#yandere anne x reader

[amooo1023]

Out of all of the girls, (especially when she later became an adult in the series) I think she would the tamest of them all due to how much she actually grew during her time in amphibia. I also want to tell you how much I actually enjoyed writing this so thank you anon. Anyways, there's both a romantic and platonic side of Anne in this but the platonic one is way shorter due to how little changes with the romantic one. (There's a small cut between the romantic and platonic involving the reader thinking about their friend. Anyhow, enjoy!

Yandere Jealous Anne x Reader (AFTER HEADCANONS)

• Anne isn't quick to get jealous or violent. However when it came to you, it was mostly suspicions that later turned into jealousy.

• Her thoughts would pass through like "Why were you with them?" Or "Why did you look so happy with them?" She wasn't jealous at first, instead introducing herself to your friend and starting simple conversation to get to know them.

• At first it was nice and simple. Your friend was relatively humble, nice and barely seemed to push any topics. She was fine with them, she didn't mind you being friends with them.

• Depending on how your friend felt about you, maybe they were in love with you or maybe they were simply your best friend. Anne would eventually get jealous.

• If your friend romantically liked you she would be quick to get irritated. However not showing an inch of frustration or retaliation towards them. Only listening while silently seething her teeth.

• She would notice how happy they made you, and although she was happy you were happy it was more less over that you might catch feelings for them. And she noticed your blush tinting and reforming on your cheeks whenever they were near you. Because of this she grew jealous and would be a lot quicker to even get there due her noticing your friend's romantic feeling to you.

• She was jealous she couldn't make you blush or smile that warmly at her. She wanted to be in your arms and also you be in her arms, but those goals and dreams had slowly started to crack the more your friend who obviously loved you showed you affection and you only reciprocating it.

• She was also starting to notice how you slowly but shortly started to gain feelings for them too. It was draining.

• Anne would probably try to manipulate you and your friend. And although she wasn't that good at it she knew almost everything about you already so it wasn't that hard to make you see her more than your friend. And while she slowly got more affectionate with you, you would be with her more and more. While she was spreading lies about you to your friends and lying about your friend to you.

Your friend would then suddenly disappear from your life. A friend you once thought you loved and knew. But perhaps it was for the best. Anne told you about what they did, she was bad influence, you knew better now.

• Again Anne would use any method besides violence to get people out of the equation and even then she doesn't always need to get rid of them.

• What if your friend like you platonically then? How would Anne even manage to get jealous then? Simple, they were stealing you away from her. Or you gained feelings for them.

• Almost every single moment of your life would be spent with your friend and she went mostly ignored. You would always hang out with them. It was unfair. She wished she could be as good of a friend you considered your friend to be. No, infact she was BETTER than your friend. She could be better! Just give her a chance, just let her prove herself to you.

• It didn't take long before you announced them as your best friend which hurt Anne. She didn't show it though.

• But at the same time she knew your friend wasn't exactly bad so she kind've felt bad about distancing both you from each other.

• Anne would probably do the exact same thing to both of you if it was platonic. It would be just less quicker and less affectionate and well all romance.

• Anne isn't really a bad yandere, even when she's jealous she's not THAT bad. She's actually pretty tame due to how much she grew during her time in amphibia. She would probably be worse if she were still the teenager who first got warped into that portal. Just falling madly in love with another teenager who she felt was just like her.

• Again probably the most tame out of all of the girls, Sasha would probably be in the middle and Marcy would probably be the worst of them all considering her obsessive and otherwise sometimes delusional clingy behavior.

[aphroditelovesu]

Hello, can you do a headcannon Yandere (father) King Henry and Yandere (mother) Anna Boleyn with their only surviving son?

❝ 👑 — lady l: I really like the idea of ​​them being platonic yanderes for a son, so I hope you like it! Forgive me for any mistakes and good reading! ❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, overprotection, mention of miscarriages, murder and implied cheating and toxic relationships.

❝👑pairing: platonic yandere!henry viii/anne boleyn x son!reader.

Anne was desperate to conceive a male heir, her only hope of staying alive and maintaining the interest of the King who, after some miscarriages and the birth of a daughter, has already began to wander towards one of her ladies-in-waiting.

So when she discovered a new pregnancy, she desperately prayed for a son and that she wouldn't suffer another miscarriage. She could not bear the loss and pain. Henry was pleased with the new pregnancy, but worried. Anne had already had several miscarriages and was only able to produce one healthy child, a daughter.

Anne took great care of herself during her pregnancy, taking care of what she ate and drank and trying to maintain good health. The first few months were the most tense, with fear enveloping both Anne and Henry. As the pregnancy progressed and there was no miscarriage, Anne became more confident.

When the day finally arrived to give birth, she was anxious. Henry was also anxious and he was so nervous when he heard Anne screaming outside the room, he didn't know what to think. When a baby's cries finally came after what seemed like hours, he entered the room.

Anne held her baby on her lap and cried softly and when a doctor approached Henry and said, "Congratulations, Your Majesty. You have an heir", it was the first time that Henry felt complete happiness. When he picked you up, he was smiling from ear to ear. Not only were you the much-desired male heir but you also saved your mother's head.

Both of them would be extremely overprotective of their only son and those close to you will be scrutinized. Henry has become very paranoid about your safety and takes every precaution possible.

You are always by your mother or father's side, you cannot be alone at any time with a stranger. Anne, especially, would like to keep you sewn to her side all the time. She cares about you a lot and is always checking up on you. When you get sick, she becomes paranoid that you will die.

You are your parents' greatest pride and Henry doesn't try to hide it. He neglects all his other children and gives you all his love and affection. He takes you for walks, hunting and spoils you with all the perks that a future King deserves. In addition to showing you off before the Court. After all, you are the future King.

They are both very proud of anything you do. Any milestone, no matter how small, will be applauded by them. Your first words, the first time you walked and everything else will be treated with great celebration. Expensive parties are thrown in your honor all the time.

As you grow up, they become even more overprotective and controlling. Anne does not want you to leave the Court under any circumstances and Henry allows you to do so, but only with many guards. There were many threats lurking and they couldn't let anything happen to you. May God forbid anything from happening to you as the results will be disastrous.

Anne hates it when you spend time with other people, especially if they are women. The only women you need in your life are your mother and your older sister, Elizabeth. Although she understands that's a part of a man's life, she still doesn't like it and any potential mistress or love interest will be dealt with quickly. She is your mother, so no one has more right to you than her.

Henry is more than aware of his wife's actions and although he doesn't encourage them, he doesn't reprimand her. In fact, he's probably the one who encourages you to enjoy your life even if it always leads to fights with Anne. It was worth it when you looked happy. And your happiness is very important to him.

Your potential friends will be scrutinized and if your parents don't like them, they will leave. Henry and Anne won't sentence them to death at first, but if you or they are stubborn, they will be tried for treason. Don't you understand that you shouldn't trust anyone other than your own family? Your parents are the only ones who want the best for you.

Henry and Anne are smothering and protective parents but they only have your best interests at heart. They want you to live a full and happy life, but with them by your side. You were everything they both wanted and they would be damned if they let anything happen to you. England still does not know the fury of its monarchs nor the overwhelming love they feel for their only son.

[ooo-yeah-baby]

im the anon from earlier lol

can i request a yandere gilbert blythe where it's his and the readers' wedding day? and then maybe including at the end them "cuddling" in bed together but it's really him holding her tightly whispering about some future together while she cries

sorry if that's a little morbid, i just thought it'd be a cool part two to the first one you posted

Arranged Pt 2

Yandere Gilbert Blythe x reader

I only write sfw, feel free to make requests. Thank you for asking!! Kinda short and not proof read. Enjoy :)

I love you..." his voice rings in your ears. 

"You're so beautiful..." his words make your skin crawl. 

"Are you listening?" You have no choice. 

From the moment your mother made you let him in to the note on the school board to shuffling down the isle this morning, you were miserable. 

Possibly the only enjoyable part of this was seeing how proud your mother was the whole way through. She had fixed up her old wedding dress and fitted it to you. She made you up like a doll for the ceremony. And as your father walked you down the isle you could see tears falling from her eyes. He was so happy. It would have been discomforting if you had thought too much into it though.

Gilbert stared in astonishment as you walked down the aisle in the church. When you arrived at the altar you wanted so badly to repeat the same actions as  Prissy had. Run out of the church and into the field. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

After the ceremony the reception was held. Your family and friends all told stories of both you and Gilbert- which were very much exaggerated for the occasion. 

Anne had written a poem, Josey made a few snide comments, Ruby talked up every interaction you'd had with Gilbert as if she hadn't been in love with him just a year ago.

It all made you so sick that you couldn't even swallow your food. 

Finally you were here. In Gilbert's home. Bash in the room next door caring for his baby, and Gilbert hugging you from behind, his face in the crook of your neck. 

"Are you listening Y/N?" He repeats, giving your body a small squeeze. You nod, tears sliding down your cheeks and over your nose. "I'm sorry..." he takes a deep breath. 

"For what?" You ask, knowing the answer. He'd done this countless of times in the last few months. Apologizing but never changing. 

"I want you to be happy..." you don't respond. It's easier to tune him out. "I'm aware you didn't want thus marriage..." you've fought him every step of the way on this. "So I'm sorry for forcing this onto you..." he's not sorry. He's quite right happy with himself. "But I do love you." The tears begin streaming down your face. "and I'll make sure you're happy. We can have a happy little family- if you want!" He stutters a bit. "We don't have to have kids if you don't want any. It's up to you." He thinks for a second. "It could just be us- and Bash and Delphine, of course."

This isn't love, to you. It's possession. It's kidnapping. It's grotesque and disgusting. Love is supposed to be flowery and sweet.

Maybe you could've had a real romance if Gilbert had approached you correctly; Walked up to you in class, talked to you about your day, invited you over for a nice meal and took your wants and needs into consideration. But that's not what he did. He went to your parents, who gave him his guaranteed spouse. It was as if nothing you thought or felt mattered. 

"I love you, Y/N..." he leans over and kisses you on the cheek. "You don't have to say it back." Then reaches over and blows out the candle. 

You rub your eyes dry and your cheek raw. 

[gulnarsultan]

Hello, hope your having a lovely day!!

I was wondering if you could write about (Fem) Reader who is Yandere Anna Boleyn's twin sister but she The Yandere Boleyn family's most precious jewel?

What will be The Boleyn's reaction when King Francis I came to English court and reader caught the eyes of King Francis I and later, became a Yandere for her? Would they allow King Francis I to marry her or not?

Hello darling. I hope you like it.

Y/N Boleyn. Younger child and third daughter of Thomas and Elizabeth. Anne's twin sister. The young Lady who was famous for her beauty and intelligence. Since childhood, Y/N Boleyn has always grown up surrounded by her family. Her friends were her two older sisters and her older brother. She was not allowed to make friends with other people. Thomas and his wife were very reluctant to marry off their little daughter. But one day saw King Francis i of France and the sweet Boelyn daughter. He fell in love with this beautiful Lady at first sight. Without wasting any time, he announced his intention to marry the Boleyn girl. Thomas didn't want his daughter to leave. But he didn't want to miss the chance to give his daughter a perfect life and the opportunity to further strengthen their family. Elizabeth was thinking of her daughter's happiness. Frankly, the only thing she wants when she wants to leave her daughter is for her to have a happy family. Mary was reluctant to leave her little sister. However, her sister's happiness was more important to her. George was not keen on his sister leaving. However, just like his mother and sister, he also wanted his sister to be happy. Anne was very angry. She didn't want to leave her sister. She would either prevent this marriage or accept it on the condition that she would go with her sister.

[randoms-fandoms]

Hi can I request a yandere adult calamity trio x reader headcanons please

Yep! I love stories where multiple yanderes share the same beloved <3

Warnings: possessiveness, stalking, obsessive behavior, guilty feelings, kidnapping (more like they just don’t let you leave, but yk),

🥀(I don’t know all the names for the yandere types/mbti things, but I’m gonna try to describe them—)

🥀Sasha, of course, is a manipulator. She’s unpredictable, cunning, and willing to get violent over you. She wants you all to herself, with the exception of her girls of course 💙💚 you’re not the first person she’s been like this about, but the others were just unrequited crushes. This time it’s true love, right?

🥀Marcy is more careful and precise about how she loves you— on the surface, she seems more normal, but that’s just because she can’t bear the idea of you hating her, so she obsesses in secret (except for Anne and Sasha— they’re just as fucked up as she is). She’s the type to steal your things and takes tonnns of photos. She’s the brains of the operation.

🥀Anne feels really guilty about her obsessive feelings. Shes more the dramatic and sad type, who’s only happiness comes from her beloved <3 she knows it too, it’s happened time and time again. It’s just how she loves. she doesn’t want you to be unhappy, so she’ll bend over backwards to please you. She’d do anything for you.

💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌

🥀 you didn’t even know them prior to what happened. It was a mystery to you why they would choose you as their target.

🥀of course, it wasn’t really a choice. It was fate. Destiny. You were meant to be with them— each of them knew it since the first time they saw you.

🥀Marcy had flown out to California to visit Anne and Sasha, but after meeting you and realizing that she couldn’t live apart from you, she decided to move back.

🥀at the time of your meeting, you were working full time waiting on patrons at a high end restaurant— you were good at your job, but it was demanding.

🥀Anne, Sasha, and Marcy were having a nice girls night out, wanting to catch up after a few months of not really getting to talk much. Anne chose the restaurant mostly at random, but thank goodness it happened to be the one you worked at!

🥀Sasha saw you first. She thought you looked lovely, even in just your work uniform. You weren’t even waiting their table, she just spotted you across the room.

🥀Anne and Marcy recognized that smile as soon as it graced her face. The thrill of finding something new to cherish. “Look at that cutie,” she was casual enough, any outsider might just think she was planning to ask you on a date.

🥀Marcy was shameless, selfish almost. She felt no apprehension when she decided to let herself fall for you. She’s been so good for so long, she’s earned this. “Oooh, look, Anne!” She could hardly take her eyes off of you from then on. She had always adored pretty things, she just couldn’t stop staring.

🥀Anne didn’t want to look. She knew what would happen. She didn’t know if she wanted to fall in love again, it always hurt so bad. Even if things went well and she ended up dating the person she was interested in, it was all too much— she would start to worry, then she would rationalize getting too clingy and too close. Before long she would be afraid to let you out of her sight, and then you would leave her. Because she was broken, and couldn’t be normal about love. She knew she couldn’t stand it. “No, not again.” She groaned, putting her face in her hands. I was doing so well, why again? Sasha and Marcy are really a bad influence…

🥀”Come on, Anne. It won’t be like last time.” Sasha lied. “I can get their number for you if you want to ask them on a date,” she said with a smile. It was barely on the edge of a teasing, predatory grin; you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t looking for it, but Anne and Marcy saw. “You can have a perfectly normal relationship… as long as you promise to share.”

🥀Easily pressured, easily falling back into old habits, Anne glanced behind her. She saw you then, and you were the most perfect person she’d ever seen. You looked tired and worn down, taking directions from your boss, but there was a hint of defiant annoyance that made her heart skip. She wanted to take you far away and keep you, so you wouldn’t have to work so hard. She knew she could take care of your every need, if you just let her.

🥀Marcy and Sasha smiled watching her face darken with a blush. “See? Nothing wrong with looking.” Marcy giggled. “I think someone has a crush~”

🥀”Should we wait ‘till their shift is over?” Sasha asked under her breath.

🥀”No! I-I mean, you can if you want, I just— I don’t know if I want to move so fast.” Anne felt flustered. She wondered if you had seen her in the crowd, if you had thought she was pretty.

🥀”I guess we could do things the old fashioned way, like when we were in school.” Marcy mused. Anne frowned. Stalking. That’s what you mean.

🥀Marcy and Sasha were perfectly normal the rest of the night. It kind of put Anne on edge. Did that even happen? How can they act so nonchalant with them in the room? Disgust in herself boiling deep in her stomach, causing her to loose her appetite, Anne realized she didn’t even know your name. And she was already so infatuated it was like you were on a radar, she was aware of your every move. Creep.

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🥀Of course Marcy and Sasha hadn’t forgotten about you. They just knew Anne would take a while to get used to having these feelings again. For them, there was no guilt. It was like a game. It was fun. They were almost glad to have another special person to fixate on.

🥀As they were heading out to the car, Sasha had taken a peek at your name tag. She thought your name was very nice. Of course she told Marcy and Anne this new information later that night. She laughed, imagining how their group chat would turn into nothing but you in the foreseeable future.

🥀Marcy was in town for another week. She knew she didn’t have much time. That night, she had a hard time getting to sleep. She couldn’t stop thinking about you. She wondered and wondered and wondered if you were dating anyone. I wonder if I’m their type? Do they even like girls?

🥀mumbling your name over and over to herself, Marcy spent the rest of the night looking you up online. She was able to track down pretty much all of your social media accounts. She took countless screenshots of your posts— even if you didn’t post photos, or anything personal, just knowing your thoughts was important to her. It’s like you’re telling me this! It’s like I’m in your mind! She thought, pretending you were there with her, face flushed. She really had missed having someone to love.

🥀The next morning she was still awake on the couch when Anne walked into the main room of her apartment to make breakfast. She knew what Marcy had been doing. She still had that guilty feeling, but she let Marcy ramble and infodump everything she learned about you as they ate breakfast together. She secretly wanted to know too.

🥀That morning when you woke up you had three new followers on all your social media accounts. You wondered if maybe they were old forgotten friends you knew in high school— it’s not like your personal accounts were very popular, you had no idea why they would want to follow you. For some reason they looked a little familiar, though.

🥀Sasha was already getting restless by the third day. She had spent a good few hours parked outside your place of work or in the surrounding businesses each day, but she wanted to talk to you. Every moment she didn’t have you, you might be falling in love with someone else. Imagining it made her chest tighten up. She told herself she was just angry, just protective, but she was also scared. What if they don’t even like me? Sasha hated getting rejected. She hated losing.

🥀She texted the group chat on your lunch break the fourth day. I’m doing it. She then turned off her phone, even though she knew Anne would be panicking.

🥀do what?? Sash dont

🥀There were a number of things Anne could interpret that to mean. Stalking in real life instead of just online? She already was. Asking you out on a date? Anne certainly wouldn’t put it past her. Kidnapping you? The mental image of Sasha manhandling you into the back of her shiny red convertible was disgustingly thrilling to Anne. She felt sick to her stomach from guilt.

🥀When Sasha approached you in the fancy bakery across the street you usually ate your lunch at, you were a bit intimidated. You instantly recognized that she was there to flirt, and you weren’t necessarily opposed to it, but it had been a while since you had been with anyone. You weren’t feeling too confident in yourself, and Sasha knew that.

🥀”Hey, mind if I sit by you? All the other tables are taken, and you look the friendliest.” Sasha had said casually. She laughed, feigning embarrassed, shrugging her shoulders. “My name is Sasha.”

🥀You introduced yourself, surprised at how bubbly and talkative she was. You were beyond curious about her— what is that facial scar from?— but it wasn’t polite to ask, so you just smiled and nodded along.

🥀It was like a dream. Sasha knew just the right things to say because she had read months back in your social media posts. She had researched your interests, your favorite TV shows, made jokes she knew you would laugh at… she was perfect for you.

🥀You didn’t hesitate at all when Sasha asked for your phone number. “We should hang out this weekend. Wanna go to the movies with me?” She flashed a grin, pretending to be charmingly shy. She knew there was a new one playing in theaters you’d been dying to see.

🥀”Sure. It’s a date.” You said playfully. You went back to work with a smile on your face.

🥀I’ve got a date ;)

🥀Anne breathed a sigh of relief when she received that message— Sasha hadn’t done anything too drastic. She felt a pang of jealousy, but knew that it was useless. She would always have to share with Sasha— either that or get her heart crushed when Sasha inevitably swooped you away. It had happened once before, the very first time the three girls had fallen so deeply in love with the same person. She and Sasha had both asked someone out, and they had chosen Sasha. The loss had devastated Anne so much that she decided she’d rather share than be beaten again. That’s how she had settled into the group’s routine of obsession.

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🥀That Saturday, Anne was off work, and Sasha had her date. As she got dressed in a stylish pair of slacks and casual patterned button up shirt, Anne wished she was going too. Marcy was content to wait— that’s because Sasha had let her in on a secret. This wasn’t going to be just a date. The two of them wished her luck before she left Anne’s apartment.

🥀Three hours after Sasha left, Anne heard the front door of her apartment open. She’s back already? She was surprised to hear that the other girl wasn’t alone. The sound of an unfamiliar voice accompanied her, hushed joking and giggles, a familiar voice she’d heard in the restaurant only a week ago.

🥀Anne’s heartbeat sped up. They’re in my apartment! Why didn’t Sasha tell me? She sat up in bed, feeling her blood run cold. I hope they don’t think it’s too messy… she stood up and made her way to the cracked bedroom door.

🥀”Are you sure your roommates won’t mind me coming over for dinner?” Your hesitant voice was like music to Anne’s ears. She felt a smile creep onto her face. Feeling a rush of excitement, she gave in. Fuck it. I’ll play along.

🥀”Hey Sash, home already? How was your date?” Anne left her room and made her way to the entry area. She was nervous as hell, but tried to act cool.

🥀Sasha put on a show of acting annoyed. “I guess I could introduce you…” she said, telling Anne your name as if she didn’t already know practically everything about you. “I thought you guys would already be asleep, so I thought we could come back here and cook something to save money.” She explained.

🥀You and Anne also got along well. You noticed that Anne was acting awkward around you, but thought that that was because Sasha had unexpectedly brought someone home.

🥀At some point Marcy came back from the errands she was running, and joined the three of you in cooking. You were surprised, not expecting to meet so many new people, but they both seemed like reasonable young women. Sasha, of course, was just perfect.

🥀”I should be getting home… Sasha, would you mind driving me?” You eventually said, after another few hours. It was really getting late.

🥀That was when the first red flag popped up. Sasha’s face dropped. You caught a glimpse of her face pulled into an almost confused looking glare before she smiled again, a little agitated. “Uh, actually, I don’t think so.”

🥀You were confused. Sasha had done all the driving that evening, how did she expect you to get home? Little did you know, Sasha didn’t expect you to go home at all.

🥀Bouncing her leg up and down in barely contained excitement, Marcy leaned into your view. “Why don’t you stay?”

🥀You we’re beginning to get uncomfortable. “Uh, I don’t have my overnight stuff…” you glanced around for answers, eyes landing on Anne.

🥀Anne looked scared. She was sweating buckets, face flushed, fingernails peeling at her already bleeding cuticles. At this point she was regretting every decision that lead up to this moment, every time she should have protected you from Sasha and Marcy. And me, she thought, feeling her heart drop.

🥀”Don’t chicken out now, Anne.” Sasha’s voice was cold. It was like she could read Anne’s mind. Sasha then turned to face you, smiling again. “You’re staying with us.”

🥀”What do you mean?”

🥀Sasha rolled her eyes, but Marcy took the time to explain. “You can’t leave. You’ll live here in Anne’s apartment now. We can get you anything you want, we can do anything you need, just… stay here.” She said, voice wavering a little.

🥀Finally understanding— these girls aren’t as safe as I thought they were— you looked back at Anne. She just stared. “Anne? This is weird, right?”

🥀Anne shook her head, resigning herself. “…Sorry.”

🥀”Now, let’s turn in for bed. Do you want to take a shower? You can borrow some of my clothes.” Sasha said casually.

🥀You shook your head quickly, frowning at Sasha. “I’m not staying here.” You stood up and made a break for the door— it was easy to reach, Anne’s apartment was tiny— but before you knew it, Sasha was behind you.

🥀She covered your mouth with her hand and managed to restrain you easily. “Help me out,” she called to Anne and Marcy.

🥀Anne just watched. She watched as you struggled, trying to bite Sasha’s fingers. She watched as Marcy snuck up behind you, smiling wide, and hit you over the head— just enough to knock you out. She watched as Sasha caught you in her strong arms and gently laid you on the hard wood floor, sighing.

🥀"You gonna help out? Or did you change your mind again?" Sasha said to Anne, exasperated.

🥀Swallowing nervously, Anne nodded.

🥀Then the next thing you remember is waking up in Anne’s room, gently restrained. The three of them take care of you, even hand feeding you until you’ve given up enough to not fight when they untie you.

🥀You choose now: how long does it take before you stay voluntarily? Will you ever give in and let yourself be loved by them? It’s up to you!

A/N: hope this is alright! I had fun writing it, especially Anne agonizing over everything lol

[noellawrites]

“Blissful” Marriage - yandere!Billy Andrews x fem!reader

summary: your husband Billy has a surprise for your fifth wedding anniversary, but it’s not what you might think

warnings: arranged marriage mention, abusive relationship, Billy being an asshole obviously

As soon as you woke up next to your sleeping husband, you were hit with the brutal realization that today was somehow significant. As you took a deep breath, you tried to remember. It wasn't a holiday, nor was it either of your children's birthdays.

You pondered it as you prepared breakfast for your family in the quiet kitchen. The sun rose around you as you buttered toast and scrambled the eggs. Then all of a sudden, you dropped your knife with a clatter.

It was you and Billy's wedding anniversary.

It had been five years since your father handed you over to Billy Andrews, neither of you even eighteen years old when the wedding occurred.

You loved your children more than anything, but sometimes Billy felt like your third child. He had cooled down from his teenage years now with both of you in your early twenties, thankfully.

"Breakfast ready yet?" Billy asked from behind you. You hadn't even heard him come down the stairs.

You turned around, "almost, sorry."

"Hurry up, I'm hungry and the kids will be up soon," Billy sneered, grabbing the plate of bacon and taking it to the table.

Your husband sat and stared as you tried to set the table quickly. You could hear your son and daughter stirring in their rooms upstairs, and you'd have to carry your daughter with you as she was only two.

"Can you finish bringing the food over, Billy? I have to get Steph," you said hurriedly.

"Isn't that your job?" he groaned.

"Billy—“

"It's my wedding anniversary, I'm not doing any work," he stated, leaving no room for discussion.

You trudged up the stairs, each step feeling more difficult than the last. You were pregnant again, around four months in. You pitied the next poor child who would suffer at the hands of Billy Andrews being their father.

"Stephie, c'mere. Mama's got you," you cooed as you lifted your little girl out of her crib.

"Mama!" she giggled, her sweet little voice bringing a smile to your face.

You heard your son, William Junior, run down the stairs ahead of you, ready to greet his father. Billy was your son's favorite person, which scared you more than anything. You didn't want to raise a mini Billy, yet he'd insisted on naming his firstborn son after him anyway.

The four of you sat down at the table, Billy pulling you down onto the bench next to him and kissing you harshly on the mouth.

"Mommy, daddy, eww!" William laughed, with Stephanie's giggle following close behind.

"You kids are going over to Aunt Priscilla's today to play with your cousins," Billy stated, placing his hand on your thigh underneath the table.

"But dad, why?" William whined, slamming his fork on the table next to his plate.

"It's your mother and I's anniversary and I have something special planned," he said, fingers inching towards your undergarments.

You were scared, but slightly aroused. Billy, though not husband of the year, was pretty good in bed. He was always more concerned with his own pleasure, but you enjoyed being close to him, making him happy. It made you feel like a good wife.

—

Billy shut the door behind his sister as she left with your kids in tow, ready to spend a fun day with their cousins.

"So, what do you have planned?" you ask, turning and smiling to your husband. He dropped his arm from around your waist and looked at you with a hardened expression.

"Get on the ground."

"Billy, what—“

"YOU HEARD ME!" he yelled, pointing his finger directly at your face.

Wordlessly, you bent down onto the floor. Your husband threw a wet, vinegary sponge at you and crossed his hands across his chest.

"These floors are disgusting and you have no excuses. The bathrooms will be next. On my anniversary of suffering through marriage with you, I at least deserve to have a clean home," Billy growled.

You looked down. It hadn't even been a full week since you did the floors, and you felt nauseous after your descent to the floor, but you blinked back your tears and went to work anyway.

You crawled around like that for hours, dodging Billy's criticisms and suffering your way through your fifth wedding anniversary.

All of a sudden, you stood up and stomped over to where your husband sat in his study.

"Billy, what did I do wrong? I know our other anniversaries hadn't been much but... at least it seemed like you'd cared for me," you frown.

"I've been too nice to you lately and I need to put you back in your place. You are my wife and therefore my property," he declared.

"Billy, I raise your kids, take care of your home and do nothing but love you," you sniffle, almost pleading with him.

"I have grown tired of you. Get out of my sight," he stated simply.

You looked into his blue eyes and saw nothing, no traces of guilt or any feelings beyond anger.

Without another word, you turned around and headed outside, going straight to your garden. You at least wanted to bring some pretty flowers into your home on your anniversary, if nothing else.

You tried not to think of that dreadful day when your freedom and innocence was stolen away five years ago, but it lingered in your mind.

[helpfandom]

Yandere! Hathaway! Catwoman x Platonic reader. HC's.

Thanks to my bestie you get Catwoman.

Surprisingly, she picked you simply because you looked like you would go along with whatever she said if she needed an alibi.

She saw you across the street when running from Daggett, made a quick second judgement and pretended to be your mom for a moment. She actually didn't mind pretending to be your mom, since you went along so quickly with what she wanted. Maybe you would do that for other things...

After such a weird experience with someone pretending to be your mom for a moment or two to escape some weirdos, you shrugged it off and went about your day

For some reason or another though, she couldn't get you out of her mind. You just,, accepted whatever she was doing. What kind of a life does this kid live where they accept defeat immediately?

She follows you home after finding out more about you in about a week. She watches you go about your life all while thinking about how if she can't have a good life, how she can't escape, then maybe she make your life better by being your new mom!

It takes about a month of watching you live your life for her to snap and decide to kidnap you. Even faster if Bane is out on the loose.

If Bane is out: She locks you up so tight Arkham wishes they had that security. She is faster to kidnap you because she is scared of what they might do to a poor kid like you who doesn't know how the world works. [Regardless of what life you lived or live, she still believes that whole-heartedly.]

If Bane hasn't happened yet: She is a little slower to kidnap you, takes more time to watch you and learn more about you. She steals no longer for herself, but for you. She wants to give you the best life she can, she's trying her best.

After she has kidnapped you, you're tied up with rope and duct tape. She'll walk into the room [she has cameras only in your room to make sure you don't hurt yourself.] That you're placed in and set down some food and explain that since: "The world isn't kind Kiddo, I mean, look at me, I'm... anyway, I'm your new mom. Don't worry darling, I can take care of you."

Unironically, I fully believe that she would use the whip on you to punish you which hurts like hell since she normally uses it for fighting.

"Don't worry Kiddo, momma can take care of you. I know the world is cruel sometimes. But that's why I have to protect you! Momma's got you, don't worry sweetie."

[multifanlol]

Hey I loved the headcanons you did for Marcy you did a good job! Think you could do ones for Anne and Sasha as well?

Thanks! And Sure! I’ll do them individually so expect Sashas one maybe atleast sometime tomorrow or the day after!

Tw: Mentions of stalking, general yandere stuff

Anne would def have a hero complex like even with small stuff like helping you with your homework like she’d even know how to do it herself 💀

And it’d have to be specifically her like if she saw someone else helping you she’d flip because what do they think there doing? Your her damsel in distress

I feel like before Amphibia she wouldn’t be that bad like maybe follows you around everywhere to the point it’s considered stalker-ish and maybe seemingly seems obsessed with borrowing your stuff and them never being returned

During and after Amphibia though? Oh boy….

I feel like she’d attempt to be have a more dominant controlling personality towards you like Sasha but it wouldn’t be Anne per say and more of attempting to be like Sasha particularly in the earlier episodes she’d be like that

Is probably the least worst out of the three like if you looked at her then at the other two she’d say she isn’t that bad lol

After Sasha and Marcy betray her she kinda loses it

I mean it’s not like she thinks you will betray her but she knew Sasha and Marcy ever since kindergarten and they betrayed her in barely even minutes she’d kinda lose it

“Listen s/o i can’t and won’t lose you either! I’m sorry, this feels like the only way i can trust and not lose you….”

(You guys can interpret what she meant by that 🙃)

I feel like the one thing she’d have as a advantage is the planters i mean she’s Anne! Im sure they wouldn’t question her weird obsession with this other same creature in fact i don’t think they’d understand and think it’s “cute” even

Is def overly affectionate like either hand holding, lots and lots of kissing even if your not dating she still would and especially lots of hugs like especially if you both splitted up girl would never let go of you 😭

After how much confidence she’s gained through Amphibia she would become somewhat possessive when you get back it’s best not to underestimate her especially with all those combat moves she’s learned 😭

Might be off key but i feel like she’d have some sort of ego thinking she’s the only one that’s best for you and nobody else could possibly treat you as could as she could! I mean, she’s Anne Boonchuy! Might be somewhat manipulative without realising it

“You really think (insert person) could treat you as good as i could? After everything we’ve been through at Amphibia?! I’m sorry s/o but you really can’t see what’s right and wrong for you!”

Overall i feel like Anne wouldn’t be as bad as the other two which is why it’s so short 😭 but still has the upper hand yk yk with how likeable she is i feel like she could easily win you over or get others to help her but overall that’s kinda it I’ll try to post Sasha’s tomorrow since I’ll be kinda busy with school and stuff sorry it’s so short 😭

[akirawrites24]

Can I please ask for the part too where Ann finds out that Hachi likes Ann too but he thinks she is interested in someone else

Alright.

Yandere!Ann Takamaki x Hachi (oc)

Fandom: Persona 5

Disclaimer: Hachi belongs to @nunezs-stuff

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Ann was extremely happy when she knew he loved her back.

More obsessed than ever unfortunately.

Hachi doesn't notice it at all.

Now everyone that looks at him will die, male or female. Doesn't matter anymore.

Would stalk him more now.

She really thought he wouldn't love her.

Cuts the Phantom Thieves from her life to be with him.

If she has her will of rebellion, she still does but twisted too.

Palace infiltration time.

[cozymoko]

Wild, Wild West 𐚁

Introduction fic for my cowboy OC idea. I hope you guys like this. This was in my drafts for at least half a year, haha.

Pairing: Yandere Cowboy x City Girl! Reader

Format: Short fic; 1.4k words

WARNING(S): Yandere themes, possessive, minor insecurity from reader.

Synopsis: Jealousy, Jealousy, read all about it! When in a new environment, insecurities are bound to surface. Why don't you go get you a drink to simmer down a bit?

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

The old Texas sun was relentless, harsher than usual, beating down on the skin of those poor townspeople just going about their day. Its temper reminded you of your late grandmother, always nagging and pestering like there was no tomorrow.

You found refuge near the large clumps of hay by the stables. The smell was familiar—unpleasant, sure, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

Why the hell were you out here? Damn you for wanting to tag along, keeping that big oaf company. He couldn’t stop poking fun at you, pushing you past your limits. It was like he knew you inside and out, from the surface of your pampered skin to the depths of your fluttering heart. For a man who wasn’t too fond of school, he sure seemed to study you a lot.

And speak of the devil. He wiped dirt and grime off the worn denim that hung low at his waist. “What’s the matter, darlin’?” he called out, glancing over his shoulder to meet your eyes. “You don’t look too hot.”

Hell, that was an understatement.

He sauntered over, slipping his hat off his head. His long strides had him at your side in moments, staring down at your seated position. Pushing his deep auburn hair from his damp skin, he squatted next to you. “What’s the matter?” he asked, placing the hat back on his head.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, torn between telling him and keeping your annoyance to yourself. You weren’t even doing any heavy lifting, just spectating, but somehow, that made the heat even worse.

“It’s hot,” you mumbled, swallowing your pride.

“Then take your shirt off.” He grinned, raising a brow. “It’s just you ‘n me today, and it’s not like I haven’t seen you without it anyhow—”

“Stop!” you shouted, hugging your knees to your chest. If not for the heat, you’d have flushed even redder.

“Alright, suit yourself.” Jamie smirked, planting a kiss on your temple before rising to his feet in one swift motion. He turned back to his polished truck, the one he treated like gold. Sometimes, you swore he loved that hunk of metal more than anything, but you’d soon learn that his world revolved around you.

Your eyes followed his back, tracing the way his muscles moved with each twist of the wrench. Jamie was a tease, but damn if he wasn’t easy on the eyes. Your gaze drifted to the tattoos scattered across his tanned skin, lingering on the intricate, slightly faded markings near his jugular—your name, carved right there. The sight of it made you hot all over, and you found yourself popping open a few buttons.

You had told that stubborn fool not to get it, warning him that tattoos were permanent and took hours of pain to remove.

“Why’re you sayin’ something like that?” he’d chuckled back then. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I get this baby removed, sugarplum.”

The memory made you want to laugh. Jamie was as stubborn as a bull—and as big as one too. Too bad all that stubbornness would be the death of him. Not literally, of course.

“You wanna help me with the cattle? Think they need some lovin’, too.”

You tilted your head, a spark of hope flaring up. Maybe he was serious about wanting your help, about spending time together—maybe he was letting you be part of this place, tending to your shared home. But then he shrugged.

“Or I could get Mary Anne to come by. She’s always good with ’em—knows her way around horses like she was born with ’em.”

Mary Anne. Just the mention of her name made your blood boil. You’d seen her—all soft curls and sweet smiles, the kind of girl who fit right in here. Unlike you.

Your lips thinned, the jealousy rising like a rattlesnake. “Oh, is that so?” you asked, trying to keep your voice even despite the bitterness creeping in. “Mary Anne this, Mary Anne that—why don’t you just go on and ask her, then, since she’s not a ‘city girl’?”

Jamie’s eyes narrowed. “Hey now, what’s got you so riled up, sugar?”

“What’s got me riled up?” you snapped, rising to your feet. “You know damn well, Jamie. You think I don’t notice how you bring her up every time it’s my turn to help?”

You took a deep breath. “I know I’m not as capable as the others, but this is my home too. I’ve been here for over a year, and you still don’t ask me to help.”

He rolled his eyes, sighing as he straightened up, towering over you. “Aw, hell, [Name]. You actin’ like this ’cause you’re on the rag or somethin’? Ain’t no need to get all hot ’n bothered over nothin’.”

The words hit you like a slap, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, disbelief turning into a wave of fury. “You think that’s what this is about?” you hissed, your voice sharp as a knife. “You think that just because I’m upset, it’s gotta be because of that?”

Jamie shrugged, unfazed, and that was the last straw. You spun on your heel, the dusty ground kicking up beneath your boots as you stormed off. “Go on and call her, then!” you shouted over your shoulder. “I’m sure she’s just itching to help you!”

You didn’t wait for his response. You marched across the sunbaked field, fists clenched tight. You needed to get away—somewhere he wasn’t. The barn blurred into blobs of red as tears stung at the corners of your eyes. But you weren’t about to let him see you cry. Not now, not ever.

This is not where you wanted to end up. An old, run-of-the-mill saloon on a Friday night, surrounded by drunkards and divorcees, the air thick with the stench of stale tobacco. Voices murmur, glasses clink, and the laughter around you is harsh and grating. To hell with it all. To hell with them.

The whiskey settles in your veins, warm and familiar as you lean against the sticky bar. Neon lights flicker, casting a red glow across your half-empty glass, and you blink to clear your vision. You know you’ve had too much, but the night’s long, and the noise makes it easy to drown out everything.

"Fuck," you mutter, rubbing your temples.

You’ve never been much of a drinker. After moving to the countryside to be with Jamie, life on the ranch demanded your focus. Jamie hated liquor, practically despised it.

Dammit, [Name], forget about him. You shake the thought away.

“Now, darlin’, looks like your glass is ‘bout empty,” a smooth, slow drawl cuts through your thoughts. The man tilts the brim of his hat back just enough for you to catch a glint in his eyes—cold, calculating, like a snake. “Why don’t you let me get you another?”

Oh, right. You weren’t exactly alone.

“Sound good?” he asks again, his voice dripping with intentions you’re too drunk to untangle, coaxing you with the rough pad of his thumb tracing over your knuckles.

You hum. “Thank you.”

For a moment, you try to recall his name—Michael? Richard? Ashton? Danny? None of them sound right. Nothing about him feels familiar. Just another face in the blur. You decide he’s irrelevant.

"You don’t want it to get cold now, do ya?"

A voice in your head tells you to stop, to head home before you cross a line. Something about him makes your stomach churn, but you blame it on the alcohol. It doesn’t take much persuasion before you reach for the glass.

The liquor is bitter but good. But once it slips down your throat, the room spins. You blink hard, trying to steady yourself.

The barstool creaks as you sway, gripping the counter for balance. The stranger’s grin stretches wider, eyes watching you like a hawk. You know you shouldn’t have taken that drink, but it’s too late. The world starts tilting.

You turn, ready to brush off the man beside you, when you hear the heavy boots. They echo on the old floorboards, slow and deliberate, each step sending a chill down your spine. Then, a hand rests on your shoulder, the grip firm, possessive.

“Takin’ drinks from strangers now, sugar?” His voice is low, a whisper against your ear. “Why’d you go and do that for? You know better.”

Jamie.

His breath is warm, almost too close, as his fingers dig into your shoulder just enough to keep you anchored. The stranger’s hand pulls back, and you catch the flicker of fear in his eyes.

Jamie’s fingers tighten, not enough to hurt, but enough to warn. “Ain’t polite to drink without me, darlin’.” His tone is calm, but there’s a tension in it, like a leash pulled too tight.

You look up at him, the soft light catching the curve of his grin. The cowboy hat sits low, loose curls brushing the nape of his neck, his button-up shirt hugging the broad stretch of his shoulders. His forearms, tanned and strong, are exposed as his sleeves are rolled up. His eyes, though—dark and unreadable—pin you in place. There’s a hunger in them, one that makes your skin prickle.

He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, wiping off the smudge of your lipstick. His grin widens, revealing sharp canines that peek between his lips. It’s friendly enough—too friendly. Like the way foxes smile when they’re circling prey.

“Mm, you’re drunk.” He says it like it’s a fact he’s already known for hours. “How much you had tonight, sugarplum?”

You stare at your glass, pretending you don’t know. You don’t want to admit to your carelessness.

Jamie chuckles, a low, knowing sound. “So, quite a bit, huh?”

His laugh is loud, and it feels like a warning. He leans in, his hand settling on your hip, fingers curling possessively. “And flirtin’ with some nobody at the bar. That’s new.” His eyes narrow. “So, you gonna tell me who he is?”

The stranger shifts uneasily, glancing between you and Jamie. His bravado fades, and he mumbles, “Look, I didn’t mean no harm. Just thought she could use some company.”

Jamie doesn’t even look at him. His eyes are locked on yours, sharp and unyielding. “Ain’t that sweet?” he says, his voice soft, but his grip on your hip tightens, like he’s claiming a prize. “But I think she’s got all the company she needs.”

The man hesitates, looks like he’s weighing his options, then backs off with a muttered apology, disappearing into the crowd.

The world tilts again, and you’re struggling to stay upright. The bar fades around you, the noise drowning in the back of your mind. The room swims, and your vision blurs, the faces blending into nothing but shadows.

Jamie’s presence feels suffocating. His eyes linger on you, dark and intent, like he’s waiting for something. Like he’s testing you. And you know, deep down, that he doesn’t just hate you drinking—he hates you here, surrounded by people who aren’t him.

“Let’s get you home, darlin’.” His tone is almost gentle, but there’s an edge beneath it, something possessive and unyielding.

Before you can protest—before the room spins again—he’s there, pulling you into him, lifting you off your feet like you weigh nothing. His arms wrap around your waist, and the world blurs as you’re hoisted over his shoulder, carried out the bar like a prize he’s claimed.

The night air bites at your cheeks as he strides through the darkness, the cold wind cutting through the haze in your mind. You can feel his heartbeat, steady and sure beneath you, and his fingers grip your thigh, possessive and unyielding. He’s not letting you go.

Everything in you says to fight back, to push away, but he smells like home—like honey and oak. The world narrows down to him, the steady beat of his heart, the warmth of his touch.

“Man, you’re gettin’ heavy. Eating too much pumpkin pie, huh, sugarplum?”

“Fuck you,” you manage, but it’s weak, and the smile he gives you is sharp and satisfied.

You close your eyes, the world tilting again, and for a moment, you let yourself sink into it. Maybe this isn’t so bad.

Maybe this is just how it’s meant to be.

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[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Henry VIII/Anne Boleyn Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

❝ 👑 — lady l: I thought about this a while ago and it was saved in my drafts, but I only decided to write it now. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️❤️

❝tw: cheating, polyamorous relationship, obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of fights and jealousy.

❝ 👑pairing: yandere!henry viii x female!reader, yandere!anne boleyn x female!reader.

Anne was not blind to her husband's prying eyes on you. She felt angry, jealous and wanted to get rid of you as quickly as possible. But when Henry strictly forbade (threatened) her from doing something against you, she was shocked and smart enough not to act against his orders.

That being said, she started researching more about you. She was intrigued, it wasn't uncommon for Henry to keep mistresses and although she was hurt by this, there was nothing she could do. She hated it, but she was powerless against the King's power.

However, it was only after meeting you, after talking to you, that she finally understood why Henry was so interested in you. You had a unique grace, an aura that attracted her and made her comfortable. Before she knew it, Anne found herself longing for your company more which left her confused. Who in their right mind would fall in love with their husband's mistress?

It didn't matter anymore, not when Anne found herself falling more and more in love with you and soon began to feel jealous of her husband with you. It was unfair that he could have you and not her. She deserved you more than him.

Henry, on the other hand, was over the moon. He quickly took you as his official mistress and no longer bothered trying to hide his affair with you, the love he felt for you. His desires for you were public knowledge and he was more than happy.

He knew this wouldn't please his wife, but he didn't care. Not when he had you in his arms, being loved and adored by him. You were so perfect, so sweet and so beautiful. You were made for him. Completely his.

Anne watched her husband interact with you with jealousy and longing, she wanted to hold you. She could no longer continue like this, being ignored. So she decided to act. During one night when her husband was visiting her, Anne decided to talk to him. Tell him how she feels about you. That she was attracted to you. Henry didn't know what to say.

He was stunned and silent, just watching his wife as if she were crazy. But Anne kept talking, wanting to make sure he understood. Henry remained strangely quiet and after a few minutes, a sparkle appeared in his eyes.

Henry would never accept sharing you with anyone, but he found the idea of ​​sharing you with his wife strangely exciting. It wasn't ideal, but he saw nothing more pleasurable and lovely than having his mistress and his wife together.

They are both extremely possessive of you. They are jealous of each other with you, but they are more jealous of you around other people. You are theirs and Henry will use his power as King to deal with anyone who threatens his relationship with you. Anne had also used her influences to her advantage.

You are endlessly spoiled and adored. Servants are instructed to fulfill your every whim and desire. There is no doubt about who really holds all the power over them. Your relationship with Henry is public knowledge, but with Anne is kept private.

But that doesn't mean she stays away from you because she doesn't. Anne does her best to be by your side during the day, the touches and looks are discreet and shared only between you. Henry also participates, but he has no shame and actually kisses and touches you in public. He is the King, after all.

There is still a lot of jealousy and fighting over you between these two, fights that only became bigger after Anne's pregnancy. She wanted you with her all the time and so did Henry. You are the only person who can calm them down, usually sweet words and subtle touches do the trick.

You will be dragged into this never-ending tumultuous marriage, the fights that always turned into making love on the carpet in your rooms at the end of the night would always continue. Would the gifts, power and love you received be enough for you to endure this turbulent relationship with your King and Queen?

You forgot your worries when you were together with your lovers, in the privacy and tranquility of your chambers. Clothes on the floor and heavy breathing. In the end, you would always give in to them. You were as much theirs as they were yours.

[ooo-yeah-baby]

Wandering Eyes

Yan!Gilbert Blythe x f!reader

I only write sfw, not proof read, noncon hugging/forced hug, feel free to send requests

Gilbert has always been nice. He has always been well liked and popular. There have never been noticeable flaws in him. 

You didnt know him very well. It's not like you were strangers, you just never really got a chance to talk to one another. Which was why it was so weird when you began to notice him stealing glances at you *every so* very often. 

The glances quickly turned into staring. You thought there was something wrong with you at first. Maybe you had something in your hair or your clothes were messed up. As it continued happening you began to think you were being conceited. 

But you could feel his eyes burning the back of your head. Especially that day. 

At lunch you sat with the other girls in your little nook, whispering about unimportant topics. You sat by the window. 

It got to the topic of boys, like it always did. You didn't have much interest in the conversation. It usually began with someone bringing up a boy and Ruby saying how sad and handsome he his. You decided it was best to just tune it out this time around. 

Of course when you're not paying attention to one thing you're paying attention to another.

Gilbert. You could see him peeking at you from the space in the sheet that Dianna and Anne had put up. "Why was he staring? What did he want? Its creepy." You fidgetted with your dress as you tried not to make it obvious that you were uncomfortable. 

Suddenly you felt a hand clasp yours. 

"Are you okay, y/n?" Anne said, bumping you from your panicked state. 

"Huh? Oh- yeah. I'm fine. Thank you, Anne," you smiled and squeezed her hand. 

Truthfully, you were irked.

After school you hurried to get your things and ran after Gilbert. 

"Blythe!" You yelled as you approached him. 

"Y/n?" He said turning to you, a light blush reaching his cheeks. "W-what is it? Is everything okay?" 

"No. It's not." You stopped in front of him. "Why do you keep staring at me?" You lunged directly into the topic. "Did I do something? Do you have something to tell me? If you do then say it!" 

Gilbert was flustered. It took him a moment before he sputtered something out. 

"No! You didn't do anything!" He grabbed your hand, tracing his finger around your palm as he looked at it. A shy smile grew on his face. 

"Then why are you staring at me?" You quirked a brow, now being more confused than ever. 

"Well, I guess there's no use hiding it." He shrugged. He intertwined his fingers in yours and began walking, of course you followed, warily, he was practically dragging you.

You got a ways away from the school before he finally piped up. "Y/n, you aren't courting anyone? Are you?" He asked. You felt his thumb rub against the back of your hand. You shook your head in response.

You could see his eyes twinkle. "Well... I'd like to," he swallowed mid sentence, "court you." 

"What?" You stopped walking. Gilbert looked worried. "Gilbert, I'm flattered but... I mean, we don't even really know each other."

You felt his grip on your hand tighten. For a second Gilbert looked panicked but he brushed it off with a nervous laugh and a smile. 

"Of course we know each other! We've been going to school together for years." He rubbed the back of his neck. He could tell you weren't budging and that he was making you uncomfortable but he also didn't know if he'd ever get a chance like this again. 

"Gilbert, I'm sorry but I can't court you. Now, please, let go of my hand." You began to pull back your hand but he wouldn't let go. 

"N-no!" He pulled you closer to him and grabbed your free hand. His breathing became erratic. "You don't mean that. I mean, how could you mean that? I've never done anything wrong. How could you not like me?" 

"Gilbert you're scaring me!" You struggled in his grasp but he pulled you in for a hug.

"Y/n I love you." 

"Gilbert you're delusional! We barely know each other!" You squirmed against him but he wouldn't budge on his hold.

He didn't respond. He was hugging you so tight that you could feel his body heat. His breath brushed the place between your neck and the shoulder of your dress. 

"Gilbert if you don't let go I'm going to scream." You spoke firmly as you pushed on his chest. 

He didn't let go though. Maybe he was testing whether you'd actually do it. Maybe he didn't hear you, too wrapped up in the feeling of him having you in his arms, wrapped up in him. 

He didn't want to let go. 

"Scream then." His grip tightened as he waited for your response. A smile grew on his face after basking in the few seconds of silence. 

[lenybunny]

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[gulnarsultan]

How would Catherine or Anna boleyn feel when the reader given birth to healthy triplets (2 boys and 1 girl) after she had Elizabeth also what yandere henry reaction to finally having the son he wanted???

Old Catherine is too smart to react too strongly. She feels disappointed and resentful. She is very afraid for his daughter Mary. She's worried about her daughter's throne. She prays that her daughter is not harmed and that she can ascend the throne.

Anne tried to get rid of the reader at first. She has endeavored to eliminate reader and babies without giving birth to babies. She will be very angry. She was jealous of your reader, but now she's too jealous. She will try to do something to get rid of the reader and the babies. But Henry will fail because he is too protective of the reader and his babies. They will soon be executed for their actions.

Henry was frustrated after Elizabeth's birth. Anne became pregnant again but gave birth to a stillborn son. This had exhausted Henry's patience. He was both angry and very angry. He finds happiness in the reader in a short time. Henry makes your reader her legitimate mistress. Henry is overjoyed when the reader becomes pregnant. He protects and cares for your reader throughout her pregnancy. He is very happy and proud when his healthy triplets are born. He had never been this happy in his life now that he had male heirs. He tells the reader how he is proud of her and loves his. He will marry the reader. He will declare the triplets heirs to the throne. No one can stop Henry.

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The Landlord’s Property

Male Alpha Landlord x Female Omega Reader (CW: Non-con, overstimulation, oral sex, vaginal sex, female reader, crying, reader tied up, a/b/o dynamics, fingering, praise, general yandere behavior, scenting, musk, pheromones, chloroformed reader, panty stealing, biting, claiming) Word Count: 7.2k (This may be the longest fic I have ever written, certainly up there, I hope everyone enjoys it, it was a commission from @dusty-void) 

You stared blankly at the computer screen, your face illuminated by the harsh white glow of your writing program, completely empty, in front of you. Though you had been trying for hours you could simply not will your brain into action and get any words typed out, now that it was past 3am in the morning you let out a defeated sigh as it had become painfully clear that simply no work was going to get done tonight. You were a freelance writer. You worked from home completing various assignments from content mills, websites, and even dabbled in short stories. The pay was not particularly glamorous, but you had managed to find a very cheap duplex to rent, and it helped that your landlord was very lenient and did not seem to mind that your rent payments were frequently just a bit late. Though you were still always worried about what would happen if he suddenly decided he had had enough. You turned off your computer and settled into your unkempt nest, hoping in vain that you could put your worries aside and be able to sleep peacefully for once. When you woke up from your fitful sleep you realized that you had actually managed to wake up later than you had intended. Feeling almost as if you had not slept at all you forced yourself up from bed and threw on some low effort clothing, you were just going to be alone and in the house all day so you figured it did not really matter what you wore. After getting dressed you trudged your way into the kitchen, starting your late morning off right with your breakfast of choice, pop-tarts. You quickly ate your sugar packed meal before making some coffee and dragging yourself to your work desk and booting up your computer. Your penchant for quick, convenient, sugary meals was probably what had lead you to be as chubby as you were, but you pushed that uncomfortable thought aside for now. You heard your fire alarm go off in its unmistakable shrill tone, once again letting you know that its battery was low as it had been periodically for the past two days. You made another mental note to order some batteries or something and get it fixed. Before getting to work you text your several online friends, you did not go out too much, but you very successfully maintained many good online friendships. After a sending a few hellos and making a plan or two to play a game sometime later this week with some buddies you opened up your writing programs and after a few minute of once again staring blankly at the blinking cursor your brain finally whirred into action and you actually started to make some solid progress. Just when you started to really hit your stride your doorbell rang. The first time you ignored it but after a couple rings you grumbled and figured you would just have to answer it. You grumbled and got up, just knowing this would throw off the roll you were on. You answered the door and saw your alpha landlord Nathan smiling and looking down at you. You were immediately worried you had done something wrong but before you could say a word he spoke. “Heya, I just happened to hear your fire alarm beeping since the wall it is on is adjacent to mine, and I figured maybe you needed some batteries and help reaching it, since omegas tend to be a bit short.” There was nothing angry or even annoyed in his tone, there never really seemed to be, he was his normal amicable self just genuinely offering to help. His green eyes bright and a friendly smile on his face. Even his vibrant orange hair seemed happy. You felt bad though because you were sure you must have annoyed him with how inconsiderate you had been, you had not even thought of him being able to hear the alarm. He was probably just concealing his displeasure. “O-oh, um, thanks that’s too kind of you, I am so sorry for not getting to it sooner,” you stammered while averting your gaze. “Hey, it’s no problem at all.” He went into your kitchen and noticed all the boxes of junk food as well as the wrappers that were in the garbage can which was close to where he had to stand to change the batteries. It was not that he was trying to be nosy or judgmental, but it made him a bit sad that you had no one taking care of you properly. You were a cute omega and probably couldn’t afford good food or did not have the time to prepare it with how busy you were with writing. And you must have been very busy, he could tell by the dark eyes and by the scent of your stressed out pheromones that you probably were not getting an adequate amount of sleep. It tugged at his heart, you were trying so hard, you clearly put yourself through a lot and had trouble with sleeping, eating habits, and getting the rent in on time. It was becoming more and more clear to him that what you really needed was an alpha helping you out and maybe being your mate and taking better care of you than you were capable of taking care of yourself. “Okay, all done, but if you need anything else please don’t hesitate to ask me okay?” He left your home and went back to his, telling himself that he would do a lot more to check up on you in case you were too scared or nervous to ask for help. You heard his words and mumbled out an affirmation that you would definitely ask if you needed something, but you knew that wasn’t true, you tended to just ignore most little problems and inconveniences until they either went away completely by themselves or until they could no longer be ignored. There were light bulbs that needed changing, your AC unit needed to be looked at, and you could probably be a bit tidier, for example. All things you needed to do yourself but were just too depressed and anxious to actually do. You were lucky Nathan did all the outside work, diligently cleaning the gutters, power washing the building, raking the leaves, and mowing the lawn even on your side of the building. And he was always in a nice tank top showing off his powerful body, but that surely wasn’t for your benefit, you thought. He was an alpha after all, and they always enjoyed exposing their muscles whenever given the chance. Of course he really was doing it to attract your gaze, though it never seemed to work. No matter how many times he made advances or hinted that he wanted to be friends you seemed to be completely uninterested. You didn’t check him out when he was doing physical outdoor labor, you did not pay attention when he was working in your unit, and you did not even seem to notice his scent, which was always powerful after working up a sweat for you. He even often worked out before coming over just to make his pheromones really strong. His mind could not entertain the thought that you might be uninterested though, not after all he did for you. You probably just needed more attention to feel comfortable with him, you were probably just too shy and insecure and needed a bit more positive attention and encouragement, so he decided that he would continue to help you as often as possible in the belief that you would eventually come around. Weeks passed since he fixed your alarm, and he was beginning to think that you would never approach him. Nathan was yearning for any excuse to go in your home again, where the air smelled so full of your scent and where he could hear that lovely voice of yours, but there was never a reason to go over there of his own initiative and you never approached him. The increasingly desperate alpha decided he would have to make his own opportunities for you to come to him. He knew when you would go on one of your infrequent walks to the corner store. They were like clockwork, you always went on the same days of the month. You normally were gone at least thirty minutes when you left and that gave him more than enough time to sabotage your home. He knew it was wrong to do it, but if there was no other way to get you to approach him then he had to. Nathan was sure that you liked him, you were just too shy and unsure of yourself to let him know you were noticing his advances, and this would also be another good way to show how handy and helpful he would be as your mate. To show he could take care of you. Nathan made sure to scrub himself clean of any scent that could potentially be left as evidence of his actions, then, as soon as you were gone and were out of sight down the road he went to your side of the duplex and rushed to your breaker panel. He flipped a breaker switch and replaced one of your fuses with a blown one, thus shutting off electricity to a large portion of the building. The alpha seriously doubted that you would know what to do to fix the problem and even if you did you probably did not have any fuses laying around. You did not exactly give off a prepared and organized vibe. As he started to leave a curious smell hit his nostrils, beckoning him into your room. He was powerless to resist seeking out the source of that heavenly aroma, that aroma that smelled so purely of you. He followed the scent to your bedroom and slowly opened the door, he knew such an invasion was even worse than what he had already done, but the smell was demanding that he follow his instincts and find the source. Immediately upon stepping into your room a wave of dizzying pheromones and the scent of slick nearly made him stumble backwards. There, in your laundry pile, he found what was emanating the smell that was causing his pants to grow tight. A pair of slick soaked panties lay on top of your laundry hamper, as if waiting for him. He never could have imagined when he entered your home that your heat had just ended and such a treasure would be left for him to enjoy. He pulled them to his nose and inhaled the scent deeply. He blushed when he thought about the fact that his nose was touching fabric that has caressed your pussy. So sweet and a bit musky, an omega’s most delicious scent reserved only for mates. He had to stop himself from masturbating right then and there, because you certainly would have smelled him had he done so. He decided that it would be okay for him to take a pair because you had several similarly colored and messy ones in your hamper and it would be unlikely that you noticed just one missing. Your landlord quickly left the room and closed the door behind him before retreating back to his home. He put your panties under his pillow and thoroughly washed his face off. His trophy would have to be enjoyed later, when you got back you would soon discover the sabotaged electricity and come to him for help. When you got back from your trip to the store, bags of junk food that passed as groceries in your mind in your hands, you did not notice anything amiss. You were completely unaware that anyone had been there. When you went to turn on the kitchen light you realized that it did not work at all. You needed to change the light bulb, that was the obvious thought that entered your mind, but when you opened your fridge to put your food in it you realized the light inside of it was also not working. That was really odd, your power couldn’t be out, the light in the living room came right on when you stepped in your home. You checked some other appliances and it seemed that all electricity in your kitchen was just… not working. Anxiety welled up within you, you did not know the first thing about fixing this type of issue but you dreaded asking Nathan, you knew he was sweet and would probably be happy to take a look at the issue but you really hated to be an inconvenience and in general you just preferred to be independent. You swallowed your anxiety and made your way outside slowly as if each foot was made by lead. You stared at his door, breathed deeply, and rang the doorbell. Nathan answered fairly quickly, opening the door and greeting you with that jovial smile of his. “Hey, how are you? Anything I can help you with?” “Um, yeah, it seems that my electricity is out in my kitchen, I, uh, wouldn’t normally bug you with it, but I don’t want my food to go bad…,” you explained while looking down awkwardly, unable to meet his gaze. “Oh, sure, I can take a look at it no problem, honestly it sounds like maybe a blown fuse. I have some spare ones, let me go grab them just in case.” He went back to his house before returning with something in his hand. You both went into your unit and he walked into the kitchen and checked all of your appliances to verify they really weren’t working before going over to the panel in the wall and pulling out what you guessed was a fuse and replacing it before flipping a switch. Suddenly, much to your relief, all the appliances whirred to life. “Thanks so much! I am sorry I did not know it was something so simple…” “Hey it’s no pr-,” Nathan began to respond, but stopped when he turned around and noticed that you had already retreated back to your computer, typing away diligently. Nathan was beginning to get a bit frustrated, not at you but just at the situation and with myself. He just did not know what he had to do to get your eyes on him, you seemed absolutely immune to flirting and showing off… It was time for the direct approach. Maybe things really just flew over your head or you were afraid to give him any attention for some reason, maybe you had been hurt in a previous relationship, or maybe you just needed someone to show you that you were worth the affection. But whatever it was he decided he would have to use the direct approach, though he would have preferred to have been getting you to notice him a bit more before he did so there was simply no other option left. Tomorrow he would simply ask you out directly. He was a big strong alpha that took care of you, surely you would not say no. He finally left so you could breathe a sigh of relief, you really did not like having others over. You were grateful and all but under Nathan’s smile you were positively convinced that he was judging you, you always caught him staring at you and it made you more than a bit nervous. With him gone you finished up what you had started on, ate one of your dietary staples, a pack of ramen noodles, and washed up before staying up too late and eventually passing out in your bed while watching YouTube videos. Nathan knows that you do not get up early like he does, so he spends all day getting ready. He put together a thoughtfully crafted courting package. Sweet treats that omegas tended to be fond of and some particularly fragrant flowers all wrapped up in one of his slightly worn shirts so that you had a token that smelled of him. He even made sure it was your favorite color, which he guessed based on the décor in your home. He was pretty sure of himself, so he lacked any nervousness when he approached your door and rung the bell. When you heard it you grumbled, as usual you did not want to be disturbed, especially when you had actually managed to start working. You had not even really bothered to get dressed yet, you had been so busy between catching up on sleep and actually being productive with your writing that you had completely forgotten to change out of the clothes from yesterday and now that you had someone at the door you were now painfully aware that your hair was a bit of a mess as well. You straightened your hair the best you could with your fingers and checked to see who was at the door before answering. When you saw that it was Nathan you felt a sharp panic. Had you forgotten to pay rent? Had you done something wrong? Was he finally tired of dealing with you and had decided you needed to leave. Taking a deep breath you opened the door and greeted him. “Oh, uh, hi Nathan, what’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong, I just wanted to ask if you would let me court you? You’re such a cute omega and I really think we are compatible. Don’t you think we would make a good match?” He tried to hand you a courting package wrapped up in one of his scented shirts but you did not take it. “Oh, um, I am really sorry about this, but I am not uh… really looking for a relationship right now. I am just trying to focus on myself and my writing… sorry.” Nathan regarded you blankly for a few moments that dragged on and felt like an awkward eternity before he finally acknowledged your words and responded a bit frantically, “If you’re worried about taking care of yourself you wouldn’t need to! I could take care of all your needs!” “That’s the thing, I really just want to make it on my own and take care of myself completely before I have a mate. I am so sorry I hope you understand…” He nodded solemnly and you nervously closed the door. You hoped he didn’t hate you now, he was a nice guy but you had been completely honest with him. Of course Nathan did not hate you now, in fact it may have been better if he had. Instead he was more determined than ever to make you his. His mind just would not accept in any way, shape, form, or fashion that you were uninterested in him. Instead he was in denial, thinking and reaching for any plausible explanation as to why you would want him but say no to his courtship. The delusional alpha finally reached the most reasonable conclusion, you just did not think you were good enough to date him. It was rather obvious when he thought over all the evidence. You lived like someone who had at least partially given up on themselves. You hastily ate whatever was the lowest effort junk food available, your sleep habits were awful, you never left your home and as he was not aware of your online social life he thought you were utterly friendless. It all added up perfectly in his mind, you thought you were bad and needed to be elevated and you desperately needed someone to care for you, even if you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. And, as your self-appointed alpha, it was up to him to make sure your needs were met. He sat down and calmly thought of a plan, the fact that you lived not only in an a home connected to his and owned by him made everything much easier for him. The next time you went on one of your little store trips he would once again put a nefarious plan into motion. Your soon to be lover collected all the necessary materials to have a romantic evening with you, his chubby little omega. He had prepared a meal of lasagna, garlic bread, and a side salad with a fancy bottle of wine. As well as some crucial extras such as rope and chloroform. As soon as you were gone he waltzed right on in and set up a lovely candle lit dinner for you and him to enjoy, you would get to see another way that he could take care of you, making you tasty and nutritious proper meals. When you opened the door to your home you were greeted by the scent of Italian herbs, cheese, the hearty aroma of meat in tomato sauce, fresh cut veggies, and garlic. You were confused, sometimes you could detect the smell of food from Nathan cooking next door, but never this intensely. You took a few steps inside when suddenly someone strong gripped you from behind and put a rag over your face. You thrashed and kicked in a panicked frenzy as a sickeningly sweet smell flooded your nostrils. Your kicks quickly grew feeble before everything went black. When you came to you were seated at your kitchen table, your head fuzzy and rope tightly bound your legs and torso. Your hands were free enough to be able to eat, but they would be useless in breaking your binds. In front of you there was a dinner with presentation that would not be out of place at a five star restaurant. A floral centerpiece, candle light, pasta, salad, and garlic bread. And across the table, staring intensely at you with a smile going from ear to ear, was Nathan. You could smell the excitement radiating off of him, this was a crazed alpha with their mate. “N-Nathan? What’s… going on?” Your fuzzy brain struggled to make sense of what was happening but was rapidly catching on as the drugging continued to fade. “Oh good darling, I am so glad you are awake from your nap! Why don’t you dig in? I worked really hard on a nice homemade dinner for you~” He said everything so casually and sweetly. As if a man talking to his wife and not a man talking to a woman he had forcefully knocked out and restrained. You stared at him silently, your mind struggling to come to grips with what was happening to you. Nathan had always been so nice to you, how could he be capable of something like this? “Go ahead and eat pumpkin, no need to be shy, I know how much you needed a good home cooked meal!” “Wh-what the hell is wrong with you?” You asked angrily as you glared at him, probably the most direct eye contact you had ever made with him. “What do you mean? You don’t like pumpkin as a pet name? We can try others and see what f-” “N-no! What? I don’t mean the name, I mean the fact that you knocked me out and tied me up!!” You were seething now, your rage even affecting your scent and making it more acrid. “Oh, don’t worry about that my darling mate~ I just had to make sure that you wouldn’t try to run out of our date! I know you said you didn’t want to be my mate mate but I know you were just being silly, you are just too shy to admit that you want a mate and you don’t think that you are good enough, but no worries! I will prove to you that you are.” You didn’t know what to say. He was completely unstable. “Please eat baby doll, you really need to,” he pleaded as if you were a petulant child refusing a meal, as if this was an everyday inconvenience and not the result of him assaulting you and tying you up. But eating was the farthest thing on your mind and you did not want to give him the satisfaction of giving in to his demands, and you were not entirely sure he didn’t drug the food with something even more potent. Instead you threw yourself in a rather comical attempt to escape. The way you were tied with your arms partially free and your legs firmly bound made you have to resort to wiggling on the floor like some kind of worm. Nathan got up from his seat, hoisted you up, and sat back down with you in his lap. “I know you are shy and maybe even a bit too prideful, but I promise you will feel better with some food in your belly.” As he said this he rubbed your chubby belly and kissed your cheek lightly before holding a fork full of lasagna up to your face. You knew you were going to start crying before you even felt the first hot tear streak down your cheek, you were powerless and scared of what he could do to you so you reluctantly opened your mouth, allowing him to slide the fork in. What at any other time would have been a flavorful dinner with tangy and savory flavors dancing on your tongue turned now only to cotton, as you struggled past your emotional trauma as you ate each bite that he gave you. As you ate he filled your ear with whispered praises, telling you how you were such a good girl, and you just had a bit more to go, and how he was so happy you were eating properly for him. You ate roughly half of everything that he had put on your plate and once you had he rubbed your back soothingly. “Such a good girl for me. I am so happy. My good little omega~” Don’t worry, you will get used to our life together eventually. You wanted to throw up. But you fought the urge, who knows what he would do if you got sick. Force feed you more? Make you take medicine and baby you? It wasn’t worth the risk. He left you on the chair as he cleaned up after dinner, you shooting him daggers with your eyes the entire time that he was doing so, but he just blissfully hummed to himself the entire time seemingly unaware of your glares. For Nathan everything was finally coming together, he had successfully taken the first crucial steps in getting his mate to accept him. When the kitchen was all clean he took you, still tied up, to the living room and put you on the couch. You didn’t have a tv since you never bothered with anything other than your PC or tablet so he turned his laptop to Netflix and placed it on the coffee table in front of the both of you and turned on your favorite show. Once again your stomach turned a bit, how did he know the things that you liked to watch? Had he really paid such a creepy amount of attention to what you were doing during one of the many times he had been over to fix something? Just how long had he been so obsessed with you, and why? Nathan finally removed your bindings after pulling you close, perhaps realizing that they were more than a bit overkill since you were right up beside him with his arm around you. There was no way you could even attempt to escape without him immediately stopping you. And you certainly weren’t going to make the attempt now, he had knocked you out, tied you up, force fed you, and was living in his own little delusion that you would easily accept him as a partner when you did not even really want a partner even in the best of circumstances. Who knew what he might do to you if you shattered those delusions by escaping. You’d have to lull him into a false sense of security and trust before you attempted to do anything. For now you allowed him to stroke your hair as he watched a show with you, though you were very rigid, scared, and not paying any attention at all to the screen, but if he noticed he did not make a fuss about it, maybe it was enough just to be obedient for the moment. And it was, Nathan knew it would take you a bit of time to adjust. There were always adjustments both parties had to make when starting a new relationship. You had to get used to being around him all the time and used to having someone praise you, build you up, and make sure you were being taken care of. He would have to adjust his time and schedule to give you all the time and attention that you needed and he would have to be really patient with you. It was just part of a new relationship. Nothing to worry about. You continued sitting on the couch for him for what seemed like an eternity. He occasionally planted a gentle kiss on your cheek or on your cheek. You flinched a bit each time that he did, but finally he turned the laptop off. While you were more than a bit relieved you had to fear what would happen next. And your fear only increased as he led you to your bedroom. Apparently he did quite a bit more than just bring dinner over and lay in wait for you. He had reorganized your next, not only tidying it up but also adding several new items that he had personally scented. His musk hung thickly all about the room. He had likely placed scented objects all around the room. You scrunched your face as the smell became increasingly gross to you. This was the ultimate invasion to any omega. A non-consensual intrusion into an omega’s nest was pretty revolting and anxiety inducing. A nest was supposed to be a place where an unmated omega had supreme authority in constructing it in a way to make them feel comfortable, safe, and comfortable. This alpha forcing his scent in not only your den but also your nest made you more nauseous than when you were being forced to eat. As he guided you to your nest you begin to truly panic, thinking you were surely about to be raped. You started to try and turn for the door, but he caught you and held you close while rubbing your back. “Shhh, don’t worry babe, we aren’t going to do anything other than sleep okay? You need to fix your sleep schedule, I am your alpha and have to make sure that you rest enough and you have had a long day. Shhh, just relax,” he whispered in a hush tone before licking your neck in the way an alpha or beta does to relax an omega. Though you were opposed to the licking, and you certainly did not want to be in your tainted nest, you did calm down a bit with his assurances that he wasn’t going to forcefully breed you. You let him lead him into your defiled bedding and lay there. He whispered praises of you being his good girl as he slid in behind you and put his arm around you, pulling you close. You felt the heat of tears as they welled up in your eyes and cried silently until you finally fell into a fitful sleep. You woke up from your light sleep to the smell of breakfast cooking and the sound of meat sizzling from the kitchen. You felt as if you had hardly slept at all and your head was pounding, likely from dehydration from all the crying you did last night. You briefly considered trying to sneak out the front door while he was busy in the kitchen, but the rooms were close and at this time in the early morning there would be absolutely no one outside. He would hear you leave and then snatch you back up immediately. And who knew what the consequences would be. Instead you forced yourself into the kitchen and did your best to act like everything was fine. “Good morning sunshine~ I hope you slept well. Breakfast is almost done, sausage and homemade pancakes. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day so I can’t let you go without it,” once again he was saying all of this so casually, as if you could just so easily accept him as your provider and caretaker. “Th-thanks,” you mumbled while trying to sound at least a little sincere. Nathan thought you were, his heart fluttered thinking you were finally starting to accept him. Which is exactly what you wanted. Nathan wasn’t the only one who could think of a plan. Once he completely let his guard down and left you alone for an extended period of time you would get the hell out of here and go to the police. He had taken away all of your electronics so you had no way to signal for help, so you would have to run. So for the next few weeks you let Nathan think you were warming up to him. You ate his food, let him pull you close, you engaged him in conversations, always acting as sweet as can be, and eventually started leaning on him and holding on to him in bed. It worked like a charm, he started leaving you unattended for a few minutes at a time and that time slowly grew bit by bit until one night he said he had to run out to the store to get some supplies he had forgotten to get earlier that he needed to fix a minor leak in the roof the next day. You told him okay and made a big show of being sleepy and snuggling up in your nest with the big plushy he had gotten and scent marked for you so you could always have his scent by you. When he left the home you stared out the window and waited for his car to move out of sight. When it had you sprang up, quickly put some appropriate clothing and shoes on, and ran out the door. Smacking right into Nathan’s broad chest. He must have parked the car down the street then sprinted here while you were throwing your clothes and shoes on. He was a bit out of breath. It had all been a clever trap to test you. “Nathan… I was… just getting some fresh air. I-i didn’t feel well.” You started to back away but he grabbed your wrist a bit painfully and pulled you back to him. “Don’t give me that. I know you were trying to get away from me. It’s my fault, I gave you a bit too much freedom too quickly. And I should have realized how badly I needed to mark and mate with you to keep you happier. I know you won’t admit that you want it yet, but it is clear you are crying out for it.” “Nathan no. N-no please don’t,” you pleaded desperately, each word out of your mouth dripping with terror. Your self elected alpha ignored all of your objections and struggles as he picked you up and started carrying you to the bedroom. You scratched at him, punched, kicked, elbowed, everything you could do to stop what was about to happen. “Calm down baby girl, I’ll make you feel so much better, I promise. Gonna mark you, breed you, you’ll be so much happier, just calm down.” Nathan deposited you in your shared nest, you tried to push him away with your legs and feet but he just caught them effortlessly before aggressively ripping off your pants and then panties, exposing your pussy to him. Then he moved to your top and bra and removed those as well. Your body was completely uncovered. You tried to cover yourself the best you could with your arms and hands but he just pried them away. He now had you completely pinned and at his mercy. The first thing he went for was your neck, knowing that stimulating your scent glands there would be an effective way to arouse you. He licked up and down the sensitive area before kissing and nibbling on it. Your reaction was as strong as it was involuntary, small gasps and whimpers escaping your lips as your pussy began to drool. He firmly grasped your tits, groping and kneading them in his hands as he continued his assault on your neck. You feared he would make a claiming mark soon, his teeth grazing over your skin threateningly, but so far he had restrained himself from that ultimate act of dominance. You had a moment to collect yourself as he temporarily released you to slide out of his shirt, a light sheen of sweat covering his chest, before then taking off his pants and underwear. His large cock bounced free. “No, no, no please I don-,” you started to protest before your pleas were swallowed up by his lips dominating yours in an oppressive embrace. He broke the kiss as one of his hands slowly traveled down from your side to your pussy. He slowly teased the lips as you continued to mutter, whimper, and whine out little pleas and protests. But despite your obvious lack of consent, each word you uttered was steeped in arousal. It only convinced him that he was doing the right thing, that you were just too shy to admit that you wanted it, that your shyness in conjunction with your pride made you try to run away. Mostly it convinced him more and more that he just needed to open you up, in every sense of the word. And with that thought he finally slid two fingers inside your eagerly waiting cunt. Instinctively at the sensation your body completely betrayed you, your legs spread more as if inviting him in deeper while moving yourself into his touch, grinding into his fingers. “See babe, I knew you wanted this~,” he whispered faintly before sliding another finger into your drooling depths. He didn’t let up, in fact he picked up the pace as you began really fucking yourself on his fingers, your body clearly craving release. His previously acrid smell began to actually smell a lot better to you, desirable even. The combination of domination, neck stimulation, and his skilled fingers lead to you cumming a lot more quickly than you normally would. “Gosh, such a good girl for me, already cumming for me,” he said under his breath more to himself than to you, as he regarded you with awe. You were the picture of perfection to him, simply radiant as you panted and shuddered in the wake of your climax. Nathan licked all your juices off his fingers before kissing a trail from your pudgy belly to your sex. He kissed it deeply before sliding his tongue in, thoroughly making out with your nether-lips. His tongue was eager for every drop of flavor inside your pussy, the pheromones your body was producing sending him into rut as all the sensations began to trigger you into an early heat. His tongue probed and prodded every inch it could reach within you as you kept producing more slick. It wasn’t long before another orgasm hit you, causing you to squeeze his head between your thick thighs. He didn’t mind at all, instead taking pride in the pleasure he was causing your body despite you claiming you didn’t want him to be doing this. You laid back limp panting more than earlier in the wake of your pleasure, now not even able to make a single objection. But your mate was nowhere near done with you. The alpha flipped you over and put you on your tummy, you felt a warmth on your thighs as he rubbed his cock against you before sliding it all the way inside you. He started very slowly moving back and forth in your abused pussy, savoring every shudder and movement you made under him. As he began licking and kissing your neck gently while mating you agonizingly slowly you began to break down and cry, once more feeling that sensation that had gotten all too familiar lately of tears welling up in your eyes and raining down your face. “So good for me, such a good girl, such a good omega. Taking my cock so well, making so much slick for me to slide in easily, so so good,” he told you in a comforting voice as he peppered the side of your face and your neck with a bunch of tiny kisses. You were shaking, so broken by him. The slow speed had become completely torturous. You needed to cum again. Despite your shaking and exhaustion and sheer overstimulation you began to weakly rock against each one of his thrusts, driving him deeply and forcing the pace to go a bit faster. Nathan followed your cue and started going significantly faster, his large cock rubbing against your walls so wonderfully. You felt so betrayed by your body, starting a heat at his actions, pheromones thick in the air beckoning him to continue, body moving instinctively to seek pleasure from your rapist and captor. But you couldn’t help it. His praise for you continued and now became almost like a chant. “So good for me, so good for me, so good, so good, so good, so good…,” as the words of praise and worship for you kept tumbling from his lips his knot started to grow inside you, binding the two of you together. This was when he started really railing you, his swollen knot catching against your inner folds in the best way possible, as if his cock was specifically for your use. The sensations were reaching their peak for the both of you. Your face completely wet with tears of desperation and frustration. Nathan’s mouth was back at your neck and just as he filled your insides with thick potent seed he bit down on your scent gland HARD. You screamed out loud. A brilliant mix of both pleasure and pain mixed through you as the bite sent an almost electric feeling throughout your entire body as it quivered once more with the strongest climax you had ever experienced in your life. It was so immense that you blacked out from all the sensations assaulting your body. Nathan licked your neck of the blood his claiming bite had caused and pulled you close, spooning you as his knot stayed rigid within you. You woke up whimpering as your sore pussy was being bred all over again. Nathan had never pulled out of you and when he woke up he started thrusting lightly, trying not to disturb your rest. He smiled when he saw that your eyes had opened and you were already flushed and flustered from his movements. “Ah, my sleeping beauty is awake, now we can start round two before breakfast~”

[noellawrites]

Hello! How would yandere Billy Andrews react to his wife going insane/delusional? Thank you 😊

i’m not sure if this is meant to be a request but i’ll just answer it with my opinion if that’s ok?

i think at first he would try to ignore you, hoping he could avoid the problem. when that doesn’t work, he will send you to an asylum.

he’ll specifically do this to try and get you rehabilitated enough so you can take care of your children at the very least. in his opinion, children shouldn’t be raised by maids, and he obviously isn’t going to do it himself.

he’s a little happy when you show signs of being insane or delusional. he’s hoping you become more pliable and less resistant to him.