#yandere thoughts of the day!!

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere thought of the day:

Roommate Izuku who decided to take you at the moment he sees you weren't getting enough sleep. Of course, he's generous enough to pay off all your college debts, including buying you a new mattress and clothes that fitted your figure so well (along with some Deku merchandise)

Roommate Izuku who always shrugs it off whenever you want to pay him back, whether that's for rent or groceries; he always declines and says "You can get me back next time, sweetheart."

Roommate Izuku always offers to wash your clothes. But, he always makes sure to steal a few dirty pares of undies and bras as the last pare doesn't smell like you anymore.

Roommate Izuku loves to cook for you, making whatever you want after a hard day. But, he always adds a secret ingredient that helps you have more energy.

Roommate Izuku who keeps a camera in the corner of your room, watching your every move and sees you do things that are for his eyes and eyes only.

Roommate Izuku who always comforts you whenever your friends or partner decide to leave you, saying along the lines of "You have me baby, why don't I cook your favorite?".

Roommate Izuku jacks off at pictures of you. The photos that show a bit tad more skin, the ones you are naked, showing, or the ones who you are playing with yourself.

Roommate Izuku who doesn't hesitate to make sure you feel good, to make sure you forget the lousy, idiotic partner you have who doesn't take proper care of you.

Roommate Izuku always welcomes you with a kiss, a giant hug, and fingers trailing around the belt of your pants to make sure you know you belong to him and him only.

Roommate Izuku makes sure to please you as much as he can: hooking his fingers around your panties, pulling them down while sucking on your delicate skin.

Roommate Izuku who just wants to love you.

[harmonysanreads]

thought of the day, aventurine who cannot stand coworker!reader in front of others but, is actually leading the [ aventurine x reader ] ship group in secret.

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

Still thinking about this stupid fucking Bad Apple reference god Viv you really did come up with this shit 10 years ago and I love ya for it

[carnivorousyandeere]

Alright more thoughts— specifically about Marcus with afab Darling and kegel balls. Please heed the warnings, this one’s fucked up

More Unethical Pelvic Floor Therapy with Marcus

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: abuse of power, gaslighting, unethical medicine, intentional bad medical advice (leaving kegel balls in for extended periods can actually fatigue your muscles and damage them; any company suggesting you do this instead of actual exercises is working from pseudoscience. If it’s your kink to leave ‘em in a long time go ham or whatever… just know the risks), smut, dubcon, overstimulation, painful fingering, painful sex, mating press but no talk of actual breeding

Info: gn afab reader

Your physical therapists had recommended you start using kegel balls— “it’ll help with your mood and disgestion!” Said one. “It’s a great workout, helps keep you healthy,” nodded the second. The last insinuated it would improve your sex life— as if you’d had sex with anyone but the three of them since you started visiting their office.

None of them had really explained how you were supposed to use them, so you figured your best bet would be to ask Marcus. The other two would insist on “showing you how to use them,” and you’d just end up fucked out in one of their offices again. When you asked, he just laughed a little and pushed up his glasses, typing away at his computer and not sparing a glance, as if you should already know the answer.

“You lube it up, with as little lube as possible, and slide it into the vaginal canal. Then, it should rest rather comfortably near your cervix, much as a tampon might. After that, you just let it stay there for a few hours while you go about your day. Your pelvic floor muscles will contract as you go about your day.”

“Oh…” you feel your face burning. “Is that… it, then?”

“Mm?” Marcus finally glances up at you. “Yeah? You shouldn’t keep them in for longer than eight hours at a time. And if you think the ones we’ll be sending you home with are too big, or you experience any pain or unusual discharge, come back in right away.”

~~~

You made it a few days. The feeling was strange, though not unpleasant— at first. You could feel it inside you as you walked around, though if you ignored it the feeling began to fade. You did notice yourself squirming a bit more, finding it harder to get comfortable. You felt… full in a way you hadn’t before. Eating and drinking made the pressure in your gut all the more noticeable. You tried not to think about it too much, and took it out at the end of your day as instructed, even though the lack of a string to pull it by was a little difficult.

The second day, you had a little trouble inserting the ball, though not too much. You did notice a small ache as the day wore on, and that your underwear felt a little more… wet than usual. At the end of the day, though, you were able to take the ball out and relax.

You woke up hot and wet the third day. You felt a little tight, but the ball slipped in without much trouble. You couldn’t focus on anything, though. Your abdomen felt so tight and hot. You feared you might leak through your underwear, and had to come home early to try and compose yourself. But try as you might when you got home, you couldn’t get the kegel ball out. You’d gotten too tight, painfully so. Embarrassed and needier than you could remember being in a long while, you pulled your clothes back up and make your way to the clinic for Marcus’ help.

~~~

It doesn’t take him long to figure out what’s going on between your panicked expression and the sweat beading at your temples, even as you struggle to tell him what’s wrong. Marcus coaxes you to undress. You lay back on an exam table, and Marcus quickly dawns a sterile mask and a pair of gloves, spreading lube over his gloved fingers. You hiss and flinch away when his fingers ghost over your clit. You see Marcus’ glimmering eyes narrow over his mask.

“You kept that damn thing in for hours a day, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes, you… told me to…”

Marcus’ eyebrows shoot up. “There’s no way… that’s far too long… your poor muscles must be so fatigued.”

He slides a finger inside you, eyebrows raising even a bit further when the tip of his finger meets the kegel ball still lodged inside you. “You couldn’t even get it out again… poor baby.”

He ignores your pained whines as he slides his finger in and out, adding a bit more lube to ease you. He doesn’t want to permanently injure you, after all… You tense and tear up as a second finger begins to slide in. Marcus shushes you, holding your hip with his other hand and brushing his thumb over the skin.

“You’ll be alright, we’ve just gotta open you up enough to pull it out.” He scissors his fingers gently, working you open. His eyes rove hungrily over your form, following the tears that drip from your eyes and devouring your pained expression like it’s a fine dessert. His pants feel much too tight.

Eventually, Marcus is able to grab the small ball and gently wiggle it free. You let out a sigh of relief and slump against the table when his hands leave you, and the ball thumps onto the table then clatters away onto the floor, forgotten as Marcus’ hands come back to spread you open to get a good look. Your folds are wet and puffy, much more than from the lube. Marcus twitches in his pants, fighting back a groan.

You tense again, wet eyes darting to him in surprise when you feel his finger testing your entrance again. “M-Marcus, please, it’s too—“

“Sore?” He interrupts. “Yeah, that’s what happens when you don’t listen to me. And if I don’t massage out these muscles now, it’s only gonna feel worse on down the line.”

You whine, turning your face to the side as Marcus slides that finger deeper inside and slides his mask down with his other hand. He kisses your cheek, tasting the tear tracks there. You shut your eyes and nod. It’s all you can do.

Your muscles are just too tight, clenching painfully around around his thick fingers as he works them inside. He spreads you apart a little bit more, keeping up the pretense of helping to relieve the ache in your core, before his fingers find that sensitive spot inside you. You jolt at the feeling, a lightning bolt of strained pleasure that has you gritting your teeth through the stars in your vision.

Marcus shushes you as you pant and groan at the strange feeling building in your gut, his fingers working that spot ever more harshly. He reassures you that everything’s going to be okay. He kisses your cheek, your forehead, strokes your hip with his free hand. It’s the most painful orgasm you’ve ever felt, but the relief that follows as you gush around his fingers is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. You go boneless against the exam table, covering your face and willing your heart to calm down.

Marcus’ fingers still, but only for a moment. He curls them again right before you can catch your breath.

“M-Marcus, no, it hurts, I can’t-”

He curls his fingers harder, breathing in your pained whine as his lips ghost over yours.

“I’ll help you feel better, but you need to relax.”

“I can’t,” you sob.

“You can,” he insists. “Be good and let me help you.”

You sob harder, finding yourself nodding again, relinquishing control over yourself as you let him work you over on his fingers again and again. You feel so tired, so achy, the burning pleasure rubbing your nerves raw like sandpaper.

Marcus relishes in your cries, making you cum twice, then thrice, before losing patience and slipping his scrubs down to rub his cock against you. You jolt and cry out even louder as his tip brushes over your clit. Marcus bites his lip, fighting back a groan at the sight. You look so pretty, tear-stained and incoherent.

He can’t help running his hands up the backs of your thighs, slick with sweat, and pressing them firmly against your chest as he slides in. Marcus stays still for a moment, savoring how hot and wet you are. You’re so tight that every twitch of him inside you makes you gasp with the discomfort. He knows you’re only going to be more sore in the morning. The thought of taking care of you, so weak and helpless, only makes him twitch even harder, moaning against the shell of your ear.

[yaekiss]

꩜ Room Content: GN! Reader x GN! Yan! Sydney the Faithful, no gendered terms used for reader or Sydney, nsfw bulleted point towards the end where reader tops and chokes Sydney, unhealthy relationship from Sydney, worshipping, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: This is so all over the place my bad LOL anyways some quick thoughts on how yan!Sydney the Faithful would play out, I also have thoughts about how it'd be like once the relationship has corrupted Sydney into their Fallen development but those r thoughts for another day orz...

- Started out as something harmless and cute, you spent so much time with them and you're one of the nicest people they've met in school so far, you’re probably their first crush ever !

- And when you reciprocate their love confession, those euphoric firework feelings never really fizzle out

- As your relationship progresses, you become all they can think about, be it while stamping the overdue books during their morning library counter duties or during mass

- Their eyes wander to where you’re seated at the end of the pew, next to some other initiate. Maybe you’re talking to them, maybe you’re just quietly listening to Jordan, but neither stop a strange new emotion from bubbling up in them

- When they see Jordan push the bread into your mouth, something in them twists. They’re not sure if they want to be the one to gingerly press the bread onto your tongue or if they want you to be the one to do the same to them

- If you took Jordan’s place, would they be able to hold back from enveloping your fingers in their mouth? To stop themselves from savouring you as if you were holier than anything in the temple itself? Sydney has to shake to clear away the thoughts, which catches your eye and, heavens above, what wouldn’t they do to keep your gaze upon them for a second more?

- Also thinking about a Devotion meter that serves as something like Kylar's Jealousy meter

- But unlike Kylar, they're more self-assured in your love for them. If anything, the more you remain steadfast in your relationship with them when others try to steal your attention away, the faster their devotion accumulates. (It’ll be even worse if you had an angel transformation, what’s stopping them from believing you should be worshipped?) 

- Both Sirris and Sydney know about your living circumstances so it's not terribly difficult to convince their parent to let you stay over for a night or two when they come to pick Sydney up at the temple. Besides, Danube street and the orphanage are so close to each other, it’ll be no trouble at all!

- And if they take your hand into their clasped ones in the middle of the night, knelt at the edge of the bed while you’re asleep, feverishly praying for salvation for the both of you, surely you wouldn’t mind

- They find themselves rubbing at their holy pendant a lot more these days when they think about you. (When their thoughts stray into more inappropriate unholy territories, they fantasise about you wrapping the cord of their pendant around your hand to use it as leverage while you pound into them, the sensation of being choked by you might just send them to heaven ♡)

- Perhaps they need to bring you to the prayer room to fully show how much they need to worship you + + Devotion

Thanks for reading! Consider supporting me on kofi if you enjoyed this or check out my other works hehe ♡

[lorelune]

(cw: yan gojo, horror elements, obsession, divinity)

gojo satoru as a god with many eyes and only one face, who hasn't been human in a long time (maybe ever, he can't quite recall.) he doesn't need to exist here, or there, or anywhere, but he must at the same time. poor old god.

imagine his surprise when a little human looks up at him-- sees him, like he sees things. poor little creature.

little things like you aren't meant to see big things like him. as you cry and wretch on the floor of your bedroom, overwhelmed, he steals the memory from you. it would be cruel to burden you with Sight like that.

he watches you, stays close to earth, and keeps it in the palm of his hand as you go about your days. he learns about you. how you take you coffee, the type of nightmares you have, the exact speed blood shoots through your veins. he learns the sound of air entering your lungs, and leaving. how cute of you, needing so much matter to keep your little flesh and body moving? he finds you charming, entrancing even.

there's many gods though, ones like him that are big and endless, and one hurts him. hurts him. how odd. and perhaps, in his pain, he descends to your little place in the world. he crafts bones and ribs and blood for himself. he lets it soak your garden, fertilizes your flower beds with him.

and oh, the sweet thing you are, you see this almost-not-quite human sprawled in your fields, bleeding gold, and help him. you press a cold glass to his lips (cold, glass-- new sensations for him. he loves it. he thinks he already loves you, and he hardly knows what love is) and have him drink. you feed him mushy human food, but it taste (taste, oh, what a sense he never realize he lacked. he wants to tastes you) warm and homey.

you tell him you'll look after him, clean his wound, and take him elsewhere if its his injury worsens (it won't, he could heal himself, and snatch you into the immaterial if he wanted, but he doesn't.)

"Is there anything else you need? I can fetch you another blanket--" you move to leave his side (oh, he's material, you can leave, he's not everywhere anymore, the feeling stabs him in the chest and chills him.)

he drags you back, first by your wrists, then by a tight grip on your jaw. he takes you nose to nose, close as atoms and little particles will allow. he laughs, his first material laugh, and says, "I only need you."

[yandere-daydreams]

Cursed thought but I've been Surviving College for a while now and was like,,, what if a yandere took their darling just as they were about to complete their major. Just,, yoinked. I would be so mad, at least let me get the degree I paid for, damnit

honestly, there's just something about a prolonged financial investment that really gives you a new reverence for your own life. if i have to cough up tuition every few months for, like, six consecutive years, no one's going to so much as touch me until i graduate at least. maybe work a few years in the industry of choice too. we'll see what happens after that.

[vaporvipermedia]

[My Opinion on Yandere Tropes]

I’m putting up a disclaimer so no one can misunderstand my words. I am not dissing anyone who writes Yandere tropes like how I present nor do I think of them any less when portraying canon characters this way. If anything, I find this concept interesting and believe some improvements can make said stories fascinating and less predictable with the trope used. ALSO! Just because I read some Yandere fics, does not mean that I agree or condone any of the actions written in these narratives. Thank you for understanding.

Now for opinion time!

  After reading my fair share of Yandere fanfiction, I’ve always found most actions done by the characters inside of these stories becoming either extremely predictable or doing something out of left field to the point where they act like a different character entirely.

  Yes, some may contest that this archetype can change how a character acts. Sure, that is the case but that doesn’t mean that their personality and characteristics should be put on hold. They’re still human no matter if they’re sickly in love or not.

  Some writings don’t have any nuance with the Yandere trope and just go the simple route with it. Adding depth and context to Yandere’s mindset can bring out your work for the better! Think about how the characters would act in a situation where they’re sickly in love with someone instead of using cliché lines and scenes.

  Make them have some self-doubt in their actions to add some interest to your writings. Make it believable and thought-provoking when talking about the psyche of the “Yandere” in question.

And one character I’ve seen done a little bit dirty is a certain hunter with the Nicki Minaj Bob.

YES, I DID SEGWAY THIS SO I CAN TALK ABOUT MY VIEWS ON YANDERE! ROOK WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO!? NOTHING EXACTLY! Anyways…

I’ve only seen a few Yandere Rook fics but the ones that I have viewed just left me kind of baffled. Most of them involve hurting the person he’s interested in or putting them in dangerous situations while also trying to make it suggestive. Again no dissing anyone who writes him like this! But I am going to take this time to write down my opinion on Yandere Rook while also keeping parts of his personality. Because Rook has such good potential for a great Yandere fic and it’s kind of sad to see writers miss such an opportunity with him.

My View of Yandere Rook

If Rook was a Yandere, he definitely wouldn’t hurt the person he’s after. He sees the person as a beauty worth persevering only for his sight and benefit. Hurting his love would be like destroying the one thing he’s been desperate to seek his whole life. 

Contrary to popular belief, I don’t think Rook would go after people who simply talk to his partner. Sure he’ll be a little antsy at times when people get too friendly with the partner in question. But, all he would do is just stare them down after they leave. And to combat this he’d take his partner to places around the college. Rambling about his love for them, serenading them or just giving them affection. He does anything he can to make sure that the person he’s in love with only focuses on him and the scenery around them.

But if someone DOES try to pursue his lover. Then he’s going to have a problem. He’ll go up to them as casually as possible trying to strike up a “nice” conversation. 

Potential Dialogue and Use of Tactics Rook uses 

“Say I’ve been hearing from the grapevine that you’re in pursuit of the lovely trickster. Is that so?” He says this knowing the answer already.

Becoming even more dramatic saying:

“I’m so sorry to tell you this, but they’re currently in a relationship. It would be a pity if their partner were to hear about this…they aren’t very forgiving when it comes to their love.”

He does it to scare them at first. But if they aren’t persuaded he drops the act entirely. “I tried to warn you. Tête de noeud…you just wouldn’t listen would you? Still trying to go after my love even after knowing they were together with me. Do you seriously think they would be with you?  What a horrible joke…they would never fall for a fool like you. If you value your life please do the smart option and leave them out of that small dense brain do yours.”

“Oh my! My temper was far too wild! Please accept my humble apology. I’m sure you won’t make the same mistake twice…right?” And then leave them to their devices.

In simple words instead of killing off or injuring people, Rook strikes fear into their hearts to ensure they don’t come near his lover. He isn’t an outright killer but he’s great at making people think that he might kill them. Only using empty threats to get the job done. Keeping them on their feet and letting them overthink whatever might happen to them. Making them crumble under their fear.

Conclusion

The moral of this long opinion piece is that Yandere tropes can be used to make eye-opening fan works. Doesn’t matter which fandom you’re in, TWST or not!

It’s up to you whether or not you decide to add nuance to said fanfiction. That’s all I wanted to say! Thank you for reading all the way through. I hope my points were understandable.

ANOTHER THING! I’m not saying that I’m a better writer! Trust me I have a long way to go. I just wanted to talk about what I’ve been noticing lately in this genre and give people ideas for their possible fics. That’s it. Now I’m done.🫶

[yandereheathen]

Hellooooooo i just wanted to say i really love Korm so far, its so so gooooooood <3 I would love to see what it looks like when they just go absolutely feral, like if they’re pissed off im curious see what the worst looks like 😈 thank you for listening luv u!!

AHHH MY FIRST ASK <3 I Legit fan girl so hard. I am so happy you like my cutie Korm. I didn't think people would like him this much <3 Here is a little dribble of angory Korm! You were found out: [18+ Yandere Korm OC Fic]

WARNINGS: NSFW (MDI) Knife play, violence, cussing, non-con, dark themes

Your hands shook as you looked up at the message on the phone Korm was holding up to you. It was a plan with your friend. To get you away from this house. You had been so careful. There was no change in your rituals, and you had submitted yourself to all of Korms…new care needs.

I needed to be more careful.

"K-korm, please, I don't know who that is or those messages. I love you, I would never." You tried lying, taking his arm.

He was smiling. You hated it when he did that. It always meant some form of pain would follow for you. You almost laugh thinking about how that smile used to warm your heart now, and it just makes you sick.

"Are you happy, Y/N?"

He lowers the phone, taking your face.

"i-i…am.."

You waver, unable to bring yourself to say what he made you say every night while he raped you while he fucked with not only your body but your whole being. You were so close to breaking that you could feel it.

"No. NO, I AM NOT HAPPY. I HATE YOU. I hate what you make me do. I hate that you lied to me. I hate that your mother and no one else will help me. You are a disgusting, sick, twisted little man. I hope you rot in hell."

You scream at him, the feeling of the last few weeks pouring out of your pain and frustration, and maybe the most prominent piece was his betrayal. It hurt so bad. In a tiny little part of your mind, you did love Korm.

Before he can speak back, you spit in his face.

Then, it was quiet as he blinked down at you. You immediately regret it. "Y/n" He sits up at full height; after this turn, you truly appreciate how big he was when he wasn't pretending. He wipes the spit off with one finger and slowly licks it off, savoring your taste for a moment before he closes his hands around your neck.

"Awww sweet Y/N Cute Y/N Someone just be grumpy from lack of sleep. Thats it. You have been taking such good care of me every night. However, we can't allow little sluts to talk like that to their future husbands, right? Humm?"

You shake your head frantically, crawling his hands around your neck. You try to rasp out pleas to let you go, but his grip is too firm. He moves close to your ear. "Let me get through your thick skull that I might be on the path to rot. However, you will be there with me. My wonderful Caretaker."

He pushes you down on the floor, standing over you, one arm painfully under his boot, the other pressing down on your head.

"You will never leave me Y/N. You were made for me. It is so pathetic watching you try to leave me. So cute. So Weak."

He grinds down on your head painfully. Your ears start ringing as you try vainly to get him off you. "P-please, please, Korm. I am sorry. I am so sorry. It hurts you are hurting me!" You manage to whimper, but as you have learned, this only excites him. How did your sweet, soft best friend turn into this sadistic monster? You didn't realize it was him all along. "Love is Pain Y/N. We will do this until you learn your lesson." He gives your head more pressure just enough to start to see stars before crouching and lifting you by your hair.

"Open" You do so now, crying, your face bruised and red from his boot. He smiles, running his finger around your mouth before playing with your tongue. "So warm. So soft. It's just everything about you, Y/n, so. I n t o x ic i ca ti ng. He whimpers; you see the bulge in his pants, creating a spot of precum from his excitement. Then he spits directly on your tongue, giggling to himself. "Swallow" you do so, almost gagging at the taste of him coating your mouth. "That is a good little one. I taste good, don't I? Savor it, Y/N."

You cry harder now. How could you think about leaving? You know he would find you. It hurt you and anyone who wanted to help you.

He moans at your sobs, kissing them as he pulls you into his lap on the floor. Cooing at you, you knew it was coming before you felt the knife on your back. You sobbed harder as it followed the still-healing scars on your lower back. He lifted you just enough to cut away nothing keeping him from being inside of you before focusing himself in with little to no preparation on your part. You scream out as he ruts inside you, panting as the knife with some sleight of the hand still barely nicks you, and he bounces you on his lap. "F-fuck, that's it. Cry harder, Y/N. Show me how much you love me. You feel so perfect around me now. Dont. I?"

He thrusts in at those last two words. You hide your face in his shoulder, a sniveling mess, and he breeds into you the knife, sending little pangs of pain with unwelcome pleasure.

That's when you realized.

You were already rotting in hell. With him By your side.

"I love you forever. My little Caretaker."

[onionsoop]

I had the random question today about how Chrollo would be on a camping trip. I'm getting the vibes that he would probably dislike it tbh, even when he's like living in an abandoned building with the troupe man is exhibiting no survival skills. Also despite the fact he like grew up in Meteor City and it was a place you needed to fight to survive I feel like he would not want to recreate that as a recreation activity. Also man seems so out of touch with nature, I'm also I strong believer he would struggle to keep houseplants alive. Strictly speaking on yan!Chrollo terms here, I feel like he would only be willing to go on a camping trip if he got something in return, like sleeping in the same tent as you, or getting to dress you in a lot of spandex sportswear.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere thought of the day:

Katsuki would love your pregnancy stretch marks. His giant hands run over your bumps and curves as he mumbles into your neck how much he loves you.

He always tries his best to make sure you feel loved and always well taken care of, especially when you are carrying twins. He knows it's hard for you but, whenever he sees you; you always manage to blow his breath away with your figure.

He's just glad you're his and his only.

[zhongrin]

*taps mic* yes hi hello is this working. ahem ahem. testing one two three.

ah yes. we're back to normal now lol

..... were yall surprised ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )

long story short, i just wanted to do something for april fools… last year albedo made an appearance, so i thought of doing the same this year... but i felt like it would be repetitive. so given the recent developments and future events, this idea came up lol

in any case, it's the truth that i've been warming up to neuvillette.... i've been writing more for him, and if you saw my 2023 wrapped post you probably saw him as a 'runner-up'... and i really do mean it when i say he's been kinda occupying the back of my brain since last year hskdljfklsd at the end of his story quest... his tone when talking to kiara.... sobsob ueueue

however, i'm honestly still unsure if i can/want to have an actual selfship with him (ó﹏ò｡) i can't figure out how it'll work out yet... it just feels like with neuvillette's canon personality, he wouldn't even think of glancing my way in the first place, given the circumstances…. and zhongli... what do i do about him.... ough....

maybe he'll be a separate ship (e.g. zhongwrinth is one au, wrinlette in one au) on his own… maybe rinvillette will be a 'pining but not actually dating' kind of selfship.... idk..... on that note, i really should be making a selfship post huh lol

also, he's rerunning in less than 24 hours (like. 19 hours-ish for me) and i hoped this would be a sufficient offering for the hydro dragon to come home early… i'll play him twinkle twinkle little star on my guzheng while pulling or something, since it should arrive tomorrow afternoon lmao… i hope he likes the instrument that 'sounds like flowing water' hdlshdls

in any case, thank you for interacting in the short little event! it was more of a spontaneous decision on my part, but i hope you all had fun and i didn't butcher neuvillette's character too much, he's so hard to muse orz <3

lil doodle bonus of what could have been:

[sochawrites]

Hi I was just wondering if you do yandere characters? If so I would like to request a yandere!comics!Bane with a reader who came to him to learn how to fight but then started backing away from him when he tries to get them into the more crime-y stuff.

If your not comfortable with the yandere bit then you can ignore it.

I'm not necessarily against it, I never tried to write it, but it can't hurt to try! ^^

I tried to keep this gn, since you didn't specify which gender you want me to write it for, but comic!Bane does use Spanish from time to time and, well, it kind of lacks neutral terms. I opted for switching between male and fem terms with those words since it's what some people use in my country instead of the neutral ones. But the closest I have ever been to learning Spanish was taking a few courses on Duolingo, if some terms are wrongfully used, I am terribly sorry.

And Happy New Year!

Abeja

Yandere! Bane x gn! reader

Have Bane's gorgeous ass and back as an apology (I may have dug out my copy of Europa just to get this)

Bane, the man, the myth, the legend, and currently the newest foe of Gotham's Dark knight, but in this madness-ruled city, there was a new one almost every week. Yet this one was different. He wasn't mad like the clown prince of crime, or a part of organized crime like the Penguin. He acted here of his own will, and he wasn't alone.

His motives were unclear, but that didn't matter to you all that much, he was the new big fish in town and was there to stay, that was all you needed to know. You made your way to his hideout, going by the coordinates you traded with some more friendly crooks, getting halfway through before being caught. You could say that it was your superpower, but in reality, you were just quiet and observant.

"You are brave but incredibly foolish for coming here, pequeño." one more word ran through the masked man's mind, one he tried to shove away from the very moment you stepped inside his lair, yet it still lingered. He was staring you down like a predator on a hunt, "I think you have no idea how dangerous I am, do you?"

Bane was right in one thing, you were foolish, foolish enough to come and seek help from him, "No, I do know the extent of your power, that is exactly why I am here.". You were done with being the bottom feed of the city. Even with Batman, people, both close to you and foreign, were still getting robbed, raped, and killed, and you refused to be next on the list.

So you came to the one being you thought of as not only the strongest, but the fairest, believing he had Gotham's best interest in mind, that his path was righteous, and that he would rid the city of the infection. If only you knew then how wrong you were, you would have saved yourself a lot of trouble.

"Are you now? Then tell me, what is it that you want from me?" the more he looked at you, the more he was set on keeping you, your answer had little impact on your fate. There was something about you, about your beauty, and Bane was sure it would drive him crazy if he gave you up.

"Teach me. Teach me how to fight like you, and I promise you my loyalty." you even knelt before him! That made things especially easy.

And so he took you under his wing, teaching you what he deemed worthy for you to know. You were endearing to him, and the more you two chatted, the worse it was, for both of you. What you saw at first as a way out of misery had since become something of a friend. That was how you decided to call it, friendship, completely ignoring the way he quite literally took over your life.

He never let you out of his sight. You thought it was to guarantee your safety, but Bane was simply making sure to keep you for himself. Yet an idea materialized over time. You were the perfect grey mouse, the way you crept in… you had talent, he could use that.

You would be perfect for infiltration. Sure, he would put you in harm's way, but he had trained you, and if he was there to step in whenever needed, to save the day… It would all work out, it had to.

So he started sending you out. First just to the territories of other rogues to test the waters, then he moved to dispatching you straight to the dragon dens. Bane was always close of course. He didn't trust his men to look after you, no matter how loyal to him they were, it wouldn't be enough to calm his mind. He called this upon himself and he swore he would keep you safe, convincing himself that he was the only one who could keep his abeja safe.

But you couldn't continue like that. You first seeked Bane out so that you could stay away from criminals as far as possible, but only now have you started to realize you joined forces with one. You had to draw the line somewhere, and desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Do not touch what is mine, Bat!", Bane roared out the first and only warning he was willing to give. You were hiding behind Batman, the man you lured to the Iceberg lounge as your last hope to get away from the controlling man.

For the first time in months, you were truly scared. Not only had you broken Bane's trust after swearing him your loyalty, but you also brought in the bat when his plan wasn't fully prepared.

You were quickly shown aside as the fight between the two gained intensity. You could not help but look at the brawl. The way they clashed, it was clear Bane hadn't taught you all he knew.

Batman fought hard, but Bane was fierce, furious, and even though he had his venom prepared, he didn't feel the need to use it. His wit and determination to get you back were this time enough to send Batman scurrying away in a hurry, leaving you behind and on your own.

"Stay away! I'm armed and I'm not afraid to use it!" you raised your weapon higher into the air, closer to Bane's face, only for him to laugh at you. "That's a fork, abeja." he muttered as he disarmed you effortlessly and picked you up by the back of your shirt as you stood paralyzed, watching the utensil that was now out of your reach.

Bane took his mask off with his free hand, revealing a cruel smirk on his lips, "Estás en problemas, Y/N...". His voice came out dangerously low, but there was a notable hint of patience. You momentarily locked your eyes with his green ones, the look he gave you... It wasn't only stern and authoritative, but also tender, almost soft, it was off, sickeningly so. "Care to explain yourself?"

"Not to you!" you spat in his face, all admiration you had towards him long gone. You started to wiggle and trash around to make the man lose his hold on you, only to be met with an amused chuckle.

"Eres luchadora, cariño, I always loved that about you, so smart, so ravishing.", Bane spoke out before switching his hold on you, trapping you closer to him, "There's nothing I could do but to fall in love with you.". He kept your hyperventilating form in a rock hold as he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes "I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me, Y/N, but I can't let you go. Ni ahora, ni nunca."

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(Small thoughts about Yan! Fruity four) Thinking about when another incident like the first with the Yan! Fruity four would happen again 😌 like CLEARLY that won’t be the last time for it to happen—- like what happens if Nancy deliberately pushes the reader off somewhere somewhat high after they have a disagreement in public. And without the reader even being aware of it. They can all play doctor while readers legs heal, but would Nancy even tell the truth about what happened, and even if she did, what would they do about it?

BROOOOO. I s2g I could talk about the yandere fruity four so much, thank you for contributing 💕

(Cw: yandere, physical injury)

There’s been tension between you and Nancy recently, it’s obvious to at least her. No like big arguments or anything (nothing for you and the other three to be suspicious of afterwards, type of deal, even though she wasn’t planning this) but just small things. At first Nancy wavered between being pissed off, and feeling bad because she just wanted you back in her arms, where she could apologise and baby you in her lap and have you hold her back. But recently it’s been more Nancy seeing you in the wrong.

This time you had visited Nancy at her work. Her office at the newspaper’s was a few floors up, and you’d come to bring her some lunch from a local restaurant she liked, and hang out with her during her break. Which was when an extremely annoying coworker of Nancy’s knocked on her door, and asked who the beautiful madame she had in her office was, with a big smile, and a friendly bow to you.

Suffice to say, Nancy was pissed. Yes of course you are beautiful but you aren’t available!! Nancy’s already started off in an angry mood, because of a particularly harsh dream she’d had last night (one where she woke up, knowing at least she didn’t act that angry and malevolent towards you as she had in those scenes from her sleep, and maybe you should be grateful she always keeps her cool, maybe you need to realise how hard she really tries for you). Not to mention work had been shitty, she’d even been snappy at her coworkers she usually got one with on better days.

Of course she’s been a little better since you came to surprise her at work, not only with a meal you remembered she’d liked, but just because you wanted to hang out with her! Maybe she was being a little pissy with you recently, considering you still came to spend time with her like everything was normal still in your loving relationship. But then you’d shaken off Nancy’s, admittedly heated, comments about her asshole coworker. He was flirting with you, right in front of her, and you were waving Nancy off!

Not only that, but as you both binned your lunches and Nancy was starting to walk you out her office, you were starting to argue with Nancy, just because she wouldn’t calm down because you were acting so crazy and ungrateful and stupidly ignorantly blind for not seeing he was obviously flirting with you, and you were taking his side! Over Nancy’s! Your supposed girlfriends!

Not only that, but now you’re accusing Nancy of being possessive??! Like she’s not just trying to protect you!?! Like she ALWAYS DOES!? AS IF SHE’S NOT CONSTANTLY PROTECTING YOU, WITH THE OTHERS, AND PROTECTING YOU FROM EVEN KNOWING HOW HARD SHE TRIES TO LOOK AFTER YOU, EVEN WHEN YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT’S BEST FOR YOU?!!!

And you’re saying your going to tell her other partners just how out of your boundaries she’d been lately. Like you’d been thinking about this forever! You were going to tell her partners that you didn’t like her behaviour, when you were the one who didn’t care that someone was flirting with you! Even though Nancy clearly knows your lovers better than you do, because why would they want someone flirting with you either, especially since they’re not stupid, they know how easy the things they love, you, could be taken away from them.

Or did you only not care, or even like, this guys advances because it was around Nancy? Would you have been more defensive, more confrontational, less dismissive, if you were around one of your other lovers? Maybe you loved them more than her? Maybe you just didn’t care about Nancy that much at all really. Maybe you had it twisted. Maybe you didn’t think you needed her to protect you anymore. Maybe you didn’t want her!

“Hey y/n stop walking away from me!”

STOP RUNNING AWAY FROM ME!!!!!!

You’re both on the second floor stairwell, you walking faster the more annoyed you get, like you just can’t wait to leave Nancy, while she’s chasing you, still trying to get you to just be on her side.

She pushes you when your back is turned. It was just heat of the moment, she was so angry. Even though she feels that anger still as you fall by her hands, she also feels panic, and her hands want to reach out for you, to save you, even though her body stays angrily out in push mode.

Your body rolls not sideways, but from the front, as you fall. Nancy walks down the flight of stairs slowly once you’re on ground, your scream cut off short when you hit the platform.

She checks you’re still breathing, a small kissing of her teeth as she’s glad you’re fine, and then lifts your cheek to check your head on the side where you fell, finding no blood pouring onto the floor. Another good sign. At least she doesn’t have to think too hard about her, admittedly impulsiveness, being too stupid.

Nancy shakes you, with a “y/n?” But as she looks again at the, dry, concrete floor platform at the end of the stairs, and Nancy looks back to your knocked out form on the ground, she realises this was a bad place to push you.

Nancy looks at way your body fell, and even though she still feels pissed at your response, and Nancy can tell through some introspection that she doesn’t really feel, quite, guilty over what she’s done, she is still worried about you. She doesn’t want you to be hurt. She could never dream of that for you! You’re so important to her, you’re her love, of course she’d protect you from injury. The guilt sets in a little via dread seeping into her lungs with a gulp. Not because she believes she was in the wrong still, but she didn’t mean to hurt you badly! She’d never take it that far. Not at least for this!

She should have controlled herself, she should have been the smart one, done something else to solve all this! Nancy goes to the emergency phone in the stairwell and dials 911, looking only at your passed out form and keeping her eyes sharp for any movement or groans from you. “Hello, 911, wh-“

“I need an ambulance.” Nancy gives the address straight away, the floor as well, keeping calm so no one would waste time while trying to get you the help you needed. But then when she was trying to figure out how to explain what happened, a more frantic voice started bubbling out of her. Hoping it would make the responders come quicker, make it seem like your fall was a big issue, all as Nancy explained how you’d tripped, and fallen all the way down the flight of concrete stairs.

Her frantic expressiveness leads to Nancy starting to call for help, with a louder voice now, yelling in the echoey stairway, so some people in her building come come, and she could order them to go get help as well. She doesn’t need anyone else because she’s enough to help you. Nancy doesn’t need a crowd, it won’t help you. Nancy’s the only one who should be soothing you right now, stroking your hair, calling you honey, trying to lure you awake with your musical name, comforting you... But if someone could find a doctor in the building that’d be good.

Nancy could know more about your condition then, or get you help if you need it more immediately. Obviously worries about you breaking something like your back are there, although Nancy hopes those stairs can’t have done that much. But as she strokes your arm and continually calls your name, someone, actually one of her bosses, having run to find a medical professional in the building, finally in your sleep she notices you twitch. Your hand flexing, and Nancy hopes that it’s not just an involuntary muscle spasm, or a hint of further injury, and it’s actually a sign of you being able to move.

Her managing editor comes back with someone who must be a medical professional of some kind, Nancy’s first question, after “Are they alright?!” Because they immediately skid to your side, with a neat looking backpack thrown to the floor. A crowd has also followed them, Nancy getting slightly pissed that they’re all blocking the doorway, even though the paramedics would obviously yell at them to move when they arrived. She just focused on brushing your cool cheek and listening to what this off duty emt, who was a lifestyle writers husband, had to say. Clearly a lot of lovers visiting over lunch.

With this group of people though, it at least allowed Nancy to take you as her priority. Spotting one person in the crowd, and looking them in the eyes as she beckoned them forward. Mostly because she spotted the pen in their front pocket. They even tore off their cardigan to write on their arm, no one who worked at the newspapers seemingly carrying any paper, jotting down the number of Steve’s home, and the message Nancy wanted them to call with. Telling the others what had happened, that you’d fallen down the stairs at her work and were unresponsive, and to meet her at the hospital as she’d be going in the ambulance with you.

She knows Steve’s house is a bit far from her work, so by the time the ambulance arrives, which should only be several minutes from now, you and Nancy would already be at the hospital. The others would be able to give your name at the front desk, and meet Nancy there. Who knows where the doctors would have taken you by then...

Nancy’s holding your hand the entire ambulance ride. When she’s walking there with you, still unconscious on the stretcher out the building, and some idiot who doesn’t move so they can watch the action bumps into her and nearly knocks Nancy’s hand out of yours... Nancy swears she could kill her. Next time she saw them, she swears they’re done.

She only lets you go when the paramedics tell her to, Nancy watching closely as they shine lights in your eyes, to also see if you respond. When they ask “Y/n? Can you hear us? Nancy’s here with you.” Her heart skips a beat. She hopes you’re comforted, you push more for her, knowing she’s right be your side. And she also hopes you don’t know that she pushed you.

This was another thing Nancy stupidly hadn’t thought about when she was trying to teach you a lesson. What if you knew? What if you felt her hands? What if you remembered? What if you hated her. What if you told the others? What if you told everyone?

Some doctors tell Nancy to wait outside as you’re strolled into a closed off room, neck brace covering the pretty necklace bought by all four of your lovers, a symbolic present for when you first became part of their family, that you always wore.

She didn’t want to risk being thrown out, so Nancy waited outside fretfully, but quietly, trying to walk up and down to see inside the room, with no such luck. They were taking forever with you! What did they know?

Nancy hears Eddie, Steve and Robin, long before she sees them. And not even because she was so accustomed to the sounds of their running patterns, or because of the people complaining in the hallways about people running, but because she could her your lovers calling your name terrified.

They all rush up to Nancy, pulling her into a hug, Robin squeezing her arms tight around Nancy as she sobs, while they ask where are you, and what have the doctors said, what even happened?!!

Nancy says you fell, and the others feel a mix of guilt for her, and also anger, like they would have caught you if it was them, but before they can continue the doctors are rolling you out, now attached to some iv, and they’re all reaching for the sides of your hospital bed, following you as they ask what’s going on. Their eyes wandering all over your body because you’re still not awake. Hands reaching to gently hold you, they just need to touch you, but so scared of accidentally hurting you.

The doctors and nurses walk with you and your lovers as they try to get a word in edgeways, explaining your injuries.

You hit your head in a couple of places, falling down those hard stairs. Luckily, you shouldn’t need to be placed into a medically induced coma, and there’s no signs of permanent damage, they predict you’ll be awake in a couple of hours, and will monitor your brain extremely regularly.

You were lucky only one of your legs was broken. Your left was still pretty fucked up, bruised and bashed to hell, some battered and torn muscles, a dislocated knee, sprained ankle, a two fractured toes. Even though only your right leg was broken, it was however was broken in two places, your tibia and fibula. Luckily though this meant, depending on how much your left leg hurt, you’d be able to use crutches within a week or so, if necessary. A wheelchair was more recommend for now.

Even Nancy knew the others would not be letting you get up to use your crutches to limp around. It would be the wheelchair, or being carried in someone’s arms, if you weren’t being tucked tightly into bed where they could be with you while you rest. Until doctors recommended the crutches to help with physical therapy and healing, then they’d be infighting with each other between trying to help you try as hard as you can, versus being too worried and wanting to coddle you into not straining yourself. Even as one of them, Nancy knew them so well.

You had only a sprained wrist, although it looked very beaten, all the damage was seemingly superficial, with a possible dislocated shoulder, and a deeper scrape on your forearm, from where you probably tried defending your head as you fell, this explanation plummeting sobs from three of your four lovers in the room. But again, that would heal, and a lot of your arm injuries were very minor for what they could’ve been.

A crack in your ribs however was present. Small, you’d still be able to walk soon, but another injury to add to the list. Your hips were fortunate to be undamaged, but just further up your torso was littered with deep bruises, especially discoloured around that bottom rib, the markings all over; something Steve would discover an hour later, when going to loosen your bra, because you always said it hurt if you fell asleep in it, and while trying to snifflingly ease your pain, he instead caused himself and the others more.

A small patch of scrapes littered up the very side of your cheekbone and head, just to the left of your hairline, and a nurse warned them not to be alarmed if any bruising or swelling in your face started to appear soon.

They all winced at this mention, Eddie seemingly being the only brave enough one to reach out at that point, and lightly stroke his fingers under your cheekbone, just past where those nasty scrapes were. He stayed doing so, knowing he was comforting you, even if asleep, until a nurse wanted to patch them up a bit, as they hadn’t exactly been high priority. When Eddie moved, he kissed your lips too, a loving gesture that he knew you’d feel, a promise to you he wasn’t going far at all, he was going right back to your other side and stroking your bare arm there. Eddie had just wished his kiss had worked, and awoken you from your dreadful, cursed, state, so he could really be your fairytale hero. He hoped you still thought of him as that anyway, even while like this.

At this point, it’d been a few months since the baseball bat ordeal. It had been slightly forgotten by now, at least not thought about very often. And with the shock of you being injured, with that hurried phone call from a scared stranger about you sending chill’s down Steve’s spine, Steve’s words shocking fear right into the hearts of Eddie and Robin, watching you here, hurt, unresponsive in their arms, the shock wasn’t making them think back to past events. They were all just too scared for you. Upset that you’d been so hurt, and they hadn’t been there to help you, to catch you, to be with you, to save you.

Even if you’d fallen down at home, their stairs are soft and carpeted, you have rails you can hold, you’d have been surrounded by your loves, the ones who’d always help you the most.

You were so much safer at home. This is what the always feared, but pushed aside for your happiness. You shouldn’t just risk going out into that harsh world.

When you wake up, after a few hours and lots of different doctors coming in and doing things, Eddie Steve and Robin burst into tears. Nancy’s too nervous to cry. All four come closer, swallowing you in a hug, close knit sweat and tears and cried panting breaths and sobs and whispers of your name all enveloping.

Eddie already laying in your bed with you, because he screamed if any of the other three tried to move him, and so they decided to stop, especially since he wasn’t on any wires and he wasn’t hurting you. If anything maybe he was really healing you. And he had some slight trauma with hospitals after people were hurt during the fight against Vecna, so they let him be close to you.

Eddie stayed curled up laid out by your side. Sniffling, stroking your smooth cheek, away from your scrapes, and your messy hair, his dark puppy eyes just staring at you. Breathing through his mouth, until Nancy eventually handed him a tissue. Just wanting to lay there, his hands still gently holding you, and watch you, laying right there with you, until you woke up.

Robin had been sitting in the small space on your bed on your other side, too scared of holding your hand with the iv in, but blubbering words to you faster than you’d probably be able to hear even if you were awake, her hand never leaving your less injured forearm though. Trying desperately not to sink her nails in to you too tight, and also shaking so much she was afraid she’d accidentally let go. Some of her words including swearing that she wasn’t going to let you out of her sight again. Sweeter things, like she’d be there for you. And upset rambles that she’ll never let you leave home again, and she’d rather have you chained to her than out of her reach again. Things too frenziedly mumbled, and in a tone that the others understood Robin probably didn’t even realise she was saying, or care she was so upset, but sentiments everyone was silent at because they couldn’t deny, they’d all been thinking things on other levels of those ideas themselves.

Steve wasn’t afraid to hold your hand with the pain meds injected in, he was gentle. He didn’t touch near the needle, but his thumb rubbed up and down warmly, his hand never left yours, fingers interlocked, with a reassuring hold.

He’d moved the armchair in the corner of the room right up to the bed, Robin’s feet resting on top of his legs, which kinda helped both of them, as he leant his elbows by her own thighs, staring deeply at your sleeping face with the most intent brown eyes. Blocked from the view on the opposite end, of Eddie’s dark brown eyes wetly staring at you on his own side too.

Steve held his chin up with his hands, the only reason his leg stopped bouncing in intervals was Robin’s own legs on top of his. Sometimes bringing your hand up, and holding his chin with that too, whenever he leant his head down to kiss it, tears falling and rolling onto your cool skin also. “Please baby. You gotta wake up. Come back to me y/n.” Steve would whisper occasionally to you. Just like how they’d all talk to you. Quietly, but uncaring if the others heard, because their love was private enough in this room with their family.

Although sometimes the cries of words were loud and shattering instead.

But Steve’s other phrase he repeated a lot, with those eyes kept on you each time he said it, the only words he’d have to look at you for, were “I promise.” He never elaborated. He probably wasn’t even thinking about it. But Steve had so many promises for you. Promises to be a better boyfriend. Be the man you deserve. Be your protector. Bring you back. Look after you properly. Do anything and everything for you. Steve promised all of this, if only you’d come back to him. He knew you knew what he meant though. Of course you did, your love was strong enough for that, Steve knew you understood him.

When you awake, the first thing you say is “Are you okay?” Because all you can see is the faces of the people you love most crying, red, and heartbroken. Heartbroken, but so relieved.

And God... if that being your first reaction to waking up in a hospital bed, doesn’t just prove to them that you are extraordinary. You are so perfect, you’re so kind to them, so so loving and so egregiously loved, and that you are too good for this harsh world, someone who needs to be protected from it, no matter what they’ll do anything to do that.

The second thing you ask is of course “What happened?” Waking and feeling groggy, coming out of your state of unconsciousness, too shocked and bleary, and of course pumped full of pain meds, to really feel any pain right now.

Steve asks how you feel while Nancy asks you to try and move something, over the top of each other. Steve uses the call button quickly, and as you’re getting used to the weird feeling, and the sight, of having a big chunky cast on one of your legs, you wriggle your toes on your opposite foot effortlessly.

Something you get drowned in praise for. Which you can’t deny, feels good. You’re always praised by all four of your lovers, so much so sometimes, but you could get used to being smothered in praise just for wriggling your toes. Or maybe that’s still the daze.

Having your lovers shower you in, careful, hugs and kisses, people swapping who’s holding your face and looking down at you so lovingly, all the kind wonderfully praising words down at you with genuine meaning, and most of all, watching your partners faces go from tear stricken to smiling like they’re high, full of a shoot up of relief, finally happy, pride for you, hopeful, a few tears still falling from a couple of them, but falling because their eyes crinkle as their smiles stretch so wide showing their beautiful teeth it must be hurting their lips. Laughs coming from their throats with a certain roughness from their past crying, and so many loving words surrounding you more and more, and more.

Relieved that you can move, they all saw it for themselves, and having already called the doctor, you ask again what happened.

Boy does Nancy feel relief with that question. Of course you still look groggy, not that anyone would say that of course, all four of them were cradling you in their hands and calling you beautiful. The heartfelt, starry and teary looks in the others eyes, they are being so genuine when they say that. They’re seeing you open your eyes again, looking at them, and bruised or not, you are beautiful.

But Nancy does believe you’ll be none the wiser. Which is lucky for her, again. One cynical part of Nancy’s brain does speak up then, thinking that it’s probably better that their luck run out soon, otherwise Nancy may be less apprehensive doing worse things in the future. Worse things for you. Of course Nancy would only do what’s best though. She just has to try and remember that.

And maybe remember that she’s supposed to be the more restrained one of the group. After last time as well, she definitely doesn’t want to let the others down too. And she wants to be good enough for you, she just wants you to still love her, that’s what’s good enough for Nancy.

Needless to say you’re not being left alone at that hospital. Because you woke up some time before visiting hours were over, the hospital only allowed one person to stay overnight. Steve and Nancy both tried to see if there was any leeway, but with no luck. Surprisingly Robin was the one who nearly got into a big argument with the nurse who had told them so. But luckily Steve had managed to calm her down (and grab her before she could leap at someone).

Whilst Eddie, done with begging, simply stayed nuzzling into your collar, his small tears weeping against your skin whenever he buried his face more. While the others argued he was pretty quiet, wanting to spend his time all with you, and happy with your petting and loving scritching of his head and curls back. At least he got to be with you for longer, and while the others fought.

But Steve and Nancy revealed to a shaking with adrenaline Robin that they needed to stay lowkey. And she let herself be calmed by Steve’s hug, while Nancy rubbed her shoulders, the three all turning to look at you in the now quiet of the room, and Eddie peering up at you too. Honestly you were used to having their eyes on you by this point, very used, but this was a whole other level.

Your other three lovers were actually very valiant, and all agreed Nancy should be the one to stay, before anyone could even put their name in the hat. She’s the one who watched you fall, she’s the one who had to check on you and wait with you, they all let her go first. Something Nancy bowed her head at, with a pink faced thank you. But they all knew it was an easier decision, because the three were breaking back into your room as soon as lights were out for the night.

And it was pretty easy, no one questions you when you look confident with where you’re going, and everyone who worked at the hospital was too tired to even notice them. So half an hour after saying bye, and holding Nancy’s hand and chatting about what she must’ve been thinking when you fell, you had your three loves quietly coming back into your room, and kissing your lips with slight teariness again, because they’d been panicking so at not being able to see you for those past 32 minutes.

You are even more of a princess now, than when you first agreed to go out with all of them

You’ll never have less than two people in your room, more like three, but mostly all four of them. Someone will only be gone when they’re leaving to get you breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks from your favourite places, so you don’t have to eat that yucky hospital food.

You’ll only be minus two when one of them needs to have a cry or talk to another, and they don’t want to do it in front of you. Steve, Robin, or Eddie would leave, and would usually be followed by one of the others, when caught with that obvious need to talk.

You’re brought a different bouquet of flowers handpicked individually by each one of your lovers every single day. The first time was hospital flowers, because no one wanted to leave so far when you were still so freshly hurt. The wounds of it were fresh with them as well. The McDonald’s only across the road got a lot of money that first day. But when you sweetly asked for pizza the next day at lunch, everyone scrambled to see if anywhere would deliver, or where the closest- you said you wanted Pizza Hut? Got it. Where the closest Pizza Hut was.

Presents and anything you needed, anything you wanted, anything they felt the urge to get, was brought to you. Either by them, or asking others to grab stuff, so they could stay with you. They loved knowing they had such good friends that they could genuinely rely on, in times like this too.

They felt better watching you brighten up with your visitors. Dustin came, bringing some board games and other items you might want with a key Steve gave him to their place, and a backpack full with half melted chocolate. As well as a hospital gift shop card, and you only brightened up more that Dustin completely forgot the cheap price sticker on it, but it was so endearing and gave you a good needed giggle, not that you let Dustin know what you were giggling about, and you were coddled over for grimacing in pain because it hurt your cracked rib.

Joyce and El visited, El having hand drawn a get well soon card and having picked out flowers and chocolates in the gift shop downstairs, because she’d never visited someone in a hospital before (for something not life threatening too) and she’d learnt it was something you were supposed to do. Joyce had been lovely, because she’d given you that mom hug, and you’d just held on and burst into tears at her warmth, and her scent, and her tenderness, and her hug. It was the first time you’d cried all day, you didn’t even know why you did. But you loved having Joyce there. Yes your partners brought you comfort, but Joyce had such a parental vibe, she really made you feel like everything was going to be okay, and you were looked after, and loved.

Even Hellfire club stopped by, with more sweets for you. Mike nearly getting hit in the head by Eddie and Steve and Nancy because one of the packs he handed you was already open and half eaten. He hadn’t even had those ones, it was Gareth. But with every friend visiting, and your partners, your family, always around, so encouraging, you felt so loved and taken care of.

And after a few days, with lots of final pestering questions to your doctors by your loves, you were released back home. Already having a schedule Nancy had two copies of in a folder of your medical information, of when you were to come in for physical therapy. Your injuries needed some extra work, especially your broken leg, but keeping up with your meds, having people help you with physical tasks around the house, looking after your wounds, and coming to physical therapy, you’d be back to normal in no time!

Your doctor affectionately nicknamed you ‘The Tank’ for having come out pretty okay from just a nasty accident. You were sure he’d used that name for plenty of patients, but it made you smile every time anyway. And with the reassurance from all your friends, your family, you felt strong too.

Well, strong and their princess. You could be both. They told you so!

Just because you were back from the hospital, didn’t mean you were any less delicate, and precious, and babied and worried over by them. In fact, you were sure someone would have a nervous breakdown as they transported you from the hospital, to Steve’s car, to your wheelchair to the sofa.

Steve was going to carry you to bed tonight, and then they’d all help getting you to the bathroom, to your wheelchair to go to the garden, and to be in the living room with them.

You wanted to feel like you were still part of the household team, and go to the dining room to eat, and watch tv with them at night on the sofa, and explore the garden for fresh air with them all.

And honestly, if you hadn’t phrased it like that initially, they might’ve fought harder to keep you only in your bedroom. But they couldn’t deny you after that... how could they! Of course they’d carry you everywhere around the house! They’d take you to watch the sunset glisten against Steve’s pool and sit by the flowers every single evening! Of course they’d do that, you could still interact like you were a normal part of the family, of course they’d do that for you! Anything you ask! They’d do that of course because they love you!!!

And that’s what they do. They try to keep you in bed a little in the mornings, so you’re comfortable. When everyone moved into Steve’s parents house when they weren’t really coming back to Hawkins, Steve tried to get the biggest beds for everyone’s rooms. Enough so five of you could fit, usually if you were all snuggled up to each other at night.

Everyone was pretty wary around your injuries, but having been unable to do so in the hospital, the first night home was spent with you comfortably in the middle of your own bed, and the others trying to give you space, but cuddled up as close as possible, all trying to at least have a hand on you. Sure Robin woke up with a fright because Eddie nearly kicked her off the bed, and when everyone was awake, Nancy was baking because Steve had been like a sauna all night apparently, when she was so squished to his bare back, clinging to his chest and trying to not lie on the edge. But they were happy because they got to be close with you, and you were very happy about the situation too!

Luckily by your window sill, there was a cushioned seating area, that could be used to sleep on if necessary, so that was used some nights as well. There being plenty of big comfy chairs, bean bags, and blow up mattresses around if absolutely necessary also.

You’re of course brought breakfast in bed. Steve wanted to give you healthier stuff to help you heal quicker, but he was also so upset about nearly, potentially losing you, and that you were hurt, he wanted to do everything to make you happy, anything, so he’d bring you the biggest and best breakfasts, on the mornings he went for them.

Steve and Eddie were usually the ones who lifted you, being the tallest and strongest, and no one wanting to risk dropping you when you were like this, although Robin sometimes helped them. They kept your wheelchair on whichever floor you were on, so in the mornings someone could wheel you to the bathroom. No one had wanted to leave that first morning, even when you told them you just needed to piss. Eddie and Robin stayed babbling to you on the bathroom sink, while Nancy and Steve ravaged through gift bags downstairs to find the new bubble bath you’d gotten. And then, admitting your ribs hurt, you eventually accepted Eddie and Robin’s help to haul your thighs back into your chair.

Bath time you were treated even more like a queen, constantly being asked if the temperature was okay, and have whoever was on duty asking if the bin bag tied around your leg, over your cast, was okay too, not wanting it to be too tight or hurting you. It was awkward and hurt a bit to get in the tub, they could all tell, and they hated watching you like this, but they’d stay. Of course they did. Usually multiple of them, just to chat with you, and fight over who got to wash you. Any room you were in, usually so were the other four, unless they were doing something.

They light scented candles, and someone will sing a tune, and they’ll make sure it’s all lovely. They looove just being able to help you relax, styling your hair, and taking the time to gently pick apart and brush any knots out of it. Usually someone got to work with your hair while another washed you. Technically you could probably do that part yourself, even though your arms and ribs were a bit injured, but it could hurt even a tiny bit, and they wanted to wash you, they wanted to treat you like a queen, they wanted to worship you, and they wanted to help you. So of course you wouldn’t complain. And they are sooo gentle around your injuries. Which unfortunately, there are quite a few of. One of the things they hate about bath time is seeing those bruises look worse and worse on your body. You’re still their beautiful girl, thats not changed at all, they just hate seeing you hurt.

They will insist on carrying you back to your room to get you changed, because surely it must be more comfortable to sit on your bed than the bath tub, and they chuckle each time you give a suggestive wink as you mention them carrying your naked and slippery body back to the bedroom. Oh what will they do to you now?

It makes them smile each time. Eddie and Steve will be shirtless carrying you too, at first just so their shirts didn’t get wet they’d say, but that very quickly in the next sentence devolved into a much more flirty sentiment. You loved at least being able to fawn over their bare chests, touching them, and sometimes teasing them too, even if you couldn’t do much with how fucked up you were right now.

They love dressing you up in their own clothes, and it’s not like you’re complaining, or you can easily change back. You love being able to smell them on you, and be comforted by their outfits. Sometimes they bicker over who gets to change you, only because they know they each want to put their own clothes on you. You sometimes get your own very comfy ones though, or your favourite shirts. That and the new clothes they’ve bought you, because your lovers are all compulsive shoppers when it comes to gifting you with things, you learnt way back when they first were trying to court you. It’s a good thing the shared household has a very good income, especially with what was left and still given by Steve’s parents.

They’ll carry you again down the stairs, but then you’re put in your wheelchair if not the sofa, and Robin and Nancy will argue it’s their turn to hold you (push you about) this time, although it ends up being largely shared.

“Maybe you should keep me away from stairs. You know, because of my track record of falling off them?”

Nancy gulps, freezes, but it’s not noticed by anyone, Robin and Eddie still walking besides you, transfixed on your crack of a smile, dealing with their own pounding hearts at the memory of you getting hurt, twice. But Steve smiles back in his joke with you, jostling you carefully up in his arms as he says “Yeah, that’s why I’m taking you downstairs.” The four of you chuckle, and Nancy quickly steps in place behind. It’s a good job they’re all obsessed with you.

If any of you thought at all on this, how you’d ‘fallen down stairs’ twice around her and been knocked out, the coincidence would point a glaringly obvious finger at Nancy. And she’s already got plans in place depending on who or how many of you figure that out first.

Once you’re down, and Robin’s getting chided by Nancy for doing wheelies with you in your chair, you get to decide what you all do. But they’ve all also come up with lots of fun activities themselves! So you’re not stuck bored or having to think too hard, you don’t need to strain yourself, there’s four of them here for you!

Steve and Robin nearly die when Eddie wheels you into their work one day early on. You’ve come to pick out about a weeks worth of films, and they couldn’t be happier having you visit! It makes their heart feel good, and painful things, seeing you out and about like usual, but just in a wheelchair.

They also get slightly scared not having you at home, even though you’re with them. But of course you’d ask Eddie if you two can go out and how could he refuse you! They all have a great time with you at Steve and Robin’s work, the three are just slightly more... protective. Like when people come in and start knocking over tapes because they’re clumsy, or don’t care, or a car outside is going way too fast, near the glass windows of the store. They spend some time just huddled around you in a circle, still laughing and joking around with you, and your lap stacked full of tapes.

Your great idea of a bbq was really nice, because not only did everyone have fun watching Steve in his ‘kiss the chef’ apron cooking (regularly put onto Eddie as well, which he wouldn’t complain about if he got attention, and, kisses) but you all got to spend a long afternoon outside together. It felt really good for you.

You could sit in the outside seating with everyone else, go around with Robin to smell the flowers, watch Eddie throw Nancy into the pool after she’d clearly teased him about something. And although Steve caught your pout, telling him that you wished you could go in the pool, you soon had a bucket of warm, chlorine, water, to paddle your foot not attached to a cast in, and had Eddie spraying you with a water gun he’d found to also help you ‘experience the pool’. He refused to tell Steve where he found them. Although within an hour he’d given you one as well ‘to hide’, so you could pull it out against the others at the funniest opportunity presented to you.

You’d all prepared some lovely cold food and treats in the kitchen together, before going out and eating some skilfully grilled things by your lovers, and kissing a lot of chefs, and Nancy even had her camera out to take lots of pictures together. It had been really lovely. It had felt refreshing. And it proved to you you could have fun, have normal good days, even being kinda injured right now. And your four lovers started to tear up with smiley faces, when you told them how good this day had been, as you kissed each of them with an “I love you so much.”

Anything and everything, all for you, from all of them.

Even when you can start to walk, they still like carrying you around. They encourage your attempts, and reward your efforts, even though, holy God, you feel like you’re constantly being rewarded at the moment. But they still get nervous. A toss up between wanting you to get better and improve, and being so scared you’re not ready and you’ll hurt yourself, and just wanting to do all the hard work for you.

You have to tell them having one person in front of you and one person behind you kind of impedes your ability to walk in any direction, but with people behind you and at your sides, sad they can’t hold your hands, you manage to soon be strong enough to use your crutches. Everyone’s happy your arms are feeling better, and strong too! Although they do keep the wheelchair around, just in case.

Eddie has a bet with you to keep you going strong, about when you’ll next be able to bench press him. At some point the terms of the bet switch to ‘when you’ll be able to throw Eddie against a wall’ and no one can quite trace when that happened. Robin makes a show of fawning over your ‘muscly’ biceps though, and disrespecting Steve’s ‘lack of them’.

Very soon you have the four of them individually (and together) drooling starry eyed over how they have such a strong girlfriend, who they’re so in awe of.

When you push Eddie’s face away as he kneels by the sofa arm after teasingly chattering on and on about his warrior princess girlfriend, and ‘biting into pure muscle’, he pretends to be so thrown back by your mighty hand. And then faints from how intimidated he is by your strength. And turned on. Which gets the remote thrown at his head by Robin. And Eddie fake faints again.

And then you tell Eddie he’s bullying you for faking being knocked out, when that’s basically a trauma for you! And then you get smothered in kissies by your boyfriend!

And eventually your also there girlfriend, who is trying to shove Eddie back after two full minutes of being left out, like Robin was as strong as Eddie pretended you had been.

They all have a little bet of the next time they’ll be able to sit in your lap again - with the caveat of ‘DON’T STRAIN YOURSELF TO DO SO EARLY THOUGH PLEASE MY LOVE’

They drive you to physical therapy, and you always get to go out somewhere as a treat afterwards. They all felt frozen on the spot, after your first session, where you used your crutch to go all the way to the front of the line by yourself, and began ordering your ice cream sundae, but they at least started to calm when they realised nothing bad had happened. And after some talks with each other, where they knew they would not let anything happen to you out there, when you were with all of them.

You hadn’t really noticed yet, but you kinda assumed you hadn’t been out anywhere on your own, because they were worried you wouldn’t be able to comfortably get yourself there and back home without their help. They do slightly wonder if they’ll feel any... less like this, once you’re fully healed up, and probably wanting to go out there on your own again.

...That’s a bridge they’ll cross when they come to it. For now, they loooove being able to spend all their time, taking care of their poor, sweet, lovely girlfriend.

Obviously Nancy is very smart, and I feel like as a yandere it only helps with her manipulation. So she probably wouldn’t tell the others what she did. No need for them to know right! You didn’t know, and neither did anyone else, so why would her other partners need to? There’s no proof, she made sure after the others got to you at the hospital that there hadn’t been any cameras around. So there was no evidence and she was singlehandedly protecting her family herself (by not letting her get arrested and the family being torn apart, as well as the others secrets potentially looked into more).

She knows they’d just be upset. Of course, there’s no reason for her to let that happen. They’d be angry with her, and they’d probably feel guilty and conflicted about letting you in. She doesn’t think Steve would, unless you’re begging him for a truth and Nancy hasn’t been sinking her claws (in a sweet way) into him recently. Robin would also probably be too anxious to tear the family apart, and to tell on Nancy. Nancy had had to tell Robin off, in only medium ways, once or twice, but Nancy also knew Robin was a good girl. But she was also your girl. It would be rocky.

Eddie... Nancy could still trust him, but she could see him being the most tricky out of the group. Tricky to control and predict as well.

She could see Eddie snatching you up and taking you away from her and the others, driving you away in that shitty van to lead a life with you elsewhere, just the two of you.

Eddie had grown used to being alone before they all came together, whereas Steve and Robin were terrified of it. If Eddie was scared for you, he’d steal you away in the night, and Nancy wouldn’t underestimate Eddie’s sneakiness when necessary, including taking you on your own willingness thanks to him, and she wouldn’t underestimate Eddie being content with you being his family, not having you in any harms way, being happy with you. And with only one family member to call and meet up with. Only one other person he cared about like that. Easier to cut ties with the town he wanted to leave before this relationship started.

It also meant Eddie only had his Uncle Wayne to look out for in the town he left. The only one to warn in case any of the others, his nephews ‘ex friends’, started acting weird. Only one person to set up precautions with, in case he was used to lure you and Eddie back.

It’s not like Nancy would ever hurt Mike, who was in Hellfire with Eddie. And she wouldn’t want to do anything to Dustin either, she also knew Steve would not allow that to happen, and Nancy would definitely lose Steve if she hurt Dustin. That would be the best way to get Steve to not only hate her, but fight back against Nancy. Lose Steve, and you, and probably have Eddie gain Steve... and then Robin would probably leave her and join... Not that Nancy was thinking about hurting Wayne. Or anyone, of course not. Eddie just had the most options, as well as a lot of other ticks in the category. ...Nancy just thought too much, was all.

It was just all around easier to not involve them. Besides, Nancy couldn’t deny that when attention wasn’t poured on you, she liked the extra forehead kisses and tight hugs from the others she’d gotten back when she first could have told the truth, the love for her having seen such a dreadful sight, watching you fall, being the one to call the ambulance so fretfully. Poor Nancy, she was so brave to them, so in need of some extra love. And she truly loved all of them, including you.

Nancy would do the right thing. And that was not letting her family be torn apart.

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Last post sounds just like Ace💕

Pffft, loving the mental image of Ace cajoling Cyrus into going with him, while Cyrus tries to act uninterested and like he’s disgusted that Ace would suggest invading your privacy like that. Meanwhile Cyrus would totally be tempted to do something like that on his own.

Cyrus is the type to sniff your underwear while getting off and then put the underwear back, feeling too guilty to do much more (even though part of him wants to try sucking your dried sweat and slick from the fabric).

Ace likes sniffing it well enough, but he’s more likely to do things that mix his scent with yours, like wearing your underwear, or wrapping the fabric around his cock and jerking off into it before leaving it somewhere he knows you’ll find it. He’s not ashamed of what he’s doing here, if he’s hiding anything it’s because he wants it to be a game, he wants to taunt you and make you mad.

I think if the both of them went together, Ace would be cocky, cracking jokes and generally being reckless (hoping to get caught), while Cyrus is trying so hard to be as quiet and quick as possible and pleading with Ace to hurry up and stop making so much noise, nervously standing guard to make a run for it if he hears you coming back. Ace would sniff the fabric of your underwear and let out an exaggerated moan to goad Cyrus into joining in— Cyrus gets flustered and Ace smells that blood in the water, going all-in on making Cyrus even more flustered. Imagine catching them like that, Ace’s hands up the back of Cyrus’ shirt, your dirty laundry scattered around, underwear still clutched in Cyrus’ hand…

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warnings: yandere behaviour, branding

daydreaming about joshua burning his name, or initials, into your skin <333 he doesn’t really care whether the brand is visible or not, he just finds comfort in knowing the brand exists, proof of his ownership seared permanently into your flesh, finds solace in the fact that he’s marked you, claimed you, as his forever <3 he’d carve his name into your bones if he could, so even in death, even after your blood has dried up and your veins have withered and your flesh has melted from your skeleton, you are still recognizably, obviously, undoubtedly his.

or he has you cremated so he can take a piece of you everywhere with him, safe and sound in a little vial clasped around his neck, bouncing against his sternum, right next to his heart <3