursed spirit, not much of a fight she can put up against them, right?

#yandere gojo satoru #yandere geto suguru #yandere gojo #yandere geto #yandere jujutsu kaisen #gojo saturo #geto suguru #gojo x reader #geto x reader #CursedKitty

[heartfullofleeches]

New y/n idea! How about a darling streamer.... but make it galaxy? Like, their either human or alien, and their a known streamer all across the galaxy! Maybe good picks for their yandere being mono or titus since (from what I remember) their the only known yanderes in space.

Ah! Cutie Alien Darling that travels across the galaxy for new adventures, settling down on earth and starting a new life exploring the wonders the world has to offer - streaming their daily activities as a sort of video journal for themselves and anyone who's interested in their journey. Human Yan's just think they're selling a bit for the most part and it's the most adorable thing-

Mono comes across their blog and see a kindred soul as they left home for the same reasons as darling, and crushes on them hard for how their lights light up at every little thing. Speedruns their human body so they can attend conventions Darling ventures to as well and meet their idol in person. Darling would be so happy to meet another wandering soul and take them out to try their favorite foods, and show them their nick-nack collection. It takes all of Mono not to either propose on the spot or scoop them up and carry them back to their ship to explore the galaxy as the universe's power couple.

Alien would believe they're an alien 100% and sprints to any meet ups they have fully decked out in merch official or not if they haven't made any. Appoints themselves Alien Darling's guide to earth and takes them around the places they adore. Piggyback rides everywhere. Treats Alien Darling like absolute royalty and gushes like the dork he is about it's so great to finally have someone else like him on this hunk of dirt - but still keeps up the totally human act. It's also human custom to kiss your new guide and bodyguard with tongue so uh pucker up, please.

Titus watches their streams to find contestants for the arena, but falls for their bizarre, yet effective charms. Sends guards to monitor them from below while he spends weeks putting together the perfect outfit for his grand appearance. Gifts them the finest minerals from around the galaxy and offers to take them on a tour of the universe for their hand in marriage. Alien Darling gives him their favorite roll of holographic stickers and Titus moves the wedding to right then and there.

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Alien Darling: Hey, guys! Welcome to day four of cataloging my rock collection from favorite to least favorite, and showing you my absolute favorites. There is no least favorite category because I love them all so I will be presenting them from A to Z by name. This one is Aaron-

Mono: [I thought I had full grasp of the concept of love before now..... It seems I was wrong.]

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Alien: Hey! Did you know it's customary for humans to hold hands with new friends for a minimum of three hours?

Alien Darling: Oh! No, I didn't. [takes their hand] Thank you for telling me, friend :)

Alien, blushing feverishly: Never washing this hand again - Did you know we also touch lips and if anyone asks I am your boyfriend because I am a boy sometimes and we are friends.

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Titus: For you, my dear. A necklace containing a vial of my blood - the most sought after prize in all the known universe. You are welcome.

Alien Darling: Thanks! Here's a candy necklace I bought earlier. I ate a few of them already, but it's still good-

Titus, internally: Heavens- I can't not fuck them.

#yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere blurb #yandere alien #yandere text #yandere drabble #alien my oc #Mono my oc #Titus my oc

[yandere-sins]

Yan-Poll #7

It's a suspiciously calm night.

No discussions, no forcing you to do what you don't want to. You had dinner with your yandere, took a shower, and when you retreated to the bedroom, your yan didn't follow you. It's unusual to not have to put up a fight or screaming match with them, and their absence almost makes you even more suspicious.

Your bedroom door is wide open, inviting you to step out and explore the apartment. Except for the front door (not a surprise) and the kitchen, every door is open and accessible, from bath to storage.

You stumble upon your yandere in the living room, spread out on the couch watching a new series on the TV and inviting you to join. There's snacks and drinks and for once, your captor doesn't look like a menace trying to ruin your life. They are calm and relaxed. Normal.

When they notice you, they smile and open their arms wide for you to come join them on the couch for a cuddle and watching the new series. Standing by the doorframe, you can see that there's enough space for you to not have to cuddle up to them if you still want to watch TV with them. You could just sit next to them if you so desire.

However, even with the kitchen locked, this could be the chance to find useful things around the house to hoard and use later. Your yan might not be suspicious of you for not wanting to watch TV with them, since they didn't seem to have planned on you joining in the first place (though they might have hoped you would), so unless you make a loud noise or are too focused on going through the yan's things so you wouldn't notice them approach, this could be your chance to stuck up on what you might need.

#yan-poll #yandere talk #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[merakiui]

!! Goldfishie Riddle !!

Gosh the possibilities,, maybe you were originally a volunteer but were kidnapped as a test subject for Riddle and given to him as a breeding toy? The scientists haven’t quite figured out mer biology yet and you were closest to the standoffish goldfish… so you’re a sacrifice in the name of science.

Somehow they’ve altered you for life underwater so you can breathe and be with him, but you don’t have fins or a tail, only clumsy human feet and hands. Can’t have you swimming away from riddle after all. There’s a shallower part of the pool for you to be able to stand up in but overall Riddle has access to you anytime he wants.

The chase part,,, Riddle gently nonconning you bc he thinks chase = mate??? And you have to explain to him the eggs don’t come out of humans, they stay in your tummy. And when the time comes to give birth, you’re in the shallow area of the water with Riddle gently but firmly stroking your tummy to help the babies come out. He whispers encouragement into your ears <333 helping you through the birth until your little goldfish fry are born! They’re all mini copies of their father with a few human features from you.

As a side note I imagine he’s a lil bit chubby in the cheeks for some reason, I just wanna squish <3

AAAAA YES YES!!!!

(cw: yandere, nsfw, female reader, non-con, pregnancy, aphrodisiac use, oviposition, breeding, delusion, implied stockholm syndrome)

Just imagine how curious he becomes once he realizes your arrival in his enclosure is meant to be a permanent fixture. Riddle is so visibly pleased by this change that he's smiling brightly, so overcome with happiness that he momentarily switches back to mer language and so all you hear are delighted clicks and whistles. He adores you so much; that much is obvious when he tries to be as close to you as possible in the water, reaching out with webbed hands to welcome you into his arms even if you're so intent on staying in the shallows, as far from him as possible. He's growing frustrated with your aversion, but he must remember to remain calm. Nothing good will come out of impatience, and humans are fragile creatures. He must treat you with care and respect.

Riddle tries to talk to you about random things to soothe you. Aside from the fact that you have been paired for mating purposes, the both of you are still friends. And isn't this good for your friendship? Won't living with him in his enclosure bring you much closer than before? Riddle isn't dangerous. He's nothing like those brutish moray eels or that sly octopus! He's sweet and genuine, and he only wants you to be comfortable while you're here. His space is your space now, and he doesn't mind sharing it. In fact, it would be so nice if you could sleep beneath the water with him, yet you're so determined to stay away. He doesn't understand what he's doing wrong. He shares his meals, he smiles at you, he talks to you, he tries to love you even if you avoid him... He's doing everything a good friend (and mate) is meant to do!

Sometimes the researchers feed you a strange medicine and it allows you to temporarily love him enough for you to let him explore your peculiar anatomy. Riddle likes to learn through hands-on experiences, so when you're so pliable and obedient his delicate fingers will spread your pussy open so he can peer inside while silently wondering if this is where your eggs will come out of. You stretch so wide! He's so amazed and awestruck when he fits three fingers in in one sudden thrust. And the reactions you make to all of his touches are so inviting. When you arch your back, when you gasp and moan, when your fingers curl into his hair when he slides his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue... Everything you do is so cute. He drags himself out of the water and onto the platform in the shallows, pressing his body against yours, to kiss at every part of you, cold hands curling around your breasts to squeeze and tug. When you're like this, you always let him sleep with you in the aftermath. You even let him hug you! Even though you may dislike the medicine the researchers give you, Riddle loves the effects it has on you.

You've told him time and time again that you can't release any eggs naturally and that there's no way you can mate in the way he expects to mate with you. The first time should have landed, but it took a few more insistent statements for Riddle to understand. Of course it would be different for you. You're a human with different anatomy and mating customs. But that doesn't mean he can't give you eggs. Merfolk are very adaptable creatures, and Riddle is a determined goldfish in love! When he chases you in the tank and you avoid him (though you aren't very fast; how can you possibly out-swim a mer when you don't possess the fins and tail necessary for cutting through the water so smoothly?), he thinks this is finally happening. You're accepting him and he can start a family with you. He's made sure to produce many eggs of his own so that they can all find a nice temporary home inside that warm, wet hole he liked to finger and lick all those times when you were under the influence of the medicine.

He's so gentle. His arms are wrapped around you and his tail curls between your legs, and he presses himself flush against your front when he thrusts all the way inside, softly cooing at you in an incoherent mix of mer and human language. He's learned that some humans often mate facing one another, so he wants to try this for your first time. And it feels so snug inside you, and he gets to admire your pretty face as you cry and whine. He'll swallow every protest with plenty of open-mouthed kisses, rocking inside you so very slowly so you can get used to him. You're clenching so hard and it's so tight inside that he wonders how an entire clutch will ever fit, but he knows you can do it. And he tells you this when he fills you with a special sort of slick that will help the eggs settle so much easier inside your womb. You squirm and struggle in his arms, but he holds firm, promising to you that you're doing well and that it'll be okay.

Riddle's so blissfully happy when he deposits the first few eggs inside you and you slowly but surely submit, your eyes veiled with glazed emotions. He thinks he might be crying as well when he feels your stomach swell, so full of eggs and slick and semen. He's going to have a family with you! He's going to be a father! You've finally accepted him as your mate (or perhaps he ought to say lover instead?)! He can build a happy family, one that will be filled with the love he never received as a fry. Oh, he's so, so happy and he voices his enthusiasm even if you aren't all that present to absorb his praise.

You still stay in the shallows after the fact, and for once Riddle doesn't mind it. You look so beautiful with your full belly. He stares at you with his elbows propped on the ledge of the shallows, so distracted and lovestruck that even the researchers can't get through to him. Riddle panics when they try to get close to you, and he splashes them when they attempt to touch you. The minute a hand that isn't his or yours strays too close to your pregnant tummy is when he's turning red with anger, glaring so viciously at the researchers and berating them with harsh, loud clicks and whistles. Though you can't understand his words, you can tell he's threatening and cursing them to the deepest trench and back.

Riddle likes when you pat his head. He likes when you soften enough to run your fingers over his pretty ear fins or squish his cheeks between your warm, welcoming hands. His fingers wrap around your wrists to keep your hands in place and he smiles so sweetly at you. Humans have a dozen ways to communicate their love for one another and so do merfolk. Mer language sounds very musical and rhythmic to keen ears, and Riddle can sing of all the phrases mers use to convey affection. He uses these even if you can't understand the sentiment. All that matters is that you know just how much he cares for you.

He's nervous when it comes time for you to give birth. Your stomach has only grown so much in the following months, a result of the goldfish fry getting bigger within their eggs. (He never anticipated just how big you would get.) He's excited, of course, but then there's also the underlying thrum of anxiety that courses through him. You've gotten better at letting him approach you. You used to flinch away and glare; now you seem less averse to him and his careful touch. He'll hold you against his chest, one hand rubbing circles into your hip while the other caresses your bloated belly to help lessen the pressure of so many eggs. He whispers the sweetest encouragements to you, presses kisses to the back of your neck, calls you mommy so you can get used to hearing it. You'll feel so exhausted and empty after the entire process and Riddle is so proud of you. He knew you could do it.

And perhaps you'll miss the feeling of being so full and round to the point where you'll beg him to fuck you again. He will (that's a promise), but you need to rest first. You'll fall asleep listening to a lullaby sung so softly in a language you can't understand, but it sounds so beautiful all the same. Riddle will kiss your forehead while he admires the many eggs, each one filled with a tiny, precious bundle of life. He definitely cries when they hatch and he sees his precious fry for the first time, cradling as many as he can hold in his palms and arms. How can he not become so emotional when they are the culmination of his and your love? He will adore each and every single one of them, and he's so lucky to be able to raise them alongside you.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #yandere twst #tw: oviposition #tw: noncon #tw: pregnancy #tw: aphrodisiac #tw: breeding #riddle my most beloved goldfishie <3

[compact-turtle]

How would all three yans react to having children? Good or bad?

This is actually such a fun prompt and ask! Thank you for sending it in. I'd actually love to write a full post sometime instead of a small little drabble about this! It'd be so much fun imaging one of their daily routines and lives with a family.

Atticus:

-Isn't really that interested in kids unless his darling wants them. At first, he'll try to talk his darling out of it. Gives lists of reasons on why he can't be a dad. Eventually, comes around to it if his darling really wants them.

-He's a strict and stoic father. Makes sure the kids go to bed at a certain time, finish their chores and do their homework. The kids have to be punctual.

-Not a fan of extreme harsh punishments at all. No taking away meals, locking in closets or any of the sorts. Especially, hitting if they don't listen. (His parents used to do it to him which has resulted in a traumatized farmer)

-More type of look at the consequences of your actions. You don't do your homework, then you fail your class. You don't collect eggs from the chicken coop, no eggs for breakfast. You don't feed the dogs, look at them go hungry. (The doggies don't actually go hungry since Atticus secretly feeds them, they're just always begging for food)

-Shows he loves them through his actions instead of words. He'll take them special getaway trips, go bird watching, catch bugs, make presents, etc. He wants his kids to know that he loves them despite his strict behavior. He's trying to break the cycle of generational abuse that came from his parents. It's hard ngl but he makes an effort every day to overcome it.

For readers who imagine pregnancy:

-kisses your belly when you're asleep. Reassures the baby that he'll always take care of them. He would never do it when you're awake since he's nervous you'll deem him as less than manly or "strong".

-Does not let you work on the farm at all!! He hires extra farmhands to replace your usual help. Lectures and scolds you when you try to do anything. Don't you know that an accident could happen any time especially somewhere dangerous like this farm??

-Your safety and the baby's safety are top priority at all times.

-Watches films and tv shows about pregnancy and families. He makes sure to remember all the details so he can be the best father just like on the tv!

-No sexy time at all when pregnant! He's afraid it'll injure the baby. Only complies when his darling coaxes him into it but even then, it took a while.

Orion:

-Hella yea. The only one who's willing to jump on board and be excited for them. Takes the kids out on daily foraging and exploration nearby the home. Teaches them how to jot down information.

-Shows them his notes on all different types of plants, creatures and landscapes. Tells them which things to avoid and how to survive if in contact with dangerous creatures.

-Kids grow an immunity to his terrible cooking. Actually, enjoy it and treat is as an odd delicacy to be savored.

-The children are taught both languages. Darling's for communicating with other members of the species but his in case they need to talk, and others are listening in.

-Reminds the kids how much he adores them and their mother every day. Tells them tales about his home world and adventures with their mother.

-However, his favorite story to tell is about how their mother heroically saved him from death and starvation. Sometimes he embellishes details like

"Oh, your mother also fell in love at first sight with me. They were just too shy to admit it, but I could tell."

-The real question though, are human species able to get darling's species pregnant???

For readers who imagine pregnancy:

-Does darling get pregnant like a human? Orion will have to find out. However, I imagine the way of getting pregnant to be similar, but they don't give birth. Instead, an egg like thing forms within their reproductive system and they push out something similar to an egg.

-The egg would hatch within two months after growing to full term.

-Orion has built a nest for the egg and watches it every night. Proudly tells the egg about all the adventures they'll go on as family.

-Darling insists that Orion doesn't need to baby the egg since the shell is quite strong. Still, he doesn't listen and frets over any small movement from it. Makes little hats and scarves and dresses the egg in it.

-Orion makes sure to take so many notes during this period. What color is the egg? How long before it hatches? How many times does it move in an hour?

-He takes notes in case darling and him decide to have another egg baby. He'll be more prepared second round.

-Enjoys setting the mood up for some sexy time. He feeds you the right food, sets up the small hut just right and everything. Ofc he'll makes sure to cover the baby egg with a blanket. He doesn't want your baby egg to see anything inapposite after all.

Ivar:

-He'd want to wait a few years into marriage. The idea of kids is daunting. He's seen the worse of man and how destructive the world can be. Really nervous about letting kids out into that type of environment. Still, he does desire a family that you'll raise together.

-He's a fun goofy dad. Takes all the stress of the kids when he arrives home. Plays with them, teases them and drains all their energy so you can relax. I'd imagine that Ivar insists that you be a stay-at-home mom while he goes to work.

-Listens to his kid's problems from boyfriend issues to " I can't believe they cancelled my show". Actively enjoys listening to his kids talk about anything and everything.

-Signs his kids up for self-defense classes. He's aware that there's so many dangers in the world and he can't always be there to help. They've got to be prepared for anything that could happen.

-Supports his kids in all their activities. Shows up to every single game, recital, spelling bee, etc. Whatever it maybe, he'll be there. Wants them to know he cares about them and their interests.

-Doesn't really enjoy mentioning stories from his time at war to them. He's afraid it'll corrupt their world view and he want them to live a peaceful life :(

For readers who imagine pregancy:

-Ivar reads up on all those mom-blogs and pregnancy books. Puts headphones on your belly so your baby can listen to Mozart. Does it actually do anything? Idk the mom blog says it stimulates baby growth or something like that.

-You have a strong craving at 1 in the morning? He's on the case to get it for you. If he can't find it any stores, then he'll drive over to the next few towns to get it. He's so determined to find it.

-loves decorating the baby's nursery. He'll put up decorations and different decals for the baby. Also enjoys building things for it such as dresser and the crib.

-Also doesn't let you by yourself. You want to talk a walk around the neighborhood by yourself? Nope. He's right there holding your hand or pushing you in a wheelchair.

-loves to initiate sexy time with you. During his mom blog reading, he read that it was a great past time while pregnant. Plus, he loves you no matter what you look like even if you're insecure about your changing body.

#yandere drabble #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #male yandere #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere boyfriend #compact turtle #yandere family #yandere farmer x reader #yandere farmer #yandere soldier #yandere astronaut #yandere space explorer #yandere male #yandere stories #male yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #pregnant reader

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Lost in the Weeds

Yandere Plant Man x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Non-con, anal sex, painful sex, violent sex, bondage, drugged reader, paralysis, sadistic yandere, dacryphilia, general yandere behavior, oviposition?)  Word Count: 1.8k (Sorry this took so long for me to write, I hope you all like it.) 

   You were a deep space interplanetary botanist specializing in the retrieval and propagation of medically important plant species. Right now you were on the barely mapped planet Varliss IV trying to find an extremely rare flowering plant, Solanum volātilis that, despite extraterrestrial origin, appeared to be a member of the family solanaceae.    All previous attempts to propagate this rare species in an artificial environment had failed, but you were sure you could figure it out if you could only find the plant when it had a few seed pods on it.

 Procuring some seed specimens was easier said than done though. The first thing you had to do was keep trudging through this damnable jungle. Luckily there were no life threatening species, but it was still a slog through mud and foliage, and the humidity was oppressive. And even if they were not harmful there were still a number of insects that bit and swarmed around mammals, requiring an explorer’s outfit that covered your legs and arms completely. An outfit that did nothing to help the sweltering heat.  You wiped your brow and continued your trek through thick mud and odd cyan and purple vines and leaves, thorns and thistles scraping and poking uselessly at your clothing.  After what was surely many hours of hiking from the clearing you had landed your spacecraft in you still had found no trace at all of the plant. It was a highly uncommon species though, so it was not like you expected this to be easy. Science seemed amazing and technical and sometimes even magical, but you knew that it all required a lot of grunt work.  You were about to set up your camp for the night in a small clearing you had stumbled across when much to your astonishment you actually found what appeared to be the bloom of the flower you were seeking on a vine.  You pulled out your magnifying glass and reference book as you got closer to make a positive identification. Yes, this was definitely the right flower, a large bell shaped flower that was deep purple with cyan streaks and dark blue freckle-like dots on the inside. Though the vine it was attached to was much thicker than it should be. Though any number of circumstances could account for anomalous growth such as that.  You rubbed the vine out of curiosity and were astounded to find that it felt unnaturally warm. You were much more astounded when it moved away from you entirely and then the figure of a large humanoid, easily 8 feet tall, was suddenly looming above you.  You fell back on your rump and looked up in disbelief, unable to find your words. The tall humanoid appeared to be male, his long hair was red but had several vines with cyan leaves going through it, his mouth had two thorn-like fangs, he had a large vine like tail covered in the flowers that you sought out, his skin was cyan with dark blue freckles and his arms, legs, and the tip of his very much exposed cock were all dark purple. His cock was also leaking a viscous magenta fluid that dripped a bit on your face.  “And just what do you think you’re doing, touching me like that!?” He growled as he looked down at you menacingly before using one arm to easily hoist you up and hold you about a foot off the ground. “How do you like being touched without permission, huh!?” “Wh-wh-what? No! I just- I um. I was ju-just looking for seeds! I didn’t kno-” You barely managed to sputter out before getting cut off by the monstrous plant.  “Oh, you want seeds, well why didn’t you just say so? I can bring you to all of the seeds for the flowers like the ones on me, no problem.” He put you down and brushed you off, something about the way he smirked left you unsettled, but you did not want to risk his anger and so you just muttered a thanks as he took your hand and started leading you away. You exchanged names while walking with him, learning his name was Drosera. You really should have just taken your chances and ran, because as far as Drosera was concerned you had marched into his territory and were now his private property.  He lead you deeper into the strange forest until finally you came to the gaping maw of a cave. You gasped as you entered and were greeted with the surprising sight of rays of sunlight streaming in through a hole in the roof leading to the creation of a sheltered grove. Moss, trees, flowers, vines, and a small babbling brook all hidden away from the world.    There, in the center, were indeed the flowers indicative of the plant you were searching for, this time without being attached to any intelligent life. You rushed towards them in your excitement and did not notice the sprawling vines of your companion quickly approaching you from behind as you were bent down to examine the flora.  Before you knew what had happened each of your limbs and your mouth had been completely wrapped up in tendril like vines. You tried writhing from their grasp but you might as well have been trapped by steel for all the good it did you. Your muffled wails and whines were equally useless, not eliciting even the slightest bit of empathy from your captor.  Tears rolled down your cheeks, pooling a bit at the vines that restrained your lips. The vines suspended you a few feet above the ground and pulled you towards him and he brushed the tears from your face with a deceptively gentle hand. “Awe, why are you crying little human? I am just about to give you exactly what you asked for.”  Drosera brought his mouth to your neck, ghosting his two thorn-like fangs against your sensitive skin before suddenly penetrating your flesh. You writhed in pain as he injected you with a powerful venom. He held you close with both the vines extending from his back and his arms as if trying to comfort you through the pain.  Soon you found yourself almost completely unable to move, capable now of only the most feeble attempts at struggling. Whatever he injected you with was clearly intended to do away with any possibility of escape for what was about to happen next.    The tight grip the vines had had on you loosened a bit, as he no longer needed to keep you so well restrained. He used his vines to slowly, almost sensually, peel off all of your equipment and clothing until you were left exposed under the excited gaze of his violet eyes. All you could manage to do was let out a small whimper as you averted your gaze.  Drosera roughly felt up your body, eager greedy hands rubbing and groping you all over, grabbing on to what was now his.  The vines that extended from his back still held you up despite your limp and envenomed state, they quickly moved you into a bent position, your head facing away from your captor as he gruffly gripped your hips, caring little, if at all, for your comfort.  You could feel more of his vines creeping up your legs, reaching and grabbing like tentacles until they found what they were looking for, your asshole.  They roughly prodded at your entrance as you stammered out pleas of mercy, sobbing and begging Drosera to please just release you, promising that you would never cross into his territory or even come back to this planet at all. But he just laughed sadistically, your cries serving only as fuel for his arousal.  Suddenly and without warning the slender vines prodding at you jammed their way inside, eliciting a scream from your sobbing form. There had been no stretching, no application of lube, just a brutal penetration. And he was certainly not going to stop with just his vines.  You could feel them writhing and probing their way deeper and deeper inside you, after the initial pain of them entering you faded it was replaced with an uncomfortable and disgusting feeling of being unnaturally full and violated.  Your sobs finally slowed down as you became more accustomed to your situation, and that is when Drosera decided he needed to apply more pain. To utterly and completely dominate you mind, body, and spirit. To enjoy those beautiful tears that set his heart aflutter while he was inside you.  So he withdrew his tendrils from your insides and before you could even breathe a sigh of relief replaced them with his giant cock, still dripping with pink fluid. You shrieked so loudly at him ramming himself into your un-lubed ass that he almost came on the spot. He could feel it in his cock each time a scream, whimper, or pained sob racked your body.  He pulled your hair roughly from behind with one hand while gripping your hip hard with the other as he continued abusing your poor hole in as painful a way as he could.  “You should be grateful, slut! You wanted seed so badly and that’s just what you are about to get!!” He chuckled cruelly at his joke as he continued ramming into you with more and more speed as he began to wildly chase his climax.  The plant man put a firm hand on each collar bone and jerk you back painfully to get as deep into you as he possibly could as he filled you with a warm viscous fluid, you were confused though when instead of that being the end of it he then started to fill you up with a lot of something that felt round and hard.  After filling you the vines holding you in place retracted and he sat you down in his lap, causing fluid to leak out of you and onto him, though he did not seem to mind at all or even notice.    It suddenly clicked even in your rattled and abused psyche that he had literally filled you with his seeds. A million panicked thoughts went through your mind. What if they sucked out all your nutrients and moisture to grow in your corpse, what if they burst through your skin, what if th-  Your horror must have been plastered all over your face because Drosera interrupted your downward spiral of fears by saying, “Don’t worry, they won’t harm you. They are like eggs and when they are about to pop open they will come out of you, you will such a lovely incubator to keep full of my children~”  You began sobbing and hyperventilating, still unable to do anything more than weakly twitch under the long lasting effects of his venom.  “Fuck, you’re so hot when you cry for me, so beautiful.” He gently wiped your tears away with his thumb as you realized this is what your life would be like from now on.  No more dreams or a career advancing science. Just sobbing and being a flower pot for some alien monster’s seeds just for the horrible crime of bumbling into his territory.

#yandere terato #yandere teratophilia #plant man #plant man x reader #yandere x reader #yandere male x gn reader #gender neutral reader #monster boyfriend #yandere exophilia #yandere exo #yandere monster #My OCs #My OC Drosera

[yanderehsr]

Hi! Are your requests open? If yes, could I request yandere Aether, Kafka and Venti with a reader who is on hunger strike? Like- they refuse to eat untill they get freed?

Sure, Hope you'll enjoy😁

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapped reader, starving

Aether: He will panic if you skip just one meal, now if you skip multiple meals he becomes determined to cook better and better food, it smells like heaven anytime he gives you food, but you still refuse.

Aether will guilttrip you, he and Paimon will. Paimon just wants to help her dear companion that gives so much but never gets enough in return, and if keeping you with Aether is making him happy then Paimon will do anything to help, with both of them breathing down your neck it is only a matter of time before you eat.

"Please eat something, I spent 5 hours on this dish and Paimon told me she wouldn't eat a single bite before you eat."

Kafka: She sees it like a fun game in the beginning, how long can you go before you beg her for food, until you are hugging her and ask her for anything to eat in that desperate voice she loves so much.

But now the game isn't fun anymore, you have gone a week without food, Kafka actually feels fear right now, you look so bad right now, do you really wanna leave her that badly, well to bad she won't let you. She will chew the food herself and kiss you, forcing the chewed up food down your throat, you aren't leaving her, not now and not ever.

"Well played darling, but just because you won doesn't mean I will let you go."

Venti: What do you mean free, don't you see all the space you can move around, there is so much to explore at stormterror's lair. Venti is confused when you refuse to eat, isn't it delicious, did he do a bad job.

After the 3rd day of you not eating Venti will fall to his knees, begging you to eat, please, you are becomming skinnier, he needs you to eat. He can't let you leave but tell him any other request and he will oblige, and if you still won't eat he will force food down your throat when you are sleeping.

"Good, good. Keep eating and become healthy again, your mortality scares me so much, I wish I could just remove it"

#yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere male #yandere female #yandere aether #yandere aether x reader #yandere kafka #yandere kafka x reader #yandere venti #yandere venti x reader

[yan-lorkai]

Just read hades!Idia x persephone!reader drabble, do you have any more ideas? I might have loved the concept a little too much 😍

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Oh but of course I have more hcs for him, he's my silly little guy! Drabble darling is referring can be read here.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, kidnapping mention

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Idia makes your crown himself and decorates it with different flowers, in its composition there are blossoming buds, big, strong flowers exuding their life and then their weakened bodies, each one representing their lives during spring.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He made you eat some pomegranate seeds and so now there is really no way out of this world for you, although a few more seeds wouldn't do any harm, just in case.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He is a respectful god. Idia may have kidnapped you and made you a captive of his kingdom, but you're also given all the space you want and are free to explore his world as you see fit. Idia knows where and what you are doing all the time so he doesn't feel anxiety eating him up inside like he felt every time he had to leave Olympus and couldn't bring you home yet. He also like to take you sightseeing sometimes.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He loves talking about what he does as king of the Underworld, how it is separated into sections and what happens to the souls in his care. And he loves it when you ask him this and that.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Being a deity so different from him, you offer a certain comfort to the souls passing through the Underworld, especially for those who end up going to Tartarus and he thinks this is noble and honorable on your part.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Absolutely melts when you start to reciprocate his efforts, you can hear him laugh when he's alone and his voice cracks, changing from its regular tone to a high pitched one. It's lovely to see.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ When Zeus butts in and demands that you go home and spend time with your mother for six months, Idia feels a part of him die a little inside. Six months is a long time, if he could he would deny it, even with you offering your best puppy ​​eyes. He is selfish and loves having you all to himself. Inevitably he can't stop you from leaving, but over the next six months he is more irritable and aggressive without you there to keep him company.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But when do you return to the Underworld? He forgets everything, even his shyness to wrap you in a long, warm hug that makes you melt into him and he spin around with you. He also kisses you until both of your lips are swollen and sore, there is so much he wants to tell you, so much he wants to say and of course he also listens to whatever you want to say.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He is highly affectionate towards you every time you come back, almost a little suffocating, but that soon passes. For now, hold on a little.

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere idia shroud #yandere idia #yandere idia x yuu #yandere idia x mc #yandere idia x reader #idia x mc #idia x yuu #idia x reader

[lovelybrooke]

Yandere Honkai Star Rail concept.

So, I love both Genshin and Honkai so I thought, why don't I do both. (Also, sorry but I'm a Stelle stan, sue me).

Not a day goes by where you don't think of your home world.

You remember the fresh smell of dandelion wine from Mondstadt, the memorable stories of Liyue, the beautiful scenery of Inazuma, and the wealth of knowledge flowing through Sumeru. You remember it all. But as the days goes by, you feel as though your friends want you to forget.

You are so grateful for them, namely the Astral Express for allowing you to stay with them on their journey. They were so welcoming, almost to a strange degree. Himiko and Welt, who seemed like the older ones on the Express, were very helpful in the adjustment process. Himeko was the one who helped you learn how to use a phone, giving you the numbers of most of the Express Crew in case you had any problems. Welt was more standoffish but was always willing to listen to you talk about your home. You don't know if it was because of his old age, it was nice to have someone listen to you. Though, no matter what you said, he always seemed to remember every little detail about you.

Dan Heng, March 7th, and Stelle were very interested in where you came from. When you first came onto the Astral Express, Stelle and March were interested in your vision, the history of Teyvat, the people you knew back home. March loved to hear you talk, and Stelle just loved to be around you. Dan Heng wasn't as open about his fascination with you compared to the others, but when he was alone with you, he wasn't shy about asking how your world operated, wanting to know everything about both Teyvat and you.

While the crew was great, the longer you got to know them, the more you noticed that they no longer cared about finding a way to you back home. Whenever you'd be back at Herta's Space Station, you'd ask for progress on getting you home, only to be shot down and reminded how busy she is. Though, she's never busy when he want's your attention.

Whenever you mention to anyone about going home, they act almost offended, like you're ungrateful for everything they've done for you. You've learned to not mention going home when more than one of them is around, since it's likely arguments will ensue if you do.

Going on adventures with the Astral Express reminds you of your days exploring Teyvat, Belobog reminding you of Mondstadt and The Xianzhou Luofu reminding you of Liyue. The people there are also great, all be it a little overbearing, especially when you were getting used to your phone. It was jarring to get message after message from your new friends asking how you are and wondering when you're going to visit.

When you're not on the Astral Express, you're usually visiting your friends on other planets. On Belobog, Gepard is usually the one who greats you, mumbling about how he missed you. He'd take you to Bronya, who'd you talk with over a nice cup of tea, which always made you strangely tired. Sometimes her companion Seele would be present, but she'd never really talk, just stare.

When you were on the Luofu, you were spending most of your time with general Jing Yuan and his retainer Yanqing. Most of the time it was Jing Yuan watching you fondly and you explain how you used a vision to Yanqing. Yanqing was always so excited to see you, even if he's seen you recently. He always seems so interested in how your vision works. When he learns that it is a gift from the gods after a time of adversity, he becomes dead set on learning how you got yours, sometimes a little too much.

Technology is a big culture shock for you. It took you months to get used to a phone, only to then see automatons living among humans and interstellar commissions is a lot to take in. You often feel out of place and old taking about how people in your world communicate and travel, and in a way, it makes you feel small.

In your few adventures with the Astral Express, you've of course come across the Stellaron hunters. While you don't understand much about their motives, you can't deny that they are interesting. Kafka has taken quite an interest in you, whether that interest is for her own motives or genuine, you don't know. What you do know is that the Astral Express is not a fan of the Stellaron Hunters, so it's best to stay away from them, if that's even possible.

When it comes to your vision, you often wonder how it still works when you're so far from home. You like to think that the Archons are still watching over you, keeping you safe. Though, the aeons of this universe are a strange thing to you. They seem more otherworldly than the Archons of your world, making you question if your vision is enough to keep you safe.

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A/n: I don't know if I want to write more of this, tell me if you enjoy.

#yandere x reader #platonic yandere #soft yandere #yandere honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact