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A/N: Never cared about superman until this new trailer came out. I'm a Clark girlie now. It's shame there's not many Yan!superfamily content out there. I plan to write more but I figured i'd get some thoughts out there.

Warnings: DeadDoveDon'tEat| Forced family, yandere themes, kidnapping, manipulation ect..

Living with Yan!superfam would be the most terrifying experience in the whole wide world. Yes, Clark Kent is such a sweetheart. Truly the embodiment of a "gentle giant", there's not a man on earth whose kinder...but there's also not one who is stronger.

How frightening would it be to innocently deny your father of bonding time and hear him say---

"I didn't quite hear you. Could you repeat yourself, Honey?"

---and you turn around to face this six and a half foot brooding man who is towering over you with a sickeningly sweet smile....

You and I both know he heard you loud and clearly, he can hear someone laugh half way across the world. Papa Clark just wanted to see if you really had the audacity to repeat yourself.

OH and the fact he has telepathy? Clark has sworn on his life that he'd never use those abilities on anyone outside of criminals, let alone his precious family but there's times where it feels there's something rummaging through you brain.. picking at every little part.

--and it always seems to happen late at night, when everyone is supposedly sleeping.

Speaking of his telepathy powers, could you imagine him erasing parts of your memories? One time while he was holding you in his arms, all you could think about was your past...your real parents and siblings...how you wished his arms were theirs...

Clark's jealousy would overwhelm him and next thing you know you can't even remember much about them at all...

Or fantasizing about escaping while at dinner and having your train of thought ripped right from you as he silently watches you from across the table.. You know that there's something wrong but you can't quite place it and he finally speaks up

"Everything alright, sweetheart? You look a little disgruntled."

One thing Clark does is swoop you into his arms without much warning and flies. That seems like so much fun but you hate them. Rightfully so. Intentional or not, it's a reminder how helpless you truly are when in a blink of an eye you're thousands of feet up in the air . He'd never drop his precious daughter, but you don't know that. Not when he just levitates there, looking at you with a sickness in his eyes..mind racing and heart pounding. He loves you so much, what would he ever do if he lost his only girl.

Clark constantly pushes to be close to you and to be the perfect father. It's so surreal waking up in a "perfect" cookie cutter family. It's as if you were in some 1950's film about a nuclear family, everything feels like it's taken right from a script.

It really reminds you that they are aliens trying their hardest to conform to a human way of life. You feel bad for being so reclusive when it's clear that your Father wants your life to be perfect, but you can't shake the fear you have for them.

You would almost feel bad if they didn't kidnap you or could snap your spine with a single finger...

Oh don't get me started on your little brother Jon. He's just like his dad. Loving and full of sugar, until you do something to shatter the image of their perfect family.

You rejected playing with him and suddenly he's *literally* dragging you into his room to play Legos. Or you told him that he's "not really your brother and that you have a real family somewhere else." and He's blowing out your eardrums during a tantrum..

*never make Jon scream and cry, noted.*

Oh one time he threw an emotional fit so hard that he almost shot a Laser beam at you. He genuinely didn't mean to, he would never purposefully put your life in danger but he's still not in full control of his powers yet. Very blessed that Clark was there that day to settle things.

Yeah. The boy frequently forgets just how fragile you are. Clark is able to control himself in order to protect you and everyone else but Jon struggles so much. Accidental bruises and broken bones are a frequent thing in this household, much to Clark's dismay.

He can scold his son all day but when he sees his sister waiting for him to get off the school bus, he can't help but throw himself into her. Maybe its the pulling, grabbing, and yanking her a little too harshly out of excitement is the root cause.

He's always wanting to show of his powers in order to make you think he's cool and deserving of your love..

Lois is completely bliss to everything that's going on. She seems to be rather confused why you're taking so long to adjust but honestly I think Clark has her mentally wiped.

What if he only kidnapped you because he desperately wanted a daughter. Like Papa Clark gives off "girl dad" vibes but Lois couldn't have another. When he saw you, oh you were so perfect. He didn't care if you looked like him or not, you were his baby girl. You were perfect for this family.

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hi lovies, it’s vic ♡

tumblr snatched my old acc @luvvictoria like a thief in the night — banned me for being too hot to handle (aka writing lil smutty delulus).

like??? if that was smut?? oh baby, i haven’t even started.

anyways… i’m back, softer, sluttier & sparklier than ever.

kiss me or block me, i don’t care. I’ll show y’all smut.

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Fuck capitalism - Part Two

Part One | you

Pair. Yandere! Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary. Bruce has already confirmed his decision to be part of the child's life. His responsibility is supposed to start from pregnancy, isn't it?

CW. Unplanned pregnancy, mentions of sex, power dynamic (employee/boss), ambiguous consent. NSFW. English is not my first language.

MDNI

Words were not enough to describe your son of a bitch of a boss.

Ah... you just tried that, didn't you?

It felt good, you'd probably do it more often.

After the disastrous conversation with Wayne, you'd been given the day off.

“To think” He had told you “Try not to stress.”

Yeah, sure, of course you'd stay in a Zen state, do yoga, controlled breathing exercises and all that crap.

What else could you do? You had never thought of yourself as impotent.

You had been the perfect student all your life, with outstanding grades from high school to Gotham University (but not enough stress to fall into madness, like almost all professionals in Gotham), and you were a charismatic enough person to get a well-paid job at Wayne Industries.

A complicated work life, but one that had allowed you to save enough to retire at 35 and live peacefully the rest of your life without depending on anyone, even with a child (if you took good care of your finances, of course).

At what point had it all gone wrong? You caressed your belly.

No, this had nothing to do with the child in your belly. This had started long before.

When you were still a student of administrative sciences and He of criminology, psychology and forensic sciences.

When you weren't even...

No.

It wasn't something you could afford to think about right now.

Not with all the suitcases in your living room, reminding you of the thwarted dream of an escape that couldn't be.

Not with all the clutter in your mind about what your next steps would be.

Running away from a disinterested Bruce Wayne was a no-brainer. Now that he had decided to get his hands on the matter, it was an entirely different thing.

The owner of Wayne Industries had all the power, means, contacts and resources to follow you to the ends of the earth.

And you knew this because, as his secretary, you had been involved in the process more than once. Is this what they call karma?

Ruthless decisions by a ruthless man.

You were screwed.

You had decided to stay on as Bruce's secretary at Wayne Enterprises.

And, before anyone could judge you, it was the most rational decision possible.

There was no way Bruce was going to take his eye off you now that he had decided.

And you could make it hard on yourself by quitting the job and losing substantial monetary compensation. Or you could play on his board while you figured out a way to work it all out.

Deadline? 8 months, until the baby was born.

Doesn't sound too far-fetched.

How harmful would it be for you to start smoking again?

— Miss, excuse me, we have arrived at your destination. — The cab driver pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked out of the window, the most imposing building of the gothic city clouded your view.

— Thank you very much. — You extended some bills towards the man, with a crooked smile. — Keep the change.

And, still with your heart in your throat, you got out of the cab to enter the offices.

The work environment had never been the best. Evidently, in an organization as successful as this one, competition and betrayal were part of everyday life. Everyone wanted to be the best, open their doors to the world, receive juicy compensation and, if the goddess of luck was feeling especially kind, maybe even reach the upper echelons.

You had never minded, you took the job knowing the environment you were getting involved in. And yet, for some reason (which of course you knew), the big walls felt much more stifling than ever; the hallways, endless; the lights, cold.

It was supposed to be part of your duties to head to Bruce's offices as soon as your shift began; in all your years on the job, nothing had ever stopped you from fulfilling that condition.

There's always a first time.

Your footsteps led you hurriedly to the first bathroom you encountered.

Your insides twisted inside your stomach, and as you opened the doors, you quickly entered the first available cubicle. You tied your hair up in a messy bun and just.... You let it go.

Absolutely everything, food and bile, in a bitter and disgusting combination inside the toilet. The smell was foul, apparently, your senses had been heightened since pregnancy, your mind seemed to spin, in a foul, suffocating sensation inside the small space.

And, without even giving you time to breathe, to forget the sour taste that had settled in your mouth, your phone began to vibrate in your pocket.

You felt on the verge of fainting, your arms, not responding properly to your brain's commands, clumsily approached the device.

— Where are you? You're late. — You pulled the cell phone away from your ear before answering.

Two minutes late. Just two fucking minutes.

And that you had him to thank for passing up one.

— I'm on my way. — And you hung up the phone, before you had to listen to his voice one more time.

Outside Bruce Wayne's main office, you looked at the clock on your cell phone.

The two minutes had turned into ten.

Between the two minutes you had taken to finish throwing up, the two you needed to clean out your mouth, and the last two in which you ran, in heels, from the bathroom to here.

Hadn't you made good time?

— I hope you have a good explanation. — Bruce had his elbows resting on his desk, his jaw on the back of his hands. His blue eyes staring at you, analyzing you, scrutinizing you.

Looking for the slightest hint of anything.

You should have taken longer.

— There's no use making excuses for me. Not when I'm here, now. —

You couldn't lie to him, not if you wanted to escape his spiral of paranoia and conspiracy. You didn't want to tell him the truth, because he couldn't know you felt weak, not now, not ever.

Not again.

So when you answered him, you made sure you did it with fortitude, showing him that he couldn't get one more bit of information out of you.

Bruce wasn't happy, but didn't probe further, his consideration to avoid stressing you out?

He'll find out anyway.

— So, as for your gift ideas for Damian? —

Ah, where will you be giving out awards for father of the year?

— I didn't... make any such appointment for you, Mr. Wayne. — The limo pulled up in front of a luxurious clinic in downtown Gotham.

A private institution that catered only to the cream of Gotham's crop, whose consultations cost more than half your annual salary.

— Are you... sick? — You asked cautiously, like a cat prepared to back away at any moment.

It didn't make sense, you spent so much time with Bruce that you would notice if....

You'd realize...

This miserable wretch.

The revelation hit you like a punch. No, no, he didn't have the right to do this. To take you to the first ultrasound of your pregnancy without even warning you.

You weren't a dog they had to hide your vet visit from, or a child to lie to about going to the dentist.

Not when you had already decided on the date you would go, when you had already taken into consideration the hospital (a fairly good and financially affordable one).

Why did this man always think he could walk all over you? Completely blurring the line between personal and work that you were trying to build between you.

— “You don't have the right to do this.” — You tried to use a cold tone against him, but your voice was cracking with anger, your jaw, tense, causing you trouble formulating your words properly.

You hated not even being able to yell at him, to express your anger the way you would like to.

— “The right to give you quality treatment at one of the best hospitals on the continent?” — Bruce's expression was confused, as if he really didn't understand the problem here.

And that made it even worse.

— "No, don't you dare make me sound crazy for challenging you. The problem here is that you make decisions without my consent." - You pointed to the hospital from inside the limo. — "I already had an appointment, Bruce" —

He smiled as he heard his name leave your lips. It had been so long since you'd called him that, just like they were close again.

You rolled your eyes, his satisfaction wasn't part of the results you expected. And even though it felt weird to have his name between your lips, you didn't stop your speech.

— A good date, in a good hospital, why didn't you ask me? I'm not something you have to take care of, I'm not a child in your care. I'm an adult, Bruce." —

The man in front of you took his time to respond. Like a parent who decides to wait for his child's tantrum to pass instead of feeding it.

His eyes watched you with boredom, as if waiting for you to simply take it back, put on a smile and happily accept everything he had to give you.

And that felt so... Invalidating. Like he was right here, like you were acting crazy, just for refusing his help.

You hated this feeling.

You weren't even supposed to need it in the first place. This child is yours, it had to be. Why was Bruce meddling so much?

If he was the one who wasn't supposed to feel anything else for you.

— "I understand... Sorry." — Bruce approached you with tenderness, the kind he almost never showed because most of the time he was too busy pushing you or fucking you). — "I didn't know you had a date, I should have asked you. It's just that I care about my son, I want him to have the best? Am I being oblivious?" —

He placed his hand over yours, and those deep blue eyes of his, which usually showed coldness and boredom, tried to look deep into you, in a way that felt almost.... Warm.

At first, you even felt able to relax, just for a second. He had always known how to touch you....

And yet, something about the calm tone he put in his voice, the emphasis he placed on certain words only angered you even more.

It seemed that he had agreed with you, that he had apologized. And yet, you felt that the only person who had lost here was you.

Are you being paranoid?

Note from the author. Yes, I'm definitely planting some clues here. JAJAJAJA. I've always thought of Bruce Wayne as having such an oppressively charming personality. I hope I've portrayed him well.

Next up is a little person who asked to be tagged. Jeje. Hope you like this one as much as the first one. Thank you!

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Another Yandere!Batboys AU, the Batboys as different monsters and I’m sure this idea has been done before but I have been playing in a D&D campaign and my character in game has just been somewhat charmed by a vampire so here we are now.

Like I imagine Dick as a fey, specifically as a changeling. Then Jason as a ghost or a fallen angel. Tim as a siren, it just makes sense to me with isolation ideas. Then Damian as some sort of demon, specifically an incubus.

I dunno about this idea, but thoughts?

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Batfamily reunion, kinda ?

Not my idea: https://x.com/tocartss/status/1897135638438404416?s=46&t=zkCvxQnVoZvDMu4v7483qg

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deer pngs ! credit not necessary for pngs! like or reblog to use, don't repost as your own please.

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No guys, Jason Todd shoots guns as a stim. Don't be ableist 🙄 if a person was in the way of the bullet, that's their own damn fault.

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"Oh, Damian was such an asshole" "The bats tried to integrate him he's just ungrateful!" "He had no reason to be as rough or rude as he was"

If I was raised as a prince and suddenly got sent away to the most corrupt, dangerous, and disgusting city in bumfuck New Jersey, I would be worse. The fact that he didn't burn that bitch down makes him a better man than I could ever be

If anything, he didn't crash out enough

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tw: oral, threesome ig its just reader getting eaten out no mention of penis, yandere, smut really no plot, dub con, mentions of s/o feeling drunk

“That’s a little rude, isn’t it lovie?” Kyle's synthetic innocence is just so convincing, his lips brushing against your ear before he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “You’re the one who invited him over.”

"I didn't." you retort softly, you wanted to have dinner parties with your friends, not Kyle's boss.

"ya said ya wanted to host more, cap wants to be a guest."

"I meant my friends coming over." Kyle shrugs you off.

"john's my friend, i just want to relax when im not deployed, you have all that time im fuckin' away and-" he cuts himself with a huff, trying to calm down, hes been on edge, that frown on your face haunts him. the way your eyes dart down, not looking at him.You freeze, at the way his voice raises and how his grip tightens. you were never good with yelling or fighting, especially with Kyle, he was another person when he was mad, you hated it. he doesnt want you afraid of him, he wants you happy, he wants to be enough for you.

"ya my missus? I take good care of ya? yeah?" he nods, pinching your chin, you have to his brown eyes and pouty lips. and you have to nod, Kyle takes good care of you, you sent him a letter complaining about cheap, shitty pans and he sent a le creuset set. whatever you needed you got, you can make dinner for John.

"come 'ere, take my card for the shop and get yourself a pretty dress, shorter the better babe" big hands grip your hips and press them against his own.

with a little spank you make your way to the shop, now eager to make a good impression on John.

You weren’t sure how you got here, you had a glass of wine while cooking and another with the meal, you were giggly but soberness was washing over you like icy water with sight before you. Sat on Kyle’s lap your new dress hiked up as his captain kneeled before you.

You don’t need to feel shy, love.”

"no need. ’m here to look after you. Kyle told me everything, how you like it, gonna take good care of ya sweet, we're gonna look after ya.” words fall from his lips like whiskey from a barrel, you cant help but squirm in Kyles lap, unable to talk back or even make eye contact with John. Kyle squeezes your hips, stilling you and pressing kisses down your jaw, forcing you to face john.

"Bet you're already soaked love, arent ya love? why dont ya check cap?" Kyle says in your ear, deep causing a shedder as he pries your legs open.

Kyle lifts you all too quickly and John takes the opportunity to tug off your panties and you assume toss them aside without a care too busy looking into Kyle's eyes to notice they'd been pocketed.

john's fingers grip at your thighs to keep you in place and he greedily dives in-between your legs, his tongue dips between your folds. You jerk instantly at the sensation, but you are unable to move.

Kyle holding you in place, his deep voice murmers, reminding you "good for my captain, you wouldn't show me up now, would ya love?"

John laps at your cunt like hes a man starved, because he is, so long since he had been face first in such a pretty pussy, his tongue plunging deep between your folds and hammering your sensitive clit, pulling pretty moans out from your lips.

Your hips are buckling, desperate for release as you clench around nothing, you can feel Kyle pressed against, occasionally rubbing against you.

you hide your face in Kyle's nape as John devours you, its noisy, vulgar almost, your moans and the almost slurping from John, you cant help the warm feeling rushing to your cheeks.

johns not a man to be ignored, he wont let his pretty girl hide, he could sink his teeth into your thigh or maybe spank your cunt but that would just push you further into Kyle and John just wants to look after his girl, he's been craving this, you, to prove him self. ever since Kyle showed him your polaroids and love letters he knew he wanted a taste, months of being deployed and drip feed tid bits about what you liked, the pretty sounds, how tight you were, how perfect youd be for them.

his eyes study you, your own are squeezed shut until his fingers enter you, you wants you to make a mess, all over him. hes a solider, he can handle it.

long and so thick, pounding your pussy so hard you babble something incoherent to Kyle.

"Keep ya eyes on me, got ta' use ya words love" his voice is gruff and commanding, you wanted to please him.

you're breathless, and nod, not the response he wanted, so a smack soon lands you your cunt and all you can do is bite your quivering lip.

"need ya ta' say it love, how can I give ya what you want?" you can only wince and pout as you receive nothing, you grind into Kyle but he soon holds you still.

"Ask for it like a big girl. your always so demanding with me love, caps seen all the letters, he knows you can use ya words." Kyle demands and your so close, your beg for it.

"please, please make me cum, captain, need it so bad.” you were greedy, wanting, needing, more and more of them.

his fingers soon plunge back into you, you're clenched around him so tight, its quicker than before, fucking into your pussy and his mouth sucks on your bud until your essence coats his beard.

"atta girl, knew ya could do it." Kyle says kissing your temple and John keeps lapping at your cunt, hes gotta get you ready, gonna be a long night.

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part two to this!

warning for smut, 141 are panty sniffers! and more yanderery than the last! I have another part written but I just felt like was already dragged a lil so lmk if you want the next part! also not edited bc im lazy

“The birds just not fuckin’ into ya johnny. She never took this long to respond to me.” Simon smirks, truthfully he didn’t really remember but he was fucked off with this entire thing, not only was Johnny after his bird but texting you became a group sport, even the double text.

Simon seethes, usually you would've crawled back to him by now, you'd get drunk and call him sobbing from whatever pub you were at and you'd owe him, rinse and repeat.

At least if you were into Johnny he'd know what you were doing but now your absence started to eat at him, he just wondered your were like a deer fresh out the womb, learning to walk, how would you survive when Simon wasn't there to pick up your the pieces when you inevitably fell apart again.

simon couldnt take them fawning over you anymore so he returned to his bedroom, he had a little secret that he had to keep from those closest to him, your underwear. A collection really.

to start with, they were just tucked in his bag for when he was deployed, he’d push a pair around his cock, satin felt nice but the cream pair with little berries on? they were too cute and so you. He’d pump his cock until they were stick with his cum.

then when he was home more often and you were fucked too dumb to bounce on his cock, neglecting him after hes giving you so many? he'll remember that for next time. and really left him no choice but to scout out your discarded panties, maybe a fresh pair if you packed them, and he'd finish himself off before tugging them up your legs, his cum from earlier still leaking out your pretty pussy. something about you walking home in shame, carrying him with you, a sense of ownership simon loved.

now these panties were all he had, and he wasn't gonna share them. maybe with Johnny, if he was good.

after a week it just wasnt doing it for him anymore, he needed to see his girl but all his texts weren't sending:( and he hadn't seen you at the gym or the pilates class you spent so much money on. almost like your little temper tantrum was serious this time.

okay so it took simon a week or two to turn up begging, well demanding your forgiveness.

or he would've, if you answered the fucking door? after coming over and almost fighting your door guy a few times, he gets the hint, stealth is wealth and all that.

now here he is, staring at you through binoculars, on the rooftop opposite your building, like he's gathering intel or some shit. originally he was gonna keep this to himself, threes a crowd after all but it was chilly on the rooftop and simon is all about efficiency and your safety of course!

thing is, that pesky door man knows who simon is, and its doubtful a stick on moustache and boiler suit is gonna convince him that simon is also the buildings engineer!

through this process they've found out your building has a lot of security issues, nobody even thought about cyber security so when gaz sends out an email with a list of apartment numbers and a time, stating some maintenance was needed, no one bats an eye.

and of course you dont want any awkward conversations, like offering them tea or coffee 50 times while they try to focus but they'd think you rude if you dont and you can't ignore them, thats rude too. so you have to go out and stay out.

so you go shopping, you've been needing more underwear anyway!

soon enough John and gaz are in your apartment, putting up hidden cameras, slipping trackers into the linings of your most worn clothes, rifling through your belongings and testing out your perfume, trying to figure out which one you use daily from the memories of your scent lingering on simon and around the flat.

however gold is struck when they come across your laundry basket! feral is the best fitting word, Johnny will froth at the mouth once they tell him and of course share the bounty of their conquest.

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“You don’t know fuck” Simon say pushing the bouquet away and you with it.

“Simon can’t we just try? We’re practically already dating” you say, a little more desperate this time, hanging on every word, hoping they’d turn sweet but they never do.

“Darlin im just here cause ya jump on me when I see ya, dirty slag, what about when im deployed? Ya jump on any fuckin thing” he practically spits out.

Tears sting at your eyes, you thought you were getting somewhere with him but Simon’s affection’s aren’t for you, not to keep, hes made that clear time after time. Yet here you are clutching on to the evening primrose, as he laughs you out the room. Why the fuck would he want flowers? Why would he want you?

You bolt out of his apartment, or his bedroom anyway, disheveled and panties discarded on his bedroom floor as you tug on the locked front door.

Great

You’d have to go back, tears streaming down your face.

God this was a shit show.

“Alright doll?” A gruff voice interrupts your prayers for the ground to swallow you up.

Great now you have an audience of Simon’s roommates, the older guy talking while the other two gawk at you like your some sort of freak show.

“Just leaving.” You choke out, staring at the floor like a child caught and shamed for bed wetting. His eyes are heavy as they weigh you down before he unlocks the door, muttering out a sorry on Simon’s behalf.

“Don’t cry lass, Simon likes ya, just not used to it.” Johnny says, he’s always been friendly to you, in passing of course, you were in their flat for Simon, and Simon only and it wasn’t your conversational skills. Johnny did hope Simon hadn’t fucked it with you, the walls were so fine having you about was like girlfriend asmr and he had cancelled his patreon subscriptions.

You awkwardly shuffle out. Vowing you’d never go back to that flat again or have anything to do with them, blocking Simon and changing gyms, now you’d never have to see him again.

buttttt when Johnny messages to check in on you, you can’t help but respond, the Scotsman didn’t do anything wrong and it was so sweet for to check on you. Maybe it would’ve been different if you knew every text was being planned by the four men, but you’re just too pretty when you cry.

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pretty pathethic man

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I giggled doing this hehe

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Skibidi die.

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yandere!mafia!141 x reader

this is like a context post to the other fics coming out!

warning: yandere, stalking, John is a lil misgyonist, all of them are creeps bc this is yandere mafia au, I wouldnt say dead dove but theres stalking and panty stealing and like alluding to murder or disappearing people

word count: 2308

୨୧ What do you once you're trained by the SAS and then abandoned by the military? Years of your life given away, everything you worked towards thrown away. Unable to settle back into who they were before the military they continue into a different career path, one that still utilises violence and timing.

୨୧ After a black ops mission goes south, Task Force 141 are announced MIA, by the very same man who gave them false information hoping to tie up loose ends. Although months and months stuck in Siberia they grew closer as a team and what was once a healthy disrespect for authority turns into a deep, profound hatred. As those seeds of hatred bloom into budding revenge plots they one by one become completely disillusioned with the cause they had dedicated their life to.

୨୧ Simon was the first, he began to snap at the others, annoyed that their hope lingered on. They were supposed to die in that mission and when they weren’t, they were left to freeze to death, they couldn’t trust anyone who wasn't in the tent with them, right then and there. People who you know can hurt you most after all

୨୧ John is second, he had doubts all before Simon but held on to hope, General Shepard had a hand in promoting him to a captain 10 years ago, worked together so often. Simon snapping, the constant freezing temperature and slowly watching his men start to fade, he snapped too. He wasn't just a loose end was? His team definitely weren't loose ends to be tied up in some bullshit suicide mission. John was going to survive this, as would his boys and they’d get back at those who failed them, General Shepard set this up but so many turned around, pretending not to see anything.

୨୧ Kyle and Johnny lost faith as John and Simon go on their rants, they couldn't ignore the truth laid out so clearly. They know where their loyalties lie now, with each other.

୨୧ They couldn't go back to the SAS or any military, they were on their own. Luckily John had money and money talked, his presence also  commanded respect and they had all seen how people ran these organisations. After a recent clamp down on crime back home they were greeted with a power vacuum.

୨୧ London was ripe for the taking and after London? They were going after shepard. 

John Price

୨୧ The Captain who falls for a cafe worker.

୨୧ Possessive and jealous. You really have no idea the effect you have on him do you? Or the rest of your coworkers and customers. His blue eyes filled with an undeniable lust for you, but you never picked up on it. Or the lust that lingering in the eyes of others. He often crosses the line of the boss, bringing you flowers, clothes, those pretty hair clips you wear, even allowing false nails, paying for them when you complain about the recent price increase. You are always so thankful, pretty eyelashes batting, but it didn’t belong to him, yet anyway. You gave them to everyone, never suspicious of what their intentions are. The little touches but not being able to indulge in you yet, tortuous. The lives he’s taken in your name, not too long a list yet but long enough to scare you. You're the reason his cafe has such a high turnover of staff, someone is a little too touchy and john stops putting them on the schedule. All the people you worked with before john took over management were long gone and now people assumed the two of you were dating. Dove. Doll. Love. Petal. Pet You should have told him to stop when he started but you didn't and it wouldn’t have changed anything anyway. He kept you behind after work praising you for work you didn't do, when you opened the store in the early hours of the morning the surprise feeling of someone grabbing your wrist and pulling you into their chest has startled you awake better than any coffee could. You don't notice how his grip tightens ever so slightly around you as your new coworker asks a question, you don't see the death stare either.

୨୧ Delusional. John adores you. The lonely longing and heavenly yearning he felt was the most addicting feeling. You gave him so many smiles, always found yourself bent down giving him a little show he was so grateful for and he never shied away from showing it through tips or pay raises that only you received. John wanted you to know he was a provider, just spread those pretty legs for him and never worry about the cafe or your silly degree again. Your brown sugar and vanilla scent danced on his tongue and haunting his dreams, he imagined you as the perfect homemaker, hopefully you’d be round with his babies by spring, twins ran in his family ya know? 

Simon Riley

୨୧ The Enforcer who falls for a fellow mafia member

୨୧  Stalker. You start to feel something wrong, so wrong. A strong chill pressing down on you, lingering around you, seemingly scaring people away. The chill was always there, seemingly haunting you. Ghost had been hunting, no, watching you for a while, you had popped onto his radar a while ago, Gaz knew you as a friend of a friend, someone who had a knack for creating false documents and getting into systems you have no business being in. A skill set that John needed. The organisation was young, still in their infancy  and they were able to dominate London in a short time but they were still nowhere near their goal and each day General Shepard’s own paranoia sent him further into hiding. They needed access to military files and you would get them there, they had time, enough money to make anyone crack and of course, Simon. a silent, foreboding man. He never spoke to you, just watched as you spoke to his boss. He was standing by the door, so you wouldn't be disturbed, Price explained but you knew the truth, he was standing there so Price got the answer he wanted and would stand between you and freedom until he did. Price didn’t care you had moved on from that part of your life, he assured you the boys in blue were the least of your worries if you didn’t take the deal. 

୨୧ Possessive. You start working for them, you were pliable, in over your head with them, you never said no to Price’s requests, just told him that it would take some time and he was okay with that, he knew you wanted simon away from you as soon as possible and that you wouldn't prolong the tasks. You’d get to their office at 8am and finish at 4. It was almost like a regular job. Ghost still haunted you, keeping you on task and you’d tell him your progress so he could report back to Price. He could tell you didnt like him, or price, making you quit your precious job and now spending your day in a sickening silence. Simon felt like he knew you, imagining your company on the battlefields of his past life and right now all he could do is enjoy your company during the work day and lurk in the shadows of your flat. He hated you, he saw you everywhere, in the petals of flowers, the dainty chains that hung around the neck of rich patrons, delicate feathers that somehow always fall from the sky when you cross his mind. You were so gentle, you’d never survive in this world without him.

୨୧ Obsessive. You somehow made him envious of euthanised dogs. You were so unaware of how much your presence lingers, even in a room, buildings, on him. You infected the air he breathed and he was sick of it, so sick of it. He wanted you out of his head but he feared that the part of you that linger so persistently would only be banished by his own death and he had no time for that.

Johnny

୨୧ The weapon supplier who falls for a stripper

୨୧ Stalker. Weapons, drugs, hell johnny was pretty sure he could get his hands on exotic animals, that wasn't really necessary and would bring some unwanted attention to the young organisation, they had dealt with this before, johnny knew if they gloated, created too much of a splash and the law would come down, sink your rotten roots into local law enforcement, politicians and businesses? A much harder root to pull out. He doesn’t need to be at the club but Ghost used to be there more often than not and he got to be surrounded by beautiful people and great drinks. After nearly losing his dick in the freezing temperatures of Siberia this place seemed like heaven. And seeing you? Johnny knew he was ruined.

୨୧ Manipulative. Johnny is pulling strings. Price doesn’t care too much, you're an attraction and a popular one but your appearances are dwindling and doesn't Johnny deserve to be rewarded for his loyalty and hard work? So when the bouncer you got too touchy with disappears he doesn’t so much as send a bad look his way. Price would do the same, he doesn't want his boys to grow the same resentment he grew, if a pretty little thing helps johnny who is he to stand in the way of young love? Hell, he could do worse. Price is almost impressed with how long it’s taken Johnny. he’s been lying in wait for what? A year now. His jaws wide open, waiting to snap around his prey.

୨୧ Invasive, He hears the sigh of his name slips past your lips, and it’s like music to his ears. He wants to hear more. No, he’s desperate for more, spamming the tip button and suddenly he has all your attention. Johnny knows it’s wrong but the website is public and you don’t have to know that pyromaniac.johnny is also the guy lurking at the strip club. Or that same man is currently hunting for a dirty pair of your panties in your washing basket, just a room away as you put on a ridiculously long video to sleep too. You won’t need that once you're with Johnny, he’ll chat your ear off.

Kyle Garrick

୨୧ The rookie who falls for a love that he missed out on

୨୧ Stalker and obsessive. There was something different about you, something even more different about kyle. You had written it off as him not knowing how to act after he rejected you. Normally, Kyle is pretty outgoing, loud, and always able to capture your attention. Now his once glowing golden presence has rusted and your eyes wander elsewhere. He started following you everywhere, it was his turn to be a lovesick puppy. You kept him going after being stuck in the hellish cold so long, your image warmed him, he imagined coming home and you fawning over him once again. And he came back to you, only you didn’t want him anymore. He was eager to retract his rejection and skip into a nice little marriage with you. But you needed space, and then actively avoided him. He had requested your phone to be tapped, find out how you really felt about him but you didn’t talk about him over the phone, eavesdropped but nothing, checked your diary and nothing, apart from not letting your heart get broken by the same hands twice but even then his name wasn't written down.

୨୧ Jealous. Kyle wasn’t used to this. Made his blood boil, watching you make new friends, go on dates. You didn't revolve around him anymore. Kyle asked to be stationed at your uni, explaining it away as a breeding ground for new recruits and a massive customer base, after all who took more drugs than uni students? After a week he had recruited one of your shared mates, Brooks and he was useful, got a hold of the ropes quick. Kyle and Brooks served together briefly and the military had left a bitter taste in his mouth as well, he felt abandoned when he went into a planned terrorist attack, that everyone knew about, unarmed and was left with life changing injuries. You stayed in the studio flats with other mature students and he had to say the security was lacking, him and Johnny were in there for two hours setting up cameras and no one even asked what they were doing, those false ID cards for nothing. Johnny notices Kyle’s quietness as of late, as do John and Simon. John knows how he feels, coming home to someone who’s moved on, Kyle had dreamt of you for three years and you had spent that time moving on. They all felt for him, Kyle had never been rejected like this, his life before all this shit dangled in front of him, you dangled in front of him and the hurt nearly suffocated him. Kyle knows its wrong and he wants you to be happy, happy with him, so he starts sabotaging any chance you may have with other people, rumours  spread across the uni campus as if its a secondary school, he’ll hears you cry on the phone and your confidence dip lower and lower, until Kyle can swoop in and save you, he would wrap you in his arms and tell you how you wouldn’t need to worry about impressing anyone else. Expect you don’t give a shit, you're too busy getting your masters. Kyle’s shocked about how much you changed and now that lovesick look appears occasionally paired with you singing praises, but never given to him.

[yandereorg]

Messy concept

This is pure smut no plot just like smut, like a most to least messy I guess, Taskforce 141, Alejandro, rudy, Valeria n graves. Fem reader and it’s smut there’s mention of kinks and stuff

I think gaz and johnny are both messy, so messy.

୨୧ Gaz is over eager, all pent up from being away and his hand just isn’t enough:( slopping kisses and desperate dry humping as soon as he gets home, he’s stumbling over to the couch with your legs wrapped around his waist, he can feel heat radiating from your core, so close but so far:( he also loves seeing your pretty face covered a facial, oh so faithfully delivered to you by him.

୨୧ This post changed my life. Being messy is apart of Johnnys character for me like in every area of life he’s chaotic and messy, he’s truly out here playing games while the two of you make out, and it’s not just kisses. This man is not afraid to ride the red wave and when he eats you? If his beard isn’t saturated with your juices he’s not stopping. He’s adores seeing how far he can push you, obsessed with finding ways to make you squirt. Overstim king for real

୨୧ Valeria redefines cruelty. She wants to push and push and push until you break and gets to do it all over again! Those fuck machines? She has one and she’ll set you up and have you live stream it for her if she’s not able to watch in person. Not necessarily messy but she loves seeing you squirt but of course will reprimand you for it because you didn’t use your words:(

୨୧ Now Alejandro? Alejandro messy Vargas? Another man who’s ideal tonight in is seeing how many times he make make you come. Alejandro loves mess, happy to get messy with you. Your oh so gentle hands pumping him, so nice after a mission left him alone with his rough calloused hands. He’ll come fast after being deployed for a while, his own essence landed on his torso but he knows his pretty girl will clean him up so nicely, won’t you? And you know Alejandro will do the same, he loves cleaning up that pretty pussy, slowly licking up your combined juices

୨୧ Graves is messy, all the photos you send him while he’s away? Ruined, he says water damaged but the white stains from his and his top shadow says otherwise. I think he loves sharing, treating his men after they did well on a mission and his pretty girl is the perfect treat, but he’s the only one who’s allowed in that pretty pussy.

Price and rudy are less messy I think, but they’d always indulge you<3

୨୧ With simon? Really depends if you’ve been good or bad. If you been needy all day? He’ll make you beg. If you don’t beg? He’s getting messy and degrading you, it’s a choose your own adventure! Simon does loves seeing you on your knees, all teary eyes and pouty lips, and of course precum at smeared across your cheek.

୨୧ Rudy’s sweet and so slow it’s almost tournament but so perfect. I think he’s a big fan of mutual masturbation but he always begs to finish inside.

୨୧ Price isn’t messy, he’s coming deep inside that pretty pussy and fucking it back in there, you’re gonna give him pretty babies won’t you?

[yandereorg]

Now playing the last time

yandere!gaz realises what he nearly lost, lil suggestive

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The nightly chill is still clung to the air and making its way inside of your apartment, alongside Gaz, who shifts closer to you. The two of you had broken up when he once again chose work over you. 

The deployment had been particularly rough, his first time away with no love letter or phone calls where he heard your desperate yearning, pleading with him to make it home safe. Now he just sat in his bed and thought of you, he sent letters back for the first time, called you religiously, treated your past love letters as scripture when before he skimmed them. 

He never meant to do this. He just got so swept up in saving the world, protecting people. With Price and the taskforce and everything, he was so eager to help and save innocent people, but he just threw you away and the world is still overrun with evil, but now he’s alone and his dove is out there alone, he can just imagine the vultures circling you.

Now? Nothing, not from you at least.

You had a bleeding heart for his sisters, they were more upset than Kyle when you had broken up with him, making you promise to still be besties with them, writing up a contract in pink and purple glitter pen and everything. 

You kept that promise, he knew because they sent him letters, recaps of what they did with their holy Tuesday with you, still talking about you as if you'd be there when he got home, and you would be. Kyle wouldn't let you go. 

He couldn't.

Of course Price notice Kyle was extra broody, they'd go to the pub and he'd stare and scroll through your social media, even logging in and looking through your spotify, keeping up with what you listened to, when a love song played it was like you were longing for him too, once again pleading for him to come home. Price told him how he made a similar choice at his age, now empty nurseries and warm up meals haunt his lonely bed.

Luckily he had another key made .

His arms, which have been wrapped around your waist for a few hours at this point, tighten even so gently, as he feels you shift. The small shiver that involuntarily caresses your spine while in the midst of slumber has him tugging you in closer to his chest.

"I'm not doing this again, Kyle." Your sweet, angelic voice is so full of hurt, because of him.

"'m not givin' up on us dove, last time you're ever gonna doubt me." His low voice grumbles out, lips pressing kisses against your neck, tugging off your jumper, he'll make sure you're warm enough. He can tell you're a little unsure, but he's happy to show his devotion and wash away any doubts you have.