#oc x reader

[cloudedwonder]

(nsfw) thinking of a yandere who is entranced by the idea of you taking his virginity from him.

he saved it all for you, he said. he told you that he’d forced away all his unclean thoughts, put himself in the shoes of the pure in hopes that it’ll unleash such passion, some emotion and such longing between the intimate moment he wishes to share with you.

he groans against your lips, slightly grinding his hips as he does so. he leaves you wet, open mouthed kisses and he trails them from your cheek to your neck, sucking at the skin as he fondles your chest.

“you’ve got such pretty nips.” he pants, before swirling his tongue around them, sucking them as he used his hands to undress the two of you. he bucked his hips against you the moment the two of you were unclothed, moans pouring from his lips until the moment he sheathed himself inside of you.

he thrust himself inside of you wildly, grabbing your hips with sweaty palms as he lightly moved them to match his rhythm. you tangled your fingers through your haired and he breathed your name out, shaking as he did so.

“ohhh fuck yeah baby. s-say my name like that again, p-please fucking… mmh” he pleads. he places another kiss against your lips, hurried and passionate, messy with the ecstasy that he’s feeling, and even after he’s released himself inside of you with desperate and crying whimpers of your name, he keeps his length inside of you, humming against your ear as he whispers praises on repeat.

[mysticalcrowntyrant]

Yandere Cop x Reader (part two)

Part one

You didn’t sleep that night.

You sat in the same room after he was gone, staring at the chair where he’d been. Blood still soaked into the rag in the bowl. The ropes lay coiled like dead snakes at your feet. You kept replaying the moment he slipped through the window in your head, over and over. The look he gave you before vanishing into the night. He hadn’t said goodbye like a man expecting not to see you again.

He’d said it like a promise.

You should’ve cleaned up. You should’ve burned the rag, tied the ropes back up to make it look like he’d fought and escaped—but you didn’t. You just sat there.

When your father came back an hour later, he didn’t even glance at you.

“Cleanup’s coming,” he muttered, tossing a burner phone into the sink. “Get out of the way.”

You moved without a word, stepped out of the room and shut the door behind you.

The next few days passed in a haze of tension. No sirens. No search parties. No mention of a wounded cop crawling his way out of your father’s grip. Your father seemed convinced the man had bled out somewhere in the dark.

You didn’t correct him.

Not because you were loyal.

Because a part of you… wanted to believe the cop was still out there.

And you couldn’t figure out why.

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The safehouse was cold. Abandoned now, supposedly burned. Your father didn’t like leaving behind traceable places, but he’d needed it in a hurry and used it anyway.

You came back because something was drawing you here. You told yourself it was to make sure there were no fingerprints. No evidence. But when you slipped in through the back, you walked straight to the room where you’d last seen him.

The chair was gone.

The blood wasn’t.

Still stained into the floorboards, soaked deep into the grain.

You stood in the doorway for a long time.

“You came back.”

You froze.

The voice came from the shadows behind you.

You turned, heart skipping.

He stood in the far corner of the room—half-lit by the moonlight spilling in through the window he’d escaped from. His jacket was different. Clean. His hair was combed back. But his shoulder was still bandaged, the makeshift sling barely holding. And his eyes—

His eyes were the same.

You took a step back instinctively.

He didn’t move.

“You should be gone,” you whispered. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I tried,” he said quietly. “I really did.”

His voice was calm.

“I got halfway out of the city,” he continued. “Made it to a gas station. Paid a guy to stitch me up. Stole some clean clothes. But I kept thinking…”

He took a slow step forward.

“I kept thinking about your hands shaking.”

You swallowed, suddenly cold all over.

“You’re bleeding,” you said instead, nodding at the stain blooming through the bandage.

He smiled faintly. “Not enough to kill me.”

Another step closer.

“You need to leave,” you said, but your voice cracked. “If my dad finds out—”

“He won’t,” he said. “I made sure no one followed me. I’ve been… watching.”

“Watching?”

He nodded once. No shame.

“I had to make sure you were safe.”

Your breath caught. “From what?”

His head tilted.

“From him. From this life. From what it’s doing to you.”

You took a shaky step back. He stepped forward in time with you.

“I’m not your problem,” you said.

“You’re wrong,” he whispered. “You saved my life. That makes you my responsibility now.”

“That’s not how it works—”

“It is to me.”

You stared at him, heart pounding.

He moved closer. His expression shifted—something softer, something broken just under the surface. But it twisted, too, like he liked the idea of being broken for you.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he admitted, voice low. “You haunt me. The way you looked at me. The way your hands shook while you tried to save me and pretend you didn’t care.”

“You don’t know me.”

“I do. I know you better than they ever will.”

He reached into his jacket—slowly. You tensed. But when his hand came out, he was holding a folded piece of paper. Your breath hitched when he handed it to you.

“I found this in the safehouse,” he said. “Your name. I know it now.”

You didn’t open the paper. Your hand closed around it like it might burn.

“You should’ve stayed gone,” you whispered.

He smiled again. Not a full smile. Just enough to show you he wasn’t afraid.

“You didn’t want me to.”

And the worst part?

He was right.

He moved toward the window again, this time backwards—watching you the whole time like he thought you might vanish if he blinked. Before slipping out, he murmured something that chilled you to the bone:

“I’m not going to let them have you.”

Then he was gone.

And for the second time, you were left standing alone in the dark, wondering what the hell you’d just let into your life.

This wasn’t over.

Not even close.

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Tag:

@magicaldestinyharmony

[thefavouritelamb]

you have some serious fucking daddy issues, not even kidding. fortunately for you, your older yan!boyfriend is here to help you out in fulfilling your fantasies.

he can read you like a book. there's a flush to your cheeks when he kisses your knuckles, dresses you in the prettiest of dresses, praises you while you sit nicely on his lap. he's a wonder to be with because he knows everything that you need—even the ones you didn't know about.

he will make you cum so prettily too. you're bundled up in his embrace, fucking you so roughly but he's muttering sweet words that just makes your entire body weak. your body feels numb as he's thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. the world spins for a moment and he's whispering to you:

"so good for me, sweetheart. feel so good around your daddy. your pussy is going to make a mess for daddy, hm? daddy will make you cum. daddy is going to make you cum so fucking good, sweetheart."

[invincibledc]

Batsib!reader: oh suck a dick. *flips of Jack who is clearly not phased by the aggressive nature of the Al Ghul-Wayne*

Jack: You already do that for me, puddin'. I feel bad that you’re sooo projecting. It makes you look dum—

Batsib then starts to choke the man out with an angry stare plus flustered as Jack laughs manically

[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 :')

[rororonyan]

Yandere korean tiger x ghost darling

"Hm? Running off again? Haah, there's really no manners on you are there.."

Apparently, "A changgwi is a type of ghost in Korean folklore that was killed by a tiger and cannot pass onto the afterlife, forced to serve the tigers for eternity as slaves unless they succeed in luring in a new human victim to take their place instead. (Tigers were often viewed as divine creatures, and were frequently regarded as lords/guardians/gods of their mountains.)"

Okay, well, maybe the tiger killed them on purpose and purposefully keeps them away from travelers because they want to be with their favorite human forever and ever

[fromduck]

Me with you guys simping over hot men

[boyfriendify]

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ㅤan innocent nerd.

–ㅤnerdy high school student who would talk to you about his favorite subject, advanced calculus, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he explains the concepts, making him feel like he's teaching you something new.

–ㅤnerdy high school student who would show you his latest robotics project, his hands moving deftly as he assembles the parts, making you feel like you're witnessing a work of art. he looks up and catches you staring, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but he can't hide the excitement in his eyes.

–ㅤnerdy high school student who would take you to the school's astronomy club, the night sky twinkling above as he points out constellations, making you feel like you're exploring the universe together. as you sit together on a blanket, your leg brushes against his, sending a spark of electricity through his body, making you feel like you're the only one who can make him feel alive.

–ㅤnerdy high school student who would confess his crush on you, his hands shaking as he hands you a handmade coupon book, each page filled with promises of study sessions and gaming marathons, making you feel like you're the only one he's ever wanted. as he looks up at you with adoring eyes, you can see the innocence and vulnerability there, making you feel like you're the only one who can corrupt him.

–ㅤnerdy high school student who would invite you to his bedroom, the walls lined with posters of his favorite sci-fi shows, his hands trembling as he undresses you. as he touches you for the first time, his fingers tracing the contours of your body, he gasps in wonder, making you feel like you're introducing him to a whole new world of pleasure.

–ㅤnerdy high school student who would write you a love letter, his words pouring out his heart, making you feel like you're the only one who can understand him. as he declares his love, his voice filled with emotion, he reveals his deepest desires, including his desire to only belong to you, making you feel like you're the only one who can make him whole.

–ㅤnerdy high school student who would spend the rest of his life making you happy, his love and devotion overflowing as he grows into a brilliant and handsome young man. as he looks up at you with adoring eyes, you can see the promise of a lifetime of love and passion.

–ㅤnerdy high school student who pushes you down onto the bed, his body hovering above yours. he enters you slowly, his cock filling you up as he kisses you possessively. he starts to move, his hips thrusting back and forth as he moaned loudly in your ear while he thrusted harder, hitting your prostate and running the tip of his thumb along the slit in your cock.

©ㅤ-ㅤboyfriendify, 2025. original content, all rights reserved. permission and credit required for sharing or use.

[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-)

[yuutryingtowrite]

Yandere!Maid x Vampire!Reader

A/N: If you like this setting, consider reading about your chef at the castle too. And, if you wanna know more about the levels, check this post :)

Warning: Not nsfw, but suggestive. MDNI. Butler (side character) calls reader “Mistress”

Danger level: ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Submissive level: ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♡ ♡

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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?

[valentine-cafe]

May I have a tiramisu please?!?

[Afab gn reader]

Just thinking about telling Alessio you have a surprise for him while you're in his car!! Telling him you need his hand for it!! And taking it to slip it into your pants so he can feel your panty free cunny!! All wet and ready for him!! Telling him he can have you whenever he wants!!

-🍄

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : tiramisu !! . . . immortal mercenary ⊹ afab gn reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔​​​​​​​﹕verse 781 ꮽ  alessio arias

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a charming, smug inhuman mercenary, with a provocative sense of humor and a few punches to throw in fights

��  ֗ recepit ℘ ... fucking in the back of his car⊹ cw ٬٬ car sex . mocking . fingering . cunnilingus  . 

Really, what should you have expected other than his thick fingers stuffing you full? You wanted to act like a little slut so he'll treat you like one.

"Spillin' all over the fucking seats baby," feverish kisses lay down your neck. He caresses the bob in your throat and sucks down on your shoulder-junction soon enough. It leaves you bucking with a whine. Your pussy flutters around the relentless finger pistons. "This what you wanted? Wanted to get finger-fucked in the car? Yeah?"

He wastes no time in curling up against your sweetspot. You whine and buck up. Toss your head back and attempt to nod your head. "M-Mhhm!" What an honest darling you are,

"Whore." Alessio clicks tuts. Withdraws his hand despite your many protests. Strings of your arousal wiped on your trembling thighs. You huff at him. Only silenced in your brattiness when he dives in. Flushes his face to your pussy and runs his hot tongue along your slit.

You squeal, squeeze around his head and bury your hands into his hair. He takes his feast on your bare pussy. Groaning messy degradation and praises into your wet heat. All you can is put on a fucked-out smile. This turned out more as a gift for you than him.

꒰ ۪ ˖ ࣪ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑢 ... info ꮽ mlist ꮽ verse ꮽ wiki .

[mysticalcrowntyrant]

Yandere author x Reader

You don’t remember when the books started appearing. 

They would just be there, in your mailbox, stacked on your doorstep, sometimes even slid between the windowpanes. Each one was bound in soft leather, your name embossed in gold along the spine. No title, just your name, as if that alone was enough to define the contents. And maybe, in some way, it was. 

You told yourself you wouldn’t read them. That you shouldn’t encourage whoever was sending them. But curiosity is a terrible, gnawing thing, and one night, under the glow of your bedside lamp, you cracked open the first page. 

It was a story about you. 

Not just a character with your name. No. Every detail was exact—the way you twisted your ring when you were nervous, the way you drank your coffee too hot because you didn’t like waiting, the dreams you had as a child that no one else should have known about. 

And he was there, too. The author. Though he never wrote his name, you knew it was him. His descriptions of himself dripped with love and longing, painting him as the perfect counterpart to you. The perfect match. He wrote himself into every chapter, every page, every paragraph, always by your side, always loving, always watching. 

You shivered, snapped the book shut, and shoved it beneath your bed, telling yourself it was just some elaborate prank. Someone close to you with an unsettling imagination. But the books kept coming, and with each one, the stories grew more intimate. More personal. 

More possessive. 

In one, you never left his side. He had written a world where you belonged to him, where your life revolved around him, where the thought of anyone else was unimaginable. In another, anyone who dared to come between you was removed, erased, gone before you even had a chance to notice. And in the latest book, the one that arrived only yesterday, the story ended with you finally seeing him the way he saw you—his perfect other half, his muse, his everything. 

You try to tell yourself it’s fiction, just words on a page, but then you notice something. 

A line. One that wasn’t there before. 

“I’m closer than you think.” 

And when you turn to look at your window, your heart stutters, because for the first time, the books aren’t the only thing that’s been left for you. 

There’s a shadow just beyond the glass, watching. 

Masterlist

[thefavouritelamb]

because the world will go to ruins for you, because your yan!casino owneroyfriend will never lose to anyone but you.

he's strict, he's ruthless. you can't think of another man in the world that would devour the flesh of those who beat him in a game of texas poker. you don't think anyone would want to eat flesh and skin at all. still, when the tides go against him when someone bets with real money—he bets reputation, not wealth—he will not stop until he gets his revenge.

maybe because he's powerful, maybe because he's famous, maybe because he's charming, he gets away with it all the time. you're left to watch from the sidelines of his half empty table the man who will soon regretting betting grands of money to get something from him.

dominque is his name. it's dominque because he lived in a gothic castle with a gothic upbringing; one built of fables of vampires and such. hausse is his last name because it's gods's greatest joke. he's lived in a house of empty hallways and ringing cries of his mother. he's also become the house, a mirror of the greedy and the brave who lose against him.

and you, you are his one exception. you sit at his table betting reputation. you've lost as many times as you won. dominique plays his hand loose with you, always eager to strike a conversation as you consider your next move in jackblack. your hand misses only a four and you're unsure how lucky you will be. still, he talks to you about your day and wonders if you will ever date anyone.

"as if," you laugh as you get a three. "i'm pretty satisfied alone right now. i have you for company though, no?"

you are the only exception. when you come in betting for money, he knows that you're desperate. the world has caught up to you and there's nothing else to offer you but his love. he folds, he bets it all, and you walk away from the house of greed with enough money to deal with the debt placed upon you.

yet, that's not the end, is it? when you return home, it's not anxiety that greets you. it's not burly men with agenda and a license to kill. no, it's not that at all. you're surprised to see the man who you owe money to sit at the head of table, his head served on a plate and mouth drooling paper bills. you want to fucking vomit. you feel sick. his empty eye sockets are fuelled by cents and pennies. an awful feeling of dread creeps up to you

then you see on his neck, a large bite that looks animal-like. suddenly, you know what happened.

when the world is full of greed, when millionaires are fat from raw steak and crawling in their latest automobiles, you're going to stand tall. dominque creeps up behind you, wrapping his arms around your startled frame. you will never not be the exception, you fear. death will follow you because nothing else can. he puts your body to rest in a sheet of gold and kisses your body until you cry the fountain of youth. you will never not be the greatest exception.

footnote this is still a work in progress but this is essentially the fic i'm writing lol

[invincibledc]

MORE JACK X BATBRO PLEASEEEE AAAA

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑴𝒀 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

── .✦ Synopsis: when calling/texting the wrong name, he seems to act cool about it, but he isn’t.

── .✦ Genre: drabble(?)/oneshot/yanderish

── .✦ Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin brother of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Reader and Jack are in their mid teens, 15-17. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

── .✦ Word count: 1,313

TEXTING.

Making the worst mistake of your life was addressing Jack by the wrong name in a text. You know how unpredictable he can be, and that unpredictability can tip into craziness.

It was just a typical day; you were exhausted after school. Your butler picked you and your twin brother, Damian, up, and you rested your head on your hand with a long yawn. Damian stared out the window, clearly bored, while you checked your phone to see Jack blowing up your messages.

“Hey babe,” “What you doin'??”—his texts flashed on the screen, and you let out a sigh of annoyance before responding.

“Hey Jake,” you typed back, oblivious to the glaring error you’d just made. It was a simple slip, but it would send Jack spiraling into overthinking as he stared at his blue and red phone case with those striking dark blue eyes and a crooked smile.

“Seriously? It’s just a harmless mistake. He knows my name is Jack, not Jake,” he chuckled to himself, but a certain scheme began brewing in the back of his mind.

Jack turned off his phone, jaw clenched, and stormed upstairs to his condo. He went straight to his room, rummaging under his bed until he found his computer. With a devious grin, he powered it on and started searching for everyone named “Jake”—everyone but him from your school.

♦︎

Time has passed, you were in your bed with your pajamas. Snoring peacefully, that was until you felt a huge hand grab onto your mouth. Your eyes snap wide, you see a figure with a hand that's slightly tanned, dark, and glistening blue eyes.

You slide your hand slickly under your pillow and pull out a curved dagger. Now your eyes are dark as you pull the arm from you, swiftly raising the arm that held the dagger.

The figure moves back as you stabbed where they were supposedly at. You leaped up, eyes dark and now written with killer instinct as you cursed in Arabic. You gave the intruder a swift kick to the head, they quickly and luckily blocked it with their arm.

Thinking it was over, they tried to stop you only for you to almost stab their side when they were focused on your leg.

The figure then also, grabbed your arm and pinned you down to the floor. Ready to scream, the intruder kisses you.

Eyes widen, and you try to push back when you smell that significant cologne of a certain male that's your boyfriend.

Jack hums into the kiss as he lets you go, but does not let go of your lips interlocking with his. He backs from you, breathing a bit heavy as he stares at your face, the moonlight reflecting off of your handsome features.

“Hello puddin’,” he says lowly, mostly talking low so as to not alert anyone. “I have a question.” you glared at the blonde-haired boy as now his hoarse voice irritated you due to the break-in. “I got a better question. Why the hell are you in my room, and why did you sneak me In my sleep.” Jack moves from you, staring at you with oddly emotionless eyes.

“You answer my question first Y/N,” he says dangerously low. It made a shiver run through your back and arms.

You can now smell something else than his cologne. Its blood.

It's blood you smell.

Your eyes widen as you turn on the light to see the crazed boy covered in blood, mostly fresh and dried due to some on his denim jeans and cheek.

Not his blood.

“Jack.. What did you do?” Jack stood up tall, towering over you as you moved back, eyes widening as he gave you a crazed grin.

“Who’s Jake? Answer correctly.” you raised a brow as you fell onto your bed when trying to move from your crazy boyfriend.

“Jake? Who the hell is Jake??” you harshly said low to not wake up anyone. Jack pulled his phone out and tossed it towards you who effortlessly caught it. “Read,” he demands with his raspy voice.

You gave him a stank face before reading the text message you sent him. Scrunching your face up, you soon realized what this was about. You looked up from the phone to see cold blue eyes, he had a smile that didn't reach his eyes as his head was tilted. Ready to blow up.

Sighing, you handed him his phone to which he just tossed it to the ground.

“Answer,” he says again, his patient is running low. And yours is too as you grabbed his hair, pulling him close to your face. He doesn't even bother to even acknowledge the pain of the grip you have on him.

“Listen to me. It was a clear misspell okay? Possibly an autocorrect, I've been tired of school. And now, I'm tired of you.” you said sternly.

You watch Jack’s cold eyes shift to warmness as he smiles to his eyes.

“Oh, is that so?” he says as he pulls from your grip, taking your hand from his hair as he kisses the hand that can just kill him.

“I see... So maybe killing all those guys was worthless,” he says with a purr, kissing your head. Your eyes widen at what he said, watching as he opened your window and leaped out.

“Bye sweetheart!” you rushed over to see him run off Scott free while you yelled for him.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY!!!??”

CALLING.

Calling him out of his name, anything than; Jack, Jacklyn, Jackie, Beloved, Idiot, Crazed bastard. Anything than that, and he’s all over you, like a damn dog that smells fear off of you.

You simply called him—on accident of course, a random boy’s name that had no certain business coming out of your mouth.

But look where you are now, as Jack has his arms strongly around your waist. “Baby..” he says. Kissing your neck with small little pecks, you felt nervous as you felt him tug you tighter to his chest.

“Who’s this? “Dylan” guy you’re talking about?” he questions as if you don't know the dark thoughts in his head, which are filled with on top with blonde hair.

“I meant to call your name.”

“Didn't seem like it,” he growled into your ear. You go to turn towards him to see how he is just insanely staring you down.

“Tell me. Who is this guy?” he demands with a low voice. His small pecks onto your neck started to turn into bites.

Wincing, you try to pull from his tight grip, but it only gets tighter as he growls.

“Answer, and I’ll be easy on you.” having enough, you headbutt him with the back of your head against his head.

There, Jack finally let you go, shaking away the shock from the hit as he stared at you down.

Glaring, you pointed down to the ground. “Down boy!” immediately after that command, Jack gets down on all fours with dark eyes as he still holds possessiveness to his eyes.

“Listen here, mister. You overthink so damn, it's certainly infuriating how much you lose your simple insanity over a simple miscalling of your name.”

As you keep chastising him, he frowns like a stupid dog and stands up. “Baby..” he whined as he went to hug you, you narrowed your sharp eyes, making them look sharper as Jack groaned annoyed.

“I'm sorry! I’ll get my act together next time. Promise.” crossing your arms after hearing his words. You huff, “you better. I don't have time to try and control you when you get like this.”

After that, you walked out of the room you and him were in. Jack waits before trying to follow you, that was before you yelled.

“NO! On your knees, arms up!” Jack obeys with a pout.

“This is bullshit!!!” he yells after you.

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[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Is Azrael gonna be the love interest of MK reader?

Honestly I was hoping he would but if people don't like it I wouldn't mind it being platonic! I really just wanted someone to love the mk reader in a 'I'd sacrifice the world to have you.' Kind of way.

But I understand that many people liked the fact that this story was platonic for all yandere characters. So I wouldn't want to change the mood for the fic.

[rororonyan]

Full ref for Yandere tiger x changgwi darling

Ga-Eul is a feminine korean given name meaning "autumn"

Edit: i will fix later, he is 6'3 in height and 13 feet in lenght