#yandere smurf x reader

[smurflover]

can you make absolutely anything about the scottish one (i forgor his name (jm high on ibupropefn) 💀))

Gutsy?? 😭😭😭 This was asked so long ago

[Did you know he was made just for the film?]

He's a lot like grouchy [Expect he's Scottish]

Can be mean and at first you'll think he hates you

But it's just his way of showing he cares

He's very direct and tells you how he feels

Though he's not always nice about it

In fact, he's never nice about it

Though, he likes you, so he'll try

But you can't ask for to much. He's still going to slip from time to time

Though if you can give it back, that's a game changer

It's like tennis, you both keep going back and forth with your insults

It's a fun thing for you both to do

Sometimes you both will do it just to do it

Hopefully none of the other smurfs get involved, because no one is safe in war

Clumsy and Brainy know this from personal experience

He'll listen to you rant and give you advice

Though, not advice you want

It's really just him giving you the hard truth

[no-mercy-bby]

First of all, please do not look at me or perceive me at all. My brain go brrr

Ralph Bohner(Peter Maximoff) x Reader

Inspired by my brain and:

[Very light yandere themes, you are being held in the mancave against your will, light(?) Stockholm syndrome]

It's honestly really fluffy also kissing/making out but it doesn't get worse than that.

You Can't Run Away

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"Don't waste your breath, babe!" The man calls out to you from the couch ss he strums idly on his guitar," No one can hear you from in here."

You quickly turn around, the door opened enough just to tease you and capture your attention. After the short dramatic strum of the man's guitar, you run for the exit only to see the man leaning against the now shut door.

"You can't run away, pretty. You'll start ruining everything that's in place and she can't have that." He explains as if you were a child before nodding towards the couch. "Go sit."

"No." You shake your head, glaring at him, which in return made him smirk at you.

Within a spilt second you were rather delicately set on the middle cushion of the couch as the man is now across the room, blending up a milkshake. (Pretty sure I read an article that said that)

"How did you do that?" You question quickly, confused, but a little intrigued by him.

"I'm pretty good at running." He chuckles, tossing you a dimpled grin from over his shoulder.

You unintentionally smile back before glancing to the mess of papers stacked on the table to thd side. Shuffling through them, you eventually come across what looked to be a headshot. It looked like the man across the room, only maybe a few years younger, with his hair looking to be natural brunette.

But the name was what threw you off.

"Is your name really Ralph Boner?" You question while trying not to laugh, it wasn't even that funny.

The man however proceeds to practically giggle out loud as he now browses his movie collection.

"Heh, boner."

"So, you're not Ralph then?"

"Pfft no way, babe." He grins at you once again, but instead of you smiling back you simply stare at him confused.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He asks while speeding to sit beside you, his arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders, and tucking you against his side.

"Something isn't right out there." You mumble as you glance past him out the small basement window, seeing the sky gradually turn more shades of scarlet.

"Of course, that's why you're in here, with me." Not-Ralph replies simply, tossing away the headshot from your hand before leaning into kiss you.

You freeze as his other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to him, so now you were almost sideways across his lap.

His soft lips brushed against yours, making you quickly move yours away from his.

"You basically kidnapped me." You state quietly, meeting his eyes, and try not to stare at his lips as he bit at them.

"A perk of the job." Not-Ralph smirks as you try not to smile while rolling your eyes. He quite literally sweeped you off feet in more ways than just the literal sense. How was he so charming? Why did this feel so right?

"I don't even know you..." You whisper as a pathetic excuse, while trying (and failing) to avoid his puppy dog eyes.

"Well, we can get to know each other..." He whispers before capturing your lips with his own in an unexpectedly passionate kiss.

You hesitate for a second before returning the kiss, tangling your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, tugging lightly and making not-Ralph moan into your mouth.

You feel heat quickly rise up to your face as you break the intense kiss, laughing quietly as not-Ralph's lips search out for yours. You press your hand against his lips before they can connect to yours again.

As he eyes peek open he immediately grins at your flustered state. His eyes slowly wander from your face down your body.

"Nice outfit change." He winks, only flustering you further as you glance down to see what you were wearing. A tank top and skinny jeans, wait weren't you just wearing something completely different? How did that happen?

Glancing back up at not-Ralph, you notice his own outfit change.

"I could say the same about you." You smile, brushing your hand across the shiny silver of his jacket. His whole previous outfit was completely replaced, topped off with goggles instead of a Smurf-like beanie.

But the necklace was what threw you off.

It was still the same and didn't change. You reached up to touch it, but quickly draw you hand back as you feel a sort of sting against your fingertips.

"How come your necklace didn't change, Peter?" You ask him, preoccupied with staring at the necklace to notice what you said. It felt almost as if the necklace was telling you to touch it- to take it from not-Ralph.

"What did you just call me?" The sharp edge to his voice makes you meet his eyes.

"...Ralph?.."

"Nooo, you said as different name. What was it?" He asks you almost desperately, grasping your wrists quickly in a tight grip as you try to touch his necklace again.

"Why does it matter?" You huff, trying to pull your wrists from him," Let me go."

"Nuh-uh, not till you tell me my name." He persists, making you glare at him as you snatch your wrists from his grip before trying to run out the door.

Peter easily catches you with an arm around your hips and tugs your back against his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You can't run away," He whispers in your ear then starts kissing at your neck.

It felt ...familiar?

Oh

"Peter..." You sigh, remembering that very specific memory, before spinning around and facing him. "Its that necklace. Its hurting you."

Peter nods his head, oddly silent, watching you intently.

Agatha said Fietro was her eyes and ears for Wanda, but he could still control most of his actions.

"I don't know..." You shrug, not knowing what to do to get this necklace off of him. But if you listened to it's call and put it on, surely Peter could get it off you?

Trying to think only about wearing it, you reach out to the necklace again, and it quite literally falls into your hands.

Peter gasps in shock as he's freed from Agatha's necklace only to recognize you were about to put it on yourself and give Agatha your power instead.

Frantically Peter smacks it out of your hands and sends it flying through the air before picking you up and speeding the both of you outside.

You lean your head heavily against Peter's shoulder and when Peter looks down he sees you had fallen asleep or most likely passed out from all the dizzying sensations of Agatha's magic. As well as, speeding with you from the first time.

"James E. Wo-" Jimmy's eyes widen as he looks at his witness and the girl curled up in Peter's arms.

"Yeah, yeah, Jimmy. I was just about to go searching for you." Peter smiles half heartedly, glancing down at you in his arms, sound asleep.

"Who is she?" Jimmy asks curiously with a nod at your form.

"Mutant, I know her, well used to. Apparently Wanda isn't the only one breaking through the multiverse." Peter explains quietly to Jimmy.

"You mean she can create portals to other wor-"

"-she needs to be in witness protection with me, Jimmy." Peter cuts him off quickly.

You had risked so much to break through the multiverses strict hold, and all for what?

Him?

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A cliffhanger for you😘 please let me know what you think!! I love you and good night/afternoon/morning💕

PART 2 :)

[seiyasabi]

Утешение (Consolation)

(This is a Yandere Lev Haiba x Female Reader comfort story :)) 

TW: Stockholm Syndrome, reader has a menstrual cycle, mentions of past kidnapping, time skip (he’s a model at this time w his own flat), he kinda treats you like a baby, he and you have a bath together, !no NSFW, etc..

I’m sorry if this sucked haha, my interpretation of Lev is probably not very accurate :)) Also, I am also a person of Eastern European/Japanese descent, so my ethnicity joke at the end is one I use a lot. Please do not take offense :)))

“Come on, Kitten, get in the bath tub for your Lyovochka,” The large grey haired man coos at you from his place by the shower. This morning, you awoke to harsh cramps and a small pool of blood, causing you to break down in tears. You’d stained your pretty, lilac sheets, along with the white jumper your cat-eyed lover had given you, “Don’t be sad, didn’t I promise that I’d get you new sheets and-“ 

“But I ruined your sweater. Aren’t you mad at me?” More tears bead your (colour) eyes, your bottom lip wobbling slightly. Lev gasps at your words, quickly shutting off the warm water he was drawing into the tub. 

“Not at all, Kitty!” He got to his feet in mere seconds, suddenly materialising in front of you, his large hands cupping your face, “I can get many sheets and sweaters, but there’s only one of you. My pretty baby can’t control this-“

“But I should’ve known it was coming! I always keep track of it, but I forgot-“ He shushes you kindly, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“You worry too much. Do you think your Lyovochka can’t provide you with new sheets and a jumper?” You shake your head, eyes widening at the thought of insulting your doting kidnap-boyfriend. 

“No! No I don’t mean it like that-“ 

“Then there’s no need to worry your pretty, little head. When I go to my next shoot, I’ll stop at the store and buy you cute things. Now, let’s get you into the bath before the water turns cold,” He shucks your clothing off of your body, before guiding you to your expensive, white tub. 

“Thank you, Lev. You’re always so good to me,” The grey haired man helps you sit in the warm water, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips, shooting you a cheesy grin. 

“Anything for my Smurf,” You send him a playful glare, causing him to giggle like a schoolgirl. Covering his face with both hands, he puts on a high-pitched voice, “Turn away, I don’t want you to see me naked,” You splash some water at him, drawing a small yelp from his grinning lips, “Whoa, my Kitty is very feisty today.” 

Both of you giggle happily whilst he undresses, his lithe form being exposed quite quickly. You look away when he takes off his drawers, keeping your eyes closed until you feel him slide into the large tub behind you. He presses a button on the side of the tub, turning on the jets. Lev’s long arms wrap around you, holding you close to his broad chest. You rest your head on his left pec, and his hands knead the flesh above your aching uterus. 

Sighing in content, you allow yourself to relax. He hums a song to you quietly, rocking you back and forth. Placing a chaste kiss on your neck, the both of you bask in each other’s presence. 

“I’m so proud of you, Kitten. You’ve come so far, and you make me so happy,” Freezing up slightly, you try to push down the memories of the past year. 

You used to watch him play when the both of you were in school, but after graduation, you hadn’t seen him for a long time. Whilst he became a model, you’d become a makeup artist. It was a shock when you ended up working together for a fashion show, but it allowed you two to rekindle your friendship. 

That’s what it was. A friendship. 

Until, it wasn’t. 

The two of you became friends, yes, but that was as far as your unprofessional relationship went. You’d hung out together at each other’s apartments, gone shopping together, etc., but that was usually with other people. 

That is, until he had a Time Magazine interview. 

During that interview, he’d said you were his girlfriend. That was news to not only the rest of the world, but also to you. 

You were now his regular makeup artist, so you were there during the filming of his interview. Hearing this, the interviewer called you out to the stage, practically shoving questions down your throat. You tried to correct the situation, but everyone thought you were shy. 

So, when the filming was over, Lev was able to force you into his Tesla under the guise of you two discussing what just happened.

 Long story short, he succeeded in keeping you in his flat, not allowing you out unless it was for a gala or something of that sort. But, by that time, the cat-eyed man was able to manipulate you into submission. 

Who would hire you if he slandered you?

What would you do if he used his money to hurt your loved ones? 

It was much easier to give in, so you did. 

Now, here you are, being pampered by an obsessed model. 

A particularly harsh squeeze to your sore muscles brought you out of your stuper. 

“-Kitty? Did I say something wrong?” He pouts, even though you can’t see him. 

“I’m sorry, Lyovochka. I was flustered,” Lev reaches a hand to your warm cheek, and gives it a delicate pinch. 

“Awe, you’re so cute! This is why you need your Lev. Without me, you can’t even think straight!” He wraps his arms around you tightly, one of his forearms pressing against your breasts, and the other one around your stomach. Squealing slightly, you try to push his hand away from your abdomen. 

“Lyo! Be careful, you’ll-“ 

“My cute ketchup packet! I love you so much!” 

“I love you too! But, can we start the actual bath now? I feel greasy,” He quickly releases you from his hold, and grabs a cup on the stand beside the tub. 

“Of course! I’ll wash your hair for you!” He dips the cup into the turbulent water, before he pours it carefully onto your hair. 

“Are you sure that You’re able to?” You ask him teasingly with a smile, causing him to nod eagerly. 

“Silly girl, I wash your hair every bath time,” He smooches your forehead, before proceeding with your wash routine. 

Washing the remnants of product from your hair, he quickly pours his two-in-one soap onto his head, and haphazardly rubbing it around. 

“Lev, what on Earth are you doing?” You can’t help but laugh whilst watching this ridiculous scene, “I can’t believe a professional model is using two-in-one in my presence. I feel like this is illegal-“ 

“Don’t Report me to Ren! He’ll skin me!” Lev whines. Ren is his hairstylist, and you can only imagine how he’d react. 

“Then put on some conditioner too! Make sure you scrub your scalp-“ 

“Can you do ur for me?” He bats his eyes at you teasingly, a hopeful smile on his thin lips. Rolling your (colour) eyes, you nod. 

“Fine! Only because I no longer have painful cramps,” He cheers happily, before seating you on his muscular thighs, practically forcing your hands into his thin hair. 

With (light/heavy) hands, you scrub at his scalp vigorously. He sighs happily, leaning into your touch. Your chest is pressed against his, and the bloat of your tummy presses against his muscular stomach. 

Once his head is soaped enough, you grab the previously discarded cup, and fill it with water. Once full, you slowly pour the warm water on his head, your finger running through his soft locks to wash out the soap at a faster pace. 

Lev’s practically purring at this point, leaning his entire weight onto your hands. Scolding him slightly after he almost knocks you over, you grab your conditioner, and squeeze a small pile onto his hair. Smoothing it into his hair, he preens at your attention. 

“Even when you’re in pain, you still take care of me. You’re the best person I know,” He kisses your nose, nuzzling his head into your neck. 

“Lyovochka! You’re putting your hair stuff on my face! I’m gonna break out!” The both of you laugh once more, before he places a cool hand over your bloated tummy. 

“Yeah, you’re the best of the Smurfs,” You pinch him for that, “I’m so happy that we’ll be together forever.” 

You tilt your head in mild confusion at the connotation of his words, only to notice a small velvet box on the soap stand next to the tub. Gasping quietly, he laughs at your shocked expression. Using his free hand, he reaches behind you, and grabs the box. Flicking it open with his forefinger and thumb, he smiles down at you with tears in his eyes. 

“(Your Name), would you make me the happiest man in the world, and become the Ponyo to my Sosuke? The Rasputin to my-“ You shut him up with a kiss, and a bright smile on your pretty face. 

“Yes, yes! I love you Lev, and I’d love to marry you!” His features show his disbelief in you saying yes. He figured he’d need to wait a bit for you to be more compliant, but boy was he wrong! 

He didn’t realise that you gave up a long time ago. 

He didn’t realise that you figured out that using him would warrant more freedoms, more press interviews, more people to notice his unhealthy behaviour when it comes to you. 

But he will. One day he’ll come crashing down like a tower of glass, and you’ll be the one who has the sledgehammer.