#yanderereader

[thatbanditqueen]

The Return of Big Daddy?

IDK I've had writer's block around poor Becky Butt this summer, but she has been flitting around my head all week like a beautiful dragonfly.... I am writing chapter six of No One Walks Out on Big Daddy, wondering if anyone still cares about this wip and if you want to be tagged when I post it later?

No matter how hard I try to escape the allure of 1975 Elvis, I can't seem to.....

current taglist:

@tacozebra051 @richardslady121 @powerofelvis @butlervol6 @dkayfixates @azzawrites @searchingforgravity @sharebearkk @18lkpeters @elvispresleywife @moonchild-daniella @bisexualwvtson @eliseinmemphis @avengen @father-of-2cats @j-v-9-2 @lillypink @notstefaniepresley @stylespresleyhearted @godlypresley @crash-and-cure @doll-elvis @beeandheroddobsessions @misspresley @yanderereader @alqvarde @yynneessmons @kendralavon7 @daffieapple @louisejoy86 @flwrs4aust @waiting4brucewayne2adoptme @leopardandstuds @burningloverdoll @butlersluvbot @missmaywemeetagain @whositmcwhatsit @be-my-ally @ab4eva @precious-little-scoundrel @vintageshanny @ellie-24

#elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #big daddy elvis #elvis presley fanfiction #no one walks out on big daddy #Spotify

[konigsblog]

hellooo :) sorry to be a bother but i was wondering if it was you who wrote a fic/drabble of makarov and yanderereader? like yandere reader is borderline OBSESSED with makarov and she kidnaps him i think?!.. i’ve been looking for this fic everywhere :(

also merry christmas cutie 🎄🫶🏼!

hello!! yes, i think i know what you're talking about :)

ive made a few posts about yandere!reader x makarov but i was only able to find one of them, here, im pretty sure this is what you're talking about? :3

i hope you're able to find the rest somehow, but i do have a lot of posts so it might be difficult!! 😵‍💫

https://www.tumblr.com/konigsblog/735275204016816129/something-for-makarov-pleasee

(and merry christmas to you as well!! 🎄🦌🍪 i hope you have a great time <3)

#makarov

[indifferent-depravity]

i'm rewatching svu and s1 elliot is so older boyfriend coded @yanderereader

you are SO right and you should say it

Elliot in the first few seasons is my FAVE and i wish i got more requests for him 😩

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

YANTATTA X YANREADER

SONG TATTA GORE

Descriptions of gore - YandereTatta x YandereReader - Blood -

Tatta took you in his arms, slowly moving alongside the soft jazz music in the background.

You smiled at him, your face covered in a bit of blood, the floor was all red, such a shame it was a nice aparment.

But that girl just had to go and ruin it. Why would she need to talk to your Tatta ? When there were lots of workers around.

No, you could not let it pass, so you lure her into your house, it was easy, she was dumb after all.

She did not expect the stab in her stomach, or the lose of her eye balls, then her ears and tonue.

That way she wont be able to see, hear or talk to your Tatta.

You decided to chop off her arms as well, your sweet dog Muffin would aprecciate the food.

Your aparment was all red when Tatta came, he found you feeding the big black dog you two adopted a year ago.

"You made a mess again" Tatta whispers kissing your head.

"Says the guy who tortured my co worker and then sent his fingers to his family" You replied a loving smile on your face and a crazy gaze.

"Well, he was getting too close to you"

God, you two were crazy for each other. And crazy to everybody, the amount of people you two had hurt because of your mutual obsession was so bad, you two would walk down the stairs to hell.

But you two did no care.

"I got you something"

Tatta left you for a moment, he then came back with a small gift. He ignored the body and how Muffin was now eating one leg.

"Happy Valentines Day my love" 

You kissed him, your lips molded his in such a perfect way. It felt like heaven had gave two sinners a teast of "love". 

#alice in borderland #aib imagine #aib imagines #alice in borderland x reader #tatta #tatta x reader

[yanteetle]

I do like the idea of YandereReader, but it would really only have a chance if reader was some sort of yokai themselves. Reader would need matching power levels with the turtles basically. You said you have trouble writing YanReader, so I think if you write under that context you might find it a little easier. Mystic stuff is pretty limitless.

(Alternatively, if reader was a human with some big connections to, I don’t know, a military or government power? That also might go places. But it would be slightly harder to write.)

Personally, despite being a yandere writer, I have a...strange dislike towards Yandere reader. Maybe it's just me? I tend to be very strict on myself, particularly my own emotions. So trying to write for a type of reader that will freely allow themselves to experience and feel such obsessive and destructive emotion, is difficult for me. I can't really relate to people like that, and trying to cater to them proves to be a challenge to me up to this day. And it's probably because I enjoy my version of y/n to suffer as much as possible (as demonstrated in some of my artwork)

#rottmnt x reader #teets blockables #yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt

[monstrouslyobsessed]

sorry i took my sweet time answering asks, h.

tw / tags: ns.fw, audio link, mirror kink

Why did Sidon cross the road—anonymous

idk nonnie (im p sure this is kay lol) to get to his dickin

okay so, concept? scientist reader and their subject?—anonymous

i'll need more than just characters, nonnie dear. any suggestion on the plot for them? kinda monster? etc. but i did write this piece forever ago, if this would count?

Hi, I’d like to share this audio that i found. Though I hope you don’t mind I just really loved it and I wanted to share it with other as well —anonymous

link to audio

aNNNNNNNNNNN hello 👀 don't mind if i doooo thank you sweet nonnie!!! &lt;3

Hnggg thoughts of ghost groom fucking you in front of a mirror so you can watch yourself clench onto air —anonymous

well that's an idea...😳bigger the mirror the better...

Hi! Are you okay with others writing stories with your OCs and/or the beastworld? With fully crediting and tagging you of course. I hope this is okay to ask, I just really love your work, and if you answered this before then sadly I couldn't find it —anonymous

ofc love!! have at it!

i'll be sure to clarify this in my faq <3 i would love, LOVE to see your interpretations and takes on my au! and honestly, feel free to make your own beastfolk ocs too. they're literally just....furries that happen to live with and lord over humans <3

this goes to literally anyone who wanted to dabble with my au too! just be sure to tag me because i'd lovveeee to see (and share!) your writings~if you got a question or concern, my chatbox is always open :)

i loved the hc you did with the holstaurs and i hope to see more of them — @yanderereader

if i think of more, i'll make another post!

fun fact: i didn't coin the term holstaurs, i got it from one popular ns.fw game, cloud meadow, which was actually taken from dnd lol beyond that, i didn't take anything else. they were basically just walking cow / bull monsters that may or may not be from another planet.

wooot, thanks so much for yall asks AND the concepts (which is now closed so i can catch up~!)!! I'll be taking some time working on them, been a bit...tired mentally wise <3 as always, be good to one other, stay beautiful, and feel free to poke me anytime mwah

#ghosts are curious.👻 #☠️not writing... #anonymous #asked #answered #☠️monster is whispering... #audio link #link #links #long post

[xjoonchildx]

creep | myg x reader

summary:  being a nice guy is not all it’s cracked up to be.  sometimes it makes you a target for bad people. yoongi learns the hard way that no good deed goes unpunished.

pairing: yoongi x reader word count: 4.8k

rating: 18+ genre: smut | dark smut | porn with the thinnest of plots warnings:  bad behavior, obsessive behavior, unhealthy behavior, yandere behavior, seriously don’t ever be like this it’s super gross, stalking, oh and there’s a bunch of sex too i’ve used all my naughty points for the rest of the year on this fic. 

sorry mom!

*******************

This asshole just put his hand on your knee.

You’ve been trying to finish your drink in peace for the last ten minutes but he refuses to leave you alone.  He’s ignored every polite brush-off, every ladylike warning that you’re completely, totally, definitely not interested.

Your eyes slide down to where the asshole is now touching you, like the power of your glare could somehow peel his fingers away. But his hand stays in place, unwelcome and unmoving.

“Let me ask you a question,” you say sweetly, lifting your eyes to meet his gaze with your own.  

The asshole gets closer and grins wide.

“Sure, babe. What do you want to know?”

“Have you ever suffered a closed head injury?”

“I don’t -- “

“What I mean is, have you ever experienced serious brain trauma?” 

He stares back at you, unblinking.

“Because I’m over here trying to work out why it’s so damned hard for you to understand the concept of no.”

The asshole physically recoils away from you, taking his unwelcome hand with him.

“I want to be sensitive to the situation, in the event that you’ve suffered some terrible physical injury,” you say with mock concern, savoring the way his cheeks redden.  “‘Cause I would just hate to come off like a real bitch.”

The asshole stands gaping for a moment before slamming his glass onto the bar. He treats you to a look of unfettered disgust before turning to stalk off.  

“Bye,” you whisper under your breath, not bothering to conceal your smile.

You reach for what’s left of your martini.

“Wanna hear something funny?”

You startle at the voice that comes from your right side, from someone you hadn’t even realized was sitting there until just now.  You’re already certain you are not in the mood to go up against another jerk who can’t take a hint tonight. 

But when you turn to get a glance at this man, you’re immediately interested. The look of barely-restrained mirth on his face puts you at ease.

“Sure,” you laugh, taking a sip of your drink. “Let’s hear it.”

“I came over here cause I thought you needed help getting rid of that guy,” this new stranger says, lifting his beer. He shakes his head with amusement before touching the mouth of the bottle to his lips. 

“Funny, huh?”

“I don’t -- “ you flush, sliding one manicured finger across the lip of your martini glass, “ -- I don’t normally speak to people that way.  He put his hands on me.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” the man says.  “So don’t feel bad about taking him down like that. He definitely deserved it.”

The stranger grins before taking another sip of his beer. 

“Besides, that was easily the best entertainment I’ve had all night.”

You smile.

This guy looks out of place here -- like he doesn’t quite belong in this pretentious hipster bar.  He’s wearing an oversized hoodie with tight jeans, while most everyone else is dressed to the nines. He’s drinking an Amstel Light while the other patrons are sipping on muddled cocktails with dozens of ingredients.  

You wonder what a guy like him is doing in a place like this.

“You hang out here a lot?” 

“Not if I can help it,” he admits with a laugh.  “Not exactly my kind of scene.”

“But it’s your scene tonight?”

“Ah -- well,” the stranger's lips purse into a you got me there smile.  “I just like to check in on the Instagram crowd from time to time.  Make sure they’re still yolo-ing and all that.”

You laugh.

You decide that you like this man’s face.  You like his intense, almond-shaped eyes and his sarcastic smirk and the over-long black bangs that fall too low and brush over his nose.  

He’s striking.

And you -- are flirting. 

“What’s your name?” 

The handsome stranger grins playfully, like he’s debating on whether or not to share.

“Yoongi.”

“Yoongi,” you murmur.  “Yoongi.”

He chuckles when you repeat his name, testing the way it sounds. 

“What, you don’t like it?”

“No -- no, not at all,” you assure him quickly. “I’ve just never heard that name before. It’s so unique.”

“Unique,” he repeats with the same tone, nose crinkling with laughter.  “Alright, I guess. I’ll take that.”

You relax a bit into your seat, thinking that maybe this Yoongi will chat you up. You think maybe he’ll stick around for another beer so you can get to know him a little better. You think maybe he’s as intrigued by you as you are by him.

You think wrong.

Yoongi clears his throat, pushing his stool away from the bar and making to stand.  He lays a bill down on the bartop and drops his beer bottle on top like a paperweight.

“You stay safe,” he says, gifting you with another one of those teasing smiles.  “Lots of creeps out there.”

“Yeah,” you say softly. “Thanks.”

Disappointment curls in your gut as you down what’s left of your martini and watch him walk out the door.  

Most of the men you run into at these bars are self-absorbed apes, cavemen in fitted shirts and designer jeans. But not this guy.  

You can already tell he’s different.

This Yoongi is the only man who’s interested you in months and he’s basically left you on read.

Well, that just won’t do.

You sigh and flag the bartender for your tab.

“You’re good with me.  All settled up,” he says, drying his hands with a towel.

You raise an eyebrow.

“Someone bought my tab?”

“Yeah,” the bartender laughs. “Same guy you were just talking to? I thought you guys knew each other or something.”

Well, you don’t.

But as you glance back to the empty doorway, you decide that soon -- very soon -- you will.

 *****************************

“Black hoodie. Black hair.  Kinda thin. Asian?”

The bartender -- the same bartender that was working three Friday nights ago --  is now staring at you like you’ve just asked him to do long division.

“Doesn’t ring a bell? Anyway, I haven’t seen anyone like that tonight if that’s what you’re asking.”

You roll your eyes.  The man is worthless.

You’re certain if you’d said “Blonde? Giant tits?” this guy would be able to recall a dozen recent guests from memory. 

Patrons laugh and glasses clink together all around you, but the commotion is not enough to pull you from your thoughts.  You stare into your cocktail and think about Yoongi’s inky hair and dark eyes and sardonic smile.  You think about never seeing him again, about never getting another chance to thank him or charm him or touch him and well --

That just won’t do.

**********************

y-o-u-n-g-i-e

y-u-n-g-e-e

y-o-o-n-

Bingo.

Social media is such a wonderful modern convenience.  Honestly, how did women without internet ever manage dating and relationships without this wealth of information at their fingertips? 

You shudder at the thought, reaching for your wine glass and taking a long look at the profile picture that’s popped up in this search.  

It’s the one, for sure.  

Small and grainy as it is, you can make out the laughing eyes and mischievous smile you’ve been searching for.  Evidently Yoongi is a friend of a friend of some guy you went to college with. You barely remember college guy’s face -- but Yoongi’s?  

Well.

You remember his face in great detail.

Most of his profile is on lockdown, but you’ve never been the type to let a little thing like that hold you back.  These situations just have to be handled with a bit of creativity -- and you can be a very creative woman when circumstances dictate.

You flick your eyes up from your computer screen, up to the garment hanging on the back of your bedroom door.  You’d removed the price tags as soon as you’d come home, afraid to stare at the proof of just how much you’d dropped on the spontaneous purchase.

But it’s worth it, you remind yourself.

The hours you spend tonight scouring profiles, the trips to the bar, the money you dropped on this special get up.  It’s all worth it.

Yoongi deserves that and so much more.

You’re out of wine and the sun is coming up by the time you’re done combing through tags, friends lists and snaps.

But your persistence has paid off.  

You look down to the address you’d scrawled on a piece of scrap paper.

It really is time you expanded your social horizons.  

*****************************

You smooth your hair down and pull the belt of your trench tight as you walk up to 8th Billiards.  

The noise and the music and the smoke assault you the moment you walk through the door.  You can still make out the refined scent of your expensive perfume, but just barely.  You hope you don’t smell like a Marlboro Light by the time you make it out of this place.

You attract some stares as you stride over to the bar. To these strangers you probably look a bit overdressed for this pool hall in the heart of Koreatown.

But you know better.

You ignore the looks and sidle up to the bar.  You keep it simple and order a vodka soda because this is definitely not a place to get a custom martini.  The bartender gives you a curious once-over but is smart enough to keep any observations about you to himself.

If what you were able to dig up online holds up, Yoongi will be here tonight.  He should be coming to this bar for drinks in about -- you glance at your phone -- 30 minutes or so?

He’s probably closing up at his family’s market right about now.

So you sip your drink and wait patiently, certain your instincts are right.

They usually are.

**************************

It takes 45 minutes -- not 30 -- for Yoongi to breeze through the door at 8th Billiards.

But this man is worth the wait.

You spot him from your vantage point at the bar right away, immediately taking in his lithe body in form-fitting jeans and a white button-down shirt.  His dark black hair looks even longer tonight, falling into and across those jet-black eyes. 

Yoongi spots you almost immediately -- locking gazes the moment he walks up to the bar.  He doesn’t order a drink but the bartender pops a beer and slides it to him anyway.  There are no words exchanged as he grabs the bottle and immediately makes his way over to you.

“So…” an adorable look of confusion crosses his features, “... you hang out here a lot?”

You smile when you recognize the question you’d asked him the first night you’d met. 

“You know I don’t,” you tease, nodding at the beer in his hand. “You didn’t even have to order that so I take it you're some kind of regular here.”

His answering smile is skeptical.

“Yeah, I hang out here a bit.  Never seen you here though.  I’m certain I would have remembered seeing that.”

God, he really is perfect, you think. 

He remembers the things you say and compliments the way you look and tries to defend you against grabby assholes in bars.  

You’re so glad you didn’t let this man slip through your fingers.

Yoongi slides into the open barstool next to yours.

“This is my first time here,” you explain with a radiant smile.  Your Yoongi is smart and could probably sniff out a lie right away -- so it’s probably best that you just stick to the truth.

One eyebrow shoots up, way up -- behind his black fringe of hair.

“So...this is not a coincidence, is it?”

“Nope,” you admit breezily, stirring your drink.  

Yoongi watches you like a hawk as you wrap your lips around the tiny cocktail straw to take an exaggerated sip. It doesn’t seem possible that his midnight-black eyes could darken even more, but somehow they do.

“So -- are you looking for me or something?”

Less is more, you think.  Don’t talk yourself into a corner.

“Of course,” you say with a smile.  You tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear and level him with your most innocent look.  Your poor Yoongi looks so perplexed now, caught somewhere in between curiosity and alarm.

“I got the impression that you wanted to ask me for my number when we met.”  You pout playfully. “I was so disappointed when you didn’t.”

Yoongi laughs, takes a sip of his beer. 

“Yeah, I didn’t think it was a good time to try based on what happened with the other guy.  Didn’t seem like a smart move.”

He narrows his eyes at you, but the gesture doesn’t come off as hostile. 

“So how did you know where to find me?” 

“I have my ways,” you deflect with an easy smile.  

Yoongi nods slowly, like he wants to ask you to elaborate on that. Thankfully he doesn’t. He takes a long sip from his beer before speaking again. 

“Well, you found me.”

You laugh. 

“I certainly did. And now that you’re here, I want to thank you for trying to help me with that jerk.  And for paying my tab.  That was a really cool thing to do.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that.”

“I know I don’t,” you say sweetly, leaning closer.  You watch as his eyes scan down your figure, take in your belted trench and sky-high heels. That perplexed look flashes across his face again.  “You just seem like such a good guy. I wanted to return the favor.”

Yoongi says nothing for a moment, just sips his beer.  You smooth down the front of your coat, letting your hands linger just a bit too long on the curve of your breasts.  Yoongi’s dark eyes track your every move.

“I try to be a good guy,” he says, finally, setting his beer down.  “But uh -- “

He looks almost bashful as he rubs a hand across the back of his neck.  You don’t rescue him from the moment, taking pleasure in the awkward pause as Yoongi attempts to gather his thoughts.

“What I’m saying is, if you want me to be -- “ he clears his throat, “ -- something other than good, I’m gonna need you to just come out and say that, alright?”

You smile.  

You’re so glad you don’t have to play the game with your Yoongi. He understands exactly what you want without you having to spell it out.

You lean into him, hand reaching out to straighten the collar of his shirt. You let your fingers brush across his neck and watch with satisfaction as he swallows thickly.

“Well that’s exactly what I’m saying, alright?”

**************************

The walk from the bar to Min’s Market is only a few short blocks which is a small mercy because these heels are little more than high-dollar, high-fashion torture devices.

Yoongi unlocks the front door and immediately heads to the alarm panel to input his code.  The harsh fluorescent lights come to life and you frown, knowing they’ll do little to flatter your complexion.

“This is where you live?” you ask, as Yoongi walks behind the counter.  He pulls a box of condoms out from a display behind the cash register.

“Yup. I sleep right between the bananas and the kimchi.”

You laugh.

“Come on, funny girl,” he teases, pulling you into the back of the store.  You follow him through a small doorway, up a back stairway, and into his apartment.

Yoongi impresses you again when you step into his place.

It’s a bit sparse from a furniture-and-decorations standpoint -- but that’s nothing a woman’s touch couldn’t solve. Otherwise, it’s spotless. He is a clean freak and you are pleased.

“I like it,” you murmur. 

Yoongi drops his keys in the kitchen and turns his back on you to open the fridge.

“Can I get you something to drink?” he calls over his shoulder.

“No, I’m good,” you call back, fingers working to untie the belt of your trench.  It falls to the floor in a soft pile around your feet.

Yoongi has just opened a beer, just pressed the mouth to his lips when he turns and catches sight of you.

He damned near drops that beer.

“Jesus,” he breathes, eyes locked on the expensive lace.

“What -- “

“It’s La Perla,” you say sweetly, twisting from side to side to allow him to appreciate the view.  

“La what?” he asks in a daze, eyes traveling up your legs, over your thighs, onto your breasts.

“It’s Italian lingerie,” you explain with a patient smile.  

Yoongi manages to drag his eyes up to your face, barely recovered from the brief stupor.

“And you wore that to a pool hall in Koreatown?”

“Yup,” you laugh, sauntering over to his couch and taking a seat.  You cross your legs slowly.

You could laugh at the look of shock on Yoongi’s face right now, at the way his cheeks are pinking up at the sight of your body in the form-fitting gown.  He swallows hard and sets his beer down.

“So you’re like...crazy, then.”

The sound of your tinkling laughter seems to echo inside this spartan apartment. 

“Oh, definitely.”

Yoongi forgets all about his beer.

He’s on top of you in an instant, crushing his mouth to yours.  He laughs when you moan into his kiss.

“No, you’re not crazy,” he breathes, hands slipping under the lace of your flimsy silk slip, finding the thin matching panties with his agile fingers.  He pulls them off of you and you can’t help the dreamy smile that comes over you when he sinks to his knees in front of the couch.  “You’re fucking insane.  Guess I’m just gonna have to take my chances with you, huh?”  

He smirks at you and you smirk right back.

“Guess so.”

Yoongi drops his head down to the junction of your thighs, pulls your legs into place over his shoulders.  You relax back into the couch, pleased he’s decided to warm you up this way.  

He really is so considerate.

You sigh when you feel Yoongi’s warm tongue press against your clit.  There’s something about a man who takes real pleasure from giving pleasure -- they are so few and far between.

But your Yoongi is a gem.

He takes his time about it, savoring the way you whine when he traces skilled fingers around your entrance, teasing -- but never dipping inside. He applies just the right amount of pressure to your aching clit with his lips and tongue, pushing close enough for you to feel the faint beginnings of a beard rasp against your most sensitive areas.

He whimpers when you grab fistfuls of his hair, bucking into the pull of his mouth.  He groans when you squeeze your thighs tight around him, panting his name over and over like a dirty prayer.  And he growls when you whisper that you’re going to come, hands dropping to your ass to grip you tight in the home stretch.

You shut your eyes when the coil snaps, concentrating on the surge that sparks between your thighs and spreads outwards to all your limbs.  Yoongi’s unrelenting tongue doesn’t move, wrenching every last drop of pleasure until you’re certain you can’t stand the sensation a second longer.  Your legs drop off his shoulders, muscles suddenly weak and Yoongi chuckles before making his way back up your body.

“Damn,” he mutters, lips finding yours once again.  

Damn is right.

Your fingers slip under his shirt, nails raking against his sides as you deepen the kiss.  The heavy press of his cock feels warm even through his jeans and you are dying to get your hands on him.  

“Sit down,” you murmur, pushing at his shoulders until he takes the hint and rolls off of you.  He leans back into the couch cushions and you straddle him, relishing the position of power.  His lips are swollen from your kisses, bangs matted to his brow with sweat and the entire look is hot -- so, so hot.

You smile at him as your fingers work the buttons of his shirt, hands slipping underneath to pull it open while he stares at you with those obsidian eyes. You don’t bother pulling the shirt off -- fingers immediately finding and grazing against his nipples.

“I hope you take sunscreen seriously,” you tease, dropping down to your knees.  

He laughs but tenses just a second later when you trail one fingertip down the light dusting of hair that disappears into his jeans.

“You took such good care of me,” you whisper, hand tracing the rigid outline straining against the denim.  “And now I’m gonna take real good care of you, okay?”

Yoongi nods, the tendons of his neck flexing when he sucks in a breath.

Your fingers work quickly to undo his belt, undo the button of his jeans.  In seconds he is hot and heavy and pulsing in your hands.  And from the look on his face, he is putty in your hands, too.  He looks fit to beg for your mouth around him.

But you wouldn’t make your Yoongi beg.  Not tonight, anyway.

You wrap one hand firmly around the base of his cock and sink your mouth onto the weeping head.  Yoongi jerks underneath you, hips rolling as you take him down as far as you can, pulling back only when tears spring to your eyes.

You pull off of him, breathless, and smile before taking him into your mouth again.

This time you lavish the head of his cock with your best efforts, licking, tasting, teasing with your tongue.  Yoongi’s head drops back onto the couch and he groans when you pump your hand to meet your mouth to ensure not a single inch of him is left out.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he whispers.

You look up at him and you could almost come again, untouched, just from the unabashed appreciation on his face. 

His lips are parted, eyes shut in concentration as you work him.  But then he opens those onyx eyes to get a good look at you and lifts a hand to cup your jaw, stroking his thumb against the outline his cock makes against your cheek.

You nuzzle into the touch of his hand like a cat.

“C’mere,” he groans, pulling you up and away from his straining cock.  You make a face, like you’re displeased.

“That was great,” he assures you breathlessly, “but like too great.  I’d hate to leave you with the wrong impression.”

“Well we wouldn’t want that,” you tease.

He grins and you allow him space to kick off his jeans.  You watch him rip open the condom packet, fingers trembling a bit as he rolls it down his rigid length.  He wants this as bad as you do, you think with complete satisfaction.  

“Turn around for me,” he whispers. 

You stand obediently, turning to face away from him and his hands move to your hips just a moment later. He guides you down into his lap, slowly.

“Fuck I bet you’re going to feel so good,” he breathes, hand reaching between your legs to take hold of his cock.  You lift your hips to help guide him to your entrance and moan when he starts to breach you, hands digging into the couch uselessly as he pushes his hips up and uses his hands to push your hips down.

He stills for a moment once he’s fully inside of you, breaths slow and heavy behind you.

“Y-yeah that’s good,” he groans, pumping his hips slowly, allowing you a few breaths to adjust to the stretch of him inside you.

You whimper as his short thrusts turn into deeper ones, the two of you finding a slow, comfortable rhythm. Yoongi’s hands grip your waist and ass and you wonder if he’s enjoying the view.  From the sounds he’s making, you’d bet that’s a yes.

You ride him slowly, thoroughly for a while and enjoy the pained noises he makes when you purposely clench around him. He suffers like that for a while before nudging you to move.

“Lie back,” he commands and you shiver at the authority in his tone, sinking your full weight back onto his chest and hips. 

Yoongi takes advantage of the new angle, lips grazing the exposed column of your neck, hands moving to cup your breasts.

“Ah -- “ you whine, “ -- yes, like that.”

“Like this?” he teases, pinching your nipples between his agile fingers.  You feel a jolt of arousal shoot straight into the center of your legs, where he’s still buried deep inside you.  

“Yes,” you pant, “just like that.”

Yoongi chuckles, hands roaming back down your body -- fingers finding and grazing your clit.  You jerk when he rubs the rough pad of one finger across it, using his other hand to steady your hips so he can continue his slow, torturous grind.

“You’re going to come for me one more time, right?” he groans, shuddering when you clench again in response to his stimulation.

“Right,” you whimper in agreement, back arching when your release threatens between your legs.  He sinks his teeth into the soft skin of your neck, scraping gently as you start to buck erratically, orgasm just within your reach.

“Don’t make me look bad,” he whispers, pressing harder on your clit, words airy as he struggles to catch his own breath.  “Ladies first.”

You want to laugh, you really do, but the building tension between your legs boils over in that moment. You cry out as your release washes over you, Yoongi’s hands moving to grip your waist again.  He loses himself in this moment -- careful thrusts forgotten -- snapping his hips over and over until he’s coming, too.  

You listen with satisfaction as he swears in Korean and English, hands anchored to your hips as he rides his orgasm out.  You love the sound of his voice, deep and rich in your ear. You love how he’s not shy about coming undone beneath you, loudly voicing his pleasure until his hips slow to a stop.

“Well,” you murmur after a quiet moment,  “I picked a winner.”

He laughs.

“That was -- amazing,” he pants.

You peel your body away and settle next to him on the couch.  You quite enjoy the way he looks in just a shirt, milky skin moist with sweat.   You watch the rise and fall of his chest and he tries to steady his breathing.

“I’m gonna get some water,” you say, standing to your feet, legs weak after your release.  You smile at him.  “Want some water?”

“Yeah sure,” he says absentmindedly, eyes falling shut.  He shoves a hand through his damp hair and you resist the urge to climb on top of him again.

“Where are your glasses?” you ask, padding into the kitchen with bare feet.

Yoongi chuckles.

“I can’t remember. I think you actually fucked my brains out.”

You laugh as you dig around in his cabinets for cups.  Moments later you pad back to the couch, drinking your water and handing Yoongi his.

He sips it with a playful smirk on his face.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you’re crazy,” he teases.

You smile.

********************

Let’s keep it real — most men are useless.

They’re filthy, unsophisticated creatures for the most part, untidy and unkempt and undeserving.

But not your Yoongi. 

Not only is he exceedingly neat, he’s also blissfully organized.  So organized that it only takes you ten minutes of rifling through his drawers to find exactly what you’re looking for.  Once you spot the spare keys, finding the written alarm codes is a breeze.  

A one-stop shop.

You test the keys in the lock to ensure you’ve got the right ones, and spare a glance at the couch.  

Yoongi is sleeping deeply, head bent at a sharp angle.  If he stays that way all night, he’ll wake up with a terrible crick in his neck and well -- that just won’t do.

You tiptoe over to him, though your attempt at stealth is pointless.  

You’d given him more than enough to sleep deep, but not so much that he wouldn’t wake up.  Still, the chances of him rousing any time in the next 12 hours are almost nonexistent.

So you grab a throw pillow from the other side of the couch and slip it under his head, stroking your fingers across his face and admiring how peaceful he looks like this -- dark lashes stark against his pale cheeks.

Of course you do feel a tiny twinge of guilt about how you’d had to handle this situation -- you’re not a monster, after all.

But Yoongi is the only nice guy left in a city of total creeps and you’re not about to let him go.

“Goodnight handsome,” you murmur, dipping your head close to brush your lips against his.  “We’ll be seeing each other again soon, okay?”

He doesn’t stir.

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#yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yanderebts #yandere #yanderereader #bangtanarmynet #btswriterscollective #ksmutclub #ficswithluv #btscreatorscorner

[kittyatsuki]

Breathless || Mirio Togata X Yandere/Lamia reader

⚠Smutt/Lemon warning⚠

A/N: so I've never really used this site to post my fanfiction before, but all my other friends use it And I really need more platform's to post my stories on. I'm getting bored with wattpad. Anyways I know this story is way out there and all over the place, but I personally like how it came out. It's intense and I guess you could say kinky as hell, but I hope You Mirio lovers enjoy it anyway♡

Summary: Mirio togata, a student closer to becoming a pro hero than anyone at UA high, finds himself Going on an emotional rollar coaster when his frienship with you, A young lamia aspiring to be a hero just as he is; takes a turn for the worst.

You're a young lamia with raging hormones, and an overwhelming quirk, He's a Young adult with pretty big dreams

Mirio togata has bitten off more than he can chew with you, Whilst trying to decipher feelings for, he finds himself being put through quite alot.

There's a variety of different questions that go through young Mirio's mind at a time, but there's one in particular he finds himself asking Repetitively throughout his life.

Your quirk: Lamia

with snake like abilities; your aura scales can both disable quirks and lure men to your Beck-and-call, which can also be very useful when Digging underground tunnels to confuse Opponents, as well as constricting victims to the point of asphyxiation

Your POV

I missed school today for a reason. When My skin sheds like this, it usually signifies the fact that my hormones were Raging. And with this Overcomplicated crush I have on Mirio

my senpai.... I didn't know how else to deal with it aside from stay home.

To say he blew up my phone would be an understatement, he was Adgitated by the fact that I kept ignoring him. But I didn't want to allow myself to think about him, because with These uncontrollable hormones Flowing through my body, I might do something I'd regret.

But speaking of the devil, There was a light knock on the door to my dorm. After peeling the last piece of skin of my scales, In the steaming hot bath I had drawn for myself just an hour ago I meander towards the door anxiously coiling a towel around my body, my silky hair falling Behind me.

I yank the door open to find mirio standing there with a baffled expression. "(F/N)! Where were you?! I haven't-" he pauses mid sentence, looking me over Once more before blushing. "Y-You're in a towel! S-Sorry! I-I can come back later-"

"No! Nonononono, you're fine! You can come on in, let me just go throw something on." I flash a Bright smile, masking my racing Heartbeat by Scrambling to my room to find some clothes.

Slithering the way I do sometimes feels Like flying, the way I sore through the air and my Giant Scaled body both carrying my weight as well as following close behind. Once I threw a shirt on; not exactly caring much about wearing a bra, I rush back to greet my senpai.

I tried not making eye contact, his Beautiful body merely had me drooling, the tingling sensation in my stomach while staring into his fierce blue orbs. "U-Uhh as I was saying, since you missed out I brought you your homework-"

I could tell he felt the vibe in the room abruptly shift, my Entire body being unable to fit on the couch, my large scales Linger in the floor surrounding it. He could easily trip on my scaled body, but with my reflexes; I wouldn't let him fall.

"U-Uhh are you okay?" A bead of sweat trickles down his forehead. My stomach was in knots, I almost couldn't Respond. I felt my chest sink, "Y-Yeah...I-I'm fine, it's just U-Uhhh." I trailed off, a hunger inside me craving the man in front of me; the lust was murder on my nipples.

After a moment of dazing off; my mouth now evidently watering

I anxiously swollow, offering a fake smile. "I guess I'm just tired. I'll go brew up some tea in a moment." With that he beams a bright smile, "No need silly, you've already done so much for me. I'll go get it started." He rushes to his feet, oblivious to my scales coiling around the couch. Before I could stop Him, he steps on my tail.

I squeak, Tears brimming my eyes; crimson Red tinting my face. "O-Oh I-I'm so sorry!!" He turns to me, and bows over and over again apologetically. I could hardly respond, My mouth now practically overflows with saliva. By now I realised I'd bitten my lip till it bled. The metallic flavor lingers. I only wipe away the spit and blood smiling anxiously.

"I-it's fine senpai-" my voice cracks, I release a slight moan, before burying my face in the coach pillow, "b-but could you maybe get off?-" he anxiously scratches his head, his face heating up as well. "S-Sorry again..." He trails off.

Why did I call him senpai? To his face?!? I couldn't help but blush harder. He beams at me.

"S-Senpai? Haha, that's a new one I mean I'm used to togata senpai but-" "S-Sorry!!! I can stop if you want..." he shakes his head, "No, it's cute. I like it." He scratches his head anxiously, his smile never fading. My heart almost skipped a beat

My gaze lingers around him. His muscles, his build- His abs. They were so strong. His dreamy eyes melted my soul, I couldn't take it anymore. If I were to attack him, his quirk would obviously have no effect, considering The Desentegration aura my scales give off.

Him even being in this place made him vulnerable yet despite this he chose to come see me. I didn't know if he forgot about this or just Chose to come see me any way because he just Generally cares about me.

But thanks to my monsterous desire for his body, I was about to ruin everything. "(F-F/N) you've been really quiet. You're starting to worry me..." The blonde anxiously pried into my strange behaviour. Unfortunately for him, he was about to have A huge taste.

"It's nothing Mirio I-I just..." I trail off. I buried one of my hands in my lap, biting my lip. "L-Lets just get back to what we were doing. After all it's not everyday sir-nighteye gives you The afternoon Free to spend time with your friends."

"But you've been acting really...strange. your face keeps getting red every time you look at me-" he cups my cheek with his hand, it felt as though my heart dropped in my stomach. He gently wipes away a beed of blood from When I'd bitten my lip earlier.

"S-Senpai-" my heart rakes against my chest. A Deep moan threatens escape,

Suddenly something just overtook me. My body Moved before I knew what I was doing.

I mashed my lips against his, throwing his textbook into the floor, and coiling my tail around his wrists; penning them above his body, despite his overwhelming strength- me technically being part monster- I could easily over power him.

His face held a mixture of shock and Embarrassment. His pink cheeks only turned me on more, along with his anxious wide eyes.

I coil my body around his, giving him no chance to Wriggle free.

It didn't take more than a few seconds to have finally wrapped my body around his. After a while, he fought for air, and so I had to force myself back slightly, in hopes of keeping him alive.

"W-Woah (F-F/N)!! W-What are you doing?!" He struggles against my grip, my seemingly endless body only continues coiling around him tighter and tighter.

"W-Wait (F/N) Y-You're getting a little rough there, S-Slow down-" he starts laughing anxiously, which soon dispersed when my coils reached his lips, sealing off his mouth.

"I-I'm so sorry Senpai...I can't stop myself I-I don't know why I'm doing this." My breathes were shakey, and so were his, as I coress the sides of his head; which is basically the only thing you can see at this point since his body is completely wrapped in my scales.

His usual sparkling smile was replaced with horror, as I slammed my mouth right back into his, after removing the tip of my tail from his Mouth for the brief moment he takes to gasp for air.

He falls back onto the couch, which losens my grip slightly. He takes this chance to move but, he only quivers. "W-Why can't I use my quirk- (F-F/N) what did you do!?"

"Senpai, have you seriously forgotten? You can't permeate through my aura scales." I boop him on the nose, as if I were drunk off sheer sexual tension.

"There's too Much heat Coursing through them, It makes it impossible for anyone to escape, the only downside....I don't have pretty human legs. But who needs those!"

He manages to rush to the door, but my tail makes it in time to coil around his ankle. He falls to The floor.

"(F-F/N) l-let's talk about this! W-We hardly know each other! I-I mean shouldn't we wait-"

"-I've waited long enough for this." I interject, my lustful eyes Striking shock into his darting fearfull ones.

"(F/N) d-don't do this J-Just

T-Think about it first.."

"-Okay." I hault for a moment, tapping my chin curiously, as I gaze up at the flickering light.

I then breath a sigh, excitement evident in my expression.

"There I've thought about it, And my thoughts say, why not?"

pull him back towards me. This time I press his head against my chest; his face now burried in my huge boobs after I tore my shirt to pieces.

He struggles against me. His yelps are muffled by my breasts, yet I didn't give him any air until his face held a tint purple.

"(F-F/N)!!! (F/N) P-Please stop!!

S-Seriously!! I can't breath-" before he could keep begging, I slide my long tongue into his mouth, before completely sealing it shut with mine.

Mirio's POV

 

I couldn't believe what was happening. I've had a crush on

(F/N) since we'd first met, but this was taking it to far, and way too fast. There's a darkness in her eyes. She doesn't seem like herself.

How is She so strong?!

She won't let me breathe -

 

H ow can I get her to stop?!

 

S-She's gotta have some sort of weakness!!

 

I found myself robotically thrashing my body around. I needed air, but she just kept tightening her grip on me. Her kisses were each forced, and sloppy. I couldn't tell if my face was either drenched In sweat, or her saliva, but I didn't want to think about it.

 

Although I found it hard not to once I felt something cold and wet, worming its way through my ear.

 

Once I'm finally given the chance, I start yelling frantically At least trying to reason with her, but everything just came out As a plea.

 

"(F-F/N)!! W-We can't be doing this!! Y-You're not acting like yourself! I-I can help you if you'd just-" "I don't need help senpai~" She cooed into my ear. This Simple action sent chills down my spine.

 

"As much as I'd really like to enjoy something like this-" I Started, "I-I can tell there's something going on with you (F/N)! I-"

"If you know me so well, how come you haven't figured it out by now!" She yells, at me; pain evident in her glossed (e/c) orbs. "How can you be so clueless?! How can you not see that I'm in love with you senpai!!!"

 

I fearfully swollow back the lump in my throat, Gazing up at her shakily.

 

 

 

"I just want to be with you until the end of time, senpai!" Hopefully this doesn't last Any longer than it needs too.

 

"(F/N), we have classes tomorrow- W-We Have to Stop-"

 

 

 

Your POV

 

His muffled yells were drowned out by the sound Of my moaning.

 

Towards the end of our 'study session' I dragged him into my bed, My tail; completely coiled around him.

 

For a while he'd lie in silence, a sickened look on his face. Which eventually changed color when I nuzzled his Face back into my breasts. He clutched onto the mattress with his right hand; as if that would help in any way.

 

"(F-F-F/N) P-Please, I-I need Air!!!!" He struggles yet again,

"W-When did you get so strong?!" I don't respond. I felt myself slowly dozing off. "Y-You're Seriously falling asleep like this?!"

 

This makes me giggle, and kiss him on the cheek. "Why are you doing this?" He asks with glossed eyes. "I told you Senpai!" I retort with a scoff. "I'm in love with you."

 

"(F-F/N), I think you're having trouble understanding the differences between love and l-lust-" he breathes out shakily, I take in that statement, actually thinking it over.

 

"If you're asking about some hidden piece of myself that completely regrets this, I honestly wouldn't know if there was; especially on a day like this." He narrows his eyes.

 

"W-What do you mean??"

With that i sigh. "Honestly talking about this is, kind of embarrassing...but I'll only tell you senpai!" I press my lips Agsinst his neck, and with a huff I start talking. "While most teenaged girls Just hitting puberty usually have a specific time of the month they Get something called a period, young Lamia have a specific time of the month we shed our skin." I explain. Every words seems to sink into his mind, i found it cute when he Lost himself in his own thoughts like this.

 

"The Thing about us is, that well...We hold in our pheromones for about six months until they're released, like sort of an oily substance. And that substance makes young Lamia such as I go crazy, and the worst part is the fact that our scales are Alot more sensetive after the shedding. So even the smallest thing can set us off."

 

He seemed hesitent yet again. I only nuzzled into his chest, cooing slightly at his sexy jawline.

 

He continues struggling, but my Large Snake-body could hardly even fit in the bedroom so, there was definetely enough of me to keep him pinned down, even if I needed to go to the bathroom.

Dirty thoughts soon plague my mind.

 

I lost myself in my own sexual desires, as worry sinks into his glossed night-sky blue Orbs. "What's wrong Senpai??" I press, gazing up at him. "What's wrong?!" He retorts with an anxious yet semi- sarcastic expression.

 

"Well...usually If they stop moving I know they're dead and uhh. You stopped moving for a moment there so..I thought-" "-They?! W-What do you mean They!!??"

 

I sigh. "You know. The goldfish you keep buying me- I don't know how to take care of them so..." relief seemed to have sank in his veins. I tilt my head in curiosity, "What did you think I meant? Actual people?" I started giggling.

 

"Senpai, I only want you." I sit up, after playing with his beautiful, Oily Blond hair, with a smirk. "Why do you keep calling me that?" He Shoots me A wild expression.

 

"W-Well I don't know-" I blush,

"Wait a minute...You said You thought it was cute-" I puffed out my cheeks Pouting.

"-Well that was before You Forced me into doing..T-This!-" His breathes seemed to have hitched slightly. "-But where did you get it from?!...I've never heard you talk like this before.."

I exhale. "I heard Bakugou and Kisishima one night, on my way to my dorm and it just sort of stuck with me. Then jirou told me it sort of stood for crush-" I Start gushing, "and Boy have I had The biggest crush on you!-

I immidiately slap my hands over my mouth. "T-That just slipped I-I've never really said anything like that out loud before."

His gaze settles, he seemed confused and slightly Nervous.  "You're literally On top of me, and you're worried about admitting You have a crush on me?" He immidiately blushes, the word rolling off his tongue, as if He'd said this more than once.

"Y-Yes!" I stammered anxiously,

"A-And I don't really know how I'm going to React to this situation a whole lot more differently tomorrow...since this might actually destroy our friendship..." I trail off. "So I have to savor this moment!!"

To be continued coz it won't let me keep going

#miriotogata #togatamirio #togatasenpai #poprocks #izukuxuraraka #bnha #bnhasmutt #femaledominance #yanderereader #miriotogataxyanderereader #Mirioxreader

[mosswillow]

i was wondering if you could do a natasha x reader imagine with an age gap/grooming elements? reader is in the foster system and is about to age out upon turning 18 so nat convinces reader to marry her after graduating high school? reader agrees since she loves nat and doesn't see the warning signs that nat is abusive? (@yanderereader)

I'm not comfortable writing grooming and only write implied age gaps. I'm going to go ahead and write something kinda sorta similar? Hopefully it satisfies the ask.

Nat is the readers high School bully. The reader is moving into her dorm to find that Nat is her dorm mate.

This is dark! 18 and over only.

You drop your bags and stare at her, mouth gaping open in shock. Nat walks over to you, smirking.

"What babe, you surprised to see me here?"

"This has to be a mistake," you say.

"Oh, it's not a mistake. I requested you."

"Why?"

She puts a hand on your hip and slides it up until her thumb brushes the bottom of your breast.

"Because I never broke you."

She leans into your ear as her hand moves up higher. Her thumb swipes over your nipple and you feel your body react against your will.

"But I will," She whispers.

"Why do you hate me so much?" you cry.

She pulls your earlobe into her mouth, sucking on it and you drop your bag. She smiles against your cheek.

"Hate you? Baby, I'm obsessed with you."

I wrote a second blurb for this

#dark!natasha romanoff x reader #Dark!imagine

[thatbanditqueen]

Dear Bri ( @stylespresleyhearted​ ) AHHHHHHH thank you for sending this beautiful No One Walks Out On Big Daddy montage to my inbox, I had to share because I feel like it so perfectly captures Elvis and Becky and their dynamic and that time period sooooo much. Ugh, I love the photo in the center, I love the halter tops and the kitchen window curtains and the lil girls. Ok, I love the 1970s in general, and I love ths era of Elvis soooo much. And I love you, sweet lady. I started chapter 4  - it begins with punching both E and Jerry in the car, but fear not, Elvis convinces Becky to come at least spend the night at Graceland and we’ll see what happens when she does.....

No One Walks Out Moodboard credit: @stylespresleyhearted​

If you haven’t read my fic No One Walks Out you can find it here

Adding the tag list for those following this story, I’m curious to know, what do you think are some quintessential Graceland experiences for a lady friend in the early stages of dating Elvis circa 1975 ? He just bought Linda her own house in Memphis in April 1975, so she isn’t living there at the time. I have my own list of ideas as I write, but I want to know what you think....

@woundmetender @powerofelvis @butlervol6 @ab4eva @whositmcwhatsit @richardslady121 @dkayfixates @azzawrites @searchingforgravity @sharebearkk @18lkpeters @elvispresleywife @moonchild-daniella @bisexualwvtson @eliseinmemphis @avengen @father-of-2cats @lillypink @notstefaniepresley @stylespresleyhearted @godlypresley​ @literally-just-elvis-fics​ @coolgirl462​ @elvisabutler​ @j-v-9-2​ @beeandheroddobsessions​ @precious-little-scoundrel​ @butlervol6​ @misspresley​ @austinbutler4life​ @yanderereader​ @alqvarde​ @yynneessmons​ @kendralavon7​ @lyssaxoxoelvis​

#no one walks out on big daddy #big daddy elvis #big daddy elvis fanfiction #elvis presley #Elvis #elvis presley fan fic #elvis presley fan fiction #elvis presley smut #elvis smut #elvis x oc #banditqueenwrites

[lexiawrittings]

if/when you update the compromise, can you please tag me? (@yanderereader)

hi @yanderereader 😊

you can sign up in my tag list here, thanks. I’m currently writting the next part!

Lots of Love Lex.xx! 💕

Story : Compromise : I - II - III - IV - V.

#lexia replies

[raineeskiesabove]

Hello, first of all, I hope you have slept well and are having a good day,second, I would like to order some bnha/MHA,I don't know if you write for this but....you can write about any bnha character (i love everyone so i don't care) with a YandereReader?,It's okay if you don't, but I'm tired of looking for some one-shot oh headcanons where we are the yanderes,it doesn't matter which one,dominant,strict,affectionate, maternal,etc. I'd only like to be in control for once...

Hi Anon! I’ll try my best!! Thank you for requesting :-;

Izuku Midoriya x Yandere!Reader HCs

You developed a crush on Midoriya after he supported you numerous times during hero exercises

No, actually “crush” was an understatement for how you felt. Midoriya was your soulmate, your one and only true love

No one was going to have him, except for you

You would approach him slowly in order to build his trust. A simple “hello” before class or a wave goodbye was the start of it all

But slowly, you’d creep your way into his life more and more, offering to walk home with him, baking him tasty treats, and studying together

As your relationship with him grows, so does your attachment to him

Around him, you always put on a sweet face. It doesn’t take long to have him completely wrapped around your finger

Izuku is generally pretty timid, so it’s easy for you to keep him under your control

He’ll treasure your words above anyone else, and trusts you with his life

People must be jealous that you were able to gain so much favor from a rising pro hero. Oh? Other students are staring? Well, that can be easily taken care of.

Huh? Izuku wants to leave you? To break up?

That can’t be true. It must be that one girl he’s been getting a little too friendly with recently. How dare she try to come between you two? How dare she try to take away the one person you care about?

Oh. Her screams have finally ceased. You smile, feeling her warm blood trickle down your arm. How satisfying. She deserved it. You look to Izuku with your signature sweet expression. He meets your gaze with a look of complete terror, struggling against the ropes you had bound him in.

It was alright now. The girl was gone, and you could finally be together. Forever, and forever. Dragging him into your apartment, it would be another two weeks before the media caught sight of the young hero.

Upon being interviewed, he would insist that nothing was wrong. He was simply taking a break, that’s all. With his beloved, perfectly devoted s/o.

#bnha izuku #bnha headcanons #bnha reader insert #bnha izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #yandere #yandere reader insert #yandere reader #izuku mydoria #izuku midoria x reader #bnha hcs

[chrisevansgoodgirl]

just wanted to tell you that i love the ballerina series and i have a few questions

is reader basically a fuck toy for the avengers?

do any of them catch feelings at some point?

do steve, natasha, carol and wanda find out they're sleeping with the same girl?

can you tag my other account @yanderereader in future updates??

i am writing somehow the smuttiest, yet cutest, chapter for this series. i feel like the feelings questions has been played with a little, reader has said she has such deep feelings for them all, and i feel like it will be clear how each of them feel after this next one. bc it's my belief that they all find something different in her and so their feelings would be much different.

i'm just working on the carol smut, tryna make it 100% carol as much as the other smut. i feel like i have nat and steve down, so i just want to provide the same for carol. wanda's part has basically been written since i posted the last chapter. i damn well knew what i wanted to do w that woman, that was why i randomly added her.

also, i just keep getting these random bouts of smut inspiration which is why they probably will not find out about each other in the next chapter! i'm tryna wrap this up so we can get to the drama, but currently, we're sitting @ 2987 words for nat, 4444 words for steve, 1219 for carol and trust me when i tell you I've hardly written anything, and 216 for wanda bc I'm not allowing myself to write what will be very interesting smut i've never actually written until i perfect the carol part. so yeah, in short, I'm having too much fun but i do think this chapter will establish some things like relationship dynamics.

(also sorry that i didn't answer this earlier?! i didn't see this message until very recently and i'm not sure how, but here are flowers for your patience: 🌹🌸💐🌺🌷🌻🌼)

#ask tag

[call-me-koi]

Hello, first of all, I hope you have slept well and are having a good day,second, I would like to order some bnha/MHA,I don't know if you write for this but....you can write about any bnha character (i love everyone so i don't care) with a YandereReader?,It's okay if you don't, but I'm tired of looking for some one-shot oh headcanons where we are the yanderes,it doesn't matter which one,dominant,strict,affectionate, maternal,etc. I'd only like to be in control for once...

lmAO i didn't have a good night

cried all night oof

But i DO too wish to have a nice easy mental health day today!! :D

by god do i really wish

----

Hmm, I'll do two!! They'll be somewhat short but :"D sorry

Deku!

-he thought you were just...extra protective?

-he didn't see it as a bad things though!!! He liked it!! He thought it was nice and auch!!

-he waaas getting a bit confused as to why his stuff was disappearing though..

-It first went from a pencil...to an apple......than a couple of books....and his toothbrush?

-At first he didn't really mind, it was just small basic stuff you can always get them back!!

-That was, until his clothes went missing

- He found out his favorite shirt (a basic black shirt he has lets pretend he likes it) went gone!!

-He also noticed how observant you are and how you noticed every small detail about him!!

-He was a bit bashful but found it really interesting!!

-A couple months in you confessed!! He liked you too!!!

-J O Y !!!

-then badabing badaboom

-He was kidnapped and was hidden in your house

-Than he connected one plus one and BOOM

-I mean what'ya expect from a smart boi??

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Honestly this sucks sorry 😔

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