#Yandere scarab

[frogspond200]

I love the scarab from Fionna and 🍰 I feel like there’s no posts about them .

Can we please have a yandere scarab oneshot please 🙏

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Requested by: Anon

Ask: I love the scarab from Fionna and 🍰 I feel like there’s no posts about them. Can we please have a yandere scarab oneshot please 🙏

Warning: General Yandere Behavior

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From the moment the scarab sets eyes on the you, it becomes consumed by an overwhelming obsession. It sees you as the perfect one, the one who will complete its life. The scarab's innocent and playful demeanor begins to fade away as it becomes consumed with jealousy and possessiveness.

Initially, you are oblivious to the scarab's feelings. You view it as a charming and harmless companion, unaware of its hidden depths. As the scarab's obsession intensifies, you begin to realize that something is off. You begin to resist the scarab's advances, but your resistance proves to be futile.

Scarab's relentless pursuit of you begins to take a toll on your mental and emotional well-being. Scarab becomes clingy and possessive, constantly seeking your attention and approval. Your, feeling overwhelmed and suffocated by scarab's demands, you try to pull away, but to no avail.

scarab's jealousy becomes evident as it exhibits signs of insecurity whenever you show interest in other people or activities. He tries to sabotage your relationships, creating tension and conflict.

Despite your best efforts to resist scarab's advances, you find yourself be falling under its curse. scarab's manipulation and charm make it difficult you to see beyond the surface. You become trapped in a cycle of codependency, unable to break free from the grip of scarab's obsession.

Scarab's obsession becomes all-consuming, leaving you feeling isolated and trapped. You long for freedom and independence, but fear the consequences of breaking free from scarab's grip. scarab's possessiveness becomes a source of anxiety and fear, as you questions their own sanity and self-worth.

Ultimately, your resistance is futile in the face of scarab's obsession. You are forced to confront the reality of the situation…

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

I did things just a bit different in order to keep the flow in my brain going, but hopefully you like it still!

God damn this took forever-

❣️It should be noted I write Scarab with a nonhuman dick❣️

❣️reader is also vaguely mentioned to have a decent sized chest at one point, but it can also be interpreted that you’re just wearing a tight fitting top❣️

❣️Scarab demands to “properly” court reader when they’re done as a stipulation❣️

❣️reader gets a lil mean but is generally a soft dom and she’s only mean because Scarab gets a bit bratty❣️

Being a friend of Fiona’s, of course you were concerned when she and Cake went missing, only to return a few days later after you, Gary, and Marshall Lee had scoured the city looking for her, raving about how your universe was bound to turn magical any second and how you all lived in some dude named Simons head.

….did her overalls just talk?????

After Fiona and Cake try explaining things more thoroughly to you three to clear up confusion, (it didn’t help much), they had both run off to try and find a portal, leaving you, Gary, and Marshall to talk amongst yourselves.

….at least you would have, had it not been for the commotion emanating from where they had run off too.

Arriving at the scene, you just barely managed to catch the oversized, red, alien looking bug that had been launched at you through the air by a poorly aimed kick from Cake.

Immediately, the creature began to try and bite you, struggling in your grasp to break free with its large yellow eyes unfocused and wild.

looking it over curiously, you noticed the large crystal that had embedded itself in the creatures exoskeleton. It looked painful, to say the least.

Gently cooing at it, you cradled the agitated bug to your chest.

“Poor thing, no wonder you’re so worked up! That must be so uncomfortable…”

Something about you speaking to it caused the creature to calm down slightly, staring up at you and blinking owlishly as it began to focus on your face, stilling enough for you to pry the crystal from its back.

“There you go, that’s it… good beetle…”

You could have sworn you saw a red coloration coat just under its eyes at your soothing praise, a small purr rumbling from it and causing small vibrations to shake its body.

After tossing the crystal to Fiona, you wrapped both arms around your new “companion” and hummed thoughtfully, taking note that it was still staring up at your face.

“You know, you’re quite cute when you’re not so fussy.”

more dark red spread across its cheeks to the point you knew you weren’t imagining anything, now avoiding your gaze by closing its eyes.

Gently stroking its abdomen seemed to make the purring increase, and it almost seemed like the creature was unaware of its actions, feeling the spikes on its joints dig themselves into your clothes so that you couldn’t pry it off.

“Ah, that thing seems quite attached to you, (y/n)…”

*gasp* “(y/n), quick, put him down! That’s Scarab and he’s dangerous! Give him to cake to contain him for now!”

”Scarab, huh?”

At you saying his name, the mini Scarab nodded and pressed his face against you.

“Are you sure he’s dangerous, Fiona? Look at how cute he’s being!”

“(Y/N)!!!”

“ugh, fffiiinnnneeee…”

When you try to gently pull the mini Scarab off of you, it starts to squirm to try to keep its sharp appendages stuck to your clothes.

seeing as though you weren’t going to give up trying to get him off of you, Scarab licked your neck to catch you off guard and quickly crawled under your shirt to rest against your chest when your grip loosened in shock.

looking down at the yellow eyes that slowly closed as he rested against your chest, you sighed.

“Dude, there’s not enough room for you in there. Every time I take a breath, the combination of you and my boobs makes me worry my top will break.”

When you tried to reach for him to take him out from your shirt, the mini Scarab glared at you so fiercely you gave up.

“okay, okay, fine- you can stay there, but my friends are going to take you sooner or later.”

All that comment got in response was a low purr and the closing of eyes as you rewrapped your arms around him.

After making your way back to Fiona’s apartment once the other Scarabs had been rounded up, you tried to carefully remove the sleeping Scarab from your being, only for it to awake and start babbling indecipherable things as it clung to you tighter.

“Uh, guys? A little help here?”

Despite all the efforts of your friends, Scarab held onto you stubbornly, sharp cries of “No!” emanating from his mouth.

“Fiona, are you sure he’s dangerous? All he seems to be doing is clinging to (y/n)…”

“Marshall, he literally tried to kill me and Cake! But…. Maybe it would be a good idea for her to keep holding him. We’d be able to better prevent him from fully forming that way.”

At Fiona’s words, Scarab looked up at you and let out another purr, nuzzling into your hands.

“For a cosmic god auditor, you sure are a clingy little thing…”

Glaring up at you before hiding his face in your chest, Scarab felt you walk around the room and release one of your arms from around him to open Fiona’s fridge.

Taking out a pumpkin bar, you took a few bites before noticing Scarabs gaze fixated on your lips. Not saying anything, you broke a piece of the bar off and placed it in his mouth, watching as he gave a purr and mindlessly began chewing, still hyper focused on your mouth.

Back and forth you two went, you carefully feeding Scarab while he stared at your face with such intensity that you almost wondered if he was even aware he was eating.

By the time you two had finished eating, you just barely registered the deafening silence that had taken over the room. Strange, considering the other mini Scarabs had never shut up about calling your friends “abominations” and other various insults.

turning, you saw that all the other scarabs were also staring at you, seemingly in a trance.

when your gaze would land on any of them, they would whimper pathetically and try to paw out of their enclosures, the ones in glass jars only being stopped by your friends firmly gripping the containers.

unlike with LSP, they weren’t doing this to manipulate you into freeing them. They had seen how gentle you were with their other counterpart, and they wanted that softness all to themselves.

“Well, they all seem to like (y/n)…”

“Yeah…”

You were startled out of your thoughts when you felt something wet and slimy moving over the expanse of your neck before something started sucking on your skin, like a muscular straw.

Looking down, became shocked and appalled to see that scarab was seemingly using his tongue to suck small marks onto your skin, essentially non traditionally formed hickeys.

“Hey! Stop, you’re going to leave a mark!”

Once again, the red bugs only response was another low purr and an increased fervor for marking your skin.

With a sigh, you simple rolled your eyes and walked back over to your friends with an annoyed look on your face.

“Kiss each oth-”

“Stop that train of thought right there.”

Eventually you all made your way outside, the mini scarab still held tightly in your arms, before a loud explosion turned all of your attentions to Fiona’s apartment complex, now with a gaping hole in the side.

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Smoke poured from the side of the once pristine complex, a much larger version of the mini Scarab in your arms standing in the ruins with its eyes scanning the surrounding areas before locking on you. Before any of you had the chance to react, the large creature leapt down to the ground and skittered over, barreling into you and knocking you to the ground. It’s large eyes gazed at you and the smile on its face revealed several razor sharp teeth before it shoved its head beneath your shirt to merge with its other mini counterpart, a white glow overtaking its body before the fully formed Scarab appeared and pulled his head from your shirt to glare at your friends.

“Crossovers…”

“Oh, Crud.” “Oh no, he’s hot-”

All you could do was stare up at him in fear as Scarab suddenly turned his gaze down to you, still half laying on top of you as the eyes of his mask narrowed. Everyone held there breath for a few seconds before Scarab murmured in a quiet voice;

“Not you… stay out of this.”

Before anyone could react, Scarab snatched you up and skittered to the top of the now ruined apartment, wrapping you up tightly before going to fight your friends and destroy the universe as you tried to escape your bonds.

You weren’t sure how long had passed, but through tons of spite fueled cursing and you wriggling around, you had eventually managed to escape the apartment and track down Scarab, creeping up to him as he blasted another building out of existence. Thinking quick, you jumped on his back, doing your best to wrangle the crystal out of his hands.

“Wha- you! What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Stopping you from destroying my world! Seriously, what’s your deal?!”

Through some squirming and manhandling on both of your parts, you manage to get Scarab on his back as you keep him pinned by straddling his waist. You’re certain he could throw you off if he truly wanted to, and yet he doesn’t.

“Now you listen here. This is my world, my entire existence! And you think it’s alright for you to come here and start destroying everything I love? You think it’s okay to just tie me up and let me sit by as you decimate the lives of millions of people? Well it’s not.”

You jab a finger into where his tie lays, paying no mind to the way Scarab trembles and shudders beneath you. You assume it’s from rage or shock at the audacity you had of standing up to a god auditor. After a few seconds, he looks away, unable to meet your gaze. You’re about to make a retort, something along the lines of “What? Can’t even look at me now?” When you feel something slick prodding at your underwear beneath your skirt.

“What…?”

Looking down at where your hips trapped his and moving back slightly, you saw that a slit had opened up in Scarabs suit, and a thick pink muscle was slowly coming out, twitching and oozing a white liquid. As if that was not strange enough, the thing began to move on its own and almost tie itself up in a knot, like it was its own sentient being. You look up at Scarab in shock, your lips slightly agape as surprise coats your expression. He still wouldn’t look at you, a thick blush coating his cheeks.

“Scarab, are you…?”

“…yes… don’t look at me.”

“I would’ve expected you to deny it, honestly.”

“It would be pointless, seeing as it’s so obvious. Besides… it would be improper to lie a young woman. Stop staring.”

It was incredible, seeing the behemoth of a being reduced to nothing but flushed cheeks and shy whimpers beneath you. You don’t even think he realized it, but he had moved his hands to your hips and was nervously rubbing circles into your sides, marveling at the feeling of how squishy and soft you were against his exoskeleton. As you sat there, partly out of shock and embarrassment and also partly to figure out what your next steps should be, you could feel small movements coming from Scarabs hips. Looking down, you could see that the movements were aborted thrusts and that his dick was now flushed a painful looking shade of red, with what you assumed to be precum leaking rapidly from the tip and pooling on his tummy. An idea started forming in your head.

“You know…”

Your hands began to languidly explore the expanse of Scarabs exoskeleton, feeling him shudder and bite back a whimper low in his throat.

“I would be willing to help you out with this, if you follow my requests.”

You watched as his eye sockets narrowed, obviously not wanting to comply, but also very desperate and needing you.

“What… what are your requests?”

“One, you have to let me see you. That means no hiding behind your faceplates. Two, you have to buy my world some time, at least give my friends a chance to try and save ourselves. Do we have a deal?”

Scarabs disbelief was tangible, the shock that you struck such a hard bargain shaking him to his core.

“Buy your world time? You can’t just-!”

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

It was silent for a few seconds and you feared he may reject your offer and go back to destroying your world, weird tentacle boner and all. Luckily your fears were washed away as his faceplates slid back, allowing you to see the flustered yellow eyes staring up at you.

“I accept your terms. But I have a request of my own to make. When we are done, you must agree to let me court you properly.”

“Do you really want to dance that dance?”

“I do. Even when this world is destroyed, you must agree to come with me and let me be your partner.”

“What a gentleman. I also accept those terms, but my world will not be destroyed. We’ll find a way.”

“We shall see.”

With that, you moved yourself to rest against Scarabs dick, grinding against the appendage and feeling the inhuman ridges bump against your clit through your underwear. Not having expected the pleasurable contact, Scarab startled and gave a little whine, bucking his hips without meaning to as his eyes became half-lidded. You couldn’t help but give him a little smirk.

“Sensitive, huh? Tell me, have you ever had anyone touch you before?”

The look Scarab gave you was a mix of a glare and a plea, and from that alone you could take a gander and be certain in yourself you knew the answer. Shaking his head no, Scarab wrapped his arms around you, wanting you close. He could feel your slickness through your underwear, mixing with his own steady stream of precum.

“Aww, how cute~”

“Please-mmm~…”

At his begging, you could feel the heat in your lower belly start to pool, urging you to just go ahead and fuck him already. He hadn’t even truly felt your pussy and he was already a moaning, keening mess beneath your hips. Leaning down, you began to suck and kiss along his neck, paying no mind to the strange texture.

“Mm, ah! Please, I-I wanna be inside!”

“Shhh, it’s okay… I’ll put you in. If it ever gets to be too much, just tell me to stop, okay?”

Giving you an eager nod, Scarabs eyes were practically rolling in his sockets as his dick gave an eager twitch. As soon as you had lifted your hips even slightly, it was squirming beneath your underwear and into your pussy, stretching you out on the thick appendage as you let out a satisfied hiss from between your teeth. Scarab on the other hand couldn’t help the high pitched moan that escaped from his vocal chords, sounding more like a desperate cry than anything else. Letting out a breathless giggle, you check in on Scarab, trying to focus through the feeling of his cock wriggling inside of you.

“How do you feel, Scara?”

All you could hear on his end were breathless moans, grappling with the feeling of you surrounding him as he struggled to form coherent thoughts.

“Feeling a little overwhelmed?”

"Maybe… but… it feels so good… I can't even explain it… I'm-I'm-hngh…”

The only thing on his mind is how good you feel and he just wants you to keep going, how he wants you to use him like a toy and let him fill you to the brim with his cum. Taking the hint, you began to roll your hips in a steady motion as you lazily played with your clit, a smug grin on your lips.

“Good boy, Scarab~ Taking everything so well and making me feel so good~”

“D-Don’t-haah-! Don’t patronize me… mmm-!”

“Please, you love it. Wanna know how I know?~ It’s because your dick writhes every time I even remotely praise you.”

Now that pulled a keen from his throat, despite him looking like he would rather swallow glass than admit it. Feeling the pleasure start to pool in your tummy, you decide to really start toying with him.

“Look at you, needing a human like me to tell you what a good boy you are in order to get off~ How does it feel to rely on an “abomination” for the praise you oh so desperately need, Scara?~”

“I-I don’t-mmm! I don’t need your praise! Aah!”

“Really? Then what if I told you that you weren’t being good? What if I told you how pathetic you were and that you were nothing more to me than a quick fuck to save my world?”

Those comments were enough to bring tears to Scarabs eyes, and he barely managed to speak through the cacophony of his own sniffles and moans.

“N-no, don’t like that-!”

“That’s what I thought. So just accept that you’re my good boy and I’ll praise you as much as you want, ‘kay, good boy?”

Nodding his head, Scarab began to frantically buck his hips as he felt the coil in his lower stomach begin to tighten rapidly from you calling him a good boy.

“You’re all mine, lovely~ Taking everything so perfect~”

Scarab looks at you and now he seems to be getting a bit emotional again. You are saying such good things to him and it makes him feel so incredibly good and special.

"I'm proud to be yours… I'm-I'm lucky. And… and it feels so good to… to hear you praise me!”

Smirking, you throw your head back as you let out a small moan, him finally giving in and admitting defeat made this all so much sweeter than you could have ever imagined as you continued the rapid pace of your hips, a ring of creamy white coating the base of Scarab’s dick from the inhuman amount of precum he was leaking combined with your slick.

“mmm~ Gonna cum for me, lovey? Gonna fill me up like the good boy you are?~”

That seemed to do it, a wanton cry erupting from the depths of Scarab’s being as he came with an almost frightening amount of force, filling up every bit of space your pussy could possibly have and dripping out of you to collect in the space between your bodies. Tensing your thighs and leaning down, you bit harshly into the dip between his neck and shoulder, feeling your own high crash over you and waves of bliss rocked your body and you thoroughly milked Scarab’s cock.

With a shuddering sigh, you slowly lifted yourself off of Scarab’s hips, slipping him out of you with a wet squelch and moving your underwear back into place as you settled beside him.

“You alright? You seem a little out of it…”

“I… I am fine, I simply need a minute.”

Thinking for a second, you looked down at him and cupped his face from where he lay panting, gently brushing his skin with your fingers.

“If you can get us into one of the empty buildings, we can take a bath and get cleaned up. I imagine you don’t want to go around attempting to destroy my world covered in cum.”

Your words pulled just a hint of a smile to his mouth, yellow eyes peering up at you like you were the most perfect thing in existence. You couldn’t help but think to yourself that you were absolutely going to fuck him more often if this is what he was like post-orgasm.

“You… you’re going to clean me up? Really?”

“Of course! What kind of partner would I be otherwise?”

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a/n: Howdy, my loves! I realize this took a long time to get out, and I apologize for the radio silence, but I hope this is satisfactory for my fellow Fiona and Cake fans!

Drink water and take care of yourselves or I’m going to be under your bed tonight :)

byyyyyeeeeee!

[erenxfrieda]

kind of headcannons about yanderes, so basic warnings about kidnapping, manipulation, unhealthy dynamics, obsession, overprotective behavior.

I kind of lied about Fern being the best yandere of AT, IMO Betty would be the best choice, girl freaking holds her man like her wifey, punches weird magical creatures she saw for the first time and she doesn't give a F about some big ass red boss baby , ALL FOR A MAN!!!

as for yandere potential, I would have ranked them like this. ↓

Betty/Golbetty is a really dedicated, ruthless and determined person when it comes to saving and protecting people she loves, even as a regular human she does really scary stuff against some powerful beings, all for beloved! I also really like Magicwoman Betty, I like insane yanderes losing their mind over how to save s/o , especially if they were really sweet and caring before all the crazy stuff happened.

Lich is kind of underrated tho, his voice actor really serves, a good villain which would give me god-like yandere villain/human beloved vibes which would be like a pet for Lich. The power difference is tasty, not to mention the size difference. Would wish to extinct all the life in the universe only for you to be all alone with him :P

Simon is not like Betty, even though he totally would do the same as her, sacrifice everything he has only for his s/o, without them he is nothing and pathetic to watch. but I see him as some kind of father figure with fucked up mind. Hates himself for it, thinks he's too old for you, you totally deserve better than someone like him, but not like he is against the idea of you being around him.

Scarab, The Star somehow like Lich, if you are human or just weaker than them, they would treat you as some sort of pet too. Maybe Scarab would taunt you more, calling you pathetic, ugly and disgusting, at the same time he would be the one who bathes you all the time. He thinks he is superior, but actually freak deep inside. But I would give bonus points for the reverse dynamic, s/o who treats Scarab as a bug he is, not caring about him begging for a job as a wishmaster. step on him, squish him like a bug, but he would run to you for more.

Ooo Finn is himbo, funny guy, actually average yandere, but Jake's death really changes his view on life. It's canon that he waits for the day he dies just to see his brother again. I think he would be a really overprotective one, always on your side whenever you go, helping you with whatever you have to do even if it's something simple. I love the idea of the good loyal hero being a little too protective towards their s/o. Most of the time Finn actually can't understand what he is doing wrong, so if you tell them about it, he would laugh it off.

FW Finn is such a cherry. I would pick Ice Finn and adult FW Finn for this. Ice Finn is scary, before he goes crazy, he is a polite and cute young man, but like other crown users, he has a really deep sense of love for the one he loves enough to put that cursed thing on his head just to save them. I see him more like a creepy guy, not like Ice King tho, Ice Finn would be kind of scarier since all those buildings made of frozen people would scare off everyone. He would be a clingy guy seeking human warmth since his body temperature is too low, but don't run away from him or you will add to his frozen collection.

Adult FW Finn are much cooler in both senses, like Ooo Finn he is overprotective, might be even more since Destiny Gang is always around and he can't let his s/o to be killed by them, he already had to lose his wife, so you would be guarded 24/7. Canonically, Finn would totally hear you once you try to leave him, so don't try it. He won't hurt you, but you would lose your privilege to walk.

Minerva just like her son is the one who wants to help people all the time. Even though they don't really want her help. It will be short here, but like I said about Finn before, she is an overprotective one, and her being everywhere literally would make your life a living nightmare since it would be hard as hell to leave her.

I already made headcannons about Fern, so will be short here too. Fern>Finn in yandere behavior, Fern is violent due to grass demon influence, he has low self-esteem, he doesn't think he deserves you since Finn would be much better at protecting you from harm. But his mind is constantly changing, so in the moment of trying to prove himself, he will kidnap or kill whoever stays on his way to get you, not to mention that if you are the person who's in good relationships with Finn, he would not hesitate to take care of Finn and take his place.

Winter King is a weirdo who has too much power. He is affectionate and could mess with the brains of everyone with his charm. Look at him, such a nice and powerful King! How could you not love him, dude?? Money, knowledge, power, love, all he has and he will give it to you. Well, if you are smart enough to see him playing, his mood will turn into a more angry one, showing some traits of the Ice King. So yeah, same old kidnapping Ice King stuff...

For PB&Candy Queen it's obvious, just like Ice Kings, she is a crazy girl, the definition of yandere, but her blender thingie is actually impressive. I don't think she will be all lovey dovey with her s/o, like she could play her songs for you, keeping you trapped, but one day you will be mixed with her together. PB from the vampire world is kind of like a much cooler version of OG PB, I like her character design and how she is portrayed, I just like strong women who would dominate you, that's all.

Can't say much about Hunter, Fionna, PB, Marceline or Phoebe for now. They're kind of chill and too cute, I can't see them doing crazy stuff (for now). For Huntress Wizard, my love, I see her cool and chill too, but this girl would give you some wild presents like when she gave Finn an animal's heart 😭 well, she is a lonely wolf type, kind of don't know what couples are supposed to do and would try to express herself in her own style which would weird you out a little but she still tries!

Peppermint Butler is kind of underrated too, he's a freaking funny guy, no one would actually believe you if you say that this candy guy would do some creepy shit. I mean look at him! Kind of like more the idea where his s/o is some really powerful entity like Death or Vampire King, he would daydream about you, giggling and kicking his feet making weird fanfics about you in his journal~~~

For Uncle Gambald and Patience, I would say they're pretty strong and violent. Don't disobey those two unless you want to die or something, are you stupid?? Patience at least would try to appear like she's actually trying to be good, she wants to know you more and teach some stuff, or tell stories about the past, just don't ignore her. Uncle Gambald is a creep, stay away from him!! He's gonna make you dumb candy citizen too!!

I actually love Prismo so much, but as for yandere he would be really tied up to his work. I mean, he can't do anything with you when you are outside his time room. He is helpless. He can't touch you or feel you like others would, he can't be around you 24/7 like them, he can't give you what most people need from their partners and it is really sad. Of course, he can make you appear in his time room whenever he wants, he can make everything you wish for, hoping that maybe you will stay with him a little longer. I don't think he would appear angry or annoyed by you, he's too sweet and caring. If you want to leave just go, but he would feel like shit without you around, his work is boring as hell, people who came for making a wish are annoying him, his time room is full of garbage. But Prismo's attention focused totally on videos of you from different universes, the only thing keeping him entertained.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 II

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: This one is more of an introduction, if anything.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

TW // Attempted Kidnapping? Violence?

“Your name is Scarab?” I managed to pronounce the Thousand sons name, his little blue, and gold helmet nodded at me. “And you are Atheloca?” I pointed to the little Death Guard, getting a nod too.

“Don’t forget your other two that have been assigned to you.” The physician sounded bored, writing something on his clipboard.

“I don’t think I could Dr. Ryker. They are the most troublesome out of all of them.” I said, turning my gaze to the other two. The little Night lord squeaking out in demand.

“Yes, I know your name Saveth.” I responded to the Night Lord. “And yours too, Sarvak.” Tilting my head to the World Eater, a quiet rumble coming out of him.

“Alright, you are set to go.” Dr. Ryker sighed, clicking his pen. “I hope you do not find any more small Astartes out there, but otherwise keep them safe. Who knows what would happen to them.”

“Understood Doctor.” I sighed, understanding the last part of his words well, remembering the day of an attempted kidnapping.

It wasn’t even a week I had them before someone tried to kidnap the little Astartes. The little warband squeaking at me in a frenzy, their litte forms waving up at me. Urging me to come back.

I only left the room for a second, wanting a little snack, but came right back by their demands to see one of Sharon’s boyfriends (or her one night stands) was trying to forcefully pick up Saveth. Who in turn, looked like he was fighting for his life. Slashing at the man’s bare hands with his talon-like gauntlets, making him bleed.

The man, out of anger. Backhanded the little Night lord away, a tiny thunk going off as he hit the wall, then the floor.

Worry crushed my heart while I rushed in, brushing past the man; who didn’t even look remotely sorry for what he had done and picked up the potentially injured Night Lord from the floor. Sharon coming into the room at the noise, and yelling at her one night stand for being “so cruel.”

Carefully moving the recovering Night Lord into a different room. I covered him with my other hand, providing a small protection around him while he used it to right himself. A tiny hiss coming out of him while I carefully looked him over.

No missing limbs. No weirdly shaped, or bent arms. No bleeding.

Saveth cooed softly at me while I searched him. Yet I ignored his attempts to soothe me. Observing him of any injuries that hit could have given him. My chest getting tighter.

I knew I shouldn't have left them with Sharon’s one night stands. They always brought off a bad vibe. Was I stupid to even think they wouldn’t do anything? Was I even a good caretaker to these little Astartes?

A cold weight on my cheek snapped me out of my racing thoughts. A tiny purring emitting from the little Night Lord. Then another, and another. Each one having their own tone, pitch, and vibration.

I don’t remember feeling the rest of the warband climbing up my clothes to join in with the… purring session, but it soothed me down more than I’d like to admit at that moment.

“As regular, come back so we can check up on them and run some tests.” Dr. Ryker reminded me. Taking me out of my daze. “And hopefully, in no time. They will be back to their regular size.”

“I’m sure they’ll love that.” I stated, putting my hand down on the counter for the mini warband to climb on. Feeling the little pin pricks digging into the fabric of my shirt while they made their way up to my collarbone. Taking their spots they personally made there.

The doctor hummed. “Also, try not to get too attached. They might not want to be with you once they grow back to their original sizes.” A certain dread dropped in my stomach.

“Grow back? So you have something in the works for them?” I asked, focusing on the Astartes health more. Ignoring the tiny sting on my neck.

“Yes, we have something in mind, but it isn’t ready yet.” He confirmed before leaving the room, mumbling something underneath his breath as he shut the door. Leaving us in an empty room once again.

“Well, at least you know you are not ultimately stuck as a small gremlin.” I spoke out loud, earning a couple of nicks, and conflicting squeaks from some of the Astartes. “Ow! I’m not retracting my statement!”

I jumped at another nick. “It’s true! You are small.”

“Ow! You know what? Come here you little-” My hand quickly went up to my neck, snatching the little Astartes who caused the most pricks. A squeak came out of him as I held him firmly in my hand. “You’re grounded.”

Saveth, the little Night Lord could only squeak back at me, and chirp to the warband to help him out to no avail. He was stuck with his consequences.

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 III

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

[mengy007]

I present to you

My yandere Prismo AU.

Tumblr may have killed the quality.

And my art is shitty.

This is what happens when you listen to Bust Your Kneecaps, Unhealthy Obsession, and I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend while drawing Prohibitedwish

[rainydayz-nstuff]

Thoughts on yandere scarab?

and thank you so much for the scarab content, it’s painful to see the lack of stuff he has

Im excited to go more in depth with this concept.

Okay so he’s like a powerful guy. Not only strength wise, but he holds a powerful position with traveling through multiple worlds.

So even if you tried to run and hide, he would find you. He has this weird tracker that you can’t get rid of and he’ll know instantly where you are.

As punishment, or a threat, he’ll trap you in cubes for a long time. He won’t let you out until you plead and primos to be good for him.

Would kill and die for you. But he can’t really die, so he’ll just kill.

Don’t mention Prismo around him. It not only makes him jealous, but he is kind of annoyed by him and his ways.

Will reward you with hugs and head kisses if you behave.

I honestly don’t know what else to write because this guy is a basic yandere, yet he’s super op.

Sorry this took awhile! I’ve been busy with stuff. Also, it’s my birthday!!!

[angelsworks]

A Scarab Knows Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle) x reader

Summary: Times when the scarab on your boyfriends back caught you in a lie.

Warnings: Smut, angst, insecure!reader, talks of period, 18+

Moodboard credit goes to @your-yandere-kiss They’ve got so many other great moodboards. I’d definitely recommend you check them out if you like that sort of thing.

DC Masterlist

It took a while to get used to the scarab. Khaji Da was not what you were expecting Jaime to reveal after a couple of months of dating. Your boyfriend was so nervous as he explained the ancient alien that held the power of the blue beetle that had bonded to his back. At first you had no response. Then you wanted to see it to which Jaime happily obliged.

Your eyes found the shiny blue shell of the beetle in line with Jamie’s shoulder blades. Call it morbid curiosity that lead you to reaching out and gently tracing part of the scarab. When red eyes opened and glowed along the scarabs elytra in response you jumped back in surprise. The action causing Jaime to jump up and away from you.

He didn’t say anything, instead staring almost blankly at something behind you. An action you’d found him doing throughout your relationship. Only now did you realise it was because of Khaji Da.

Finally he spoke, “I think it likes you.”

From then on things got better with Jamie. There were no secrets between the two of you anymore and you could continue your relationship in peace. Well almost in peace. The scarab on his back was to blame for that.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Khaji Da, it’s just that it was almost like another person you had to share your boyfriend with. A person that was with him all the time. A person that he has secret talks with. A person that he fought crime with.

You weren’t jealous. Jaime was yours and Khaji Da had no interest in him like that. It was just hard getting used to being in a relationship with Jaime and now Khaji Da. After telling you about his scarab Jaime could talk to it more openly, without you thinking he was strange. Sometimes you’d be with Jaime watching a movie and he’d answer a question you hadn’t asked. Or other times you’d be looking for something you’d lost and he’d blurt out it’s location, claiming Khaji Da had told him.

Khaji Da wasn’t all bad, in fact it treated you kindly and as a valued person to Jaime. Over time it too became protective like Jaime towards you. A gesture you found sweet. Well mostly sweet.

One evening you saw the positives to the scarab on your boyfriends back.

The day you’d had was one for the history books. Anything that could go wrong, did go wrong. This morning you overslept for class meaning you had to rush out the door. In class you realised you left your paper you’d been working on at your home. After class you went to your job at a local restaurant. A job that on a good day would wear you down and drain your social skills. But on a bad day? It was unimaginable. To add to it you started your period mid shift, unprepared of course.

Finally at the end of the day you remembered the plans you had to stay over at your boyfriends apartment. Despite feeling anything but happy, you plastered a smile on your face and pushed your tears back as you greeted him. You hugged him tightly and kept up your facade. Engaging in small talk about your day and your class. Purposely leaving out or brushing over the majority of bad bits.

Jaime was buying the facade of course and you couldn’t blame him. The two of you hadn’t been dating for long and he hadn’t learnt you yet. However Khaji Da had, or to some extent it had.

A quick body scan had revealed your true feelings. Your low mood, recently working tear ducts and uterus walls cramping. All of which was relayed to Jaime whose face quickly took to looking crestfallen.

“Mi Vida, why would you lie to me?” Jaime asks softly. Pulling you from beside him on the couch to his lap.

You look at him startled. Unable to form words or even think of a coherent answer. But he waits for one. Even though it takes a few beats of silence.

“What - how do you know?” You ask him perplexed.

His tongue swipes out over his lips, “Khaji Da scans almost everyone I meet. It makes a habit of scanning you especially.”

You nod slowly, letting the new information sink in. You wonder just how much Khaji Da knows about you. You wonder how much information it passed on to Jaime each time you met. Was this the first time it caught you out in a lie, or just the first time Jaime chose to bring it up.

“I didn’t want to burden you with my bad day Jaime. You seemed so happy. I just wanted to enjoy being with you today.”

Jaime sighed and held you impossibly closer. Rubbing your back as you let out a few tears.

“Nothing you tell me would burden me. I love you so much Cielo.” Jaime whispers in your ear.

“Cielo?” You ask, unsure of the endearment.

“It means sky or heaven. That’s what you are to me. Nothing my Cielo tells me burdens me. You are my world, Mi Vida.”

Although Khaji Da’s interference worked out this time, it didn’t always. One time in particular didn’t end well with Jaime.

It was just past nine when your eyes glanced over to the clock on the bedside lamp. Jaime had been pounding into you for what felt like hours. He’d been out all evening doing something for Kord industries. The topic a sore one as you knew of the previous feelings he felt for Jenny.

You tried to put your feelings aside and remember that Jaime was with you now, not her. Your efforts hadn’t been good enough as Khaji Da and Jaime had seen right through it. Leaving him no choice but to show you just how much he loved you.

Yet the hurried passion between you hadn’t given you the stimulation you needed to reach your climax even once. There was little foreplay and things unraveled and quickly lead to him being deep inside you.

At one point you’d moved your fingers to your clit, trying to gain something to take you over the edge. Jaime, thinking you were acting up as you often did with him (in dynamic of course) removed your hand and pinned it with your other above your head. He gave you a gentle kiss and whispered some dirty words in your ear.

“Are you close?” He panted, still hammering into you. You thought about saying no, then wondered what he would think. You started to feel insecure in the fact that your orgasm was taking so long. So you decided to pretend.

It wasn’t something you’d ever had to do before but once wouldn’t hurt, would it?

You moaned out a reply and started your act. Rolling your eyes back into your skull, praising your partner for his work, clenching your walls on his cock. It wasn’t long before he followed you. Stilling inside you before reaching his own.

After pulling out slowly and kissing your temple he rolled over, having a moment before getting a wash cloth for you.

Silence hung in the air. Comfortable silence of course, but silence non the less. Jamie’s hand found yours, holding it gently as he often did.

Some time passed before his grip changed and became tighter. He turned on his side and looked at you accusingly.

“You faked it?” He asked, a little hurt but mostly angry.

Your eyes widened and you could feel your face heating up. “Jaime it’s not like that, you know I wouldn’t - ”

“But you did, or else Khaji Da wouldn’t have brought it up.”

You let out a huff, “Why does it matter. I’m sure it happens to plenty of couples all the time. I’m fine. Your fine. Let’s just go to bed.”

You move to roll over only to be pulled back by an angry Jaime. You’d never seen him this annoyed before about something you’d done. Usually you couldn’t put a foot wrong with him. He thought everything about you was great. It would be a lie to say his anger didn’t make you guilty about being dishonest.

“It matters because your my girlfriend. We aren’t just another couple. And while I’ve got working fingers, a working tongue and a working cock I have no excuse not to make you cum.” He tells you in earnest, putting his anger aside for a minute.

Although the sentiment is there, his wording isn’t. Jamie’s right, everything about him works. There’s no reason he shouldn’t be able to make you cum. It’s you that’s the problem and that same insecurity creeps back in once more. Making you doubt if there was something wrong with you. Making you remember why you lied in the first place. You didn’t want him to think less of you.

“So why Mi Vida, why lie to me? You know I love you.”

You huff again but this time it’s more pitiful as you feel your throat tightening. “It’s not you Jaime, it was me. It just wasn’t happening. I don’t know if I needed more foreplay or something. Maybe it’s just me, maybe there’s something wrong. Please let’s just go to sleep.” You practically beg. The warmth in your face ever increasing from the embarrassment you now feel.

As he understands your words he feels his anger dissipate. “There is nothing wrong with you Cielo, I should have done more before you know, going inside you. It was rushed. But you need to know that there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I love making you cum.”

You smile, leaning over to kiss Jaime. Who responded eagerly almost trying to make up for lost time. Showing you that there was nothing wrong with you at all.

“Let me show you how much I love doing it Mi Vida.”

You could only nod as your boyfriend spent the rest of the night doing everything he could to make you cum.

By the time he’d done you’d finished a record number of times and had forgotten any ill will you’d felt towards Khaji Da. It turned out to be quite useful.

[throwaway-yandere]

Dendro NA: 101 (Yandere!Alhaitham/Reader)

a/n: “ansy weren’t you going to write faceless!ayato and music composer!tighnari” well yes but things happened so now here we are. I’m dedicating this fic to crying anon since they’re the person that gave me an idea of an "what if Alhaitham had an elf!darling?" after this fic. The beginning reads like an enemies-to-lovers fic with a slice of crack where nothing goes wrong but trust me it’s not lmao

unreliable synopsis: After Alhaitham forged your signature, you're now forced to become the Acting Grand Sage’s assistant. It's even more annoying when he nearly visited your house all drugged up. Seriously, when will he learn to respect his seniors?

CW: yandere themes, noncon touching, aphrodisiacs, possessiveness, so much bickering, and the reader slanders dendro for plot reasons. 

Pulcinella, The Rooster, came to visit early in the morning.

“Pups, please… Stop turning my apartment upside down and just tell me what you want.”

It was unexpected how the old man barged into your “unconquerable mess of an apartment” with the intent to celebrate your newfound job at the Haravatat. Mayor Pulcinella isn’t your direct grandfather, but he is your grandfather’s brother. The fact that you are connected to him is a well-known secret (as absurd an oxymoron as that may sound) in the College of Engineering and Technology at the Akademiya. Because of the collectivist mentality that characterized your family, every last pointy-eared relative you are aware of is blatantly nosy and annoying. The "mayor" is much more so.

Pulcinella did come to extend his congratulations, with a generous batch of cookies even, but he had an objective in mind. His way of showing that he cares is usually in the form of letters but he stands right in front of you now. You can only imagine how difficult it is for someone in his position to take a leave of absence this far since Port Ormos is so far away from home and it takes days for mail to arrive here.

Your grandfather is obstinate. Terrifying so since you recognize that expression on his face all too well. Although you are unsure of what he needs from you, you do know that you want him out. Immediately.

“Don’t talk to me in that tone, child.” He scowled, jabbing your briefcases with his wooden cane. “I’m not leaving until I find it.”

That "Rooster" moniker belongs to him without a doubt. Your belongings were seized by the elf-like a bird's beak. He prodded the dreadful equation-filled sheets hanging on your wall and snatched a few trinkets on your work table. Good lord. Pulcinella made so much noise that if you weren’t already planning on starting your day, you would’ve been incredibly cranky when he knocked on your door.

“For Her Majesty’s sake– just what are you trying to find, grandpups?”

He turned to look at you.

Not mad, but disappointed– sad, even.

“An engagement ring. Evidence that you’re dating that fool, Alhaitham.”

You groaned.

“Him again?! Motherf—”

Pulcinella quirked his eyebrow at your outburst, “hmm?”

You chuckled nervously, “ah, sorry, I just… It’s nothing.”

No, it was not “nothing.” That bastard ruined a lot of things for you, including your vision. You didn’t want a dendro vision. You were praying for Rex Lapis every night even after his death but somehow being involved with Alhaitham strayed your path to gaining the “grass fertilizer tool” as you loved to call it. Sure, there’s little evidence that he’s the reason behind the fact that you got a dendro vision instead of geo but that doesn’t change the fact that you want to crush him between your palms like a writhe scarab. Especially after he enlisted you as his scribe-disciple without your consent. What a complete scumbag.

Oh, to quit the Akademiya only to be forced to go back again…

But of course, your grandpups don’t know anything about this and you have ZERO intentions of letting him in on your business. If he knows, then ALL of Snezhnayan elves know.

“I’ve heard from your mother that you’ve gone lovesick and left the Akademiya,” Pulcinella spoke in a slow somber tone. “And falling recklessly in love and gaining a dendro vision does not sound like you at all.”

Eww. Lovesick? Hell no.

If it weren’t for this man, you would’ve graduated as a fully pledged civil engineer next year. If he wasn’t such a great scribe, no, forger, your signature wouldn’t be on that damn contract.

That man seriously has no respect for his seniors.

Nevertheless, it was too late to do anything. You just have to accept the consequences of your inaction. Additionally, if you're going to take this "new job," you might as well act as if you adore it.

Hooray! Don’t you love working for Alhaitham? Isn’t it fun to discard your 4 years of studying? Oh, what joy! You definitely did not burn your eyebrows out trying to ace FIFTY Kshahrewar mock tests!!!–

“Talk to me, poppet.” He continued, eyebrows knitted. His wrinkly hands reached to gently hold yours. Suddenly, you remembered that he is still family. That this was the same old major that your young self boasted their miniature construction toys to.

“I’m worried that something might’ve happened. And my dear, health is not the absence of disease or infirmity, it is also–”

“The complete state of physical, mental, AND social wellbeing. Yes. I know, Pups. You nearly forced me to study medicine.” You groaned and palmed your forehead, weak but playful.

He chuckled heartily.

The old man’s rather soft with you compared to his other grandchildren. If he wasn’t, you’d likely find yourself as Il Dottore’s new assistant.

Although most people would find working for a harbinger, especially The Doctor, to be a complete nightmare, you concluded that being Alhaitham's slave was the epitome of "overrated garbage," and you despise the scribe so much you can't even remember his appearance. Sure, Layla’s jealous that you’re essentially set for life by being a scribe assistant but at least Dottore gives his assistants a hefty pay (discounting his crimes against humanity…)

You’re not proud to call Alhaitham your boss. That stupid #093c0d face doesn’t make your 2 million mora salary worth the trouble. He needs to pay for your mental health insurance–

“Are you alright, poppet? You’re looking at me like you would with one of your test slimes.”

You exhaled deeply, “sorry, I suddenly thought of a hex code #093c0d person.”

Pulcinella closed his eyes.

“A dark green shade?”

“That’s right.”

“...”

With an unreadable yet deliberate face, Pulcinella fixed his gaze on you. Your unique perspective on others didn't seem to disturb your grandpups the way it did your parents. He is one of the select few who is aware of how you assign people's personalities through colors. Pulcinella raised his glasses further up before giving a sage-like nod. The moment he crossed his arms, you knew he understood what you were trying to express.

“So it’s a lover’s quarrel.”

“Yes, exactly.”

…

“Wait, what– NO!!! Pups, please stop assuming shit– things!!!”

Never mind— he is SO far off.

Why is he convinced that you’re dating that prick? What the hell did your mom tell him?!

“I heard that, poppet. And do not misunderstand, I think this is a good thing.”

Your uncle-grandfather cupped your cheeks and squished them between his fingers. Perhaps this is what people consider a wholesome grandpa-grandchild dynamic– but social norms should’ve also labeled this as domestic violence. His pinching hurts. Your clipped groans made him grin wider.

“After all, this means that you have seen his flaws and true character. What better way to break a couple up than a genuine argument?”

“PWUUUPS!!!”

Pulcinella pulled his hands away.

“I felt distraught when I heard you have given up your pursuit of civil engineering and chose a career in the Haravatat,” he sighed and took off his hat, holding it against his chest. “I was rooting for you, dear. I had faith in your aspirations. Even Lord Capitano found it upsetting to learn that the future engineer I frequently boasted about had become a lesser Lord Kusanali underling.”

You squirmed and rubbed your cheeks, staring at the ground.

Lord Capitano was not someone you often interacted with, but you knew that he had an eye for talent– and he sought after yours. Perhaps this is your ego talking, but it felt like even he believed you’re best suited for an engineering course too. Other than your grandpups and subsequently his recruit, Ajax, Lord Capitano was one of the Fatuis you respected.

Alhaitham truly crushed your dreams.

“I know, Pups…”

“You know what to do, right?”

You nodded solemnly, before looking him dead in the eye. Pulcinella can see your determination clear as day.

You breathed in.

“I’m going to commit arson.”

He patted your back, smiling.

“That’s my grandchild!”

Pulcinella tip-toed and ruffled your hair.

“Alright, this old man had given up. Just show grandpups where the ring is.”

“Her majesty the Tsaritsa’s sake– I already told you Pups– ALHAITHAM AND I ARE NOT DATING!!!”

It was an exceptionally hot evening in Sumeru City despite being far from the desert. You should be inside your apartment right now, studying the Dendro Vision book Alhaitham gave you but you’d rather be where you are now. It’s about to get warmer, yet you’d dare argue that both you and master architect Kaveh’s headache can compete with its 38°C average temperature.

“C’mon, please?”

“No, I’m not helping you burn Alhaitham’s house down.”

“What?! Why not?!”

“Damnit, (Y/n)– BECAUSE I LIVE THERE!!!”

“Oh, right.”

You flopped back to your seat, eyes rolling back, deflated.

Kaveh cried out in pain while lowering his head to the table. He somewhat resembled a dried-out raisin. He had a drinking binge the night before, so this isn't because he's not a morning person. Although you expressed regret for knocking on his (Alhaitham's) door, the architect never misses a chance to rant about his housemate. Kaveh's pain wasn't even close to how much he detested Alhaitham. Now here you both are, sitting outside Lambad’s Tavern like morons because you both forgot to bring your wallets.

Not a sight you’d expect from a master-of-all-trades (ex-)engineering student and a genius architect.

“Damn it…” You whined. “What else am I supposed to do now?”

“Await until Focalors passes her judgment,” he answered hoarsely.

In other words: curl up and die, probably.

“Yeah… Yeah, that sounds viable. Let me just go to Fontaine real quick– oh wait, I can’t, because some dumbass scribe paid the corps to keep me from reaching the borders.”

Kaveh chuckled, still caressing his headache, not caring how his messy and unwashed locks covered his eyes. You’d be surprised if he told you he didn’t just get out of bed. He appeared like he was ready to sleep for all eternity, or more accurately, Kaveh’s starting to look eerily similar to Layla. In terms of colors though, he’d still be a #ffda29 and not a #003153.

He sneered, “did the sun always look this bright, powerful, and oh-so hateful?”

“It wouldn’t look like that if you didn’t down the pitcher I left on the table last night, Kaveh.”

You both turned to look at the voice– rather, the abyss. Alhaitham stood behind you. Or at least, you think it’s him.

Okay, here’s the deal: you hate remembering his face.

You handle your memory much like a student would a personal bookshelf– you’ll occasionally take out the information you no longer wish to retain in favor of more useful and relevant ones. As a creature with longevity, an elf should be picky when it comes to memories. You believe your approach is in the same vein as Pulcinella disposing of “less valuable assets’' without hesitation. If there’s no point in having it, why carry the baggage? But there are at least two facts that you can easily recall about Alhaitham: it’s his voice and the color #093c0d.

In other words, he’s just a talking dark green slime in your eyes.

Which he considers a major step up, by the way. You went from ignoring him to recognizing his voice, to associating him with one color. That’s quite a development. A pathetically slow progression, but still a positive one.

“THERE YOU ARE, ALHAITHAM, YOU PRI–”

The man swiftly dodged his slap by crouching down. He honestly didn’t have to put in the effort when Kaveh’s attacks were sluggish.

“–CK! WHY’D YOU LABEL THE ALCOHOL AS WATER?!”

Tons of passersby stared at Kaveh as he flailed around, but they were quick to look away. It’s no longer a secret that he lives with the scribe. Everyone in Sumeru City knows about his tactless antics and none are deaf when it comes to his loud gripes about his housemate. Even so, you went up to him to soothe his worries and restore his reputation because not everyone understands he's not a bad person.

Alhaitham scoffed, glaring.

“I didn’t. The label said "Fire-Water.””

“WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES THAT MAKE?!”

“Fire-water? Oh.”

Your hand flew to your mouth as you connected the two dots.

That beverage from Snezhnaya is notorious for having a high alcohol content and is only known in Mondstadt as the drink Master Ragnvindr forbade exports of. As a quote-unquote "wine connoisseur," you were invited to one of his parties. Fortunately, you were able to warn Diluc of how potent it is firsthand– Kaveh? Not so much.

You snorted.

“Yeah, Kaveh, I hate to take Alhaitham’s side on this but this one is on you, friend.”

The blonde’s eyes widened, betrayed.

“HAH?!”

“Need I remind you that fire-water is an alcoholic beverage, Kaveh.” Alhaitham waved his hand, emphasizing his condescending tone. “Maybe if you listened to me instead of ranting about my work ethic, you would’ve known that I received it as a gift from a Fatui Harbinger.”

Your ears perked up. “From a Harbinger?”

Alhaitham smirked but it was gone as quickly as it came.

“Hmm. I’m certain that you know him, assistant (L/n). His name is Pulcinella,” the scribe said. “He left me a note. He said he wishes that I drink to my heart’s content as a thank-you gift for hiring his grandchild. I wasn’t aware you have a kind grandfather.”

You smiled back, crookedly.

No. No, your uncle-grandfather DEFINITELY wanted to see Alhaitham in pain. He didn’t even bother giving him a bottle– he gave him a fucking leftover pitcher.

Alhaitham took your arm. Unfortunately, he’s taller than you with muscle strength you can’t compete with. You squirmed but resistance was futile. Doesn’t mean you can’t bite his arm off–

“Assistant (L/n)–”

You gritted your teeth. “Don’t touch me, sir.”

Alhaitham paused, processing how much emphasis you put into pronouncing the word “sir.”

“–I’ll be taking you away now.” He looked down on your friend and scoffed. “Kaveh, do try your best to not be a burden to Mx. (L/n) again.”

Kaveh clutched his head, still in pain.

Sorry, Kaveh. That drink and beating headache were not meant for you in the slightest. You made a mental note to make it up to him, but not today. You have a lot on your plate right now.

“Idiot. They’re the one that invited me here!”

“True–”

“I quite frankly don’t care,” Alhaitham spat coldly.

“From now on, refrain from having conversations with my assistant. Unless you’re prepared to face the consequences.”

“Do you remember the approximate damage multipliers an aggravate reaction causes?”

“Nope.”

“Tch. I just discussed this, I can’t believe you already forgot.”

“You think I forgot? Haha, hell no. I didn’t forget, I just wasn’t paying any attention.”

Alhaitham dragged you down a secluded area in the rainforests with a sword in hand. Quite frankly, you hoped he brought his weapon to kill you, but you’re well aware of what this is about.

This is a lesson straight out of a page of “Dendro Vision Qualifications 101: Normal Attack Patterns.” The Acting Grand Sage thinks that you should have at least enough fighting proficiency for you to start formally working for him. As for you? You think this whole charade is utterly meaningless.

Sometimes, you truly do wish you were born as a rock instead. Maybe then you would be able to perform the “gray-rock method” whenever Alhaitham starts his drivel about dendro visions. You bet you’d make a pretty good tombstone for your dead childhood friend if you were a rock. Being a rock is probably the nicest thing to be. You get to be something created from the Geo element– the element and vision you desired. And not dendro.

Anything but lame old dendro.

This is so stupid. You wanted a geo vision, damn it. What on earth did you do to make Rex Lapis spite you, and what kinda breakthrough did you accomplish to gain the Lesser Lord Kusanali’s favor instead?!

If only you got something that isn’t the same as Alhaitham’s vision. Maybe if you got an electro vision you’d be learning how to brandish a lance with the General Mahamatra instead. Unlike most people, you enjoy being in his prolonged company and dry jokes. You’ve exchanged letters with Cyno multiple times– but your friend’s on-the-spot puns are 10x funnier than the things he writes down. Of course, that’s only because his earnest delivery sells it.

“In this fighting stance, you can perform up to 4 consecutive attacks, dishing out dendro damage approximately every 2 seconds interval–”

You held up your Eye of Perception.

“Bold of you to assume I’ll use this vision.”

“–charge attacks on the other hand require a hefty amount of stami–”

You yawned, halting Alhaitham in the middle of his “lecture.”

There’s a reason why you chose an Eye of Perception, and that’s because, unlike most catalysts, it procures physical damage as well. With someone as petty as you, it’s only natural that you’d brandish a weapon that doesn’t rely too much on dendro reactions.

“Yeah, I’ll just hit the enemy with my catalyst. Like, aim and shoot, or maybe I’ll just go with blunt force. This eye of perception looks like it’s made of metal, it can probably dish out some physical damage–”

Alhaitham shifted forward. Your gentle yet insouciant voice forced him out of his momentum.

“(Y/n).”

“...Yes, sir?”

His gaze sharpened.

“Pay attention.”

You snorted. Was he trying to intimidate you?

You, an elf who lived longer than him? How arrogant. It was becoming clearer why Alhaitham never once had a girlfriend or boyfriend. Or maybe a genuine friend in general. His senior who happens to also be his housemate does not count.

“No thanks.” You laughed to yourself, barely containing your amusement. “I think I’m doing fine.”

“What do you expect will happen if you don’t listen to my instructions? Your unfailing indifference sickens me.” He sheathed his sword back. “Do I have to spell everything out? You’ll get injured in combat. You won’t be able to defend yourself from fungi, eremites, and other enemies on the prowl. All for what? Useless pride? Grow up. Accept that you got a dendro vision and be done with it.”

“Tch…” You know how you feel, but you do not have the strength to say it out loud.

What an impossible task. He’s telling you– the most stubborn person you know– to give up on your goals? Inconceivable. You bet he sees the mediocre majority as nothing more than defective pawns, and you’re well aware you belong in that lowly category.

To him, grief may as well be easy as breathing. For you, years had gone by and you could still hear their voice. The scribe knows nothing about tributes for the dead. 

Your old childhood friend beckons you back to the chasm. His voice comes once the dark rears in, reverbing his desperate pleas for a fitting grave. It’s a voice that twists around your chest like a knife. You can’t get their faces out of your memetic bookshelf, but it’s not as if you’re willing to dispose of them.

You didn’t want a dendro vision. 

You wanted a geo vision to construct mausoleums for your dead friends.

Alhaitham scowled.

“Fine. We’ll resume our lesson next week.”

He bumped into your shoulder as he walked by. For a split second, you’re reminded that your superior had longer eyelashes than you do. And it made the gesture more annoying.

Strange. 

Alhaitham wouldn’t normally let you off so easily…

Maybe he’s busy?

“If you’re so insistent on only utilizing physical attacks, be my guest. Next time, I will not back down a single step.” Alhaitham walked away with heavy feet, stamping the dirt with his heels.

The consequences of your actions began to sink in. You may have lived longer than Alhaitham, but needless to say, he had more experience in combat.

Admittedly, you may have done yourself a disservice by acting out… You huffed.

No, no way.

“What could possibly go wrong? He’s just a feeble scholar!”

Unsurprisingly, Alhaitham was not, in fact, a feeble scholar.

Thankfully you have the Eye of Perception at your disposal because the moment he found you walking towards Devantaka Mountain the following week, the bastard went for your jugular.

“What the fuck, Alhaitham?!”

You fired a single shot, aimed higher this time knowing that he would attempt to evade. Much like his actions with Kaveh last time, Alhaitham was quick to dodge that projectile. His timing is impeccable as he activated his vision.

#ff0e0e starts blaring in your line of sight. You’ve always trusted these colors— your instincts.

You’re in danger.

“Tch!”

You almost didn’t recognize that it was him. If he wasn’t breathing heavily, you would've mistaken him for an assassin. Alhaitham never made any unnecessary movements. His slashes were not done with the intent of harming you, but shepherding you to an appropriate trap. Your knee scraped against the grass and minuscule rocks. Prioritizing distance over attacks was a wrong move– he’s faster than anticipated. You gasped sharply as the scribe pinned you against a tree trunk–

… His scent caught your attention.

“A cicin mage’s perfume…?” You mumbled, eyes wide.

That didn’t seem right. Their perfume usually doesn’t smell this unpleasant and metallic.

Your ears drooped down as you realized this Alhaitham did not attack because he’s a lunatic, no. That malodorous stench was akin to a grandmother’s bittersweet husk.

This Alhaitham was under the influence of aphrodisiacs, and it is not something you can fault him for.

“What– What on earth happened?”

He twisted your arm slightly, not enough that’ll make you scream but just rough for a tiny yelp–

and that’s how he boldly claimed your lips.

You froze in horror, letting him take advantage of your plight. Alhaitham pulled away, panting slightly.

“F-Fuck…”

Alhaitham moaned as he slipped his tongue back inside. You tried to stop him but you yelped the moment his hand groped your thigh. His breath fanned your flustered skin as he moved to slither his arms around your waist, closing the already small distance between you two.

You weakly pulled back. The rainforest had never felt this humid before.

Something is truly off about his scent.

“L-Let go!!!” You hissed and punched his chest, completely forgetting your catalyst in your panic. “What the hell is wrong with you?!?! Are you out of your fucking mind?!”

He didn’t listen despite your physical protests. Alhaitham disgustingly crooned down and sloppily dabbed wet kisses down your neck. His saliva dripped over his shoulder, coating you in hopes that it would leave his trace.

It felt wrong. You felt dirty– like you were kissing an actual #093c0d slime.

“P-Please…” He whispered, his voice dropping dangerously weak and vulnerable. “H-Help me, (Y/n)…”

Your face flushed as you wiped the saliva that connected you both from your lips.

You’ve never heard Alhaitham beg before.

Is this really him?

His fistful grip on your clothes grew taut as desperation colored his knuckles white. You had never seen Alhaitham lose his cool the way he does now, and the broken sight in his eyes made you uneasy and uncertain.

He looked pathetic.

“Haitham, your…” your hand supported his neck and he hungrily leaned in to feel your touch. “Your heartbeat is loud.”

“I know,” he whimpered.

You bit your lip. You could sense his pulse going faster.

This isn’t the first time you’ve been kissed– or first anything. You’ve had your fair share of “soulmates” and “flings”, but those happened decades ago. Before you were mastering engineering, you were a freelance artist who’d had many affairs with humans and elves alike out of the undiagnosed emptiness that was grief. Up until Faruzan made you start a new leaf, you indulged in numerous vices, including wine and one-night stands. She was the closest a human could hope to understand the loneliness an elf would have.

Both your appearance give the illusion of youth, but your bones are held together by flesh older than this man. She would undoubtedly be angry with you as soon as she learns that you enabled Alhaitham's small rendezvous.

“Alhaitham, I’m more than a decade years older than you–” you squirmed.

“But I want you,” he groaned.

Those words felt so different when he was the one who said them. Nearly sinister.

“I know,” you said, but your voice doesn’t match the confidence you were meant to exude. “But this isn’t you, this is your hormones doing the talking. Where did the cicin mage attack you?”

“Between Pardis Dhyai and Yashna Monument”

“Between WHAT?!” You gawked. “That’s miles away from here!”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does!!!”

You yanked his shirt. It’s thin, yet surprisingly durable. The strength of the fabric is not what made you unnerved, but his stare.

He gazed at you as if you were his lifeline— as if you were the only thing that allowed him to breathe. Alhaitham’s hot breaths were shallow, fanning your face as you took note of how red his face, neck, and ears were. You noticed how he struggled to gulp— struggled to keep his composure. His bedroom eyes had not once diverted their attention away from you.

“It doesn't matter how far I ran. You were the one I wanted to see. You were the face that came to mind after getting poisoned."

You pretended not to hear that.

“Alhaitham, we need to get you to Tighnari.”

“He can’t help me.”

“The forest watcher can most certainly help you more than me.”

“You don’t know that.”

You don't want to hear him talk anymore, to be honest. You're horrified by how weak and inaudible his voice sounded.

“Why did you come to Avidya Forest all the way from there? Why not head straight to the city?”

“So many questions…” He irritably spat. “Just stop talking and kis–”

“I refuse,” you glared. “Why were you heading towards Port Ormos? Did you think I was going to help you get over this mess out of the goodness of my heart?”

Did he forget how much you loathe him?

“No. No, of course not.”

He chuckled, full of self-loathing.

“I know you hate me, (Y/n). I would hate myself too.”

You raised an eyebrow. Of course, he’s self-aware— you just didn’t expect him to say that out loud.

Alhaitham continued, “but I’m not the one at fault here.”

Defeated, he rested his head on your shoulder. To avoid having you look at his expression, Alhaitham cupped your back, running fingers through your scalp so that you may only look forward. His body pressed against yours firmly. There’s no possible way for you not to be wholly aware of how warm he was and how fast his heart was beating. 

It was distracting to know how much the poison affected someone like Alhaitham, whom you thought was damn near untouchable.

Awkwardly, you returned the favor and played with his hair. Alhaitham gasped softly, making you shiver as you realized how sensitive you are to his breathing from this position.

“And who would that be?” You asked quietly. “If your pride won’t let you seek Tighnari’s aid then since you’re here you might as well tell me everything, starting from the very beginning.”

“T-That won’t be necessary.”

“If we want to rule out who your true assailant is, then yes it is,” you answered. “I think this is what you call the process of elimination.”

Suddenly, he pulled away from you with his arms stretched out. Alhaitham still kept you pinned on the tree, but there’s more space for you now to move and see his face. 

Ah, you’ve nearly forgotten again.

Alhaitham has green-orange eyes.

“No need.”

He clicked his tongue.

“It was Pulcinella. Your grandfather sent a cicin mage in an attempt to seduce and assassinate me.”

… Oh.

You should’ve guessed. You really should’ve guessed that he was behind all this.

Instinctively, you tried to cover your mouth from shock, but he quickly grabbed them and pressed them back to the tree behind you again. He tightened his hold once more, making you wince.

“I didn’t mind at first because your grandfather reminded me of my own grandmother,” Alhaitham gritted his teeth. “Pulcinella—”

He bit his bottom lip, his seafoam eyes looking unstable and royally pissed.

“He’s not after me because of my position as the Acting Grand Sage. H-He was merely looking after you. His expression was one I recognized. It's a grandfather's love. I may not show empathy as frequently as my housemate would like, but at least I am conscious of how important family is. I don’t want you to have to arrange your grandparent’s funeral like I did.”

You’re not unaware of who Alhaitham’s grandmother was. At one point, you had befriended her back when she was out on a mission to acquire 1,000 books. To think that you’ll meet her grandson for the first time in college and that you’ll end up in a situation like this… you’re sure she would’ve never condoned any of this. She wouldn’t appreciate that her grandson was trying to fuck the elf that helped her build her small library.

This is wrong. 

Everything about this is wrong. From the age gap to the work power distance– it’s vile– 

You want to vomit.

“So— s-so what did you do?”

“I didn’t want to kill your grandfather in retaliation.”

“Yes, you’ve established that. You don’t usually beat around the bush— go back to being the Alhaitham I know and just get straight to the point, damn it!”

“I ended up tracking all of his people in Sumeru down.”

He chuckled lowly.

Your heart started racing as well. 

If his heart was beating out of excitement, yours were out of a rational fear that you wouldn’t get out of this unscathed and mentally sound.

“It’s laughable how his lackeys were so incompetent. If they listened to my lectures at all, they would’ve known how to defend themselves.”

“What… What the hell are you talking about?” 

There was nowhere to run. You’re trapped unless Alhaitham lets go of both your wrists. Your dilated eyes surveyed the woodland, but you weren't confident that, should the occasion arise, your shaky knees could put some distance between you and the scribe.

“Didn’t you notice? They were stalking us from the moment I was teaching you how to use your vision last week, and likely even before that.”

His face drew near and you strained your neck to hopefully maintain at least a hair of distance between both of your lips.

Alhaitham closed his eyes.

“Did you honestly think I’d postpone our practice due to your mild complaining? Don’t you understand how excruciating it is to be away from you for a week?”

He pressed his forehead against yours.

“But I had to do it. For us.”

“Where… Where were you when you were gone? What did you do to them?”

You didn’t want to ask.

You already know the answer. 

“When will you start thinking before you speak?”

With fears renewed, your body felt small underneath his gaze. He’s not even looking at you— his piercing green eyes weren’t even looking directly at your soul. You turned away and gazed at his left shoulder— shrieking.

Never in your 100+ years of life did you feel so stupid. Only now did you realize that it wasn’t just a cicin mage’s perfume you smelled earlier.

There was blood all over his coat.

“Stop screaming, (Y/n). I’ve finished the job and it’s high time you reward me, wouldn’t you agree?”

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE! TEEN TITANS x YAE MIKO / KITTY CHESIRE ! READER SHORT STORY

the kitty chesire bit is mostly her power to disappear and teleport + love for chaos

as always reader is gender neutral!

[sequel to this fic]

“YOU. . . HAVE A FOX FORM ? !”

Your team member, Garfield, shouted into your ear as you untied him and the rest of the members after a battle you won.

Via tricking them of course. You were meant for stealth and illusions, not fighting. Most missions with the Titans had you as a scout or back-up. Rarely were you in the heat of the fight.

It was mostly due to your penchant with being a liability. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, placing you with the main group was a recipe for disaster.

It was a perfect role for you. Cause really, who enjoys sitting back and watching everything unfold? You did.

And after watching your friends getting their asses handed to them and laughing for several minutes while invisible (so that they could definitely hear you but you wouldn’t get captured). You came in to save the day.

“Oh, how could you not know BB. I thought we were friends!” You sighed dramatically while finally untying the last member and leader, Robin.

Despite your close proximity, you fail to notice the rare grin on his face.

“Hey, that’s my line! How could you not tell your best friend, huh?!”

“To be fair, it should have been obvious.” Rachel commented. Her cape had gotten covered in some unknown goop, so her voice came out strained as she tried flicking it off.

“Yeah, Garfield. Kitsune, Fox. It’s hard not to know about it.” Jaime added. The scarab on his back’s eyes glow red in agreement.

“I feel wounded, hurt, unimaginable pained—“ Garfield grasped his chest. “But you know what would make me feel b-“

“In your dreams.” You quickly answered. Already knowing what he’ll request. It wasn’t as if you didn’t like turning into your fox form. But you had a plan,

and that plan was chaos.

“I didn’t even finish!”

“Give or take another hundred years or so, then it’ll be a maybe.”

“But- But why—?”

“My kitsune form is not a party trick or just something that can be shown at a whim. It has to be special, as is the person I show it to.”

“Wait, so that’s why you didn’t show me? I thought it was cause you couldn’t do it for another hundred years or so.” Rachel perked up as soon as she heard your words. The remaining goop on her cape forgotten.

“I thought it was because only humans or other beings from Earth could witness it.” Kori crossed her arms.

“You mean it isn’t dangerous for you to turn into one in case you aren’t able to turn back?!” Dick, Jaime, and Victor all screeched in unison.

“Excuses may vary from person to person.”

“[Y/N]!”

Ah yes, all according to plan.

It wasn’t that long before you all had another mission to accomplish. It wasn’t that hard really, in fact the enemies seemed a lot weaker in comparison to the previous ones.

So why were you and the rest tied up?

“Oh no, we’re at risk of dying. Whatever could we do?” Garfield feigned a moan of pain.

“Maybe if [Y/N] shifted into their Kitsune form and got out of their restraints—“ Victor tried suggesting but, like what you did with Garfield last time, you shut him down immediately.

“No.”

Everyone instantaneously gets out of their restraints. No effort at all.

These goddamn desperate little shits—

It had been a month or so since Garfield and the rest found out you weren’t turning into a fox simply because you didn’t want to and they have yet to lose gas when it came to motivation.

It had even gone to the point where the Justice League and heck, even some villains and other unaffiliated vigilantes joined the mix. It was as if every moment someone was trying to coerce you to transform.

“Guys let’s have dinner!” Dick called out from the tower’s kitchen, not bothering with the intercoms since he knew you were close by. As a Kitsune you had a fantastic sense of smell, as such you were already hovering the kitchen since the start.

“Is that . . . [Favorite Food] and - and [Favorite Drink]?” Your mouth watered as you gazed at the dining table. All of your favorite meals, snacks, and beverages were all laid out. Ready to be consumed—

“Ah, ah! Let us see your Kitsune form first.”

You took one long stare at him before disappearing, literally. “I’m ordering take out.”

“God damn it!” The rest of the team all exit from their hiding spots, absolutely saddened by the lack of reaction and that they couldn’t spoil you with your favorites for once.

(It’s not like they can forget about your fox form and just give you everything on a silver platter. Hell no!)

You trudged to Damian’s room. Still invisible until you were sure you entered without anyone seeing you.

You reappear with a smile before shortly turning into a miniature [Favorite Color] fox.

“Tired?” Damian asked, still focused on his computer while you jumped to his lap and made yourself comfortable.

“Mm. Not really! They’re really funny when they’re like that.”

He nodded at your response and began petting you. His other hand reached forward to his phone, “Hey, are you still open? … Yeah . May I have [Favorite Food] delivered at this address…”

You faked a gasp. You knew he had been watching over you since the beginning. Normal people would have freaked out and questioned how knew but you didn’t. How could you? He is your boyfriend after all. Him knowing everything was expected. At least, that’s what he always says, and you didn’t really mind so . . . “You’re the best, Damey!”

“I know.” He finally gazed at you. The love in his eyes are as clear as day, “Now, get off. We have to pick up our order.”

General Batfam Taglist: @the-sander-fander

[angelyuji]

jaime reyes bf headcanons (+yandere)

jaime reyes x gn!reader yandere headcanons under the cut warnings (under the cut): kidnapping, stealing, manipulation (from scarab), stalking when i talk abt scarab, i'm talking young justice scarab btw

jaime reyes is the type to spray all of your clothes with his cologne, so you (and everyone else) can smell him 24/7

he’s the type to carry your books or your bags if you mention in passing that you were kinda tired

if you’re out on a date with jaime and he sees your eyes linger on something, he immediately goes back to buy whatever you looked at

he knows what color matches your skin, so if he’s getting you guys matching jewelry (and he mostly def would) he would get the right color for your skin

and also going off of this, he knows if you were bracelets, necklaces, earrings, etc like he knows your preferences and tastes so well bro im GONNA BE VIOLENTLY ILL

jaime would always offer to study with you, but would most def get distracted and try to make out with you

LIKE he starts off by making it so with every right answer, he gives you kiss and then things get heated ykkkkkkk ;)

his family absolutely adores you too like his mom constantly cooks for you and teaches you recipes, his grandma teaches you how to sew, his uncle and his dad are chill with you, and you’re best friends with his sister like ong you’re one of them.

scarab would most def by suspicious of you at first cuz why tf are you the only thing that jaime thinks about (it’s insufferable)

but once it realizes that you’re not a threat, he’s chill with you

if you know that jaime is blue beetle, you def mess around with scarab, but you guys team up to make fun of jaime (obviously jaime is telling you what scarab is saying until you guys team up then he refuses to talk)

jaime is such a cutie, he’s a total flirt when you guys meet, but once u guys start dating, he’s totally shy and like asks for permission to hold your hands and to kiss you until he gets more comfortable then hes literally all over you OIABGIEUWop

yall know that tiktok trend with that scene from ?100 days of summer? where one person goes “i love the smiths” and the other goes, “what?” “i love the smiths.” and then the other person like pulls you into a kiss and ot4ro;twf’gb’o its so you and jaime OPNF:OEJP if anyone wants a ref video lmk ill post it <3

yandere :)

jaime reyes was kinda totally normal abt u before the scarab

like yes, he knows ur entire schedule, where you live, and takes candid blurry pictures of you from across the hall or smth (very girl of him) (i knew a girl who did this exact thing for a guy she liked like honestly it was so insane i was really concerned abt her)

but he would never like act on it, he was very self-aware abt it like he knew he was lowkey acting insane

untillll scarab showed up, obviously he had forgotten abt his crush on you while he was in college (GOTHAM UNIVERSITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) but now that you’re both graduated and back home. jaime gets to see you again every time he passes your workplace on his way to work. now that he gets to see you, his obsession with you is back and THREE THOUSAND times worse becuz of monsieur scarab

scarab feeds into jaime’s delusions that you’re both meant to be with each other, his sister tries to make him understand that his feelings are like super concerningly weird asf, but scarab knows that if jaime is obsessed with you to an extreme, it could make jaime easier to manipulate, so it tells jaime that his sister doesn’t understand, but you know who does? the alien attached to his back

jaime would break into your room/apartment (whether you’re staying with ur parents or nah) he would smell your clothes, your soaps and lotions, your bed cover

total underwear stealer imo like he saw the opportunity and is going for it honestly i respect it

he’d try to work up the courage to ask you out, and he’s so smooth with it and (obviously) you say yes

first things are calm yk, but as your relationship progresses (very fast), you see a lot of the red flags and try to exit stage left

but jaime’s not down for that like you’re the love of his life, however he lets you go cuz he’s got a plan

he preps the old blue beetle base and straight up kidnaps you

he’d have you tied up cuz you were putting up a fight and you’d watch as jaime fucking panics and paces back and forth yk

jaime’s not the type to hurt you, so he’s very sweet with you. even when you toss your food at his head, slap him, kick him, yell at him, it doesn’t matter. he’ll take it cuz he can’t bear the thought of hurting you

he still won’t let you go tho

scarab reassures him, now that you’re here, you can’t leave him. you won’t ever get hurt.

[mengy007alt]

…how do y’all feel about a Yandere Prismo AU?

Scarab has gone missing!

No one would suspect lil old PRISMO would they?

Prismo the Wishmaster! Everyone’s friend! How could he hide S̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ something?

=)

[atlasscrumpit]

completely fine if you want to ignore this but maybe a yandere moonknight x teen reader where harrow kidnaps the reader and harrow drugs the reader so when the moon boys find them they are all loopy. but of course if you don’t feel comfortable to write this don’t feel pressured

Drowsy

Marc Spector x Reader

Marc had finished off his morning routine, breakfast, stretches and reading the news.

He decided it was time to wake you up, he opened your door and his worst nightmare had come to pass in just a second.

"Y/N." He whispered, frantically looking around your room.

"Shit!" He shouted as he looked around the room for any kind of clue.

He couldn't find anything, no forced entry or exit.

Either you'd run away or someone had taken you.

He summonsed his suit and jumped out of the window, ready to turn the entire city upside down just to find you.

After checking every alleyway that he could, he decided to go to the one enemy he knew would go to this extent.

Harrow.

He walked into the dark and damp street, looking around noticing how quiet it was.

"Harrow! I know you're here!" He shouted before he heard a noise and quickly turned around.

He saw Arthur standing there, he could've killed him on the spot.

But, he needed to find you first.

"I know you have her." Marc growled as Arthur chuckled softly.

"Why don't we trade then, Marc? You give me what I want and I give you what you want." Arthur said while Marc glared at him.

If he gave Arthur the scarab the entire world was doomed, but he couldn't give you up.

"Marc, we'll find another way to stop him. We need her back." Steven muttered as Marc nodded.

He grabbed the scarab out of his suit and held it in front of him.

"Bring her out." Marc growled as Arthur gestured to his guards.

Two men came out, one was holding you in his arms, you were unconscious.

"What the hell did you do!" Marc shouted as he rushed forward.

He threw the scarab at Arthur before he grabbed you from the man.

"You'll be fuckin sorry for this." Marc growled before he held your tightly and vanished out of the cult town.

--

Marc had brought you home and got you back into your bed, his suit completely retracted as he knelt beside your bed.

You groaned and slowly opened your eyes as you looked at Marc.

"Wanna go home." You whispered as Marc smiled softly and ran his hand through your hair.

"You're home, sweetheart. I've got you." Marc replied as you nodded a little.

"Love you." You muttered as you reached towards him, Marc chuckled softly and climbed into your bed.

He let you tiredly cuddle into him as he wrapped his arms securely around you.

"You're safe now, sweetheart. I've got you, baby." He whispered as he played with your hair.

"I'll never let anyone take you ever again, babygirl."

[yanderes-galore]

Can you do a yan chris scenario from re5 reacting to his darling who got brainwashed by wesker instead of Jill and she acts EXTREMELY violent towards him and sheva and once they defeat her she starts crying please ?

Chris is like the second character that gets angst requests for Resident Evil other than Leon/j

Poor man's going to suffer. I had trouble making him full out Yandere as he's usually just overprotective. Yet I hope I made a good story either way.

Mediation

Yandere! Chris Redfield (RE5) Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Implied past relationship, Implied past toxic relationship, Overprotective behavior, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Angst, Implied murder, Chris is losing it, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Moral conflict, Love/Hate relationship.

Feral. That was the word that came to mind when Chris saw how you acted. To think Wesker had done this to you....

You were nothing but a puppet. Masked and dressed in black, meant serve orders you had no idea were wrong. None of this was your fault.

You had no idea how many you killed. You weren't sentient enough to understand the virus you were spreading. Chris felt he couldn't blame you.

Sheva was kind enough to help him track you. It hurt him to know you were suffering at the hands of Wesker. If only you two didn't part ways-

If only you two didn't fight. If only he convinced he knew what was best for you. If only he tried harder.

He was told his overprotective behavior was unhealthy back then...

Was this much better?

Was you being used as some pretty puppet by Wesker better than Chris? Were you happy mindlessly fighting Chris like some feral animal? Was it fun pinning him to the ground and hitting him over and over and over.

Perhaps he deserved it...

You didn't deserve this fate, however.

Vigorously, Chris pulls at the P30 scarab on your chest. Sheva holds down your screaming and struggling body to aid her friend. Tears blur his vision, especially at your pain.

"Let me go!" You cry and are promptly ignored. Snapping is heard as the device breaks free before being crushed in Chris's hands. His face is filled with anger that burns within him.

Wesker will pay.

Your body stops moving in Sheva's arms, laying limp against her. Chris quickly grabs you from his partner before she can do anything.

"Give me (Y/N)... Wake up, please.... Come on, it's me, Chris...!"

He leans in, softly kissing your forehead.

"You know me... I love you...!"

While to him such words were true, if you felt the same was a mystery now. Ever since the fight you may not even like him. Such details weren't important to him right this second.

When you open your eyes, tears cloud your vision. Sheva watches you two, frowning when she notices the tears from both of you. Reunited at last... for better or for worse.

"(Y/N)... there's no need to cry-"

Chris holds you closer once hearing you hiccup and sputter. Tears stream down your face when sobs rip themselves from your throat. You were so confused, scared, pained...

You were also in Chris's arms again.

Chris... the very man who you fought with. The one who got you into this mess with his paranoia. In a way, he was right. This world is not as it used to be.

While you were thankful he saved you... you hated being in his arms. You didn't love him anymore, not with his behavior. Yet that same fixation saved your life....

For that... you feel you should be thankful.

But you can't stop crying.

Chris holding you tight is meant to feel nice. The affectionate circles he rubs on your back is meant to feel calming. Chris was your savior now.

Although back then he was your tormentor.

You weakly pull away, sitting on your knees and sobbing. Right now, you were confused. Should you feel happy? Should you still resent him?

Was this redeemable enough to tolerate him again?

"(Y/N)..."

You look towards him. Tears make your cheeks glisten in the light of the room. Chris frowns, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder. In response you don't move.

"You're safe now... I'll keep you safe like I promised."

You sniff, looking away from him.

"...Am I?"

"Yes, you are. We traveled a long way to find you, (L/N)."

Sheva gives you a smile, completely unaware of the full past you and Chris share. How naive.... You can't blame her for trusting Chris.

At one point you did, giving him all the love he could've asked for.

"I'll take your word for it."

You're then pulled into Chris's chest again, fresh tears dripping onto your neck. You wanted to push him away... yet you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

Part of you missed this....

"Chris..." Sheva sighs, sensing your discomfort. "(Y/N)'s been through a lot, we need to go find Wesker."

"I don't want to leave again..."

"Wesker did this, Chris." Sheva continues, trying to get him off you. "Let's finish this... for (Y/N)."

That seemed to catch Chris's attention, the man pulling away and standing up. He wipes his eyes and looks down at you, the one he loves the most....

"(Y/N), stay safe. A safety team will pick you up."

Chris then smiles towards you. It starts loving... then distorts to unhinged. He was going to end this.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine... I'll serve you Wesker's head on a platter."

That threat echoes in your ears. While Chris walks away with Sheva, you're left with your skin crawling at his tone. He was so sinster....

You worry for Chris's mental health. He was bad before, now he's even worse. All this bioweapon nonsense was wearing his rational mind down.

Part of you wishes him luck. The other hopes you can finally part ways in peace. You have a feeling Chris would never leave your life until the end of it, however....

Love him or hate him... he still felt like part of you.

He saved you even after everything... now you don't think you can hate him fully.

He loves you, always will.

No matter what he does to keep you by him, morally correct or not, he's your only sense of normalcy.

Perhaps that's why you still love him... and he's obsessed with you.

You both wish for normalcy.

[tohisprettyc00l]

Fandoms I write for:

The Owl House: Luz, Amity, Hunter, Willow, Eda, Raine, Edric, Emira, Vee Plationicly: Collector, Lilith, Gus

Fionna and Cake/Adventure Time: Marceline (and The Star), Princess Bubblegum (and Candy Queen and Vampworld Bubble Gum), Fionna, Simon, the Winter King, Marshall Lee, Gary Prince, Adult Finn, Scarab, Prismo, Fern

The Amazing Digital Circus: Pomni, Jax, Ragatha, Kinger, Gangle, Zooble, Caine,

Fnaf: Security Breach: Sundrop, Moondrop, Eclipse, Roxy, Glamrock Chica, Glamrock Freddy, Monty, Vannesa/ Vanny,

(more to come!)

Rules: I will write soft yandere. No abuse towards the reader or character from the reader or character. NO NSFW no matter what.

Master lists:

The Owl House 2

Fionna and Cake/ Adventure time

The Amazing Digital Circus

Fnaf:SB

[nicktremblaywayfu]

The Goddess tied our fate (2/2)

Chapter 2 : At Last We're Finally Together

Author Note : I want Arthur and Ammit to wreck my ass at the same time so there you go Ammit fucking you using Arthurs body and somehow lowkey forced you both into an intercourse. Also Post-asylum Harrow

Summary : Your Internship has ended, adding a worth experience note in your work cv. Despite all the treatment you gave to Arthur, including fulfilling his lust almost every night, his goddess wasn't still satisfied.

Rating : 18+ (Adults Only !)

Pairing : Ammit/Reader/Arthur Harrow

Characters : Arthur Harrow, Ammit, You (reader)

Tags and Warning : Dubcon, Body possession, a hint of Ammit wanting the reader in THAT way, the reader is early 20s, Porn with semi-plot, Older man/Younger woman, age differences, height differences, power play, emotional manipulation, hair pulling, using threats, trespassing, yandere coded, possessive, fingering, oral (female receiving)

Words : 4045

Available on Ao3 as well

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You packed your stuff in your room, one of the few last things to do here. Your internship was over and the hospital was satisfied with your work. Especially in handling Arthur and had calmed his episodes of misery, they praised you for your hard job. The fact that they have no idea how you do that was a miracle. He was declared to be legally sane, though you doubted that. Somehow you wondered if they manipulated his data to cover up the true suffering he had deep inside. He was still sick, but he was good at masking it. He may look fine but the reality was the contrary. He was still far from being okay.

However, considering at least half of the hospital staff were his followers, judging from them having similar sigil on their wrist, maybe they would handle him even if he was away from the hospital. You decided to let them do their job, it would make your head dizzy thinking how complex it could be. Besides they must need their goddess inside him. Just for both her and his sake they took them away from the public world. 

No fund was needed in his treatment, as two men were generous enough to pay. In fact, it was them who put him in this hospital for his well-being. Although strangely, you only saw one man despite him filling in two names. Perhaps for his friend that was shy to show up ? You wished you could know these generous men better.

The farewell was not big, but the staff were kind enough to give you a small farewell gift. A necklace with golden scarab pendant, lapis lazuli sphere decorating the center of it. Too fancy for a little gift. Must be from their beloved leader that was for sure. 

But you can't resist the beauty of it. It fitted perfectly on you like it was meant to be  

You took a last glance at the hospital before driving home, and the next thing you need to know is finding a real job to fill your stomach and pay the bills. 

Oh to think it must be nice living in Harrow's cult. You called it a cult, he called it a community. But technically it was still a cult, even if it was too nice to be called as such. They didn't need much money in their wallet as almost everything was produced in their own village. Vegetables, meat, some of them even able to build their own energy source. No need to work from 9 to 5 for a minimum wage, just living happily and helpful.

The road was busy with the sunlight temperature being mild. Not as cold as fall, not as hot as summer. A perfect temperature. People minding their own business, their jobs. Parents walking down the street with their children, couples hugging each other after long time no see. A thought of your mind picturing Arthur sitting on the passenger’s seat striked you. 

You shook your head, you doubted that your feelings were involved. Yes you had done countless sexual activity for him but that was for his sake to be given mercy by whatever creature inside him. Your farewell with him wasn't filled with teary eyes anyway. Just casually bidding a bye as he was picked up by his followers.

Although one stranger did ask his whereabouts, a man with a similar face with the one that funded his treatment. He drove a limousine, like picking up a world-level celebrity. The hospital staff were suspicious about him, lies were emitted hoping it would save their leader from that man, whoever he might be. He glanced at you for a while before going inside his limo and left without any words.

And just like that, the only thing left in front of you was the gust of wind dancing with the fallen leaves.

After what you felt like a long journey on the road filled with busy humans, you finally reached your house. It was not big, but enough to put your head under the roof sheltering you from snow or rain. Series of clicking unlocked the door, and a poorly lit room greeted you with a little bit of sunlight as its main light source.

You inhaled, air coming inside your lung filling the emptiness inside of you. You would definitely miss the crowd of the asylum.

And you were not the only one missing something right now.

You freezed like a cold cobblestone statue in the winter, looking at the sight served in front of you.

A man that is no other than Arthur Harrow himself, sitting on a small sofa. Book of your personal journal opened in his hand, the witness of whatever he did in your house.

“I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His blue eyes felt like speaking as well.

“I- we just couldn’t. We couldn’t just let you leave like that.” He slowly stood up, putting your journal on the coffee table.

“And what does that mean by all this? What are you doing in my house?” Your hands snaked to your pocket, looking for your card knife.

“No no, wait, please, I don't mean to hurt you.” He marched towards you and wrapped around your body with his hands, hugging you tight as your card knife dropped from your hold.

“I’m sorry I have to come like this but I promise you, we meant no harm.”

“Arthur Harrow, you just trespassed someone’s house ! Tell me a reason why i shouldn’t call the police for you action-”

“BECAUSE IF YOU DO, HE WILL BE THE ONE SUFFERED ! ” Thundering voice shocked you to the point your body met the surface of the floor.

Your breath was shaky, eyes widened with what you saw. A fury on his eyes, hands opened acting like a claw. And you thought she was calmed after all you did for her human.

Within a second, his expression changed. Anger turned into worry, fuming reddening face has faded with a drop of tear fallen.

“Are- are you alright ? I’m sorry, I'm terribly sorry.” Arthur helped you to get up, making you sit on the sofa comfortably.

Your legs felt like jelly, you even needed to hold on the table to stand before. Mouth even too weak to say something for a moment.

“Listen, I know you won’t forgive me for this, for trespassing your house, I know and I understand. But I need you to know that I can't just leave you.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, it would be sweet if there was no demon inside him.

“You’re not healed yet, Arthur. How could you even declared as legally sane was still beyond my understanding.”

“Because she was not an illness. She is a goddess. My goddess. She was truly trapped inside my body. Please, listen and believe me.” He pleaded, voice cracked as he was about to cry.

“Then prove it. Last time you told me she couldn’t show up fully because the world could no longer know her whereabouts, nor her existence. Now, there’s just the two of us.” You gave him a sharp, serious gaze. You really meant it and demanded proof.

Arthur looked down for a moment, sighed then looked upon your eyes.

“Please be gentle with her.”

He was not talking to you.

He steadied his breath, stroking your hair softly. Only for a few seconds later the soft gentle strokes turned into a rough, hard grasp tugging at your hair.

“After these times, you still doubted me, mortal ? If I wasn't trapped in this disgusting flesh prison, I'd show my fangs close enough for you to see that I am , in fact, real.” The Goddess inside Arthur tugged your hair hard enough, forcing you to face the ceiling above.

“Oh I hope this was proof for you because I do not wish to punish your fragile human body. But justice still needs to be served and I need to know your fates as well your sins before I can officially declare you as a good person.” She chuckled in a sinister way. Letting go of your hurted scalp from the tug, she grabbed both of your hands and put both on Arthur’s.

Both of you looked at the swinging scales on Arthur’s wrist, scaling your fates, your sins, as well your good deeds.The more you struggled to let go, the tighter she held your hands.

Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, finally the scales have decided.

A deep, dark green hue shown on the scale. The color of good deeds. The color of balance.

“Well deserved, even though you doubted me before.” She smirked widely, then let Arthur take control of his body again.

The way he looked, reminding you of a sad, lost puppy in the middle of rain. He looked at his scales, still in green hue.

“I know you are a good person. I never judged you before, because I just know from my deepest heart you never meant any harm especially to us.” He smiled at you, a hint of sadness behind the curve. You were still in shock, not knowing what to do nor to say. Perhaps you shouldn't take the internship program in that damned asylum. Maybe if you never knew him, you would never be dragged into this kind of shit show.

“Don’t leave us. Please.” Arthur held both of your hands tightly.

“Not with my life being threatened, Arthur.”

“I know, I promise that was the last time. Please, I'm begging you.”

“Please. Please, I'm begging you. Please, stay with me.” He bowed his head down to your hands.

“I’m sorry. Please, I'm begging you right now.” His voice was shaking, as you felt your hands getting a bit wet.

You sighed, giving time for your mind to decide. It was not like you couldn’t take care of him. It was what inside him that worried you.

“Do you truly have a heart to refuse his beg? This man right now genuinely enjoins you, mortal.” Wrists were painful as she took control of him for a moment, grasping you mercilessly.

“Very well. I will. I will stay just for you.” You leaned in, kissing Arthur’s hair softly. His hair was softer now, although it didn't smell like fragrant shampoo nor smell bad. Just smell like him. The scent that you were familiar with.

Arthur brought his head up to see you. Pitiful red eyes with his cheek turned into a river stream of his tears. You furrowed your brows as well pressing your lips together, hoping you won’t regret this life-time commitment.

“Thank you. Thank you, I owe you everything.” He stood up a bit to hug you so tight that you struggled to breathe a bit.

He was once ambitious, some even called him a ruthless man. Now he was completely broken. Living as a live prison for a damned goddess. He sat next to you, calming his weep. You stroked his back, trying your best to comfort him. Never in your life have you seen this man so emotional. So fragile. Fragile like a thin porcelain that was broken, now forced to hold itself with just a drop of glue.

He leaned on you, head resting on your shoulder. There was silence for a few minutes, a space for your both minds. It was far from awkward silence, yet you couldn’t say this is a comforting one as well. Just silence.

“I hope you liked the gift from me.” He glanced at your golden shining necklace.

“I do. I really love it. Thanks, Arthur.”

He smiled softly.

“The necklace was found in 334 BC. It belonged to a high priestess in that era. Forged by the best blacksmith and given to her as a gift that she has helped Ammit gathered hundreds of her followers. Wise and charismatic, the necklace was the witness of her kindness.”

“And now, it was bestowed by you.” he lifted his head to face you fully.

“We want you to have it. Your soul truly reminded us of her.”

He pulled his face closer to you, an inch away from your mouth.

“Stay with us, and we shall guarantee you will be treated much even better than how the high priestess treated in royalty. With this necklace as a symbol that you belong to us only. Be at our side. Be with us forever.” Arthur then put your hands together and kissed your knuckles gently.

“And I swear to Ammit your stomach will always be full, your head will be sheltered from rain, and your body will always be covered in excellent garments. What do you say?” Oh how could you say no with him then calling your name, whispering it like a magical chant.

“My answer remains the same. I will stay with you.” The space between you two was getting smaller.

“Forever?”

“Whatever you wished, Arthur.” 

Felt like you were hypnotized answering it.

“Then so be it.” He leaned in, forehead touching each other. You closed your eyes as well with him, trying to learn that now you have to love him.

And suddenly, Arthur striked your lips with his. Hands on your cheek, forcing you into a deep, passionate kiss. You struggled to breathe with the sudden kiss.You tried to pull out from his kiss, only to hear an animalistic heavy growl from him. 

“What the fuck are you doing Arthur ?!” You slapped him, then rubbed the spit he left on your lips with your sleeve.

“That- that wasn’t me.” He stood up, trembling with fear.

“I would never force you to do that.” His expression was too genuine to be faked.

“That was me, coward.” His body stiffen with veins showing on his neck. eyes shone purple for a second.

“You have laid with her many times yet you were scared even just to kiss her right now. I did not let you live just so you couldn’t initiate to achieve your dream. It was always me who made the first move. Might as well take her as my lover if you keep being this coward, Harrow.” 

You were practically cornered in your own sofa, body sinking like hoping you could escape into nothingness.

“You were a coward, but I shall be generous enough to let you speak and see it by yourself.” And just by that, Arthur gained his consciousness once again. Except all his limbs and his body were lost from his control.

“My goddess, please don’t hurt her.” He pleaded as his body moved against his will.

Ammit didn’t answer as she kept holding the wheel steer of his body. His hand involuntarily cornering you more, trapping you in your very own house. All of what Arthur did to you was never truly out of his control despite it being his body. In another word, you were about to be fucked by two person at the same time in one body.

He then bit your neck, putting you in a choke hold both metaphorically and literally. Your neck being devoured would surely leave a deep red mark, with his hand now creeping under your shirt. You tried to push his hand away yet his bite only got harder.

“Stay still.” His voice was mixed with a godly lady heavy and hoarse voice.

“ I’m sorry.” Now his voice was what you usually hear from him. His real voice.

It was easy to tell apart who was who speaking to you.

His hand creeped inside, finding the bra you were wearing. He unclasped it on your back, lifting it inside your shirt and started playing with your breast.

“Arthur-” You almost choked on your own spit as you felt your nipples hardened.

“Forgive me. I truly didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh you’re lucky to be controlled by me. I know how to please her more than you thought.” She let out a deep, velvety animalistic chuckle. Like how you would imagine a crocodile laughing.

She continuously rubbed your nipple slowly, letting it pop on each stroke of Arthur’s thumb.

Still in Ammit's control, Arthur kept assaulting your neck with his mouth. He could not deny that he enjoyed it, but not the way that you were threatened. Yet what can he do anyway? The fact she let him get his full consciousness was more than generous enough.

After what felt like hours, he let go of your reddening, almost in purple hue hickies. His drool streaming down to your collarbone. Arthur started to unbutton your shirt, so eagerly like the goddess inside him couldn’t wait any longer. He tossed your shirt as well your bra to the floor, leaving your chest bare and hanging as a view. Despite the number you have been doing with him, he never ceases to be amazed with your body. It always felt like the first time. 

Like a hungry crocodile hatchling, he clinged his mouth to your breast, with his hands supporting his weight and the other paying with your other breast. His growls matched your pant, trying to endure the sensation. He sucked on your breast like always been yearning for it.

Lips pressed firmly against your sensitive nipples as he sucked and licked them. His tongue sliding along your hard nipple until you screamed loudly as his teeth sank on it, biting you slightly. A loud moan escaped your lips, causing him to suck harder, and then he bit you deeper.

"There's no need to resist you two mortals. None of you could lie to my face." Involuntarily, Arthur grabbed your throat and choked you.

The strength of his arm muscle mixed with the force of Ammit made your head get lighter. He then kissed you again, having no choice but to succumb and let her enjoy your mouth using his body. You gave up, limping as Arthur devoured your lips. Tongue dancing to each other as he kept eating you. 

After it was satisfying for the goddess inside of him, Arthur pulled out the kiss. String of saliva connected both of your tongues, showing how you have mixed your mouth fluid with his. You inhaled deeply, exhaling with relief that you could breathe. 

Arthur reached your pants eagerly, with you stopping him.

"Ammit, I need to talk to you." You looked at Arthur's eye sharply.

"Do you truly wish to resist furthermore, human?" She spoke.

"Do we really need to do this? I have done enough for Arthur and the promise was you to let him live in peace. Is this what you call peace?" Just after you finished your words, she laughed loudly and tilted Arthur's head.

"Oh dear, are you really thinking I'm doing this solely because of my wish? Tell her, Harrow. Tell her the truth. Tell her why you couldn't stop thinking about her so that you came here." His expression dropped as she gave him control again.

He closed his eyes for a moment, pressing his lips.

"I'm sorry. What Ammit said was true. It was my wish to make love with you again." Arthur softly stroked your cheek.

"But I didn't wish to end up like this. Do I really have the choice to disobey? She has my body and now I can't even move my own limbs. Please, tell her if you wish to stop. I'd deal with the consequences just for you to be safe, you don't have to worry about me." His eyes began to tear.

"I will be fine." Sometimes the whisper of gossip that he was manipulative was true or not.

You did not answer for a moment. Rather, you took off your pants completely, spreading your legs for him to see your vagina bare and whole.

"You could've told me from the beginning, Arthur." You gestured to him as an invitation.

Arthur truly couldn't lie to his lust. He swallowed his spit looking at your pussy, wet and slick with the juice dripping. Like knowing as he rubbed it with his thumb, his fingers gently caressing your outer lips. You mewled as he began pumping you with two of his digits, deep against your inner canal. But he saved it for his mouth.

You saw Arthur closing his eyes as he placed his tongue on your opening. He sucked, moving his mouth, now tongue dancing with your clit.

"Arthur- Fuck !" How do you tell Ammit that she does really know how to please you using his body?

He kissed, ate, and licked your pussy. Your lubricated vagina was mixed with his spit. His whole tongue covering your lower lips, licking it whole. Oh it was just the beginning and he was drunk like you were an alcohol for him. He put his tongue inside you again, licking you clean insides while his finger continued to rub your clit mercilessly. 

This is exactly how he wished to do after last night's wet dream he got. He did not have the courage to ask, but Ammit did not care about his doubts.

He kept sucking your pussy as his tongue went inside you, teasing you. At the end you wanted more and more. So much more than just his tongue. You moaned so loud, feeling the pleasure of your orgasm coming up, ready to burst.

And when he felt it, he pulled out of you. He carried you from the sofa, putting you on the large coffee table causing mess and everything fell from the surface.

Arthur looked at you, in a form of mix between sad, lust, and eagerness. he pulled his pants down, letting his cock revealed in full glory. Throbbing and veiny, ready to meet your entranceHe lifted your knees, positioning you at the entrance. He put one leg over his shoulder as the other being held, guiding himself to your hole. He let go both of your elevated thighs, placing both of his palms on top of your hips, pushing you deeper into him.

Both of his arms holding your waist as he pushed himself into you, your hands forming a fist enduring his girth. Your breathing became more shallow, and your heart beating faster.

He leaned closer, supporting himself. He looked at your face, reddening cheek with tears falling down. He swore to Ammit that this intercourse felt like the first time.

“Oh my goddess-” His chest puffed and collapsed as he tried to adjust his breath with his lust.

As he rocked in and out of you, his hips thrusting in a fast pace. You panted and moaned loudly, some of them were half emitted curses Some of them were pleas. All of them were filled with ecstasy. The fact that you were being fucked mercilessly on your coffee table was the least thing you expected today. The sight of your tits bouncing from the pace only to make both Arthur and Ammit eager to fuck you harder and rougher than before.

"Arthur" You tried to speak between your breaths.

"Slow down, i'm gonna-" You couldn't speak a whole sentence fully.

Instead, he held your waists and fastened his pace. He was destroying your pussy, head thrown back with mewl turned into short screams.

Finally, you let yourself out. Shaking and trying to gain your full consciousness after being wrecked by him. You were caught off-guard with him suddenly rocking you again, for Arthur to reach his climax. He snaked his arms behind your back for support, hugging you as he let himself out filling you inside. He caught his breath, feeling how his seeds were spilling from your hole. He pulled away, releasing his grip around you.

You limped on the table, energy drained by the intercourse. You probably needed assistance to walk properly for a few hours.

Arthur fell on the floor, gaining his full control once again. He looked at his hands, then looked at you.

“What have I done..” He pulled some tissue that the box fell on the floor, rubbed you clean from his own seeds. 

He carried you, letting you lay on his lap. You were really tired, exhausted that you couldn't say anything. 

As you looked at Arthur, you heard the familiar whisper.

“You belong to us forever, mortal.”

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[platinumrosetail]

Adventure time + Fiona and cake masterlist:

Ideas:

All:

Finn:

Jake:

Winter king:

Simon petrikov:

Prince gumball:

Marshall Lee:

Yandere!Marshal x reader who tries to escape part 2, yandere human!marshall x reader who tries to escape part 2

Flame Prince:

Hunson abadeer:

Prismo:

Scarab:

Others: