#OC x Reader

[dood-itsradical]

I legit refuse to use "y/n" anymore. Y/n felt like a bitch. It girl ahh man stfu. Instead I just use "name". Bc ppl mostly put their ocs' name on it instead of their actual name anyway which makes a lot more sense. (No hate on those who used the term or put their name in the fic).

[lovezbrownies]

Listen to the Beast.

Nia's Masterlist - Julie's Masterlist

Synopsis: You are a werewolf, a creature of forest and wild. yet you have been forced to marry a queen. A queen who never cared of your other form. So you run into another woman's arms. Mad Scientist Julie.

PAIRING: Yandere Queen x GN!Reader x Yandere Mad Scientist.

This was a situation you never thought you’d find yourself in—yet here you were. Kneeling before the Queen—no, your wife—pleading desperately for her to let you leave the palace before the full moon rose high in the sky. Your voice trembled with urgency, each word laced with fear. If she didn’t let you go, something catastrophic would unfold.

And that catastrophe wasn’t some distant threat—it was you. A monstrous transformation into a feral, half-human, half-wolf beast capable of ripping through the entire palace like a storm of teeth and claws. You weren’t asking for freedom to rebel against her suffocating rule or escape her relentless hold over you. This was survival. The cure—the only thing keeping the monster inside you at bay—was running out.

One vial of Lycantherin a month. That was all you needed. The medicine suppressed the painful, chaotic transformation and gave you control over the beast if you did choose to shift. It was a lifeline that kept you and everyone around you safe. But it had been three long, grueling months since Nia, your overbearing and obsessively devoted wife, had forced you to marry her and live within the confines of her palace.

Three months since she had taken you as her own, smothering your existence in her suffocating love. She hadn’t let you step a single foot outside the palace, ignoring your pleas and protests with a smile that promised no escape. Because of her iron grip, you hadn’t been able to restock your supply of Lycantherin.

Your last vial? Gone. Used up twenty-six days ago. Now, only 3 days remained before the full moon rose—and with it, the beast inside you. The clock was ticking, and with every moment she refused to let you go, the closer you edged toward disaster. Toward tragedy.

“Please,” you begged again, your voice breaking, desperation clinging to every syllable. “If I don’t get the medicine... I won’t be able to stop it. I’ll hurt you—everyone in this palace!”

But Nia only gazed down at you, her eyes sharp and unyielding, her lips curling into a faint smile that chilled you to the bone. It wasn’t anger or hatred in her expression—no, it was something far more suffocating. Possession.

Her red eyes gleamed in the dim light of the bedroom, a dangerous mixture of adoration and obsession swirling within them. She lounged upon her lounge chair, draped in fine silk that shimmered like liquid gold, her appearance immaculate, as always. Every detail of her—the tilt of her crown, the intricate embroidery on her gown, the way her fingers toyed with a strand of her dark purple hair—spoke of her power.

And that power wasn’t limited to the kingdom she ruled. It extended to you, encompassing every aspect of your life, constraining your freedom with a velvet leash that felt impossible to sever.

Slowly, she tilted her head, resting her chin on her delicate hand as her smile widened. The motion was casual, almost lazy, but the weight of her presence crushed you all the same.

“You’re so dramatic, my love,” she purred, her voice soft and sweet, each word dripping with mockery and affection. “Always imagining the worst. Have I not cared for you? Kept you safe? Provided for your every need? Don't try making things up to convince me to let you go, because that will never happen!”

Her tone was syrupy, gentle, yet the undertone of control was unmistakable. She wasn’t asking for your reassurance. She was reminding you of the cage she had built around you, the walls of her love that were meant to keep you hers and hers alone.

Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat loud and frantic as you shook your head, forcing your voice to steady. But it was no use—the desperation bled through anyway.

“This isn’t about your care, Nia,” you said, your words trembling but firm. “It’s about survival. If I don’t get the Lycantherin, I can’t stop the transformation. You don’t understand what that means. I won’t be me anymore. I’ll lose control. I’ll hurt you-- everyone!”

For a moment, she didn’t respond. She simply watched you, her piercing gaze narrowing as though she were dissecting your very soul. And then, she smiled—a slow, deliberate curve of her lips that sent a shiver down your spine.

“And yet,” she murmured, her voice soft as a lover’s whisper, “you seem perfectly in control to me right now. You’re overthinking again, darling.”

Her words struck like a slap, her dismissive tone twisting the knife of frustration already lodged in your chest. Your fists clenched at your sides, nails biting into your palms as a wave of anger surged beneath the suffocating weight of fear.

“Nia, this isn’t overthinking!” you cried, your voice breaking. “I’m trying to save you—save everyone! If you don’t let me leave, there won’t be a palace left to hold me!”

Your plea hung in the air, fragile as glass, waiting to shatter under her cold indifference. For a moment, silence filled the room, broken only by the faint echo of distant footsteps. Then, with an elegance that made your breath hitch, Nia rose from her chair. Her movements were fluid, deliberate, as though every step were part of a carefully choreographed dance.

Slow delibrate steps lead you to her, the soft rustle of her gown echoing in the cavernous hall. Each step closer made your pulse quicken, your instincts screaming at you to run even though you knew there was nowhere to go.

When she reached you, she knelt gracefully, her movements almost reverent. She cupped your face with her slender hands, her touch deceptively tender, her thumbs brushing over your cheekbones as if to soothe you. Yet her gaze burned with the intensity of someone who would rather see the world burn than let you slip from her grasp.

“My darling,” she whispered, her voice laced with saccharine sweetness, “you don’t need to leave. Everything you could ever want, everything you could ever need, is right here—with me. I’ve made sure of it. You belong to me, and I would never let harm come to what is mine.”

Her words wrapped around you like chains, unrelenting and suffocating. There was no anger in her tone, no outright malice. But the undercurrent of her possessive love, her obsession, was unmistakable. To her, your protests were not warnings but challenges—ones she had no intention of yielding to.

Four days. Just four days until catastrophe. You had come to the conclusion that Xelera's palace of magnificence shall become the dust of insignificance if you couldn’t secure a vial of Lycantherin. You hated to admit it, but your werewolf form was far from ordinary—it was an unstoppable force, stronger and more feral than any other, and it would tear through the palace like paper.

Yet, amidst the despair, there was a glimmer of hope. Word had spread that a renowned scientist was due to visit the palace, summoned to address a mysterious illness that had swept through the servants’ quarters. The sickness wasn’t contained to the staff; even some guards and one of the palace chiefs had succumbed. Thankfully, Nia’s obsessive restrictions had shielded both you and her from exposure. Your shared quarters were cleaned hourly, and you hadn’t stepped outside your bedroom in what felt like ages.

But today was different.

After hours of pleading, bargaining, and hollow promises of affection—anything to appease the deranged woman who had kidnapped and forced you into this twisted marriage—Nia had finally relented. She allowed you to accompany her to meet the scientist. You were hardly free, of course, but this was the first time in weeks you’d been granted permission to leave your quarters.

As you stood beside Nia in the grand entrance hall, you could feel the weight of her gaze on you even as she addressed the guards, issuing commands with her usual blend of poise and authority. Her grip on your arm was gentle but unyielding, a silent reminder of her control.

The massive doors creaked open, and your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until it escaped in a quiet exhale. For some reason, you’d imagined the scientist as an elderly scholar—someone frail, hunched over with age, shuffling in with spectacles and a collection of ancient tools.

What you saw instead completely blindsided you.

Through the towering doors strode a tall woman, her posture exuding confidence and purpose. Her short, bouncy blonde hair framed a face that was youthful yet tired, her striking green eyes framed by the deepest dark circles you’d ever seen. She was good looking for sure, but there was something about her that screamed exhaustion, as though she bore the weight of countless sleepless nights. Her movements were sharp, precise, and utterly captivating.

This was the scientist? She looked like she could be your age, and yet her presence was far more commanding than you’d expected.

“Welcome, Doctor McCanister,” Nia said, her tone warm but unmistakably authoritative. “We’ve been eagerly anticipating your arrival. I, Queen Nia Bloodwen, deeply appreciate your willingness to assist us in this matter. A great many of my palace servants have fallen ill from a mysterious ailment that has baffled our own physicians. Your expertise is desperately needed.”

Doctor McCanister inclined her head respectfully, her expression professional but detached. “Your Majesty,” she replied, her voice steady and tinged with a weariness that matched her appearance. “I usually don't care for royalty or any of the like, but once word of the illness came to me I had to come by and assist. I’ve reviewed the reports provided by your staff and will begin my examinations immediately. Time is critical in cases such as these.”

Her eyes shifted briefly toward you, and for a fleeting moment, you felt exposed under her sharp gaze. There was a flicker of something—curiosity? Concern?—but it passed too quickly to decipher.

Nia, thankfully oblivious to the exchange, smiled with calculated elegance. “I trust you will find everything you need at your disposal. Should you require assistance, simply name it, and it will be done.”

The doctor gave a curt nod. “Thank you, Your Majesty. I will proceed without delay.”

As McCanister turned, Nia’s grip on your arm tightened. She leaned closer, her voice low enough that only you could hear. “Remember, darling,” she murmured, her tone as sweet as it was suffocating, “you are here because I allowed it. Do not stray to another woman the moment you see her. I would hate for anything... unfortunate to happen.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine, but you forced yourself to nod, biting back a retort. The scientist might be your last chance, your only hope of finding Lycantherin—or someone capable of replicating it.

Nia's disturbing behavior suddenly vanished as she smiled softly, letting go of her tight grip on your arm. "Now, you may go on to accompany that blasphemous doctor, hurry." You nodded, thanking her andushing off, trying not to lose the doctor. You needed to speak with her and urgently, she is your only hope of surviving this month's full moon.

Something was brewing between the Queen and her spouse, something dark and unspoken yet impossible to ignore. The tension was palpable, even from a distance. Julie McCanister observed it all with her practiced, analytical gaze. The Queen's outwardly composed demeanor couldn't hide the stiffness in her shoulders or the white-knuckled grip she kept on her spouse. The spouse, on the other hand, was visibly nervous—posture rigid, movements hesitant, as if they were constantly calculating every step and word.

Julie frowned slightly, her thoughts spiraling. Could this be connected to me? To my position? She had made more than her fair share of enemies among the palace staff, those who found her cold precision and unshakable presence threatening. Was this a ploy against her? Perhaps the Queen’s spouse was involved, even the orchestrator of it all—a seemingly benign figure in an elaborate game of palace intrigue.

Her musings were interrupted by a voice calling out, startling her.

"Excuse me! Doctor McCanister!"

Julie stopped mid-step and turned, her sharp eyes landing on you—the Queen’s spouse, of all people. Curious, she thought, narrowing her eyes slightly. What could the pampered spouse of a monarch want with me?

You jogged toward her, slightly out of breath, your expression urgent but uncertain. Your appearance struck her as peculiar. You didn’t carry the air of someone accustomed to the opulence of court life. You seemed misplaced here, awkward in your movements, your clothing slightly disheveled as if the silks and brocades you wore were as foreign to you as a crown to a commoner.

When you finally caught up, you straightened your posture and tried to speak with authority, though the stumble in your words betrayed you. "Doctor McCanister, I—apologies for interrupting your, uh… journey to the labs, but I have something very urgent to discuss with you."

Julie arched a brow, her lips twitching in what might have been the ghost of a smile. So you’re as out of place as I thought. She tilted her head, lowering her gaze ever so slightly to meet yours. "Yes, Your Majesty?" Her tone was measured, polite but distant, her title for you uttered with a precision that felt almost clinical.

You flinched at the formality, but pressed on. "It’s… private. But urgent. I wouldn’t bother you otherwise."

The words came out rushed, jumbled even, and Julie’s assessment of you sharpened. You’re no noble. You’re a commoner dressed in silks, trying to navigate a world that doesn’t belong to you. A pang of something—sympathy, perhaps—cut through her. You were out of your depth, and judging by the circumstances, perhaps unwillingly so.

After a moment, she inclined her head slightly, softening the hard edge of her gaze just enough to be palatable. "Of course, Your Majesty," she said, gesturing for you to follow. "We may discuss this on the way to my laboratories. Time is precious, after all."

You nodded quickly, falling into step beside her. For all her usual cold detachment, Julie’s mind churned. What secrets do you hold, spouse of the Queen? And why come to me? Julie’s interest is definitely piqued now.

Even as you walked through the winding corridors of the palace, your hands fidgeted relentlessly beneath the cascading fabric of your top. The sleeves were longer than they needed to be, deliberately tailored that way by the Queen herself—a subtle yet suffocating way of masking what she called your "rustic charm" from prying eyes.

That was just one of the many ways she controlled how the world perceived you, ensuring that no one saw the real you beneath the finery. The soft brush of silk against your palms was meant to feel luxurious, but it only heightened your discomfort, the material as stifling as the life you now led.

“So… I mean—” Your voice faltered, the words catching in your throat like a poorly rehearsed script unraveling. You tried again, frustration lacing your tone as your thoughts jumbled. “I’d like for you to do something for—for me? And, well, I need to tell you something. This whole royal thing, it’s just—”

Your steps slowed as you searched for the right words, but Julie, ever sharp, didn’t give you the chance to stumble further.

“Is fake?” she interrupted with a smirk, her voice calm, almost amused. Her strides remained purposeful, her head tilting slightly as she glanced at you. “I’m aware. It’s fairly obvious, Your Majesty.”

Her bluntness left you momentarily speechless, your jaw tightening as a faint flush crept to your cheeks. You weren’t sure what response you’d expected, but the casualness of her acknowledgment was almost disorienting. Julie didn’t slow, though she allowed herself the smallest upward twitch of her lips, stealing another glance at you. There it was again—that look of unease mixed with apprehension. The way your gaze darted toward the floor, your shoulders drawn inward as if trying to make yourself smaller—it tugged at something deep within her.

Shaking off the unfamiliar sensation, Julie slipped her hands into the pockets of her lab coat, forcing her expression to remain cool and detached. “Don’t look so surprised,” she added, her voice steady. “You’re not exactly the scheming type. Innocence like yours doesn’t fit well with the trappings of court life. It wasn’t hard to figure out that you’re an outsider.”

Her words hit closer than you cared to admit. You exhaled shakily, a faint tremor running through you as you tried to steady your voice. “I… I’m not just a commoner,” you said finally, each word feeling heavier than the last. “I’m… something else. A magical creature, sort of.”

Julie’s steps faltered ever so slightly, her sharp eyes flicking toward you. Her expression remained unreadable, but there was a flicker of intrigue in her gaze. “Go on,” she prompted, her tone even but laced with curiosity.

You hesitated, wringing your hands beneath the sleeves that now felt suffocatingly tight. The secret you were about to reveal wasn’t something you ever wanted to share, especially not in the sterile halls of the palace where every whisper felt like it carried to unseen ears. But you forced yourself to continue.

“Every full moon,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper, “I… I turn into a beast. Half-wolf, half-human.” The words spilled out haltingly, like stones being pried from a dam. “It’s not like other werewolves, though. My form is… much larger, much stronger. And…” You faltered, glancing away from her piercing gaze. “And uncontrollable.”

The confession hung heavy in the air, each word sinking like lead between you. Julie didn’t respond immediately, her features remaining carefully neutral, though her sharp mind churned behind her calm facade. She watched you closely, noting the way your breathing quickened, your fingers twitching as though trying to grasp something invisible.

“My batch of Lycantherin,” you continued, voice trembling now, “it’s gone. It ran out twenty-seven days ago. And we only have four days left before…” Your voice broke, and you clenched your fists beneath the sleeves, the fabric bunching as your nails bit into your palms. “If I don’t have another dose by then, I won’t be able to stop it. This palace… everyone in it… they won’t survive.”

Julie finally stopped walking, turning fully to face you. The weight of your confession settled between you like a storm cloud, her analytical mind parsing every detail. The flicker of pity she’d felt earlier twisted into something more profound as she studied your tense figure. Despite your silks and titles, you stood before her as raw and vulnerable as any terrified soul she’d ever encountered.

“Four days,” she said finally, her tone devoid of judgment, her words measured. “Then we don’t have time to waste.”

That day and the four that followed blurred into a frantic haze, the four of you locked in a desperate struggle against the ticking clock. Hours slipped away unnoticed as you and Julie worked tirelessly, hunched over desks littered with half-empty vials, scribbled notes, and scattered equipment. Julie's sharp commands guided your every move, her precision and efficiency an unyielding force that you did your best to keep up with. You barely left the lab, only stepping away when Nia’s simmering irritation boiled over into outright orders, dragging you away to fulfill your royal duties.

Nia, oblivious to the true nature of your plight, found your dedication charming. She believed your sleepless nights were for the good of the palace servants, thinking you were endearingly overinvested in Julie’s work. Julie, of course, allowed her to believe this. The Queen would never have guessed that her seemingly compliant spouse and her chief scientist were conspiring behind her back.

In truth, Julie had synthesized the cure hours after entering her lab. It wasn’t particularly challenging for someone of her intellect. “Simple, really,” she began, her tone clipped as she rattled off her process. “Using a microfluidic reactor, I injected the fusion compound into liposomal vesicles composed of phosphatidylcholine and cholesterol. This ensures stability and allows for slow-release activation in the bloodstream. And then—”

You blinked at her, utterly lost. Julie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before she began explaining again, this time with smaller words and slower sentences. For someone as emotionally detached as Julie, the effort she put into making you understand surprised even herself.

Why am I doing this for them? The thought surfaced unbidden, lingering even as she pushed it aside. She refused to acknowledge the warmth she felt when your lips quirked up in gratitude, the way your voice softened when you thanked her for her patience.

At first, Julie had dismissed your emotions outright. “Focus,” she would snap whenever you let your worries slip into conversation. “Leave your thoughts and feelings behind. Rationality is what will save you, not sentiment.” She kept her face impassive, a fortress of cold logic. Yet, as the hours passed, cracks began to form in that stoic mask.

Your determination stirred something in her, something uncomfortable and unfamiliar. She watched you struggle to learn, scribbling notes in your awkward scrawl and jotting down formulas that rarely made sense. You were woefully unskilled in science, clumsy with equipment, and terribly naive about the dangers of the lab.

“Don’t touch that,” she said one evening, not looking up from her work as you reached for a vial. “It will give you Type 1 Diabetes.”

Startled, you withdrew your hand. “What about this one?”

“That is the cure for Chronosynchronous Neurodegenerative Autoimmune Myelopathy. If you drink it, you will die.”

Your curiosity never waned, though. If anything, it amused her in ways she didn’t want to admit. By the third night, Julie noticed how exhaustion had taken its toll on you. Your head drooped low over your notes, your fingers slack around your pen. When you finally succumbed to sleep, hunched awkwardly over the desk, she found herself pausing mid-step.

She hadn’t meant to linger, but something about your vulnerability tugged at her. Without a word, she retrieved a blanket from one of the cabinets and draped it carefully over your slumped form. For a moment, her gaze lingered, softer than it had ever been.

How sweet. How innocent.

Shaking off the unfamiliar pang in her chest, Julie returned to her work. If she was going to save you, she would need every second she had left. What she hadn’t yet admitted, even to herself, was that saving you had become more than a task. It was now a necessity. You had become a necessity.

The following morning, you awoke to the faint scent of antiseptics and the distant hum of machinery. The blanket draped over your shoulders was a surprise, its warmth a rare comfort in the sterile environment of Julie’s lab. Stretching, you glanced up to find her exactly where you’d left her hours before, standing at one of the counters, meticulously mixing compounds.

You rose up, now sitting straight and back aching. You grumble as you stretch fro what felt like the first time in years, “You stayed up all night again?” you asked, your voice hoarse from sleep.

Julie didn’t look at you immediately, her focus still on the beaker in her hand. “Someone has to ensure this doesn’t end in catastrophe,” she replied dryly. But there was no bite to her words, only a quiet resignation.

As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you noticed a faint slump in her normally rigid posture. She looked as if she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, though her face remained stoic. For all her coldness, Julie’s dedication was unwavering. You felt a pang of gratitude, though you weren’t sure how to express it.

“Thank you,” you said softly. The words felt inadequate, but they were all you had.

Julie froze for a fraction of a second, her fingers tightening around the beaker before she set it down with deliberate care. “Don’t thank me yet,” she muttered, finally meeting your gaze. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, softened ever so slightly. “We’re not done.”

It was true. Despite her brilliance, every attempt to replicate the Lycantherin formula had ended in failure. Either the compounds wouldn’t stabilize, or the mixture would react violently in a way that rendered it useless. The deadline loomed closer with each passing hour, and with it, the growing realization that time was running out.

By the time the full moon rose on the fourth night, the lab was a wreck of discarded notes and shattered glass. Julie stood amidst the chaos, her hands clenched into fists, her carefully crafted composure beginning to fray.

And then it happened.

The pain struck you like a lightning bolt, ripping through your body with an intensity that left you gasping. You barely had time to call out before the transformation took hold, your bones snapping and reshaping, muscles stretching impossibly as fur erupted across your skin.

Julie watched, frozen, as the creature that had been you threw its head back and roared. The sound echoed through the palace, primal and terrifying, sending servants scrambling for cover. She barely had time to grab her tranquilizer gun before you—no, the beast—charged out of the lab, smashing through the door with a force that shook the walls.

Her chest tightened. “Damn it,” she hissed under her breath, her grip tightening on the gun. For the first time in years, fear clawed at her. Not for herself, but for you.

Julie’s focus was razor-sharp, every thought and movement dedicated to her next steps. She was already loading the tranquilizer gun with the sedative when the sound of frantic beeping broke through her concentration.

She froze mid-motion, turning toward the source of the noise. The machine behind her—the cursed contraption that had refused to yield stable results for days—was now alive with steady, rhythmic chirps. Her gaze snapped to the screen, and there it was: stability.

The compound had worked.

For a split second, Julie stared, her mind caught between disbelief and cold, calculating relief. Then she moved, abandoning the tranquilizer syringe entirely. She reached for the vial the machine had just dispensed, its amber liquid glowing faintly. Her fingers worked quickly, dumping the sedative from the dart into a disposal vial and replacing it with the freshly synthesized Lycantherin.

Her heart was racing, though her expression remained stoic. “Finally,” she muttered, snapping the dart into place.

She didn’t waste another second. Tucking the loaded gun under her arm, Julie grabbed the remaining dose of Lycantherin and slipped it into her pocket before sprinting out of the lab.

Chaos greeted her as soon as she entered the palace halls. Furniture lay overturned, tapestries shredded, and a faint scent of blood lingered in the air. Servants cowered behind columns, their faces pale with terror as the guttural snarls of the beast you had become echoed from deeper within the palace.

Julie’s pace quickened, her grip tightening on the tranquilizer gun. She didn’t allow herself to think about the danger or what might happen if she failed. Her mind was consumed by one thought alone: she wouldn’t lose you.

The world was red.

Scent, sound, rage—all of it flooded your senses, overwhelming and intoxicating. The walls around you blurred into a haze of stone and tapestries, irrelevant and fragile under your claws. The air was heavy with fear, thick and pungent, but none of it mattered.

None of them mattered.

Your claws tore into the marble floor, splintering it with every pounding step as your massive frame thundered through the palace. Servants scattered in every direction, their screams piercing but meaningless. The beast inside you growled low, a guttural sound that rumbled from deep within your chest. The scent you were tracking was stronger now, laced with that cloying sweetness of silk and power.

Her.

The word barely registered as your thoughts dissolved into raw emotion. Fury. Betrayal. Resentment. They churned in your blood, each one fueling the fire in your veins. She forced you into this. Into the heavy crown, the suffocating halls, the golden chains that bound your soul.

Your lips curled back, saliva dripping from fangs meant for ripping and tearing. You slammed through a door, the wood splintering under your weight. No one stood in your way. No one dared.

The scent was closer now, pulling you like a tether. Each breath carried it deeper into your lungs, the promise of vindication clawing at your chest. The beast wanted her—wanted to see her cower, to hear her scream. To make her pay.

Memories flashed unbidden in the haze of your mind: her smug smile, the steel in her voice when she commanded you to “behave,” her grip on your arm when you tried to walk away. Every touch of hers burned, every order seared into your very being.

Your claws raked across the stone as you skidded to a halt, nostrils flaring. The scent was here, heavy and undeniable. She was close—hiding, maybe. It didn’t matter. You would find her.

A growl rumbled deep in your throat, vibrating through your chest and out into the air. Furniture lay overturned, shattered glass glittering like shards of ice on the floor. The beast surged forward again, head low, teeth bared.

No one else. Just her. Only her.

Another door shattered before you, the splinters flying like confetti as you barreled through. You were unstoppable. Her throne, her title, her arrogance—all of it would crumble beneath you. Beneath this rage.

Your body moved on instinct, driven by a singular purpose. You would not stop. Not until the Queen herself knelt before the monster she had made.

Nia’s heart thundered in her chest, the regal composure she wore so effortlessly now cracked and crumbling under the weight of pure, unfiltered terror. Her golden robes snagged on a jagged splinter of wood as she stumbled backward into the room, her hands trembling as they clutched at the silk folds of her dress.

The air was thick, oppressive, heavy with the scent of beast and blood. Each guttural snarl from beyond the broken doorway sent shivers down her spine, every creak of the floor making her breath hitch. She backed away further, her gaze darting around the room like a trapped animal searching for escape. But there was none.

She could hear it—the scraping of claws against the stone, the huff of labored, feral breaths. A shadow loomed in the doorway, grotesque and massive, the beast’s figure illuminated by the flickering light of a shattered chandelier.

Her confidence, her power, her crown—none of it mattered now. Nia was just prey.

Her instincts screamed at her to run, but where? Her eyes landed on the ornate couch at the far end of the room, its thick cushions and high back offering the only semblance of cover. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

She bolted, her skirts catching on the splintered furniture and shards of glass that littered the floor. The sound of her heartbeat drowned out everything else as she dove behind the couch, pressing herself flat against the cold marble. She held her breath, her fingers digging into the floor as if anchoring herself to reality.

The snarls grew louder, closer. The beast had found her.

The room fell silent save for the sound of heavy, deliberate breathing. Nia squeezed her eyes shut, her chest heaving as she tried to stifle her panicked gasps. She prayed for the first time in years, her lips moving in silent desperation. Why hadn’t I listened…

The couch above her shifted, its heavy weight groaning against the floor.

Then it happened.

With an almost casual swipe of its massive clawed hand, the werewolf flung the couch aside as though it weighed nothing. The ornate wood cracked against the wall with a deafening crash, splintering into jagged shards.

Nia barely had time to register the movement before the couch slammed into her with bone-crushing force. The weight drove her body into the cold, unyielding marble, the sharp corner digging into her side as the breath was forced from her lungs.

Her vision blurred, pain radiating through her ribs and legs. She tried to cry out, but the sound came out weak, a strangled gasp. Her fingers twitched, grasping at nothing as her consciousness ebbed away like the tide.

The last thing she saw was the monster standing over her, its hulking frame towering in the dim light. Those glowing, feral eyes bored into her, unrelenting and unforgiving, before everything went black.

The air in the palace was thick with the tension of impending destruction. The walls shook with every roar of the beast, the air heavy with the scent of blood and fur. Nia's crumpled form beneath the couch, her body pinned and motionless, seemed like a lost cause—a casualty of fate. The entire room felt like it was teetering on the edge of something irreparable. The monster was relentless, and there was no end in sight.

Then, just as the beast’s hulking figure loomed over the wreckage, a sharp crack echoed through the silence—followed by the hiss of something fast and urgent. The air seemed to freeze in that moment, before the familiar hiss of a dart punctuated the chaos.

A sudden, intense burning seared through the side of your neck, a sharp pain unlike anything you’d felt before. The world around you seemed to snap into focus, the rage that had consumed you suddenly ebbing away. Your head spun for a moment, the fury retreating as if it had never existed.

The claws that had been ready to rend flesh, to tear and maim, slowly retracted as your vision sharpened, and you staggered back. It wasn’t your mind—no, it wasn’t you—but you could feel the shift. The beast was still there, its primal instinct not entirely extinguished, but it was weakening. The liquid coursing through your veins was fighting it, fighting the transformation that had overtaken your body.

And then you saw her.

Julie.

Her form stood at the doorway, breath coming in short, controlled bursts. She was poised, completely in control, the tranquilizer gun, now equped wiht Lycantherin still raised in her hand as her steely gaze locked onto yours. But there was something different in the way she looked at you—an intensity that you hadn’t seen before. There was concern, yes, but more than that, there was something... possessive. The cold precision of her demeanor melted away for just a moment, and you could see the raw emotion, hidden just beneath the surface. The kind of emotion she never showed anyone else.

Before you knew it, your body had shifted back—painfully, excruciatingly—until the towering, monstrous figure was nothing but a faint echo in your mind, leaving you human again, weak and trembling but no longer a beast.

You collapsed forward, not even thinking as you closed the distance between you, your arms reaching out instinctively. The world spun as you fell into Julie’s embrace, her arms wrapping around you with an intensity that made your heart race. You could barely speak, still breathless from the transformation, but the moment your body pressed against hers, something deep within you calmed. The primal hunger, the fury, the fear—they all melted away.

Julie held you tightly, her grip firm but gentle, as if she never intended to let you go. Her breath was shaky, and for the first time, you could hear the underlying vulnerability in her voice.

“You’re safe now,” she murmured, though the words felt hollow in the face of what had just happened. She wasn’t just speaking to calm you down; she was speaking to herself, to reassure herself that you were truly here. Alive. Hers.

You buried your face in her shoulder, your body shuddering from the aftermath of the transformation, from the weight of everything that had happened. The world outside the two of you seemed to fade away, as if there was only this moment.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice raw, the words slipping out before you could even think. “You saved me…”

Julie didn’t answer at first. Instead, she tightened her hold on you, her fingers digging into the fabric of your clothes, a small shudder running through her body. For a long moment, she simply held you, her emotions warring beneath her stone-cold exterior.

But then, slowly, she pulled back just enough to look at you. Her face was unreadable, but her eyes—her eyes were softer than you’d ever seen them. There was a tenderness there, something fragile that she barely let show.

“You belong to me now,” she said quietly, her voice steady but carrying an undeniable weight. It wasn’t a command. It wasn’t a question. It was a fact. And something about the way she said it—so certain, so sure—made your heart skip a beat.

You didn’t know where this feeling was coming from, why you felt so drawn to her, why you longed to be in her arms even though it was all so overwhelming. But you didn’t care. Not anymore.

You leaned into her, burying your face against her neck as she pulled you in close again, her hands running through your hair, soothing you in ways you couldn’t fully understand.

And for the first time since the madness had begun, you felt at peace.

Julie was the one who’d saved you, and in that moment, you knew she’d never let you go.

[honey-milk-depresso]

Hello! I don't know if you take writing requests for aeppermint but how would he react to Yuu or his s/o being independent? Like they can look after themselves, grim, and ramshackle all on their own?

Actually I’ve been having quite a number of OC asks, but they’re mostly in my art blog and I’m just waiting, WAITING for myself to get find a solution to plug my Kamva into my new laptop somehow and you know what? I’m gonna do that now- :”))

But anywho, YES!! I miss my twinkish peppermint-looking man who’s a 164cm! Been a while since I drew him :”))

also my fav one about him by a friend 🩷

Aeppermint with an independent s/o

At first, very pleased that you can handle things on your own. He was thinking Crowley had forcefully signed him up for babysitting two people at once, but it seems that you’ve got this sorted out on your own!

But then it started to seep in… he’s still a butler. He still gotta serve you in some way even if you’re very capable and independent. So now he’s trying to figure out how.

Aepper mostly does the smaller things to still respect your independence: using his umbrella to shield you and Grim from the hot sun or cold rain, making sure the things go your way in Ramshackle, making sure Ace and Deuce don’t give you a headache, stuff like that.

Sometimes he needs to remind you he’s here for you if you ever need help, but he’s experienced to know when you really need help or when you’re really struggling. It’s when you really ask for help. Otherwise, he wouldn’t intervene.

He’ll just be by your side as a silent reminder that he’s always there for you if you need him. But he’s experienced admires your strength and resilience to handle things on your own.

Just don’t beat yourself to it, alright? <3

Reblogs help! ^^

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💖 Would you love me 4 ever? 👉👈💜

Original meme by @/GVomitando on Twitter

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Middle of the Cold Snow

tw: yandere themes, kidnapped, obsession, killing, gore (not really)

yandere!leaderhunter x reader!hunter

You keep running through the cold forest. You don't care if you get colder and frozen as you keep running; you just want to get away from him.

As you remember what happened in the village, he massacred whole people there cutting their heads with his sword and squeezing their heads with his bare hand and he wanted something from your family but your father declined his favor and that massacre happened.

And now you run faster away from your village you saw in your two eyes that the murderer killed your father, he is like a deadly wolf who hunts and kills ruthlessly.

You're feeling tired now. You're slowly running and stopped behind the tree, rubbing your body to feel a bit of warmth. You're very frozen now.

You heard footsteps that the snow made it a sound and you quickly kneeled and looked at your back as you saw a person you couldn't see who because of the dark and it was already night.

As the footsteps get closer and closer you immediately take out your dagger in your pocket, you are a hunter you hunt and defend you remember your father's word.

"You are hunter, you hunt and defend yourself from the beast and kill for victory"

As the footsteps closer to your position you immediately attack and the person is surprised by the attack you manage to slit their arm and back away and the person also too as you clearly see the person now.

It's the beast, Caine the leader of the White Wolves they are a big army from far away place and they visit here for enemies who hide in the winter and resources since your place is full of foods good for winter.

"You are a little runner one huh," he said and he touch the wound that you just slit from your dagger you keep yourself aware of the sudden attack from him.

"I just want something from your family but they chose to fight and this situation happened if you all just listened and everything will be in peace," he said slowly coming closer to you.

"No! You killed my father and you also killed my whole family and our people!" You yelled as you also slowly backed away from him you were full of anger at what he just did to you.

"What do you want! Why do you need to go into a fight just for the small thing you wanted!" You yelled more as your anger kept growing inside you.

"It's not just a small thing," he said his voice getting huskier and you kept backing away as he came closer, as you lost in your thoughts he took the time and quickly grabbed you and you immediately tried to get off his grip.

He tries to take your dagger in your hand and you swing it away from his hand and bite his arm wrapped around your upper chest he lets go of you and immediately run away from him.

And you heard him also run behind you, you fastened your running and did not look back.

As you manage to run away from him and you continue running hoping to find a river to let you flow away from the place, you don't care if it makes your body freeze you just want to get away from here

You suddenly heard a loud bang and something hit your feet and you fell on the ground and you felt a bit of pain and you turned around and saw him walking closer to you with a gun in his hand, you forgot that he was not just a using a sword or knife they are more advance and has a gun.

He kneeled in front of you and took his gun back into his pocket as he slowly inspected your condition you hopelessly gasping for air as you felt very pain in your feet as he slowly touched your feet where the bullet went and you hissed and back your feet away from him.

"If you just listened this wouldn't have happened," he said as you slowly closed your eyes your tiredness and the pain from your feet kept you feeling down and you slowly fell from the ground but you kept your hand and arm to let you steady, "Don't try to fight it," he said as his voice getting low and you see your sense getting blurry and you fell on the ground.

...

You slowly open your eyes and slowly sit up and see yourself laying on the bed brown fur wrapped around you you look around the place a fireplace beside and a chair in front of it and see someone sitting there you slowly move and he catches your attention.

"You're awake do you feel better?" he said as he stood up and put the gun on the small table beside him and walked towards you and took something a white small cloth and a bottle.

You quickly back away from him as he stands in front of you and he sighs and runs his hand on his blonde hair and looks at you, "I need to wrap your feet so that the blood won't bleed" he says as he kneels and pats the side of the bed closer to him.

You want to speak but you can't feel your voice out and he looks at your face feeling worried and still a bit of anger there, "I don't want anyone to wrap you I don't like it, I just want myself only to do that to you" he said and keep patting the bed to let you come closer to him you still feel pain and you decide to low your guard and crawl closer to him.

He watched you slowly crawling towards him and you sat in front of him and he smiled and took your right foot he took the bottle and slowly poured on the wound where the bullet was, he had already taken the bullet out and didn't add a medicine to heal.

After he poured the thing and proceeded to wrap carefully the cloth around the wound, he had wrapped he looked up at you, and you looked at him feeling nervous.

"There feel better now?" he asked and you slowly nodded your head he started to caress your feet up and down and you felt tense and looked at him, "What do you want really?" you managed to ask and he looked down still his hand caressing your feet.

"I want something from your family that they can't give to me," he said and looked up at you "What?" you said as you slowly took your feet back to you and he quickly took it harshly and you flinched and felt a bit pain from that.

"In exchange for peace and protection but they DENIED and chose fight," he said and almost yelled he gripped your feet even more and you tried to get away from his grip "You want to know what I want" he added and he managed to pull you closer to him and you fell on his chest and he took your face from both his hands and look at you.

"You," he said and kissed you as he wrapped his arm around you making you closer to him as he roughly took your mouth like a hungry wolf who got his food from the hunt, you tried to punch his head but he managed to take your wrist and grip it hardly enough to make it bruise.

You keep trying to fight his grip and move your body from him and he groans from your movements he finally stops and you take the opportunity to hit his head with yours and he manages to let go of you and you quickly get out from his cage and run towards the door but your wounded feet make you slow.

As you reach the door and open it he suddenly grabs you and pulls you back inside the room and closes the door takes your wrist and grips it hardly more making it more bruised, he is mad very mad.

"You are really testing my patience," he said his voice getting more deep huskier and he took you and threw you back in the bed and he went to the top of you and gripped your wrist above your head looking down at you.

"Well at least appreciate my care," he said and you tried to wiggle your arm from his grip and look up to him angrier "YOU SHOT ME!" "You are misbehaving and that is the only way to stop you from getting away from me," he said, and before you could speak he smashed his lips to yours and he even more roughly kissed you as your heart beat a faster.

After a few seconds, he finally pulled away from your lips and you gasped as your chest moved up down and he admired your hopeless face as you tried to breathe and a smirk formed on his face.

When you finally come back to your senses and take a bit of energy, you kick his stomach with your knee. He moves away in front of you, but he quickly grabs your arm and brings you back to him.

Your back on his front as he wraps his arm around your chest you try to fight it as you try to struggle out from him but you slowly consume your small energy and you put your hands on his arm.

"Don't run away from me, if I let you, you will die in the middle of the snow, and it's very cold outside you might die in cold' he said as his voice changed into a smooth and caring tone, "I don't want that" he added and you finally stopped struggling and you can feel his smirk.

"I guess violence is the most beautiful way to get you," he said slowly caressing your hair and taking a single strand and playing it on his finger "Don't worry you are safe with me i don't care if you don't want to stay with me I'll do everything to make you stay," he said and stopped playing your hair as you slowly gasping.

"Your low breath is beautiful to hear i want to hear it more" he slowly moves his hand to your thigh and you just realize now that you are wearing a white small dress and you feel his hand slowly move up and down to your thigh you try to speak but you are running out of energy to talk.

"Oh about that I'm the one who changed i don't want anyone to touch you or if they do, I squash their head in my boots on the ground and feed their body to the wolves," he said, and kissed your head and feel yourself tired and almost asleep as before you close your eyes.

"Those smooth skin earlier I want to feel it more" You manage to hear his words before you fall asleep and he notices you and he stays in that position feeling proud that he finally got you in the way of violence.

Merry Christmas I know Christmas is done but still feel it, my first gift for Christmas and I enjoyed my Christmas well and ate a lot of delicious food I'll write the second gift so stay updated.

Yeah... Unexpected plot I dunno why but that came to my mind and I kinda into writing a chase scene :> also Caine the leader kinda reminds me of a character from a sci-fi video game about war ;)

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Please give us more Mafia boss Charlie!!

Sure thing! Since there wasn’t a specific prompt requested, I wrote a yandere ABC list for Charlie, which was also requested by @isabellanobody at one point a while back. Hope y’all enjoy!

Yandere mafia boss ABC’s

Gn! Reader

Warnings: Typical yandere behavior, mentions of murder, kidnapping, drugging, psychological torture, isolation, suicide, delusional behavior, unhealthy relationships

Alphabet credit goes to @yanderecrazysie

Divider credit goes to @sweetmelodygraphics

Affection-(How affectionate is he with his darling and how would he show his affection?)

Charlie’s extremely affectionate with his darling, if they’ll let him be at least. As stoic and cold as he is, Charlie wants nothing more than to curl up with his darling and spend all his time with them, never letting them go. Nobody will ever see him as soft and gentle as he wants to be except for his darling, nor will they see him as considerate.

Charlie mostly shows his affection through gentle touches and soft spoken compliments, but he also showers his darling with thoughtful gifts as a sign of his devotion, paying close attention to his darling’s likes when shopping. He also tries to spend as much time as possible with his darling, just the two of them, although his job isn’t always so accommodating to that aspect of his wants.

Blood-(How messy will he get for his darling? What would he do?)

There is very, very little Charlie wouldn’t do for his darling. He is a mafia boss, after all. It doesn’t matter the severity of another person's actions or affections, Charlie will do whatever it takes to keep his darling “safe” (as he likes to think) from anyone who could take you away from him. Murder, blackmail, torture, drugging, it’s all on the table, and he’ll do it with a sick smile on his face. All for his darling, he likes to think. All for them.

Of course, Charlie’s not delusional enough to forget how traumatizing and brutal such actions would seem to you, if you were to find out. The last thing he wants is to scare you, so he always makes sure there’s no chance you’ll find out what he’s done. He’ll do his business far from where you could accidentally walk in, and he makes sure to clean up afterwards, not a trace left behind. You’ll be none the wiser, and he’ll sleep well knowing he’s taken care of you.

Care-(How would he treat his darling?)

Charlie practically worships the ground his darling walks on, he wouldn’t dare do anything to hurt them, whether physically or emotionally (minus kidnapping ig). He would treat his darling with the utmost respect, but at the same time treats them like they’ll break under too much pressure. Anything that could stress his darling out will be removed from their life, giving his darling a life of complete comfort and luxury. Contrary to Charlie’s normal life, he tries to be as respectful of his darling’s boundaries as possible, he wants them to know he sees them as more than the average people he deals with every day. Overall, very soft with his darling, and only his darling.

Delusion-(How delusional is he? Does he truly believe his darling loves him?)

Charlie’s logical enough to understand that his darling won’t start off loving him (especially if he kidnaps them), but he definitely deludes himself into believing that after enough time, they’ll grow to love him just as much as he loves them. He understands their initial fear of him and what he can do, but at the same time he takes any sign of increased boldness or conversation as proof that his darling is falling for him. I think after enough time has passed, Charlie will definitely believe his darling has fallen head over heels for him, whether they show him affection or not. He’ll start fully referring to his darling as his spouse by then, acting even more couply than before, and if his darling protests that they don’t love him? Well, they’re just afraid to admit they’ve fallen for him, right?

…Right?

Escape-(Is it easy for his darling to escape? How would he react if his darling managed to escape?)

Because of how wealthy he is and because of how many precautions he has around the house, Charlie doesn’t have any reason to worry his darling will escape. So if they were somehow able to bypass his security and get out (which is nearly impossible), Charlie is frantic. He won’t be able to function, he becomes the living embodiment of violence and impulsiveness until his darling is back with him, safe in his arms. He’ll stop at nothing to find his darling, exhausting every resource he has until they’re found. His rivals better hope they don’t run into him during this time, unless they want to lose their lives.

Fight-(How would he handle his darling fighting back?)

He’ll be amused, at least at first. Regardless of his darling’s skill level, there’s no way they’re gonna be able to physically beat him, a literal mafia boss. It’s like watching a child throw a temper tantrum, he finds it cute that they think they have any authority over him and how he takes care of them. However, he begins to tire of the constant defiance after a while, so after a bit of leaving his darling be, he’ll begin to snap back, reminding his darling of all the horrible things that could happen to them away from his watchful, protective gaze.

He doesn’t want to move into anything more aggressive, but if his darling’s complaints don’t relent, then…well, punishment might be in order.

Guilt-(Does he feel any guilt over his actions? What would make him feel guilty?)

Charlie doesn’t necessarily feel guilt per say, but he does hate how much distress he’s put his darling under. In his eyes, he didn’t do anything wrong, because he’s protecting his darling, keeping them away from anything that could hurt him. That mentality will never change, but the pangs of guilt will come visit every now and then whenever they express grief over their old life in front of him. Despite his unwillingness to understand his wrongdoings, Charlie still can’t shake the sadness he feels at taking something important from them, no matter his justifications.

Despite his guilt, Charlie will still do everything in his power to protect his darling the way he feels is necessary, no matter the effect it has on them. He still has a sense of superiority, as if he knows better than his darling ever could, so he’ll ignore the pain he’s causing in favor of what he thinks is the greater good.

Hell-(What would his darling’s worst experience be with him?)

For a regular darling, Charlie won’t do anything worse than giving them space to the point of feeling isolated. He hates the idea of treating his darling roughly, and the last thing he wants is to scare them anymore than he already has. It would take a lot for Charlie to do anything traumatizing to his darling, but if they were to repeatedly escape or worse, attempt to murder Charlie, he’d have no choice.

Charlie will never physically hurt his darling, no matter how far they go. His punishment would be more mental, scaring his darling into submission. He’d chain them down somewhere and force them to watch recordings of other organizations, particularly his rivals, as they viciously punish those who have gone against them. Charlie makes it clear to his darling that nothing is stopping this exact thing from happening to his darling, nothing except him, that is. He hates to do it, but Charlie hopes by the end of the experience, his darling will be too scared to attempt something so rash again.

However, this would only be in the worst worst case scenario. More likely than not, Charlie will never feel the need to do something so traumatizing.

Ideals-(What kind of future does Charlie want with his darling?)

Honestly, anything goes with Charlie in terms of the future. Above all else he wants to retire from the mafia and live peacefully with his darling without having to worry about work, but before that can happen, he’s fine with whatever. Kids? Eh, sure! Just the two of them? Sure! Whatever his darling wants they’ll get, so long as they stay by Charlie’s side.

Jealousy-(How easy is it for him to get jealous? How does he deal with it?)

Charlie is an incredibly jealous man, but he won’t take it out on his darling. Oh no, his raging anger is reserved for whoever took his darling’s attention away from him. Anything from a small, longing look in his darling’s direction to touches or attempted flirting sends Charlie over the edge, and he makes sure to coldly send them packing before whisking his darling away for some well needed, reassuring cuddle time. He’s noticeably more clingy when jealous, possessive words and compliments spilling from his mouth as he hugs his darling tighter, but he makes sure to keep his bubbling rage under control, lest he scare his darling away.

Most of the time Charlie won’t do anything more than snap at the person after his darling or punch them if they get feisty enough, but if he feels the person who made him jealous is enough of a threat, Charlie will find them and kill them, no questions asked (not in view of his darling, of course). They’d never be able to take his darling away from him, but better safe than sorry, right?

Kidnapping-(Does he kidnap his darling, and if so, how does he do it?)

Unless Charlie’s darling is someone already knows and trusts to stay by his side, he absolutely will kidnap his darling. He’ll end up drugging them until they’re securely in his home and all of their stuff has been moved to their new room, unwilling to leave even the slightest thing up to chance. Besides his burning desire to be with them, his reasoning for the kidnapping is that his darling is a civilian, so he needs them to be nearby in order to protect them. He knows about all the horrors of the world, but his darling doesn’t. How else is he supposed to keep them safe?

Rest assured, his darling will be as comfortable as possible during the transfer and following days. He’ll personally make sure of it.

Love letters-(How does he approach/court his darling?)

In most cases, the kidnapping would be the approaching. Going out to personally pursue his darling in public would be incredibly dangerous for both Charlie and his darling, so he really sees no other option. After the kidnapping however, Charlie will shower his darling with gifts and affection, hoping to win them over with his grand displays of love. He’ll give his darling space if that’s what they need, but the loving gestures never slow, not until Charlie feels they’ve been together long enough to begin really knowing each other.

Mask-(Is his true personality any different from how he normally behaved? Which side of his personality does his darling see?)

Charlie’s personality does a whole 180 around his darling, but in the opposite way that most would expect from a Yandere. He becomes much more kind and gentle around his darling, a sight no one who works with him would ever be privy to seeing. It’s like he can finally open up and show a softer side to someone instead of constantly embodying violence and anger. Not that those aren’t a part of his personality, but he gets to shed those parts of him around his darling, someone he could never view as worthy of his wrath.

Naughty-(How would he punish his darling?)

As stated before, Charlie will never physically hurt his darling, and in the worst case scenario, he’ll subject them to psychological torture rather than physical. For regular disobedience though, he’ll simply isolate his darling. He won’t take anything away from them, he’ll just lock them in their room for a couple of days, dropping off food and snacks every so often so that his darling won’t starve. The lack of human contact will eventually become too much for his darling no matter how introverted they are, and they’ll have no choice but to beg for his forgiveness. That’s how he sees it, anyway.

Oppression-(What rights would he take from his darling, and would he ever give them back?)

At first, Charlie would restrict his darling’s movements to just his house. A big house, but just the house nonetheless. As time goes on and his darling learns to behave, Charlie will begin letting them out as long as he’s with them, going on fun dates or just to do seemingly mundane chores that he’s never had the chance to do normally. He’d never let his darling go out fully unsupervised, but it’s mostly out of concern for what could happen to his darling if they’re on their own rather than Charlie not trusting them to return.

I think he would also restrict his darling's access to friends/family for a long time, monitoring every interaction closely until he’s sure Stockholm syndrome has set in. At first he’d only let them text, then call, and once he’s sure they’re never going to leave him, he’ll allow them visits (with him tagging along, of course). He understands the importance of family and he doesn’t want his darling to hate him, so Charlie won’t keep his darling from them. As abnormal as his life is, deep down Charlie craves normalcy for both him and for his darling. As long as his darling’s family don’t try to take them away from him, he’ll allow them in his darling’s life.

All his darling has to do is behave.

Patience-(How patient is he with his darling?)

For someone as dangerous and impulsive as him, Charlie’s surprisingly patient with his darling. He’s aware that they’re probably afraid of him and what he can do, and that despite his justifications, kidnapping isn’t exactly normal. So he’ll accept his darling’s outbursts for a while, trying to be understanding of their fears. His life isn’t nearly the same as his darling’s after all, it would make sense for them to lash out.

It’s really until his darling tries to escape or do something else drastic that he’ll begin to be a little more strict, beginning to threaten possible punishments.

Quit-(If his darling successfully escaped, died, or left, would he be able to move on?)

If Charlie’s darling was no longer in the picture, he’d spiral into insanity and kill himself. His darling was the only thing tethering him to reality amongst his brutal life, how could he possibly survive without them? He became so reliant on them for comfort that their absence would leave him spiraling, unable to cope properly with the grief and anger. In an act of pure desperation, Charlie would end up shooting himself in the skull, ending his misery quickly and painlessly. He probably wouldn’t even realize he’s doing it before he’s already gone, but he wouldn’t regret it either way. At least there’s a chance he’ll see them again, if the afterlife is kinder to him than the living world was.

Rage-(How does he act when he’s angry, and how does he calm down?)

In general, Charlie is very aggressive when he’s angry, barking out orders and threatening his employees, even going so far as to murder depending on the circumstance. With his darling however…

Charlie rarely gets angry at his darling. He hates to scare them, and he knows his temper can get him into deep, inescapable trouble, so he does his best to keep his composure around his darling. When he does get angry, the worst he’ll do besides punishment is shout at his darling, which can be pretty scary considering how authoritative he is. His yells are never threats, only frustration over how stubborn his darling is and how he’s trying to protect them. Once it’s clear no one’s willing to back down, Charlie will go to some other part of the house before either crawling back to his darling to apologize, or beginning his darling’s punishment.

Soulmate-(How did he meet his darling and when did he fall in love with them?)

Charlie most likely met his darling while out on some sort of mundane errand or just around the public sphere. Literally just saw them once, had a single respectful conversation with them that started out of pure convenience, and he was hooked. He’s never been able to interact with anyone normally for the most part, and there was just something about his darling that drew him in from the get-go. Needless to say, he was ”in love” from the start, and would do anything to be with his darling forever.

Tears-(How does he feel when his darling cries or isolates themselves?)

Charlie hates to see his darling cry, let alone watch them isolate themselves. Is he really so bad that they’d willingly take solitude over him?

He’ll feel guilty then, knowing he’s the source of his darling’s misery, but he won’t back down, too desperate for their company to do what’s right. He’ll try to comfort them with words of reassurance and gentle touches, but if they want nothing to do with him, he’ll leave them be. He deludes himself into thinking that they just need time to adjust, and then they’ll come around, arms open and ready for his affection.

Unique/(What sets him apart from regular yanderes?)

Probably his respect for boundaries. He’ll kidnap his darling, but besides that he does his best to respect his darling’s wishes when it comes to physical contact/personal space/comfortability. The last thing he wants is to be a bad husband, so he’ll do anything to keep his darling happy. Anything besides freeing them, of course.

Visit-(Would he let people visit or communicate with his darling?)

As mentioned before, Charlie would let his darling talk to their friends and family in heavy moderation, getting more and more lenient as time passes. He’ll start with moderated texts, then calls, and then finally, when his darling is fully in love with him, actual visits. He’s good at covering his tracks so he has no problem disguising his darling’s prolonged absence as something different.

Weakness-(What weakness can his darling exploit for their benefit/to escape?)

Charlie’s a smart man, but his gentleness and lenience in terms of lashouts as well as his delusions would give his darling an opportunity to escape. If his darling just pretends to love him for long enough, they’ll gain much more freedom without question, and therefore can potentially escape when Charlie has his guard down enough. Still risky with all the precautions in place, but it’s as easy as it’s gonna get.

Xaonon-(Would he worship his darling? How far would he go to win them over?)

Charlie worships everything and anything his darling can do. Compared to the people he deals with in his daily life, his darling is so…pure. So fragile. They’re a symbol of what Charlie could never have achieved on his own, and he revers them for it. He’d do anything his darling asked (besides freeing them or leaving them of course), they could ask for the bodies of all his enemies and he would make it happen somehow. There is very, very little he wouldn’t do to make his darling fall in love with him.

Yearn-(How long would he pine after his darling before snapping?)

There is no waiting with Charlie. He meets his darling, finds out everything he can as quickly as he can, and then he kidnaps them. He wants his darling as quick as possible, so the only period he has to pine is during the time where he’s gathering information about them.

Zero Tolerance-(What would make him snap? What would he never tolerate his darling doing?)

Charlie’s very lenient, so most of his darling’s outbursts can be dealt with easily without much fuss. He’ll even tolerate an escape attempt or two if he can tell his darling is genuinely afraid of him. However, attempts on his life, multiple escape attempts, or lying to him about loving him will break him to the point of snapping. He wants to trust his darling so bad, but there’s only so much he can take before he loses his mind.

I hope you guys enjoyed!

[rxmye]

" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

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[fromduck]

Me with you guys simping over hot men

[munefille]

what abt reader creating a long cardigan for your angel-like oc, because they don't want him/them to be cold!! You can make this the same reader who baked for the oc

i hope ur okay with a sketch I feel like this sums it up better than what I could write :')

[pyrodolls]

SUPERFAN! YANDERE BOY X POPSTAR! READER

WARNINGS: stalking, obsessiveness, breaking and entering, nsfw, masochist yandere, overstimulation, thigh riding, bondage, male masturbation, unhealthy behavior, average yandere tendencies, male yandere oc (he’s very pathetic and perverted, it’s giving “step on me” energy.) gender neutral reader

A/N: heyyyyy guess who isn’t dead.. i literally open tumblr every 3 minutes i just haven’t been posting. but i’m hereeeee lol. here’s a random yandere oc post, sorry it’s not mortal kombat. (tbh i have faded away from my mk obsession and now i am obsessed with until dawn, the quarry, tlou, and rdr.)

part two here!

superfan! yandere boy that buys all of your merchandise and streams your music on loop 24/7. even while he sleeps.

superfan! yandere boy that commissions artists to draw you and him together in different styles. some of them may depict him on a cute date with you, and some are more explicit and depict you stepping on him or choking him.

superfan! yandere boy that sneaks into your concerts if he didn’t manage to buy a ticket. no matter how strong your security is, he will always manage to find a way in and pretend he's just a regular fan.

superfan! yandere boy that will even sneak onto your house and film you through your window for hours, and then he would go home and touch himself to the footage of you.

superfan! yandere boy that wants to buy meet-and-greet tickets to see you, and be able to feel your presence up close and be able to speak to you personally. but as much as he craves your attention, he knows he wouldn't be able to handle it and would crumble immediately the second you look him in the eyes.

superfan! yandere boy that pays people to stalk you and take pictures of you when he can't do it himself. especially ones when you have a wardrobe malfunction.

superfan! yandere boy that goes to sleep every night fantasizing and dreaming of you. his particular favorite wet dream is of you letting him ride your thigh, grinding against your skin as a desperate attempt to feel any friction on his cock. your hands would roam around his body as he relishes in your attention, no matter where you touch him. any small nudge or brush against his skin would set his heart on fire and oh no where'd his pants go-

superfan! yandere boy that thinks you could do no wrong. you said something offensive and got yourself cancelled? he is your number one defender and would be threatening your naysayers on the internet. he would even go as far as to learn to hack just so he could delete their accounts.

superfan! yandere boy that almost WANTS to get caught. he knows he wouldn't be able to handle your attention, so he avoids it, but a part of him wants to get caught and outed for his perverted, stalker ways. he wants to hear you cuss him out and degrade him. he wants to see the disgusted look on your face as he is exposed for everything he did. spit on him, kick him, treat him like vermin, he doesn't mind. he gets off on the thought of you punishing him. he has a particular fantasy where your punishment for him is by tying him up and overstimulating him until he is crying, whimpering, and almost fainting. but he would still beg for more. no matter how long it lasts. it could be a week long and he still wouldn't be satisfied.

[yuutryingtowrite]

Yandere!Maid who looks at the castle in front of him, then the flier in his hands, then the castle again. Unless there was a typo in the address, the job interview should be here. He hesitantly uses the bat shaped door knocker and waits...This place looks so creepy and ominous, was this a prank ? Was it to scare him? Seriously? Sigh…He has had enough of being treated like a fool. As he continues his descent into frustration, bitterness and self-pity, he doesn’t hear the door opening. Nor does he see the butler standing at the entrance until he hears a: “Sorry for the wait, my kind sir. Are you here for the housekeeper position?”.

Yandere!Maid who thinks the butler is telling him a load of bullshit. According to him, the owner of this place is a vampire in search of additional staff members. He resists the urge to scoff. Whatever, if the “mistress” wants to take part in some weird role-play, then so be it as long as he would get paid. The same guy tells him to “please take a seat” in the living room and that “mistress will come and attend to you in a moment”. Soon after his departure, the air shifts. Black particles float around until it materializes something, or rather someone. The poor boy's shock and confusion quickly turn into enchantment. Fuck, you are totally his type. This is bad, he can feel his face burning. “Shall we go to my office?”, you ask with a smile.

Yandere!Maid who hates you. Who hates the fact that your personality matches your looks. Who hates how much control you have over him. The other day, your...pet sneezed on him, so he needed another uniform. “It seems that I only have a female one left ”, you told him. “There is no way in hell I am wearing that”, he sneered. “But wouldn’t you look cute in it? Besides, it is either that or cleaning with your normal clothes on until your new uniform arrives here-” “Alright, shut up, just give me that”, he abruptly took the offending dress from your hands and went to change. Since that conversation, his work attire has fully transitioned to said maid outfit. Maybe he becomes a bit too proud of himself whenever he catches you staring at him. And maybe, just maybe he wants to give you a nice view by bending down and taking his time “to clean the table” whenever he knows you are behind him. He will never admit that though.

Yandere!Maid who, one day, demands asks you about your eating habits. As soon as you answer, something regarding animal blood, he turns oddly quiet. You are about to ask what is wrong, but then he surprises you by climbing into your lap. You watch him get comfortable and, with trembling hands, undo the first buttons of his dress. The cherry on top is him pulling on its collar a bit to show a silver of his chest. He now avoids eye contact as he waits for you to take the lead…You are still just looking at him, so, with a blush becoming darker, he snaps at you: “A-are you stupid or something ? Do you want me to spell it out-” “I am just enjoying the view”, you respond with a teasing smile. Before he can sputter more insults, you grip his chin and tilt his head to the side, exposing his neck to your hungry gaze. “But if you insist…Thank you for the meal <3”

Yandere!Maid who has his face buried deep in his pillow while he tries to calm his flustered self down. After you finished drinking from him, he hurriedly got up and scurried to his room without so much as a word. The more he recalls the embarrassing noises he made in front of you, the more mortified he becomes. It was not his fault, it just felt really good and you even pulled him closer and tugged on his hair and-He whines and squirms in his bed as he feels his body turning hot again like that time. The action causes him to feel a sharp sting on his neck. He freezes. That is right. You marked him. You marked him. You marked him.

...

Don't drink from anyone else, ok?

[flowerbunnyboo]

PERVERT ROOMMATE | back

starring: bottom male reader

summary: your roommate being a total pervert who wants to fuck you

nsfw, minors dni, don’t report

Pervert roommate who jerks off to you everyday and night whenever he’s alone. He just imagines you bouncing up and down on his cock.

Pervert roommate who purposefully roams around shirtless or just in his underwear to entice you. Especially if he’s hard, during morning times he’d show his morning wood. He obviously has eyes on how you keep looking at him

Pervert roommate who secretly takes your underwear and spills his cum all over it leaving you wondering why your underwears have gotten stiff or sticky.

Pervert roommate who lies and asks you to sleep with him because he’s scared of a nightmare. He takes this chance to cuddle you shirtless

Pervert roommate who pulls you closer and makes you feel his hard clothed dick. He’d start tracing his hands all over your body making you erect too

Pervert roommate who would start sucking on your neck and pumping your cock with one hand while fingering you with the other

Pervert roommate who would kiss you and rejoice because finally he’s getting to do the thing he wants to do to you.

Pervert roommate who says this is what all roommates do and slams his cock inside you and starts fucking you. He doesn’t even last long cause he’s been so pent up. You moan and enjoy the feeling of a big cock fucking your tight hole.

Pervert roommate who cums inside you and pulls you towards him and starts round two and makes you bounce on his cock. Your insides tremble and you shoot your load all over his abdomen

Pervert roommate who cums inside your hole once again as he leaves hickeys. He loves seeing and hearing you moan his name.

Pervert roommate and you now turn into fuck buddies and fuck the whole day and night in every corner of the house leaving your cum everywhere

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[banj0possum]

My Lovely Melody

Yandere!Rockstar x GN!Reader

CW: yandere is a playboy before he meets reader, suggestive (creepy) thoughts, minor obsessive behaviour

🎸 Axel's been in many relationships with both men and women alike, but all of his little flings felt nothing more than that, just flings.

🎸 And he was content with it, I mean being a famous rockstar meant lots of people wanting a chance with you and he indulged in that fact.

🎸 He could sleep with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and he wouldn't have to deal with the commitment that comes with dating or any of that messy stuff.

🎸 So why the hell can't stop thinking about you ?!?!?!!

🎸 He scratched his head trying to make sense of it, his messy hair getting even more ruffled as he tries to get the image of your smile out of his head.

🎸 You were in a miscellaneous store full of alt clothing, trinkets and various other stuff when he walked in with his bandmates.

🎸 It was fairly normal when he came in the store. It was dim with some random punk song playing faintly in the background. His friends started exploring, looking at the graphic t-shirts and mugs shaped like skulls and the like.

🎸 He got a bit bored and wandered to the other side of the store. It had posters, candles and..who's that?

🎸 There you were, staring longingly at a plush toy sitting on one of the shelves, just standing there.

🎸 He didn't think much of it, probably just some person baked out of their mind. "Hey buddy, you doin' good?"

🎸 You snap out of your gaze and look at the big hulking man in front of you. You stutter out an apology and explain your little misfortune.

🎸 "So you want this..toy...but you can't afford it..?" He raises a brow at you as you nod, making him chuckle.

🎸 He thought for a moment, looking at the stuffed creature, well it wouldn't hurt to buy it for you, he's pretty well off from all the gigs and concerts he's been in so...

🎸 "How 'bout I buy this thing for ya then? But you owe me~" He winks, thinking he could score some quick sex for being such a 'gentleman'

🎸 But no, instead of a blush or a knowing smirk, you just looked at him with the widest, most innocent eyes he's ever seen, you were practically shaking with joy as he said it.

🎸 You thanked him profusely before listing off things you could do in return, treating him to some food, buying something for him in return, plain paying him back..he was a bit surprised.

🎸 "O-oh...uhm that was a joke heheh, y-you don't have to do all that babe..." He blushes.

🎸 The two of you head to the cashier, his friends spying from behind the aisles as his gaze is locked on the little ball of cuteness beside him.

🎸 Seriously? Did you even know who he was? This has never happened before...most of the time, he would pay for someone's drink or something and they'd be on his dick in seconds, but you, you were so..different...it felt nice..

🎸 You didn't even get it in a bag, you immediately took the plush after it was paid and hugged it close.

🎸 so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute!!!

🎸 "Hey uh..so me and my buds are in a band and uhm..wanna maybe..watch our next gig?" He asks nervously, he's never been so shy towards anyone!!

🎸 You agree, thinking it's the least you could do for what he did for you.

🎸 You take out your phone, Axel can't help but grin at the case, it was cute, like you~..

🎸 "Here's my number if..you need it.." You smile at him, that smile..that damn cute smile...you had his heart wrapped around your finger at this point.

🎸 "Th-thanks sugar..I'll see you there.." He smiles back as you part ways, he heads back to his friends who were bombarding him with questions as he watches you skip out of the store with your new little soft friend.

🎸 That night, he was getting ready for the show when he got a message notification and sees that you sent a picture of the show from one of the seats with some text "Good luck out there!"

🎸 His face was on fire as he realized you were there, he peeks out in the crowd and there you were, your little plush toy in tow.

🎸 You look so out of place from the people in spiky jewelry and dark outfits, you were just in a hoodie and baggy pants, albeit the hoodie had a MCR design on it, but you can tell it was very soft compared to the rest of the audience.

🎸 Finally it was time for the show to begin and it was the most passionate he's been in a while, it seemed as if the words he was singing were dedicated to you and you alone.

🎸 The little glances at you made you giddy, like a friend seeing their bestie perform, you were cheering excitedly for him, not in a fangirly way, but one of genuine support and amazement.

🎸 After the performance, Axel tried finding you, but the crowd was too big and he assumed you must have left already.

🎸 Wait..why is he being so buddy buddy with you? You just met today! It's not like you two were best friends or anything!

🎸 He tried dismissing the thought of you, tried distracting himself by flirting with other people, but he could only think about you, and making you smile like that again..

🎸 no no no! get out of my head!

🎸 Maybe a little fling can ease his mind?

🎸 Even on his bed with some random girl after show, he can still think of you.

🎸 Would your skin be as soft? or maybe softer? How would your hair smell? He bets your moans would sound delicious..

🎸 shit FUCK!!

🎸 Even after his one night stand, he kept thinking of you

🎸 He stares at your messages, you sent a lot of pictures of your plush toy doing goofy things to him, so cute..so silly...he can't help but smile.

🎸 He decides to look you up on social media and..

🎸 Wait a minute...you make music too?

yep this was a bit short but idk man i love making you guys suffer <3 stay tuned for part 2 (i am actually out of ideas guys please request me please please ple-)

[ataraxiaspainting]

360-Degree Vision.

Yan Silas x F Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, non-con, oral (male receiving), forced infantilization, Silas calls himself Mommy because he's a weirdo, and "force feeding".

Word Count: 700.

OC and art pictured above belongs to amazingly talented @meo-eiru!! i really love her art, so be sure to check her out!! <333

*~*~*~*

Silas only allows autumn leaves and snow to fall where your feet don’t touch but your eyes can still see.

It’s an odd sort of shape, the barrier he has around his tree. It reminds him of those little sketches you do he puts by his bedside table. He read from a book that human mothers do that whenever their children give them drawings, though you never gave yours to him per se. More likely than not you were waiting for a more special occasion, but he found them in your toy box whilst he was tidying up from another long day of taking care of you. 

What a unique art style you have – he read in the same book that human children’s little doodles can be nearly unrecognizable from what they are supposed to be most of the time, so he doesn’t question how the circles you drew kept going around and around and leading to nowhere.

A snail’s shell, perhaps? 

The spirals seemed too large and too filled… 

He’ll give you points for creativity. 

Positive reinforcement was key with these kinds of things, or so he’s been told – if you ever ask for a pet snail, he’ll get one for you in little to no time at all.

*~*~*~*

“Baby,” Silas’ smile is smaller because of the concern he has for you right now. “You have to finish your dinner. It’s good for you. When you finish we can go see little mushrooms and squirrels, okay? Only for a little bit though,” His right hand is still above your head, squishing you down when your body seems to want to get up too soon. “Mommy doesn’t want you to get sick again…”

Despite Silas sitting down, he was still more than half your height – your knees sink further into the mattress both of you are on.

They are shivering so much but he doesn’t notice.

No, it’s not that he doesn’t care – he’s too busy flaunting his length and chest to you to pay attention to how you actually feel, wanting you to pick your poison once again; seeing this as necessary to your development.

Last time for yesterday’s meals you chose his cock – the day before that you chose his breasts.

The more you suck from him, the more you’re given treats after. Something resembling those colorful markers you used to get at the local dollar store, containers of blueberry yogurt you hope came from his village’s cows or some similar type of animal, a new dress he had sewn himself or had customized and bought from a nearby elf tailor.

“I’ll even bring some paper and those pencils you like drawing with, hm?” Silas continues as he scoots closer to you – he holds your hair so gently now, but whenever he cries tears of pure happiness the grip will tighten quickly. “Maybe you can see a snail up close for those little spirals you like doing.”

…

No matter how much you rebel and kick and scream, the elf wouldn’t move back from you – if anything it gives him more of a reason to come closer, so you can have more of his ‘love’. After only a little bit of time, you learned how to let the frustration out in a way that didn’t have Silas doting over you so suffocatingly – drawing spirals. You were told once by a friend they can be therapeutic in times of stress. You most likely will never see her again but you would want to hug her because it works. 

You hid them amongst the dolls and building blocks you were given in times you were alone – staring at them made you feel less lonely, made you feel like you had more of a choice in how you spent your waking hours.

You didn’t expect Silas to find them. He never checks your toy box because you tidy it up so often.

You don’t know how to explain your drawings in a way Silas will understand. Not that he understands a lot of things that come out of your mouth.

You just nod. Maybe drawing a snail’s body below those spirals can help you too.

“Good girl! Listening so well!” His smile widens and you can see his eyes getting watery already.

[servicpop]

family trip adrien ( deliquent oc ) x bttm m reader

ⓘ established relationship au

Through the excessive amount of visiting each other's houses almost everyday of the week, it was only natural that your families would grow close.

It wasn't a surprise when you received a pretty little invitation by Adrien to come join him and his family on a small trip to the coast. Since you had nothing better to do that weekend, you gladly accepted. Adrien brought up his family's van and offered you a ride in which you also agreed.

You never thought to ask Adrien about his family, assuming it was a topic he didn't particularly like as he never talked about them anyways. So seeing two little girls and a young boy that were the splitting image of Adrien if not his parents. They were a rather rowdy bunch as Adrien's mother rounded up the little troublemakers into the 2nd row of the van while her husband was busy packing things into the trunk.

“Why didn't you tell me you had siblings? And so many,” You question, turning to Adrien who seemed to be on his last straw trying to get his siblings to calm down.

“Didn't think I seemed like an only child,” he quipped.

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes when Adrien's mother walks up to you. She's gorgeous, straight nut brown hair, short and slim like a doe. It's strikingly different from Adrien's rough appearance.

“Oh dear, it seems like there's only one chair left,” Mrs Castillo's voice is like a hydrating balm to the soul as she places a hand on her cheek.

You open your mouth to propose a solution — as the responsible person you are — but you're acutely cut off by prince charming himself.

“He can sit on my lap, no problem.” You can see the relieved expression Adrien's mother carries before she walks off into the passenger's side of the van, leaving you absolutely speechless.

“Since when did I agree to that?” You sigh, but it's ultimately the only solution you can think of on the spot.

Adrien slips into the back seat first, getting himself comfortable before patting his thighs. There's a sour expression on your face as you climb in, settling yourself on Adrien's lap. He slips on the seatbelt from behind you and slides his arms around your waist, holding you close.

“Don't worry, I'll be your seatbelt.”

“I wasn't worrying.”

The ride was anything but smooth. You were profoundly aware of every single movement Adrien made underneath you, the soft thumping of his heart rattled against his chest every time you leaned back to rest.

Not to mention his demon-like siblings turning around to ask you bizarre questions.

“Did Adrien kidnap you?” “Do you think you can do a cartwheel and then the splits because I can.” “How much money did he pay you to be here?”

You couldn't even answer one question before another was interjected. Even Adrien seemed annoyed by this constant noise.

“Stop bothering him,” His tone caught you off-guard; it was harsh and grounded like he truly meant it. It didn't seem like the kids understood the message until Adrien swatted at them to turn around.

He sighed, leaning back into the car seat, pulling you down with him.

“They can be a damn handful sometimes,” He exhaled, letting his forehead rest on your shoulder.

The soft gesture, the heat radiating off his face to your shoulder, and his forearms locked tightly around your waist made something in your heart ache ever so slightly. Your fingers hesitantly move to rest on Adrien's arm, patting it gently like you're consoling him.

A few more hours pass by and the kids have already fallen asleep, not a sign of liveliness from the three. Your own eyelids start to grow heavy until the van drives over a rather large speed bump. From the scratchy sound of tires crunching along gravel, you can pretty much assume that the road is going to be filled with dents and bumps.

A barely audible groan comes out from Adrien's throat and you freeze up. Did you hurt him? Your movements are cautious as you turn your torso to look back at him, trying not to move so much so you don't hurt him further.

“Shit, are you okay?” Your eyes narrow and your nose crinkles in concern, Adrien has his head lowered before he lifts it up to meet your gaze.

The hands planted firmly around your body tighten and he pulls you back up against him.

“Just— Stay still,” he grunts out, forehead returning back to your shoulder.

You shuffle just back to get comfortable just enough that you practically grind against the tent growing in Adrien's pants. It takes you a moment to realize what was happening. A small gasp escapes your lips as you grip the flesh on his arm, keeping your head dipped.

The van drives over another bump and you feel it now. Adrien's hand clasps around your shoulder blade and he muffles a strangled grunt again. Your body grows hotter by the second, heat pooling in your lower half.

Now you were both hard.

“Ah shit, prez, you're gonna kill me,” He lets out a dry chuckle, hips twitching from underneath you. You crave it just as bad as you're rocking your body against his in a steady pace. There were too many people in the van, it was way too dangerous to fix the little problem.

“Wait it out,” You whisper, patting his arm once more like trying to calm down a dog.

He doesn't respond, instead, he grumbles into your shoulder.

The van finally comes to a stop. The engine whirrs off and the kids are hustled out of the doors before you and Adrien climb out behind them. There's a satisfying crackle and pop of your joints as you stretch, letting the good ol' sunlight kiss your deprived skin.

Getting the bags out of the trunk wasn't much work since you packed only for 3 days so you rolled your suitcase into the lobby alongside Adrien's family. A small notification pops up on your screen, a check-in from your family which you happily reply to.

Since it was such a large gathering, the family had split into different rooms with you and Adrien sharing one.

The reception hands Adrien's mother the keycard to each room and she hands them out, passing one to Adrien.

You turn your attention to him to see the guy already racing his way towards you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you past his family. You can hear a brief exchange of words between him and his dad, picking up on the lousy excuse that you're 'tired.'

Through the lobby, past the pools, around the bar and to your shared room. Adrien smashes the key card against the reader and he slams the door open.

“Fucking finally,” he sighs, shutting the door behind himself and burying his hands into the back of your head. He's tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling it back before latching his mouth onto yours.

He's practically welding himself to you, devouring your lips in a heated kiss. He pulls back to look into your eyes before he goes in for a second serving. Adrien guides you towards the bedroom, lips never leaving yours as he gently pushes you back onto the bed.

“You know how hard it was to keep myself in line?” Adrien chuckled against your cheek, his hands beginning to descend your body, tracing all the way down to the waistband of your pants.

“That's your job baby, not mine.”

You have half the heart to complain when he's pulling off your pants, lifting your hips off the bed to help him slide your clothes off. He pulls both your legs up and over his shoulders before kneeling onto the ground beside the bed.

“Adrien,” you call out his name almost breathlessly, fingers finding purchase in his thick hair.

He responds with a small hum that causes his throat to vibrate ever so slightly. Adrien's hands are coiled around your thighs, palms laying flat on your lower stomach as he leans in to kiss your inner thigh.

His lips tickle your skin and you can't help but jerk your leg from the sensation—which you're prevented from doing so by his arms holding your legs hostage.

Warmth envelops your lower half as Adrien wraps his mouth around your cock. His breath is hot against your trembling skin and he forces the most obscene noises out his throat. Slick slurping sounds mixed with groans and sighs like he's been starved a hearty meal.

The hand on your stomach slides up, pushing your shirt further so he could feel the flat plane of your torso. Your squirms and thigh twitches are held down by his built arms—it honestly seems like he trains just for this.

“Could do this for days.” its hard to tell what he's saying since all his words and muffled and gurgled.

He pulls off for one second to fish out lubricant from the hotel drawers, applying a hefty amount to his fingers before returning back to you.

Sliding back down to his knees, he prods a finger to your winking hole, teasing and pushing past that ring of muscle and pulling it back out just to watch it shiver from the loss.

“Pervert,” You grumble under your breath.

“Who's the one who asked me out?”

You shoot Adrien an irked glare but the annoyance fades from your face the moment he wraps his mouth around your dick once more. Your eyes flutter as he finally pushes that finger in, sliding in a second to slowly scissor you loose.

He's more skilled than you with his tongue and you can't help but wonder what his past experiences were like; you dismiss that thought as quick as it came.

You look down at him from half-closed eyes, watching as he hollows his cheeks to take in more. You're practically whining and thrashing around in his grip. He's buried his face to the hilt, nose brushing against your pelvic bone. Its almost a ticklish sensation, feeling him breathe against your skin.

His fingers press and pressure your walls, pushing them apart to ready you for his cock. He's rhythmically pushing his fingers deeper, curling at the apex before pulling them back, repeating that process in a steady pace. You can feel them hit your prostate, sending jolts straight to your dick.

It's too much for you to handle; your hips are rising to meet the bob of his head, back arching off the satin white sheets.

“Wait— Adrien pull off I don't want you to—” Your words are all diced up, spoken in short gasps as you try to pry his head off from your aching cock.

You succeed—for a bit—before he's dipping all the way down again, holding your hips steady as he forces you down his throat. He's fucking loving it too, moaning with your dick in his mouth as his fingers speed up, pistioning two fingers into your hole.

Your hips raise even more and he encourages it.

His name comes spilling out of your mouth like a mantra as your muscles spasm from the intensity of your orgasm. Adrien keeps sucking like he's trying to wring every last drop from you. You feel his tongue swirl over your slit, lapping up your sweet fluids.

He slides himself off of you, letting you rest on the bed for a bit as he tilts his head back. His Adam's apple bobs while he swallows, and he lowers his head back down to smile at you.

“Don't tell me you're tired already, I haven't even taken off my pants yet,” he tsks at you, shaking his head disapprovingly while he joins you on the bed. You're still dazed from how hard you just came but a warm hand pulls you back down to earth.

Adrien's hand grazes over your cheek delicately as he hovers over you, caging you in with two arms on either side of your head.

“Just relax prez, I'll do all the work, 'kay?” He takes your little grunt as an 'okay,' rolling you onto your stomach and guiding your head to rest on the pillow. It smells so distinctly of freshly cleaned hotel sheets with a hint of citrus and bleach that you take a moment to close your eyes and enjoy the scent.

You can feel the mattress dip on either sides of your hips as he plants his knees there. He leans his head down to peek at your blissed-out face, pressing a light kiss to your cheek. You can feel his hands run down the curve of your spine, running over your lower back before he settles them on your waist.

“Are you relaxed?” He hums, leisurely rolling his hips against you. His tone is so sultry it causes your muscles to visibly relax under the siren call of his voice.

A hand moves down to where your leg meets the curve of your ass, parting the round flesh for him to comfortably slide in. He had stretched you out enough that it slipped in with ease, hugged by your warm velvet walls.

He sucks in air between his teeth while he steadily rocks his body back and forth, tuning into the wet squelching sound with each thrust.

“Feel it yet?” He chuckles, poking fun at the fact that you've been too dazed to respond to him. You nod against the pillow, your hair spilling over the silk case like spilt water. A small, shaky exhale leaves your nose as he begins to hasten his thrusts. It's almost bruising as he slams himself against your tailbone—you know you'll be whining about the soreness tomorrow morning.

Your voice gradually gets louder as he pounds you into the bed, fingers curled up in the sheets as he slams his pelvis against your ass. You can feel him throb from inside you, twitching and ready.

A particularly deep thrust has you crying out into the pillow but you can't squirm, not when Adrien is pinning you down with his body weight. He's pushing against your prostate over and over again and you can feel that familiar feeling of an orgasm creeping up on you.

“Fuck, Adrien,” You hiccup, muffled by the fluff of the pillow, eyes flickering like you're struggling to keep them open.

“Yeah baby?” You can hear the smirk in his tone as he keeps at the rough pace. He's hitting all the right spots and your dick appreciates. You feel a hand dip under your neck, cupping the curve of your throat as Adrien lifts your head up to face him.

He moves in to kiss you, soft and gentle as he wraps his arms around your whole body, holding you in a tight grip while continuously slamming himself deeper into you. Your loud cries and moans are enveloped by Adrien's mouth, swallowed up.

“You gonna cum? Feels so good you just can't hold it in?” He cooes, chuckling against your swollen lips as he feels you tremble underneath him. You swear stars enter your vision and your eyes roll back, muscles jerking and tensing as you let out a string of whimpers while your orgasm comes crashing onto you.

Adrien buries himself to the hilt before emptying out all he's worth, coating your insides with his dna. He groans as he pulls out halfway just to watch his semen flood out of your hole, still tightly clenched around his cock.

He sits up, raking his fingers through his tousled hair and sighs with satisfaction like drinking an ice cold soda in a hot summer day.

“You tired prez?” He asks, smiling down at you. His eyes narrow and concern settles in when you don't move or answer him.

“Baby?” He quickly leans back down to look at your face only to see your peaceful expression, eyes closed and mouth slightly agape. He lets out a relieved chuckle before pulling out, sliding off the bed to grab a towel.

He figured he'd get you some fruit to replenish your energy, pulling on some of his clothes after cleaning you up and getting you comfortable in the bed. He makes his way to the buffet, piling all favorite fruits and sweets onto his plate before he spots his family.

“Where's your boyfriend?” Adrien's mother asks, also holding a plate of food. Seemed like the two of you missed lunch.

“He's uh—” Adrien tenses knowing that he can't just openly admit to his mother that he fucked the daylights out of you.

“Taking a nap.”

[bwanaid]

yandere vampire !! who immediately knows it’s you. His senses are sharp, he’s picky to drinking blood. He’s already craving you !!

yandere vampire !! who’s intoxicated by your scent. it’s rare to find a humans smell so appealing ?! who is all over you leaving bites and marks to show you’re his.

yandere vampire !! who detects your every emotion. feeling sad? you’re all ready in his arms.

yandere vampire !! who sees into your dreams and manipulates them so he’s always on your mind.

yandere vampire !! who relies on you to be his blood bank. Had tried other humans but they are disgusting ^^ sucks you dry until you start to feel light headed and can’t stand no more.

yandere vampire !! who is always lurking in the dark and gets a ring specifically made to protect himself from the sun so you two can spend beautiful moments together.

yandere vampire !! who wanted to turn you since the day he’s laid his eyes on you. “what do you mean you aren’t ready?? don’t you want to be together for eternity?!”.