#Yandere Syntax

[itsabouttimex2]

[yanderes-galore]

Can you do Yandere!Spider!Trio headcanons from LMK, please?

Sure. I focused on them by themselves if that was fine? I hope I understood who you meant in this....

Yandere! Spider Demon Trio Short HCs

(Huntsman, Strong Spider, Syntax)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Sadism, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Kidnapping, Huntsman has a thing for scents, Violence, Trackers, Cameras, Biting, Drugging briefly mentioned, Mentions of 'mate', Forced relationship implied.

Huntsman

Huntsman, true to his name, loves to hunt people.

He's known to have a short fuse on his temper and is only really submissive to those in power.

He's known to be reckless and loves to fight.

He doesn't think much about consequences and often yearns for the hunt.

Based on this I can see Huntsman as a sadistic yandere who enjoys chasing his obsession around.

He loves the chase and is definitely one to stalk and hunt down his obsession.

I also feel he's the most competitive of the three Spider-Demon Underlings.

He's volatile yet also oddly cunning when it comes to finding his prey.

Huntsman would view his obsession as his own personal prey and toys with them before he takes them in.

He wants to chase you, tire you out, then trap you in a lovely web to hold you.

While loyal to the Spider Queen, Huntsman loves you in his own twisted way.

He's the one who doesn't mind if his obsession escapes, only because he finds it fun and knows he'll get them back.

Huntsman tracks you by scent, which makes me wonder if he'd love his obsession's scent on objects or clothes....

He's like a bloodhound when it comes to tracking, always taunting as he follows clues.

Like many Spider Generation, He's agile and capable of Web Manipulation.

You can only run for so long before he finds you...

Eventually you'll slip up, Huntsman is smart enough to take advantage of that.

The second you drop your guard... he'll catch you in a web.

Huntsman takes pride in catching his prey.

It's a trait he hopes his Queen sees as admirable.

While it's easy for him to lose his temper... Huntsman always enjoys the chase.

He doesn't mind your escape attempts at first as they make a nice little game for him.

Huntsman feels intoxicated by your scent and loves when he catches you.

He's taunting you the entire time he drags you back into base, musing about how you entertain him.

To most people, Huntsman is a cunning Spider Demon who plays hunter well.

Yet in the rare chance his obsession is capable of overpowering him...

Huntsman also plays henchman well.

While mostly a dominant yandere, there's a rare chance his obsession can trigger him to be submissive if they have enough power.

After that I can see him being a worship yandere and less sadistic.

By that point he just wants to please.

Overall, Huntsman is the one most likely to stalk and hunt down his obsession all while enjoying your escape attempts.

To him this is all a game...

By the end of it, he gets a little treat too.

Strong Spider/Goliath

Strong Spider, or Goliath as some fans call him, certainly is less cunning or tactical than the other two.

There's also less known about him personality-wise from what I could find.

He's clearly to be Spider Queen's brawn, acting as the muscles of the group.

Which means, when it comes to his obsession, he doesn't bother with much tactical genius.

He prefers just using his strength to chase you into his arms.

Sure, a yandere who can manipulate you into their claws or hunt you down endlessly is terrifying...

But there's something about being chased by a hulking being that feels so much... worse?

There's no lies or subtle threats.

There's no need to use a web to trap you either.

Goliath holds no secrets.

You know exactly what you're getting into.

That, when it comes to Goliath, might just be worse than the others.

There's no sneaking and it's probably worse if he also has a good scent like Huntsman.

He's not a foe you can easily overpower unlike the others.

With Huntsman and Syntax, you could probably find a way to overpower and get the upper hand.

With Goliath, you can't.

Maybe you could outsmart him... but it's hard to take risks around him.

Once he feels he wants you... He's going to find you.

Once he has you, he'll cage you against his large body, then drag you back to the Silken Web Cave to trap you.

There's not anything fancy about his way of doing things.

There doesn't need to be.

Goliath is a simple demon.

He sees you, he finds you, he takes you...

Then after that he'll love you.

He's less sadistic than his fellow Spiders, yet does enjoy the size difference.

You're so small compared to him... so cute...

He's going to enjoy having you all to himself...

Like a little toy or small prey for him to hold.

Syntax

Syntax, ironically since they're competitive with each other, is similar to Huntsman.

Syntax isn't much of a hunter, though.

In fact, he's a coward when it comes to fighting strong foes.

Despite this, he's smart and tactical when it comes to inventions.

He stalks in a similar way to how Huntsman does.

Except Syntax tends to rely on his technology.

Syntax is sadistic and arrogant, often looking down on those around him.

He, unlike Huntsman, actually doesn't like hunting down his obsession much.

He'll track them, hunt them down, then trap them away.

He prevents escape attempts through his technology and loves to outsmart his obsession.

Due to his intelligence and skills with tech, he has ways of always knowing where his obsession is.

He's got small portable cameras, trackers, security systems....

He doesn't even need to do much if he has tiny Spider Cameras watching your every move.

Syntax likes to plan things out unlike his fellow Spiders.

He's a perfectionist who also likes to please.

He won't act on his obsession until he knows his plan is perfect.

He doesn't take well to failure.

Syntax religiously watches the cameras he has of you.

He always has monitors open as he tinkers with a new prototype, grinning softly as he sees you live your life.

He records nearly everything and tucks it away in encrypted file folders.

He watches the material he's gained like an addiction.

For a long time, this will be enough for him.

Although, the entire time Syntax plans everything.

The others are Impulsive, simply dragging you back without a plan.

Syntax has a plan... He has many, actually.

He studies your behavior enough to predict you, to read you like a book.

He prepares a room for you, he makes sure it has security...

Only when he knows he's ready does he hunt you.

Even then, it isn't much of a hunt.

Syntax is smart enough to come after you when he knows it will succeed... When you're sleeping.

By the time you wake up, he'll have you locked away for his own enjoyment.

He's been planning for this...

It's all perfect.

Even if you run, Syntax embeds a tracker in your skin.

That way there's no hiding from him.

Syntax, unlike the others, prides himself in planning...

He knows that patience is rewarded... Once everything's perfect...

He'll have you right where he wants you.

Extra Thoughts For All Three

All three of them like to bite and are possessive.

The idea of marking you is a primal thought they enjoy.

All three of them use webs to restrain you.

Spider Queen's venom is capable of making other creatures a Spider Demon, however, I feel these three can't do that.

In fact, I HC they can only drug you, not convert you.

Speaking of Spider Queen, I can see these three asking for you to be converted so they can keep you.

All three of them are manipulative in one way or another. Most of the time it involves threats.

Would these three share their obsession...? Probably not....

They're all possessive to varying degrees and are not fond of sharing "mates".

[weaverpop]

Talk about yandare imagine yandare Syntax and yandare Macaque fight over Wukong like a child. This is random

*Wukong trap in spider web and shadow web*

Syntax: He's mine!

Mac: Nah uh!

Syntax: Yuh uh!

Mac: You think King like him would rather be with servent spider demon wannabe like you??

Syntax: Hohoho you did not just go there. You think Wukong want date someone like you again after what you done to him that broked him in the first place? Hmmm emo Monkey~?

Mac: *Gasp* Emo?! People can change, ask MK about it and I already have his brother permission to courtnap my Jem again!

Syntax: >:0 That fast!? How did you do that?! That Mk kid wont even look at me when I try talk to him he run away! How am I suppose to courtnap Wukong like this?!

Mac : He dont like spider idiot. He scare of them

Syntax: Oh. That explain the screaming. BUT you think you can satisfied him like I did? >:)

Mac: You know there is more than one way to do that right?

Syntax: What you mean??

Mac : He's a switch himself you know~?

Syntax: :0 never know that...

Mac: Maybe idk try to switch up a bit. I think he'll like it. Imagine him helpless in your 8 spider robot arms begging for more.

Syntax : (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Mac: (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Wukong: ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄ Oi, Im still here!

Meanwhile Erlang just watching everything on the sofa with popcorn in his hand

"Go Macaque, go!"

🤣🤣🤣 This is hilarious! I feel like they would do this playfully, cuz polyamory, but I can def see them taking turns “fighting” over him.

And believ it or not, I think yandere Syntax would be genuinely scary. Think about it. Super smart, new demon tech and biology, was litterally able to go up against people who’d been fighting for far longer then he and hold his own…. Dudes scary.

So yandere Syntax wouldn’t just go to Wukong. It would go to ALL his partners, romantic or platonic.

As for a yandere macaque…. Well tbh I don’t really see it see it. Sure he can get possessive and stuff, but again, poly, so it’s more of a “I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt you.”

(Today is the last day I’m going to be taking asks before Christmas)

[yanderelmk]

I adore the Idol AU, always have always will :3 It's so fun to work on and I love the art that comes from these AUs

I swear there’s context. But anyways, Syntax in a schoolgirl outfit. Bonus blank for the Simps <3

[yanderelmk]

Syntax x OSDD/DID Reader(s) Headcanons

A/N: Greetings chat! Honestly I wanted to give some food back to this place, I love and miss y'all and I've deeefinitely grown a lot in my takes. I'll be using a new tagging format too!

Tags: Romance, Headcanons, Fluff, OSDD Reader(s), DID Reader(s)

It was a bit confusing trying to talk to you and then all of a sudden you were going by a different name, maybe even a different GENDER, and were talking as if you barely knew him

It turned out you were understandably extremely anxious about revealing your status as a System to him

Though he wasn't overly familiar with OSDD/DID, he went looking for the few available resources that weren't littered with bias or ableist language (no small feat)

After this he decided it would be best to treat each alter like a new person, first asking if they recognized him before introducing himself and explaining his role in the life of the alter(s) he knows

Of course this doesn't diminish his feelings for you in the slightest

If anything he now sees that he must win the affections of every alter (except if they're age regressors/littles/kids of course)

While definitely not the best with kids, Syntax did decide that he could suck it up for your sakes. Through trial and error and lots of questions, he figured out how to act as a proper caretaker for the little alter(s). Though intimidation is his domain, with you all he can't bring himself to be as stern

This has the effect of anyone who scares the System or upsets them being faced with an extra dose of his wrath

Of course he'd never let you see what he does to the offenders, he doesn't want to upset you so badly you form another alter

He never fancied himself a man of romance, but he does occasionally wonder for those alters who are of age if he ought to buy a ring each of them would like or if he should only get one

[uwuyangeppie]

hello! can you please do gepard spanking (name) as a punishment, i don’t have a clue whether you do nsfw or not but it doesn’t have to be!! thank you! hope ya have a nice night/morning/evening. :3

i don’t think this is nsfw, but it’s my first time writing spanking so i could be wrong (let me know if it is). anyway i think it turned out alright in the end…

cw: non-consensual spanking (please let me know if there's any other warnings i should add!)

you are terrified.

you can’t help it. you imagine this is what it’s like for every kidnapping victim, although you can’t say for sure if you’ve met any others. gepard has been nothing but nice to you, but the fact remains that nobody knows where you are and he has no intentions of letting you out.

he was quite forward in telling you all this on the day you woke up, which was…

you don’t know how long it’s been. you’ve lost count. definitely more than a week, at least? you’re only allowed out of your “room” (the basement) when he’s home, and it’s quite hard to get a grasp on how much time is passing when you barely get a chance to look out the window.

there’s a very real chance that he’s doing that on purpose.

as kind as he is, it’s a miracle that you can trust him at all (even if it’s just a drop in an empty bucket). if the captain of the silvermane guards can break the law so easily, then you have no idea what’s in store for you, no matter what he spews out.

today, he says he’s coming home late. how late is late? you ask, feigning interest, sensing an opportunity. after all, he never ties you up, worried about your wrists. it’s only ever the door that gets locked.

“probably… hmm, maybe an hour later than normal? i’ll cook a bigger dinner tonight to make up for my absence. i promise it’ll be worth it.” he kisses the top of your head before he leaves- and you almost immediately start trying to break down that damn door once he’s gone.

and you succeed. the fresh air is like a slice of heaven. you never thought you’d be so grateful for something so simple. still, your first goal is to run, run, run, to hide, to tell someone, anyone, everyone what happened to you.

and you do run.

"darling, i'm disappointed. to think i was even going to let you out of the house."

…right into gepard’s chest.

you stare up at him. he was going to let you out…? you didn’t need to go to all this effort…? you- you ruined your chance at freedom with your own two hands?

gepard guides you back to his house, away from prying eyes, apparently done with his work. ah, maybe you’re more important to him than a couple of meetings. in the end, you never did get that far. despair starts to settle in your heart.

he briefly examines the state of your room, but doesn’t say a word about it. you decide to stay quiet about it too.

"i suppose i should nip this in the bud before it becomes a habit for you."

back upstairs, it’s all you can do but tilt your head in confusion. even when he pulls out a chair, your mind doesn’t connect the dots. after all, gepard’s been nothing but nice.

it only begins to click when he bends you over his knee and pulls down your pants with ease. you’re getting punished.

“remember,” he says, voice stern, “this is your fault.”

his hands are rough from the years and the nature of his work. to be honest though, you don’t even notice. you’re too fixated on the sting of your ass. the reality of your situation starts to sink in, and you suddenly feel very vulnerable.

perhaps he notices this. “your fault,” he croons, like this repetition makes a difference to you. he does not tell you to count to a number like some of your other friends have talked about, and you get the awful feeling that he’s going to spank you until he feels like it’s enough.

the next one is harder, in the same spot as the first. you yelp, but for better or for worse, he doesn't react. they gradually get faster and faster, each in the same spot with the precision that only the captain of the silvermane guards could manage. even though you haven’t been asked to count, you lose track of them quickly, just like you’ve lost track of everything else.

“i’m sorry,” you sob, the pain too much for you. “i’m sorry, gepard!”

you're trembling. this experience has well and truly uprooted everything else you thought you knew about gepard, with your cheeks stained with tears, hands gripping the chair legs, and gaze glued to the ground. you brace yourself, waiting for the next hit. it doesn’t come.

“sorry for what?”

“i shoul- should’ve stayed here,” you hiccup. “i never should have left.”

silence. he’s waiting for you to continue. you don’t dare try to pull yourself off his lap, although you’re not sure you have the strength for that anyway.

“i’ll never ru- leave again,” you whimper, tears still streaming down your face. it hurts. it hurts. please don’t start again.

“that’s what i like to hear.” effortlessly, he pulls you up into a sitting position. it only worsens the pain, but when you finally meet his eyes, they’re filled with the same warmth that you’ve always known them to have. your uncertainty about what lies beneath, though, taints them.

"don't cry, darling. i'm sorry, i didn't mean to be so rough." is that really true, though? he leans in to kiss your tears away, and you reflexively lurch back, anxiety temporarily snatching control of your body.

something flickers across his face, but it's gone in an instant. he makes a noise that sounds a lot like "hmmm". now that fear’s holding the reins, though, you don’t notice. you’re too busy scrambling off his lap and pulling up your pants again, still in quite a bit of pain.

after a little bit of thinking, gepard stands up and brushes himself off. it’s almost time to make dinner. you probably won't try to run off again any time soon, especially not after his little lie about how he was planning on letting you out of the house. still, he should probably say something to remind you where you belong.

“oh, you destroyed your door, didn’t you? well, i suppose you’ll just have to sleep with me tonight.”

[lmk-yandere-syntax]

RULES

YES ASK ME QUESTIONS

IM A YANDERE NOT IRL OK

I DO RIZZ OR I TRY

[maliciouscottonball]

Hear me out on the platonic Autobots what if someone or something was trying to break into the little one's House what would the reaction be 🤔!

Surprise Houseguests (Part 2)

Platonic Yandere! Autobots x GN! Human! Reader

Wordcount: 3255

AN: Thank you so much for the ask!!! It’s my very first one!!!! I wanted to write something fitting for the occasion so it took a bit longer than expected. I decided that a second chapter situation would be best to explain because I’m a certified yapper. It's a bit darker than the first part but I like it. I’ve been learning how to read and write in Cybertronian so I know for sure what I’m talking about. 😎 I like to think of the sound of Cybertronian engines as being like cat sounds. There are purrs, soft hums of life, startled silences, and roars and the scientific explanation is that it’s actually because they’re all my little meow meows. This hasn’t been beta read so please forgive any mistakes!

TW: Soft yandere behavior that turns significantly less soft at some points, the home offense system, robot violence, murder, medium stalking instead of light stalking, Optimus loving grammatical accuracy, silly alien robots being silly and significantly more creepy than last time

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Your Cybertronian lessons were going very well and you were learning quite a bit. You were progressing much more quickly than you expected. It was probably helped by the fact that since your mouth physically can’t pronounce anything in the language, you didn’t have to worry about that aspect. You were able to read simple stories and understand sentences with the words that you were learning. It certainly helped that you had a team of native speakers thrilled to help any time you called. 

Optimus was especially pleased with your progress. He would wait for your call every Friday evening, the day your schedule allowed you to finally stay up later than usual. It wasn’t like you had much else to do in such a small town in the middle of nowhere. His brutality in battle increased a hundredfold on those days, to the point where after watching him tear apart soldiers with his bare servos because he was angry that he might be late for your call, many Decepticon teams simply refused to fight any Autobots every seven solar cycles. Megatron was not happy but after reviewing recovered battle footage, understood and scheduled accordingly. It was better that way for everyone involved. Optimus was always very excited to teach you the meaning of new words and phrases and slowly transitioned his stories from English to Cybertronian. A former Iacon archivist was probably one of the best language, history, and culture tutors that you could’ve dreamed of. Optimus was an expert and it was the reason that he always spoke so formally. You remember during one of the visits that the team made to your home, he told you, “Even in the face of grave danger, there is always a place for eloquence, proper grammar, and correct syntax.”

You thought that he was joking. He, in fact, was not. He would affectionately correct your grammar and spelling in the messages that you would send him and always encouraged the others to do the same. He kept multiple copies of your messages in his hard drive, as did the rest of the team with their messages from you. Even though they were horribly spelled and sometimes borderline indecipherable in the beginning, they were deeply cherished. The younger and less mature bots would show each other each message before recharging, gushing about how cute and sweet you were, even when you were trying to have serious conversations with them. The older bots denied it but they listened in and found it endearing.

You had started making memes in a mixture of Cybertronian and English and sending them in a group chat to Bumblebee, Windblade, Jazz, and Wheeljack. You had tried to explain why they were funny to Ironhide, Optimus, and Ratchet but most of the time, they just looked at you with the most perplexed, mildly concerned, and very supportive expressions imaginable. Most of the time when you showed Ratchet your memes, he just stared at it for a little bit, patted you on the head, told you that he was glad that you were enjoying yourself, and started teaching you how to do a new type of basic repair on a Cybertronian. Ratchet was good at redirecting you into more familiar territory and the old mech was much more gentle about it with you than anyone else. You’d get the occasional chuckle from Ironhide and Optimus when you showed them but they seemed to enjoy just listening to you talk about anything and everything.

Something that both Optimus and Ironhide enjoyed significantly more than memes was playing games. You would play simple Cybertronian strategy games with them. It was rare that you won and the occasions that you did win were usually based on luck. That didn’t mean that you didn’t enjoy it. Quite the opposite, actually. You loved having them give you tips on what to do next and sometimes you would play as poorly as possible, just to get a reaction from them. You liked the stories about who Ironhide used to play the games with on Cybertron before the war. His voice would get soft and nostalgic. He seemed much more relaxed. It reminded you of how Optimus spoke when he was telling you a bedtime story. You enjoyed listening to Ironhide’s war stories while he drove you around but there was something so calming about his stories from before the war.

You liked Windblade’s stories too. You hesitated to go on rides with her at first because of how much she liked doing tricks to impress you but cruising at a steady altitude through the clouds with her was nice. You’d get much less nauseous that way. She did that quite a bit when she figured out that you liked it. You liked hearing about the titans and how she spoke to them. You thought that it was amazing that she could talk to such massive beings and that they’d understand her. Her perspective on the war was different than that of the mechs on the team and you liked hearing about what she had to say. She was the only femme that you knew and you liked spending time with her once she figured out how to handle you properly without scaring you.

Bumblebee and Jazz both loved goofing off with you. You’d watch movies and TV shows together and make plenty of commentary on the characters. You’d mostly end up laughing through whatever you were watching and making even more memes to go with them. You liked spending one on one time with each of them too. Bee would go racing with you through backroads and empty streets, keeping you buckled up tight as he sped around with you squealing and laughing in delight. He loved hearing you laugh and seeing you happy. Jazz would only occasionally speed around on your drives together. He would get you a treat to eat before he cruises around with you sitting in the luxurious interior of his alt mode, listening to old and new favorite songs with him. You would spend time finding new songs for each other every day and saving them up for when you inevitably went for another drive. You had playlist upon playlist of music to choose from with every genre imaginable. Jazz was who you went with if things were busy and you needed to escape from your worries for a while.

The Autobot team had been in contact with you for eight months before something went wrong. It wasn’t what was expected. The raccoons continued rummaging through your trash, even after the improvements made to the cans by Wheeljack and Ironhide. It had actually gotten worse after a month. You complained about it to Jazz while you were chatting with him on a call and he decided to see how they managed to do it that night while he was on watch. Jazz contentedly watched the feeds of each camera in your house while monitoring the surrounding area. He was watching your leg twitch in your sleep and recording it to show to Ratchet (just in case it was cause for concern, he rationalized) when there was abnormal movement detected outside where you kept your trash cans. He stopped recording you and then started watching the live footage from outside while starting a new recording.

There was a man digging through your trash.

A human man.

Unacceptable.

To his horror, the man went around your entire house and tried to open every door and window.

Something had to be done.

Jazz immediately woke Optimus and Ironhide and showed them the footage. The enraged roar of the Prime’s engine, the blaring of his horn, and the smell of the ominous black smoke billowing from his exhaust pipes were enough to startle the entire team awake, as well as the vast majority of the inhabitants of the town they were staying in.

The team abandoned their mission and immediately started driving back to your house at first light. It could wait. You could not. Optimus had wanted to start driving immediately and not stop until they had arrived but Ratchet had convinced him to reluctantly let the team finish their recharge. He sat in his alt mode and seethed the entire night. He couldn’t recharge. How could he ever recharge in that kind of situation? Someone was bothering his little one. Someone was creeping on you and he and his entire team were too far away to protect you. The flamethrower at the front door was disabled and the rest of the defense systems were made for raccoons and Decepticons. You were defenseless. The rest of the Autobots didn’t recharge all that well either. It was understandable. Trying to relax feet away from a Prime ready to eviscerate a member of the species that he swore to protect is not an easy task. 

On the familiar road back to your home, it was eerily quiet on the comms. The only time that anything was said was an hourly report of your whereabouts and activities, plus the occasional update when you messaged a member of the team. Optimus’s spark ached when you sent him a message about how you picked up some of the oil that he likes at the auto store. You really had no clue how much danger you were in and were just going about your day like usual. You really did need the Autobots to protect you.

When the team finally made it to your town after a few solar cycles, Optimus sent Windblade, Bumblebee, Wheeljack, and Ratchet to your home to guard you. As much as Optimus wanted to see you as soon as possible, he had something to deal with first. Ironhide and Jazz were going with him to help handle the situation. There was also the added benefit of you not being able to see him while he’s angry. He knew that his size made him intimidating under the best circumstances and he didn’t want to scare you with how upset he was.

Jazz had been tracking the man bothering you from the second that he showed Optimus and Ironhide the footage. He may be a more laid back bot but that didn’t mean that he let things like this slide. The man was going to hurt you. Jazz was not going to let that happen. If the angry energy radiating off of the Prime was bad for team morale, the cold energy from Jazz was worse. They were used to the mech being friendly even in life or death situations. 

Ironhide wasn’t about to let anything happen to you either. He had been teaching you self defense and would always affectionately refer to you as his little cadet. He would only let you use a low power blaster under the strictest supervision but he called it your training time. When you were done, he’d give you one of the treats he found during his missions and tell you how well you did. It was a nice change of pace for him. In his eyes, you were already an Autobot and he was known for keeping his team safe. He was less angry and more determined to eliminate the threat so that everything would go back to normal.

The rest of the team didn’t know the details of what was going on but they knew that you were under threat and the cause was a human. That was all they had to know while keeping a careful watch over you. Bumblebee figured that you didn’t know about the danger you were in and kept you close. He would peek through the windows as you got things from your house and make sure that you were no more than fifteen feet away from an Autobot at all times. You didn’t know why your friends were being so clingy but you were happy to be around them.

Windblade didn’t take you on any flights that day. You found it strange but you figured that she was just shaken up after a particularly bad mission. You were happy to try your best to comfort her and the rest of the team. You pulled up some funny videos that you had watched while they were gone and watched them on a data pad with her while she worked on one of her blasters and you worked on a small craft. You both giggled at some of the funniest parts and you were proud of yourself for making her smile when you gave her the necklace that you made for her. Her spark melted when you talked about putting felt on the back of the pendant so it wouldn’t scratch her finish. It was impossible for her not to smile around you but she didn’t tell you that. She wanted you to feel special.

Wheeljack occupied himself by improving your home defense system. There were going to be no more silly features that allowed you to turn them off outside of an extreme emergency. He sat you on his shoulder during less dangerous parts, explaining the intricacies of Cybertronian engineering to you. He spoke in Cybertronian for some of it and it was clear that he thought that you were further along in your studies of the language than you actually were. You didn’t understand most of what he was saying but you were happy to be included. After a few hours of intensive engineering lessons, he playfully shooed you away when he had to get advice from Ratchet on which weapons system would be the most effective against organics. 

Ratchet was surprisingly calm about everything. He gave you a check up and made sure that you hadn’t been hurt while they were gone. He was concerned about the random small bruises that regularly showed up on your legs and even more so about the fact that you didn’t know where they were from. He quickly realized that they were simply from your clumsiness and made you take an iron supplement while you watched him make small repairs on the team’s equipment. It worried him a bit that you were so prone to becoming damaged. He would have to research methods to keep you safe from yourself.

Jazz gave the location of the man to Optimus and Ironhide. The man lived in a cabin much deeper in the woods than you. Ironhide figured that living away from other humans was the man’s only redeeming quality. It would make neutralizing him much simpler. The three mechs transformed into their bipedal modes, not bothering to conceal themselves from the man. They could see his startled face peeking out from one of the windows and Ironhide and Jazz were equally startled when Optimus tore through the cabin like it was tissue paper to get to the man.

He snatched up the man, engine roaring once more and internal temperature rising to the point where he could smell flesh cooking in his servo. 

“You dare treat our little one like a creature to be preyed upon?” His voice boomed.

Optimus’s digits were crushing the man. It was difficult to tell at first but the man’s ears were bleeding. The sheer volume of the Prime’s rage had burst his eardrums. Ironhide and Jazz simply watched. They had all lost so much. They had sacrificed everything for their cause. It was okay to be selfish for once. It wasn’t even that selfish, Jazz had told Ironhide on the way back. They were taking care of you. You needed them to protect you from a threat to your life and happiness.

Squish.

Optimus crushed the man in his grip with a twitch of his digit. He then dropped the man onto the forest floor. The man had somehow survived and was simply staring up at the bots. There was a satisfaction in the Prime’s eyes that made the man even more afraid. The man couldn’t hear anymore but he could see. He could see the pleasure that the mech took in watching the life drained out of his body and all he could do was look up at him. Optimus stepped back and Ironhide took his turn standing over the man. Ironhide raised his blaster and glared down at the man.

BANG.

Suddenly, the problem had been solved.

The man hadn’t even left behind a corpse. He was incinerated by the shot and there was only a smear of carbon on the forest floor. Jazz stomped out the flames licking at the edges of the blast and seemed content. You were safe again and he was very happy with that. He gave a friendly smile to the other two mechs. He made sure that all of them were clean of any blood or unpleasant smells before they made their way back to your home. It was important that you didn’t know anything about their methods of protecting you. It was for your own good and none of them wanted you to be afraid of them. They wanted you to still want to be around them.

Optimus hummed a Cybertronian lullaby on the way back to your house. His mood was lighter as he walked back through the woods, back to you. You looked up from where you were sitting with Wheeljack when you heard the song rumbling from in the trees and your face lit up. You recognized the tune when you heard him from the times that he sang you to sleep with it and you eagerly ran up to him while telling him how much you had missed him and the others. That cheered his spark even more. He lifted you up in his servo, listening to you chatter at him and loving every second. He carefully ran a digit along your head and back, watching how you relaxed while he rubbed your back and smiling down at you. It was all that he could do to not coo at your cute behavior. He would never allow any harm to come to you. You were their perfect little one. 

You enjoyed your standard routine of learning and relaxing with the Autobots for the duration of their visit. They were even more doting than usual. You didn’t find it strange. You were just happy to hang out with them. You followed them around like a little duckling and acted very sweet towards them, just like always. You were such a wonderful human and they all adored you. The team had to leave after a few days and seemed much better off after their mini vacation with their favorite human. They resumed their regular communications with you and got back to their missions.

Optimus was a quiet mech outside of battle. His tendency to quietly look at and organize data hadn’t changed, even after millennia of war. He was reading a report while half listening to you and Bumblebee chatting over a call. It was comforting and gave him a sense of normalcy. He loved hearing your thoughts and ideas. You were so young and naive, especially compared to them. It was so refreshing to him and his team. Optimus smiled when he heard you excitedly tell Bumblebee that the raccoons were finally leaving your garbage alone. He gave Ironhide and Jazz a knowing look. Ironhide was doing maintenance on his blaster and Jazz was checking over the surveillance cameras in your home. They both returned his look with smiles. He and the Autobots were keeping you safe and they would continue to do so.

[random-fandom1984]

MASTER LIST

Request are open!

ALLOWED:

●Fluff

●Yandere

●Angst

●Crossovers

●Character x Reader

●Character x Character

●References to other fandoms

●Comfort

●Headcanons

●Reader/Character from one dimension/universe getting sent to a different one (tfp x tfa, trollhunters x zak storm, etc)

●Suggestive (no sexual intercourse will be written, but it could be hinted: Ex: making out neck bites/marking. There will be no scenes involving the Devil's Tango, not detailing how it goes but subtly described like "glad to investing soundproof rooms" or something like that)

●others to be added

NOT ALLOWED:

●NSFW (Suggestive is okay, just not full-on smut)

●Pedophilia

●Incest

●Certain sensitive topics (rape, abuse, etc)

●Other's OC's (I don't have the confidence to do that)

I also have a master list of poems I'm making

Poems Master List

FANDOMS

Transformers

Tfa:

General:

- Predacon! Reader in TFA

Optimus Prime

- Wattpad Story: Deadly Voice

- Yandere! TFP! & TFA! Optimus x Chubby! Gn Reader

Ratchet

Prowl

Bumblebee

Bulkhead

Jazz

Jettwins

Ultra Magnus

Megatron

Starscream (+clones)

Lugnut

Blitzwing

Blackarachnia/Elita-1

Grimlock

Wreck-Gar

Soundwave

Longarm Prime/Shockwave

- All I Takes Is A Potion to Show How Much I'm Obsessed with You Part 1, Part 2

Wasp/Waspinator

- Bots Will Be Bugs (Yan! Wasp x Cybertronian Reader)

Tfp:

Optimus Prime

- Yandere TFP! & TFA! Optimus x Chubby! Gn Reader

Ratchet

Arcee

Cliffjumper

Smokescreen

Bumblebee

- Bumblebee x SG! Cybertronian Reader

Bulkhead

Wheeljack

Ultra Magnus

Megatron

- Decepticons Meets Sparklings

Starscream

- Decepticons Meets Sparklings

Soundwave

- Decepticons Meets Sparklings

Shockwave

- Decepticons Meets Sparklings

Predaking

- Decepticons Meets Sparklings

5t3v3(Steve)

- Decepticons Meets Sparklings

Knockout

- Decepticons Meets Sparklings

Breakdown

- Decepticons Meets Sparklings

Dreadwing

- Decepticons Meets Sparklings

Arachnid

Unicron

Tfe

Optimus

- Sparklings

Megatron

- Sparklings

Bumblebee

- Sparklings

Elita-1

- Sparklings

Soundwave

- Sparklings

Shockwave

- Sparklings

Tarantulas

- Sparklings

Terrans(PLATONIC ONLY)

Swindle

Starscream

Tfg1

Optimus Prime

- Calling Optimus Prime Dad

Prowl

Jazz

Bumblebee

Ratchet

Megatron

Starscream

Skywarp

Thundercracker

Reflector

Soundwave

- Soundwave x Autobot! Reader Part 1, Part 2

-Clinging to Sanity or Embrace the Fantasy (Yandere! Platonic! Soundwave + teenager! Reader)

Shockwave

Grimlock

Unicron

Other Autobots and Decepticons

Tfbw

Optimus Primal

Rattrap

Rhinox

Cheetor

-His Sea Goddess (Cheetor x Cybertronian Reader with an Octopus alt-mode)

Dinobot

Megatron

Tarantulas

Waspinator

Tfrid2015

Bumblebee

Sideswipe

Strongarm

Fix-it

Grimlock

Drift

Steeljaw

Thunderhoof

Fracture

Underbite

Saberhorn

TF1

Orion Pax/Optimus Prime

D-16/Megatron

B-127/Bumblebee

Elita-1

Starscream

Soundwave

Shockwave

Sentinel Prime

LEGO MONKIE KID

Mk

Mei

Red Son

Jin & Yin

Spider Queen

Azure Lion

Macaque

Sun Wukong

Nezha

Syntax

Huntsman

Goliath (Strong Spider)

Peng

Lady Bone Demon

Not Mayor

ZAK STORM

Zak Storm (PLATONIC ONLY)

Cece

Crogar

Clovis (PLATONIC ONLY)

Caramba (PLATONIC ONLY)

Calabrass (PLATONIC ONLY)

Golden Bones

Trollhunters/3Below/Wizards

Angor Rot

-Headcannons

Gunmar

Bular

Aaarrrgghh

Blinky (Blinkous)

Nomura

Draal

Krel Tarron & Aja Tarron (PLATONIC ONLY)

Varvatos

Tronos Madu

Zadra

Zeron Alpha

Nari

Skrael

Bellroc

Cookie Run Kingdom

Gingerbrave (PLATONIC ONLY)

Wizard Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY)

Strawberry Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY)

Custard Cookie Ⅲ (PLATONIC ONLY)

Chili Pepper Cookie

Licorice Cookie

Poison Mushroom Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY)

Dark Choco Cookie

Red Velvet Cookie

Pomegranate Cookie

Dark Enchantress Cookie

Pure Vanilla Cookie

White Lily Cookie

Hollyberry Cookie

Golden Cheese Cookie

Dark Cacao Cookie

Princess Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY)

Knight Cookie (PLANTONIC ONLY)

Caramel Arrow Cookie

Crunchy Chip Cookie

Affogato Cookie

Captain Caviar Cookie

Black Pearl Cookie/White Pearl Cookie

Shadow Milk Cookie

Mystic Flour Cookie

Others to be added

Adventure Time: Fionna & Cake

Fionna

Cake (PLATONIC ONLY)

Gary

Marshall Lee

Scarab

Prismo

Simon (PLATONIC ONLY)

Marceline (Vampireworld version)

Bonnibell Bubblegum (Vampireworld version)

WHEN REQUESTING (More rules will be added later):

●Include the fact whether or not your request is platonic or romantic; If romantic, is Y/n or character in a relationship, and if not, who is the romantic interest(s)?

●Give me some of the plot of what you're thinking for your request. If you don't, and I don't know what you want it to be about, or I can't think of what to make up- Example:

Optimus x Reader. Angst. Reader is male.

I don't know what the plot should be, or what it should involve. Like, if it's good enough that I can think of what it could be, then yeah, sure, but that will be a rare chance with me. But if it's like this- Example:

Aaarrrgghh x Reader. Comfort. Basically, the reader has had a bad day at work/school, and the two of them just cuddle and enjoy the silence in each other's arms, slowly falling asleep.

Then I will be able to think of how it can go because you gave me what you want to include in your request, but now how, I will be able to get behind that.

● I can make the reader be based off of another character, like- Examples:

-Vox! Reader in Trollhunters

-Reader as Ratchet's little sister in Transformers: Generation 1

Anything! Whatever you want as long as it's allowed.

●If your request involves something that isn't allowed, then it will be ignored.

That's everything for now! Request away!

[ebonystarfall]

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Hi!!! I partnered with a friend of mine to make this blog!(—Owner 1)

I begged for her email and now I’m forced to write this in her basement (—Owner 2)

Questions:

Q: What is this blog about?

— A: This is dedicated to writing LMK (Lego Monkie Kid) content, such as headcanons, oneshots, and character x reader stuff!

Q: Will you write about canon x canon?

— A: No, neither of us plan to write canon x canon…we’re sorry if that’s what you were hoping to look for!

Q: Which characters will you write about?

— A: Red Son, Nezha (Or Ne Zha depending on who you ask), Peng, Azure Lion, Kui Mulang, Ao Lie, Not Mayor, Syntax, maybe Spider Queen, Chang’e, and nobody else. (Update: Xianliu)

Q: What won’t you write?

— A: Smut, heavy gore, nsfw in general, minor x adult and other concerning things like that, yandere, and angst (I know we will write it on our CRK blog but we won’t do it here)

(Edit: we do angst.)

Q: Why won’t you write about Macaque, Wukong, or anyone else?

— A: Owner 1 is petty and doesn’t plan on writing about characters who has an INSANE amount of content (and also doesn’t really care about the others that weren’t mentioned), and Owner 2 only watched the show for their faves. Also because we don’t wanna mischaracterize the ones who are so popular to not look stupid 💜

Edit: we've come back to crk content

[meathunt]

I just wanted to drop by and let you know that I really, really, really love your vampire dads! Love the story, environment building, the characters of both and how mean things have been for reader. I feel like that storie's been a bit more yandere & infantilism and I enjoy it a lot. Your writing is really enjoyable. 💚

Thank you so much! (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) They are my first ones and I honestly am very attached to them too! I have always been fond of world building so getting to do it makes me very happy. And thank you! I am a bit insecure about my writing as honestly I don’t think i have very good grammar or syntaxes, But I’m trying my best!!

[itsabouttimex2]

i do like definitions!! i do!!! i AM a definition reader!!!! (<- guy who just read through the yandere bullfam bot)

Honestly, it makes my day that you guys read my definitions! I’m really glad I left them as public view- it’s fun to know that people read my stuff, even on other sites!

Also: yandere meme drop!

[yanderes-galore]

YESSS REQUESTS ARE OPEN AMD YESS you're doing Lego monkie kid!!! Can I ask for a Syntax with your prompts 20, 15 and 58

Sure, pardon me if I struggle a bit. Syntax has, at max, six minutes of screen time and the most characterization I got was nerdy henchman that was all bark no bite.

Yandere! Syntax Prompts 20, 15, 58

"I've been waiting too long for this...."

"Please smile for me... don't make me force you...."

"One more mistake and I may just break something."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Isolation, Implied experimentation, Stalking, Delusional behavior, Forced kiss, Makeout scene, Drugging, Forced "relationship".

"Didn't think it would be that potent...."

Your head pulses when you wake up. Your vision is blurred as you look around your surroundings. Or, at least, you try to... but your vision is awfully smeared.

Your lack of sight forces you to rely on other senses. The area gives off a damp chemical smell, cold air making your skin shiver. Not only that... but you felt a silky substance bind you. Hesitantly, you pull at your arms.

Your arms don't come loose... In fact you begin to realize you're entirely bound.

"You waking up, I see?" A voice asks you, a certain presence stepping closer. You blink a few times, trying to see...

Only to feel your heart pound as you see a... "man" in front of you? He has piercing green eyes that seem to observe your every move and unnatural purple skin. Not only that... but a grin revealing sharp fangs.

"Yeah... Looks like I didn't use the correct dosage in that Spider Drone..." The man scoffs, looking you over with an annoyed expression. "You were out way longer than I expected...."

As your senses come to you, you begin to realize you're underground. Green lights assault your eyes, yet illuminate the fact you're hindered by webs. You glance back at the man watching you...

Just what is he?

"I've been waiting too long for this...." The man hums, leaning beside the web that holds you. Green monitors behind him showcase what seems to be camera footage that's paused. It's as if he was watching it while waiting for you to wake up...

What's even worse is it's you on the screens.

"Noticed, have you?" The man chirps, watching your frightened gaze with glee. "You've been on my mind for months, dear... It took forever to plan your capture."

"Who are you?" You shakily ask, trying to stay calm, but the man seems to notice it anyways.

"Oh, silly me... I forgot you don't recognize me." Syntax smiles, seeming to enjoy your anxiety. "My name is Syntax... Henchman of the Spider Queen... and your new love once you settle in."

"Excuse me?" You glare, making Syntax sigh wistfully.

"Poor you, all confused... It's adorable, really... You don't remember me, do you?" Syntax hums, green eyes trained on you. "You don't remember Syntax? Your coworker?"

It's then it clicks... You vaguely remember Syntax. He was never a people person, always focused on his work. However...

You do recall his strange fascination over you whenever you helped his studies.

"Remember now, love? I know I may be different now... but I'm finally being recognized for my research." Syntax purrs, leaning close. You hear clicking on the floor... now noticing robotic legs activate behind Syntax's back.

"Yet... I could never quite forget you. I've waited for the perfect moment to meet again... watching your every move and project..." Syntax prattles on before leaning over you, looking at you like you're some sort of experiment.

"I want you to join me. I have perfected the Spider Queen's venom and she said, if you behave, she'll let me have you. You'll thrive here... with me." Syntax coos, reaching to touch your cheek.

Only for you to nip him, causing Syntax to hiss.

"You little—!" Syntax snarls, glaring at you. You spit at the taste of his blood. Even that tastes like chemicals... just like how he smells.

"I will not be joining you, you're a creep. Always have been!" You bark, making Syntax narrow his gaze.

"One more mistake and I may just break something." Syntax threats, a metallic claw shooting up to sit on your leg. "Could always fix ya up something new... if you insist on being problematic."

It's then you force yourself to stay quiet, making Syntax smile triumphantly. You feel him retract the robotic claw threatening to crush you. Only for him to caress your cheek with a clawed hand.

"Good... That's the obedience I'm looking for, love. Makes things so much easier...." Syntax purrs with a chuckle, looking you over in your bound state. "You'll make a good Spider Demon yet... perfect for the queen."

"You're joking...." You whisper.

"Would I really? My dear... You're already in the lair and I have you all to myself... I promise the process won't be too painful... Afterwards, you're all mine." Syntax hums, green gaze sinister once he looks at your lips.

"You should smile more, dear... I've always loved your smile...." Syntax coos.

"Go to Hell." You growl, only for Syntax to scoff.

"So stubborn..." Syntax grumbles before leaning closer to your face. "Please just smile for me... don't make me force you... It would be so easy to do."

As Syntax prods at your face, you grimace. He looks at you expectantly, if not mildly annoyed. Reluctantly, you sigh, forcing yourself to give Syntax a smile...

Only for him to lean in closer and kiss you.

You grimace when you feel his lips on yours. It feels like his mouth is poison as he sucks on your tongue. You aggressively pull back, making Syntax push forward more.

The kiss goes on longer than you'd like. By the time Syntax pulls away, panting and smiling like his dream came true, you want to vomit. A breathless chuckle comes from Syntax as he watches your flushed face, your disgust shining back at him.

"It feels... euphoric to have you as my own, y'know that?" Syntax chuckles, before backing off to get a syringe. Your eyes shoot open, seeing a green serum in the glass.

"I think it's about time we get started with your... integration." Syntax hums, preparing the syringe of what seems to be venom.

You struggle against your binds, yet Syntax wraps a claw around your neck. You freeze, seeing the dark gaze in his eyes before he hovers the needle above your arm.

"Don't cry or struggle too much... It will all be over soon." Syntax huffs, the needle grazing your skin.

"Can't wait to truly call you mine."

[witheredgardenparty]

Got a bit o' the fever so excuse what I'm sure is excellent syntax. Got another yandere as pet thought.

Imagine for the sake of argument, you get stuck in a yandere situation. But this guy? This guy is 100% grain-free sap. Blue screens at the slightest provocation. Touch his arm and you just bought yourself thirty seconds of premium silence.

Now you think you got a good thing going here, yeah. Get him all trained to do you a good turn or two. Kind of like a dog spinning tricks. Except, now get this, if you thought the arm gambit was a steal -- try kissing his cheek. Now that play there is worth its day's weight in daze.

Just be mindful 'bout how often you pull that one out. Have to be wary about exposure rot. Don't want yourself finding every act followed by the expectant turning of a head, right? The tapping of a face. The knowing smile. Otherwise you're going to find yourself in the same position all pet owners do: who exactly is training who?

[hyukascampfire]

the way i’ve been procrastinating answering this reblog because i was so giddy over it omg. i literally cannot put into words how fulfilling this was to read because 1. i love you (sorry that’s not nonchalant of me) and 2. UR THE BEST READER EVER? you just get it. like you just stay getting things omg. every detail, you picked up on IM SO GAGGED this is a dream. hehe now lemme get into it.

did i intend for this to be a few of my fav parts of the review for me to answer so that it didn’t end up half as long as the fic? yes, but who cares i had a good time >.<;

First of all, your writing is insane. Have i mentioned that?? are you aware of this ??? you have such a unique diction/syntax that i just find so alluring… you’ve managed to set the premise and the tone so well in just a paragraph, im floored ???

hey so actually do u want me dead because this is insane and i’ll be thinking of this for so long. i feel like a kid in a candy shop this is so ♡

it’s so crazy how something so simple as a description of tyun’s eyes and his emotions is able to convey so much, but also it’s so genius… i guess the eyes really are the window to the soul ! your writing is just so wonderfully vivid and in-scene, it’s capturing….

i love describing eyes that’s my achilles heel UGH I JUST FEEL LIKE THEY CAN SAY SO MUCH,,, especially with a character as in is own head like this taehyun. he won’t say everything and he’s good at a mask, but there WILL be signs. (also vivid and in-scene is literally all i’ve ever needed to hear yes i’m writing abt this in my diary)

it’s so immersive and im obsessed. the dialogue is just… yum… it’s so formal, surface level, and kinda awkward at times— you just encapsulated that feeling of small talk and that surprise of seeing an old classmate so well… 

YES EXACTLY i absolutely wanted to capture the awful aura of meeting someone from school that you haven’t spoken to in super long AND you were never really close with AND there’s this weird, charged energy in the air that you can’t explain. awkward asf but ofc you’d try to make small talk yk? so real. i definitely wanted readers to feel that and i’m giddy that it worked >.<!!

And holy shit. the way you describe taehyun is so…. ouuuu… i need to sit down. take a breather. all these little things like “strong brows”, his glasses (tyun + glasses… smths purring) to that paragraph where you talked abt how much he’s changed ??? jesus… you describe him so well it’s actually making me tweak having to put that image together, because its so accurate,,

i was horny for him whay can i say

It’s like every detail is incredibly important here, and that attention/deliberation is something i dont see often !!!

STOP IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS because i literally love you so much and yes, every word is meticulously put in place because i knew that i needed to create suspension AND suspension of belief for readers for it to hit the right way. ily omg you are just a noticer

“Something that makes you feel weird—one of those hair-rising feelings that you cannot explain, but feel innately to your core. A primal hunger being fed, a twitching of his lips, as though vindicated.” this part right here… i cant even begin to explain how much i love it. just that instinctive feeling of something’s wrong, but being unable to put your finger on it ???

THSSSS because in my head, taehyun’s the type of yandere that has a mask PERFECTED. in my head, he wasn’t so good at in highschool, awkward and off-putting, but now he’s polished himself up REAL good, and all you’d get is little moments of like?? that’s weird? or just like that feeling that women get that something is inherently wrong. but he also wouldn’t seem off, very charming and stuff, so there’s kinda a plausible doubt there where you’d think that it’s a you problem & brush it off 😭 i think that’s how he gets away with a lot that he did in this. because he doesn’t seem like the type (which, there is no type but i catch myself reasoning like that all the time with weird dudes)

i was cussing taehyun tf OUT in my head bc bro wtf !!! tires are so expensive… but also. great job ! however at a first read i did try to give him the benefit of the doubt bc idk,,, you never know !

I KNOW he could’ve left the tires out of his master plan </3 that hurt

the shift of perspective of the cabin is just delicoussss urgggghhh like omfg. The mc being so excited for this trip only for it to be flipped in the blink of an eye, and now the place feels haunting, the wind and snow is howling and whipping ?? god you’re so good. 

THIS IS WHAT I MEANNNN you just notice. a lot of time readers will be reading and feel the shift, but not necessarily be able to put their fingers on what it is. which is not a bad thing at all, it’s the intention of a writer, but THERES SMTH ABOUT SOMEONE BEINT ABLE TO NOTICE THE SMALL DIFFERENCES omfg i’m kicking my feetsies over this.

because in my mind i was kinda wondering is this it?! Just like that?!! But nooo… the tension and suspense here is pure art… along with the glasses in the snow. My jaw was on the floor i just can’t get enough of how well executed and smooth your writing is. lets make out pls (consensually ^^)

never that easy 🙂‍↔️ i like to drag it ouuuuut (yes and i’m already at the altar i fear, what kinda ring u want)

i love it. the way you casually write “Could you even drive away in this, if you needed to?” only to switch it over to cute christmas music and cooking ????!! like hello…. Lets go back to that!!! (i love that you don’t obv. the switch in tone is pure whiplash and really cements how helpless the mc is here.) but at this point, oh… im getting nervous…! 

NO CAUSE SHES SO ME like yes i’ll be thinking abt worst case scenario ALWAYS!

when taehyun texted the mc my first thought was what the hell. How the fuck does he have her number. bc if the lack of contact name is any sign, she did not give it to him !! and you know what… i love that you don’t explain this. it really says a lot about mc’s character, because hello!U%#%) you’re not freaked out or suspicious ?? then again, if tyun was knocking on my door, helpless and stranded…. #letsnotsay

because i would be freaked tf out i can’t even get texts from random numbers irl with my tummy doing a lil flip like SHE RLLY SAW HIS NAME IN THE MESSAGE AND DIDNT THINK TWICE? idc, if it’s an unknown number you are blocked 😭 U JUST NOTICE EVERY DETAIL i’m bringing you home with me. i absolutely did want to gloss over the fact that she did not give him her number, because she didn’t even consider that. poor girl LMAO

those physical descriptions of tyun are pure perfection. drooled a bit.  (plus the description of how he smells?? i love a good scent description, i think it can say a lot about a character— and you killed this. “haunting in the way that the wilder edges of a forest could be” ???  i gasped…) (also also, you describing his dimple as a “delicious contrast” against his face…. oh, you get it.)

i love a good smell description and i just know he smells so good n sexy and mm mm mm ! i absolutely use subliminal imagery in little details about characters like this, because it paints a picture in readers’ heads without even having to do heavy work, i just get to be horny over taehyun and say he smells good 🙄!! also YES MAAM oh i need him badly right now… ugh ily and this all is the best coming from u

you know,,, as i started analyzing this a bit more, i realized something; i think it’s so interesting seeing the different ways tyun/the mc perceive taehyun ??? does that make sense?? Reading it back and watching taehyun be like “you never paid attention to me… why did you never look at me?” vs the contrast of the mc being like “he’s no longer lanky… or shy and hesitant like back then. and also his face has changed and his dimple is still there and—” seeing that warped perception just really shows how demented taehyun is… the details here, oh em gee…

HAVE I TOLD YOU I LOVE YOU? have you taken a literary analysis class YOURE TOO GOOD AT THIS i just fell to my knees. i’m so happy i get to yap about all the intricate stuff i injected into this fic for the atmosphere and character development. i just swooned. i 1000% intentionally created a dissonance between taehyun’s perception of himself and MC’s view on him, and MC’s thoughts on him. he has a warped sense of everything, and MC literally does not have a clue. he projects his own obsession and insecurity regarding who he used to be on her when all shes thinking abt is how different one of her old classmates is and how silly it is that they ran into each other like this! he sees things through a cracked lens if you will 😋

the fact that taehyun glosses over his lack of glasses. i am so in love. Just the way he bulldozes past that question and turns it back to her, the way you describe his reaction !!(%97n how many times can i say that im in love with you before it starts to feel creepy….

(well i’ve already told u i love you a few times so i think it cancels out or smth….) and YES he was not going to be acknowledging that incriminating question so better off distracting 😭 he knows better

but mc. girl. I dont care how hot tyun is— i get it, i do— but. Never tell a man you’re alone !!>?????? IN THIS RANDOM ASS CABIN????!! but also, it’s just so telling of how aloof mc is, and how much she doesn’t see tyun as a threat. genius :3

THIS CAUSE SURVIVAL INSTINCT? thats rule number one? but yes genuinely that kinda stuff did not even cross her mind, she had no clue to what degree she was being circled at this point U_U;

also calling the sight of his back mouth-watering is genuinely the funniest thing ever LMFAO #real #NEED (oh and. the fact that the mc is like “at least it’s taehyun here, and not some creep” :D is just. tew good.)

back 🤤🤤🤤 taehyun’s back 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

i love that we get absolutely no look into his mind, even as the readers. the only revelations of how he feels/what he’s thinking only come from what he tells us. i’d kill to know what’s going on in his mind through these scenes… 

YES that man has a mask of steel. it’s definitely inspired by this certain face that taehyun does in real life, just like a stone cold one (um hot) that i’m not sure if he does on purpose but jt DOES things to me, and u imagined that a lot here. he’s the type that you will not know what is going on in there until he wants you to.

just to find out that it was from letters he’s written to her before?? holy shit, this is such a cool development to add, and i honestly enjoyed the vagueness of it— it’s fitting, considering the mc herself doesn’t remember either. and jesus… the awkwardness of tyun’s serious ass “lets cuddle or we’ll die” followed by mc basically going “hmm… i guess…?” is just too good. you’re so good at writing tension,, that little anticipation of what the fuck is tyun gonna do next ?

THE TRNSION YES and also i do wish i did clarify that it was because he wrote to her a LITTLE more, because i fear it seems it wasnt clear to anybody but me, but i do like this vague air that was throughout the fic, so maybe i’ll keep it that way and leave readers question and as lost as MC was hehe.

…. all for them to end up cuddled up in a few hours >__< god. i love this trope. I LOVE THIS TROPE !!! had me twirling my hair a bit hehehe… 

no me too i knew i had to do the community a service with thsi fanfic classic UGH ITS JUST TOO GOOD and with a yandere char? it’s smth else. i was giggling at the screen v much.

“Don’t move.” when i tell you i just. i screamed a little. listen to me…. i don’t know what kinda magic spell you put in this that made taehyun’s characterization so good. the way his words are so curt and simple… the descriptions you use for his voice, the “firm command” feel his voice has— he’s just so domineering that i’m genuinely giggling rn, blushing thinking abt it… he’s just so calculating and powerful and it drives me insane ???? and the fact that the mc apologizes, and all tyun says is “That didn’t take very long.” …. oh my god. meow . meowmeowmeowmeowmeow MEEEEOWWWW!!!!!

MEOWEWW REALLLL this is my all time favorite way to write taehyun. i always seem to slip into it because i just breathe jt like oxygen. in my head, he just has this capacity for cool calculatedness that is SO sexy and alluring, but also chilling on him. my perfect candidate for a yandere aside from soobin, but i think they’d be very different genres of yandere. i started this page off with a cold taehyun and i will die with cold taehyun clutched in my cold dead hands i just LOVE IT

holy shit this shift and reveal,,, im so in love. the continuous buildup and unease that comes in the beginning, just for it to all crash down as his true character is revealed,,, he’s so degrading, objectifying, jealous, possessive, straight up twisted.

HE IS SO WARPED the moment he lets MC see it, you realize how deep it goes and omfg do you feel it. i certainly felt it writing like I was writing at the edge of my seat he’s INSANE

“It’s how you like it, isn’t it?” the. the the the the the uhm uhm uhm. the IMPLICATIONS HERE !!!!!?????

MY GUILTY PLEASURE LINE SHUT UP

Man. i think i genuinely blacked out during the smut. This had to be the most intense, hottest, terrifying smut i’ve ever read. It felt like straight up predator/prey dynamics up in this bitch, i’m stunned.

i blacked out writing it and then i just did again reading this cause WTF I LOVE U i am going to pass out. YES. absolutely predator/prey dynamics between them and i LOVE TO HAVE ANOTHER P/P WNJOYER GIGGLE OVER THIS WITH ME ILYSM

saying the mc needs him???

AHHHHHHH

you’ve caused permanent psychological damage please take responsibility. 

I’m sorry i can’t even handle my own at the moment we’ll have to split the difference

the immediate sobering up and realization that the mc just let tyun do that afterwards is so,,, dreadful,, you captured it so well

i’m so her causw that woukd be me

and my god… that ending. i stood up, applauded, cheered, whistled, screamed for an encore. just pure perfection. having it all crash down on the mc at once, making both her and the readers realize the gravity of the situation, the fact that its so over, i loved it. it’s just pure defeat, especially when it’s said that there’s truly no escape— you were already in his web. Beautifully open-ended, you can’t help but just sit there and think,,, well, fuck. 

WNDINGN IS MY FAV PART i think about this ending all the time. i wanted it as open ended as possible so that we feel as lost and reeling as MC does, because as much as she doesn’t know what’s happening to her, we don’t. and just that last line is my absolute favorite ><!! UGGGGHH

oh, and don’t get me started on this playlist; first of all, the titled being a hozier song?? Specifically it will come back??? All of these songs are so fitting, the playlist could get a review of its own; i’m sorry, but i’m gonna have to steal some of these songs. 

THIS OART i stood up and clicked my heels in glee IT WILL COME BACK IS THE NASTIEST RAUNCHIEST HOZIER SONG in the most like primal way (if u can’t tell i’m such a freak about him bht also that song) and i knew it had to be that, because in my head it perfectly encapsulates that eeriness of taehyun. i’m so gagged and STEAL EM TAKE EM i love this playlist to bits

im so incredibly shocked with the fact that i just read this… for free. your writing is so charming and beautiful, you’re so talented and smart and i seriously am in so much awe at how amazing this fic is !! this characterization will be on my mind forever, as will this fic— i think it’s one of my favorites i’ve ever read on this silly app. simply unreal… 

i personally will be thinking about this perfect 10/10 beautiful and sweet review forever as well, i love you to bits and i jumped when i got this notification like i was in messages w my bbies serene rain and cam and we all geeked tf out cause WDYMMM. thank you so much for this, i know how much work it is, it’s the best thing to have someone go as in depth as you did with this and i will kiss you a thousand times on the lips to thank you and let you know i’ve read it six times over (consensually of course)

IT WIŁŁ COME BAC₭ ⠀,, k.th

it’s a small world. you knew this, but you came to really believe it when you ran into an old classmate at the grocery store on a snowy vacation. how strange is that? even more so when he shows up once more at the door of your cabin, frozen from the cold and needing your help. ִֶָ. ´-

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𝖕airings ˒ yandere!taehyun 𝑥 reader

ℊ ; smut ˒ thriller ˒ yandere

𝖜arnings ˒ dubcon!!, baby trapping, dark & yandere themes, taehyun has a warped view of the world, doggy, rough sex, mentions of breeding, stalking, he’s slightly off putting, possessiveness & jealousy… duh!, hard dom!taehyun, nasty freaky stuff, corruption but like not conventionally?, unprotected sex, mentions of not taking birth control, creampie, biting and hickeys, obsession, DDNE please read these and decide for yourself if you’re comfortable reading! let me know if i’ve missed any tags.

✎୭ ashlynn's note this one is a delicious gift from 🍵 anon!!! i’ve never gone this dark. IM KINDA NERVOUS. i really hope you like it!! please let me know if i miss any tags!

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“Taehyun?”

The man turns around, brow pinched and eyes searching for who’d said his name. When those sharp, intelligent eyes land on you, familiarity passes over them. In the black, there’s a shine, and the shape of them softens into something else; something you’re more used to, on him.

“Hey,” he says. His arms are full of supplies and groceries. Knitting his strong brows together, he says, “What are you doing out here?”

You toss the chips you’d been grabbing before you noticed him into your cart. It falls with a crinkle down onto the mountain of other snacks just like it. You should probably pick up some real food, too. The others shouldn’t have made food your job. If it was up to you, the cabinets would be stuffed with an array of quick snacks. Cooking isn’t really your strong suit. 

“I’m gonna spend a few nights at a cabin here with some friends. We wanted to find some snow, since it never snows back home,” you say, and then you laugh at the absurdity of finding someone from your hometown all the way out here. What are the odds of that? Especially since everybody graduated and scattered out into their own moving lives. “What are you doing out here?”

He reaches up to push his glasses up his nose, an easy smile on his lips. The sight of it brings back memories.

Taehyun and you had not been the closest in high school. You were in different crowds, and he kept to his own anyway. But the few times you two did interact, by some assigned group project or an incidental brief exchanging of words, he was nice enough. 

He changed a lot, though. If someone were to ask you yesterday if you remember him from school, the image you would’ve imagined is at stark odds with the man standing  in front of you now. Where the long, lanky limbs and unsure demeanor of a boy once was, there is now all the confidence of a man. The angles of him are sharper, more defined and chiseled. And, his shoulders… He’s gotten broader, too. The butterflies in your belly are strange; It’s strange feeling like this over a man you might not have looked twice at years ago. He wasn’t ugly by any means, back then. You just… had an eye out for other things. Your palate was different.

He answers, “Touché.” Stepping back, he lets another customer push their cart through the gap between you. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. What have you been up to? Back home for break? It seems like everybody from school moved on. It’s nice seeing someone from our class.”

It’s not an answer to your question, but the snow gear and thick jackets in his arms tell you enough. He’s seeking snow, too. Snow birding is really the only way that you might see snow, here. Snow really only ever comes to the mountain peaks. Speaking up over some storewide announcement that makes the bustle around you impossibly louder, you say, “Oh my god, right? That’s what I was just thinking.” You make your tone light—the kind of saturated sweetness that comes with small talk, all manufactured and stilted. It’s not necessarily awkward; you just are clumsy with this kind of conversation. You just ramble to fill the space. “I… Just have been working. Never went to school. Did I tell you that you look good? What have you been up to?”

For a moment, you think you see a glimpse of something… strange pass over his eyes. Something that makes you feel weird—one of those hair-rising feelings that you cannot explain, but feel innately to your core. A primal hunger being fed, a twitching of his lips, as though vindicated. It’s gone in nothing more than a blink of an eye, and barely even was there in the first place. You’ve got a mushy brain from driving all day, anyway. What a strange thing for your mind to make up, though.

“Nothing much. Work for me, too,” he says, shrugging. “Finally got the chance to get away from it, and decided to come out here.”

Another shopper comes shoving themselves between you. Clearly, your catching up is an obstruction on their very important, very urgent shopping trip. Taking the hint, you tell Taehyun, “I get it, believe me. But…” You gesture at your groceries. “I’ve gotta finish up shopping before everybody gets here. It was nice seeing you! I wish I could linger, really.”

He offers you an easy smile, letting his crossed arms fall away from his chest and shaking his head. “No big deal. I’ve got some stuff to pick up, too. Have a nice one, yeah? Don’t get caught in the blizzard, or anything.”

Snorting, you dip your head  goodbye and say, “I’ll try not to.”

❅

The hardwood floors creak beneath your flustered pacing. “Are you serious? How long is it gonna be?”

“I’m sorry? I didn’t expect someone to slash our fucking tires?” Your friend’s voice cuts in and out through the speakers, one of the few hollow sounds in the cabin. Aside from you and the decor, it’s empty. “I’m sorry that you’re stuck out there, but there’s nothing we can do. You’re going to have to wait it out for a few days. At least until we can get there.”

Gritting your teeth, you give her a tactful Okay, bye, and thumb the big red button. The sound of the call ending echoes, too. Curling your arms around yourself, the whole place feels big and haunting. The howling of whipping wind and snow against the windows doesn’t help.

Someone had slashed their tires, and now you’re going to be here alone. For days. If being alone wasn’t already making knots of your belly, that was. It’s startling: going out of your way to slash someone's tires, but making no attempts at stealing the car or anything in it. Either it’s personal, or somebody just wanted to ruin somebody else’s day. Both leave a sour taste in your mouth.

Your every limb goes rigid at a thump, and in the corner of your eye, there’s movement. When you whip your head to look fully in that direction, all that moves in the window is snow like haze and the trees bending in the same violent wind. Nothing but night and the storm.

Beside yourself, you inch toward the window to look closer. Tugging a thick, willowy curtain to one side, you do a scan.

Sat in the snow, dusting over with heavy white flakes as you look, are a pair of glasses. You are not stupid enough to go out and get a closer look. 

❅

With the fireplace roaring, the place doesn’t feel so empty. 

You waited all day for the snow to stop coming down so hard. If you’re going to be alone here for days, you want to go out and spend the daylight away around other people.

Really, you just don’t want to be in this cabin all by yourself. You have a bad feeling. It;s unfounded, maybe. But you do.

The snow does not stop falling, and the wind does not stop blowing it into thick piles. It’s everywhere: the whole entire yard is coating thick with it, and so is your car. Could you even drive away in this, if you needed to? Maybe after thirty minutes of plowing snow. You’ve at least kicked enough of it away from the porch to open the door.

At some point, hope for doing anything but toiling around in here dwindled away. With what embers of excitement for vacation you have left, you tugged on some knitted socks and played Christmas classics off your phone.

You’re still playing them as you decide to cook something up. You’re not the best cook, but what do you have to lose? It’ll only be you eating it. If it goes awry, you’ve still got snacks to make into a meal. 

The kitchen comes alive while you work. You tug out all the pots and pans that the cabin owners provide, clicking the stove on while you dance and hum along to the songs that you’d seemingly come out of the womb knowing. Pulling the fridge open to the song of Silver Bells, you decide on something ambitious and set ingredients out over the counters. 

You don’t even get to slicing before there’s a knock at the door. Three very solid, very resounding knocks. The knife makes a clattering sound as you let it drop to the cutting board.

There shouldn’t be anybody out here. Maybe your friends got the car up and running, and forgot to let you know. Your heart thrums a wild, crashing beat, as you swipe your phone up to shoot a quick text.

At the top of a screen, a text comes in from an unknown number. Your belly does a frantic swoop, a thousand different thoughts swarming and shoving to be the one at the forefront of your mind. 

+1 [678-999-8212]

Hey, it’s Taehyun.

+1 [678-999-8212]

I’m sorry if this is weird, but I’m the one who just knocked at your door. I wanted to hike up to my cabin but I’m lost as hell right now, and recognized your car outside

+1 [678-999-8212]

Thought it would be better to ask you for help instead of a random.

You take a moment to blink at the glow of the screen. Taehyun was the one knocking on your door? That both settles you and kicks up more questions. What are the odds that you both rented out cabins from the same people? The world is small; you’re reminded that a lot, these days. 

Sliding your phone into your back pocket, you head for the door. He’s got to be freezing. It’s coming down hard out there.

The door swings open to Taehyun’s face just as frost-glazed as you expected. His jaw chatters and his nose and cheeks are a deep, winter-pink. Despite it, his mouth pulls into a friendly smile—the kind that illustrates in the humorous corners that he is aware of the absurdity of his situation, as well. He keeps his hands tucked into his pockets, a thick winter jacket zipped up to the top dusted at the shoulders with fat snowflakes just the same as on top of his coal-black hair.

“Oh my god,” you say. A laugh seeps through the cracks. “I’ve got the fireplace going hot. Do you wanna come in? How long have you been out there?” Stepping to one side, you offer him entry into your home. Temporary home, that is. 

He tries to rein in the shivers, you can see it in the smile he’s got plastered on his face and the way he buzzes and trembles around the edges like the bitter cold is trying to push against his skin and escape him. “If it doesn’t bother you,” he says, stepping in past you. When he passes, thick in the air, he smells like smoke and the dark woods—it’s musky and familiar, but also haunting in the way that the wilder edges of a forest could be. 

He smells nice. Really nice. The kind of blend of manly musk and cologne that makes a woman look twice. It makes you look twice as he passes, at least.

Him standing there now, eyes roving over the cabin’s wood walls and the knitted blankets and the fire whispering from the living room, you realize how strange it is to be here with an old classmate that you haven’t seen for at least three years. How awkward it is. 

“It doesn’t bother me at all. You did scare me a bit, though,” you say, shooing the wispy chill away with a close of the door. “I’d rather you not freeze to death out there. It’s, like, ten degrees.” You tuck your arms across your chest. “What made you go hiking in this? It’s been nasty today. I haven’t even been able to leave.”

His cheek twitches with a dimple. Even back in school, you noticed that. Then, it’d fit right into his face. Now, it’s a delicious contrast against his angled face. “Sorry I scared you. I knew it’d be weird, but… Yeah, I was freezing out there. I seriously thought I was going to die.” Hair brushes over his eyes, their cunning and sharpness something that draws you in. Like two swirling, black pools of swirling water, they beckon you in a way that you can’t quite digest. “It wasn’t too bad down by the car, and I didn’t know there was a whole damn trail up here, so I… yeah. It got bad.”

Snorting, you nod. “I bet.” You’re not sure what else to say; your mind freezes over in an impermeable frost. You tap around with a pick to try and find words, but there’s no getting through it. You hardly know him. What do you talk about? What are you going to talk about, considering the fact that he’s no doubt going to be here for some time? Until it stops blizzarding so hard outside, at least. 

Charging through the tense moment with a brassiness that you do not remember him carrying back then, Taehyun nods a gesture toward the kitchen and the dinner you’d been in the middle of making. “Making something?” he says. The low, warm light of the cabin washes over him and make his face something cozier than it’d been standing frozen at your front door. It also makes a show of the angles of his cheek as it turns, and the tall line of his nose. Something on him is missing. You can’t capture the notion or put your finger on it, but somewhere in the depths of memory, you feel like there was something there that isn’t here with him now. Maybe it’s a different styling of his hair from the last time you saw him, wind-swept as it is now. Or maybe you’re just stir-crazy. 

“Yeah.” You nod, watching in place as he ventures into the kitchen. Narrowing your eyes down, you try to pinpoint the thought. Is it something small? A pair of earrings? “I was gonna cook up something warm for dinner, but I’m not the best cook. I don’t burn anything, but… it’s never great, you know?”

Taehyun tugs his jacket off his arms, and you confirm that it’s not a certain jacket or something. “I’ll help,” he says, discarding the heavy thing. “Make myself useful.”

“Oh!” you say, bringing your hands together in realization. “Are you not wearing your glasses? Holy shit, I’ve been staring at you thinking something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell what it was.” 

He furrows his brows, corners of his mouth twitching. The look passes over his face in nothing more than a split-second, before something else plasters over it. He crinkles his nose and says, “Huh. I didn’t even notice…” The knife you’d left to let him in glints as he picks it up to assume where you’d left off. “Didn’t you say that you were here with some friends? Is everybody asleep already?”

You trace the lines of his face where those brown glasses had rested the last time you’d seen him. He must’ve forgotten them in his cabin this morning, or something, before he went out. You grab a pot and fill it over the sink for noodles. “Actually, they all got caught up back home. It’s literally just me here for days. I’ve been so bored.” Over your shoulder, you add, “I’m just making some fettuccine and chicken.”

“Caught up?” he says, voice casual and occupied. The sound of the knife against the cutting board as he slices follow his words.

“Yeah. Someone messed their car up bad… Like, knife to the tires and the windows were smashed in all over the seats. It was fucking terrifying.” Clicking the stove on, you set the pot to boil. 

Taehyun doesn’t answer for a few minutes. You look over your shoulder and find him working in the chicken still. He answers, his eyes dragging up to you for a quick moment before making sure he doesn’t cut a finger off, “Did they steal anything?”

Turning to him fully as you wait for the water to bubble and turn over, you say, “That’s the weird thing. They didn’t steal or anything, they just fucked it up and… left.”

“Huh,” he says, furrowing his strong brow down at his working hands. “Yeah, that’s weird. That’s some personal shit. Maybe someone had a shit day.” The end comes out around a breathy laugh.

“Yeah, maybe.” You crack open the cardboard flaps and pour the noodles into the pot. “Still… scary.”

Taehyun takes over the cooking, and you’re happy to entrust dinner to him. He works diligently, and the sight of his back as he stirs and chops and seasons—it’s mouth-watering. This way, you can fully admire him as he does. You’re not much help, anyway. Instead, you just start the gentle hum of Christmas music once more and stay out of his way.

It’s nice to have somebody here. The howling of the wind and the echoing of your own movements back to you has started to become haunting. Maybe having Taehyun here is a bit unconventional, and it really should be your friends here with you, but having him here is the better outcome than some creep being the one knocking at your door. It’s nice to have him here in case that does happen, too.

It’s not like he’s bad company, or anything, either.

When the entirety of the cabin is full with the smell of warm dinner and your conversation, you swoop back in to offer help with something you can manage. Stepping beside him, indulging in his rich scent once more, you plate the dinner he’d made for you. Steam dances up from it and beckons your tastebuds. “You’re, like, a Michelin chef. What the hell? Thank you.”

He doesn’t answer, and in the corner of your eye, you catch his knuckles going white around the counter’s edge where he leans his weight into the arm. Frowning, you go to look up at him.

It leaves his face when you catch it, but you find him looking down at you… different again. Darker, as though the pupils at the center have grown hungry and eaten up the chocolate there. You think you see his jaw tightening and a hard swallow bobbing in his throat, too. His face is so close like this, you can see the plush turn to his lips and the darkness beneath his eyes, and even the chap of his lips.

Flustering, you take a step back and do your work there. You’d stepped way too close to him. Does he think you’re weird? You’ve always been the type with a scarce personal bubble; you forget that others don’t work the same.

“It’s nothing much,” he finally says. It’s cool and collected once more. “I make this all the time. It’s one of my favorites.”

Handing him his plateful, the chicken glistening with glaze and the noodles a swirl of cream and garnish, you say, “You’ll have to write down the recipe for me, or something. I totally want to make it for myself.”

Accepting it with another easy grin, he says, “Yeah, sure.” He forks a bit of chicken off the plate.

The smile does not reach his eyes.

❅

The longer you look at it, the worse the feeling gets.  Black and scrawled in wobbling lines, jagged and dark in places where he’d gone over a line a few times, you just… feel like you’ve seen it all before. It’s a smokey, tainted memory, far-off and obscured no matter how you squint your eyes.

Why do you remember it? Why does the sight of it crawl like dread under your skin and wilt? Sure, you went to school with Taehyun, but you don’t really think recognizing his handwriting should feel like this. Who even pays attention to the handwriting of somebody you interacted with once or twice, anyway?

God. You are dramatic. You kick your legs out of the comforter, swelteringly thick and quilted with a gaudy winter pattern of reds and browns and whites, and fold up the paper to place it on the darkwood bedside table.

The click of you flicking the white switch on echoes off the bathroom’s tiled walls. You reach for your toothbrush on the counter, and then the world goes dark around you.

You freeze, eyes frantically blinking and straining against the blackness to adjust. The power had gone out. There’s a few beats of you stricken in place, toothbrush in hand, thrown for a loop.

Then, the whole cabin goes out as the power to the heater dies, too. You swear. 

Your journey down the hallway is a stumbling of legs and the grooves of the wood-paneled walls against your fingertips. It’s the pitch black of night out here, too. The only thing you can see is the static that fills up the gaps when it’s dark. “Taehyun?” you say. Is he asleep already? You don’t even know where the room he’d taken for the night is, relative to where you are now.

Nothing answers you for a few moments, and then from an opening door, light floods like a miracle. The shape of him, the light from his phone’s flashlight just enough to dimly illuminate his features, comforts you. His hair is ruffled, like he’d just drug himself from bed.

“Power went out,” he says. It’s awfully loud, now that you two are the only sounds in here. 

“Yeah, I think I just had a little heart attack. I was up brushing my teeth.” Why hadn’t you thought to use your phone’s light? “The heater… We’re gonna freeze to death. Do you think they have a generator, or something? The fireplace doesn’t really do much…”

He features glow in as he moves the phone. “Mine didn’t. It’s fine, my room’s got a fireplace in it. We can close the door and get it warm in there.”

“Better than nothing,” you say, shrugging and following him in.

You plop on his bed, the surface of it cold and plush, while he works on kindling a fire. “This is, like, nowhere near where I thought I’d be for vacation.”

He readjusts the logs, dry and perfect for burning, into a point. Poking and prodding, Taehyun says, “Not having fun?”

You snort at the dry and flat delivery. “Friends haven’t even gotten back to me, I’m snowed in, and I’m locked in here with a total stranger.” You draw out the last word as a joke, your smile painting the tone playful, but it’s the truth. You don’t know Taehyun one bit. It’s just as strange and unpredictable as the other things on the list of things that have gone awry. “I guess I had a good dinner, so I can’t be complaining too much.”

Curling up to his full height, he takes a knee and settles into the bed beside you. “Make some room for this stranger, won’t you? We should probably try to use our body heat.”

Laughing, you go to say something to rift off his joke. It dies in your throat when he doesn’t join you. In an awkward sort of panic, you wince and say, “Yeah, it’s cold as hell. We’re gonna freeze to death in our sleep.”

And, ridiculously, you crawl under the covers. You don’t know why you do it; maybe it’s because he’s completely serious and watching you, or maybe because it’s true that you might actually get so cold in your sleep that you die if you don’t. Either way, you do. You don’t know which way to settle: facing him or with your back turned to him. Both are strange, but which is stranger?

Facing him, you decide that turning your back to him just doesn’t settle in your soul right.

“Weird night,” he says, sliding himself under the blanket’s covering. The same blanket that you lay in. “But…” he says, eyes flickering over you laid there. He looks as though he’s going to say something else, but he decides against it. “Good night.”

He does you a favor and turns his back to you.

❅

Night still holds the world in its claws when your eyes flutter open.

You shift to try and find that perfect position that’ll lull you back into sleep, slipping your legs over the sheets and shifting your cheek against your arm and wiggling your hips against the solid pressure behind you.

The pressure behind you. Stilling, your eyes fly open.

The weight of Taehyun behind you, his chest rising and falling, and the warmth of him, pierce through sleep’s haze like a white-hot knife. You’re all the way on his side of the bed, pressing your bottom into him. Shame creeps its wicked way from your chest and then out through your skin, blazing the skin of your cheeks. You push up on an elbow to scoot back to your side of the bed as slow and covertly as you can manage.

Fingers like teeth, biting the skin of your waist, stop you. Your heart jumps.

“Don’t move.” Taehyun’s breath and words curl out over the juncture of your neck like a chill. He lets you sit in that for a moment, your heart thumping like a frightened bird in a cage, before he says, “It’s weird. Weird that when I suggested you sleep in my bed, you looked so nervous. But, look where you are now.”

Your voice comes out strangled. “I’m sorry.”

When his palm slides down from your waist to brush over your belly, you begin to think that it’s not an apology that he wants. Your stomach does untamed dips and rolls. It’d been the cold that you were afraid of, but now it’s the blistering heat that blooms where his touch goes that grips you. 

“That didn’t take very long.”  Like a trail of growing, raging fire, he takes that hand and brings it down the lengths of your body. Over your hip, and then down the supple curve of your ass, and then down the back of your thighs, where he toys with the notion of slipping it between the seam there. “It never did take much for you to give those men your body. Give them what was mine. Don’t worry, I’ll make it right. I’ll make you right.”

Your mind turns over itself, a thousand stray, blinding thoughts bursting at the seams and all asking for your attention. You don’t know which to start with; you don’t have the slightest clue what he means. Asking any of them out loud seems absurd, and the notion crumbles to dust when he brings his arm down your front to cup your heat.

“Face in the bed, ass up.” He commands it in your ear like ice: absolute and biting. “It’s how you like it, isn’t it?”

Doggy is how you like it. You don’t know how Taehyun would know that. What you do know, though, is the way the simple words kindle hungry fire in your cunt. Dragging yourself from the heat of the mattress in a bleary, glazed-over mess of limbs, you paint yourself into an obscene picture: your cheek presses into the mattress, blazing with disbelief, your eyes wide and gone and the mess of your hair obscuring them, and your back the delicate arch of sex and sinfulness as you display your ass high in the air for him.

When you look at him to see how he likes it, you don’t find the man that you saw in the grocery store, nor the man that you let into your cabin. The look you find, vacant and overflowing with an untamed hunger, raises the hair on your skin. It’s off. 

“Taehyun,” you say. It’s really just to speak—you don’t have words. 

He runs a hand down the curve of your back. His voice comes from behind you, now. “This should’ve been just mine. But you never did look my way, did you?” Your body jumps when his hands find your hips and the fabric in the way of your skin there. Hooking his thumbs under both the waistband of your bottoms and your panties, he drags them down your thighs in a slow crawl. Each inch of blazing skin bared to the air tingles against the cold and under his gaze as you feel his eyes eat it up. 

That’s what his eyes do: they eat and they eat, taking up the space around them like ever-hungry blackholes until there is nothing but their absence of light and their heaviness. That was the pull you remember in the store—a force like gravity beckoning a perverse finger at you and leaving you nowhere to go but toward him.

He pulls the fabric until it’s bunched at your knees. Prodding a finger, just the very end of it, at your hole. You flutter around it, belly turning. “Why didn’t you look my way?” he asks. The rustling of him working on his pants has you twitching and shifting hot against the covers. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” You’re only able to choke out the words, heart jumping up into your throat as he takes his hand up your back, pins and needles following his path and pushes your head into the mattress by the back of the neck.

Breath hot over your cheek, he says, “Is this what you want? To be fucked like an animal?” You know he means the position. Your mouth goes dry. “You’re better than that. But, if it’s what you like, I’ll fuck you like it.”

You have a thought. It’s fleeting and fuzzy like the rest of your mind, but you catch it just long enough to turn it over once. When you’d seen Taehyun, you were struck by how he looked more like the kind of guy you might go after than the lanky, off-putting one you remember. And, now he’s set on how you like to get fucked.

The tip of his cock at your entrance sends the thought to smoke and the aftermath clogs your cognitive function. Your mouth falls open as he presses some inches in, slow and enriching. But then he pulls the slight length out to collect some slick and tap his cockhead to your clit. You jolt against the sheets.

When he slides back in this time, he makes sure to brush your hair out of your face to watch every last inch of you taking him reflected in the furrowing of your brows and the glassiness of your eyes and the pink of your cheeks.

He stills when he reaches the hilt, his hips flush to your ass, his shadow falling over you as he leans to bring his ear to your mouth. “You should’ve looked my way. Things could’ve been so different. It’s okay—I’ll make you realize. I know who you really are. I’ll wash this all away and clean you up and make you good again.”

He doesn’t leave space for words or thought. Not enough for you to taste the rust like rot over his iron words. Planting his heels on the bed and shoving your face further into the bed, he starts his hips in a rhythm that has your breaths stuttering and achy wines clawing out from the prison of your chest. He does not move precisely, nor is the bucking of his hips pointed, but it’s a crashing sort of ruin. It doesn’t matter if he finds that spot inside of you. He’s going to consume your every sense: he steals the taste in your mouth and replaces it with himself, steals your hearing with his pants and grunts, steals your sight as his cock twists your insides up, and steals your ability to feel anything but him. He steals your breath, too. Just as a wicked little souvenir. 

“Hhh—fuck, Taehyun, holy shit,” you say. A procession of crude and mewled cries come tumbling out your mouth after your words. No matter now you filter your sounds to try and maintain your decency, he just drags them from you anyway. 

Bringing his hand up to splay his hand over the entirety of the back of your head rather than the delicate back of your neck, he grits out, “Filthy-fucking-mouth.” He punctuates the words with a hollow smack of his skin against your ass. It’s the sound of sex incarnate—your skin burns hearing it clashing against the rest of your debased sounds. “And it’s just for me, now. Isn’t that fucking great? None of those vile pigs are gonna touch what’s mine again. Not after this. You—” His voice tightens when a certain spot he nudges in your cunt sends it clinging to him and sucking him back in at every return. “You were really testing the limits to my patience. Do you know that?” He drags his hand over your face, smearing obscenity over you with just his tainted touch. “Of course you fucking don’t. You don’t notice shit. It’s why you let this world walk all over you. It’s why you need me.”

As hard and fast as he fucks you, he doesn’t exchange full strokes for it. He pulls completely out of you each time he snaps his hips back, and then meets your ass in burning collisions when he slips his cock right back into you. You struggle for breath, trying to feed your oxygen-starved brain to contend with his snarled preaching. Never once do you catch a full chest of air, though. It turns your thoughts liquid, stupid and simple. “Taehyun—Taehyun,” you say, throat tight. The sheets are stifling against your clammy skin, and the hair around your neck is damp. You take fistfuls of the bunches fabric and his other hand on your hip to ground yourself. 

You are beyond grounding. All that floats in your head, one bare thought, is the beginnings of terrifying tightness in your lower belly. Only the sharpest things shove through the shadow permeating your mind. Nip. Bite. He drags his teeth over the soft curves of your shoulders and the expanse of your back. Anywhere he can reach, really. His mouth paints you in aching splotches—the kind that will speak of him should anybody other see your body. The kind that speaks already of who they belong to. You eyes and throat burn.

Taehyun brings that hand he’d been molding into the fat of your hip and curls the muscle-corder forearm across both of your hip bones. A bar. A cage. His solid chest works similarly as he blankets himself over you, speaking into your wild tousle of hair. “Fuck–Gonna cum now.” The friction of his cock against your walls becomes something more unpredictable. The tightening of that knot, just on the verge of a snap that might reverberate through you and crush you into nothing more than bitten flesh and eroded virtue, sits on the horizon. It’s a terrifying thing to be rushing toward. “A—and then they’ll realize that you’re mine. They’ll never put their goddamn hands on you again. Not when your body will have me written all over it.” You can hear the tightness of his gritted jaw, the words seething like black, festering corruption. They fall over your skin and taint you, too. No longer do you shake and tremble against him with innocent little squeaks. Gilt with his words as he speaks them, your body stiffens and your cries go hoarse and pitiful. You try not to think about how you sound. “Isn’t it so good? We’re perfect together. You’re perfect underneath me. Do you know how many—how many times I fucked my fist thinking about you like this? All I ever wanted was for you to realize that we are so much better than the rest of them. It’s always meant to be us. Why did you let them touch you? Dirty your skin?”

All you manage is a heaved cry. He pins you to the mattress and begins fucking you into it. In the black of your eyelids, you watch purity go to dust.

“Take my load, baby. Stay still,” he says. His voice goes soft, like whispers. Like he’s gotten everything he’s wanted, now. 

You squirm beneath the weight of him, hips reining against the arm he holds you there by the hips with. Alarm bells ring, booming and thunderous, but in this state of mind, they sound like the music of climax. To the beat of the bells and his hips, blazing through your reddened bottom and your utter inability to breathe, you go tumbling toward that terrifying release. 

Taehyun’s steadfast pace stutters. “It’s okay,” he tells you, clearing your clammy face of hair once more. His face is right in yours, his eyes heavy and consumptive. “Just let it happen. I’m gonna breed you up, and then it’ll be forever. We’ll be forever. Can’t let you get away again. Not when I’ve got you now. I need you to take it. Can you do that for me?”

Managing one last mhm, all your sounds catch in your throat. You stop meeting halfway, muscles twisting and turning and raging against the profound, terrible wash of it. Eyes flying open, your cunt clings to him, insides fluttering and rippling in a way that begins delightfully, but toes the line of dreadful as his cock continues to tighten them further. Lightning strikes from your core, crawling and crackling from it. It moves your thighs, convulsing them in tandem with the same release wreaking havoc in your stomach.

Cursing low in your ear, he fucks you frantically, fingers planted on your hips. His cock twitches against you a few times, and then the arm he’s supporting himself on collapses down to the elbow and he’s pinning you and shooting white-hot cum right into you. Your shoulder takes the imprint of his cheek as he nips the shoulder he hangs over. His hips twitch, rolling to ride out his high with deep, chesty groans, and then jumping up to spurt a little bit more into you. His panted breaths fall against your skin like fire. 

You blink bleariness away from your eyes. For a few long minutes, that’s all you do. Your chest races so much so that you feel the pulse in your neck and the thumping of it where it rests. Your insides are liquid and intangible, blood slow just as slow as your thoughts.

When reality seeps back through your veins, though, Taehyun’s tugging his chest from your sweaty meeting of bodies. His fingers dig right into the reddened skin where his hips had abused your bottom to hold you open. To view you, and the slow oozing of his seed from your hole. The weight of his gaze sends you fluttering. With the movement of your hole, more of the hot and thickness comes seeping out, slow like molten passion down the shape of your slit and then over your clit and then dripping down onto the bed from you.

The feel of it has you swallowing hard. Holy shit, you are stupid. So painfully stupid. So, you’re just letting men cum inside while you’re not on birth control, now? Ones that you haven’t seen since school? Ones that talk like… that?

Tapping your thigh and pressing a hot kiss to your outer hip, Taehyun says, “I’m gonna go check the breakers. You take it easy here for a second.”

Whiplashed, you nod. There goes that pristine, normal mask again. You watch him go, heaving yourself up from the nasty bedding to be greeted by the musk of sex humid in the air. You think a thousand little thoughts, watching the wall as you go far away in your mind.

Everything that he said… That was not just a little weird, or a little kinky. It was bone-chilling. The taste in your mouth, still tainted by him, sours.

You pull out your phone. Pressing it to your ear, your blood runs sluggish still. 

The cabin owner’s voice comes staticky through the speakers, asking you what you need help with. You ask about the power outage and where the breaker might be, debriefing him on Taehyun ending up here because he wasn’t able to make it to his own cabin, and how you think that the storm outside might be why the power’s gone out.

The cabin owner’s answer makes you pale.

It’s not a crashing realization. Not a thundering storm reaching its climax, nor a firework plasma and explosive at its center but flashy as it sparkles, nor a searing knife to the gut. It’s a slow, dreadful feeling, sinking to the depths of the ocean with a weight around your ankle and the realization that there is no getting back to the surface. It is drowning with water in your lungs, knowing that you swallowed that water down. 

You know why you recognize that hand writing, and you know why Taehyun was missing his glasses, and you know why he had your number even though you have no connections, and you know why he was able to find your cabin by your car despite never having seen it, and you know why your friends never made it here. He, long and spindly legged, the spider, did not even panic when you grazed by the hints toward what he really was. You were all ready in his web, anyway. All he had to do was wait it out and watch you, caught, oblivious, squirm. And, squirm you did.

“What other cabin?” 

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I liked Lotus anons ask a lot!! If it's ok to ask for a continuation, what is Mei, Red Son, and the Spider's reactions to a Darling with a Sylveon?

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Mei squealing!! "OH MY GOSH SYLVEON IS SOOOO CUTE!!! Oh, please please please please can I pet 'em? Can I brush 'em??" POV Red Son is having a mini-crisis while holding your Sylveon because they're a physical testament to how love can help a person grow, then realizing that unlike Sylveon he never had that unconditional love and support. And so she sits. And she thinks about how different she would be if she were unconditionally loved and supported. Spider Queen leaning down to look at Sylveon like "So...what does it do?" Then being completely delighted when it nuzzles her. "Awww! Alright, I guess they can stay. I bet no other demon family has a Sylveon." Syntax holding his Eevee like "You can turn into one of those? Just what other evolutionary secrets are you hiding..." Which, after all, is why he has an Eevee Huntsman meanwhile is like "It keeps trying to brush my hair when my back is turned can you take control of your beast-" Sylveon just wishes to help! To make him pretty!! Although after his meeting with Sandy Huntsman's definitely going to be staring at Sylveon while Contemplating like "I thought love was just something stupid. Something mortals are constantly foolishly driven by. But this little fella actually felt enough of it to evolve, to grow stronger. Maybe...it's not so fake as I thought it was." Goliath's got the heart of a Audino, he and Sylveon get along really well. Loves talking them for walkies!! And absolutely adores petting the dear, sweet, soft Pokémon. Goliath will also be very very careful if you allow him to brush them,,, he finds them to be oh-so darling!!