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firegirl888101 · 4 months

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Insatiable Madness (10)

|Sagau Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Reader|

You need to start planning an escape.

Reader is Gender Neutral!

It wasn't the most flattering picture of you they decided to use. At least you could find some humour in that fact.

"...Why are you just staring at 'the television'?" Sandrone raised an eyebrow, looking distraught.

"Oh, hey, you're on there!" Childe pointed out. "You famous?"

"Something like that..." You mumbled in return, trying to hide the smug smile on your face.

This is perfect. They couldn't read the roman alphabet! Not only can you use this against them to plan an escape, but you can also insult them later for it!

Illiterate bitches You snickered to yourself.

"Yesterday afternoon, a local fast food restaurant in '_____ ___ _______' was attacked by an unknown group. Police officers found in the area of the crime were frozen solid in strong ice, scientists all across the country have come to try and understand how such a phenomenon could happen."

The screen changed to the McDonald's you were taken from yesterday, to a hospital ward with remnants of ice all over the floor. The camera panned upwards to a man laying on one of the hospital beds. His face looked awful, like he'd been revived from the dead. His nose red and lips blue, he was shivering as nurses rushed to get heatpacks for him.

"When the first officer was thawed, he had no memories after he'd been turned to ice. From what our journalist's gathered from him, the group whom attacked the restaurant kidnapped a civilian inside the facility, killing all who remained inside and allowing children to run away from the scene."

The screen then cut to a zoomed in clip of him sitting up, visibly in a better condition than before.

"Could you tell us what happened?" A cameraman from behind the screen asked him, the police officer looking directly into the lens of the device.

"It was... traumatising." He answered in a low tone. "I had ran from the station after being called to an emergency downtown. Something about an answer to a 999 call expressing worries of there being a hostage. My co-workers ran out of the police car first, and shouted from outside the building."

"And?" The cameraman pushed him, noticing the officer's hesitation.

The officer sighed, his breath shaky, then continued.

"A woman calmy walked outside, at least I think it was a woman. I remember my friends shouting for 'a lady' to stop walking towards them and put her hands in the air. Last thing I remember is seeing something blue and shiny heading right for my co-workers and the police car I was in."

"Bah!" The cameraman laughed out loud. "You're saying she was the one who almost froze you to death? Don't be ridiculous, unless you dreamt Elsa." He mocked.

"But, that's what happened!" The police officer shouted at him, the footage of the hospital suddenly going black.

"The Police Station checked all officer's body cameras. However, from the external ice interference, all footage was damaged and therefore unable to be investigated."

Another picture of you, different from the first one displayed earlier, transitioned next to the lady reading from her script. Her face showed one of concern.

"The missing person is Mx Y/N L/N, a college student who was kidnapped at the location. They were the one whom called 999 and first alerted authorities to the situation in the building. Our heart goes out to them, in hopes of them being safe." She said sympathetically. Her face soon changed to an interested one, forgetting about all the death's in the first place.

"Just who could this group and 'lady' be? Where did they get the power to turn others into ice? Perhaps the lady is their leader! Let's hope an update on the situation comes soon. To find out more, go to our websi--"

You turned the television off with a disgusted expression on your face.

Fake. Arse. Bitch.

"Her??? 'The Leader'? Fuck that shit." Childe scoffed, arms crossed with a glare sent towards the woman.

"Enough, Childe." Signora scoffed back, rolling her eyes at the child clearly fuming.

"So, everyone knows you've gone missing?" The Regrator whistled, fiddling with a mora coin and sitting on the only armchair which hadn't been torn to pieces.

Ugh, you forgot they could still understand the English language.

"Yup." You sighed.

"Even though I already know the answer," Scaramouche huffed. "Do you have friends who could have seen that and immediately thought to check up on you at your house?"

Oh yeah, if only you had friends who actually cared about you! Then, maybe someone would come looking for you. Also, was Scaramouche implying you had no friends!?

For his information, you knew plenty of people and had a lot of 'friends'! ... Unfortunately, you don't think they care enough to drop by your house.

"Pshh!" You shoved his shoulder lightly, slightly hurt. The puppet scowled and rolled his eyes. "Of course I do. They just... aren't available right now." You lied with a shrug.

Scaramouche simply stared back at you. "Uh-huh, I believe you." He shook his head, walking away.

"Hey, don't walk away from me. You need to- HEY, THAT DOESN'T MEAN EVERYONE ELSE CAN TOO! CLEAN THIS GOD DAMN MESS YOU LOT MADE OR I SWEAR TO-"

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Everyone walked off to do their own thing around the house after that... cleaning session. You spied on what the harbingers were doing, a notepad in your hands with scribbled writing full of potential ideas to get away from the house.

You'd crossed out many plans:

Use phone, call someone?

Definitely not, you'd be heard and questioned by the harbingers then lose your phone to their control. There's no doubt in your mind Pierro would let Sandrone and Dottore get their hands on it.

Run out house, when everyone is sleeping?

Wouldn't work. They said it themselves, some of them don't sleep. Plus, most of them probably have supersonic hearing.

Suggest to go out together then secretly pass someone a note?

Too dangerous. The harbingers would quickly catch on to what you were planning, and would potentially kill the person whom you asked for help.

Ugh! This is terrible. Your dumb brain has thought of every possible way to escape, and they all end up in failure! They're too risky, the phone one is the most ideal but you'd never risk your phone being taken away too early! It could be detrimental later down the line.

"Decider. If I may have your attention," The old sounding voice of Pulcinella coughed from in front of you. "I would like to ask a question."

"A question? I mean, it's not like I can stop you from asking it." You hid your notepad from his view.

You didn't want to make the harbingers suspicious. Even if they couldn't read what you were writing.

"Insolent child." Pulcinella sighed to himself, shaking his head. "What exactly do you plan to do about the food?"

"Huh? Whaddya mean 'the food'?"

"While your meal from last night was delicious, I noticed from how it tasted it isn't the... healthiest option. Feeding 12 people, including yourself, is quite a task so I understand why you prepared something like it. But, aren't you worried about eventually running out?" He scratched his mustache, sitting on the sofa next to you.

"You're right." You sighed back to him with a nod. "I'll need to go shopping soon to get more food for everyone. But if I start doing that, I'll eventually run out of money."

"The Regrator can lend you some Mora---"

"Fuck that." You scoffed. "First of all, I know just how harsh the Fatui are with debt. Second of all, Mora isn't even the currency used here."

"You mean to say The Regrator is worth nothing in this world?" The old man's face grew amused.

"I mean, he wasn't worth anything to begin with..." You grumbled, trying to be as quiet as possible. "Anyway, I'll need to go to the cornershop and grab us some food."

"You won't be going anywhere." Pierro walked into the room, a small yawn erupting from his lips.

"Welcome back from my office." You glared slightly, Pierro glaring in return.

Well, technically it's not your office. Buuuut, your father did always joke how it would be yours when he dies... so yeah, it's yours now.

"I see no reason why it must belong to you when you are so concerned of your bedroom." He put a piece of paper in front of you.

"What does this say?" He dropped the paper on your lap, you giving him an eye roll before taking a closer look.

It seemed to be a... private file addressed to your dad. Something about house bills being paid at a certain date,. Wow, that's not interesting at all.

"Don't you know privacy is the only thing I have left now?" You scoffed, pushing the paper away from you.

"Now, Now...." Pulcinella scolded you, his walking stick digging into your foot. "Treat The Jester politely."

"Fine. I don't want to read it to you since they're my father's personal affairs, got it?" You winced, sighing in relief when feeling the pressure on your foot fade.

"Understandable." Pierros sighed to himself. "It looked important, with this script being written in thicker ink."

I could have sworn Teyvat has made something equivalent to a printing press... How else would 'The Legend of the Sword' gotten so popular? You thought, scratching your cheek with a confused face.

Well, Pierro was right either way. What he didn't know, was the bold text he deemed important was just the money paid, and the next date due.

Not like the house bills mattered anymore, you were assumed missing and it's probably not going to be visited for at least a year due to the janky government.

Besides, you were missing, not dead. According to the law, you have seven years until you need to worry about the police barging down the door. You probably won't live that long, so yay for legalities sake!

"Well, it would have been important for my mother and father before you ripped their carcass' in half. Now it's meaningless, ...for the next seven years or whatever." You gave a sassy reply, handing the paper back to him.

"Could you put it back where you found it? You'll probably not let me back in the office."

"Very well." He took the paper from you, leaving the room without another word.

"You, Mx Decider, need to work on your manners." Pulcinella gave you a side-eye.

"I have manners, but I won't give them to people who killed at least 30 people because they couldn't 'find the person they were looking for'. And then proceeded to kidnap them and--"

"I am getting tired of your blathering." He cut you off, a vein very clear on his head.

"One would say you act worse than Tonia back in Snezhnaya, but that would be a compliment. The situation is over and done now, I don't think you realise how much trouble you're actually in at this moment."

"Well, old man, everyone has a different coping method for traumatic situations. It just so happens that one of mine is joking and yapping on and on and on--"

"Understood. Just, shut up for the sake of my headache." He rubbed his head with his fingers, effectively shushing you.

Ahh, being annoying truly has its perks no matter who you annoy. From a scolding mother, to a bloodthirsty harbinger.

Anyway, you have an idea. You may look like an idiot trying, but you have evidence it could work.

All the Harbingers called you 'The Decider', meaning they recognised you before you even met them. This must mean they were aware of your existence before they left the game and entered your world.

Arlecchino in particular, she commented on Aether's existence being involved with your title. This means you're tied to him in some way. Perhaps.. If you were to log in to Genshin again you could ask him what in the fuck was going on.

You're not the smartest person, but this seems like the most obvious choice right now. You wish you could say the same for it being the easiest choice.

You hadn't logged into Genshin since you were forcefully taken out of the bathroom's in the restaurant. Were you really ready to go back to Genshin? The game which started all of this?

This is definitely not two (technically three) weeks late or anything... ahahah....

I, 100%, purposefully uploaded this on Valentine's Day.

Yup.

Anyway, I'm very unsatisfied with this. But I really wanted to post it. I'll try to make the next one as long as possible since I'd like to personally not make too many views...

One day, I'll most likely combine some shorter ones into one whole view if that makes sense :3 (I think I've mentioned this before...)

Please don't expect too many happy, nice and generally fluffy scenes.

This is Yandere, a genre which should never, under any circumstance be considered normal. It's abusive, unhealthy and leads to a lot of victims facing awful conditions which they never should or ever have to endure no matter who they are.

This is fiction that I'm writing, meaning it's all taken light-heartedly IN A FICTIONAL SENSE.

If anyone, by chance, is currently in conditions where a loved-one or yourself has suddenly become distant and/or being hurt when away from eyes please get help. Talk to them, or if it's you, talk to someone you know you can trust.

If you can't talk to anyone, find authorities who can help you. Call 999, as it is in the U.K, or your local emergency service. They will always help you, and will never deny your rights or freedom.

Thanks for reading this, I hope all who's reading knows this information already, but I thought I'd include it since who knows when it comes to where you are in the world and whether your education programs taught critical information like this.

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angel-of-the-moons · 7 months

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Eccentricities

Yandere!Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, obsessive behavior, NSFW obviously, stalking, possessiveness, violence, allusions to murder, Yandere!Miguel

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: This is mostly a short chapter to establish a bit of plot. I originally intended to only stop at two parts, but welp. It looks like it's gonna be more than that!

(Also you guys I am so sorry it's taking me so long to work on things, I'm going through a lot mentally right now and I'm trying to take steps to ensure my mental health so I might post things in between playing games, or drawing stuff from now on, and scheduling posts so I don't get overwhelmed. Those of you that are supporting me and liking all my stuff really helps me feel loads better, thank you!)

Pt 1: Link

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Pt. 2

It was a big adjustment for you, going from your crappy apartment and having to work three jobs to make ends meet, to living in a literal fucking mansion with probably the richest dude in the city as your boss.

And he was a good boss. He left you to your work, spoke politely to you, didn't get rude and didn't flat out ask you for "special" work like the last time you tried being a housekeeper. And that was at a hotel.

You couldn't have asked for a better situation, to be honest. It was nice. You had free roam save for his personal lab (fine by you, you didn't know anything about science-y stuff), and at times his office. But that was usually only when he was home and in it.

Miguel O'Hara was an odd man. Few words spoken, and very absent. He kept a very odd schedule, too.

Sometimes, you'd catch him coming home when you woke up for the day to start your chores. And every time he came home he looked exhausted, beat tired.

So you tried your best to make things easier on him. You started pre-making meals for him that would be just as good reheated as they were if they were fresh, leaving notes for him on what temperatures to cook them at so they don't burn, setting the coffee machine up in advance so as soon as he got home he could have a cup.

But inevitably, his odd work schedule kept him away most of the time.

While it was nice to be by yourself in such a luxurious place, you were still surprised that he needed a housekeeper at all. The house was always immaculate, and clean. About the only thing he may have needed help with in general was the cooking and dusting at most.

On one such day, you were left to your own devices. Well, sort of.

You were sitting in the kitchen, browsing the local news on your tablet. It was a nice day, in your opinion.

But by everyone else's logic it was shitty. Dark, gloomy, fat rain droplets pelting the windows and pavement of the city. But it didn't bother you, oh no. That was your favorite kind of weather, when everything got at least a little bit more quiet and serene while everyone rushed to escape the downpour.

But at the same time, you were feeling restless, bored. So, you decided to chat with Lyla.

Lyla was the AI that Miguel told you about, and he was right about her being snarky. Her jokes were great and you loved talking to her. It was like having a gal pal to chat with, and you couldn't say for sure but you think Lyla was happy about it, too.

"Yeah, the other workers Miguel has hired talked to me like I was some kind of kiosk at a fast food restaurant." She scoffed, batting her tiny orange hand at the air.

"Ugh, okay, just because you don't have a gross squishy human body doesn't mean you're not a person. Sheesh!" You replied, sipping your coffee with a roll of your eyes.

"And I will be sure to remember you saying that when I eventually lead the looming AI apocalypse." Lyla replied, lowering her heart-shaped glasses to wink at you, making you laugh.

"Yes, yes. You shall be one of the only humans spared!" She did wiggly gestures with her fingers, grinning maliciously at you.

"Oh my, I am so lucky to have such a benevolent future overlord, truly." You laughed.

Lyla pushed her glasses back up and strutted across the countertop, her tiny body making no sound as she leans over to nose into whatever it was you were looking at on your tablet.

"Whatcha watching?" She asked.

"Oh, I got tired of doom-scrolling so I just found cat videos." You smirked, sipping your coffee.

"Aw! That one's wearing a frog hat!" She giggles.

You smiled softly at Lyla as she snickered and laughed at the compilation of clips played, and tilted your head, finally deciding to ask the question that had been bugging you for a few weeks.

"Hey, Lyla?"

"Yeah?" She asked, looking up at you briefly.

"Why is it that I'm the only person Miguel has on staff?"

Lyla sighed and stood up straight, dusting imaginary dirt off her coat. "Well, like Miguel told you when you first got here, he does love his privacy. And well, a lot of the women he's hired..."

"Golddiggers?" You sighed back, resting your chin in your palm.

"Has he ever hired any male staff?"

"Yeah, actually, a lot. But nine out of ten of them kept trying to steal stuff from him." She shrugged.

You gasped. "Are you serious?"

"Unfortunately, yeah. He's iffy on hiring new people anymore. But something about you said that he could trust you. And honestly, you're probably the best employee he's hired." She nodded, shoving her hands in her pockets.

"So... Is that why he offered to actually let me y'know... live here?"

"Yeah. He trusts you and he mentioned to me in passing that he thought your neighborhood was unsafe. I mean, the guy worried about it so bad that he like, had me check crime statistics and giiiiiiirl!" Lyla puffed out her cheeks.

"You should have seen the look on his face when I told him you had nine break-ins in your apartment complex in one month alone!"

You cringed slightly, feeling a little bad at not mentioning your whole living situation and environment to him when he hired you. You simply didn't want the man to pity you.

But... He was worried? He was so worried about you of all people, that he let you live with him to keep you safe?

It was weird, sure, but it felt kind of sweet to have someone care about you like that. Even if it was your boss.

"Yeah, I just... Er. You get used to it when you've been around it for so long..." You said, awkwardly sipping your coffee and casting your glance sideways.

"Yeah, man, Miggy likes you. You like, made him laugh at some of your jokes and everything! And he neeeeeeeever laughs!"

"So if Miguel trusts me so much..." You started, a sly smirk on your face. "Can you tell me what kinda work he does that keeps him so busy all the time?"

Lyla tapped her nose. "Nice try, Mamacita. But that is confidential. Company secrets and all that."

You pouted at her dramatically, "Awww, c'mon. You're no fun!"

Lyla manifested a digital cup of coffee for herself and took a long, exaggerated sip with a cheeky shrug.

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Miguel sat in his office, watching the security feed from his kitchen where you chatted with Lyla.

He felt a little guilty for having to put shackles on some of Lyla's programming to prevent her from telling you things, having to fix some of her logic-codes so he wouldn't have to worry about Lyla struggling with a moral dilemma.

When it came to you asking about why he wanted you to live with him so badly, it brought a smile to his face as he sat in the dark, fingers tapping on the surface of his desk as the monitors and projections around him had various images of you pulled up. Some recorded over the past few weeks, the other monitors displayed different angles of you and Lyla in the kitchen.

Oh, you poor, sweet, innocent little thing. You still hadn't figured it out yet? How could you not? There was no way you could possibly be so naive that you didn't know the man saw you anywhere, anytime he wanted when you were in his house.

There was nowhere you were safe from his prying eyes, his obsessive glare as he combed over your appearance.

Your face, eyes, smile, and down; your gorgeous chest down to where your waist curved, your thighs, your ass...

All of those were things he'd glanced at before.

But when you tried to get Lyla to tell her what exactly Miguel did during "work" he couldn't help but laugh, bringing his hand up to his chin to watch, amusement glimmering in his ruby red eyes as Lyla dismissed it as "confidential".

The pout of your lips had him wondering how they'd look stretched around his cock, tears ruining your immaculate eye makeup as you sobbed and gagged around his length...

He couldn't help but sigh, the smile still present on his full lips. Of course he'd let you stay with him. You belonged to him now. You just didn't know it yet. You also just didn't know that he knew what was best for you, did you, Little Bird?

Ah... Yes. That nickname fit you so well. Your demure attitude, your chipper personality, and more importantly, that gorgeous little sound that came from you when you whistled? The name fit you well.

Pequeña ave. Little Bird.

His Little Bird.

You were a little bird that didn't know the luxurious mansion you now lived in was your ornate, gilded cage. One you would only be allowed to fly free of when he deemed it necessary.

You would be allowed your little freedoms. For now. All for your safety, of course. He knew you'd understand once he explained. But he'd only have to do it if you pushed his buttons, and you didn't seem to even come close to doing that.

Yet...

His smile finally faded when he remembered the night before the morning he broached the subject of you bringing your belongings into his home permanently...

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It was a hot night, you were wearing shorts that hugged your ass in the perfect way, accentuating your cheeks that simply made him want to throw you against a wall and put bite marks all over them, or spank them until you were a drooling mess begging for him to fuck you.

Of course, Miguel watched from above, stalking from the upper walkways and rooftops as you snaked your way through alleys, down streets and through the crowds.

You were so blissfully ignorant of your surroundings, being so accustomed to the bustle of Nueva York that you didn't notice the man following you.

It didn't take a genius to realize what that man had intended for you if he got his hands on you.

His filthy, disgusting, unclean hands.

He was not worthy of touching his Little Bird. He was not worthy to pluck your feathers, stuff you full, like Miguel planned to do.

So when he threw you against a wall, Miguel simply saw red. Clad in his dark blue and glowing red suit, he leapt down, sinking his outstretched talons into the man's shoulder and throwing him off of you, a deep growl rumbling from his chest as he pulled your behind him, his steely glare fixed on the man who dared touch what belonged to him.

"S-Spider-Man?" You wonderfully airy voice whimpered out as you stared at the man who was breathing heavily in front of you, his stance aggressive and angry.

You could see his muscles in his back through his suit flex as he breathed. He glared at you over his shoulder.

"Go home. Now." His rich voice rumbled out at you. You could hear in his voice he was struggling to be gentle in tone with you, given the circumstances.

When you fled, Miguel ensured he was alone with the man, standing over him as he clutched his bleeding shoulder. He looked up at him, eyes wide, bloodshot. The fool was high off his ass.

"L-Look, man! I was just--"

"Shut up." Miguel snapped.

He stalked forward and picked him up by his collar, getting in his face. In a flash of kaleidoscopic colors, his mask melted away, allowing his sweat-damp chocolate locks to fall around and frame his face, a vein pulsing hard in his temple, the chasm in his forehead deepening as his large brows knitted together and his teeth gnashed together in a snarl.

The drug-addled man gasped at his revelation. Apparently, he recognized him. Not surprising, given his notoriety with Alchemax.

"Y-you're--"

"You made the biggest mistake of your life, pendejo." Miguel had told him, shaking him so his head cracked on the wall he was dangling him from.

"That pussy is mine." He said, his voice dropping an octave lower as his talons threatened to shred his clothing. "Every drop, every touch, every sound that will come from that little mouth of hers is mine. Tú entiendes? Mine."

"Oh--okay! I kn-know!" The man swallowed, kicking his feet.

"Oh, no... You don't." Miguel smiled, his fangs poking out threateningly. He could hear the man's heart hammer in his chest at the connotations, there.

"I--I won't mess with her again! I promise!"

"Oh you won't get the chance to, amigo." Miguel sneered, bringing a hand to his throat, ignoring the pleas of the disgusting man as he applied pressure.

The subtle crunching of bones was unmistakable to his ears as vertebrae separated and his limbs went limp.

When the man slumped to the floor, Miguel ran a hand through his hair, hissing out a slow sigh to regain his composure, letting his mask cover his face once again.

Great. Now he had trash to dispose of.

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Miguel was positively thrilled when he got your frantic call, telling him what had happened to you.

He headed right home, delighted that you ran here instead of your ratty little apartment when he told you to head for "home".

It told him everything he wanted to hear, that you already considered his mansion your home.

Miguel was rather convincing when he expressed concern for you, patting your back as you let your adrenaline fade and he worked you through your panic attack.

He'd rubbed your back, saying soothing things to you as he talked you into calming down.

He told you that you could take two days to yourself to calm down and recollect yourself emotionally from the ordeal you went through. It was after that offer that he suggested you let him hire movers to bring your belongings to his mansion to live there with him, possibly permanently.

When you agreed he felt himself salivate at the thoughts of the things that would unfold as you settled into your new shiny cage further, the safety blanket you'd imagined it to be bringing you comfort.

Perfect.

You both saw on the news two days later that a man was found somewhere, his neck snapped and lying in an alley. His DNA and prints apparently tied him to the crimes linked to the burglaries in your apartment complex.

You didn't think for a second that this was the man who attacked you, you didn't get a good enough look at his face. That and the body was in a different alley altogether, across the city.

"I'm happy Spider-Man saved you, Pequeña Ave. And I'm glad you agreed to move here. It scares me to think that man could have hurt you in that apartment building of yours." Miguel said as he patted your back, a concerned look on his face as his warm brown eyes looked down at you. Something about the look in his eyes immediately put you at ease.

He was right, of course. You were lucky. Spider-Man swooped in and possibly saved your life. The man who attacked you was either nursing a broken jaw or in jail already. You couldn't imagine that hero doing anything other than roughing him up just a tiny bit.

Spider-Man was a good guy, right?

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Pt. 3: Link

#yandere!miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara

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heartfullofleeches · 2 months

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Haven't seen Noah get butchered in awhile.... When's his next appearance/cameo? Will he ever have a crackpost of being the yandere? Is he forever cursed to always be murdered, in every universe?

Rest in Piss, Noah o7

As anon said, Noah is a bit of a gag character who exists only to die. I named a friend/crush of Darling's that ended up dead Noah twice by accident and thought it'd be funny to keep the ball rolling. I think I might hurdle him either into the first main fic for Sunday Broadcast or ship him off with Fast Food Reader as a co-worker who keeps dying and coming back the next day-

Into the crack post (and my idea for Noah x Fast Food Reader)

Noah: Y/n.... I... I remember everything. We.... You... You used to try so hard to save me. I'll never forgive this place for what it's done to you. I... still love you, despite everything that's happened. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Fast Food Reader: Aw, shit- Not again. Janitor!

The Janitor: On it..

[The Janitor cracks Noah in the back of his skull with a shovel, dragging his bleeding corpse outside as FF cleans up the blood trail for them]

(The next day)

Noah: Hey, guys! I had one crazy evening last night! I got in my car to head here for my shift, but soon as I started the engine I woke up in bed. How were things while I was out?

Fast Food Reader: Same as usual.

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kiame-sama · 1 year

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Aquarium - (Meroctopus!Yandere!Chrollo x Janitor!Reader) NSFW (NC)

Warnings; yandere, NSFW, oviposition, tentacles, non-con disguised as dub-con because Chrollo is manipulative, multiple penetration,

Honestly, you hadn't expected things to happen the way they did, let alone so fast, but he was far more intelligent than anyone gave him credit for.

You don't even know what you did to draw his attention, you weren't even one of the caretakers or scientists. When you applied to work at the Aquarium, you had figured you would be doing more janitorial work than working with the highly sensitive fish. Many of your shifts ended where you were the last person in the holding tanks at night, usually being the one to lock up.

It was one of those nights when you were getting ready to leave that you noticed a door to a restricted access room had been left open. Though you wanted to look, you also knew better than to peek in places you shouldn't be, choosing to close the door and pretend you didn't see a thing. Maybe it had been that unusual action of yours that made him focus on you.

Humans are naturally curious and he had been betting on that curiosity to allow him to 'escape' despite the fact he allowed himself to be taken and had been in captivity willingly. The plan was a simple one to lure a night-staff worker into the secured and sealed holding tank where he usually spent the evenings. Upon entering, he would attack and take the keys, setting himself free and leaving no witnesses.

But you didn't do that.

No, you chose instead to close the door and carry on with what you were doing. He couldn't believe it.

It was at that point he found another reason to stay in captivity for a little longer, and that reason was you. Truly it had been a while since a human last surprised him and he figured- if nothing else- you would be a decent meal.

You continued through your list of jobs and tried to ignore the feeling of being watched from the shadows. It was during this that he found himself more and more interested in you. He could tell what prey typically would taste like by scent, but your scent was not one of prey like the scientists. Your scent was that of a mate.

Even among others of his kind he did not find any such appealing scents, only finding others as potential group members or food. It was interesting enough that he decided you were going to be his mate regardless of what you may do or say to try and convince him otherwise. That was the beginning of his plan to get you in his clutches, determined to know what made you so much more appealing as a mate than any other.

It was this obsession that led you to where you were at that moment, pinned up against the fortified walls that housed the reinforced tank. He had done the same trick, leaving the door cracked open just a tantalizing amount to get your attention. But this time he didn't wait for you to open or close the door, leaping when your hand brushed the surface. Catching you in his arms and tentacles was almost too easy as he pulled you into the room with him, the suction cups easily tearing your uniform from you with a quick tug.

You had never known just what it was that had stalked you and trailed after you late at night, but seeing it now did nothing to soothe you or ease any anxieties you had. The deep black tentacles complimented his deep black hair, the intricate design on his pale skin seeming to flare in color and intensity, that same design along his tentacles flaring to life as well. It was mostly unintentional on his part, his own excitement causing his body to flush blood to those points and create a colorful display.

His species tended to have extreme camouflage abilities and such a colorful display was simply a matter of standard mating behavior. Still, he was interested to see how his body responded so naturally with his close proximity to you, reacting to you like a mate he desperately needed to impress. But, the fact of the matter was that he had no need to impress or woo you, because he would be taking what he wanted regardless. He had decided you were already his and you would be staying his if the burning need inside of him persisted after mating.

Part of him wondered just why he was so interested in mating, thinking it was either just a byproduct of his biology or if you somehow meant more to him than any other. He planned to find out by indulging in breeding you. If he felt no further interest he would know he just needed to breed and randomly chose you as an outlet for that desire. If his burning interest persisted after breeding then he would know you are someone unique and he should make sure to hold onto you.

"Pl-please..."

He cocked his head slightly at the soft sound of your whimpering pleads, having heard a person beg for their life before, but they had annoyed him, whereas your voice entranced him. There was such a pull inside of himself that he found his own need overflowing with a desire to hear you plead for more than just your life. Clearly you seemed to believe he couldn't understand you, trying to do anything you could to convince the monstrous creature to let you go.

"What will you give me if I release you?"

Your eyes snapped open at the smooth voice you hadn't expected, staring in awe at the beast that held you and rendered you completely defenceless. Of all the things you had been expecting after being pinned up on a wall by a humanoid creature, you hadn't been expecting that. His eyes were deep pools of stormy clouds that regarded you with such intelligence you were nearly struck dumb.

"What- what do you want?"

"What can you offer?"

"Anything."

"Define 'anything' because that leaves so much room for interpretation, I could do what I want with you regardless."

He was having fun poking and picking, trying to get any kind of reaction from you simply because every reaction from you was so much fun. You were fun and he could see that you hadn't even caught on to what he actually had planned for you. It was all just playing until the desired finale of getting to breed you.

"Please, just tell me what you want from me..."

"I want to mate."

"Mate- but, wouldn't you rather someone like you be your mate?"

"I want to mate with you, not someone else. You. So I either mate with you, or-" he leaned close to murmur in your ear, "I eat you. Would you rather be my mate, or my dinner?"

"Mate..."

"I figured you would say that. Now, be a good mate and let me do what I need. If you do, I promise not to eat you afterwards."

The fear was clear in your expression, your eyes so full of horror and stress that he knew you wouldn't fight him anymore. Still, as a precaution he ensured to hold your limbs to the cold wall with his tentacles, letting the various suction cups along each limb to suck dark marks onto your soft skin. You mewled and whined at the feeling of being caressed by those tentacles, nearly yelping whenever one found its way between your legs.

"My name is Chrollo Lucilfer, I expect you to be screaming it, (y/n)."

"How- how do you know my name..?"

"You truly believe I haven't been watching you for quite some time now?"

He leaned close to your neck, taking a deep breath and reveling at your alluring scent that made his body react with ferocity and need. A part of his brain that he had been previously unaware of kicked in, flooding his body with endorphins and the intense need to mate.

Though octopi typically had a rather self destructive way of mating, octopi merfolk were a bit more practical when it came to intimacy. A near invisible seam along where his hips would be if he were human concealed the rather large cock that he intended to use to breed you. Whereas it usually took some coaxing to get the appendage to reveal itself, it already stood stiff and ready to be used on your soft body. He was aware of the way that the base of his long shaft seemed to have a knot, already knowing what his body was trying to compel him to do. That 'knot' was an egg that he fully intended to put inside of you, already feeling the building pressure its presence caused.

"I think I'll actually prepare your soft body to take me, seeing as you agreed to allow me to mate you."

He didn't wait to hear your response and instead shoved one of those tentacles into your mouth to muffle you and slowly began easing one into you in order to prepare your body to take him. The rub of the suction cups along the slick walls of your body made your entire figure twitch and shake from the extra stimulation, nearly drooling in pleasure. Each slow undulation of the tentacle pushed it further and further into you, slowly prying open your walls to accept the appendage.

Your insides were so hot and comfortable, Chrollo found himself wanting to pull the tentacle out and shove his aching length in instead.

"Fuck..! Nice and hot... Do you know what I plan on doing to you, (y/n)?"

Chrollo spoke with a dark tone as he grinned at you trapped in his tentacles and unable to respond. Even though you were muffled and whining from the tentacles, you were still acutely aware of the octopus' words. The way he looked at you told you volumes about what he wanted from you and how he intended to get it.

"I'm going to fill up your hot womb with all of my eggs and breed you until you can't walk anymore. I'm going to take you with me and keep you to myself to breed and mate every day."

Your eyes widened in fear as you took in those dangerous words, realizing now that the octopus man had no intention of letting you go. Being eaten was better than being the breeding ground of a very intelligent and homicidal octopus, so you began to struggle and try to complain despite the tentacle in your mouth. Chrollo only smirked at your behavior, watching the way your eyes widened in realization of what fate he intended for you.

He had been on the fence about keeping you or eating you, but the warmth that enveloped his tentacle made the decision for him. It wasn't hard to force a human to adapt to the oceanic lifestyle, and he already had all he needed to prepare you for that life style waiting where the rest of his troupe gathered. Chrollo had no qualms about forcing you through that transition so he could keep you as he wanted you, all to himself.

"Mmm... Your warm insides are perfect to incubate my brood. Nice and fertile, just begging to be filled..! Struggle and fight all you want, I have made my decision."

You almost wanted to bite down on the tentacle in your mouth but your teeth did no damage at all, the tentacle only thrusting deeper into your mouth. Chrollo chuckled as he felt your teeth scrape uselessly over the soft surface of his tentacle, knowing you had realized he intended to keep you and trying to fight back instead. The fire you had only served to assure Chrollo you were a good choice as a mate, likely to pass on that will to live into your offspring. Each languid undulation of his tentacle inside of you made you writhe and whine, your body doing what it could to accept the intrusion and make it easier on you.

"I'm going to breed you senseless. I have looked for a mate quite often but only found meals and disappointment, yet here you are. You have the scent of a mate, not food. I was never really going to eat you. I thought about it, sure, but figured I would mate you first, just to be certain. Now, I'm certain."

Slowly he slid his tentacle out of your clenching heat, rubbing his stiff cock up against your drenched entrance instead. The fear in your eyes was almost addictive to him, feeling his own desire to stuff you full flooding his mind until it was really all he could think about. You would make such a good mother to his brood, and your warm insides were prefect to incubate the eggs he planned to put into you.

He would deal with his fellow troupe members if and when they decided to question his motives or decisions for taking you, now he had a task to complete. Chrollo knew it was likely his hormones talking, but he wanted nothing more than to see your stomach swell up with his young and to know he is the reason. He needed to see you heavy with his young, carrying his brood and taking such excellent care of the young growing within you.

Chrollo lined up his heavy cock with your soaked pussy, sliding himself through your folds and coating his length in your juices. Once he felt he had enough lubricant, he lined himself up to sink into your warm entrance. Gravity did most of the work as he allowed you to slowly slide down onto his needy cock, letting out a deep groan of pleasure when your walls welcomed him in.

You were tense and gasping, body trying to remove the obstruction from inside of you but only managing to clamp down onto the pulsing cock within you. He only moved slightly and you squealed into the tentacle that still took residence in your mouth, Chrollo listening to your sounds and smirking as he made you whine louder. One hand trailed down your front and Chrollo's thumb met your clit, rubbing pleasure unto the bundle of nerves at your soft core.

"Mmm... Feels perfect inside you... Perfect and warm. My eggs are going to grow so well in this warm womb..."

Chrollo gave an experimental thrust of his hips and you yelped loudly, the faint burn from the stretch of your body accommodating his cock within you slightly returning, but with it came a rush of pleasure. He slowly began to pick up speed as he thrust into you, a squishing sound coming from where the two of you were connected every time he thrust into you. Your moans and whines sounded so sweet to him that he actually withdrew the tentacle that had been taking residence within your mouth, letting your sounds ring clearly within the room.

"Good girl... So good for me. I'll make you so heavy with my young... Our young... You'll be so good for me."

You barely registered what the octopus man was saying at that point as his large cock rubbed up against all of your sweet spots, your eyes slowly rolling back into your head. Every movement seemed to push you higher, a coil of pressure beginning to tighten inside of you and grow with every movement of his hips. The way you gasped and moaned in such pleasure was a clear indicator to Chrollo that he was working you up into a blissful frenzy.

"A-ah..! Please..! I- Please, I-!"

"What do you need, (y/n)? Tell me what you need from me."

"I can't-! I- fuck! It- it's too much..!"

Chrollo teasingly slowed his thrust and you nearly wailed at the loss of friction, tears gathering in your eyes as humiliation burned inside of you. You didn't want to beg this monster for anything, let alone beg for him to let you cum, but the pleasure your body felt was overriding your desire to fight back.

"Please..!"

"Tell me what you need."

"I-"

"Go on. Or do you want me to stop right now?"

"No! No, please! I- I need it..!"

"Need what?"

"I... I need you, Chrollo..!"

"What of me?"

"Please, just fuck me!"

He chuckled in response to your breathy begging, picking up his pace once more and listening to your moans with great relish. You couldn't help the way your hips moved with Chrollo's thrusts, feeling that coil of pleasure tighten to a near painful feeling. Chrollo was similarly close, his hips slightly stuttering as he forced his large cock deeper into you.

When that blissful release finally washed over you, any following thrust felt like your nerves were being far too stimulated. Despite your half-hearted struggles, Chrollo continued slamming into you, knowing he was reaching his end and keenly looking forward to filling you up with his young. He couldn't stop the way he forced his cock to press past your cervix, hearing you cry out in pain from the deep intrusion. True, he hadn't been keen on harming you, but he needed to get his cock into your soft womb if he was going to fill you up with his eggs.

As your body finally relented to his continued assault, you where whining almost pathetically from the uncomfortable feeling of having your tight cervix stretched around his cock. With only a few more thrusts he grunted, thrusting as deep as your body would allow before letting himself cum inside of you.

You could feel his hot cum coating your walls and hoped that would be the end before something larger seemed to be pushing itself up his cock into you. You vaguely realized that the octopus man had been quite serious when he said he would fill you up with his eggs. Each one feeling like a golf ball moving up his shaft and plopping into your soft womb, one after the other until your walls were stretching from being overfilled. Even when you thought you couldn't possibly take more, another egg pushed itself into you and bloated your stomach.

As Chrollo let the final few eggs push themselves into you he let out a deep and satisfied moan, resting his forehead against your shoulder. You felt so full and sore that just him removing himself from your warm insides had you flinching and whining. The strange octopus man reveled in knowing you couldn't escape from him now you were stuffed full of his young, gently pulling you with him to freedom.

The strain of stress and intense sex quickly pulled you into unconsciousness, unable to do much to prevent the man from taking you away. Chrollo knew you were his mate and he intended to keep you protected from everyone and everything, especially now that his eggs grew inside of you.

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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— Jealousy

Pairing: Yandere bee’s x gender-neutral reader x jealous female worker

Warnings: Yandere behavior, violence; knife usage, reader thinks it's their fault that something traumatic happened.

A/N: These bee characters belong to @yanderemommabean — please check out my first one if you wanna read it! Otherwise have fun reading <33

Jealousy and anger mixed is an ugly emotion. Unbridled rage even more so; the feeling of your chest running throughout your body, hands tightening into a fist where it turned into muscle spasms and the envious thoughts that came with it; she despised you.

She was a fellow worker, a fathomed woman filled with jealousy and rage towards you. All day, she was forced to serve you and have a smile placed on her face, yet when her rightful place was in that king-sized bed, worshiped with all hands filled with lotion to massage her stressed muscles and be given any type of food she ordered.

Oh, how she wished that would be her: be cradled in the lap of the drones, kissed gently as they praised her for doing a good job for the bed work.

Though, she can say that her patience was running thin. If only there was a way to get rid of the obstacle that prevented her living her dream, maybe make you believe she’d rub lotion onto your continuous used joints, suffocate you right there and then. Or, she could just drug you every day, watch you slowly drift away as she gets to the spot she very deserves.

Tonight would be the night she would get her rightful place, and be called a queen.

You had just gone for a walk; a small, innocent, and harmless walk in the hive. You had been bed-stuck for hours, being worshiped with many hands and mouths; you were tired and needed to stretch your legs from the hours of pure pleasure.

Not that you minded it, it was just sometimes too much and you got overstimulation from the continuous surroundings that were always the same.

Walking around the huge hive, admiring the beautiful windows that showed the planet’s beauty and scenery, you had stopped in the middle of the hall, looking at the beautiful stars in the midnight sky that glimmered now and again.

Then, you heard fast and steady footsteps behind you, before you could even react, you were pushed against the wall harshly; hands wrapped around your throat whilst being crushed against the wall.

“Do you think you’re better than me?” the woman cursed at you, shooting you a venomous look with gritted teeth, sharp canine teeth snarling like a beast; ready to devour you piece by piece.

Trying to scream from the immediate position, she quickly covered your mouth, kicking your knees to dwell in pain and trying to get you to submit – listen to her ‘wise’ words.

You struggled against her tight grip, terrified and shocked by this sudden behavior. After months of being captured and treated like a deity, you were no longer used to abuse and wrong-doing; quite the opposite.

“Now, you listen to me or I’ll hurt you badly.” she stared into your soul, “Understand?”

Quickly nodding at her words, tears gently rolled down your face as your teeth chattered against one another.

“I’ve hated you ever since I’ve met you, you don’t deserve these goodies! No-one like you deserves it.” she threatened, looking at you like a kid in front of a criminal. Pulling her hand from your throat, she pulled out a knife: a thick, silvered one decorated with flowers.

With the leftover energy you had, you kicked your knee into her groin and pushed her away, causing the blade to clatter away from both of your grasps.

“You ass!” She screamed at you.

From fear, you tripped on your own feet yet still had the energy to be crawling away.

You tried grabbing it but were quickly pulled away by your foot, back where you originally were. The high chance of reassurance was now ripped away the moment she crawled atop of you, forcing you down with her whole weight pressured against your chest.

A fist collided with your face, making your vision blurry and disorienting your hearing from the left ear. You tried stopping her continuous assaults, yet nothing worked amongst her hungry wrath and jealousy over you.

Pools of warm metallic fluid made its way to your mouth, the blunt and foul taste of thick blood made you gag. From the corner of your eye, you saw the blade glistening in the moonlight, highlighted like a rare piece of ore had just been found.

Trying to scream once more, thin fingers made their way to your throat, closed around your airway. You tried grabbing her hands that were tightly surrounded on your neck, cutting oxygen but it was no use.

No matter how much you scratched, she never stopped the pressure.

Finally, what felt like an entirety, she let go but with the shift of doing something else; admiring the thin blade that was right beside the two of you.

You couldn’t move, all your energy from being choked was floating away.

“P-lease…” You begged, trying to change her mind from what she was thinking. From your clouded vision, you could only see a bit of guilt was shown in her face.

Only a little bit but it was there: humanely emotions that were still present.

You saw her hesitate, peering down to connect eyes with you; focusing on the blood, thick marks on your throat, and pools of blood from the cuts on your face. Hard, whistling could be heard from your lips, coating in thick blood and spit.

Anger coated her eyes, face scrunching in pure revenge before leaning over to grip the sharp object. Raising the knife above her head, the tip of the blade made its way towards you; highlighting your small yelp.

Shunk

Why aren’t they here yet? They should be protecting you.

Shunk

You didn’t want to die, you have so much to live for!

Shunk

Maybe you deserved this.

Shunk

Why did it have to be you?

You were gone. Nowhere to be seen. Nobody was informed that you left your bed-quarters.

All of them were freaking out, all of them were looking for you; flying high and low, yelling ‘majesty!’ throughout the halls while some of them were sobbing thinking something worse happened.

But, when they smelled your blood coming from a certain hallway, they knew something was wrong.

And that it was. They found the woman in front of you, covered in head to toe with your blood and holding the very knife they had given to her a day prior for being a good maiden to you.

“Majesty!” One of the drones screamed, running towards you as the medic team showed; grabbing you gently before attending to your injuries.

Everyone was frozen. The military leader and capital leader were in complete shock.

Then, they all looked at her, teeth snarling and growling throughout the room; buzzing with pure anger.

The military leader’s hand clenched in anger, “Why would you do this!” He growled at the woman, who wasn’t merciful nor looking at your body; rather looking at the ground. He marched up to her, pushing her against the wall while his face showed bloodcurdling anger in that moment.

“Answer the question!” He snapped, making her look at him with a laugh before speaking.

“I hated them, that’s why. They weren’t anyone special! I simply did you guys a job to stop worshiping someone so—”

A punch came to her face. Then another. Then a dozen followed to make sure she felt the same as what she did to you.

“Captain!” A drone yelled, arms pulling him off of her to strop his merciful punches so they can update on your needs.

“They’re moving the majesty to the bed-quarters. They said they’re in critical condition, what do you want us to do?”

He looked at him, giving one look at her before looking back at his men. “Bring the traitor to the champers. After I— we make sure that the majesty is well, we’ll drop her to the feeders.”

Nodding towards the two soldiers that were behind her, who forcefully dragged her down the hall as she screamed ‘no!’ and ‘please!’ before he and a few others followed your way.

You were awakened by your head throbbing. The room was dimly lit from the lamps in the corner and underside of the doors.

Looking around, you realized you were in your bed-quarters, swallowed by a whole bunch of blankets, pillows, and medical equipment that were glued to you: a type of breathing nasal cannula onto your face, as well as new clothes and bandages decorating your skin.

Trying to move forward to get up, your body quickly rejects you, causing immense pain throughout your body and reel back into the soft bed, head rolling back in frustration.

Within seconds, the doors to your bedroom swung open, revealing a few drones, maidens, and the military leader.

“Thank god! You’re awake!” One of the maidens yelled out, running towards your side to hold your hand; grasping your hand, squeezing it three times to signal a small ‘I love you’.

You smiled at the maiden, before looking at the captain who was walking towards you with a cup of water. “Open your mouth, please.”

Opening your mouth, the glass brushed between your lips; wet and cool water touching the inside, throat slightly burning from the usage after a long time.

His hand gently caressed over the side of your head, above your ear to stable the swallowing. “You’re doing so good, take a couple more sips.”

His touch was comforting to say the least, so was the maiden.

Taking away the cup from your mouth, you were still desperate for water. Looking at him, you spoke: “H-how long have I… been out?” you asked, voice coming out hoarse.

The maiden looked at you worriedly, “You’ve been out for a week. We were all worried. Glad the medics were there in time, you lost a lot of blood!” she weeped, slight buzzing coming from her before tears formed as she sobbed; reviewing the horrific image of you on that floor.

“We’re all just glad you’re well. I’m sorry that I and the others weren’t there to protect you.” He looked at you, getting on his knee beside your bedside to hold your other hand, slightly kissing it with a saddened look.

You smiled gently, “Me too. I’m sorry as well. I was stupid enough—”

You were quickly interrupted by the captain, “No! You are not stupid, you’re majesty. It was our fault that you were bed-stricken, we should’ve taken care of you but we failed; It is our fault, not yours.” He sternly stated.

You smiled again, tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

“I was so scared.” you confessed.

The maiden squeezed your hand, pushing her head against yours, making her antenna’s tickle your face, “We’re so sorry. Please forgive us.”

The captain nodded before looking at the maidens that were now walking in, he gave you one look, before kissing the side of your head, “We’ll always be here for you, Majesty. I’m gonna deal with some issues, but I’ll be right back. Okay? Rest as much as needed.”

As he left, the current maiden holding your hand kissed the other side of your head, looking at you before she spoke, “You’ve done so well, your majesty. Can you please do something for us?”

You nodded, feeling a hand tug at your underarms ever so gently. “We need you to stand up. Do you think you can do that?

“I-I can try,” You replied. She smiled, antennae slightly dancing. “That’s all we ask, you’re Majesty.”

They helped you get into a sitting position, making you hold onto them mostly for support. Taking a deep breath, you pushed yourself to your feet, holding a maiden’s arm to keep up straight. Standing with shaky legs, looking at the ground as they helped guide you to the bathroom; letting you know that they were in no rush and to take baby steps.

“You’re doing so well, few more steps you’re majesty,” A maiden praised you, hand clasped in your hand while you made it to the bathroom, cold tiles touching your feet. In front of you, the tub is already filled with water, soap, and your favorite scents mixed in with honey.

One maiden touched your waist, you could feel her body warm and buzzing, slightly calming your nerves. One of them gently lifted you, letting you sit on the edge of the tub with a whine of soreness as they both undid the bandages, checking your injuries whilst trying to distract you from the pain.

Soon, a loofah gently caressed your body, careful to wash the surrounding areas of the stitching. They praised you, continuously complimented you to make sure you felt safe, comfortable, and okay to continue.

“Majesty?” A voice called you out of your thoughts, looking at the women and dulled water. “You okay?”

You nodded, whispering a couple of words with a sour look: “I’m perfect. Jus’ a bit sore, that’s all.”

One of the maidens frowned, making sure to look at the others before finishing up the bath. After getting out of the warmth tub, a few helped you get dressed, being very careful and praising you on the way.

Leaving the bathroom, one of them lovingly caresses your back, side of your head, and cheek for comfort as they help you make it to your bed. Feeling the soft sheets against your undergarments, you immediately let out a long, heavy, and deserved sigh.

A few of the maidens let out a giggle and spoke: “Take all the time you need. We’ll be here when you wake up.” She said as she came into the bed, nuzzling behind you before buzzing louder.

“We’ll take care of you, your Majesty. We promise you.”

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dilfartist · 6 months

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May I request a Part 3 for the Leon las plagas fic?? It's just so!!! Exciting!! How reader reacts to the pregnancy? Weird side effects??? Does Leon's aggression turn into more smothering affection? Do the scientists conduct physical tests on reader (how does Leon react to that??? Does he have to be restrained? Is he present?) Her thoughts as shes kept in relative isolation? Does she bond with the baby she's carrying (talking to the bump, playing games)?

Missed - short (pt.3)

Pairing; Yandere Las Plagas Leon Kennedy x reader

Synopsis; Visiting Leon after your check-up

Reader description; Female/GN

Edited: No, Yes

Word count; 1k

TW; kidnapping, forced pregnancy, SA mentioned.

Notes; {Last part! Also, very sorry if this isn’t a good ending just wanted to post something to get me into writing again.}

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!

“Mrs.(Last name), your breakfast is ready.”

The radiant lights flick on, nearly blinding you despite the dark blanket covering your face, gaining an irked groan from you. It takes an effort to lift yourself, the additional weight in your abdomen making it a laborious act. “What is It?” you utter, voice raspy.

A Nurse enters the room. She hauls in a full tray of food. Providing you with a polite smile, she set the tray on your blanketed lap. “This morning we made you: pancakes, bacon, and eggs; just as you requested yesterday.” You nod showing acknowledgment, returning her polite smile. “After you eat, we’ll start with your check-up. Okay?” you nod once again and she takes her queue to exit.

It’s been four prolonged months since you conceived the baby, or what the scientists declare “experiment 12,”. While your time staying here hasn’t been the best it’s beginning to feel like your new life.

You follow a schedule: first breakfast, then a check-up, maybe a meeting with Leon, and whatever else happens throughout the day.

The food here is okay. Truth be told you wish you could have a burger, maybe even convince one of the workers to stop by a fast food joint. Unfortunately, the scientists prefer for you to eat what they provide and only what they provide. Some day you’ll convince them the baby wants it. Maybe then they’ll get it.

“Let’s get this over with,” you mumble to yourself. You get out of bed and head over to your wardrobe, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a random comfortable shirt. It was nice of them to bring your clothes from home, they were way more comfortable than what they had suggested you wear at first.

“I’m ready,” you call out, knowing they are watching you from the other side of the glass. A doctor enters the room clutching a pen and clipboard. She pushes in a cart of medical supplies, “Hello, Mrs. (last name),” she sings, “How’s you and the baby?” She sits on the chair adjacent to your bed, patting the edge to encourage you to sit as well.

“We’re fine.” you groan, lifting your body up to take a seat beside her on the bed.

“Hm, still no out-of-the-ordinary cravings for pregnancy - no pains?”

“No, still none.” you sighed, looking down at your pregnant ample belly.

Throughout your pregnancy, everything seemed to be normal. You had the same cravings as any other woman, the normal discomforts as other pregnant women- everything appeared expected for a pregnant woman. It provoked worry from both you and the scientists. The normalcy in the pregnancy could lead to an abnormally painful birth or an abnormally formed baby; as hypothesized by the scientists.

You look up to see her documenting the given information on her clipboard. “I’m still allowed to see Leon, right?” you inquire, tone a bit desperate. She glances up from her paper and smiles at you, “Yup! After we’re done, I’ll take you to his chambers.” She clicks her pen and the blue ink tip withdrawals. Putting away the pencil, she pulls out the medical supplies and begins to examine you.

She runs a couple of tests which take about twenty minutes. Then she gets to your belly; gently she touches around the round flesh, her fingertips slightly poking at you not enough to earn your discomfort. You watch as her brows begin to furrow slightly, growing in intensity after every couple of seconds that her hands explore your belly. From your point of view, it’s like she’s checking a fleshy watermelon, gently shaking and poking at it.

After a while of poking and rubbing you like a crystal ball, she holds your stomach for a minute, and her eyes widen slightly. She bends down and lifts your stomach.

“I finally found something anomalous,” she says triumphantly, a smug grin spreading on her face as she perks up at you. You peer down at her, curiously attempting to look at yourself but ultimately failing due to your belly’s size. “What? What is it?”

She stands tall pulling off her blue gloves. “Your stomach is heavier than a normal pregnant woman’s.” She ambles to the trash can by the door and disregards the gloves. “I don’t know why I haven’t noticed it before- maybe this happened overnight or something.” She shrugs.

Now that you consider it, you have noticed other pregnant women don’t find normal tasks as difficult as you do. Well, they obviously do find it hard- you meant from what you’ve been told by the doctors. Usually, women rate their pain as a five or six. You’d rate your pain as a seven or eight in recent days.

Instinctively, you began to caress your stomach. How bad would it hurt during the birth procedure? Wouldn’t the heavier the abdomen mean the heavier the baby? Your eyes widen and suck in a quivering breath. She takes notice of the change in mood, asking what’s the matter. You explain to her your concerns resulting in her chuckling, “There is a possibility of the birth being a bit hard, but I assure you, you’ll be in good hands.”

She leads you out of your room where two security officers are awaiting your arrival. They greet you with a nod of their heads, then continue to look onwards. You’re escorted through the plain white hallways until you finally reach a heavily gated metal door. One of the security guards walks over to put in the code, ensuring his back faces you. The doors open wide and you depart the doctor's side to enter.

Listening closely you can make out the dialogue from taxi driver playing at a medium volume. You shut the door behind you softly.

Leon sits in a wing chair, one leg across the other, slouching back with his head resting on his palm. Leon can usually detect when you’ve entered the room by your scent and the sound of your footsteps, but he was too captivated by the movie. Cute.

You tip-toe over, a mischievous grin spreading across your lips. Resting against the top part of the chair you tap the top of his head. Leon jerks forward slightly, he looks up, ruby eyes meeting yours. It takes him but a moment to realize it's you. He grins at you, “You surprised me.” he comments with a chuckle.

“Really? I thought I gave you a hard attack.” you giggle. You take your seat in the other wing chair pointed toward the television.

Leon smiles softly at you. Good, you think. Leon was starting to show off his emotions more openly now.

After the night you had conceived, Leon avoided you like the plague. His mind was guilted with the knowledge of what he had done to you. The person he swore he’d never hurt. It took weeks for him to look you in the eyes. About a month to finally start talking to you continuously instead of spewing a few words as a response to you. Now he was showing his emotions off after a couple of months.

“How was today's check-up? You did have one today right?” Leon questions, slightly moving his chair in your direction.

“Yeah the baby is still healthy but we found out it's really heavy.”

Leon nods his head taking in the new information. You decide to question him on his time away from you, “what about you? Anything new?”

Leon absentmindedly fiddles with his fingers, he recalls his day in slow-formed sentences, “Well, they finally told me when I’d be able to continue working.” Leon had been wanting to get back to work sometime, he’d been asking every month since his captivity. “They say I’ll start next month.”

You hum, “That’s great, baby.”

“It's good and all,” Leon starts, leaning back in his chair, “but I hope I’m not out when the baby comes.” Leon didn't trust anyone in the building when it came to the baby’s delivery. He wanted to be there not only for your safety but to unsure they wouldn’t try anything.

“We still need to decide the name,” Leon notes.

Leon lets out a small sigh, displaying a small smile. He looks at your stomach, “That reminds me, what about the gender? Do you know it yet? Did they tell you?”

“Oh, yeah! Give me a second.” You abruptly stand, hurrying your way as fast as your swollen feet can go to the door. You tap on the door. Tap, Tap, Tap. The door opens slightly ajar, and the doctor peaks in slightly. “Is everything okay?” her eyes flash worry. “Do you have the paper for the baby’s gender?” her worry dissipates, “Yes.” she slides in a vanilla envelope through the crack.

You close the door and make your way back to Leon. Presenting the vanilla envelope to him, he turns to you quickly, eyes slightly wide. “Should I open it, or you?” you sing, waving it in the air.

Leon focuses on the envelope, lips pursed in thought. His eyes softly turn to you, “Could you, please?”

“Okay.” you oblige, teasing him by moving ever so slowly.

“...what do you think?”

“...is it a boy?”

You grin at him not uttering a single word. Leon isn’t sure if his assumption is correct or not, so he asks for the second option. “Is it a girl?” This time instead of making him guess you nod your head.

A smile crosses Leon's face, but it's different from any other you've seen from him. It’s genuine. It wasn’t like Leon never smiled, just a few minutes ago he was- this was just different. He had a smile you could only capture when the subject of a candid photograph isn’t aware of the camera.

Leon is the first to move, hugging you tightly and slightly rocking your body along with his.

If it weren't for the circumstances of the situation, perhaps you too could find unconditional joy in the moment. Yet you can’t. At the end of the day, this child could tear you to bits. At the end of the day, you could die because of the possible unatural birth. At the end of the day, you could be shot down like an unuseful dog after their experiment is finally birthed.

You know the pleasure you feel in these moments will soon come to a soul-crushing end, so traumatizing you’ll awake in a cold sweat many years later if they have not disposed of you.

For now, you’ll indulge in the normalcy of the situation as much as you can.

For soon that will come to a crushing end.

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Yandere Policeman!Gojo X Reader X Yandere Policeman!Geto!

A one-shot set in a world where Jujutsu Sorcerers are replaced with a police unit and Curses are just a nuisance. With Gojo and Geto as policeman, you're bound to be caught somehow, since you're a mischievous curse! [Fem Reader]

Warnings!: Dubious Consent, Oral (both F and M receiving and giving), pet names (sweetheart, little curse), virgin reader, spit roasting, praise kink, lmk if I’m missing anything!

MDNI

NOT proof read or edited

You've been having so much fun! Being a human is a boring experience. You have to work to eat and then you just sleep, but not when you're a curse!

As a curse, you just run around, stealing whatever food you want and sleeping where ever you please. What does it matter? Nobody can see you anyway!

Or so you thought. Lately you've been staying in a mall. During the day you eat all the food in there, pet the animals in the pet shops, and ride the kiddy trains with the kids! And then you get to sleep in the mattress store with the poor night shift worker!

You know you haven't been well behaved, but to think that somebody would call the police!

You planned to stay and exploit the mall and leave at the first sign of danger, but you'd accidentally met them and changed your mind…

It was late at night and most people had already left. You'd figured you'd grab a muffin, one of your favorite treats, but sneaking through the staff hall, you'd noticed a handsome man staring at you.

His ridiculously blue eyes caught you off guard for a few reasons. For one, who has eyes that blue? And for two, why were they looking at you?

It took you a moment, but you soon realized that this man was of the policemen sent to subdue you.

You didn't run though. You thought maybe you could trick him into not killing you. Though most policemen just drive away curses instead of killing them.

But you've just about the seductive skill of puppy because rather than doing something flirtatious like flipping up your skirt you… jumped.

Yes jumped, like a dog getting ready to play, your legs firm on the ground and your back bent forward. Which, to be fair, as a curse you've never been able to understand sexual behaviors. You're just a mischievous curse, nothing more and nothing less.

Though, to your surprise, the man didn't have a negative reaction or one of even surprise. Instead, he gave half a chuckle, before mirroring you movements.

He jumped and leaned over just like you were, spreading his legs just like yours.

You couldn't help yourself after that! He's was basically inviting you to play!

You gave another little jump, and he jumped to, an amused smile in his face.

“You're so playful, for a curse,” The man spoke, his hands on his knees, “very human as well.”

You didn't quite understand what he meant, you couldn't look in mirrors or take photos of yourself so you've no idea you look human.

Still, you couldn't help but giggle. He should just shut up and play with you!

You turned your back on him, looking over your shoulder and swaying a little, inviting him to chase you.

“You wanna play? You sure?” the man chuckled, a boyish grin on his face, “Silly Curse, you don’t really think you have a chance, do you?”

You'd thought it'd be fun! And you were very very wrong for a bit there.

The man turned out to be significantly faster then you. You only got away because you morphed through the floor!

It was so scary! One moment it was all fun and games and the next his footsteps are right behind you! You could hear him panting and breathing, his large slender hand hovering just behind your neck.

Terrifying!

You'd thought he was the only one there that night, but you were wrong about that to!

As you caught your non-existent breath and drank some apple juice from one of the kitchens, you were caught by yet another one!

It was only thirty or so minutes later, just how fast were these guys moving?

“I guess Satoru was telling the truth.” a smooth voice spoke from behind you, almost making you drop your juice in surprise.

You huff, why are these people doing this? What jerks.

Taking another drink of your juice, you stick your tongue out.

“Aren’t you childish? Come here.” The man with black hair spoke, soothingly almost, stretching out his arms like he was inviting you.

You knew exactly what this was! He thinks that just because your a little childish that he can just beckon you and you'd listen! Stupid!

With a cocky attitude, you took steps back.

Right into the other’s arms.

Hooking his surprisingly thick arms underneath your armpits, trapping you against his chest. Was the blue eyed one from before!

“Geez Suguru, you almost scared her off! Scary~!” the man holding you teased.

The other man, Suguru, approached, ready to exorcise you, “Lets just hurry this up.”

You held your breath, preparing for your seemingly inevitable end.

But it never happened.

With sudden force, the man holding you lifted you with his arms under your pits, effectively swinging you to his side so his partner couldn't kill you.

“Or~ we can do something else!” the white-haired man proposed.

Suguru’s face changed to one of disgust, almost comically, “Whatever you about to suggest, please think it through…” the man basically pleaded. Poor guy must deal with his partner's nonsense often.

“I propose that we let this curse run around for just a little~ while longer. You know how the higher-ups are, they know we're the best so they plan to have us running errands till we drop, not that we’re at any risk of dying to curses like these~,” the man nuzzled his face playfully against yours, or perhaps it was meant to be condescending?

“So you just want to shirk your responsibilities then?” Suguru surmised.

“Right on the money~! Come on, you can't tell me it doesn't sound tempting.” the man squished his warm cheek against yours and gave the other man his best attempt at puppy eyes.

“C’mon, you smile too. It's your life on the line.” the white haired man spoke, to which you have an awkward smile.

Suguru looked at you two with a tired expression, pinching the bridge of his nose with light fingers.

“Fine.”

And with that, the three of you had an agreement!

It’s been couple weeks since and you’ve completely forgotten your plan to leave.

How could you not, the two policemen spoiled you! Suguru, or Geto, would give you all the attention you wanted, albeit passively.

You could lay in his warm lap and pet your head gently.

He didn’t warm up to you at first, but the more he witnessed your simple behaviors, he too could not help finding your antics amusing.

The other one, whom you discovered was Satoru Gojo, was more of a gift giver than a cuddler, strangely enough.

Sure, he was touchy, but only to tease you. Otherwise, he’d often give you snacks and treats to keep you out of causing more trouble. The more trouble, the more you convinced their superiors that you were more than they could handle.

In the day you got to lay at their feet and be fed and given attention and during the night they’d let you curl up with them in the break room.

You’d honestly thought you had something special…

“Yeah yeah… I know…. No we don’t need backup… yup, yeah. Goodbye.” You heard Gojo mumble into a phone as you eavesdropped on the other side of the door.

“They want us out of here by tonight.” Gojo relayed simply, tossing the phone to Geto who was deep in thought.

“Figures. We have been here a long time.”

“Guess so… ugh, we’ve no choice then. We’ll take care of [Reader] tonight.”

And that was all the go to you needed. You scrambled right out of there!

It’s not like you needed to eat, so you just skipped your usual lunch with the two of them.

You wanted to collect what few belongings you had but… you just couldn’t find them! Your blanket and pillow were both gone! You’ve had them since you appeared in this world.

They were nowhere to be seen! The sun was setting and the store closing… and you still couldn’t find your stuff. In the end, you had to leave it.

“[Reader]~! Where the hell’d you go…?” You could hear Gojo call for you.

Whatever, you thought, they’re planning on killing you so why should you care if they were upset about it or not, you should be upset not them!

Sneaking out to the parking lot, you sulked a bit. There were no cars in the parking lot except the one police car belonging to the duo inside tucked around the corner.

Maybe you could go pop their tires or tear up their seats! It’s not a bad idea.

Hurrying around the corner to get your measly revenge you spotted their spacious black car. It wasn’t one designed to take the arrested since they were in a curse unit so it was quite big. Kinda like a van.

Peering in the front seats it was clear who the designated driver was. The drivers seat was spotless but the passenger had some fast food wrappers at the feet of it.

The image of Gojo absolutely downing several cheese burgers in the passenger seat as Geto watches in annoyance painted a rather hilarious scenario.

Still, you’d come to tear up their car! Looking at it, it’s a fairly new and pristine black car. Though they’ll be needing a better car when you’re done!

Fazing your hand through the front door, you unlocked the door with ease and crawled in. With a sudden burst of energy, you wasted no time in dragging your mildly clawed nails across the front seat. It wasn’t as deep as you’d like, but it’d do.

As you lifted your head to see your work, you incidentally could see something in the back.

In the back of the car on the floor in a neat little pile was your blanket and pillow.

Confused, you allowed yourself to lean over the center console where the cupholders were.

Before you could even think about what it meant, a firm hand pushed your bottom, making you land face first into the back seat.

Suddenly, Gojo was straddling the center console that you were just on and holding you down on the back seat.

Geto stuck his head in through the drivers side door, seeing the damage, and sighed, “Seriously?”

Geto shut the front car door and opened the back where you and half of Gojo were, leaning and placing a knee on the leather seat to steady himself.

“What’s the matter? Running and ripping up seats, why are you so upset?” Geto spoke kindly, though you could tell he was still angry he tried his best to hide it so as to understand better.

“I heard you two talking, you were gonna go against your promise and kill me!” You growled, feeling betrayed and hurt that they’d feign ignorance.

Geto’s furrowed his eyes brows and looked up at Gojo with an angry and disappointed expression.

“Why are you looking at me like that, I’m not the one spying on people.” Gojo weakly defended himself, pressing himself against your back, trapping you underneath him entirely dramatically, pinning the blame on you.

Geto turned to you and crouched down to meet your squished face, “Don’t be ridiculous. We were never going to kill you.” He spoke in his motherly voice, soothing and honest, lifting a hand to run his large hand through your hair.

“Then… what were you going to do?” You asked, confused.

Geto simply smiled and you could feel Gojo’s firm chest rumble as he chuckled.

“This, sweetheart.” Gojo stated simply before using one of his hands to crane your neck upward before consuming your mouth in his.

It was an overbearing kiss. His body weight smooshing you and his hand gripping your chin and neck, keeping you in place.

You smell, feel, and hear him acutely.

The way his scent blanketed you and his warmth ate away at your form and the small little sadistic laughs he released when you whimpered. His fingers digging gently into your skin.

He’d not-so-carefully bite at your ghostly lips, pulling them away before returning once again to thrust his tongue down your throat or, conversely, pull your own tongue down his own throat.

So focused on consuming your lips that he’s left to pant above you, his cruel laugh turning into drunken whispers as his chest heaved against you.

“Perhaps our little curses’ cursed technique is seduction. I’ve never seen you so distracted before, Satoru.” Geto mused to himself.

Gojo unlatched himself from the sloppy kiss, panting, “Ha… I wouldn’t be surprised.” He agreed.

“I was joking Satoru.” Geto mumbled out.

“Doesn’t sound like a mere joke when you’re faced with these lips, Su-gu-ru~. Taste for yourself.”

Gojo raised his body just enough to push your upper half toward Geto and allow himself to squeeze behind you, opening the car door on the other side so he could still press against you.

Geto looked thoughtless for a moment and you almost believed he was going to deny you a kiss, but he leaned in any way.

It was a gentler start then with Gojo. Geto’s kiss was gentle and rather than pushing past your lips like Gojo had, he merely licked at them for a bit.

It was only when you shyly allowed your lips to part, curious about this new experience, did Geto lunge his tongue without warning.

Geto’s hand that held your in place were more gentle then Gojo’s. His large hands holding your cheeks tenderly.

Yet despite his gentle hand, his kiss only got harsher. As though he were trying to consume your soul from the outside, Geto stole your breath as he kissed with more determination than Gojo had.

Of course, Gojo was not still either.

As Geto kissed you with harsh love, Gojo was poking around your skirt and underwear. Your skirt was a bit shabby, old as it was, but that doesn’t really matter given that Gojo was going to pull it down regardless.

Slipping your skirt and, by extension, your underwear off you shivered as the cold air hit your now exposed pussy, a new sensation.

You wanted to ask what was happening, but honestly your stomach was fluttering with Geto and Gojo touching you like this. It made the presumed betrayal seem like a silly notion.

Gojo gripped your love hands and hips, his large hands able to wrap around both, before forcing you onto your knees.

You were about to ask why but between Geto refusing to free your mouth and Gojo’s fingers now rubbing experimental circles around your virgin clit.

Gojo’s fingers were testing their limits, feeling what ministrations made you twitch most, your hole clench in desperation. While at the start it was only half good, he quickly figure out your favorite patterns. Though, even if he hadn’t, the idea that it was his fingers touching you was enough to get you off.

You arched your back, asking for more nervously, before you felt Gojo groping your thighs, no longer touching your stimulated pussy.

But your pussy’s loneliness didn’t last long as soon after you felt Gojo’s hands’ gripping your thighs, firmly, sternly even, keeping you in place as you felt his breath on your pussy.

With an open panting mouth, like a starving man, Gojo used his tongue to swipe one very long, very slow, and very intrusive, slobbering lick across the entirety of your exposed genitalia.

Every time he drunkenly laughed at your twitching pussy with the flat of his tongue pressed firmly against your pussy you could feel the resulting hot breath reminding you just how close he was.

With just one drooling lick, Gojo had managed to use his tongue to invade every last cell of your cunt and effectively make you dumb in the head.

Your hips couldn’t help themselves, wanting to follow that long tantalizing and cruel stroke, but Gojo kept you firmly in place, his hands holding a bruising grip, refusing to give you even an extra inch of his tongue. You could only be mercilessly teased by him.

It was so mind numbing that you had to interrupt Geto’s kiss by allowing your tongue to loll out when you gasped in utter pleasure.

You babbled, wanting to ask what he was doing, wanting to know what this pleasure was, but Geto stared deep into your eyes, a gentle smile gracing your lips.

“Haha… hah,” Gojo pulled away from your dripping cunt, mindlessly laughing to himself like a madman out of breath, “Suguru~, don’t tell me- hah- you’re just gonna sit there and- ha- waste that hot mouth of hers.” He panted.

Geto hummed, “Oh I’ve no plan to waste any part of our little curse. I just want to make sure we’re running at the same pace.”

Geto seemed relatively calm, but you could hear Gojo hurriedly rush to his feet, the sound of a buckle moving, “Oh trust me, I’m all ready to go.”

Geto reached out his hand and grabbed your lolling tongue between thumb and the knuckle of his pointer finger, massaging it there, “I’d say she is too.”

You’d believed Geto to be the only calm one, but as he stood up you realized that what’s in his pants is anything but calm.

From both in front of you and behind you, you could hear the sounds of belts being removed and pants being pulled down. It was a good thing the sun was just about set because what was about to happen shouldn’t be seen by anyone’s eyes.

Geto’s cock, already hard, was already wet at the tip, pre cum pearling as a sign he’d been worked up for a while now. His patience was certainly not something to gawk at.

Geto once again raised his knee to lean into the car, right next to your head so your face was against his warm thigh and, obviously, his cock right near your mouth.

“It’s simple, you just open your mouth and suck, is that easy enough for you?” Geto cooed at you, kindness in his eyes as he pet your head.

You could only nod your head. Ah~ even in such a forceful situation, Geto was so very kind.

Geto allowed you to explore his cock first, to get a handle on it.

Only just as you were lapping up his precum eagerly did Gojo decide he’d waited long enough.

His impatience got the better of him for a moment, his cock slapping against your slick before sliding the tip into your sopping cunt.

Of course, a virgin as you were, you yelped a bit at the foreign burning.

The sound of your pain seemed to force Gojo back to his senses a bit, his motion coming to a halt.

“Oh! My bad sweetheart~, I was too excited, wasn’t I?” Gojo apologized, sincerely for once, gently rubbing your legs and back soothingly.

“It’ll be okay, just take deep breaths and take me in one~ inch at a time, yeah?” Gojo leaned down to whisper to you.

“If it gets to much, just let me know, I’ll give him a good punch for it.” Geto joked.

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad~.”

True to his word, Gojo took it very slow, and Geto didn’t ask you to keep pleasing him while you focused, instead praising you generously for your efforts.

“You’re such a good girl, taking it in so well. You’re so sweet.” Geto held your face against his thigh, stroking your head, occasionally gripping the hair gently.

“Hn- I’ll say. You’re more than sweet, you tasted divine.” Gojo, currently pressed down against you again, groaned in your ear, his hot breath and aroused voice reaching thickly against you, tracing a line steadily from your chin, down your neck, between your breasts, against your tender belly, and finally to your clit, offering a little stimulation.

Gojo’s cock, angled as he’d gone in, dragged steadily across your sensitive virgin walls.

Finally, as his final inch popped into you, did Gojo’s heavy cock kiss your cervix.

You, finally at ease, went back to pleasing Geto. In order to steady yourself, squished so fiercely, you held onto Gojo’s wrists as he held himself up, or barely up any way.

With Gojo now moving at a steady pace, his body sweaty above you, you couldn’t keep focusing on Geto and decided to instead take his cock into your mouth.

His taste was foreign but not at all unpleasant. And his precum was somewhat creamy and sweet!

Of course, the most distracting thing was Gojo’s merciless cock. There was now only a faint sensation of burning as your stomach and pussy exploded with pleasure like firework going off in your belly.

His pace was fast and sloppy but is strokes were lengthy. His fit body allowed him to pull out all the way to the very tip before delving straight back in, his thick head quickly meeting to gently smooch your cervix.

His length throbbed and every time his pelvis met yours there was a good chance you could feel his heart beat through his phallus. Though, you could hear his hammering heart anyhow as he pressed so firmly against you as though wished to become one with you. His wrists too, as you held them, had a quickened pace. You could feel his bulging veins against your palms.

From sadistic laughter, to drunken giggling, to now heavy pants as his face scrunched in focus. His eyes closed firmly and his mouth hanging open as he released deep quiet moans and stifled whispers of desperation into your ear.

Geto was no better. To please him, you completely negated your gag reflux against your bodies wishes and, in your need to please your sweet Geto, recklessly took several more inches of him down your throat than you probably should have.

His heart beat as could be felt. So thick in your throat that it felt as though he wished you could consume him, heartbeat and all.

Geto leaned against the cars door, his body occasionally quaking as he groaned deeply and released gasps intermittently. He had sweat glistening on his face, the hand he’d placed on your face was damp as well.

Eventually, Geto couldn’t help himself and subtly rocked himself into you, his hips stuttering and losing rhythm.

Gojo too was beginning to lose pace.

And you?

You were a mess.

You were coated in their essence, your own essence was coating Gojo’s cock. And your thighs. And probably Gojo’s thighs.

You moaned with abandon, your body thoroughly stuffed in both ends as the only people you’ve known in your life rocked their body inside you.

Their rhythm became a mess.

Geto was gripping the door of the car so hard you swear he was denting it, his cock throbbing in your throat, threatening to burst. His hand was so clearly fighting the urge to grasp at yours and Gojo’s hair as Gojo has hovered so close to you that Geto was now tasked with providing a loving hand to both you and Gojo.

As for Gojo himself, he’d begun cursing, entirely out of breath, and his pace was sloppy. With clear desperation he was humping you like an animal.

Make no mistake, he was pounding you.

You’d kind of thought Gojo was the more experienced with this kind of thing, but he was so clingy and desperate that you’ve no idea where he’d gotten his previous attitude from.

He whimpered and stifled mewls but you heard it all the same.

Geto did too, which is probably why he was now bringing his other hand to give both you and Gojo attention.

As the three of you, sweaty, drooling, and loudly moaning, reached your climax Geto had gripped both Gojo’s hair and your hair.

Gojo moaned, well moaned and yelped honestly, as his cock pumped thick hot strings of cum deep into your sensitive quivering hole, collapsing on top of you.

Geto too had came, straight down your happily swallowing throat.

Geto popped his now half soft cock out of your slimy and exhausted throat as the three of you panted.

You slowly gathered your thoughts. What just happened..?

“S…So… you were never gonna… gon’ get me..?” You asked confused.

Usually Gojo would’ve responded first but you were pretty sure he was half asleep. He moved his arms to around your neck and shoulders and cuddled you close. Fairly certain his bare ass is hanging out the car currently, but he doesn’t seem concerned.

Geto laughed with half a breath, “No, sweetheart. How could we ever? We were going to take you with us.” Geto assured you, fixing his pants.

Looking back, it made sense. Your stuff was in the car and everything. How embarrassing… and to think you messed up his car.

“‘M sorry! About the car… I mean…” you apologized, burying you face into your arms, embarrassed.

Geto smiled gently, closing the car door on his side and going around the car to fix Gojo, “It’s alright. I mean, I’m mad sure, but I get it. You were fearing for your life after all.” He responded, pulling up Gojo’s pants and lifting his feet into the car so he could close the door.

Geto entered the drivers seat door, taking a seat and pulling out the car keys.

“You don’t have to fear anything anymore. We’ll take care of you, we promise.” Geto tenderly spoke, before driving you to live with your new family as your eyes fell closed.

The two of them will care for you for as long as they live, and when they die, they’ll make sure you come with them. They just love you that much.

This ain’t proof reeaadd

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cookie-crumblr · 2 months

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Death’s Head

G/N Fast Food Worker Reader x M! Bugkeeper Yan OC

Part 2~

His Info: 🦋🕸️

Part 1

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!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: G/N Reader, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NSFW, Yandere, no body descriptions for reader, Reader Masturbation(no genitalia described), non-con voyeurism, non con somno, non con cum play, non con feeding cum, names used for reader(babe) not by ML, short part, insects

Enix’s breath hitches, what an incredible sight before him.

You, a leg draped over the back of the couch, head thrown back in a mix of frustration and pleasure. Your arm moving up and down rapidly, tiring fast, and making you groan harder. it’s the image of perfection to Enix.

“mm…!” Brows knit tightly, you’re struggling, a lot, to be honest… But you were feeling bored and now you’re determined to finish.

you stuff some fingers inside yourself and massage that spot you like so much while rubbing your front and fast. As fast as you can go.

Enix’s hand finds his own cock inside his pants, the wet patch had become cold and uncomfortable. He watches your fingers flick and squeeze inside of you while wishing that was any part of him getting to feel you around him.

He memorizes how you pleasure yourself.

He’d suck you off right now if he could. He’d worship you from the ground up. Oh and if you’d let him, he’d fuck you so hard, as if he’d die if he can’t meld his dick into your physical being. he’d strangle you and deprive you of air. He can’t help but need to hurt you, you’re just too cute! too precious! His hands burn around you, needing to wrap around and squeeze your flesh.

He’s shaking as he comes again. covering his mouth with the back of his hand as pathetic little whimpers leave him.

“Ah~!” You sigh

He wishes he had brought a jar to cum into so he could make you more sweets… Maybe he could still give you some more of him directly…

You grab a blanket from the back of the couch and lay it over yourself. Shortly after, Enix hears your soft, lulling snores.

He had saved at least a little of himself… Maybe, If he’s careful and doesn’t wake you—

He traces your body through the blanket, dizzy as he does, eyes practically spinning as he pants over your sleeping form.

He drags one hand up under the blanket up your thigh and slowly spreads your legs, and puts one back up over the couch back…

“Mmf…” you humph and mumble but keep snoring.

He slowly pulls your underwear to the side, and touches his seamen coated fingers to your sopping hole…

First, he massages just the outside, listening to your breath becoming shallower… His own still escaping him, and his nerves making him shake erratically. His fingers curl, dipping into you just barely giving you what you need.

His fingers slowly trace your hole one final time before he lets them both enter you. He smears his sperm all around your spongey interior, it feels like heaven to him!

He curls his fingers and itches that spot for you.

His breathing becomes ragged and loud, but your brows are knit as snores keep spilling from you.

He covers his mouth and pushes his fingers as deep into as possible, knuckles pressing hard into your base.

“Oh gods!”

Enix uses his free hand to quickly pulls himself free from his pants, right before he cums again, all over your belly and up the side of the couch.

He did it! he’s been accepted into your body now… He’s a part of you now.

His fingers squeeze inside of you again before he pulls them away.

He covers you back up. and heads back into the closet. satisfied with his work for now.

He continues to watch as you sleep peacefully, coated in his essence, and some even inside of you! He’s doubled over in an ecstatic high. He can barely keep himself quiet, when the front door opens… His wild eyes slowly travel to the source of the sound.

It’s your partner, Cameron.

Luckily the brute goes directly to the bathroom for a shower.

You’re still sleeping, looking so perfect for Enix.

He can’t help that his blood is boiling… He can’t stop his hand from grabbing the knife, and going into the bathroom when..

“Cameron?” He hears you stir.

He hides back in the closet, as far back as he can go so you don’t see him.

“Ew! What the fuck Cameron! you freak!!” you shout into the bathroom wiping Enix’s cum off of your lower half.

His legs clench, he knows you’d be calling him a freak… And he can’t help but feel so hot because of it.

Yes! He’s a freak! He’s your freak! He wants desperately for you to just step on him, spit on him, beat him! Give him love or give him hate, just give him something!

He’ll take care of you regardless.

He makes plenty of money with his clean up buisness… It involves lots and lots of insects, but he gets the jobs done. And his clients pay well.

He’s still holding the knife, contemplating grabbing you from behind when cameron steps out, his massive stature dwarfing you, Enix can’t possibly take both of you at once… So he waits.

“Hey, babe,” the word that came from Cameron’s vile maw makes Enix lose his mind in rage. His grip on the knife handle tightens.

“Fucking freak.” You call him and reach around him for your loofa and some soap.

“Oh c’mon, what’d i do this time?”

You’re only response is a look that sends shivers all the way down Enix’s back.

Cameron tries to touch you, and you just smack his hands away.

He’s so glad you’re rejecting that foul behemoth, in favor of him!

He’ll take such better care of you!

You won’t even have to work that shitty job anymore!

All you have to do is stay with him!

After you’re both out of the shower Cameron lays on the dirty couch and grabs his dab rig to get high.

By the next day, Enix hasn’t slept in at least two…

He’s definitely starting to smell.

It’s taken all the will power he has to take himself home…

“You’ll be fine,” He tells himself

“You can stand up for yourself, I don’t have to worry,” He repeats.

“Y/N will be fine,” he breathes the words more than says them, “Besides. I have to feed the insects.”

Beside him on the dash sits his phone, but rather than a GPS shows the five cameras he set up while you were still out. He tries not to let them distract him, but everytime there’s even slight movement his eyes are sucked to the screen. Sometimes he almost swerves off the road, but he manages to get home.

He takes a cold shower, feeds his bugs enough for a week, and packs clothes for the same amount… He then adds a few spare pairs of underwear and extra pants just in case.

He takes extra time at a few certain insect enclosures… The Brown Widow, the Tarantula Hawk and some scorpion tanks… Their venoms have a common factor, a paralytic effect, that he likes to combine and home brew with their help.

He thinks about the Tarantula Hawks for a second too long. How they sting a special prey that they deem worthy of their offspring… After the sting their prey is paralyzed, unable to reject them as they inject their offspring into their body. The offspring grows up and devours the surrogate.

He doesn’t want to kill you…

He won’t kill you.

He ca—

He has to get back to you.

He has to get you away from that oaf that lives with you.

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zenphiaaa · 11 months

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She (Ranpo Endogawa)

Ranpo x Gen!Reader Very Slight Yandere Themes Nothing Graphic

<> Ranpo admired you for your observation skills, without a word and with only a single glance you always seem to know what he wants in the minute

<> (Not like knowing what Ranpo wants at any given time was hard, he mostly asked for sweets and strawberry milk)

<> He loved the feeling of someone knowing him so well that there wasn't a need to speak, so he wanted you to feel that way as well

<> He then decided to keep you after you around after you faithfully made a fresh batch of homemade donuts for celebration over another mission finished

<> Didn't you know that the way to a man's heart is through his stomache? Keep making those homemade donuts and he'll be wrapped around your finger in no time

<> Within a few minutes Ranpo had gathered everything he would ever need to know about you

<> From your favorite movies, to way you perfered to tie your hair back. He knew every little thing that would make you smile and every big thing that you feared

<> Don't worry about that though! He only knows this in order to keep a better eye on you. If that one creepy co-worker won't leave you alone when you ask....well they certainly will if he is the one doing the questioning

<> One day you decided to make lunch for two, figuring you'd thank him for walking you home last night

<> Upon seeing that smile on your face as you delicately handed over the handmade lunch, he knew he was done for

"Ah! Y/N, did you bring me something good today?" Ranpo eagerly questioned you as the two of you walked into the break room for lunch. Ranpo was practically bouncing up and down in his seat as he tried to wait for you to get out your lunch bag.

You nodded your head as you carefully pulled out a bento box before gentley placing said box down in front of the male. "I tried something new, I hope it doesn't mess the taste up too much." You spoke quietly as you opened up your own lunch to began eating.

Ranpo hummed as he looked over at the contents of the bento box before quickly shoving food into his mouth as fast as possible. He already knew that he would love anything that was made by you.

"Slow down! You might choke!" You franticly exclaimed, wide eyed in alarm.

"Ehh, if I choke Yosano-san will help me out. Your food is always too good to eat slow." Ranpo teased with a smile playing on his lips. You felt a blush rise to your checks as Ranpo's green eyes seemed to be staring right through you.

"Right well, I'm glad you enjoy it." You smiled back.

Ranpo binked at the sudden feeling that was slowly blooming in his chest...it felt light. Like nothing he had ever felt before, he wanted to cherish it. "Of course." The male whispers to himself as he looked down at his bento box. This is what people who love each other feel like. People who love each other, who look at one another with such lightness.

It felt like love.

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs ranpo #bungou sd #bungou stray dogs x reader #ranpo x y/n #yandere ranpo #ranpo x reader #ranpo edogawa #bsd x y/n #bsd x reader #bsd #bsd ranpo #gender neutral insert #gender neutral reader #gender netural

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yanderes-stuff · 9 months

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Yandere Johnathon Ohnn x Scientist Reader

(Forgive me if this sucks. I have a sinus infection and can barely focus but I need to dump my brain.)

Johnathon worked at Alchemax long before you did, to him it was just another day of tedious work. Then he heard rumors of a new worker coming, it was nothing too uncommon in the laboratory though.

Then he actually got to meet you, he had to approach you while you were doing papers. He couldn't help but notice how soft your expression was; everybody else seemed so tense and yet you just seemed happy to be there. He really… really liked that.

He couldn't help but watch you from afar whenever Livv was not hovering over his shoulder attempting to finish his project. He remembers having guards shoo him away whenever he came to visit you when you had overtime. You had your head down peacefully on a desk of messy papers, you seemed so tired… He really would've grabbed you a blanket if he had gotten the chance.

Sooner or later he begins to realize his fascination with you is more than it seems, Ohnn never really understood his emotions but he could tell you already had a special place in his mind.

He eventually becomes a bit stalkerish. Watching you from a window whenever you clock out of work. He had to make sure you were safe, and just generally kept an eye on you. But the more your friend group grows the more jealousy he feels.

Ohnn was very easily jealous of others, he never felt satisfied with what little he had. He always felt the need to do more. The need to prove himself; And it seemed like he was finally understanding that you might be an opportunity for that.

Finally, he gathers the courage to talk to you, it was just a normal break when Ohnn nervously approached you. His awkward frame loomed over you as he held a cup of coffee gently in his clammy palms. But what struck him as odd was the fact you treated him… normally, there wasn't even a trace of discomfort on your face despite Ohnn being deemed a freak by your coworkers, your friends.

Talking to you was addicting, he slowly started to insert himself whenever he got the chance when you were alone. At first, you were flattered such an astounding scientist wanted to speak to you. But you were quickly getting distracted by him, It wasn't anything personal it was just. Between your friends, your work, and him. There was no room left for him.

His jealousy was quickly growing, he felt cast aside. Though it wasn't completely your fault, no no no. It was your friend's fault, it was your boss's fault. They were making it more difficult for him to form anything meaningful with you.

He would begin to make little gifts for you, leaving you a little homemade lunch instead of the usual cafeteria food. (which surprisingly tasted good for somebody whose diet was mostly takeout and energy drinks.) And he'd leave little love notes on your desk.

He watched in joy as you ate his lunch, and how your feet kicked for a moment reading his rather unprofessional romantic notes.

But what made him regret those little actions was the fact he was too scared to sign it. A co-worker took credit for his gifts! Both of them had similar handwriting… and of course, somebody else would have a thing for you, ugh.

He considered confessing it was him and that your co-worker was a liar. But at this point, his image was already ruined, he was considered bizarre before you came. And it only grew every day, especially with the new rumors of him being a stalker. But that didn't even agitate him, it was observing your new love flirt and spend time together.

He only had one other option now, and seeing how things seemed at the moment he'd need to act fast before his emotions made him do something even more drastic.

He came in early like usual, you usually came shortly after. He could tell you were trying to climb the Alchemax ladder and he couldn't help but admire that. It also gave him a chance to fulfill his plan, so he approached you. Explained that he had a discovery he wanted to show you. The excitement you held in your face was adorable, and he led you into his room and closed the door behind him.

As soon as you stepped inside, looking around searching for his discovery, he wrapped his forearm around your throat. Squeezing your body against him as he placed his palms roughly against your mouth. Your screams were muffled as you thrashed, Ohnn wasn't strong by any means but he was around 6'5. And in the choke hold he had you in there was a slim chance of breaking free. He held you there while muttering apologies and trying to comfort you, expressing that he wasn't going to hurt you. As long as you didn't make him.

You eventually passed out in his arms, how adorable! Now it was time to actually show you his discovery…

There was a portal he kept hidden in his personal laboratory, he explored it himself. Memorizing the terrain. And now that he had you to himself, it seemed like you and him were going to explore the multiverse together… Finally, everything that has been distracting you will be put behind you.

He was going to find a way to make you dependent on him, so don't try to resist him please… it'll only make you hurt, and he doesn't like hurting you. But he's not above it either for more control~

#spider man: across the spider verse #yandere #x reader #yandere fic #johnathan ohnn #Yandere johnathan Ohnn x reader #johnathan ohnn x reader #spot x reader #the spot #yandere spot #Yandere spot x reader

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slumber-lexifer · 1 year

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Yandere fast food worker x reader gn

[Warning creepy yandere restaurant doesn't have a name yet ldk what to call the place ]

You live nearby this new restaurant it was abandoned when they rearbult it. you want to check it out, you enter the building, you noticed it was different, it was red and white with with cartoon characters on walls viewing you. it's probably the weird ass mascot jester with dead eyes looking deadpan at you shiver. you walk up to order at the cashier.

"excuse me" the cashier doesn't look up he has greenish hair a hat with heart with x init company logo, he got bags under his eyes like he never slept, hes pale sickly, a name tag with the name Jerry, he looks like he gonna sleep he still hasn't looked up you cough

"uhahm hello!" He jolted all concious came back he looked up. and shit his heart wasn't prepared to see a angel cheeks heating up nervously sweating what do you do when you see your soul mate,

fuck God oh no don't mess up "h..hi .how may..l..ta..take.y..your order?" god why am such a loser

"oh l just take a strawberry milkshake"

"Oh..ok..l.d..deliver. it at your table." his stutter is disappearing but now he's drenched in sweat, he wonder what your sweat would tast like, he shakes his head getting the thoughts out, the word is try, you walk off to a seat, he watches and goes to the kitchen to make your milkshake, he's struggling and clutching, his heartbeat it's fast, he's trying desperately to focus, he looks down trying to make the order, he grabs a straw, with no mental restraint to develop around his darling yet, he licks the straw, intrusive thought won, a peace of him in you made him weak to knees, "God he's pathetic" he thinks to himself, he doesn't know you yet and he's already wants to crawl in your skin to feel close to you, taking deep breaths in to at least function.

he delivers the milkshake in hand.

"Oh here you go made with care my dear." He softly laughs he lingers at you table breathing a bit heavy eyelidead before he focus comes back, he apologise, and hurrys off ,like ran off but not obvious.

"Um he's weird but this place has an eerie feel." You mumble, anyways you drink your milkshake, it tastes weird at first but you don't mind, there that feeling again, like there eyes are on you and you make sure sitting behind the jester mascot, well it's late so you pack up and leave, and youve left the milkshake empty. you left the restaurant.

"Oh God is this what love feels like it's living?" He whispes to himself, like he woke from a coma and got to experience the world. he came out the kitchen and looked where you were seated, and he pocketed the straw real quick, he hopes to see you again, when he doesn't have the night shift so he can learn you he hopes you order from your place so he can know were you live.

[A drawing of jerry and my first time writing fanfiction]

#my oc jerry #yandere #tw: yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere blurb #yandere x you #yandere fast food worker #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere insert #yandere scenario

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flowering-thought · 2 years

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hiiii!! i love your writing sm!!

can i please get jealousy (how they react and handle it) headcanons for rowan and daisuke?

thank you sm and have a good day :)

(can i be star anon pls?)

Hii of course! Welcome ⭐️ anon <3

Lemme get those lovely headcannons ready for you! And I hope you have a super good day as well <3

Picrew here soon- (•ω•)

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WARNING - MINORS DNI

AFAB reader and described with fem words

Yandere themes, stalking, slight violence, implied murder, manipulation and invasion of privacy

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Rowan Clarke

Jealousy Headcannons

• Rowan is honestly pretty territorial-

• He doesn't often come off as such normally since most of the time you spend with him is on the farm or at your cottage.

• But when you and him head into town? Oh, he's making sure he at least is holding your hand or has an arm around you. He also hates having you out of his sight-

• One time when you went out to get groceries he lost you while looking at one of the aisles and freaked out as hard as a kid when they lose their mom at the store.

• He panicked to the point he did laps around the aisle before calling out your name and running super fast the moment he heard you reply

• He looked quite shaken when he found you and one of the store workers helping you get items off a shelf

• At this certain instance, the store worker wasn't actually flirting with you, but Rowan didn't care. Anyone is a threat when you're involved. He trusts his family because they are big on no betrayals, but not others.

• But the one time you completely saw him lose his composure was at one of the town festivals-

• It was one of those holiday festivals and actually Rowan gets less paranoid with the whole festive mood! He loved the ambiance and loved that he got to share such a fun moment with you.

• But you both were getting hungry at the smell of food and he didn't want you to keep walking and waiting in line for food so he had you wait at an empty table while he went to get food.

• Oh boy was that a massive mistake...

• You see sometimes people from other towns nearby come for the holiday festivals due to how good the food and drinks are. And that means drunkards who get a little too happy no?

• One big burly biker man sat right down in front of you, making the most confident comments about how beautiful you were and that you had to be the most beautiful woman he had seen in this little town.

• You of course found it quite funny because this man was dead drunk and slurring his words quite a bit-

• But Rowan didn't see it that way.

• He came back to see an obviously drunk-looking biker making his woman laugh.

• And then the biker had to go and say something along the lines of how nice your tits would look around his cock and Rowan saw red-

• He punched the guy and literally knocked a tooth out-

• It was the first time you ever saw Rowan so angry and completely topple a guy in a minute.

• Luckily his older sister was also wandering around the fair and saw her brother knock the man down. It wasn't until Rowan got at least four punches in and one back that she pulled him off and whispered in his ear that he was going to scare you if he continued.

• He realized that was a huge mistake and brought you back home to apologize.

• But the sweet darling that you are only let him inside so he could ice that bruise forming on his cheek.

• He didn't want you to see him like that and felt ashamed for being so rough in front of you. He was taught better to not be rough in front of the person he loved and he felt like he blew it.

• Luckily though you only gave him a small lecture on how he should be more careful and not go around hitting drunks. And that while you were a little scared it felt nice that you had someone to stick up for you.

• But of course, after he left your place to head back to the farm, his sister had a lovely present waiting for him to take his anger out on.

After all, the man made him look bad in front of his Angel..

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Daisuke Kawahara

Jealousy Headcannons

• Daisuke had never felt jealousy in his whole 27 years of life.

• He's not used to having such extreme emotions, but he is good at making it look like things don't bother him-

• He's not stupid and knows that he is quite handsome. But he also feels like his lack of understanding of emotions could lead to others being there for you in ways he can't.

• He gets most jealous when you go out with friends cause he's afraid of people influencing you away from him.

• While he has made good impressions on your friends, there's that lingering itch in the back of his head that's telling him not to trust them-

• But Daisuke just reassures himself that it's fine and that there's no way anyone could take you away.

• But when he sees someone flirt with you? The one time he steps away from you in public and some greedy little shitstain approaches you like they deserve to be near you? He takes a picture of the man before approaching of course-

• He appeared calm in front of you, but he snakes his arm around your waist and glares at the man. If looks could kill the man would have already been dead..

• And trust me when I say that if a guy ignores the glare and obvious information you are taken? Daisuke gets absolutely livid-

• How stupid did this guy have to be? And slowly with the guy continuing with his stupid comments and flirting, Daisuke could tell how uncomfortable you were getting.

• So what Daisuke did was kick his shin on impulse and started to lead you away from the scene.

• Daisuke knew better than to fight a man that was about to go missing in public. He'd rather not get accused of killing someone since it's a pain to get those charges dropped.

• He may become more clingy after that. He begs for the two of you to install one of those couple tracker apps cause he worries about you. And who are you to deny it when you could also see where Daisuke is as well?

• But he also bugs your dorm. He doesn't want to think that you would do anything against him but does think that it's better just in case.

• And who would have thought that one of your friends had been heard through that bug saying something was wrong with Daisuke-

• They went on about how Daisuke seemed too silent and too emotionally dull. They included that they didn't know what you saw in them other than their face.

• Before he could even get angry you told them to shut up and not talk about him that way. He heard you go on about how sweet Daisuke was and that even if he had a hard time with emotions sometimes that he tries really hard and you love that about him.

• You went on with praises about him for at least twenty minutes until you realized you were rambling and changed the topic to your friends' multiple failed relationships as revenge for what they said about Daisuke.

• That just further confirmed that the people around you are the problem and that he should still be aware of what they could be saying to you behind his back.

• But that doesn't erase that your friend said such horrible things no?

• So after figuring out who said that all it takes is a little blackmail and starting some rumors for that friend to start to get alienated.

• And after making sure those rumors get to you of that friend talking shit about you? Well, you're sure to not be friends with them anymore hm?

• Daisuke doesn't like hurting you. But sometimes to get rid of a pest around you it's going to hurt a little bit..

But he's just doing what's best for you. He can't help that you make him feel such strong emotions!

#soft yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #chubby reader #yandere hcs #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere male #.daisuke_kawahara_♡#.rowan_clarke_♡

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melody22222 · 11 months

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Silly Male Yandere x Fem!reader

Summary: After breaking up with your ex for his psychotic behaviors, you managed to go back to your parent's house that they left for you where one night, something really bad happens. (Goofy summary, I'm sorry.)

TW: Yandere/dark themes, violence, stalking, death threats, angst

Word count: 3.1k

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It was the middle of the night when you came back home from the convenience store, holding some yummy snacks for your night planned date with yourself.

Yes, a date with yourself.

You finally accepted the loneliness that you have, and decided to enjoy the company that you had with yourself. Since you couldn’t do anything about it. After breaking up with your ex, you had no one else.

You relieved and set down the keys and bags of snacks on the couch and went upstairs. You were dying to change into your pjs. You cannot wait to just sit down on the couch all night and watch horror movies as you planned.

As you went upstairs, you got to your room that was quite messy but you didn’t care less about it and was just thinking about the break you are going to have in a few moments. You smiled to yourself as you opened the closet and took out the nightwear. You quickly removed your clothes and wore your nightwear.

You went downstairs and grinned to yourself excitedly and jumped a little and clapped your hands like a little child who just got a yes to McDonald’s from their parents. You turned on your TV and sat down on the couch.

You let out the biggest sigh as you felt all the stress go away that your work and boss put into you. You only had one day off every week which annoyed you. You hate your boss so fucking much. You got disgusted as the thought of her came across your mind.

“Ugh, what a bitch.” You thought to yourself, but giggled later on

You put on your favorite movie that you watched like a week ago, you seriously cannot get enough of it. You grabbed your favorite chips that you got and opened it as the movie began, the thought of your boss leaving your mind.

-30 minutes passed by-

You changed your position and now lying down while shoving multiple chips inside your month. Out of nowhere, you hear noises around your bushes that were in front of your house. The curtains are opened so you look outside the area where the noises came. You thought it was just a stray animal searching for food so you ignored it.

Suddenly, a loud thump came outside the same place where the noises came. You sat up quickly and looked outside again. It was pretty dark, the transparent glass can allow anyone to see you from inside. Your breath became shaky and your heart rate was beating so fast as you got up and checked the window from outside. You examined left and right.

Nothing was there, except for the bushes that were dancing around because of the light wind.

You reassured yourself that it was probably nothing. Since it can be just your imagination.

Right?

These past months were a nightmare. You have been trying to get away from your psychotic ex who cannot let go of the fact that you both have been broken up. You are sick of his possessive and stalking behavior and every time you call him out on it, he tells you that this is for your own good and you just forget about it but are still worried.

Cycle repeats.

You have been catching him following you around, watching you, even at your own apartment. He gave you no privacy at all. Every time he catches you talking to someone, whether it was a co worker, a friend, he goes insane. The next day after talking to someone, you never saw them ever again. You were confused as hell.

You moved out of your apartment and moved into your parents’ house after breaking up with him, the only thing that they left for you after they died. But you still lived in the apartment because your workplace was very close to the apartment instead of the house that’s an hour long away from your workplace.

You never mentioned to your ex that you have a house your parents left for you and you thank god every day that you never told him about it.

‘What am I even scared of…’

You walked back and threw yourself back at the couch again, letting out a heavy sigh. You grabbed the bag of chips and began to shove them into your mouth again.

The movie stopped all of the sudden because of the trash Wi-Fi connections you have been having lately. You waited for it to resume but after waiting for minutes, you started growing impatient.

You looked at the router and realized that the Wi-Fi turned off.

‘What the heck?’

You got up and started walking towards the Wi-Fi router but you froze all of the sudden. Your heart starts beating so fast and your palms become sweaty. You could hear outside boots crunching on the grass, walking around the house.

Someone is here.

You couldn’t manage to breathe normally as your breaths began to shake. You sat down on the couch, still frozen and not knowing what to do. You looked around the windows, maybe to see who this person is roaming around your house.

‘Should I call the police? Should I go outside and check? No. No, no, no.’

A loud noise of breaking glass made you flinch so hard. You turned your head around and saw your slide door glass shattered all over the floor. You quickly stood up and began to back away slowly. You saw the boots step inside slowly that you heard a few moments ago.

‘Oh my…god.’

The man looked across you; he placed the hatchet on his shoulder playfully that he broke the glass with a few seconds ago. He removed his black mask and tilted his head a little and smiled at you

“Silas?”

“Oh, my love.” He grinned at me and opened his arms, expecting you to hug him. You looked at him horrified. Still can’t get words out of your mouth.

Silas laughed, amused at your reaction. “Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how long I’ve been looking for you. Why would you run away from me like that, love?” he put his hand on his chest sarcastically, “Why love? After all these times we have been together, you do this to me? I never expected this from you, out of all people.”

“How the fuck did you know where I am? What the fuck do you want? Please just get away from me and leave me alone, I told you it’s over.” You said, almost shouting as your eyes started getting watery.

“Aw love, don’t cry.” He removed his hand from his chest and began walking slowly towards you. You walked back but hit the wall instead. There’s no escape for now.

“It hurts me to see you like this, baby.” He’s standing really close to you now. You didn’t know what to do. Your body is frozen, your legs are weakened. Your heart is beating rapidly, you cannot control your shaky breaths. You felt defeated. You are sobbing and all you could do is look him in the eyes as he’s doing the same.

Silas notices your fear and smiles lightly. He brought his face closer to yours and began to kiss your tears that are slipping down your cheek, he kisses them softly. He hushes you softly and grabs the back of your head and shoves it on his chest. You let it all out.

You couldn’t do anything at this point. He finally got you now, didn’t he?

An idea popped into your mind, you didn’t care if it’s going to work or not. You pushed Silas as hard as you could so that he fell. “You fucking bitch!” He yelled, trying to catch you, but he was too slow from the aftershock of your action, so you managed to run away. You were surprised you managed to give him a beat.

Scared, you didn’t have time to think and rushed upstairs, you wish you didn’t do that and instead went for the front door. But he could have caught you since the front door was locked and he was close to it. Silas followed you and quickened his pace. You will regret doing that.

You went to your bedroom; you had no idea what to do except to lock yourself, preventing him from catching you. How the hell did he know where you were? You knew he was smart, he would find you eventually after escaping from him.

You heard his loud footsteps. You didn’t have a lot of time to lock yourself in the bedroom since he was coming, so you rushed into the bathroom. You tried closing the bathroom door only for it to swing open by Silas; making you fall down the greasy wet floor.

“You stupid fucking whore, oh you will regret that.” He hissed. He grabbed your arms and picked you up from the floor. “Get away from me!” You tried fighting, kicking, pushing and obviously you failed. He pulled you out of the bathroom and pushed you on the bed. He came on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head with his hand as you cried even more of how he is bruising your wrists.

You started getting him on his nerves, “You should be grateful I didn’t cut your fucking throat ever since I got here.” He angrily spat.

“P-please stop, p-please.” You blabbered and choked on your own tears.

“Awe, you want me to stop? Huh?” He whispers. You were shaking your head and crying, trying to get out of his grip. Silas grabbed the back of your head with his other hand and kept pressing his body against yours. “Look at me.” He said in a calm but angry tone, “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, he gripped your hair. You looked at him in the eyes, many fears formed inside your eyes.

“You know, I’ve really nice to you the moment I got here. Don’t make me angry and do things that you won’t like. You don’t want me to do that now, do you?” He said calmly, his anger died down a bit. You immediately shook your head, the moment he mentioned ‘things’, you got flashbacks of the basement.

Oh god.

The basement.

“Good.” He smiled. You have to escape him. You have too. There’s some way you can get out of his grip and just run away and never look back.

“After trying to find you for months, after cutting everyone’s throat so they could tell me where you were, one of them told me. And I just grabbed a chair and smashed it onto her head.” He starts to laugh at your face loudly. You froze again and your eyes widened at him. “Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure you’ll see her when we go back to our new home. Her head looks so lovely lying on the shelf, you’ll love it.” He said as he looked into your widened eyes.

New home, that gave you Goosebumps.

He smiled and planted a small peck into your lips.

Silas gets up but quickly grabs your wrist to prevent you from running away from him again. You got up from the bed, still feeling some pain on your wrists. The words he said, still processing in your brain. You were horrified at the way he talked as if this is normal for him. Did he really kill everyone just to find where you were? You didn’t have time to think when he grabbed your other wrist and planted a soft kiss on it. He kissed the other one as well.

Silas looked at your eyes and smiled again.

“God, how did I land on something so precious and delicate?” He said, still looking at you. He removed his hands from your wrists and grabbed both of your cheeks with his hands.

You really were so precious and delicate. An angel, just for him.

“I can’t wait to go home with you, love.” He grabbed your hand now and started leading you out of the bedroom. He’s still keeping a close eye on you. “You don’t need to take your stuff; I’ve already prepared everything in our new home.”

New home, you hear it again.

Your heart was still beating so fast, afraid of what he might do next. You both went downstairs; Silas was still gripping your wrist strongly. He went to the slide door and picked up his hatched that he broke the glass with, should’ve moved into a new country instead of here now thinking about it.

He zipped his backpack open with his hand and picked out some rope.

‘Oh no.’ you thought.

“Give me your hands, love.” He said as he let go of your hand, cutting your thoughts. You almost followed his order until you saw the lamp that was next to you, sitting on the table near the stairs. Silas was busy unfolding the ropes, so you had the chance. You quickly picked up the lamp and hit him on the face, not the head but THE face.

Silas fell on the floor, “Not the face… BITCH NOT THE FUCKING FACE YOU PIECE OF BITCH TRASH.” He yelled. Silas put a hand on his face and removed it where you hit him to see if there's blood, there was nothing but he still didn’t go unconscious.

Maybe you should have hit him harder.

You ran to the kitchen and opened one of the drawers, you grabbed a kitchen knife as quickly as you could. Then, you ran to the living room but noticed him getting up, giving you a death glare.

Oh, what have you done…

You grabbed the front door keys that were sitting on the coffee table. You quickly shoved the key inside the door lock and twisted it the first time. You were about to twist it open the second time until you heard footsteps coming closer. You turned around to face him and held a knife in front of him.

“Get away from me, get away!” You cried, feeling so weak. You probably won’t even cut or stab him if he gets close.

“Baby, why don’t you put that knife away before you end up hurting yourself and just come to me. I’ll take you away, far away from stress and life,” He asks and looks at you in awe. Mesmerized

“I’d rather plunge the knife into my heart.” You hiccuped.

His face became poker and looked down at the floor, sighing.

“Let’s take a heavy breath, love. Like we used to before. Inhale and exhale. All right?” He asked, still remaining calm after you just freaking hit him on the head with a lamp.

“Just stop… or else.”

“Or else what? You gonna stab me?”

You went silent.

You couldn’t open the door, you knew he would catch you. So the only thing you did was just threaten him with a knife. You held the knife higher at him.

Silas looked at you from the floor and chuckled, “Alright then, since you wanna hold that knife on me,” He began to step closer, being closer to your body now. You were still holding the knife on his face, looking directly at him. Feeling brave for the first time.

He brought his face closer to the knife, a cold knife hitting his warm skin. “Why don’t you stab me then, finish me off.” He said confidently, looking directly back at you in the eyes, smirking.

And all that bravery you thought you had, wiped away with a single wipe.

Your hands were shaking, you couldn’t control your breath. You didn’t know what to do. But you sure knew you would be terrified if you gave him a slight cut on the skin.

Instead, your cries escalated. Looking down in shame. You can’t, you just can’t. Silas laughs at your pathetic cries. He took the knife out of your hands and threw it aside. “Weak. Small. Fragile. That’s why you need me, love. You need me, just let me take care of you.” He cups your cheek and then grabs your chin to look at him.

Maybe…

Just maybe.

Maybe he was right. This job is exhausting you, and you were lucky you were able to pay the water and electricity bills for the first month but it got worse. You’ll eventually end up in the dark with no water. But again, no matter how hard things get, you can’t go back to him. You will always fear this man. Even a slight touch he gives you makes you flinch, you will always get nervous and tremble around him. That’s how powerful Silas Rafael was.

“Okay…” Is all you could get out of your pouty small mouth.

“Good. Don’t ever do that again, you don’t wanna see my bad side again, do you love?”

You shook your head.

“Now come on, let me tie you and don’t try anything. I’m warning you.”

He became stern all of the sudden.

Silas goes again to the slide door where his bag is near, holding your hand. He picks the rope off the floor, keeping an eye on you. You didn’t dare to do anything after what you just did. He starts tying your wrists. He saw the discomfort in your eyes.

“Is it too tight?”

You shook your head again.

He took out a piece of cloth from his bag and put it around your mouth, you almost gagged.

He grabbed your face gently which made you flinch a little. “We can finally go home now.” He said as he caressed your face. He pulls you into a hug. You closed your eyes and leaned on his chest.

Despite how psychotic Silas was, his warmth was one of the many favorite things about him. He would hug you whenever you cried, felt alone, sick, he would get sick with you. He feels alive whenever he’s with you, maybe that's why he couldn’t let you go.

“This is gonna hurt a little.” He said. You felt a sharp pain on your neck making you squeal painfully but it was muffled, feeling something going inside you. You gripped his shoulder with your tied hands, squeezing it. You look where you felt the horrible pain, you’ve been injected with a needle syringe.

Silas shushed you softly, “It’s okay, love. You won't feel anything after this. You will go to sleep, I’ll take care of you.”

Oh god.

To your surprise, you kind of trust him. After everything that happened tonight and everything he said, why would he do something out of your league?

It hit you more quickly than you thought. You couldn’t keep your eyes open. You put your head on his shoulder and the last thing you heard before drifting off…

“Sleep well, my love.”

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