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[faggotbeloved]

Cold Metal Biting Soft Flesh | Yandere Curly x Captain!M!Reader

Prologue: Decay (~2k words)

CW: Canon typical gore and violence, yandere themes, named original characters. Vomiting, blood and decay, no beta we die like Anya

This work can be skipped, since it's just a prologue.

This work does not contain smut but is 18+. Minors and fem-aligned people, please do not interact. AN at the end.

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As the captain of the Astraeus, a colonization ship in which you take crew back and forth to barren rocks with no life save some algae that's a few million years from walking, you'd seen some shit. The only constants in your life were your ship, your base crew of just six, your nephew, and your title as captain.

Your life was good enough; you picked up around sixty colonists with various skills, dropped them off on a moon or a planet with the things they needed to flourish, then flew back to do it again. You had your late sibling's kid dropped in your lap recently, but he was a good kid and a promising pilot. You hardly spoke to the passengers below deck, but your little gaggle of crewmates were good friends, usually.

You thought you'd seen all that the vast, empty space had to offer until an unidentified object entered your flight path. The red flashing lights warned you that this clearly wasn't an asteroid, but in a meeting your resident doctor claimed that, regardless of its identity, it was in your best interest to ignore it and simply hop over it. When he suggested this to your crew, they were much less than happy to hear it.

"Are you kidding? Whoever it is, their SOS light is on, it's objectively immoral to ignore them. They'll die, if they haven't already!" Sascha protested. Sascha, with her spiky and colorful hair, was always the loudest and most abrasive, so it was no surprise she was vocal in her opinion against it.

"I understand that, but it'll add days to the trip. The passengers will be outraged, we could miss a supply drop—" he defended earnestly, but shut off once you raised a hand to silence him.

"Rhodes. She's right, and it's in our scientific interest," you emphasized, "that we dock at an undocumented craft. If there's living people, it is our responsibility to save them. If there's samples, we should get those, too, since there's no telling what the craft has."

Rhodes sighed and sat back, relinquishing the argument to your wise opinion.

"I motion to investigate the craft," you announced.

"I second the damn motion," Sascha growled.

"All opposed, raise your hand," you instructed. Nobody raised a hand, so you adjourned the meeting and prepared a team to investigate. The passengers didn't really care, not after you explained the cruciality of it all, so you and gathered your selected team.

You were a given; your nephew was in charge in the event that something happened on the Astraeus. Rhodes, with his medical expertise, was forced to come along. Harbor, the resident cook and communications leader, wanted to volunteer, but was overrode by Sascha. Finally, Lucille, who was just about the only person who specialized in combat, came with.

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With that, you donned your suits and ventured into the ship. Once you got inside and depressurized, you were immediately greeted with the thick air of rot. Fuck.

There was no oxygen in the ship and the lights flickered dully as the automatic doors showered with sparks once you left the airlock. You and Lucille forced the door open whilst Sascha and Rhodes bickered over whether or not anyone could still be alive. Sascha was optimistic, and Rhodes was less than.

"Hey, this is a Pony Express freighter," Sascha suddenly realized. "That... uh, fuck, what was her name? The pony mascot, Polle! Yeah, her face is all over the place. What were they hauling?"

Once the broken door opened with a uncomfortable screech, Lucille spoke slowly. "...Mouthwash."

You were stunned. That must have been a million empty bottles in here, all strewn about or in piles. "They ran out of food," Rhodes said softly. "No shit, dumbass. You think they drank it for fun?" Sascha huffed.

"You two, quit," you spoke up. "Pair up and focus. If anyone's alive after this long, it's not going to be pretty. Lou, get your gun."

"Will do, Captain," replied Lucille, waiting for your go-ahead to continue on. You ventured left and met with a wall of insulation foam. Ugh. Of course Pony Express would use insulation instead of spray metal; why wouldn't they cut corners with the cheapest material possible? Makes you glad that they went under a couple decades ago.

"We need to find a new route. These old kinds of ships have a central kitchen, a few other rooms, and a downstairs cargo bay," Sascha informed.

"Get with your pair. Lucille, go with Rhodes. Sascha, you get Lucille's extra gun, come with me. You two, take the right fork and we'll take middle. Keep your mics on."

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As you and Sascha went forward, you found long abandoned bedrooms belonging to a couple crew members. One door, the one without a lock and the only one open, held a woman's ID card, which prompted you to collect the IDs of all members.

"Huh, she's cute. This generation ship had cryopods, maybe she's a popsicle," Sascha joked.

"Be on the lookout for... four crew members and a captain. Young Anglo female named Anya, teenage East Asian male named Daisuke, middle aged Anglo male named Swansea, and a young Anglo male named Jimmy," you announced. "Looks like cabin's cut off from the rest of the ship. They probably had to sleep in the kitchen or medbay."

"Hm. Found the utility, but the door's jammed. I'll circle back," Rhodes said over the mic, passing by the room. "I'm in the medbay. It has traces of blood and vomit on the floor and—fuck, that bed is soaked in dried blood. Empty pill bottles; Captain, I think someone overdosed. It'd be easy, these painkillers are only a little less strong than what we have."

Rhodes observed the room while you and Sascha ventured back and followed their path to meet up.

"There's a gun case. Gun and bullets are missing. Be prepared to see either a crazy, gun wielding bastard or a whole lot of brains on the wall," Lucille said bitterly as you entered.

Sascha had been abnormally quiet since the Medbay news was delivered. "I'm a little nervous to check further now. But I guess we have to, huh?" she muttered.

Emeto and Gore warning.

You pressed on, and in the cockpit was a mess of foam and some dried blood. Nothing too damning just yet, though. You and Sascha lingered back to check out the control panels and determined that the ship steered directly into an asteroid, something virtually impossible with how simple the instructions were. "This was a purposeful crash, gu—" you began, but was cut off by a gag and the sound of vomit hitting a helmet.

"Lucille? Lucille!" You shouted, springing up to rush into the central room.

Ho-ly Fuck.

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Three people of the four you'd seen earlier were slumped across a table, party hats either hanging from their neck or somehow still on their head. You'd never wished to throw up more than in this moment. Lucille, since she'd already thrown up once, had to deal with the vomit coating her helmet, which only prompted her to go again.

The girl, Anya, had bloody saliva and puke dried onto her lips and decay around the her face, while her eyes were bloodshot and her body exhibited every symptom of opioid overdose. She slumped backwards, her position hardly mattering to whoever set this disgusting sight up. Fuck.

The boy, Daisuke, was unrecognizable with his face caved in. He was gruesomely propped up with his head on his hands, which had blood dripping down the forearms. His lips were twisted into a mockery of a smile, and the party hat had stayed on throughout the years of stationary movement. His bowels were nearly spilling out, clearly having been cut by a large sharp object before having been killed by the blow to his face.

The man, Swansea, had a clean bullet hole through the head and had both arms on the table like he was waiting to eat. His head fell backwards and the crust of regurgitated blood caked his lips and chin. Furthermore, his eyeball hung loosely around his chin and he'd been clearly beaten up before hand.

Five steaks lined the plates, and the barely-started decay made the sight worse. Five steaks... in a ship that had no real meat.

Not only were the crew in space with no decomposing lifeforms to feed off of them, they were in a room cold enough to freeze their bodies now that the heater power failed, so decomposition ceased entirely. They were stuck like they had just been killed days ago, their skin bloating and their organs slush inside them. With every poke and prod you made, Lucille gagged and only worsened her condition as she attempted to lift her helmet, since she suddenly had no oxygen but was hit with the smell of rot.

"Look away," you said firmly, motioning for Rhodes to bring Lucille to the side.

"Sealegs, this is your Captain speaking. Do you copy?" You spoke into your microphone, radioing back to the ship.

"Captain, this is Sealegs! I copy!" A young boy's voice chirped out eagerly.

"Sealegs, I want you to talk over the intercom—the big, red button I tell you not to touch—and tell the passengers to send up anyone with 'for-en-sic' or medical expertise. They need suits and tell them that it's a 'Rated R' sight. Three 'ca-da-vers' so far, and to bring barf bags," you said carefully, using words he was unfamiliar with to try not to traumatize your nephew.

You spring into Captain mode, reassigning roles to fit the crew's comfortability and capability. "Sascha, lead the passengers up and make sure they bring actual supplies. A gurney or something in case one of us passes out. Lucille, hand Rhodes your gun. You're dismissed; go shower and clean the vomit from your helmet. You don't need to see this."

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A full inspection of the ship, including the storage, determined that two crew members were missing—Jimmy, and the captain, whose name you hadn't yet found. Unfortunately, both of the captain's ID cards were destroyed beyond repair in a manner that seemed on purpose. The only room not observed yet was the utility room, which was seemingly blocked by a fire axe and multiple furniture items. In the spirit of a full check, you and about a half-dozen passengers broke through and gasped as you finally saw the inside.

The Util room itself was fine, but the final crew member, Jimmy had shot himself in the chest.

It didn't kill him immediately.

He crawled to beside a cryo pod and used his hand to make a handprint on the handle, as if begging someone else to open it.

"Check all of the other pods. I want someone to get that gun, too," you organized, then followed the handprint and lifted open the hatch. Oh. Oh, fuck.

"Shit! I need medical, now! Gurney, respirator, and morphine!" you shouted as a man—the former Captain, you were sure, fell out of the pod in the fetal position, shivering, choking, and staring at you with a wide, terrified eye.

You picked him up, wincing as you felt his raw skin squish under his weight, and removed your helmet to set it over his head for a gasp of real air. God knows how long he'd been without fresh air. You may have been suffocating, but you had good lungs. In less than a minute, the team brought a respirator and oxygen tank with a gurney.

You set him down and placed the mask over yourself, gasping and gagging at the rotting stench in the air, then rasped out to the man, "It'll be okay. We've got you."

You took back your helmet and put the mask over his lipless mouth, then sprinted back to the ship. Once you looked back down at him, you saw a tear escaping his eye and piercing blue irises set upon you.

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Yay... first post on this blog! This is obviously not the only part, I have plans, but this is essentially a skippable cutscene, since you could probably just ignore this part and head to the next once I make it. I just wanted to set the tone and setting, try my hand at gore, and voice my post-judgement headcannons. Anyways, I really hope my writing wasn't bad and it made sense! No Curly just yet, but just wait lol.

[faggotboulevard]

Your yandere curly post is so tasty.... sigh, he idolizes you while simultaneously subtly trying 2 isolate u. Says ur an amazing leader while undermining any of your plans that involve too many other crew members. If tht makes sense.

YES!!!! You get it bro... im gonna write a full fic i think but on my wip acc (@faggotbeloved)

Anyways ur so right!!! Like ur his savior and such a cutie, how could he not fall in love?

You don't need that guy as your copilot, Curly was a great captain before the accident and he'll be a better copilot!! You want food? He cooked a lot at home, silly! He can make a better meal than whoever you have in the kitchen.

You want to have a movie night? Come on, with all the crew? That's excessive, wouldn't a small gathering be better? You're tired? Worried? Sad? Tell him all about it! You don't need your friends. You don't need them. Let him help you, you saved him and it's the least he could do.

Ugh and dont even get me started on him playing the victim... he has nightmares, won't you hold him? His skin grafts are dry, you should put lotion on him. He has cryo hangover, you need to stay by his side in case he needs you! It's never ending with this bastard, and he defends himself with the thought,

The crew is self sufficient enough, he deserves you after all he's gone through.

[fanaticsnail]

Yandere Doffy Anon here

I am picking the Doffy-Thirst-Host Reader, anytime, any day. And yes to Doffy-Thirst-Host Reader noticing Rosinante.

"Speaking of the Heart Pirates..." said Radio Host A. "There is this blond guy who I swear looks like Doflamingo but has the personality and looks of a golden retriever."

"Oh, yeah, the one with the curly hair. The clumsy one?" asked Radio Host B.

On the Polar Tang, Bepo yelled, "Captain, Cora-san, you have to hear this!"

"What?" asked Law, while they heard crashing in the hallway. Cora-san must have ran and tripped. Again.

"They're talking about you, Cora-san!" said Bepo.

Rosinante blinked. Oh no.

"Ah, here is the info... OH MY GOD!"

"What?"

"HE IS?" shrieked Radio Host A.

"He's what?" asked Radio Host B.

"LOOK!" yelled Radio Host A. "Look, look!"

There was a flutter of papers.

"Holy shit." said Radio Host B. "Wait, can we talk about this on air? Oh, look, it was information submitted by Doflamingo. I guess he misses his -"

"YOUNGER BROTHER! NO WONDER! OH MY GOD! DOES THIS MEAN DOFLAMINGO HAS REDDISH-BROWN EYES?! OH MY GOD! NO WONDER CORAZON IS HOT! DONQUIXOTE BROTHERS! BROTHERS! AND CORAZON IS SO CUTE!"

There was a pause.

"I won't make it." gasped Radio Host A. "Two of them. There's TWO of them."

There was squealing.

"We're taking a short break." said Radio Host B.

"ROSINANTE, ARE YOU SINGLE —” demanded Radio Host A.

The radio switched to songs.

On the Polar Tang, Rosinante's face was burning.

- Yandere Doffy Anon

Oh my gosh 🥹😭😭😭. A he lives au? You spoil me, Yandere Doffy Anon. I have been rereading this and squeaking alongside the Doffy-simp host.

I love this 🥹🥹🥹.

....now all we need to do is get the croco-host to notice another scar-faced, nicotine addict (Smoker & Becks) and we'll be all set. I can imagine smoker turning beet red, and Becks being all smug for the rest of the day.

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

Well guys it seems you’ve made your choice!

I’m so happy that you want me to write this because I’m SO EXCITED!!

For a short introduction of her, I’ll be explaining her powers overall, personality and a bit of the plot for the story!

Y/N is a beautiful woman with (whatever body type you have because y’all are beautiful) with long curly hair that goes back to her lowe back. (Or whatever hair you prefer) she has your colored eyes and whatever outfit you choose but in my imagination she has a similar dress like mother Gothel from tangled.

( If you don’t know what it looks like it’s this! )

Now to go on about her personality, if you met her in real life you would probably think it say.. “..what a bewitching woman..”

Which is very very true.

To describe her she’s a very passionate, curious and confident woman, especially in her skills she is.

Like Circe she had the power to turn people into any animal she deems fit, a lion? Go ahead! A mouse?! Done! Any animal or even object she’ll turn you into just like that.

But that’s not even all as she has the power to control life, plants and roses of any poissons or thorns that’ll cut you and leave you lying down on the cold floor, your heart slowly stopping a beat in only just a few seconds.

Her fighting skills are very excellent as well, what? You didn’t think all she was good for was magic did you?

She’s very flexible and fast with her attacks, whether she’s hitting you in the chin with a giant vine/ beanstalk, or wrapping your body tight with thorns and knocking you unconscious with a kick she’s very powerful ether way.

She might even learn to use her magic to control more elements than earth..(hint hint)

But of course..she won’t be powerful enough..

This is a yandere story after all..with multiple pirates chasing after that are of course more powerful than her and could knock her off her feet.

But will she escape? Or be in clutches of obsession forever..? We’ll see..

The plot is that she’s living in a island filled with plants roses, vines of all sort. Poisonous and sone to just show off their beauty of course.

She’s currently living with an old woman who taught her the ways of witchcraft and always getting on her case about wanting to go adventure the seas.

Everything was a bit basic and normal..nothing out of place..

Until the strawhats came of course..

They were interested in her like no one else,

Hell even zoro melted like butter!

So peculiar you could say…

Whether she’s making up new moves and combos involving nature with ‘captain’ usopp, or lazing around with zoro on deck and taking a good nap. Maybe even cooking with sanji while he swoons over you and almost had to go to chopper for the bloodloss, even just sitting in Nami’s office while she works on a map and doodling on a piece of paper innocently.

They just can’t get enough of her…and of course would do anything for her to join the crew.

Even if it means ‘sadly’getting rid of a few people…

Of course the straw hat crew isn’t the only ones who’ll be charmed by her..

The others include

Enel, Boa Hancock, Sir Crocodile, Shanks, Mihawk, Law, Kidd and more…

I don’t want to spoil much more so I hope this short introduction helped you get just a bit excited for this story m’y lovelies <3~

And btw I’m still taking requests!!

A new story will be out soon btw!

Love you all 🌸❤️

[horrormurderkill]

Promise, you'll be by my side?

Yandere (Male) x Reader

Note: author can't decide Curtis' characteristics, reader is a stalker and a bit strange. No mentions of killing, yet

"[Name]? Who ya starin' at?" A team member chirps in, sitting next to you. Your eyes have never left his figure and honestly, you don't know why. He's the new man for every soldier to look up to now, but you being the team's value, captain put him under your wing. They say he's a literal legend, a killing machine, however, you're the one to judge that.

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Profile:

Name: Curtis Chamberlain

Age: 28

Height: 6'1/185 cm

Weight: 141 lbs/ 64 kg

Family member: None

Physical traits: heavy, dirty blonde and curly hair, styled into Crew Cut, droopy eyes (grey eyecolour).

Mannerisms: very stoic, rude at times, very clingy to me but not to others.

Sleeping Schedule: Strict and sleeps exactly at 21:00.

Skills: Quick movements, great strength, extremely silent (points for his stalking ability).

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- Curtis immediately became curious about you, but still kept his distance at all times. But after captain put him to train under you, keeping distance was difficult. One, he was perplexed on the training part. Every mouth and voices' owner who utter his name are always bound to be intimidated by him, yet he's supposed to be prepared by you?

- Two, it's not that much of a help when you're near him almost every time. At the barrack's kitchen? You're in a certain corner, watching him. Curtis checking the grounds and see if there's no enemy? He got spooked by you sneaking up on him.

- After a while though, he started to like it. Even want it throughout his days. Curtis' face expresses grumpiness and attitude, but when you're near, watching him as always, his lips twitches to a smirk.

- Protectiveness over you is 100%. He's strapped, geared and ready to throw someone away in any situation he deems necessary. Not quite clingy, but it depends on the mood.

- Does he see you as a in distress type of person? Kind of. Not because he wants to look down on you, but he just feels like he, Curtis Chamberlain, should safeguard you. Ignores the out of pocket lines you say when near him, the staring contest that seems to make a normal interaction into an awkward circumstance, for the others.

- He even found your lingering eyes on him, when he suddenly woke up from the feeling of being observed. Luckily, it's just you. Sighing slightly, he pulled you onto the bed, hugging you in concealed excitement. You're letting him touch you? You usually hate touch from people, except Lady Luck seems to be on his side right now.

- When you two train, he's always going to the showers, face flushed more than normal. Hint: It's some parts of yours, which he extremely wants to lay a hand on. It's every part of yours.

- He's kinda adorable too. Writing on and crumpling certain amount of papers every night, whining about how the letter isn't going his way. Or muttering to himself regarding the stern face you'd probably going to make to him, once Curtis confesses.

- 'So childish sometimes but a brilliant soldier he is.' You shake your head while you thought of it, closing the notebook in relation to your trainee.

[hannahbarberra162]

Unposted WIPs List

Doctor Doctor - Doctor Kureha + Garp (Mother / son), history explain

What's a doctor to do? Dr. Kureha had an interesting one night stand and wound up pregnant. She's in her sprightly 70s and doesn't have time for all this child rearing nonsense. Her son Garp had better enjoy the travels - or else he gets the fist of love.

Reverse trope - too many isekai readers, silly, one shot

You've woken up on a strange sailing ship, to the complete non-surprise of the crew. You're their 23rd isekai'd reader, they're used to dealing with your type. The only problem is - you have no idea who they are or what they're talking about. All the readers before you have been superfans, knowing every little detail about their lives. But you only read non-fiction and watch documentaries. Who is Luffy and what the hell is a One Piece? You're about to find out!

Bonus that no one asked for and no one cares: in this story, you're a hairstylist. So here are my Strawhat Curly Hair HCs that I wrote for building my story.

Idea Loading: Yandere Sabo X Little Shop of Horrors

Who the Deuce? Ace x Masked Deuce, one shot, angst + fluff

Ace won’t put a label on his relationship with Deuce. He wants to keep their relationship non-exclusive, to Deuce’s chagrin. Deuce begins to get recognized as a rising star in the writing world, and taken on dates by attractive fans. Can Ace tame his jealousy and reclaim his lover? Or has Deuce finally moved on? 

Come As You Are - multi character x Reader, mostly silly. One shots in a collection.

Your devil fruit gives you an unlikely power - the ability to give and withhold orgasm from anyone, without touch. You can make someone come immediately, come for hours on end, or take the ability away for as long as you want. The only person your power doesn't work on is yourself. You meet various characters - what will they want from you? And what will you give them?

Some of the characters include -

Sanji, Brooke, Zoro, Koby, Shachi + Penguin, Doflamingo, and who knows who else...

The Last Empress - Whitebeard (Edward Newgate) x OC** reluctant fated mates, angst + fluff

**I am not sure if it will be a Reader or an OC. I'm open to suggestion.

As you awaited your execution, you felt the faint presence of a Conqueror passing by the island. Rather than dying, you tether yourself to whoever it is, hoping for the best. As the former High Priestess of Haki Island, and the last remaining user of hogoshoku haki, you had a destiny to fulfill. And mate or not, you're going to achieve it.

A story of romance, women supporting women, and how Edward Newgate met his match.

Once Lost Now Found - Cora Lives AU, Cora x Reader, platonic Heart Pirates

Your son ate a formidable devil fruit and can't control the power it gave him. You aren't strong enough on your own to keep him safe from pirates and the government. You need to find someone who can help your son tame his power and keep him hidden. Enter the Heart Pirates, with Captain Trafalgar Law. Can you convince him to let you and your kid stay? Is that his dad? Why is he on fire?

You and Cora bond over single parenthood, found families, idiot / smart sons, and piracy as a second career. And maybe a little more as well.

[carmensbrain]

🌟seize the sol, as they say!🌟

Carmen/Carma 🎀 (she/her)

REQUESTS: OPEN!!

Heya! I’m new to writing on tumblr so here’s my little intro!! ♡

Will write! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

-fluff

-angst

-scenarios/head cannons!!

-fem x masc

-fem x fem

- X fem! readers!!! ^O^

Wont write ( •᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

-nsfw!! I can do drabbles but nothing that explicit sorry!

-yandere/dark/dead🕊️ I can’t write anything like that for my own mental health and I don’t want to engage with it :[

-Masc x Masc as a woman I don’t think I should be writing for mlm as I don’t know how male attraction feels and I wouldn’t be able to accurately portray it sorry :(

- X masc! Reader I can’t write male readers, idk how y’all’s brains work and I don’t wanna

Fandoms/characters below cut!!

✧= priority

꩜= last pick

Overwatch

-Cole Cassidy ✧

-Gabriel Reyes/Reaper ✧

-Hanzo Shimada

-Genji Shimada

-Hana Song/D.Va

-Lúcio Correia dos santos

Call of duty: modern warfare

-Philip Graves

-Simon “ghost” Riley ꩜

-Kim “Horangi” hong-Jin

-Kyle “gaz” Garrick

Creepypasta/Marble hornets ꩜

-Tobias Rodgers/ticci Toby

-Natalie Ouellette/Clockwork

-Jane Richardson/Jane the killer

-Brian Thomas/hoodie

-Tim wright/masky

-Alex Kralie

Detroit become human

-Connor

-nines

-Gavin reed (if you ask nicely..)

-Kara

-Marcus

Misc

-Simon Henricksson (cry of fear)

-Dirk/Dave Strider (Homestuck)

-Hawks (my hero academia)

-Captain Curly (mouthwashing) [pre crash only]

-Leon S Kennedy (Resident evil 4)

More coming soon…

[97keanu]

" ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵃʸ ⁱᵗˢ ᵐᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ"

Dave Lizewski x demonic!reader

Premise: Jennifer's Body x Kick Ass cross over (request). A 10 chapter event of Nerdy Dave who has been best friends with You since diapers, the two of you inseparable, your feelings for each other hidden, unknown outside of the deepest friendship.

In this chapter, we detail the end and the beginning, where it all started and where we are now. Dave and You go to Devil's Kettle High School, You the flag teams captain, Dave, the schools resident shy, nerdy loser.

Were setting the players and starting the game in this chapter.

Read on ao3 here! Part two here read part three here

Word Count: 2.3k

Chapter:1/10

Tags: nerdy!Dave, mean girl!reader, popular!reader, demonic!reader, evil!reader, toxic!reader, yandere!reader, angst, soul connection, red string of fate coded, childhood friends to something more?, childhood friends to enemies, best friends who want more, oblivious Dave who can't imagine that he likes you more than a friend not because he doesn't like you but because why would you, the most popular girl in school ever want him x reader who is obviously pining and flirting, jealous!reader, Dom!reader sub!dave more to come in later chapters.

Chapter One:

"It Feels Like the Start of a Movie I've Seen Before..."

Blood. That's what is in all of us. A pounding, viscous liquid that sustains us all. And here it is, running out of you, as you're tied to this rock, under the light of the moon and a shitty vans headlights pooling onto your terrified form. You're going to die. You know it, the real evil stands over you wearing the face of a boy band member, chuckling about all of this, ready to drive the knife in. You're the perfect "virginal" sacrifice to them and their free ticket to stardom. A flash comes across the 20 something's eyes, perhaps he's seeing Hollywood and fame inside your heaving chest. So close, he has to rip it out to get to it. His band mates cheer him on, as the horror of this night drags on long past what the rest of the town of Devil's Kettle will ever know. The falls beside you roar and drown out any pathetic screams you can muster from your bound mouth. 

Yes, you are going to die here. 

But before all this, you were different. Years before, going back now. You were 5, and he…He was the cutest boy on the playground, with those huge bright blue eyes and a messy mop of curly brown hair. Back then, everyone gushed over Dave, calling him the sweetest boy on the block. You, well, you were cute too, but your wild and vicious spirit overwhelmed any childhood beauty. 

Still, it was then that you walked up to him with such confidence, the need to talk to him so strong. You don't even know why, but what you do know is that he and you are going to be friends. Best friends. 

And you were, from that day on. Ever since you uttered a childish "You're going to come play with me!" Which was never a question, no your dominance was always there from the start, and it was Dave's ultimate weakness. He was head over heels from the minute you pulled his little hand over to the sandbox and began to show him all your toys. Or perhaps the connection really started when you reached into your little refurbished lunchbox serving as a toy bin, and pulled out a bloody thumb. Your little face was scrunched up with confusion on such a pain, never having felt it before like this. 

And Dave, well, Dave was already reaching out for your hand, pulling it up, up, up…

He stuck your thumb right into his mouth and sucked off the blood, the copper taste funny and strange. He has no idea why he did it. Maybe because that's what he always did when he scraped his own hand, and it was the only way his little boy brain could think of to fix the situation. Maybe he was curious about the taste. Who's to say. 

Either way, since then you two had an unbreakable bond. No matter how much everyone eyes the two of you, an unlikely pair. You, who as a kid was said to be a bad influence on sweet little Dave. You, the now popular head of the flag team at Devil's Kettle High School, and the nerdy, shy Dave, still going strong with Friday night sleepovers despite the world looking on and shaking its head. Yes, it's true.

Sandbox love never dies…

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The early spring air brushes through your window as you lay in bed, completely comfortable in a pair of small black shorts that say PINK in giant varsity letters and a tank top with no bra around Dave Lizewski. It's 2009 and you are watching Evil Dead 2 with your best friend in the whole world for the umpteenth time. You love the way you can relax around him. No other boy at school would let you sit next to them on a bed, alone, and not try to be all over you. Even if you two cuddle sometimes it never feels like he would make an unwanted move on you, or any move for that matter. 

He's your most trusted ally, the person who knows some of your deepest secrets and still comes over and lets you put face masks on him and braid his hair. He lets you do anything with him, despite all the highschool typical rumors about him being your gay best friend. 

You know that's not true, you used to even play boyfriend and girlfriend together, before you got old enough that it started being weird. 

No, Dave's just the kind, sweet boy from down the street who has always been there for you. He played doctor and patched up your knees when you scraped them in the woods behind your houses, running wild as children do. He was there for you when your dad left your mom, and reversely, you were there for him when his mom left his dad two years later. You had a bond that you couldn't explain to anyone else. Sometimes it was like Dave was there before you even told him that you were hurt or upset. He often came through your bedroom window, climbing up the viney terrace outside, and slipping in to your aid. He wiped away the mascara coated tears and held your hand.

Dave was like your own personal savior. He was Heavensent, an angel sent in a nerdy teenage boy's body. He didn't act at all like the other boys at school, even when your mom warned you that all men are pigs and that you can never trust any of them. You know she was somewhat right, after your dad cheated you couldn't bear the thought of ever loving a boy. Even as the countless boys at school asked you out, you never felt that anger and disgust you had for them towards Dave. He was just different. He was soft, he was caring, he was kind, and best of all he made you laugh, rolling on his bed together until your stomach cramped and your face hurt from laughing.  He was, well, Dave.  And it was in sophomore year that you realized you might actually love Dave. You were at the winter ball, getting crowned The Snowflake Queen, something your mom was when she was in highschool, and something you found yourself desperately wanting as time went on. The prestige, the attention, you couldn't help but crave it. But standing up there next to Logan Turner, the massive lugheaded jock as your "king", while Dave sat in his too big tux in the crowd, cheering you on. You found you wished it was him standing next to you. And you knew then, that it was always Dave, and it couldn't ever be anyone else. You were fucked from then on. There was even a strange month where you were coming to terms with these new feelings and could hardly stand to be in the same room as Dave without being turned on, embarrassed of your want of him.  That's when he met Todd and Marty, two much more disgusting, nerdy boys. You hated Todd and Marty. You hated them more because they egged Dave on to get a girlfriend, trying to hook him on any girl at school to gush over, since that's what they did all day besides jerking off at home alone. Dave wasn't the type to fall into all of that, at least you thought so until what he begins to tell you tonight.  The two of you are laying in your soft pink bed, your room totally girly just how you like it, Dave laying his head on your favorite plushie. He looks over at you, pushing his glasses up as they get scrunched on the half of his face cuddled up to your pink covers, his blue eyes excited but serious. "Hey, can I tell you something?" He says, his usual shy and somewhat stuttering speech patterns hardly ever a problem around you.  "Sure, what's on your mind, Dave?" You say, your faces are so close on the bed. It's been two years since your breakdown, figuring out your feelings for Dave and pushing them down, but even still this moment starts to feel intimate. You even wonder if he will ask…? 

The next words out of his mouth make you feel as if your soul has plummeted to your gut while trying to claw its way out. 

"You remember that girl, Katie from Bio III?" And he seems so excited to tell you about it. That's the worst part.  You can imagine her in your head, and at the same time you can imagine wrapping your pretty pink manicured hands around her throat until she turns a lovely shade of purple. The anger you feel is like morphine, hot, rushing through your body, then turning into a dull numbness. You know you can't show any of these feelings, so your glossy lips feign a smile and you nod your pretty little head to attempt to match Dave's energy. 

"Katie…! Yeah, I remember her." You say forcibly.

"Yeah, well I was thinking about asking her out sometime…" He continues to speak about the how's, why's, and how nervous he is to tell her, but all you hear is a dull ringing in your ears, the fake smile you learned to keep up from your mom showing the whole time.  You can't believe this. Mousey Katie over you. Have you not done your best to be everything for Dave? It's like you've been friendzoned but that doesn't happen to hot girls like you.  All you know is you have to stop Dave from asking her out by any means possible.

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You've been steaming all day, simmering like a pot left on the stove for too long, forgotten attention since Dave has been flustered Katie. Of course your exterior is perfect, popular you. Dave has no clue how badly his admission last Friday affected you, why would he? It's not like you've ever even really let him know how you truly feel. Sure, you teased him, playfully hit him in the arm until you bordered on going too far, pinned him to your bed in endless pillow fights until the feathers settled down around the two of you before you ever did. You had no way of knowing how to tell him without telling him more than this, and there's no way you're just going to come out and say it. In class all you can think about is how you straddled him on Friday, and teased about his crush to save face. You were all energy, Dave staring up at you with his big blue eyes oblivious to your hurt, telling you to quit making fun of him for liking a girl with a smile. You couldn't help but feel your stomach clench in different ways, your thighs positioned on either side of his lap making you want him, but the thought of him liking Katie burning a hole instead. Dave never even thought of you as an option of the girls he could have chosen, that much was clear. And it killed you to think about.  Now you're at your locker when you see Dave walking towards you. You two usually meet now to take lunch, but your heart falls out of your body and splats gorey on the linoleum when he passes by you with a small wave on his way towards Katie at her locker. The inside of your mouth feels hot and your spine runs cold.  He walks over there to that dumb little brunette, nervously trying to get the idea of taking her out for a date. You will not allow this. You slam your locker and strut over there, your heels clicking and Dave's eyes sliding to you as you approach.  "Well, K-Katie I, Well, I was wondering if um, you maybe wanted to go, go out this Friday…?" He's finishing when you approach, speaking up before Katie can respond.  "Yeah! There's a band playing at Melody Lane and a bunch of us are going, it would be so totes cool if you came with us as, like, a group, Katie!" You are all popular, valley girl talk, making Katie think she's being asked to hang out with you more than Dave.

Her eyes light up, the idea of getting closer with a cool girl like you exciting her way more than going out with Dave. "She doesn't even deserve you.." You think in response.  "Yeah, I had asked Dave here to ask you for me!" You continue, touching Katie's arm as if you two are like, totally besties!, yuck... Dave starts to stutter out to correct the situation, but the bell rings and Katie is nodding in agreement to your proposal already. "Awesome! I'll like, totally text you the deets." You say with a fake smile and squeeze on her arm while she's walking away. As soon as she's out of earshot Dave is chiding you, one of the few times he's actually mad at you.  "Hey! What was that about, you knew I liked her?" You turn to see his eyes searching yours for some sort of truth, that you didn't do that to just sabotage him. You place a loving hand on his chest.  "Oh Dave, please. You were floundering, I saved you!" You bat your long, dark lashes at him with a heart melting grin you know will win him over. "I'm, like, the best wingman, and you should be, like, thanking me right now, actually."  "I…well…I guess she did confirm she's coming this Friday…" He admits, his voice softening to the Dave you love and know.  "See? Worked out perfectly…" You say and walk away towards lunch, knowing Dave will be in tow. Now, the question is how will you finish off this little crush of his?

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[tonightwrites]

Descriptions of my OC's

Dominic Finch (Domi)

Credit goes to @honey-beeuwu

Blue Eyes. Brown wavy hair, medium length

possessive and protective.

Was the Empress’ first concubine and was a servant to her since they were children. Takes pride in it, was her first friend.

Always compares himself to Izacc Rinefern.

Son of Chef Finch (Alan Finch) and deceased Elain Finch.

The “Hound”

Izacc Rinfern (Zacc)

Credit goes to: @heavenlyfloof

Brown eyes

Black hair straight short length

Former captain of the royal guards and the Empress’ second concubine. 

Son of Lord Rinefern (Marcus Rinefern) and Lady Rinefern (Anabell Rinefern).

The “Tiger”

Alun Prothro

Green eyes

Short Blonde straight hair

Current captain of the guard and helps the empress cover the concubines tracks. 

Helps her get away from them if she needs privacy.

Platonic (brotherly) yandere. Nonromantic, just wants to protect her. No sexual feelings. Reminds him of his fragile sister that died from a thief.

The "Hawk"

Thiago (Te-ah-go) Amos

Brown eyes

Reddish brown curly hair medium length

Prince of Amodod Kingdom, Father- King Afonso Amos, Mother- unknown

The Horse

[goofyhoffy]

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook × reader

Genre: romcom

Word count : 3.4 k

Warnings : fluffy, swearing, angst, anxiety attack, smut, kinky, abusive language, mention of hickey, sexual harassment, yandere, love, sex, romance, licking, bullying, misunderstanding, one shot, rudeness, humiliation.

Summary: Gone for the last fairwell party where you meet the nerd kid Jeon Jungkook. The rudest boy who hates the popular kid like you. But then something changed and make you fall for him.

Author note: smoky fanfic for some smoky peeps . Share your opinions.

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"You're not going to attend the fairwell party, _____" your mother said. Tonight there is your first year fairwell party at the restaurant. Everyone is already so excited and planned about tonight. But your heartless abusive mother detains you from going.

"Why, that's so cruel. It's my first college fairwell. Everyone will be there. Let me go." You gasped at your mother. She with her eyes wide open signed you to stop your mouth.

"Be at your room till I come back from our ladies get to together. I'll be late, so close all the door. And be at your room. Don't think of going anywhere. Understood." Your mother shouted and leave the house for the party.

You close the door and shouted at the top of your lungs. You're so annoyed that your abusive mother never let you go anywhere. She's so mean that she goes everywhere without letting you go. But you also know your tricks to go there.  You know  the fairwell party gonna be lit with kids on the bars and restaurant all around. As early as your mom leaves you dressed up in your short silk black dress with your long curly hairs open. Match up with some smokey eyes and pencil heels. Afterall you're the most popular kid there, so you have to go there. But you never want to go cause the people around there are so mean and a bully to others.

Though you never get bullied but you felt bad for others. The better you know that the college guys are the meanest and cruelest. You're also so soft hearted that you fear of speaking up for them. Only for this reason you keep hating other and never went to any of the colleges parties. Even everyone insisted you so much. But today there is a sudden urge to attain the party. Because of your bestie since birth. Because of him you're going to the party. The season last party. Your guts are telling you that something big is gonna be happen with you. Something fun gonna be happen.

You waited at the front door for your bestie to pick you up. You checked the time it's already 9 pm and you need to came back by 2 am or else your mother gonna kill your ass of. It's drizzling outside , soft rains are always your favorite but today you don't have the time to appreciate the nature beauty. But you have to kill the party the fullest. You were just waiting.

"Babyygirl, come on! Get inside this beast." Suga shouted at the high pitch. You glad to see your bestie after waiting for them so long. He along with some other guys ride in a black open Jeep Wrangler. You got astonished to see the big Jeep. You walk upon the Jeep and gulped.

"We're going in this?" You questioned.

"Yes baby, now don't waste your time. And get your ass on this." Suga giggled. You get on that open Jeep. Suga helped you too. The Jeep started and all your hair dances in the air. The moonlight along with drizzling cloud make the sky look beautiful. You're feeling so alluring the whole journey.

When you stepped inside the restaurant,  it was nothing like that. It's filled with smoke and known people faces. Kids are drinking , smoking , dancing and making out. As soon as you step in, the focus shifted to you. Everyone started to making cheers, noise with your name. Some people said "look ___ is looking damn hot." "Her ass! I can die for" "can I fuck her only for today" "she wear this dress to show her big cleavage." And some girls there bitching "why this slut is here?" "God! I thought she died. Now who gonna see me." "I need to cover my boyfriends eyes, or else this whore gonna seduce him."  Everyone is just objectifying you. Only for this reasons you  hate to attain any party. All of them only gonna blame or body shames you.

Hearing all of this you squeezed Suga's hand in shame and murmured "Suga can I go home. This place is not for me." He instantly feels that you're feeling uncomfortable. He grapped your hand and shouted "hey people, look! If anyone gonna open their mouth to spite any bad words to ____. I'm gonna make their college life a hell. So shut the fuck up." Suddenly everyone looks downwards and keep on doing their things. Afterall Suga have hype on the college because he's the captain of the basketball and all of the college kids are afraid of him. This is the perks of having a scary bestie.

"Thanks. Today I'm not gonna interrupt you more. So, now you can have fun. I will also find someone to have fun." You sighed to Suga.

"Shut your thanks, babygirl. I'm always here for you only. If anything happens you can  just call me. I will be here around." He said and walked inside the bar.

Being a popular and good looking girl isn't a great thing. People only notice the worst side of you. You're thinking only this things and make your way to the near by open area on that Place. There's no one. Only you and your loneliness appreciating the cloudy night weather. Even though you have Suga as your bestie,  he also can't always look after you. Apart from him, no one was there as your friends. As you interact really less.

Standing there for so long your eyes trail down to a huge postures sitting down the couch. Black leather jacket, high black boots, smokey black eyes, dark gelled hair with tattooed neck a boy was sitting at the couch. You side eyed at him for a better view. He was drawing something. You peek into the painting you saw it was the soothing sky he was drawing. You again trail your eyes to his full muscular body. But you were unable to see his face as he head downs to draw. You just want to look at his face.

For quite a long there,  he said nothing to you. As only both of you're there you thought of asking him. "It's looking like you're painting this beautiful sky." You asked. The boy looked up to your face. His dark glowing eyes look straight into you. It was a known face too. His baby face isn't matching his devil body postures. You mesmerized to his beauty.  You tell you heart you know him, but never noticed him. He was Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook. The nerd kid who always sits at the last bench but tops the class. Who never spokes to anyone. Who's always so lonely when noticed.

"Yeah. I guess you have eyes." Jungkook scoff. But one thing more he's the rudest. Never in his life he talks to anyone in the straight face. Because of that he never have friends. You rolled your eyes.

"I also have mouth but I guess it's best to shut. People are so mean here." You said.

"Huh! Afterall meanest than me. I'm the one who haven't talk about your tits and ass in the whole room here." Jungkook smirked

"Better for you to not open your mouth. I'm only trying to start a conversation with you politely. But you -" Jungkook intrepputed you.

"Yes, I'm the one who shut your bullying mouth. You popular kids always thought we nerds are piece of shit. But we aren't. We aren't even not care for you to answer back. But see today I did." Jungkook again smirked.

"What? I never bullied anyone. Actually you're mad or anything to start a verbal fight here. Do your shitty work, you're good to be alone. Now, I got it why no ones talk to you." You chuckled devilishly.

"I don't make fake friends like you or I say friends with benefits. Huh!" Jungkook giggled.

"Friends with benefits? What do you mean. You totally ruined my mood. Just fuck your life with this shitty attitude you fucking nerd. I'm good to go." You shouted at him and walks towards the bar.

But suddenly,  Jungkook dropped all his drawing book at the floor and runs towards you and grapped you wrist from the back.

"What do you think? Where you're going? " Jungkook said.

You got confused by his actions. "Wait. Why the fuck you touched me? Get off me." You screamed at him. And he instantly released your hand from his grip.

"Cool, using women card huh. See you soon babe." Jungkook smirked turns to devilishly chuckled.  You just get off from there.

Soon you go inside the bar. Asked the bartender to give you some cocktail. He handed over to you. You sit beside a group of creepy men who were keep staring at your thighs. You were getting super uncomfortable because of  that. They're laughing, talking shit about you and your dress. But the limit crossed when one of guys handed over a page to you.

'One night stand! Money as much as you want.' Your blood started to rush over those guys.

You just want to slap them in the face. You hate how the whole fairwell night is turning into a nightmare for you. You never want to come here. You're cussing Suga for insisting you to come.

You grumbled the paper and through it on there faces. But then one of the guys started to touching you inappropriately around your thighs. You don't know what to do. Your anxiety level is getting on peak. All the men covered you and started touching you inappropriately. Out of fear you just sit like a piece of stone.

But then only Jungkook shouted at the group of men around you. His muscular body fitted his leather jacket perfectly. "You creeps,  just get off from her."

One of them says "who is she? Your si-"  Jungkook intrepputed them.

"Yeah, she's my fucking friend. Get off from her." And he grapped your hand and take you aside.

"Just kept your fucking dicks in your pants. If I ever see anyone of you to humiliating any girl. I will cut your penis off. Understood. Fuck off now." He shouted at them. And all of them just leaves the bar.

You're still in a sense of shock. You never believed this happens with you. Room full of air-conditioned but still you're sweating like crazy. You got your first anxiety attack after certain long. Your hand are trembling and tears down to your eyes. You still sense less what's going on.

"You're okay?" Jungkook asked with his baby voice.

You didn't answer anything. You just hugged Jungkook so hard. Nothing in your mind just you hugging him to get some heat and strength. Tears rolled down your eyes stopped to get his presence. He hugged you back and patted your back smoothly. Slowly the terror lives you.

"It's okay. Don't worry. I'm here. You're save." He said.

"I'm here to get your back. Calm down. Your makeup gonna ruin." He scoffs.

"Keep your mouth open. Or else i- " you cut him off.

"I'm okay. Thanks." You gasped.

"Want to have some fresh air outside?" He asked.

"Let's go. I can't breathe here anymore." I sighed. I grapped his wrist and fetch him to outside.

It was storming outside and slow winds crossing over my face. It felt so soothing to go outside and breathe some fresh air. I looked at Jungkook and felt so guilty for misunderstanding him earlier. His baby face just melts my heart. He's a purely the kindest and most helpful. I still regret why I never talked to him on the first hand. Well, I  always have an eye on him for his tonned body. But the behavior always drive me crazy. The way he looked when he was angry at them. His veins hands with silver rings. And those messy dark hair sooths my heart. I once again fall for his kindness,  generosity and smartness.

"Thanks but sorry." You looked at him.

He gazed at me "nothing to thanks me but take care of yourself. A girl should keep her mouth open for herself. Never depend on anyone else other than yourself. You're your own security. Understood."

"Your words are always so deep. But again sorry." You apologized

"Well, I'm sorry too for being rude. I don't mean to but -" you cut him off.

"But nothing. Just end those shitty things. I really liked how you saved me. I promise that from now onwards I will take care of myself." And you smiled at him.

He caressed my cheeks and smiled too. "I always thought you're mean but I was wrong. You're such a sweetheart."

"I know, people assume mean things about me. But at my surprise you're too a darling. But your words are full of sarcasm just like you." You  said.

He giggled at my words. Then you gazed at his eyes and caress his dark long hairs which was covering his baby face. You touched his hairs. You feel a sudden arousal to find him. He was different and amazing. You realized he have something you are finding since a long. He get stumble too with your touch. He felt like he got goosebumps to your touch.  You both keep staring to each others eyes for so long.

But then Jungkook broke it and scoff "your touch gives me goosebumps. Don't be so touchy or else something wrong gonna happen." And you giggled hard at him.

"Okay, I'll give you space." You scoffs.

As you both walk down to a group of boys having tons of beer. The whole area beside them smells like alcohol. You felt like trying some alcohol.

"Want to try some beer?" You asked him.

"Sure. Let's compete who can have more alcohol in their blood tonight." Jungkook smirked to me.

You both took one can of beer and gulped it at one shot. It was so refreshing and taste weird. But alcohol are meant to be tasteless. Jungkook goes for another one and so do you. You both keep on finishing the beer cans one by one. You're so into the competition that both of you crossed all the limits. Just drinking and laughing. After having enough can beer you were just pretending that you're drinking. But you were fully drunk. The alcohol is all over your body. Your dress got drenched with beer. On the other hand, Jungkook keep on going with the beer. Drinking and drinking but not stopping. He's the actual nerd kid who have a super big competitive ass in anything.

"Stop you dick. I can't drink anymore. You win. Cool!" You screamed in annoyance.

"Winner. Yeah. I knew it. No one can win from me." Jungkook yelled.

You made a annoyance face and said "look at my dress, alcohol is all over my body. It's drenched me. I smell like alcohol."

"Are you telling me to lick the beer from your body! Huh?" Jungkook grinned. He's totally drunk. He lost all his senses and so do you. Both are drunk and alone.

"Would you lick me if I say! Huh?" You giggled.

"Just say and I will lick you all up from head to toe baby." He smirked. And walk up to you and licked your neck.

"Stop it. I'll clean it myself." you pushed him kiddingly and ran towards the washroom to clean all the mess up.

At the water basin, you got some tissues and clean all the mess. From neck to your torso where all the beer spilled. But there also Jungkook followed you from the back.

You suddenly feel someone touched your back. You looked back and realized Jungkook is hugging you from behind. Locking your hands and softly kissing your ears. His warm huge body fits you finely. The alcohol fragrance along with his cologne smells it's so sexy. You don't want to leave him and not either tried to get out of his grip. He makes you so comfortable with his body all over you. That's feels so calming and horny. You want him to eat you.

"I said I'll lick you clean. You don't need to clean yourself." Jungkook softly said.

He then smoothly take your open hair aside and kissed your neck. It's feels like you're the last person to eat in this planet. He spins you and now you're facing him. He's so close to your face, you can feel his hot alcoholic breath on your face. He kissed you again all over your neck and beyond leaving some purple marks on your fine white body.

"Don't you want to clean by me! Huh?" Jungkook smirked.

"I-I yes, I want." You said in a shaky voice.

He hovered over you with his lips. Licking neck to chin and then he stopped. He looked into your deep pale eyes. You meet his eyes. His eyes speaking that he will made you watch the heavenly stars today. Without any second thought he kissed you in lips. You deepens the kiss with your tongue into him. His pink juicy lips taste so fine.  He bit you on your upper lips which make it more loving. Then his one hand goes under my dress while the other is still there to deepens your lips. You put your hands on his long dark gelled hair. You both are caressing each other. Deep moans under Neath the breath was changed. Before going out of breath you broke the kiss and you both breathed so heavily.

He lifted you on the top of the water basin of the washroom and touched your inner thigh. A little moans let out from your mouth. His cold long fingers when touched your warm fizzy thighs it's giving you thrills. You spread your long legs further directing him to devour you inside. The hot make out already make you so wet that you can't resist. He pulled the hem of your dress and looks at the most beautiful site at that time. His eyes were glowing to meet with your small pussy.

"You want?" Jungkook asked me before putting his hands further.

"I want you to fuck me. Made me see the stars tonight." You softly screamed.

Jungkook getting the signal to proceed he touched your wet pussy over the panties. But the panties are already drenched of your cum. He gulped and smirked leaving your panty at the floor. He tilted you aside and thrust two of his finger inside of you. His cold veiny long fingers when get inside you, it gives you thrills. You moan his name. He gently thrust each of the finger inward. You already can see the stars.

"Jun-Jungkook!" You moans

"You want more?" Jungkook asked.

"Jun-Jungkook. Yeah. I want you to be inside." You screamed in pleasure.

He gently keeps on going with his fingers all the way. You lift up and you can see the budge on Jungkook jeans. You unlock his belt and put his jeans off. His big member is already waiting for you. Your eyes glowed up to see his big huge dick. You stroke it and it's already having a Boner. Jungkook stops and looked at your eyes.

"Are you sure that you can take my member inside you! Huh?" He smirked.

"Can't wait more to have you inside me. I want your fucking dick to tear my fragile pussy." You growned.

"Then let's just fuck you, ______" Jungkook moans.

You spread your legs further and he put his tip of the cock inside you. He's teasing you but then you thrust him in. His huge cock perfectly fits your pussy. He started to thrust fast and fast. He's moaning your name at high pitch. And you want him more and more. His hips are thrusting hard into you. You see all the colours of the stars. Jungkook made you realize the pleasure. It's get so heated that at last he thrust your g spot. You feel relieved.

"I'm going to cum, Kook." You said.

"I want you to cum on my fucking dick!" He exclaimed.

You cumed in his dick and all over his shirt. Your white liquid is all over the place. He smirked and gently took you off the water basin.

"Did I licked you well, ____?" Jungkook murmured.

"Yeah, I want you to lick me every day, Jungkook." You said softly.

He gently put your clothes on and you wear them. He also did the same. And he kissed your forehead and patted with love.

[lord-explosion-baku]

The Return

Yandere!Midoriya x reader

warnings: yandere, mentions of violence, smoking, creepy, dark themes

A/N: This is just a short little snoot based on a scary story I used to tell around the fire while camping. Mind the warnings. 

It had been several years since Izuku Midoriya disappeared without a trace. The police and the heroes alike searched for months and months with nobody finding a damn thing. It was a national tragedy; Deku had the potential to change the world for the better and his loss would never be forgotten. There was even a day reserved for him where people would light green candles and place them on their porches and balconies where they would pray for his return. His mother wailed, his friends mourned, and you were free.

You were free. Free from those yearning stares, those two-long hand touches, those unsolicited gifts, and those unwarranted nighttime visits. You always knew you were never safe with Midoriya around—or possibly you were too safe—and when he stopped existing, your life had gotten better. Easier. You no longer had to live on edge, afraid of catching a tuft of green hair around every corner, spying on you through any window he could find, finding you even when you were out of town. He was gone. 

You were free. Until you weren’t.

It was all over the news: the surprising resurgence of the tragically-lost, rising hero Deku. You’d heard it and seen it. The man who claimed to be Izuku Midoriya had the same unruly, curly hair that bounced when he walked, the same eager, green eyes that complimented his innocent facade, and the same brutal scars from all those times he’d broken his bones that fed his emblem. He looked exactly like Midoriya, only more refined. He was more muscular, a tad taller, and there was a gleam in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. You’d heard from friends all about how he retained all of his memories from before his disappearance—even the ones that nobody would know about except for him—but had no memory of where he’d been or what had happened while he was lost.

There wasn’t a single soul on the planet that didn’t believe that Midoriya had returned. You knew better. You knew that he, whoever he was, was an imposter. But it wasn’t like you could prove it.

For weeks, you avoided places where you knew this faux-Midoriya was going to be. Friends invited you to ‘welcome back’ parties where Midoriya’s life would be celebrated, but you never showed. You didn’t take the main streets where you knew this new hero would be patrolling, always making sure to check the news to see every instance the camera caught him performing one of his many good deeds. You might’ve been getting a little obsessive yourself, but it was worth it to never have contact with the imposter.

It didn’t take much time for the long-forgotten creeping feeling to sneak its way into your home and on your skin. You didn’t think that faux-Midoriya would know to stalk you like the real Midoriya, especially since the real Midoriya had always kept that part of his life secret and safe, just as you kept the event that let you know Midoriya wasn’t really back locked away inside your mind. You hadn’t ever told anybody about it. Still, you knew he was watching you. You never saw him, but you felt him.

As the days progressed, this feeling only got worse. You would find bouquets of flowers left on your doorstep and little notes left on your car. You’d told you friends how you were feeling unsafe, dancing around the topic of how insane you thought the world was for buying that Midoroya had returned, but whenever you brought it up, you were met with rolling eyes and tea sips. Even Bakugou believed it was really Midoriya who had returned, and you’d only found out that little fact when you attended a rather large get-together at a nearby bar to celebrate a huge win for the Ground Zero hero agency.

The only reason you went out was because you thought Midoriya wasn’t going to be there. You missed seeing people, and you’d thought you were going to be safe since Bakugou never seemed to like Midoriya, but it seemed that years away from one’s annoying ex-rival softens one up a little.

Panic struck you as soon as you saw him. The imposter was chatting it up with another hero, asking them questions about their quirk and support items, much like the real Midoriya would be doing, when those soft green eyes slid over to you. His face lit up and he smiled that smile—the one that was only reserved exclusively for you, the one that made chills run down your spine.  

You were out the door immediately, shaking uncontrollably, crumbling against the bar’s side wall. It took a couple attempts for you to finally light the cigarette between your trembling fingers, but before you could take your first drag, you heard him speak.

“You really shouldn’t smoke.” His voice was like sweet cream, rich and soft. Your gaze went up to meet familiar kind, dishonest eyes. “You’ve always had such pretty skin. I’d hate to see you ruin it.”

“M-Midoriya,” you whispered, tone flat, voice hoarse. He crouched down beside you and brushed some of the hair in your face back and behind your hair. It was such a small gesture, but you felt completely violated.

“Hi, bunny,” not-Midoriya said, “It’s good to see you.”

You shook your head, because his appearance was absolutely uncanny. This man was Izuku Midoriya, only there was no possible way that could be true.

Midoriya seemed content by your befuddlement. You were sure he was enjoying this new life, eating up all the attention he’d gotten since his return, but he didn’t have you to torture. The real Midoriya could never live without filling you up with unease.

He eyed the cigarette burning between your fingers and clicked his tongue. “You’re shivering,” he mused, taking the cigarette out of your hand. He smiled faintly at its cherry, took a long drag, and put it out against the brick wall. Then, he clasped his hands over yours. “Do you know how much I’ve missed you?”

“Don’t-!”

His touch lingered like it always used to. He hummed and brushed his thumb down the palm of your hand, gazing up at you through too-long lashes. “I’ve missed that face you’re making too.”

You had to remind yourself that it wasn’t him. It couldn’t possibly be him. You knew better. You knew what happened. It wasn’t him.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Midoriya flashed a wide, pearly-white smile and brought your hand up to his cheek. He was warm from his blushing. He’d always been so warm. He closed his eyes and pushed your hands down to his neck—the last place you’d touched him when he was alive. “But you should know,” he whispered darkly, “nothing will ever keep me from my bunny for too long.”

“No,” you croaked, pulling your hand back. This wasn’t real. He was supposed to be gone. You were supposed to be free.

“Yes,” he crooned, eyes opened and gleaming with delight..

It couldn’t be him. It could never be him. Izuku Midoriya was gone, and this man was a fraud. You were sure of it. He could look, sound, and feel like him, but there was a zero percent possibility that he had returned.

You would know. You burned his body after you killed him.

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[faggotboulevard]

Curly... yandere curly w a captain reader who found the tulpar a few days after he unfroze just over 20 years later...

Could you imagineee the chaos??? And the potential ofc

Like ur a captain of a colonization flight for some barren rock that HQ(tm) wants to make grow life so of course youre kitted out with everything a ship could need, including a bio fabricator (bear w me)

And suddenly you see an unidentified object in your trajectory and get close enough to realize that it's had sos signs for at least a couple decades.

Sooo u explore and blahblah blah u find curly in the pod and rush him back,,, build him new skin and robotic limbs,,, and suddenly you have an overbearing "friend" who just wants to prove his gratitude and worth and why are you joking with your crew? Hes a relic from the past with funny stories, too! Don't you care more about him? He's in pain, why aren't you monitoring him? As captain, its your job right? He can be your co-captain! He's helpful!

Anyways i have brain worms about him

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

Yandere!Benn x male s/o

~mention of previous abuse;hurt/comfort~

This is linked to Yandere!Shank x reader and it will mention some events happened in the latter

Why, why your sister, the one that had always your back snapped at you like that? Was she jealous ? Did you do something that annoyed her? You were musing on the incident , remembering the names she had called you. A tear, followed another down your now red cheeks. You tried to be strong, to not be a burden to everybody anymore. But the thoughts that plagued your mind decided it was time to resurface. She mentioned " Dad", the one that made you what you are now. Memories of a dark, lonely room. You in chain, the beatings you received, better called by your so called dad " correctional". The screams, those primitive scream that destroyed your throat. Pain. All you remembered was pain. The sadness came after, in those moments you were all alone, bleeding, pleading your father to let you out, swearing that you had learned your lesson, that from then on you would be a good boy. Then no more. Your memomies became confused. You couldn't think but you thought too much at the same time. You were spacing yet you were aware of your surrounding. You were spiraling, you knew that much. You tried finding something useful to ground you. You grabbed the first thing you saw, and that happened to be Benn's cloak. You took it in your hands and tried some exercises that usually helped you whenever you had this episodes. But that wasn't enough. You were too far down the rabbit hole to come out alone. You were alone.

Outside, Benn was looking for you. He knew that everytime you needed to think you followed a routine. First you went to grab a glass of water. Then you could either go in the crow's nest or stood in a remote part of the ship, were the silence helped you calm down. So he did that. In the kitchen he asked yasopp if he had seen you, but when he said no, distress started to settle in. He was a calm and collected man. He recalled what happened some minutes before and tried to think about possible triggers that could make you spiral. There, the word Dad resonated among the others. He looked then at the clock. Shit, it was already ten and so minutes. That was bad. He sprinted out of the kitchen and went into your shared bedroom. There he found you huddled in a corner, cloak in hand, shaking and hyperventilating. You didn't noticed him and that was enough of an alarm signal. He approached calmly, so to not startle you, and tried calling your name a few times.

-Y/n..y/n...it's me okay, you're safe. Can I touch you? -

He was always so careful whenever you were in this state. He tried once to approach and you reacted so badly that, for once he felt guilty. When you didn't show signs of understanding nor refusing, he slowly took your hand in his, and rubbed small circle. Normally this would help you a bit knowing that he was there and you were safe, he had you. A lithany of sweet nothing spilled from his lips, telling you that you were okay, you were safe, you were there, on the Red Force, that everyone was okay too.

After 15 more minutes you started to breathe more or less regularly, taking in some shaky breath then and there. He had moved from his previous position to embrace you in a loose hug, as to not cage you, with your head in his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

A rhythmic melody, one that always shooed away your nightmares and your worries. One that was steady as the ocean you were sailing. One that told a story.

It had been almost an hour and a half before you spoke. Just one word. -Thanks-. A whisper. No more louder. He smiled a bit, relieved that you were feeling better than before. -Y/n, do you want to lie down a bit? Want me to fetch something for you? A glass of water, perhaps? -. This moment were far in between, but he had it down to a fine art. -Yes, water would be nice. And if we... if we could.... - ah, yes. That was the shy boy he fell in love with. That alone made his heart skip a beat. -Of course , darling, whatever you need-. After getting up and changed in something fresher and setting under the cover, he settled behind you, your had in his chest, and nuzzlee a bit your curly hair. There was not a word said, only small caress on your back, constant as his heartbeat that lulled you to sleep. After all, you were exhausted. He than waited a bit more, making sure that you were properly asleep. He layed a kiss on your head, then on you cheek. He slided slowly away, minding you sleeping. He needed to talk to Shanks. Now.

Outside, at the wheel, there stood the captain. He seemed lost in thoughts. - Benn. I apologize for what happened earlier. I hope y/n is okay. -, - He is mostly okay now, he's sleeping. But we need to talk. This can't go on any longer. -. Of course they knew, being together since for many years helped them develop a unique bond. - I already punished her for her behaviour, but we will talk more. She should be grateful to her brother for what she helped her achieve. We don't accept this on this ship, do we? - -aye, cap'n. By the way, what do you intend to do with her. I sincerely hope that they can sort it out, but it that's not the case? What will you do? -. That question held thousand of others. Indeed he knew that Y/n's sister captured his captain's heart. - we have to wait. Hopefully everything goes for the better. Otherwise.... - . A nod followed. It was a promise he made for the three of them, and one that was always in his heart. The wellness of the crew came first to him, and nothing could change that.

After chatting with Shanks, he went back to go lay down with his man. After all, he too needed to feel him safe and sound in his arms, his small frame that fit so well with his. They were two sides of the same coin, and no one could divide them.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Michael Myers x Reader || Oneshot

Title: I’m Weak

Notes:

Could be considered the second, much later part to the smut oneshot I wrote but only if you want it to be.

Based off this quote, which has bene used in the Oneshot: ‘You’re scared of the way I make you feel because you don’t want to feel anything.’ by Maya Banks.

I dunno where all this inspiration for Michael is coming from. 

I love how acclimatised to all of Michaels insanity reader is

Plot: 

Dating, or whatever the relationship can be classified as, the infamous Shape reaches its horrendous peak. You’re frustrated and if he doesn’t help you out here, then not even the truest, biggest love in the world can stop you from leaving- because if he isn’t really there, it isn’t worth it. 

Warnings: Slightly Yandere themes, I guess? I mean, if this were a Hetalia Oneshot I would say severely yandere themes but this is already a horror character so. Yandere, I GUESS??

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“You’re scared of the way I make you feel because you don’t wanna feel anything.” I say, not like it’s a revelation or because it needs to be said. But because it makes me feel better. Because I’m spiteful, because I’m allowed to be. Because it makes Michael breath- you can see his chest rise and fall as soon as it sinks in, and it is a glorious feeling to know that I’ve made his unfaltering, never ending emotionless composure stutter. “And I don’t understand it, but I know that engulfs you.” I take in a breath, stepping back. Every word that gets past my teeth and bashes off my lips is steely and cold, wholehearted. “And I know you’re failing.”

He doesn’t move apart from the breathing, but he will. He’s feeling more then he has since- probably since he was a kid. And I’m feeling more then I want, then I ever thought possible because by some twisted miracle I love him and I’m gearing up to leave him. And he’s aware.

“Well guess what, you can’t go through life that way, Michael, you’re human. You have to feel, it’s like breathing. And sometimes you have to feel your guts get ripped out but that means you care, and that can feel really, really great.” Its worth every tear. “Now, I care about you like that. But all I get from you is the pain and that’s just not good enough, I’m sorry.”

And I am sorry. Not for him, but for me. Because I know if he lets me go and I get out like I want to right now it is going to h u r t. But I’m not going to kid myself into thinking that it’s the end all be all of my life. He’s just a man, and he won’t kill me.

Michaels fists clench tighter and moves from the doorway -he was about to go out for the night, - back into the room. But only momentarily.

As if he didn’t even need to think about it, like I didn’t mean a thing to him, he reaches forward and yanks and drags his black t-shirt off of me, leaving me in the long sleeve I was wearing underneath. “Michael!” I gasp, as the collar scrapes up my face and the warmth and his smell disappears from me. My present and my memory.

And then, with that nasty little act, before I can even really focus on him again, the door slams closed and it feels like it shook the floor and the walls around me, and he’s gone. For a moment, I dumbly look at the door. I’m shocked- I mean, I knew it was coming. I initiated it. But there’s a big difference between waiting and experiencing and it is awful. I can’t believe it’s over. Michael’s gone. The behemoth that eats all my food, squishes my fingers until I let go of the TV remote, and keeps me tight against his chest at night is… gone. And all that, with it.

All of a sudden, surprising tears blur my vision and sobs clench at my chest and I feel… so, alone.

___TIME SKIP___

A week later, it still hurts that he’s gone and I desperately want him back. On the way to work and on the way back, the highlight of my day is driving by the places I know he would hide out, to look for any sight of him as I slowdown and drive by, and I can’t sit and watch TV, or… or, sit and anything because that leads to thinking about him because, evidently, my brain can think of nothing better then the most painful thing for me at the moment. But I’m not crying about it. I have a life, I bake. I work. I walk. I bought expensive ear plugs so I can blast nightcore in my ears as a distraction so loud that my brain goes white and blank. And, there’s always this dull, terrible aching deep in my chest full of dread because, ha! My heart just can’t get a grip and understand that he’s gone.

I’m just crocheting a scarf or… maybe a funny shaped blanket, with my loud ass music on-its some YouTube playlist of those frighteningly painful and addictive nightcore songs. The one I’m listening to now is a Carrie Underwood redo. ‘Choctow County Affair’, - and occasionally glancing up at the TV to see the news headlines when my fingers suddenly go spectacularly numb at a certain picture.

No, its not of Michael. But Loomis. That bastards on the telly, probably griping about how he shot Michael however many time’s and Michael isn’t human, but I have to wonder why he is on TV. They only bring him out when Michael’s been caught again and it causes me lose the breath in my throat for a second and hurt my ears as I rip out the earplugs. My ears ring as I try to listen in to what Dr Loomis is saying, as the headline at the bottom says ‘Deadly Scrape with the Shape’- news anchors think they’re so clever. Fucking hell, poor taste.

The newsman, Clive Weatherman-yeah, this guy gets made fun of a lot. Went into the wrong area of news,- waffles on with the same question and my head hurts. “What was he wearing, Dr Loomis? We heard he wore the same Captain Kirk mask he has the last consecutive times he’s broken free of the hospital- is this true? Does this say anything about his mental state? Its pretty freaky, to me. The viewers want to know.” Oh my god, shut up! I need to hear Loomis’ information, that’s trustworthy at least.

“Yes, he was wearing that terrifying mask, concealing his soulless eyes from me. He should still be wearing it, so if anyone watching sees a man in a mechanics uniform and a bleached Captain Kirk mask you should immediately alert the authorities.”

A relieved breath escapes me at Loomis’ warning. Michael hasn’t been caught, he’s still out there. I don’t know why that relieves me, he’s a menace to society and is better off in an asylum- I just know he’s free.

And… while he’s free… he can find m-

“I shot him twice, also. So, the man you’re looking out for will be bleeding quite badly.”

“Oh, fuck.” I exclaim, pushing off the couch immediately and zipping up my jacket, barely stopping to put shoes on before I’m at my front door ready to search for him- but a heavy thump at the door before I can even touches it stops me immediately in my tracks. Damaging, floor shaking bangs vibrate against the door harshly, and I open it. Michael nearly falls through it because of the loss of solid wall to keep up his weight, but stands up tall again, heavily.

My eyes go wide as a look on. He certainly is bleeding a lot, both his hands covering the wounds just above his rib cage and holding tight, shoulders rising and falling at a steady, much faster rate then usual. But, still solid and tall. Somehow.

But that’s not surprising.

Swallowing my fear and a good portion of air at the same time, I take him by the wrist and drag him the rest of the way in which is heartbreakingly easy to do due to how weak the blood loss has made him and close and lock the door behind him. Then I get to work stitching up the wound the best I can.

When you’ve known Michael for… I dunno… even just a couple weeks? One week? You learn the basics of surgery quick, so this is routine. Once its over, and my hands are idle again is when things get hard.

I’m pissed that he came here, after leaving like that. Because it was me, too. I wanted to him to piss off, and he wanted to piss off. We made a decision and he can’t come back and take it back whenever it fits for him!

And, I’m… also, glad he’s here. I don’t know how I’ll let him leave again when he has to. I sure won’t be letting him in ever again, after this.

At least that’s what I tell myself. I truly do not know if I’ll ever get better from him.

It mustn’t be more then an hour later when he truly shatters my soul and my heart. God, how did I ever think this would be easy? Not just breaking up with him, but loving him. Not because he’s a killer, either. Or unstoppable force. Just, plainly because he’s Michael, and my hearts done the worst thing ever in loving him.

He’s all stitched up and I’m getting ready to leave the room, go to bed. Pretend I’m pretending he isn’t here on my couch. This is when he gently, so gently, so heartbreakingly gentle compared to his… everything. Like this, this gentle, he takes my hand in his. Not even my whole hand, actually. Just his fingers, wrapped around my fingers, and as the moment goes on his thumb starts to rib circles into my palm. I try not to melt.

“Michael… what, the hell are you doing here.” I ask, and try to be firmer then his hand around mine. His grip twitches.

I watch, curiously and unsure of what to do, as he shifts on the couch and digs with the hand that isn’t holding mine into one of his pockets, and brings out a folded sheet of paper. He hands it to me, and as we hold hand’s he watches me assess it.

On one side it’s a Chinese restaurants menu, written in clichéd curly red script and clearly he found this in the garbage somewhere or in a gutter because its dried all bubbly like it was wet and there’s a yellow colour formed on the top half. But on the other side is familiar handwriting that I could recognise anywhere.

‘Y/N’, it says. And he’s written my name the biggest out of all the other stuff and twice as bold. Like he wrote it over a couple times. The rest is in messy scribble like he couldn’t get it down fast enough. ‘I didn’t know I could miss someone, but I do. I hate it. Not only do I miss someone, but I also wish to take something back that I did. I wish I hadn’t left you alone.

I’m going to let Dr Loomis shoot me, and then you’ll know I won’t do it again. And neither will you.’

Well… It could be worse, I guess. Slowly, darkly, I turn to Michael. “Michael… “Holding the note up, my hand steady from many months of Michael and his ways. “You can’t do this.”

He pulls his mask off and looks me in that vague, insane way. No emotion.

Coming back to him, because I’m weak, I lower the note and furrow my eyebrows. “You can’t get yourself hurt to prove a point.” Kneeling down by the couch and running a hand through his hair, I sigh. “I’ll worry.” I whisper.

Not even a quiet moment passes, of me petting his hair, before its not enough for Michael and he lifts me up onto the couch with him, our chests and everything else tight together as one of his arms hooks under and around my middle. Like it used to be, like I needed it to be. I’m weak.

Letting go of any last remining reservations, because even if I did want to leave or kick him out which I most certainly don’t he would never let me, I lean my face up to nuzzle in his neck. He shudders out a sighs, and tries to bring me impossibly closer. Its so warm and I missed this and I’m weak.

Finally, I’m weak, and this will be the rest of my life I think.

[faggotbeloved]

Cold Metal Biting Soft Flesh | Yandere Curly x Captain!M!Reader.

Prologue: Decay (~2k words) (click here)

Synopsis: As the captain of a colony ship, it's your duty to investigate the crashed Tulpar.

[faggotbeloved]

🖤⚰️🕰️ INTRO / NAVIGATION 🫀🕸️🍷

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📕 VOLUME 1: ABOUT ME / DNI

My name is Remy, I am an autistic 22 year old trans man. [He/Him] I write for AMAB male reader primarily, but will write FTM male reader or GN / genital nonspecific reader upon request or on a whim. I typically write MLM, but will sometimes write WLM (MReader). I do write yandere and smut, and for that reason all of my work is 18+, and though I am aware that I can't police minors on what content they consume, I still will block any blogs I find out are minors.

As for DNI, I do not want fem-aligned people interacting because this is a male-centered work and I cannot guarantee that my writing is not being fetishized in a way I'm uncomfortable with. I do not want minors interacting in any way because I do write sexual content. I do not want proshippers interacting with me because I find the majority of them use it for immoral things such as blatant pedophillia or incest. That, along with basic criteria (Zionists, homophobes, transphobes, racists, et cetera) wraps up my DNI.

I am aware I write morally gray ships, but I write to enjoy the psychological aspect and not to romanticize harming children. I don't particularly care what label that gives me.

📗 VOLUME 2: WORKS AND RULES

Rules:

As of right now, all of my completed works are in the form of drabbles and can be located by digging through my reblogs on my main account, @faggotboulevard, though soon I may link them here.

Rules for requests are simple; I write for the yandere trope, am open to most kinks, but I will not write pedophillia, incest, rape (even cnc), uncomfortable age gaps, feces or emeto, etc.

I will write for prompts requesting specific features, such as a certain race or body type or mental illness, but I have a limited scope in these and am very open to constructive criticism of me misinterpreting something. I write smut, fluff, angst, and anything in between.

I write dominant male or dominant ftm smut with male, ftm, or sparingly female characters. If you want to request a kink and a character I can do that, but I prefer more in-depth requests. I'm a tiny blog, so I'll reply to everything, including non-prompt asks.

Works:

* Once this is large enough, I'll do a character-by-character masterlist.

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow, Says [(the Dog) to {the Stag] (to the Raven)} | Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham x M!Reader.

Cold Metal Biting Soft Flesh | Yandere Curly x Captain!M!Reader.

📘 VOLUME 3: FANDOMS

*R! and P! are shorthand for romantic and platonic.

• My own OCs

• Mouthwashing (R!Curly, P!Anya, P!Daisuke, P!Swansea)

• Marvel (R!All; Most characters but I'm very much not caught up)

• DC (R!All; 2022 Riddler (♡), generic Batman, generic Superman, etc. I don't know the difference between any of the Robins, sorry :P)

• Hannibal NBC (R!Hannibal, R!Will, R!Bedelia)

• Slashers (R!All; Brahms Heelshire, Billy + Stu, Patrick Bateman, Michael Meyers, etc.)

• Call of Duty (R!All; including Makarov and König.)

• And more! Go ahead and ask whatever you're thinking of, there's a good chance I'll like the prompt enough to research your guy.

📙VOLUME 4: NAVIGATION

Rules -> This post. Likely not going to be used again.

Announcements -> Updates on posting, fics, and more.

Organization -> Masterlists and more.

My Works -> Complete or multipart fanfictions that I came up with myself.

My Asks -> Asks that are not about fanfiction, i.e., life updates or greetings.

My Requests -> Asks that are about fanfiction, i.e., a request for a character headcannons.

Misc -> Anything else that I find important to post in this account rather than my other account. Polls, art, etc.

Character tags -> May it be ocs or featured characters, I'll include a tag to filter out or look through.

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