#yandere Raven x reader

[invincibledc]

Hiii! Could you write Yandere Raven x Reader??

YANDERE RAVEN X READER

A/N: HII! And thanks for requesting, <3 here’s your order. Hope you like it it’s the best I could do.

I feel like she might be a passive aggressive yandere because of how peaceful she can be but also with her demon side being aggressive for your love.

During battles she makes sure she’s paired up with you. Always watching your back as she secretly kills some of the enemies that dare harm your beauty.

Honestly I feel like she would keep tabs on you. Using your aura as a way to track you and always stalk you. Always magically appearing around jump city and the titans tower.

Would not hesitate to end someone’s life if they threatened you. Immediately their life is gone the second they disrespect you, you are world. So of course she’s gonna make sure you are okay.

If Slade had threatened you in your face or towards hers. He would’ve been dead the second those words came out of his mouth. She wouldn’t care for the consequences after that. She would only savor that you were not threatened with your life at all.

You’re the only one allowed in her room, the other might think because you are close. But really it’s more than that as she meditates with you just sleeping.

She 100% go into your mind without permission if you refuse. Maybe she won’t force it upon, maybe she will depending how desperate she is.

I feel like if she ever broke her sanity, she would trap you in her mind. So she can feel as if you truly were dead from the world. The titans would ask her where are you. Her response “they quit.” Now Robin wouldn’t believe it as it’s not your character to just quit.

But he can’t do anything about it when there’s no proof you didn’t quit.

[livvyandcaycaytakenselfies]

Twst Phantom AU

Twst Phantom AU 

AU where reader went home centuries ago, leaving behind the TWST boys and lived a happy life until she died. After she left, all the boys had so many mental problems that they all simultaneously took their own lives, causing Crowerly to have to close down NRC and leave the school, it and Sage island growing abandoned and eventually forgotten. The boys couldn’t leave though, instead they were cursed to walk the halls of NRC for all time, haunted by the memories that their precious little prefect thought that some dumb world that didn’t care for her was more important then her loved ones.

Now, Centuries later, reader was reincarnated in her world and had just woken up from a strange dream of a boy screaming at someone through the other side of a mirror… she rubs it off and gets ready for the day, goes to school, goes to the cafe to get boba, goes home and watches movies before getting tucked into her lonely apartment and falls asleep. Almost. She here’s a tapping on her mirror and she goes to check it out, she places a hand on the mirror and it ripples like water and pulls her through. When she’s pulled inside she hears a vaguely familiar voice, like a distant memory before she’s trans ported back to Night Raven and meets her loved ones once again.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

I heard on a YT short that somewhere, Bruce was related to Morgana. And I was like "Bull!" But, I also searched for any magic users in any universe that could've been. Cause the short kinda made sense, regardless. Imagine if magic did run in the family. I dunno about you, when I was a lil girl I tried my luck with those bull telekinesis videos on old youtube, if I managed something I would have squealed so high only dogs could've heard it

(As someone who watched MLP Equestria Girls, I understand. I thought if I sang loud enough, I'd transform into a magical princess.)

And if magic did run in the family, a weird neglected black!reader would be the most insufferable person in the world. If you got your powers during your chuunibyou phase, you would be the worst person to ever set foot on this earth. With bandages on your arms, a black eye patch over your eye, and a cape draped over your body, you feel unstable, unlike Zatanna or Raven, whose magic works when they say special words. Your magic works when you lift up your eye patch, revealing an eye that has a big spell glyph on it, activating your magic.

How your magic works is simple: you can summon things—just imagine summoning a big mall to drop on your enemy's head as you laugh wickedly at your success. The whole magic community watches over you, thinking that you might just conquer the world if you get too ambitious. But in reality, you're too busy looking for the camera and making dramatic entrances to even care about world domination. Still, Constantine will have his eye on you

The first time you activated your powers was an accident; you didn't mean to do it. You were boasting to your friends about how your mom had magical ties and how you were all-powerful, that you needed to wear this eye pat0ch or else you'd simply vaporize them. They obviously knew you were bluffing, so they manipulated you into showing them your "magical powers."

Now, you're at Gotham Park, knowing that you can't back down on your word. So you say nonsensical magical words that make zero sense. Your friends are laughing and teasing you like crazy until you get so angry that you teleport a can of soda onto your friend's head, spilling it on them. Oh my God, you're jumping up and down, running and screaming at the top of your lungs, doing some ridiculous victory dance as you shout, "In your face!" Even though you don't even believe in yourself, you're still going to act like a sore winner after the interaction. And now you get to use these powers on the Batfam. God, you're like a little devil! Let's just hope you won't become the next Klarion.

[theeedarlingflame]

yandere rengoku kyojuro x chubby!reader headcanons

cw: typical yandere actions happen like kidnapping and stalking. there’s obsessive behavior. he’s delulu

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He’s not the kind of guy to go looking for love.

He’s focused on his duties as a Hashira. He tells himself he has ‘no time’ for love.

Rengoku goes into your village for a mission.

He walks around, trying to find a good place to eat. There’s plenty of good smells in the air, and he’s hungry. One scent in particular, meat dumplings, makes his stomach rumble.

Just his luck—you’re the owner of the small restaurant he walks into. It’s love at first sight for him. You’re all smiles as you serve a couple some fresh steaming meat dumplings.

You’re beautiful. You’re adorable. He wants to kiss those chubby cheeks of yours. He wants to devour you.

When he orders many plates and bowls of food, you’re ecstatic at every ‘Umai!’ that leaves his lips. You grin and tell him you’re happy he thinks so highly of your food, eyes all bright and twinkling. You, hard-working, kind you, loving a trait of his that other people get annoyed by—it’s a sign.

A sign that you and Rengoku are meant to be together.

Rengoku eats and eats until he’s more than full. He just wants to stay with you a little longer. The way you talk to him as you bring him his dishes and the way you walk over too often to ‘see how he’s doing with all the food’—it’s more than the kind of chatting that a worker does with a customer. He’d know. He’s been to so many restaurants before, he’s well aware of what normal customer service behavior looks like.

You’re flirting with him. You want him, too. He knows you do.

He’s the last customer, but other workers linger, cleaning up tables. He pays you handsomely for all the food he ate.

“It’s too much!” You gasp, trying to give some of his money back to him. You counted and he gave triple the amount. Triple! You can hardly believe it. You can’t possibly keep it all.

“No, no. Keep it, YN. A pretty lady such as yourself deserves this and more,” He says to you, pleased at how you get so flustered you can’t respond to him. If this is how much you get flustered from a simple compliment, he wonders how flustered you’d become if you knew his lewd thoughts about you.

He doesn’t want to leave you yet, but the sun has set, and he has a duty to fulfill. Rengoku turns before he opens the door to walk out of your establishment.

“YN! Tomorrow morning, I will be back to have more of your delicious food!”

You grin, playful and warm, as you stack his empty plates on top of each other to carry to the kitchen. “Rengoku-san, your appetite is truly insatiable! I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep up with you in the morning, since I’m hardly a morning owl!”

His appetite for you is the most insatiable part. He has to have you. He loves you.

“Give yourself more credit! You’re hard-working and an amazing cook! I’m sure you will take care of my insatiable appetite just fine tomorrow!”

He’ll stay here, in your village, until he has to leave. He’ll only eat here, at your cute little restaurant, for the time being.

Rengoku goes out into the night, searching for a demon to kill. But there is none. Perhaps the demon is full for now, and that’s why it hasn’t appeared. Perhaps it sensed him and went into hiding. It’s not uncommon for a Hashira to scare away weaker demons, after all.

Rengoku goes to sleep, thinking and dreaming of you. In his dream, he holds your hand. He bites your throat, his calloused fingers roaming over your chubby, curvy body. He can only imagine how you feel underneath him. He can only imagine how you look under your clothes. For now, anyway. Soon, he’ll see for himself. Soon, he’ll touch you. Soon, but not soon enough.

The next morning, he keeps his promise. He rises early and goes to your restaurant—he even arrives before you do. He’s standing by the entrance, arms crossed, his eyes looking for you. When he spots you making your way to the entrance, he instantly brightens.

“Good morning, YN!” He greets ecstatically.

“Morning, Rengoku,” You greet back, albeit more softly. You cup a hand over your mouth as you yawn. You’re even more precious in the morning. So sleepy, so quiet. You unlock the door and motion for him to walk inside.

He steps inside and you close the door after you enter. You yawn again. “I’ll start cooking for you after I drink some tea, okay? Do you want some, too?”

His smile is so big, so warm, so bright. “Yes, I would love some! Thank you very much! Please join me!”

“Join you?” You say. You look forward to the quiet part of your morning where you drink tea by yourself. It’s peaceful. And Rengoku is very kind, but, right now, you don’t really have a lot of energy for someone who has so much. But…Rengoku did give you a lot of money yesterday, and he’s probably going to give you a lot today, too. Besides, he is really handsome…and he’s interested in you. You can’t lie and say you don’t reciprocate his feelings, even if it’s unprofessional.

Who wouldn’t be attracted to him, right?

“Sure, I’ll join you. Just give me a few minutes.” You head to the kitchen.

Rengoku is overjoyed. You’re going to drink tea with him, although he knows you’re tired and can sense that you wanna be alone. You love him, don’t you? That’s why you’re doing this. You love him, like how he loves you. You want to spend time with him. You love him, you love him, you love him. He knows it.

When you come back with a tray, you seem to be more awake and alert. You place the tray down on the table, setting a cup in front of him and one where you will sit. It’s just that, you being polite and placing the teacup for him since he’s a customer and a sweet man, albeit a well paying one; he takes it to mean something else. It reminds him of when his mother was alive and healthy, when she’d serve her father before herself and give him the bigger pieces of meat, not because she felt she had to as his wife, but because she wanted to, because she loved him. And you’re doing it for him because you love him. Of this, Rengoku is certain. You’re acting like his wife already. It’s meant to be. It’s fate. It is, it is, it has to be.

You’re gonna be his wife and soon.

After he beheads the demon, he self-indulges. He stays in your village too long. He hasn’t been assigned a new mission yet, anyway. It’s fine. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, fruits, vegetables, sweets and snacks—everything he ingests is from your restaurant. You quip that he’s eating you out of ingredients, that he’s eating everything you have, and he laughs boisterously; meanwhile, he can’t help but think that he hasn’t gotten a taste of you, yet. He hasn’t devoured you yet.

A week and a half after his arrival, Rengoku makes his move. He leaves earlier than normal, after dinnertime but before closing. You seem curious about it, but don’t question it. You had gotten used to him, after all. Nevertheless, you smile, take the generous payment, and ignore the feeling in your gut that something is off. It’s just your mind. Nothing is wrong. Rengoku is a visitor to your village and maybe he’s just preparing to leave. It’s a shame—you genuinely enjoyed having him around, even though he has the appetite of several people. Making conversation with him wasn’t a chore like it can be in the business; it was actually quite nice. He was attentive and engaging. You would sit with him occasionally, when there wasn’t a lot of customers in your restaurant.

Being plus sized in this society means that you aren’t always treated so kindly. Men prefer slender women, the kind with tiny stomachs and tinier appetites. But Rengoku never spared a glance at any women who attempted to flirt with him. He politely and firmly shut down any women’s advances. He’d even interrupt them mid-sentence and say he wanted to go back to his meal—the one you made for him.

No, he saved his attention, all of it, for you.

Maybe it’s wrong for you to not want him to go, and maybe that has to do with the small crush you have on him, but that’s life. You are fine with him leaving. He has a life to get back to. You respect that, you respect him. You didn’t know when you’d meet another man like him, but…he has to leave soon. You’ll be sad for a bit and then you’ll be fine. Life goes on.

You’re right. Rengoku is preparing to leave…with you.

He’s not leaving without you. That thought never crossed his mind.

He’s watched you close and open the restaurant, out of sight from curious eyes. As of right now, you’re locking up the place. Your back is turned to him, keys jingling in your hands. You’re completely, utterly unaware of Rengoku standing directly behind you. You’re lucky it’s him, he thinks. He actually loves you. What if it was some deviant who snuck up on you? Or some deranged pervert? Shouldn’t you have awareness of your surroundings? Shouldn’t you, at the very least, be able to sense someone’s presence behind you?

He shakes his head. He’d tsk, tsk, tsk at you if he could. Oh, YN. Where are your survival instincts? What if the demon he came here for got to you? It would’ve been so easy for it, too, if this is how you are.

It’s crystal clear to him, even moreso than before. You need him as much as he needs you. He’ll take care of you, spoil you rotten, protect you. He’ll be your husband.

With a swift whack to the back of your head, you’re limp like a doll. He catches you before you fall to the ground. A huge part of his heart is at ease. Finally, you’re in his arms. Finally, you’re where you belong—with him and only him.

He takes off, leaving the village with his wife. Over the course of a week and a half, when he wasn’t at your restaurant, he was inside your home. He felt guilt about breaking in, he did, but if you were to be his wife, you’d have to have your things in his estate. He wants you to have things that remind you of home. He snatches clothes and trinkets here and there until he has enough to fill a bag or two; he buys the lotions and hair-care products in bulk, has them sent to his estate. He did his best to be careful, to not take too much that you’d begin to stress. If you were worried about your things going missing, you didn’t show it at all.

Earlier in the week, he had a letter consisting of your measurements sent to a seamstress in his hometown. He wants to see you in his colors. Yes, he had taken some of your clothing so you’d feel more at ease with him; on the other hand, you’re gonna be his wife. You’re gonna wear his colors. You can have your comfort and nostalgia, but you will also have him, too. His love. His possessiveness, his protection. You’re going to be his.

Finally, you’ll be all his. He couldn’t be happier.

Once you get settled into his estate—his, the one he bought to keep you all to himself, away from his drunken, harsh father, although he’ll eventually bring his little brother around to meet you—he’ll pamper you with touches and anything you want. Sure, Rengoku wasn’t looking for love when he met you, but that doesn’t mean he won’t give you everything he has to offer…once you’re ready for it.

When you wake up, you’re apprehensive of him and shakily asking where you are. You didn’t want to believe Rengoku would do this to you. That…that he’d kidnap you and…why are your missing things in this bedroom? He’s…the one that took your things? Where are you? What’s…what’s going on?

With tears in your eyes, you ask him again, “What are you gonna do to me?” You’re shaking like a leaf, curled up with your back against a wall to create as much distance between you and him as possible.

Rengoku kneels a foot away from you, his expression too warm and sweet for the situation. Still, your stomach churns with nausea and unease. “Oh, little flame,” he croons. “I won’t hurt you. Don’t be scared of me. I’m going to be your husband soon. When you’re ready to receive my love, I’ll give it all to you.”

There’s no way you can leave. He made sure of it himself. No one besides him can go in or out without his permission. The locks and the faraway location from people, as well as the thick barrier of demon-warding flowers are all precautions just for you. He’s even got secret mechanisms in place that only he knows of, to stash all the keys. You’re his little flame and nothing, no one, will ever hurt you.

“You’re so precious,” He murmurs lovingly. “My wife. My cute, beautiful wife. There’s plenty of things for you to do here, you know. I spared no expense. There’s a library and a space for you to paint if you wish. There’s a lot of food for you to replenish your energy and to cook. If you want anything at all, just tell me and I will purchase it for you.” He pats your head tenderly and resists the urge to give you a kiss on the forehead. He wants so badly to kiss those chubby cheeks of yours, but you’re in no state for his affection.

“I-I want to go home,” You croak out weakly, lips shaking, chin wobbling. “Take me home.”

He chuckles lowly, amused and fond. “Oh, don’t be silly, little flame. This is your home now,” He says gently. He strokes a chubby cheek with a tenderness that belies his broad, strong frame. Rengoku stands up, gazing at you lovingly. “Sweetheart, I’ll return in a few days. Explore and get to know the place, yes? Give it a chance. I think you’ll like it.”

He walks out of the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him.

Eventually, you’ll warm up to him. You have to. He’s going to be your only source of human interaction. He’s seen you embrace the younger employees of your old establishment and treat them like younger siblings. You’re someone who needs touch and you can’t stay away from him forever.

Additionally, you are in a new place, of course you need time to get used to it! You will. Everything about this is new and different for you. He’ll be nice and patient with you, obviously. If he scares you or intimidates you with his true strength, then he won’t be a good husband. That’s all he wants—to be a great, dutiful husband to you. It’s what you deserve.

As he sets off for his new mission, he thinks of bringing you home some sweets.

The image of you and your round tummy growing rounder with his children is enough to keep him going on missions. No more of going back to a home where his father berates him for his career choice, always intoxicated and forever changed from grief. He has a plan to get his little brother out of there in time. For now, though…

This time, he’ll go home to you. And later…to you and your children.

Yes. All is as it should be.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

OH MY GOD imagine platonic yandere adults, find out that the reader is their biological child somehow. Maybe from one of the scientists while doing some test and yans find out they need all of there reactions, especally if Wanda and peitro find out they have another sibling.

Ooooooh, yes! Yeah, that WOULD make things different. Because now the adult/s in question feel more attached (or entitled) to Reader, especially if they were someone who turned out very different from them (as in, saner and maybe a bit nicer)...

If it was Magneto who was Reader's biological parent, surprise, he's now doubling his efforts to free himself, his kids, Charles, and the rest of them out. And those who harmed his kids? They'll be dead when he's done with them. Of course, he is going to try and get closer to Reader, attempt to tell them what he now knows. Hopefully they believe him...

If Charles Xavier is Reader's biological parent, oh, what's this? A few guards mysteriously ended up in a coma? Oh, some head scientist who saw him went insane? That's nothing to worry about, but let's talk, try to calm down, and enjoy a bit of peace, shall we? Yeah, Xavier is ready to keep Reader safe, be it by incapacitating their abusers or simply helping calm his kid down. He wants to badly tell them their relation, but he's aware that it might not be a good time. But on the other hand, he doesn't know how long any of them have...

If Logan is Reader's biological parent, he's scared. He doesn't want them to get hurt, and he doesn't want them to be used as a weapon. He also doesn't want to hurt them. But he also wants to be close to them, wants to protect them. He's worried even more, because they could get hurt just for being related to him. He feels like he can be a bit more feral around them if he's their parent, because it's just as likely they're feral, too, and neither one of them would hurt the other when they're like that, would they? He'll be by their side as long as he can, and he'll try his best to keep them safe. He just hopes Reader survives long enough so they can escape...

If Victor was Reader's biological parent, he's ready to break out even sooner. He has a cub? And they're hurt? And they're sweet? And they're his blood? Ooooooooh, he's going to be goring those lab rats when he's free. He can share his kid with Jimmy, Logan, his runt, but the others? ... He'll think about it. He gets more possessive of them, more protective. If Reader is his by blood, then he feels he should have a say in how they handle them... And he won't hurt them, he'll try not to, but they shouldn't run if he goes to collect them. They don't need to be scared of their papa, right? He's keeping them safe, getting rid of their enemies and freeing their friends and uncle...

If Ororo was Reader's biological parent, she'd be very loving and motherly towards them. She'd happily accept them, and she'd be happy to take care of them. She's sorry they're in this situation, and wishes they could have found this all out some other way, but she hopes that they can move past their trauma and heal together, along with Evan and their friends. She will be electrocuting anyone who lays hands on them, and will be keeping Reader close once they've all escaped. She just has to break the news to them first, that they are related... Hopefully it won't make things worse, finding out about all of this...

Mystique would feel happy about it. One of her kids actually likes her? And this child is friends were her other two children? It's perfect! Perhaps she can finally reconnect with them, the way she's wanted to for a long time. She however hates that they're all stuck in this death trap of a place. She'll get rid of the ones who did this to them, and then they can all go home. She has to do this. If not, she could very well lose them all before they've got the chance to leave. She just hopes she can tell Reader about this newfound information next time she sees them...

Hank would enjoy knowing this, while also being bewildered. He, has a child? Him? When did this happen? And with who? Where? Why? It doesn't matter, he supposes. It just matters that he tells them, eventually. And that they survive, and get out. He knows his team, his family, will accept Reader, they already do, so knowing Reader is his kid will only make him more able to have a claim over them, to truly parent them. He already has ideas, and he's so ready to be done with this awful place. All they have to do is make it awhile longer, and it will only be a bad memory...

(I'd gladly discuss each possible parent option further, but I myself like any of the feral guys as possible parents for Reader. What can I say? They're my comfort characters! But I would find it fun if Reader were someone's hidden kid/clone... What do y'all have in mind over this?)

[unhappy-last-resort]

Camu drabble

Warnings: non-con, smut

Imagine Camu creeping up behind you just after you finished a mission. It's late and the sky has gone dark, you're too busy staring at the stars to notice how he's looming over you, amethyst eyes carefully sweeping over every inch of your body. He's been wanting to do more with you for a while and now he finally has the perfect window of opportunity to do what he's always wanted with you.

It's too late to stop him by the time he shoves you against a partially broken wall, hands pinned above your head as his free hand roams your body. His hand quickly finding your sensitive areas and stroking/rubbing them as he whispers how good you're doing.

It's not long until your pants and underwear are torn away, his cock thrusting in and out of you like there's no tomorrow, like you're not going to have to walk to the transport craft in a couple hours. Struggling only makes him fuck into you harder, any pleas for him to stop, or slow down falling on deaf ears.

He fills your pretty little hole with his cum again and again until it spills out of you, using you like his personal fucktoy until he can see the transport craft in the distance.

"Ah, there we go. My little Commandant looks much better this way, I think you're suited for this." Camu whispers in your ear as he coats your walls with his purple tinted cum for the last time, pulling out of you and catching some of it with his fingers so you can taste it.

"You took it so well just like I told you, and remember-"

"Not a single peep about this to anyone, got that?"

[marcyvamp1re-blog]

I’m not sure if this is where requests go, but can you do a platonic!yandere! Charles Xavier and Magneto with child reader? Maybe she’s around 13-14. She’s a decently strong mutant who can control shadows and has similar powers as Raven from DC? I don’t see a lot of platonic Charles and magneto. Maybe some headcanons and small snippets? Idk. Thank you!

THE SONG OF THE RAVEN.

pairings ⸺ Yandere! Charles Xavier x Raven! Fem!reader x Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr. (Platonic Fic)

¿Request? Yes!

This is a Headcanon!

warnings ⸺ mdni! Dark themes, violence/death, blood, insolation, invasion of privacy, scars, delusion, Angst, ¿OOC Xavier and Magneto? Idk, fights, Disturbing Content, Unhealthy Obsession, Gaslight, Mental Illness, Corruption, Isolation, Paranoia, Manipulation.

sinopsis ⸺ A young girl caught between two worlds: the war of a man obsessed with a cause and another who has a completely opposing vision. She desperately seeks to escape the fate that both are trying to impose on her. Amidst silent dinners and celebrations she never wanted, a solitary raven watches her from the shadows, a symbol of the freedom that always seems just out of reach.

A/N ── English is not my first language—Spanish — I didn’t know if you wanted me to do it together or separately. Just send me a message and I’ll make another one for you.

Yandere Charles Xavier who... met you in a disturbing and violent way, a storm of chaos surrounding you as you remained expressionless on the threshold of his door. The contrast between your cold determination and the horror of the blood covering you fascinated him immediately. He felt in you an internal storm as powerful as the one raging outside, a repressed power that he needed to comprehend and, more importantly, contain. The way the red gem on your forehead gleamed with darkness only intensified his desire to guide you, to be the only one capable of unleashing your true potential... to control you.

Yandere Charles Xavier who... perceives the fear in the hearts of those around you. He knows that the students and the other X-Men watch you cautiously, whispering about the dark energy that emanates from you, the shadow that always seems to follow you. But for him, that darkness is what makes you so fascinating, so special. While others retreat, Xavier moves closer. He uses his powers to silence those murmurs before they affect you, convinced that no one else, except him, can see the beauty in what you truly are. Every time his thoughts touch your mind, he feels your confusion, your internal struggle with the dark power within you. And that only reinforces his desire to keep you close, to have you trust only him.

Yandere Charles Xavier who... insists on training you personally. He does not trust that anyone else understands the depth of your abilities as he does. His training sessions are intense, his mind enveloping yours as he guides you through the darkest corners of your powers. He assures you that only he can help you control it, to master it, and with each passing day, you feel more bound to his presence. You feel him, always in your mind, always near, watching you even when you think you are alone. Sometimes you wonder if he is protecting you or if he is caging something within you that he only wants to possess. But you dismiss those thoughts because, after all, he was the only one who took you in despite everything.

Yandere Charles Xavier who... obsessively cares for your well-being, to the point of seeing you as a daughter who needs to be watched at all times. He provides you with an isolated room, away from the other students, a place where you can be "safe," although you feel it is more like a prison disguised as protection. Every time you leave your room, his eyes seem to follow you, and his words are always filled with care: “It’s for your own good. I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed by the weight of your power.” But in his voice, there is always something more, a need to keep you safe... safe only for him.

Yandere Charles Xavier who... knows he cannot allow the world to harm you, and in his twisted mind, that justifies any invasion, any manipulation. He follows you in dreams, watches over you through his powers even while you sleep, ensuring that no nightmare, no vestige of Trigon or your own darkness reaches you. Sometimes you feel his presence within your mind, a forced calm that leaves you uneasy, but when you try to confront him, he simply smiles at you kindly and says, "I just want you to be at peace, Y/N. I won’t let anything hurt you."

Yandere Charles Xavier who... sees in you more than a student. You are his creation, his project, his daughter in a sense deeper than anyone else could understand. He has shaped you, protected you from yourself and the world, and in his mind, only he has the right to be so close to your essence. Sometimes he talks to you about a future where no one else can hurt you, where he will be everything you need. And in those moments, you see in his eyes a glimmer of something disturbing, a need that goes beyond the mentor that everyone sees.

Yandere Charles Xavier who... has made the entire mansion a refuge for you, although it really feels more like a prison from which you cannot escape. The mental bond he has established with you is so strong that even if you wanted to leave, you would feel an invisible resistance. Charles has intertwined his mind with yours in such a way that it is impossible for you to imagine a world without him, and that dependence is exactly what he has desired all along. Because in his vision, absolute control over you is not something to be feared, but a demonstration of his love and care.

Yandere Charles Xavier who... knows that the dark power dwelling within you could destroy the world if not contained, and yet, he increasingly feels tempted to unleash it, to see you in your purest, most chaotic form. But he would only do it if that means he will be the only one capable of guiding you, of touching that part of you that no one else should know. The thought of losing you or your power at the hands of another is unbearable, and that leads him to make increasingly extreme decisions, justifying his actions as if they were for your own good. For Xavier, you are more than a powerful mutant. You are the center of his world, the living manifestation of everything he fears and everything he desires.

Yandere Charles Xavier who... begins to see with you the same dark and melancholic series that seem to attract you, those that reflect your own internal struggle. The hours you spend together in the mansion's living room are an attempt to understand you more deeply, and although the plots are often laden with fatalism and sadness, Charles watches them carefully, always studying your reactions. “I wonder if you see anything of yourself in these characters,” he comments one night, as a gloomy episode unfolds on the screen. He says it in a casual tone, but his interest is deeper, always trying to unravel the corners of your mind. You allow yourself a slight smile, a reflection of the dark sarcasm that sometimes dominates you. Charles remains silent, but his mind works frantically. He cannot help but feel fascinated, even more connected to you, by that dark side you share through the screen, knowing that only he can help you confront it… and control it.

Yandere Charles Xavier who... tensed the first time you spoke of Trigon. You mentioned him with a chilling calm, explaining how your destiny, according to your mother, was marked by his shadow. “He is my father,” you said one day in one of your mental sessions, while you were both immersed in that peaceful void that Xavier created for you. “And he is also my curse.” The words resonated in his mind with a weight he could not ignore. Charles felt a dull anger in the depths of his being, a resentment he did not expect toward an entity he had never known. Trigon. That malignant presence that had tried to claim you before he found you. "You are not a curse, my child" he replied, his voice firmer than usual, trying to maintain his composure while feeling something dark stir within him. “You are not your father, nor the destiny imposed on you. You are much more than they will ever understand.”

Yandere Charles Xavier who... felt something dangerous when you mentioned your mother and your dimension, Azarath. It was a calm conversation at first, you talking about her with a mix of nostalgia and sadness, a mother who had tried to protect you, but also one who had allowed Trigon to leave his mark on you. Charles listened in silence, but with each word you spoke about her, he felt a growing resentment. She had brought you into this world of darkness, a girl who did not deserve to be subjected to that cursed fate, and no matter how hard she tried to protect you, she was the one who deliberately delivered you and put you at the mercy of Trigon. "She didn't really understand you, Y/N," Charles said one day, his voice laden with careful control, fearing to say something that would upset you, but with a latent fury that only you could perceive if you looked closely. “Not like I do. Not like those who truly want what is best for you.”

Yandere Charles Xavier who... organized a small celebration on your fourteenth birthday, a day that should have been joyful, but he knew meant something very different for you. He watched your empty expression, your indifference toward the candles, the few gifts the students dared to give you. You discreetly stepped away from the celebration, seeking solitude. Charles followed you, his chair moving silently to the corner where you had taken refuge, away from the bustle. “I’m not celebrating this day, Charles,” you said, your voice laden with a coldness he could not ignore. “My birth was a curse. This day, in the future, will be the downfall of all humans in this dimension.” His eyes watched you with a mix of compassion and pain. The feeling of helplessness briefly overwhelmed him, but it was replaced with a fierce determination. “No, Y/N. It was not a curse,” he replied, moving closer. “Your birth is the arrival of a messiah to the earth, and nothing that happens will change my mind. You are free to be whoever you want to be, and I will help you see that. I… will always be here to remind you.” His warm, paternal hand touched yours, trying to make those words penetrate the darkest corner of your mind. “You are my daughter, and no destiny imposed by a foolish demon can change that. So let’s celebrate.”

Yandere Charles Xavier who... felt a mix of pride and relief as he saw how, year after year, you remained true to the X-Men, but more importantly, true to him. While the other students grew, forming deep friendships and even romances, you remained distant, always the solitary shadow doing what was necessary but not truly connecting with others. Charles noticed this, and although he pretended to worry about your loneliness, deep in his heart, he felt satisfied. He knew you had remained intact, far from the influences that could have pulled you away from his control. In his mind, that distance was proof of his success, of how he had shaped you to depend only on him.

Yandere Charles Xavier who... as he aged, felt pride every time he looked at you and saw that you remained his daughter, his creation. You were no longer the teenager who arrived at the mansion covered in blood and viscera, but you still did not allow anyone to affect you deeply. “You have grown so much,” he told you one afternoon, his voice soft but laden with a possessive love that had always been present. “Not just as an X-Men, but as a person. You have given me more than I could ever imagine. And I thank you… for staying by my side.” His eyes, now older, more tired, shone with pride that bordered on obsession. He knew you had overcome your demons, but he also knew it was because of him. And as long as he could keep you close, away from any other influence, he would be happy.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... found you in a dark alley after an uncontrollable explosion of power had left devastation around you. Your emotions had exploded after your arrival from Azarath, and Erik, seeing you surrounded by shadows, immediately felt a connection. “You are a mutant,” he affirmed, recognizing the immense power within you. But as he saw you more closely, his motivations began to mix. At first, he saw you as a tool for his cause, but the fragility of your emotions awakened in him a deep concern.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... took you under his protection with an obsessive intensity. Although he trained you hard, his desire for control was evident, convinced that only he could help you channel your power. “You are stronger than you think,” he would tell you in moments of greatest despair, but what he truly longed for was to mold you into someone who shared his struggle. For him, your potential was unlimited, but also a source of fear.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... obsessed over seeing you in the white suit you had brought from Azarath, interpreting it as a symbol of your purity. However, there was a dark desire within him: to see you covered in red, a color that for him represented fury, destiny, and his cause. Although his exterior seemed serene, in his mind, Erik struggled against the growing need to possess you, to protect you not only from others but from yourself.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... felt trapped between the desire to see you become a warrior and his paternal instinct that pushed him to protect you. Your demonic lineage generated both fear and admiration in him, and every time you showed signs of rejecting the path he had laid out for you, his frustration grew. “You can’t escape what you are,” he would tell you, although he knew those words hurt you deeply. What he didn’t understand was that your internal struggle went far beyond the war between mutants and humans.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... tried to isolate you from others, especially from those who showed you any kindness, like Charles. “They don’t understand you, kid” he warns you, trying to sow doubt in your mind. But deep down, Erik feared that others could offer you the balance that he, in his obsession, denied you.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... wakes in the middle of the night to hear your frightened whispers. He knew you had nightmares, but he could not stand to see you in such a state of vulnerability. Not knowing how to comfort you without seeming weak, he stayed by your side, watching your tormented expressions. In the end, he would gently wake you, murmuring, “Nothing will happen to you while I’m here.” However, his need for control grew every time he saw you affected. He couldn’t bear the thought that something, not even in your dreams, could hurt you.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... is surprised the first time he finds you watching a romantic series. “Why are you wasting your time with that?” he asks you, disdainful at first. However, over time, he begins to tolerate it only because he sees you more relaxed. He doesn’t admit it, but he secretly watches you, intrigued by how you can find peace in something so far removed from his reality. Although he despises those stories, he starts to buy them for you in an attempt to keep you entertained and close to him.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... begins to get angry when he notices that you are becoming friends with Pietro Maximoff. He is deeply bothered by the closeness you develop with his son, as he fears that his influence will pull you away from him. “Pietro is unstable,” he warns you, trying to sow doubt in your mind. But you can’t help feeling freer with Pietro, who understands your desire to escape better. Every time Erik sees Pietro make you laugh or when he talks to you about the freedom he feels when he runs, Erik becomes increasingly jealous, wishing to control every aspect of your life.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... becomes furious every time you escape. Even though you try to do it discreetly, he always notices and takes it as a personal betrayal. “Where do you think you can go without me?” he asks you when he finds you, his voice filled with a mix of disappointment and possessiveness. Erik justifies himself by telling you that he only wants to protect you from the dangers of the outside world, but the truth is he cannot stand the thought of losing control over you. Every time you return, he locks you further in his world, believing he will keep you safe.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... listens carefully when you talk to him about Azarath and your father, although his expression hardens at the mention of Trigon. “Your father has no power here,” he assures you, as if his words could ward off the danger he represents. However, he cannot help but compare himself to Trigon in his mind. His desire to protect you intertwines with a dark satisfaction: he is the one who has pulled you from that world. Still, his disdain for the demonic seeps into his words, sometimes making you feel that Erik does not understand the depth of your internal conflict.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... at first gets annoyed when you refer to him as your mentor instead of your father. For Erik, the relationships of power and control are clear, and your resistance to see him in a paternal role confuses him. “I care for you as if you were my own daughter,” he says, trying to soften his tone, although what he really wants is for you to feel more dependent on him. However, little by little, he realizes that being your mentor also gives him a position of influence, shaping you in his way. And although he does not admit it, sometimes he would prefer that you did not see him as a father, as his feelings toward you become increasingly complex.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... becomes irritated when he sees you seek comfort in other mutants or in your memories of Azarath when you feel alone. For him, those connections are a threat, as he fears that any bond outside his influence will lead you to distance yourself from him. “They don’t understand what you can become,” he tells you, convinced that he is the only one who can help you reach your true potential. But every time he sees you embrace your past or connect with others, the need to isolate you intensifies.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... sometimes struggles with the desire to let you go and allow you to be independent, but that thought consumes him with jealousy. Every time you show glimpses of autonomy, his possessiveness increases. Although he respects your strength, his need to protect and control puts you in a constant cycle of tension. “You will always need my guidance,” he assures you, convinced that his presence in your life is indispensable. However, he does not realize that, despite his obsession with keeping you close, you see him only as a teacher, not as the omnipresent figure he aspires to be.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... at first saw you as a key piece in his fight for mutant supremacy. He trained you hard, wanting you to be his perfect weapon against humans. But over time, something changed. He no longer cared if you fought in his war; he wanted you to be his daughter. Now, instead of training you in combat, he teaches you to control your powers in ways that, according to him, will only make you stronger, but without putting you in danger. “You don’t need to risk yourself for a cause that no longer makes sense to you,” he tells you, ignoring your own desires to fight or make your own decisions. He only cares about keeping you close, protected, and under his control. He is no longer interested in the war; his only obsession is to keep you in his life, away from any conflict that could take you away from him.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... has become addicted to the moments when he can feign paternal normality with you, like the dinners he organizes almost every night. He knows that his presence makes you uncomfortable, especially when he watches you with an intensity that makes you nervous, but for him, it is a ritual that reinforces the connection he believes he has with you. Every time you try to avoid those moments, he insists: “It’s important that we have dinner together, as a family.” Although his attempts to create a family atmosphere feel forced, you stay because you feel you have no other option. Every dinner is laden with awkward silences and glances that make you feel like you are under a microscope.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... is terrified to witness, for the first time, how Trigon attempts to possess you. It was an unexpected and terrifying moment, one that left him powerless in the face of a force he could not control with his magnetism. He watched you struggle against the influence of your demonic father, and for the first time in a long time, Erik felt a fear he had not felt since childhood: the fear of losing you, but in a much darker way than he had ever anticipated. When you managed to resist the possession, Erik took you by the shoulders, his eyes filled with a mix of panic and fury: “I won’t let that monster take you. Never.” Since then, he has redoubled his efforts to keep you close and under control, looking for any way to prevent Trigon from attempting something similar again, even if that means isolating you even more from the outside world.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... has never understood why you are reluctant to celebrate your birthday. For him, celebrations are important because they reinforce the idea of family and unity. But you have always avoided Erik marking that date, and each year you try to spend the day in silence or distracted by anything else. Despite your resistance, Erik always finds a way to get you a gift or prepare something special, even though he knows it makes you uncomfortable. “No matter what you think, this day is important,” he insists, ignoring your wishes. For him, celebrating your birthday is not just a symbolic gesture; it is an affirmation that you belong to him and that, even if you reject it, you cannot escape his influence or control.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who...feels increasingly obsessed with the idea of having a perfect family. Although at first he saw you as an ally in his war, now he sees you more as his daughter and less as a warrior. Every time you mention the possibility of fighting for mutants or exploring the outside world, he cuts you off with cold determination: “Your place is here with me. You no longer need to prove anything to anyone.” This only increases your frustration, but Erik seems more than willing to do anything to prevent you from exposing yourself to danger, even if it means cutting all your external connections.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... watches every movement of Y/N as she trains with her powers, controlling shadows with impressive skill, his eyes burning with a mix of pride and possession. Every time she makes progress in her control of her powers, he feels his own purpose renewed: to protect her from a world that does not understand her. He feels jealous of the attention she gives to Charles, but at the same time, he knows he needs her to see him as a paternal figure as well.

Yandere! Charles Xavier who... takes her to therapy sessions to help her cope with her nightmares, creating a warm and welcoming environment. His approach is more understanding and emotional, and although he feels threatened by Erik's intensity, he strives to be the father that Y/N needs, even if it means yielding in some aspects to Erik's demands.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... cannot stand to see Y/N go on a mission with Charles or the other mutants. Although he knows it is part of her training, his protective instinct kicks in, and his scheming mind seeks ways to dissuade her. When he finds her talking to Charles about the mission, his voice hardens. “It’s not safe for you to go out; you could lose control and hurt yourself,” he warns her, his tone filled with concern and jealousy.

Yandere! Charles Xavier who... tries to calm the situation, reminding Erik that Y/N needs to have experiences and learn to defend herself. “You can’t always protect her, Erik. She needs to learn to face the world.” His tone is firm, but in his eyes, there is a spark of challenge. The rivalry between them intensifies, but both know that their ultimate goal is the same: to protect their little Raven who is so lost in life.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... feels helpless when Y/N expresses her desire not to celebrate her birthday, a day that is painful for her to remember due to her own traumas. However, upon seeing how Charles plans a small celebration, his anger erupts. “Why are we celebrating a day that represents her vulnerability?” he yells, even though inside he is torn by the idea that he cannot be the only one to make her happy.

Yandere! Charles Xavier who... realizes the importance of this day for Reader and refuses to yield to Erik's doubts. “She deserves to enjoy her life, Erik. You can’t keep her in a bubble.” Although both fight for Reader's attention and affection, the celebration becomes a point of unity, combining their efforts for the well-being of the young girl.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... feels a pang of jealousy and frustration when Charles invites Y/n to the mansion to spend time with family and have dinner with the other X-Men. “Why are you bringing her here? She should be training, not sharing laughs with them,” he reproaches, his voice tense as he watches Y/n smile and interact with the others. Erik cannot help but feel excluded, fearing that by spending time with Charles and the X-Men, Y/n will drift away from him and his teachings.

Yandere! Charles Xavier who... tries to see the best in the situation, explaining to Erik that Y/n needs moments of normalcy and connection with others. “Erik, you can’t protect her from everything. It’s essential for her to learn to interact with her family and friends,” he says, trying to remain calm. However, he realizes that Charles's words only ignite Erik's anger further, who believes those moments are a dangerous distraction.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... feels even more upset when he learns that Charles is fostering a relationship between Reader and Pietro. “She doesn’t need a boyfriend, especially not that boy who will only hinder her development,” he tells him in a grave voice, raising an eyebrow at the complicity between the two. His scheming mind fills with jealousy, convinced that Pietro, with his carefree nature, could negatively influence his daughter, diverting her from the seriousness he believes her life should have.

Yandere! Charles Xavier who... tries to calm Erik, reminding him that the bond between Y/n and Pietro could be beneficial for her development. “She needs friends her age, Erik. Who better than your son? You can’t be the only one in her life,” he insists, although the tension between them feels palpable. In reality, he does this to torment Erik and make Y/N want him more.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... feels irritated when he sees Y/n wearing battle clothes that he hasn’t chosen. He hated that she dressed in that dark attire. “Why are you dressing like that? You need to be ready for battle, not for a parade,” he tells her, frowning as he sees that Charles allows Y/n to wear whatever she wants. When she appears uncomfortable with her choice, Erik feels frustrated by the lack of control he has over his surroundings. “I don’t want you to feel vulnerable,” he says with concern, but his way of expressing it is possessive and almost demanding.

Yandere! Charles Xavier who... intervenes, defending Y/n right to choose her own clothes. “She should feel comfortable and secure, Erik. Strength doesn’t just come from appearance, but from the confidence she has in herself,” he argues, trying to show him that possessiveness is not the answer. However, Erik feels overwhelmed by the desire to protect her, thinking that clothing should be an extension of that protection, not realizing that his approach may be making Y/n feel trapped.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... one night, upon seeing Y/N wake up startled from her nightmares, cannot help but feel a pang of pain. “I won’t allow them to trap you like they did me,” he murmurs, gently taking her hand. However, his possessive nature surfaces, and a flash of fear crosses his face at the thought that she might distance herself.

Yandere! Charles Xavier who... encourages her to talk about her fears, using his telepathic abilities to connect with her in those mental landscapes. “You are not alone, my girl. We are here for you,” he tells her, his voice soft and reassuring. Their emotional connection strengthens in those moments of vulnerability, and although Erik struggles with his own instincts, he realizes that together they can offer her the protection she needs.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr who... joins Charles to defend Y/N from an external threat, forcing a collaboration that seemed impossible before. Both are aware that, although their methods differ, their love for her transcends any rivalry. “If we lose her, there will be no victory,” Erik says, his voice deep as he watches Charles nod, understanding him.

Yandere! Charles Xavier who... is also compelled to recognize the value of Erik's strength. “We need to join our forces if we want to protect her from the darkness that lurks,” he agrees, looking at Erik with a mix of respect and challenge. Together, they form a formidable front, balancing Erik's brute strength with Charles's cunning and knowledge, becoming two protective fathers seeking the best for Y/n.

Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr and Yandere! Charles Xavier who... finally find an understanding in their struggle to protect Y/n. The rivalry that once separated them becomes a bond that unites them, each complementing the other as they face the adversities of the outside world, with the Raven of freedom always present in their hearts.

A/N ── I don’t know much about Magneto (surprisingly), so I did what I could with him. Still, I wasn’t satisfied with his part, and that’s what worries me the most, but I think with a look at the comics, the movies, and watching a few videos, I’ll learn more about him.

I separated them because I think in Xavier’s case, Y/N would feel more drawn to his affection and appreciation, which is why she would remain loyal to him without wavering, which is different in Magneto’s case.

Raven is a character I really like, in several adaptations, except for two that I don’t like much mainly because of how they were written.

Feel free to ask me anything if you want. Just go to my profile and message me; I always read your ideas and requests.

Take a Bath!

[seaotterkaku]

i know its not on the list for pomefiore but since i saw cupid reader on both ignihyde and diasomnia and lizzie reader is listed for heartslabyul i had to ask, do a pomefiore dorm x raven queen reader prompt. if i had to pick an idea it would be of all 3 of them in their own way adoring the reader and making them appreciate their legacy (while also making sure that no one cames too close to the new jewel of pomefiore).

yandere one shot/quotes/ hcs; YANDERE POMEFIORE DORM

requested by ; anonymous/ @user / none,,

fandom(s) ; Ever After High, Twisted Wonderland,

fandom master list(s): master | specific

character(s); Vil, Room, Epel, Raven

outline; " Sooo what you think? <3 😋 "

warning(s) ; Yandere behavior, obsession, unhealthy relationships, delusional love, manipulation, dark themes, toxic affection,,

❛❛I was just wondering... I mean... What if I don't want to take the pledge? ❜❜

Signature Spell: EVIL SPELL,, telekinetically control or levitate anything. She has trouble containing her spells due to her temper. Raven's power can transform her or anything else around her. she can summon the help of creatures, but Raven's help comes from less favorable creatures, such as bugs, bats and Goblins and Raven must summon them by demand rather than singing or polite request.

"I was just wondering... I mean... What if I don't want to take the pledge?"

"Conjuring up my own destiny"

"What if I want to choose my own happily ever after!"

"Muse-ic to my ears"

"Sing your true heart out"

"Reflect on your destiny"

"You gotta let your bad side out!"

"It pays to practice."

[N] Raven Queen never intended to be the center of attention, but stepping into Night Raven College made that inevitable. Her presence was magnetic, her aura commanding. The power that coursed through her veins was untamed and wild, reflected in her striking ability to summon creatures deemed undesirable by most—bats, goblins, and the like. She was the antithesis of perfection in a world that revered polished beauty.

The dorm, known for its dedication to beauty and perfection, usually would have scoffed at someone with a “darker” aesthetic, but there was something enchanting about [N] Raven. Her refusal to conform, her inner conflict with her legacy, and her sharp wit struck a chord with Vil, Rook, and Epel.

From the moment she arrived, Pomefiore was captivated. Vil Schoenheit, in particular, saw something in her that no one else could. “You’re a rough diamond,” he said one day, his voice both sharp and alluring. “But even a diamond in the rough can be polished into a masterpiece.”

Vil Schoenheit sees [N] Raven as a diamond in the rough. He’s obsessed with the idea of refining her “flawed” image and helping her embrace her legacy. However, his desire to make her appreciate her destiny borders on controlling.

- He constantly critiques her use of magic, insisting she learn to control her temper and channel her abilities more “gracefully.”

- “You don’t have to fear your power, [N]. With my guidance, you’ll learn to wield it as an extension of your beauty.”

- Vil becomes possessive of [N], ensuring no one else influences her choices. He’s adamant that he will be the one to help her “conjure her destiny.”

- “Your bad side isn’t something to hide—it’s something to perfect. Let me show you how.”

Rook Hunt, on the other hand, adored every imperfection she had. To him, [N] wasn’t flawed—she was extraordinary. “Mon trésor,” he whispered one night, his emerald eyes alight with wonder. “You are not bound by tradition or destiny. You create destiny. It’s magnifique!” He seemed to appear wherever she went, his devotion almost suffocating as he praised her every move.

Rook Hunt views [N] as a fascinating enigma, a muse of unparalleled darkness and elegance. Her power, her temper, and even her connection to creatures others might deem undesirable only make her more beautiful in his eyes.

- Rook constantly follows [N], waxing poetic about her every move. “Ah, mademoiselle, even your frustration is magnifique! Such raw emotion, such passion—it’s muse-ic to my ears!”

- He encourages her to embrace her darker side, seeing it as a reflection of her true self. “Sing your true heart out, [N]. Let the world see the beauty of your shadows.”

- Rook becomes dangerously protective of her, ensuring no one else go close to his muse. He has no qualms about scaring off anyone who might try to steal her attention.

Meanwhile, Epel Felmier found himself drawn to her rawness. She wasn’t afraid to show her temper, her flaws, or her strength. In a world where he was constantly told to be something he wasn’t, [N] was unapologetically herself. “You don’t let anyone tell you what to do,” he said one evening, his cheeks slightly pink. “I like that about you.”

Epel Felmier admires [N]’s strength and independence. Unlike Vil and Rook, he doesn’t try to refine her—he respects her fiery temper and rebellious streak. However, his admiration quickly turns possessive.

- Epel sees [N] as someone who understands the struggle of not fitting into others’ expectations. “You don’t need to be perfect for anyone, [N]. You’re already amazing.”

- He becomes jealous of anyone who tries to get too close to her, especially if they admire her power. “They don’t see you like I do. They don’t understand what makes you special.”

- Epel secretly loves her darker aesthetic, finding it refreshing compared to Pomefiore’s usual obsession with beauty. However, he’ll only admit this to her, not in front of Vil or Rook.

But as much as the Pomefiore trio admired her, their adoration came with a price. Vil became determined to shape her into a “perfect” version of herself, going so far as to critique her powers and appearance. Rook’s infatuation grew darker, his compliments turning into possessive declarations. And Epel’s quiet admiration morphed into jealousy, his temper flaring whenever someone else spoke to her.

The three Pomefiore members, despite their differing approaches, share an unwavering obsession with [N]. They see her as the dark jewel of their dorm, someone who embodies a unique beauty they must protect at all costs.

- They work together to ensure [N] stays close to Pomefiore, subtly sabotaging any relationships she might form with other dorms.

- Vil insists that she’s too “special” to waste her time with anyone else, while Rook and Epel quietly remove any “distractions” that might pull her away.

- Their collective goal is to make her see the value in her legacy while ensuring she becomes dependent on their support.

You thee [N] Raven Queen, however, wasn’t one to back down. “You can’t just polish me into whatever you want,” you snapped at Vil during one of his lectures. “I’m not some gemstone you can mold into your idea of perfection.”

Vil’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes gleamed with something dangerous. “Oh, but you are. You’ll see it eventually.”

Rook, meanwhile, watched from the shadows, his gaze never leaving her. “No one else can appreciate your beauty as I can, mon oiseau de nuit.”

Even Epel, who tried to act as her ally, couldn’t hide his growing protectiveness. “You don’t need anyone else,” he said firmly. “Just stick with us.”

“I’m destined for a tragic ending,” you muttered to yourself one night, staring at the moonlit sky. “But I’ll be the one to write it.”

Extra; Quotes

- Vil sees Raven as a project, someone with untapped potential that only he can refine. His obsession stems from his desire to create perfection, but his methods are ruthless and domineering.

- “You have potential, Raven, but you’re holding yourself back with this... untamed power. Let me help you refine it.”

- “Perfection isn’t a goal, it’s a way of life. You’ll understand that soon enough.”

- “You think you can escape your legacy, but the truth is, it’s what makes you extraordinary.”

- “You don’t have to reject your destiny, Raven. It’s not a curse—it’s a gift. With my help, you’ll learn to shine like the true queen you are.”

- “Your temper isn’t a flaw; it’s an opportunity. Control it, refine it, and the world will bow to you.”

- “Reflect on your destiny, Raven. No one else can carry the weight of your legacy like you can.”

- Rook adores Raven for her power and individuality, but his admiration quickly becomes overwhelming. He sees her as a masterpiece that must be protected—and possessed—at all costs.

- “Mon oiseau de nuit, your darkness is as beautiful as the stars in the night sky.”

- “No creature is unfavorable when it is summoned by you. They are merely reflections of your unmatched power.”

- “I could follow you to the ends of the earth, my queen. No one else sees you the way I do.”

- “Ah, mon cherie, the way you command the room—even in anger—is a sight to behold! Truly, you are a queen of unparalleled beauty!”

- “You summon bats and goblins, yet they come to you with such loyalty. You inspire devotion, even from the shadows.”

- “Your power is muse-ic to my ears, Raven. Sing your true heart out and let the world tremble before you.”

- Epel admires Raven’s strength and independence, but his admiration turns possessive when others show interest in her. He wants to be the only one she trusts.

- “You don’t need Vil’s lectures. You’re already strong. Stronger than any of them.”

- “I hate the way they look at you. Like they think they can take you away from us.”

- “You don’t let anyone ruffle your feathers, huh? I admire that. I really do.”

- “You don’t have to be like anyone else, Raven. I like you just the way you are.”

- “You’re stronger than they give you credit for. You don’t need to change for anyone—not even Vil.”

- “If someone doesn’t appreciate your power, then they don’t deserve to be around you. Simple as that.”

[everafterhighxreader]

Yandere! Raven Queen Headcanons

Anon: Can do yandere raven queen x reader?

She's very sweet, which surprised you

You were expecting her to be evil and mean, so when she was nice to you [as you were cornered in fear], you were 'Oh! Wow!'

Has RBF, but is the sweetest girl in the world

She's not good with love or crushes

She'll try and use her magic to make sweet things but most of the time it backfires on her

You think it's sweet none the less

She would sacrifice herself for you. If you asked her to sign the Storybook of Legends, she would do it. She doesn't want too, but for you she'd do anything

She looks at you like you're the only person in the world [To her, you kind of are]

She's really good with anxiety, so if you suffer from anxiety, she does her best to calm you down

If it has to do with people, don't worry, most go away when seeing her

If you're anxious about people talking and get overwhelmed, she'll make them all freeze, so it's just you and her

She wants to make you as happy as possible

She'll rant to you about Apple and you listen and give advice when asked

Her mother threatened that 'Oh, how terrible would it be if something terrible happened to them?' and Raven felt her blood boil more than it ever has before

"If you hurt Y/n, I'll never forgive you and I won't follow your footsteps"

The Evil Queen realizes that instead of threatening to hurt you, she offers your protection for Raven's loyalty

Raven doesn't want to, but she really wants you to be safe from her mother, so she does it

Thankfully, you find the mirror and give it to Raven, so she can trap her mother

Raven could kiss you, but she holds off until your alone

[otomes-world]

I kinda miss Raven... Could you give us some additional information about his personality or his character? I like that man 🥲

-🍗 anon (if it's not taken)

Oh, sure! I haven't anons with "names" so you'll be first 0/

Honestly, I remember about RSA!mobs completely by chance without any particular purpose. Most often, seeing likes on old posts. So, what can I say from Raven..

He strikes me as the type that everyone likes. Not like Kalim, more like Trey. The kind of reliable-looking student you have confidence in even without meeting him in person. He liked by teachers and other students, both at his school and elsewhere. The perfect kid, but when you think about it, you realize you know absolutely nothing about him.

Not his hobbies, not his favorite food, not even color. Nothing.

He is calm by nature, but this is based on his self-confidence. He is a control freak. Not in the sense that Raven likes to control other people, this part of his character appears in his control over the situation. He needs to understand and figure out what is happening, to know the peculiarities of other people. When something or someone appears that violates this rule, he becomes uncomfortable. He will make three times effort to fix it.

Why is he interested in the reader? Because you are from another world. A sphere that a priori will never be understandable to him. On the one hand, this irritates him, but on the other, it attracts him, like a cat who's touching water with its paw. He is too cautious to dive in head first, but enclosing the volume of "water" in the size of a puddle will give him enough control and confidence.

As little bonus let's talk about a few "what ifs"? The meeting would most likely have happened at the VDS competition, that's a classic. Or maybe even earlier. You would agree to the persuasion of the other first years and went with them - read between the lines, ran away, breaking the rules - to a small town near the college.

Since this is rsa, then naturally the meeting must be fateful. Losing sight of your friends, you would have turned the corner of some shop and bumped into a stranger, who in turn would not have let you fall. Which could not be said about the drink he was holding in his hand, but safely dropped it to catch you. According to all the canons of shojo manga.

After a quick apology, you would offer to buy him a new one. Wait, when did the setting change to the nearest cafe? You were planning to buy something as an apology and go find your idiots. What does a date next week mean?

Stop. No. Ugh. You did your best to take control of the situation. People who could confidently say all sorts of nonsense were the most dangerous. Especially when they did it convincingly. Your experience in college was not wasted, it was not!

Although instead of a date you exchanged phone numbers. Oh well, so be it. The likelihood of you meeting again is very low. Right?..

[livvyandcaycaytakenselfies]

Azul edit anyone??🤭

Lil Azul x Yuu idea😌😌

(Yandere Azul??)

Thought this crazy girl x Giffany edit audio fit him PERFECTLY. All of the overblot boys actually-

WHO SHOULD I DO NEXT?? LMK OH MY SEVEN-

[ravencincaide]

Precious flowers get picked first

Summary: Being in charge was not an easy feat for Chuuya  especially when his subordinates reached a new level of failure. A mission a glorified monkey would be able to accomplish. Yet here they were, humiliated in front of the entire Yokohama by a little brat. Still if you kept up with that attitude then Chuuya would just have to make the move himself. Before anyone else managed to pluck his flower from him. 

Pairing: Ability user fem!reader x Boss Chuuya!

Inspired request from anon: “Placed in a universe where Chuuya is the port mafia's boss and the reader is someone who made a mistake and caught the eye of the port mafia. Maybe they got involved with some mess and ended up being a port mafia's target?” 

Warnings: Cursing, blood, an intrigued, possessive and annoyed Chuuya

Enjoy~

“ So let me get this straight” the executives words were spoken slowly, condescendingly, as if addressed to a child or a barely competent idiot who sputtered pure gibberish “- you butchered the fuckin’ mission; got your asses kicked, pick pocketed and left naked at the bank of Yokohama river to waddle all the way to the base by a fucking brat?!” 

Chuuya’s piercing eyes studied the dozen men in his office. He ran his gaze over each and every one of them; their blank faces, fear filled eyes and a slight shift in their body language that loudly screamed ‘failure’. The disheveled appearance of the more experienced members and the fish-out-of-water expressions from the new recruits only added to the awkward atmosphere. They all looked like they would have preferred anything- even death- to the predicament of delivering such a humiliating report, in person, to their boss. To stare Chuuya in the face and admit that they not only failed in their assignment but did so in the most shameful fashion- a disgrace so spectacular that death was the least of their worries. In fact they all looked like they would have preferred the encounter with the grim reaper instead of this. 

For a second, Chuuya shared that sentiment. Frustrated sigh escaped his lips; a gloved hand reached up and pressed against the bridge of his nose between his eyes in a futile attempt to combat the oncoming headache at the realization that he had yet another mess to clean up. Why bother with subordinates if they were this fucking incompetent? Why be a boss if he spent more time in the field than ever before? 

Fucking morons. 

Chuuya’s free hand rested on his desk, a nervous finger tapped away against the mahogany wood right beside his top hat, a freshly poured and forgotten glass of wine and an unlit cigarette propped up against the ashtray. A ritual to mourn the lost. The initial plan was the lost comrades- now he had the mafia’s tarnished reputation to lament for. An incident that would make Port Mafia the laughing stock of the entire district; an invitation for other organizations to challenge them. To challenge the current world order, the long since established status-quo. 

“..A girl” 

Chuuya’s eyes instantly shifted to the youngest recruit who’s pitiful voice echoed around the office. The man ducked his head; finding the carpet-clad floor uncharacteristically interesting as he repeated himself an octave louder “ It was a girl” 

“ So you had the fucking time to check the brat out instead of roundin’ her up?”

Several men flickered their gazes between each other; the closest to a lewd grin they’d dare express in front of their boss. It was as if they took Chuuya’s question as an invitation to share their observation- perhaps if they appealed to the man rather than the boss then their punishment would decrease from certain murder to manageable- albeit torturous existence.  

“ Well she was really pretty, like a serene pretty and her voice was-—” Chuuya’s fist made contact with the table; the crack of protest from the splintered wood- like the fracture of bones- silenced the office. The red power surrounded him like an ominous warning; it dared the next person to open their fucking mouth, and  become very acquainted with gravity.  

“ A little girl beat a dozen mafia and you’re fucking raving about her appearance? Get out of my sight before you regret it” Chuuya’s voice was a dangerous hiss that came out in between deep breaths. When none of the men moved he launched an ashtrash at their heads; the heavy glass hitting the youngest subordinates in the forehead. It split the skull in half, spilled its dark red insides all over the boy's face and Chuuya’s office. Not sufficiently to kill but damned near close. 

The final warning. 

A warning no one questioned as the men shuffled out of the office; some of them lingered just long enough to gasp out an apology and a ‘thank you’ for his mercy. A sharp look made them rush out and shut the door firmly behind themselves. It left Chuuya in dead silence for once during this entire damned day. Surely no one would be stupid enough to disturb him more on this godforsaken night. 

Chuuya took several calm breaths. Regained his composure, calmed the spiraled bloodlust into a manageable humm in the back of his skull. Then he stood up from his desk and made sure to take the glass of wine with him. He took a sip of it, the sweetness of it shifted the murderous bloodlust into a different emotion-  a different type of lust. For a moment Chuuya lingered by his desk, torn between going back to the icy luxurious apartment in the city or to remain in the stuffy spare room of his office. He glanced at the paperwork; eyes lingered on the late evening newspapers that depicted his underlings humiliation. 

Then he groaned audibly. 

He would need to gather his executives first thing tomorrow. Silence the publicist- deal with anyone who dared question Port Mafia's authority. Sign new deals; shut Dazai the fuck up before the damage could spread to irreversible proportions. 

With quick steps Chuuya headed towards the door in the corner of his office partially hidden by a dark curtain. Past it was a simple room with a bed, a dresser and another door which led towards the bathroom with a shower. He walked past those and towards the tiny glass table with a lamp in the corner by the only window.  He flickered it on. The lamp flared and lit up, the strong rays chased back the darkness of the room. In doing so, it illuminated a handful of pictures on the wall. 

Your pictures.

 The ones stolen from city archives- copied from security cameras. Most were fuzzy with the exception of the largest one in the middle which he had stolen- purchased- from your old family photographer. A picture unfitting the family album- or engagement-proposal photo. It was most certainly Chuuya favorite. This was the one where you showed your true character. Large curious eyes half lidded in boredom behind long lashes, lips pulled up into a displeased frown and arms stubbornly crossed over your chest. A huge red flower in your hair, just barely held in place with hair pins. 

“ You’re losing your touch, flower” Chuuya murmured as he stared at your picture. “Such a mistake to be seen; so careless. Tsk tsk tsk” 

A twirl of his wine, its sweet aroma filled Chuuya’s senses. He took a sip of it- salvaged it in the moments it took to walk up to your picture. A gloved finger trailed out your features; from your hair, to the outline of your face, over your neck then up to the frown on your lips. He ran his thumb over them, as if to brush out the sullen look. His own lips itched up into a humorless smile.  

“ hmm  m’precious, keep showing off, keep being a such stubborn naughty girl and I might just need to fetch you myself” Chuuya’s grip tightened over the photograph, scrunched it in between his fingertips as his expression twisted into something obsessively morbid. Indeed you, alive and in front of him, would be magnificently better than a mere photograph. A precious little flower who would not escape his grasp; a pretty flower he would not let others-  let any other man-  touch ever again.

After all, Chuuya was the boss of the strongest underground organization, the leader of Port Mafia. And what kind of boss would he be if he let someone else pick his precious flower first? 

Author Note: Finally this fic is out! It took me longer than I wanted it to and I hope this piece fulfilled the anon's request (if you're still around of course! So so sorry it took me so long!).

And for the rest of my gorgeous reader I hoped it peeked your interest enough that you'd wanna read a (possible) part two ;)

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[n0rmal-cat]

raven reader is so much better than me they already treat them like shit and have the AUDACITY to feed their SCRAPS i would rather starve to death than live in those conditions

Plot line were raven reader starts an uprise with the local pray species to take the wolf pack down, when they eventually do take them down the prey seem to now idolize raven reader so much that they don’t want to leave.

Raven reader has discovered that they may have started a cult were they are a god…but this is better than being a living fishing rod so they’ll take what they can get.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Imagine at some point Reader ends up encountering an adult(Could be one of the X-Men or perhaps a villain)

Like Reader seeing this guy making metal float around and just staring like "holy shit that is so fucking cool-" and like they end up drawing a character with abilities like that, only for the principal noticing and asking them about it

Reader is very happy for this inspiration.

A man who can make metal float and melt and bend to his whims?

A lady who can shapeshift?

A guy with a cat mutation?!

They're busy drawing all kinds of new OCs, all of whom have these powers, and Reader gives them nicknames, and, when no one is around, talks to them.

They know Scott can't be around all the time, and their caretaker is busy, so it doesn't hurt to talk to their characters. Right?

...

They try to hug their sweater around them a bit tighter.

The wind is rather cold today.

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

They don't notice when someone looms behind them.

They only notice them when a voice clears behind them, followed by the glaring face of Principal Darkholme.

"O-oh! Hello, Ms. Darkholme."

"What is that?"

Reader glances at their art, then hurriedly tries to hide it under the other scattered papers. "Nothing, Principal Darkholme. Just some doodles... I'll get to class now-"

A manicured hand flicks the paper back out. Critical eyes scan the sheet, scanning each detail and flaw.

"Hm... what inspired you to draw these?"

"O-oh! Just, something that I saw! I... I thought it was neat, was all..." mumbled Reader, hoping their cheeks weren't turning too red. They didn't like others seeing their personal drawings. They didn't want them to be mocked, or torn to pieces.

"Hm... keep up the good work. I really like this one." The lady's nail taps at the shapeshifter sketched out. "Blue is my favorite color."

"Th-thank you, Miss Darkholme."

Well. Maybe this wasn't so bad.

[unhappy-last-resort]

A Sinful Escapade, featuring Yandere Roland and Yandere Chrome

General Warnings: Somnopholia, non-con, smut, some body worship

Warnings for Roland: Threats of violence (not acted upon), mentions kidnapping, use of pet names "darling" and "rabbit", fingering, marking

Warnings for Chrome: body worship, cunnilingus/analingus, come eating (Chrome), use of pet names "my dear" and "my love"

These are both written with a GN Reader

Roland would sneak into your room at night and just enjoy himself until you inevitably wake up.

He entered slowly, like a wraith stepping out of the shadows, smile on his face and licking his lips as he thought of all the things he could do now that he's here.

He eyes your things, stealing a shirt and using the Punishing to hack into your terminal, taking as much information as he could find before destroying it. After all, he doesn't want his precious human getting sick, but he's still on your enemies side. You can't really expect him to only come here to play with you and not bring something worthwhile for his master, now can you?

He watches your chest rise and fall in a peaceful rhythm for a moment, before reaching over to peel off the blankets and see what's underneath, only to frown.

Your clothes annoy him, he just wants to indulge you in as quickly as possible. It's been months since he last saw you and he's been desperate for most of them.

He made quick work of the obnoxious fabric you hid yourself with, using his cleaver to cut through some of it more easily and now, at last, he could feel himself relax a little. He took his time, studying every dip, curve, and mark you have and committing it to memory as if it was sacred.

He carefully run his fingers over your skin, his grin widening as you shift in your sleep. It's a little funny how humans tend to be so arrogant even in the face of their inevitable doom when you inhabit such, soft and plush bodies. All it would take is just a little more force, a little more strength for your blood to spill over your blankets and stain his hands.

He sighed wistfully and laid down next to you, sleeping bag rustling underneath him. He had to admit, it was surprisingly comfortable, at least it was in comparison to what he remembers them feeling like. He wonders if that's a part of your commandant privilege, or if this is the standard of sleeping bags now.

With that thought in mind, he starts to whisper random thoughts into your ear like vague anecdotes from his past, or his opinions on various constructs he's encountered and their fates, and how much he missed you.

He missed you.

He missed you so fucking much, it hurts. He knows the Ascension-Network wouldn't take kindly to a human that's not going to undergo construct surgery and the ascension, but he so badly just wants to whisk you away right now to a decently maintained building and have his Corrupted surround it to ensure that no unwanted guests come in, and you don't get out.

He sighs discontentedly and stares at your face, smile replaced with something between wistfulness and loathing. If he could just keep you somewhere for him and him alone and not worry about outside influences, it would be the most worthwhile and perfect play he could ever perform in.

Of course, there was the issue of your mortality, but he'd like to take the time and relish your human body before changing it to a metal one, and one that can't fight him.

His eyes sweep over your form one more time, imagining it wrapped in ribbons, or tied in lace just for him to come undo it all and gorge himself on you, your voice, and your human warmth.

He walks his fingers down your torso, pausing at the hips to do a little dance that's most entirely for his bemusement before sliding between your thighs, one finger slowly pushing into you.

He thrusts it in and out of you experimentally, enjoying the feeling of your gummy walls around his finger and heat that emanates from them. It crosses his mind that a curl of his finger and a flick of his wrist is all it would take to rip you open, but he's not interested in that right now.

Right now he wants to moan and cry loudly enough for all the Babylonians to hear, so he can watch you teeter out of your temporary shelter with humiliation on your face as all the other constructs whisper behind your back.

Your expression is his favorite to watch. The pained discomfort on your face when he spreads his fingers that so easily relaxes into pleasure with a few thrusts of his fingers. It's amusing how even unconscious you can't seem to decide if you want more, or if you want it to stop.

He can hear muffled voices outside and he can't help a chuckle as he nuzzles into your neck and fucks you with his fingers, relishing in all your pants and needy moans. He bites your neck, unable to stop a moan as his tongue moves your skin, making sure to leave obvious marks that you'll have difficulty hiding. He runs his free hand over your torso, occasionally digging his nails into your skin and smiling wide when you shift uncomfortably in response.

He holds you tighter, poking and pinching at you, nipping and biting whatever skin he can comfortably get to as his fingers thrust into you.

When you inevitably wake up, the first thing you see is Roland's face with his signature grin and red eye glinting as his hand moves far faster than any humans could, and too fast for you to keep up. It's all you can do to cling onto him as loud, pitiful moans leave your pretty lips.

He can barely keep himself from laughing as he hears how the conversation the strangers outside were having was so abruptly, and awkwardly cut short. He leans in to kiss you between his giggling, he knows that a part of you is aware of how noisy you are and that you'd rather stop, but you always give him the best reactions when caught off guard.

"You're being too loud, darling. You've made the people outside stop their lovely little chat." He preens, delighting in how you can't even glare at him as you throw your head back into the pillow, beginning to shake in his arms.

Roland clicks his tongue and nibbles at your ear, chuckling in how he feels you clench and flutter around him, his free hand pinching your nipple as he watches your eyes roll and you let out a scream that rings in his ear like a bell. One that he'll gladly replay in his free time.

He helps you ride through your orgasm, whispering in your ear about what a lovely performance you just gave and how he made sure to record all of it.

He looks down between your legs and pulls his fingers out of you "Awww, my little rabbit made a mess of themself." He whispers condescendingly as he smears your come over your stomach. "And so loudly too, I bet everyone at this encampment heard."

"...Fuck you." He thinks you look so cute, all angry and pouty with a light sheen of sweat on you. He has to fight the urge to lick it off you.

"Fuck me?" He grabs your face, his fingers smooshing your cheeks as he leans in, a wide, cheshire grin decorating his face. "You should've said so earlier and I'd gladly let you."

Chrome would also take his time once inside your quarters, but unlike Roland he's a bit more...shy.

He came into your room for a reason, to look at you, to listen to your body as it repairs itself, and to touch you. But despite being bold enough to enter your room without asking permission from anyone, he finds himself lingering.

Rifling through your things and reorganizing them to be more efficient, reading your diary, or breaking into your terminal and perusing and private accounts you have. When he finally can't stand it anymore, he approaches your sleeping form- silently, and first brushes the side of your face with his fingers.

You were truly perfect. Always have been, in his eyes. He wishes constantly that he could find a way to make you see what he sees, if only you knew the thoughts that ran through his mind and made him go into a daze whenever you were around.

Under the guidance of the spell you had unconsciously put on him, his hands travel lower, nails scratching your neck as they find the collar of your shirt and rip it.

Not too loudly, of course. He wouldn't want someone else interrupting.

He gasps softly as your chest and stomach are laid bare for him, his fingers trail down the center of your chest before his large hands settle on either side of your waist, memorizing what it would look like to hold you and fuck you.

His hands crawl up to your chest, pressing and squeezing them lightly. He leans forward, lips parted and ready to latch around your nipple- and he pauses, blue, desperate eyes scanning your face.

You're not awake, but he really shouldn't regardless. But, god, he couldn't stop thinking about you all day. About pulling you away in the middle of your mission and into some old building and...

He closes his eyes momentarily, body trembling slightly.

He's waited long enough.

His lips close around your nipple, sucking on it greedily as he grips your sides tightly, gloves digging into your skin as his body presses against yours, being mindful to not crush with his weight, or let his metal legs poke you uncomfortably. He doesn't want you to wake, not yet, not now. Just give him a little more time.

He swirls your nipple on his tongue, pausing to- very gently, bite it. He sucks it a little more before separating with a small, wet pop and flicking his tongue over it.

He kisses his way down your chest and stomach, pausing only to pull down your pants before continuing his journey, kissing over your hips and thigh, before gently lifting your legs and spreading them apart, kissing his way to the inside of your thigh.

He quickly rids himself of his gloves and pulls you open for him, dipping his tongue inside you as his nose buries into you. He explores you first, his tongue sweeping over what it can comfortably reach before he begins to thrust and lick you with growing fervor.

His tongue drags over the roof of your inner walls, pulling back just so he can push himself deeper inside you. His bare hands hold your hips steady as he eats you out like a man starved, every whimper, every twitch, every subtle shift of your body spurs him on. He doesn't care that there are people outside, he doesn't care that he shouldn't be doing this, and he doesn't care if you wake up sore tomorrow- Oh god, does he want to make you wake up sore tomorrow.

He hopes he'll be the first to see you when you wake, so he can watch you as you wince and complain about how uncomfortable your bed must've been as you slowly crawl out of bed. Maybe you'd even ask for his help then, a little shyness in your request.

He pushes himself as far as he can go inside of you, his tongue working insatiably as he hears you moan and pant.

He can feel by the jerky movements of your hips and desperation in your voice that you're close and it makes him groan loudly and shudder, a hot, sticky warmth dripping down the inside of his pants.

His hands grope and massage at your ass and thighs as his head bobs between your legs, determined to make you come for him and let him taste your sweetness.

The sudden tightening of your muscles and blissed out moan that leaves your lips makes him feel like he's cloud nine, he eagerly abandons his previous task in favor of lapping up every drop of you.

He's so engrossed in licking you clean that he barely registers when you sleepily call out to him, sounding so confused.

"Oh, my dear." He groans and after a few more licks raises himself to look at you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a bright red painting his cheeks and ears. "Don't worry, I'm just helping you feel better."

He leans in and peppers kisses over your forehead and cheek, smiling when you try to move your head away from him. "Just sit tight, my love, I have a few more things I want to do and I know you'll like them too."

[marcyvamp1re-blog]

Adding in to the Xavier and Erik thing, could we get a Drabble of them together? What if the reader argues with them in the middle of the night?

BIRDCAGE.

Synopsis. You couldn't have friends, you couldn't go out, you couldn't break the routines, you couldn't use your powers... So, what were you supposed to do?! Why did they have to hold you like that, as if you were a danger? Why did they keep you in that prison of rules, not letting you be who you really are? Didn't you deserve more than being under their control, living in fear of doing what you truly wanted?

pairing ── Yandere Charles Xavier x Raven!reader x Yandere! Erik Lehnsherr (Platonic Fic)

Content. MDNI ── Dark themes, violence, mention of death, teenage reader (14-15), quick mention of Quicksilver, discussion, blood, insolation, invasion of privacy, delusion, Angst, ¿OOC Xavier and Magneto? Idk, fight, Disturbing Content, Unhealthy Obsession, Gaslight, Mental Illness, mind invasion, inappropriate use of powers, mention of Trigon, Corruption, Isolation, Paranoia, Manipulation.

A/N ── English is not my first language—Spanish — I'm not sure if this counts as a drabble, but it's pretty short. I hope this is something like what you were expecting. It took me a while to finish because I was in Paris, hehe.

You walked quickly and silently, the sound of your footsteps barely interrupted by the night wind that caressed your face. The Arcade, with its flickering lights and distant laughter, was already behind you, but the feeling of the evening lingered like an echo, a scrap of joy that you couldn't let go. Quicksilver, or Pietro, your friend, the only one they had allowed you to have, had been by your side the entire time, a constant presence amid the bright lights and deep shadows of the amusement park. It had been an out-of-place evening, one you had never imagined enjoying.

The watch on your wrist, already turned off for hours, displayed a time that didn't match reality. The wind had begun to cool, and the streetlights, those that had always accompanied you on your lonely nights, seemed an unnecessary reminder that something had been lost. You had forgotten the time. You had forgotten that at this hour, your guardians, those you could never call parents, were waiting at home, in that stillness that so often suffocated you. The bedtime story, that ritual of which you never felt a part, should have already faded in their voices. But no. Anxiety remained, the hurried pace evident in every gesture they made to calm you down. There was no time left. And you knew it.

"I must go back," you thought, and for a moment, you wished the sky would open up, that time could stop.

Upon arriving home, you slid the door open with the same caution that had accompanied you for the past few years, as if every noise, every misstep, could awaken the accumulated fury on the faces of those you considered your guardians and active parental figures. The house was silent, a heavy silence that foreshadowed something bad. The living room, once a refuge of calm, now seemed a trap of unresolved tensions.

As you passed in front of the open door of the living room, you saw them. Erik, in the center of the room, was tense, as if every muscle in his body was on the brink of exploding. His face, so familiar for its hardness, was marked by a fierce expression, a repressed rage that needed no words to be understood. You felt a knot in your stomach. It was the anger he usually reserved for those who dared to challenge him. "Where have you been?" his voice came out raspy, laden with frustration but retaining the authority that characterized him.

Beside him, Charles Xavier, the other pillar of your life, was leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the floor as if avoiding facing you. Disappointment emanated from his presence like an invisible weight, much heavier than Erik's fury. "Little one..." he said softly, but that softness only made his reproach feel deeper, like an abyss. "Do you know what time it is?"

You didn't respond immediately. Guilt flooded you, but you hurried to keep your facade intact, the same control you always tried to impose on your surroundings. It was too late for explanations. Only the weight of your decisions remained, the glow of the Arcade lights still in your eyes, and the feeling that, for once, the night you had unexpectedly enjoyed was crumbling in its safest place.

The tension in the room grew, palpable like a dense fog. You took a deep breath, your eyes fixed on Erik, who had already begun to pace back and forth, his fury hard to contain. "I'm not a child, and you have no right to treat me as such!" you exclaimed, your voice louder than you intended, but the rage contained the words. "I want freedom! I want to decide what I do with my life! I don't need you to protect me all the time!"

Erik shot you a piercing look, the magnetism around him vibrating strongly. "You are still a child. And until you can understand the gravity of your decisions, I will treat you as such. And that includes not seeing Pietro," he said, his tone sharp and final. "If you dare to see him again, I will ensure you never set foot outside this house again and that he loses what he so enjoys boasting about."

You felt a chill run down your spine, but the fury did not leave you. "You are not my father! No one has the right to decide for me!"

Charles Xavier, until that moment silent, let out a sigh of disappointment. "It's for your own good, little girl," he said, the softness of his voice only aggravating the feeling of helplessness. "You will not leave this house until further notice. You need time to reflect on your bad actions and learn to control your temper towards your parents." His words, filled with a paternal but distant love, caused a deep pain in you.

You couldn't take it anymore. Rage overwhelmed you, and your powers manifested uncontrollably. Shadows began to crawl from the corners of the room, rising like dark tendrils towards the walls. "You will not confine me! You will not control me!" you shouted, the shadows wrapping around your hands as you manipulated them in an attempt to express your frustration.

Erik did not hesitate, extending his arm and manipulating the nearby metal, ready to stop you. Charles, however, only looked at you with sadness, knowing that this confrontation was just the beginning of a larger battle between them.

The room was engulfed in chaos, the shadows swirling around you like furious serpents, as your powers spiraled out of control. Erik, tense and ready to act, watched cautiously, but it was Charles who acted, with a grave, almost sad expression. He didn't want to do it, but he knew there was no other option.

"Little Raven," he said calmly, his voice overflowing with unyielding authority. "You must understand that we are not trying to control you, only to protect you. You know what happens when you let those emotions take control."

You looked at him with eyes filled with rage, your breathing heavy. You didn't want to listen, you didn't want to yield. And yet, Charles' presence in your mind began to grow, like a dense fog surrounding you.

"Don't you dare invade my mind!" you screamed, but it was too late. His eyes briefly shone with a purple flash, and in that instant, Charles took advantage of his ability to penetrate your consciousness.

Images of your progenitor overwhelmed you, rapid and overwhelming. Your father, the ancient demon, his grotesque face and infernal eyes filled your mind with palpable horror. The screams, the voices of pain, the images of destruction and chaos took over your thoughts. The fear you had always kept in check overflowed like a torrent. The abyss he represented seemed so close, so real, that you felt an unbearable pressure in your chest.

"Stop!" you screamed in horror, your knees buckling as you fell to the floor, struggling to free yourself from the images that tormented you. "I don't want to see it! I don't want to feel it!"

Charles, with his mind still anchored in yours, maintained the contact, his tone now softer but firm. "What he can do, what he has done to you, is part of what you must control. We are here to help you not become like him. And we will not allow anyone to interfere."

The shadows in the room slowly dissipated, but the echo of the visions continued to resonate in your mind. Your eyes, now glassy, reflected the internal struggle you could not win.

Erik approached, watching his adopted daughter with a mix of concern and disgust. "We did it for your own good, child. So you understand what is at stake."

But Erik's words barely penetrated your pain-clouded mind. You couldn't stop seeing Trigon's eyes, that gaze so filled with power and destruction.

You fell to the ground, your legs giving way under the weight of the visions still flooding your mind. The air around you seemed to thicken, and the pressure in your chest left you breathless. Your pale face reflected the terror you had just experienced, with eyes wide open and empty, unable to process what you had just seen.

It was Erik who, in a swift and firm motion, lifted you into his arms, the physical contact of his imposing figure and the magnetic energy of his presence sending a strange vibration through your young body. The weight of his gaze left no room for doubt: he was in control.

"Calm down, daughter," Erik murmured in a grave voice, a whisper that contrasted with his usual demeanor. But there was something unsettling in his tone, a softness that sounded like a veiled threat. "We love you, little Raven. We always have."

Charles Xavier's voice joined the scene, his tone soft and controlled, but his words filled with a weight he could not disguise. "It's time to sleep, little one. It's time for the bedtime story... It's what you need, what we have always done for you."

Erik carried you to the living room, where the low lights and tranquil atmosphere offered a false sense of peace. The two men settled you on the couch, and as Charles approached you, the shadow of his telepathic power floated over the room like an invisible fog.

"Sleep now, dear. The story is about to begin," Charles whispered as Erik sat beside you, his hand resting on your shoulder with a firmness you could not reject. They both watched you with such immense attention, so intensely protective, that you couldn't help but feel trapped in an invisible web, with no way out.

The light flickered slightly, as if the place itself shared a collective fear, and although calm seemed to envelop you, you couldn't stop thinking about the echoes of your own fear. In what had been done to make you forget.