#yandere cm x reader

[berry-loves-yandere]

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[lavandulawrites]

An Escape To Warmer Temperatures

Yandere Capitano x reader

Yandere Capitano is something else<3 Got this idea while doing the archon quest.

Synopsis: Capitano wants to take you with him to Natlan in search of the pyro gnosis

Masterlist

Warnings: spoilers for 5.1, implied murder, implied violence (not towards the reader), obsessiveness, possessiveness, power imbalance

Word count: 1146

The Captain was a righteous man. It was a well known fact. He was tall, way above 190 cm and he was as muscular as a god. He had an aura that made one cower before him, even if you didn’t know about his identity as the 1st Harbinger. His love for you was passionate and over consuming. He sat you above all others and he had told you time after time that he would burn down Teyvat for you. It was no secret that Capitano had shed blood for you. Both his own and the blood of others. He never told you, but you had gotten the glance of blood speckles on his clothing after some had sent you a dirty look and you had overheard his lackeys disposing of what remained of a unfortunate man who had bumped into you.

Capitano was a strange man, but there was no doubt about his love for you.

At night he caged you in an gentle, but firm embrace. His strong arms wrapping around you and keeping you close. At first you had resisted, in fear of what he might do to you, but you caved in when you realised he didn’t mean you any harm.

Capitano was no stupid man, quite on the contrary. He knew about the dangers of the world and wanted nothing more than to shield you from said dangers.

The snow storm had lasted for days, almost a week. The wind hammered against the roof and the snow clouded the sky in an endless stream of white. The old hearth was lit and the flames beckoning you closer. You reached out your hands in an attempt to warm them. The flames were bright and looked like a living breathing being.

The polished floor creaked making his presence known. Your eyes remained focused on the fire rather than his imposing figure. His movements stilled and you knew he was waiting for you to say something.

“You are home” you could almost see your breath in the cold air despite the fire before you.

A low hum could be heard from behind you. A heavy fur trimmed coat was laid around your shoulders in an attempt to stop the shivering of your limbs that you hadn’t been aware of.

“We finished early” the black haired captain replied. His hand stayed on your shoulder. “Are there any special reasons as to why it is so terrible cold in here?”

“The heater broke and the firewood was wet” your eyes were still staring into the flames.

The hand on your shoulder moved its thumb in an comforting manner. “Why didn’t you ask the servants to help you?”

“I don’t mind the cold…” your voice low. The truth was that the temperature inside the grand mansion was one of the few things you could control in your life. It was rather childish, but you couldn’t care less.

“I see…” he sighed. The thumb came to a halt. “There is something I have been wanting to discuss with you.”

The Captain often gave you the illusion that you had something to say in the matter of discussion, but it was only that, an illusion. What he said was final. That much you knew.

“Oh. Go on” your voice was devoid of any emotion as your mind raced through all the possibilities of what he wanted to discuss with you.

“I’m going to Natlan in the search of the gnosis” his hand left your shoulder. “And I want you to come with” his words were filled with authority.

You swallowed as your eyes widened. Natlan…. You had never set foot outside of your homeland. And now he wanted you to come with him to Natlan? You almost wanted to laugh. This was really the last thing you had expected to hear from the rigid man.

You turned around to face him. His beloved helmet was nowhere to be seen. What met you were his dark midnight blue eyes that reminded you of the deep Snezhnayan waters that you could see from your bedroom window. His eyes were deep and you felt like you could drown in the endless blues. His star-like pupils stared right back at you with a whirlwind of emotions you could only hope to place.

A scar ran down one of his eyes and you wondered how he had managed to escape with his eye intact. Multiple other scars littered his skin, but the most noticeable save form the one over his eye, were the one straight over his nose. It had faded to a white colour, but you could imagine it must have looked quite bad when he first got it.

Due to his Khaenri'an blood, his skin was filled with blue veins accompanied with black lines that ran through the entirety of his body. His mouth looked rather normal, but when he smiled or sneered it stretched a little too far for a normal human being. Behind his pale lips were sharp teeth that belonged more in the jaws of a hound, rather than a man. His tongue was long, but he rarely made it known.

Despite the curse he suffered from, he was an undeniable handsome man. His beauty was something that greatly unnerved you as he seemed almost like a beast that made itself appear human in order to come closer to its prey. He was unsettling with his imposing height and muscles, yet you found it hard to tear your eyes from his own.

“Do I have a choice?” your voice were meek despite your effort at sounding indifferent.

He huffed and the corner of his lips turned slightly downward as his dark eyebrows furrowed. “No” Capitano’s voice was soft as if he tried to calm you down. It came as no surprise that he had long sensed your inner turmoil.

His large hands cupped your face gently. His thumbs stroking your cheekbones. He stared at you for a while before he pulled you into an embrace. His strong arms caging you in as your face was pressed against his muscular chest. His hand stroked your back and you found yourself getting calmer.

“I think a change of scenery will do you good” the bit that he was incapable of departing from you for a long period of time was left unsaid, yet the words hung heavy in the air. Suddenly the living room felt as hot as the steps of Natlan.

His hand traveled up to your head were it intertwined with your soft locks. His head came down slightly as he inhaled your scent in a rather desperate motion that seemed unfit for the 1st Harbinger.

“Jeg elsker deg [Name]” the words that left his lips were in the national language of his homeland. Though you didn’t know the language, you understood all too well what those words meant.

Translation

Norwegian → English

Jeg elsker deg = I love you

[obsessivelullabies]

⎯ yandere sugar daddy könig.

pairing : könig x fem!reader.

tags : fluff, yandere behavior, yandere headcanons, könig x reader, sugar daddy, sugar baby, sugar daddy könig, yandere könig.

prompt : you're a broke college student, you sign up for a sugar daddy website, hoping for a quick coin. however, what you find is an obsessive older man who's willing to provide you with everything you could possibly need.

warnings : daddy kink, yandere behaviors, smut [at the end], size kink, praise kink, breeding kink.

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⎯⎯ college wasn't exactly the best time in your life, you didn't have your parents support, you were working a dead end job with barely enough money to feed yourself. it wasn't until your friend recommended this sugar daddy website did things look up.

⎯⎯ you were contacted by an austrian man who called himself könig. he explained he was a colonel in the military, but he couldn't tell you much else. you would see him when he was home from his deployments. he explained all this over texting, along with his social anxiety problems. you sympathized with him. you had only seen one photo of his face, yet he seemed handsome. he had long hair and a scarred face.

⎯⎯ finally, you agreed to meet könig in person over dinner at a fancy restaurant. you could tell he was anxious to just be around you, considering how he fidgeted throughout almost the whole meal as you two went over the agreement of your arrangement. you were shocked by his height as well, he was 208 cm/6'10, which really stuck out. you decided to not mention it to him.

⎯⎯ he convinced you to only see him, saying he'd pay you enough so you only needed to see him, which slightly relived you. you were to always answer his texts and calls as soon as possible, he'd give you an allowance and similar rules were all agreed upon.

⎯⎯ whenever könig was home, you spent a lot of time with him. he seemed to love having you around, always taking you out shopping, out for meals, having you at his home. you had him wrapped around your finger.

you had just returned from a shopping trip with könig, he set down all the bags of clothes and jewelry he had bought you on the counter. you spent a lot of time at his house, which was stunningly large, despite him living alone.

with a smile on your face, you lead him over to the couch, playfully making him sit down. you straddled him, covering his face with kisses, "thank you, daddy." you cooed sweetly to him. you finally kissed his lips, which he hungrily returned.

"anything for you, liebling.." he whispered, wrapping his arms around you, bringing your body closer to him. you gave his jawline a final kiss before wrapping your arms around his neck and cuddling into him.

könig rested his chin ontop of your head, rubbing circles on your back. he tightened his grip on you. you spent a lot of time in the prison of his arms, könig seemed to love holding you, having your body close to his.

⎯⎯ when könig was off on deployment, he would call and text you as much as he could. every free moment he had was spent focused on you. he got angry with you if you didn't answer in a few minutes or less, accusing you of seeing someone else. to which, you'd have to spend hours on a phone call soothing him and his worries.

when you finally picked up your phone, you were met with an irritated sounding könig, "where the fuck have you been?" he hissed.

you took a deep breath, not wanting to react rudely to him. "i was in class, i'm sorry, i just got back to my dorm." your tone was honeyed for him.

his tone didn't soften at all as he replied almost childishly. "it shouldn't have taken you so long, were you with someone?" you understood what he meant. he always assumed you were breaking the rules of your agreement or 'cheating' on him.

you kept your sweet tone, "of course not, daddy.." you pouted. "i've missed you too much, i don't want anyone else. i just want you." you knew exactly what to say. he had done this multiple times.

könig finally softened. "i see.. i've missed you too.. i want to feel you again, i want to kiss you again.." you could feel a hint of sadness in his tone.

"mm, i miss you more! you'll be back next week, right?" you cooed.

könig responded, sounding much happier than before. "ja, will you send me more photos of you, baby? i miss your face.."

you giggled, "of course, daddy." he seemed pleased with that. you spent the next hour and a half on the phone with him, listening to him talk about his day, and telling him about yours.

⎯⎯ the more time you two were together, the more attached könig became. he needed more of you, he wanted all of you. könig would constantly encourage you to blow others off to spend time with him. a few months into your relationship, you had lost ties with most of your outer circle of friends, barely having any time to spare.

⎯⎯ after ten months, he was encouraging you to drop out of college. who needed a silly degree when daddy could take care of you? he wanted you to move in with him. he promised he would take care of your every need and lavish you with affection and gifts.

⎯⎯ during this time, könig got much more affectionate and needy. he became infatuated with you entirely. you were his everything, he made himself the most important thing in your life. könig made sure you had the least amount of time for friends or family as possible.

⎯⎯ now, you spent almost every day and night at his house. the only exceptions were your classes and time you set aside for homework. he always scoffed and whined when you said you had to leave, doing anything to make you stay.

right now, you had a scheduled class. you were supposed to be ten minutes into that class, yet here you were, in könig’s bed, laying underneath him, biting back tears.

“daddy,” you whimpered through your heavy breaths, “it’s not gonna fit!”

könig rubbed circles on your swollen clit as you said this. “shh, schatz, i’ll make it fit. just lay back and relax for daddy, ok?” he reassured, kissing your forehead softly.

you took deep breaths as he slowly jammed his cock into you, your body began to tremble. you let out cries, clawing könig’s back. no matter how much foreplay you got in, you always struggled to take könig’s entire length.

as he fit it all in, he gave you a small kiss. “see, liebling? it’s all in.”

you swallowed hard, nodding slowly. his large hands were gripping your hips as he began to gently thrust into you. you moaned, his thick cock was too much.

“fuck.. you feel so good, schatz.. so tight..” he whispered, quickly speeding up despite your cry of panic.

the sounds of skin slapping echoed in the room as he pounded into you, your cunt crying from the abuse. you dug your nails into his back, now starting to feel a pleasant knot in your belly. you gasped, your back arching into the bed.

“all mine,” he said breathlessly. his grip on your hips tightened as he continued using you like you were his personal fucktoy. “you’re all mine.”

he sped up, much to your own pleasure, the pain had subsided as you moaned and babbled out praise for him, your legs wrapped around him.

you neared your climax, your whole body trembling. “daddy—‘m gonna cum..” you said through your moans, your body clinging to his.

könig kissed you sweetly, despite his animalistic pace. “such a good girl, schatz. cum for me, cum on my cock,” he groaned. your walls clenched around him as you dissolved into your pleasure, tears leaking out onto your cheeks.

as you came, he kept up his unforgiving pace, he let out groans of contentment. he wiped the tears off your cheeks before kissing you softly through your mutual cries of pleasure.

as he continued, he whispered sweet nothings to you until he reached his climax. “‘m gonna pump you full of my cum, alright, engel?” he kissed you passionately, continuing to ram his cock into you. “be a good girl and take all of it, understood?” you couldn’t murmur a response, too fucked dumb from his pounding.

soon, könig came inside you, painting your walls white. he fucked his hot cum into you before finally stopping. after a moment of making sure you took the majority of his cum, he slid his cock out.

könig kissed your forehead sweetly, tucking you into bed and quickly wrapping his arms around you. he lavished kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

“this was better than your class, right, liebling?”

masterlist.

[kyseya]

Weston Callaghan

(Yandere farmer x reader. He is from this fic)

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Age: 27

Appearance: Weston is a very tall and muscular man. His dark brown hair is cut short and reaches his ears. It’s often a bit messy since he doesn’t brush it or do anything besides wash when showering. He is a whooping 6’7(200 cm), this man is a beast, which isn’t such a surprise considering all the work he does daily. Weston also has a scar below his left eye, you can easily see the depth of the cut that caused it. It seems to be a miracle he didn’t lose his eyesight.

Personality: He is quite the simple man. He doesn’t require anything beyond the farm he lives on. It may be because of the upbringing he had, the one that didn’t allow greed of any kind, but he doesn’t have the energy to think about that. As the older one, he feels responsible for his younger brother. Naturally this meant he had to be the more mature one. Weston can usually be seen with a slight frown engraved on his face. It takes a lot to wipe it off. Despite his stoic nature, he can be incredibly sweet when he wants to. This is not shown through words but through his actions. It can be by helping you with any problem you might be having, bringing you a bouquet of hand-picked flowers or getting rid of any pests bothering you.

Likes & dislikes: he enjoys the light dawn brings and waking up early. In his youth, he absolutely despised it but now he likes the mornings. It’s peaceful and quiet, much like him, and you can enjoy nature in a calm demeanor. Coffe is something he also enjoys, which he drinks before setting out to do his morning chores. If you’re not an early bird like him, that’s fine. He doesn’t care about that stuff. As long as you don’t lay in bed doing nothing all the time. Although that may be more out of concern. Weston doesn’t like TV all that much. It’s because it reminds him of his parents and it makes him recoil in disgust. However much he dislikes it, the TV stays out since Lucas still enjoys sitting in front of it after a particularly hard day. If you like watching TV as well, then there is no way he could get rid of it even if he wanted to. The only exception of it being as a punishment. Even then he would throw it away, but just put it somewhere you can’t see, find or retrieve it.

Yandere tendencies: possesive and controlling. While he’s also protective of his loved one, it’s not nearly as much as his brother. Compared to him, Weston is more relaxed and doesn’t try to restrict his partner, so long they don’t travel outside the frames. If you do as he says and don’t question it too much, you’ll be fine! He will be content when you know who you belong to. He doesn’t pay attention to others so neither should you. Of course he’s not forbidding you to talk to other, no that’s be crazy, just don’t spend too much time with them or think about leaving him. Then he might have to come up with a solution; he is a good problem solver, always has been. He doesn’t want to keep you locked up inside the house, so don’t force him to make that choice, okay?

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(I don’t know anything about facial scars or eyes, so plz don’t come for me if it’s wrong)

[quimichi]

NSFW [ SFW if NSFW isn’t okay- ] Malleus Hc? [ male reader if your comfy with tat, if not gn is good too :3 ] ignore if your not taking requests or this isn’t okay-

. . . . . . . . . ╰──╮MY DEAREST ╭──╯ . . . . . . . . .

(N)SFW MALLEUS BF HCS

Malleus x Gn!Reader

A/n: I do male reader, but since you said gn reader is fine too I did gn reader! I hope it's ok but obviously I can still do a male reader ♡

SFW

: ̗̀➛ first of all, damn you're lucky like---

: ̗̀➛ the fact that you're now in a relationship with the most powerful being of the school is mad scary for so many. After all, you're just a magicless human.

: ̗̀➛ but you are so much more to Malleus himself, and he takes a pot of pride in being your partner, boyfriend sounds so...weird to him

: ̗̀➛ Lilia btw is a super proud mom

: ̗̀➛ i have the add the adorable gargoyle stuff because it's a Malleus thing. He always takes his time and is open minded to youe interest, so obviously you are too! Whatever it might be he will try and study it to understand you better

: ̗̀➛ please help him tho, he may get a little lost in places of the internet if he ever trys to learn more on there

: ̗̀➛ insist on you two sleeping together. And INSISTS that you and Grim move to his dorm, his room to be specific, because the conditions you live in? We don't talk about them---

: ̗̀➛ once he got a taste of cuddling, it was over for you. He can and will get clingy at night, pulling you into his chest so he can hold you

: ̗̀➛ very protective and somehow greedy. Your attention is his, his animalistic dragon side may come out there but you can deal with it, so far that is-

: ̗̀➛ gets you way to expensive presents, mostly with pretty gems. Things like jewelry, or even other decorative pieces. All in your favorite color(s)

: ̗̀➛ loves to take late night walks with you, having your arms linked while slowly walking beside each other enjoying not only the atmosphere but each other's company

: ̗̀➛ will also read to you if you ever ask for it. Having you falling asleep right there in his arms ro his soothing voice really does sound like a dream

: ̗̀➛ lol he literally told Sebek to also protect you from any harm that comes if he can't be around you (which is like so rare he's glued to your side)

: ̗̀➛ baby can't use his phone right and would think that if he speaks to his phone with the chat open it will magically send the text to you, like you always do with voice mails---

: ̗̀➛ or he has his front camera open and doesn't know how to turn the view so he literally turns the whole phone and trys to blindly press the button

: ̗̀➛ he's so cute stfu

NSFW

: ̗̀➛ this guy is huge like---massive. You have to be around his size to really take it down good-

: ̗̀➛ rip to my fellow small people out there

: ̗̀➛ obviously he gives off big dick energy and this is what he has, a big dick. Like 9 inches, in cm that would be 22

: ̗̀➛ it's average in thickness but the length...damn: ̗̀➛ like i said before very protective, also meaning possessive. He will mark you up, with his smell and with any other sign he can. That's why he gets you the jewelry too. And also hickey's

: ̗̀➛ if you dont like those, he won't do any of them he respects you to much for this to push you into anything that you are not willing to at least try. Same with showing them, if you don't like people to know this way, he is very okay with this

: ̗̀➛ since he does love and respect you a lot, like literally adore and being obsessed with you, you will have the final word of anything. He is willing to try everything out of curiosity and will maybe bring something up himself, but won't MAKE you do anything. A no is a no after all

: ̗̀➛ so a no for him is definitely degration, like sry people who like it but no-

: ̗̀➛ [FEM REDER] a little yandere but would baby trap you at some point in life cause he knocks you up all the time with everything he has. So in the end, you are truly only his

: ̗̀➛ [MALE READER] would also let you take control once in a while. Yes, he is dominant for 99% but if you are also, just ask and take control he won't bite unless you want to, bite back even. Literally ruin this man's insides he will love it ♡

: ̗̀➛ seeing you so...rounded with his cum just makes him keep going, if you let him

: ̗̀➛ also, belly bulge. It's hypnotizing seeing himself going in and out of you, in and out...

: ̗̀➛ can go for so many rounds, because the Stamina he has is insane. Like he turns when you star begging for his dick inside you

: ̗̀➛ really loves to hear you, he knows you're obsessed with his voice but so is he with yours. He won't only whisper those dirty but also sweet things into your ear, making you weak. He wil also make you say things you were never expecting to say, without him forcing you. Same with the noises he can draw out

: ̗̀➛ He makes you shameless without even realizing it and it makes his brain go brrr

: ̗̀➛ to a point where Lilia heard it more than once-

[erens-head]

Amenity

;Various! Yandere! My Hero Academia x Female! Civilian! Reader

In your words, you are a normal woman. You have an average job and a quirk that's nothing special. You have a husband, a well villain husband, and a son both who you love with all your heart. Life is great for you so far, and you wouldn't do anything to change that. That is until people start to pop out of nowhere and take a liking to your kindness. You thought it was just meaningless admirations, oh how terribly wrong you were.

Yandere List, Information (you are here), Prologue

Information:

Notes: Hello! This is your author, and you can refer to be as Misha or just erens-head. There are a few things I want to discuss before you start reading. This page may be updated if I have anything else I want to share with you.

At the beginning of the story, Reader is in their late 40's. So, only older characters will pursue the reader in a romantic sense. 

The reader is AFAB bodied, female, and referred to using she/her pronouns. 

Reader is somewhat described as being curvy and tall. Reminder that the average height for women in Japan is 158 cm (5'2"). So the reader could be 5'4" and be considered tall. 

Reader's sexuality is not confirmed specifically, but you are attracted to men in this fanfic. 

I am not from Japan, and despite research, i do not completely understand how Japanese culture works. If i make any mistakes or be disrespectful in a way, please correct me. 

This is a yandere fic, meaning there will trigger topics ahead. If you are sensitive about the themes of: murder, stalking, torture, gore, kidnapping, obsessive & possessive behavior, abuse, violence, and sexual scenes, I advise you to stop reading These things are present in this story and will be shown multiple times. 

English is my first language, I just suck at it. If you see any errors, please correct me. 

I am slow to update. I am sorry, but I sometimes forget to post or write, and it takes me a long time to be motivated. 

Posted: 10/15

Edited:

[enihk-writes]

Question, are you okay with writing about yandere? Bcs if yes, I genuinely need ur thoughts on CM as one :3

So, I've been reading the novel (ngl, the manhwa's pace is concerning) and I have begun to notice how determined and obsessive of a person he can be—per se in helping the sect to grow, killing the demon cult members, etc. How loyal and faithful he is—to the sect and his sahyung, specifically. How easily attached is he to the right person—like with the new mount hua sect, the gang ofc. And many more, JUST, like, I had the realization how much potential he has as a yandere and it got me tweaking (ofc, I do not mean to downplay CM's character just like that, he is an amazing guy with flaws, and charm, pls don't come at me)

If not, then please ignore this ask, thank you for listening to my rant <333

(!!) this is a reader self-insert discussion

nah because you got me tweaking as well like this guy has the ingredients to be a classic yandere,, i think everyone's favourite hc is that jang ilso is an extremely possessive yandere and cm is kinda like that except that he's got more "social awareness" courtesy to chung mun which makes him reel in his unsavoury behaviours...

i imagine that he's always been very protective over what he deemed as his — his family, his home, his friends and if there were anything that came along to threaten that normalcy, he would never just stand by to let it happen.

which might have lead to him being so casually cruel with the ones he deem as the "outsider" or the ones who would not help his people. i.e. the demonic cult, the sapa, the other sects and organisations that watched mount hua fall...

when a man who's already this obsessive on the daily towards his platonic relationships, can you imagine how it's going to be like when he falls in love with someone???

in my canon, cm and tb definitely fell for each other like idk abt yall but their old man yaoi was so real to me.... and cm stuck by tb's side alot even though cm never really confirmed nor denied his feelings for tb, because he kept thinking that they still had so much time left until they didn't...

(x reader) content beyond this point

in his 2nd life, he went about determined to never fall in love with anyone ever again but when he does inevitably fall for someone new, cm decided that he won't make the same mistake twice. he doesn't waste his time and lets you know right then that he likes you. whether or not you accept his confession doesn't matter — he would still treat you the same like everyone else. except that i think that he's going to be so much harder on you compared to the rest during training.

his logic here is:

train you to be the strongest you can be > higher chance of survival > can stay by his side for a much longer time

he won't be kind, he won't coddle you either and it's to the point where if you and him were together, you'd begin to wonder if he even likes you at all.

the one time you asked him to take it easy on you, that you were almost at your limit for the day... and he said no... and it pissed you off so much that all the frustration piling up quietly within your heart poured out through tears and you asked if he's ever loved you.

cm is stunned, but only for a moment before he says that he does; so stop being ridiculous and pull yourself together.

none of that soothed you so you ask him why he's so mean to you? and cm finally snapped, you're not making sense to him — he thinks that what he's doing is the best thing he could do for you, and if you can't keep up, maybe you should quit being a disciple and just live as a civilian. and because you can't fight anymore he should move you in with him. you two could play house as much as you wanted in a place that only he knew about, under his watchful eye you would never get hurt and you both would get what you both want... is this the life you are asking him to give you?

what were you supposed to say to that? if that was his way of showing his love for you, then it wasn't the type of love you'd want. you had to get away somehow... but we're talking about one of the strongest swordsman in the jiangshu... how were you?

you tried, to your credit, like a fish in a net — but cm is smart, he figures out what you need and always strives to fulfill them all, that way you can't say you're leaving him because he can't give you what you want.

in the end, you'll be so tired out that you let him do whatever he desires, much to cm's delight. the experience had taught him how to be more considerate towards his lover, and he thanks you with unwanted kisses in a show of unfiltered affection.

finally... finally you were going to stay here with him for good.

[ashensgrotto]

The Sea's Sacrifice (Part 1)

Characters: AzulAshengrotto / Jade Leech / Floyd Leech x F!Reader

Total Word Count: 14.7k+

Part 1 (You are Here) Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Synopsis: A potential job as a marine biologist’s assistant leaves (Y/N) feeling something fishy going on behind the scene…

Author's Notes: Original Idea came from @merakiui 's annonymous ask with a short story / headcannon -> https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/684490143936167936/ooohhh-i-love-those-writing-ideas-you-had-for-sea?source=share

and I absolutely love this concept and wanted to take it a step further. I don't write yandere nor fanfiction as much as I did a few years ago. However, I do hope I do this piece justice; I will had links to the next part once it is completed and ready for viewing.

Also, this is a work of fiction. I disagree anyone that justifies the following behaviors which are represented in this fic (if I think of more, I will add them as I go):

rape/non-consent/dub-consent, possessive/controlling/dominating behaviors, and manipulation

Cruel and cold like winds on the seas

Will you ever return to me

Hear my voice sing with the tide

My love will never die

Over waves and deep in the blue

I will give up my heart for you

***

If someone were to tell you that you’d eventually be pulled into the wrong end of the sea by, not one but three, unknown sea creatures - you’d probably laugh your head off, thinking they’ve lost their mind.

But how wrong you’d be.

When you had initially applied to work at Twisted Wonders - an emporium of oddities that were collected and studied by the greatest minds in existence - you thought you’d be taking an everyday desk job; answering phone calls, scheduling tours, directing visitors… that sort of thing. 

Never in your right mind would you believe that you would be working alongside the Dire Crowley - director and owner of Twisted Wonders. Mr. Crowley was an acclaimed renowned genius with an air that was both mysterious and alluring. He was approximately 170 cm in height (five feet, seven inches) and wore rich tailored clothing made of silks and leather with gold embroidery and jewels embedded into the vest and belt; of course, he upped his strange allure by consistently wearing a heavy leather overcoat that hung to his frame, decorated in black feathers - real or faux, no one was sure, a top hat that perched on his head, and a mask of black that reminded you of a crow - his arched nose hidden under the long rim of the mask that poked out like a beak. 

“Here’s the deal, (Y/N),” Mr. Crowley spoke, reclining back in his desk chair as a pair of golden eyes peered out from behind the mask, “We’ve recently acquired three creatures that need to be observed. My team, however, has been unsuccessful at getting remotely close to studying them. They seem to think that an outsider might have a higher success rate at being able to approach them more than any of us will due to their knowing who we are.”

“So, what is it exactly that you want me to do?”

“I want you to observe them,” Mr. Crowley spoke, pushing a contract towards you, “You will work with my group of scientists for about three months as well as the three creatures. You are to notate anything and everything you see the trio doing - how they eat, sleep, react with each other, and so forth - and document everything for our records, no matter how insignificant it is. If you prove your worth and competence within those three months, you will be moved to another position within the facility of your choosing.”

“And that’s it? That’s all I need to do?”

“That’s it.”

‘Seems pretty easy for a payment of twenty dollars an hour…’ you thought as you looked down at the contract before, “And this is my… compliance, right?”

“That would be correct, as well as a safety and confidentiality agreement,” Mr. Crowley answered, offering a pen in your direction.

You took the instrument and wrote your name across the bottom of the page on the dotted line.

“Alright,” Dire Crowley took the contract and stood, pressing a buzzer on his desk, “with everything in order, I’ll have Grimsley take you to meet Divus Crewel and Mozus Trein - the overseers of our aquatic project.”

“I’m sorry, did you say aquatic?” your eyes widened in surprise.

“Dear me, did I forget to mention that part?” Mr. Crowley tapped his chin, his glowing eyes looking up toward the ceiling before returning to rest on your features, “Our newest arrivals are of the oceanic nature - I’ve never met or seen them myself, however Professor Crewel and Professor Trein will be able to go over the basics with you and introduce you to the trio in question.”

“As long as they don’ forget the good stuff!” a snarky voice spoke from behind.

You turned in your chair toward the door to see the man who must’ve been Grimsley.

He was about 163 cm in height with pale skin and dark gray hair with tufts of flame blue poking out in random directions. His eyes also were flame blue and held mischief in their depths that matched the smirk on his face as a set of sharp teeth peered out from behind thin lips. He wore a suit of black with a vest that matched his hair, a black and white-striped tie, and a white dress shirt. Leather loafers padded softly against the carpeted flooring of Crowley's office as he held out a black leather gloved hand in greeting.

"Grimsley Overblot," the man smiled like a Cheshire cat, "I'm Mr. Crowley's henchman and errand runner here at Twisted Wonders."

"(Y/N) (L/N)," you answer, taking Grimsley's hand with a shake, "pleasure to meet you."

“Grimsley, go ahead and take (Y/N) to see the good professors,” Dire Crowley spoke, a satisfied smile on his features, “I’m sure the two are more than ecstatic to meet her.”

***

As it turns out, both men were ecstatic to meet you - though Professor Trein was a bit more reserved about it versus his partner.

Trein's appearance matched his personality - his posture indicated a "no nonsense" aura as did his unchanging features. His lips would quirk into a small smile before they would fall to a straight line as his dark eyes settled on your uneasy form, as if he enjoyed watching you squirm like a germ under the microscope. He was dressed as any scientist would; a heavy white lab coat that fell to his knees hung around his frame that covered a white dress shirt and charcoal-colored dress pants and loafers. His hair was gray with streaks of white and wrinkles covered every inch of his face and neck.  He also wore a set of white pristine gloves and had a cravat around his neck with a singular emerald gem that held the cloth together.

As for his partner, Professor Crewel was a bit more… eccentric. Crewel had a sort of energy about him that reminded you of a young dog - not a puppy, but not an adult either. He was always cocking a smile that bore teeth, chuckling when he patted the top of your head as he called you "puppy." His clothing matched his laidback ideals too - a heavy black and white fur coat with a red silk lining covered the charcoal gray dress shirt and pants. His vest was black on one side, white on the other, and wore a red tie that matched the gloves on his hands.

“So,” Crewel spoke after introductions, pulling a cigarette out of his pants pocket and lighting the object, “any questions before we get you set up?”

“I guess my big question is what exactly will I be working with?” you ask.

“We believe the trio to be mers, but they’re not your typical ones,” Trein explained with a sniff as his features twisted at the smell of Crewel’s smoke,  “All three of them have the upper bodies of men, but lower halfs of sea creatures. Two of the three half the lower half of what we believe to be that of a moray eel and the third the lower half of an octopus. The twins are typically more curious of the three, though they can be aggressive. Several of our closest colleagues were attacked by the duo after accidentally disturbing them - their bites have left scars and one of our colleagues actually lost their leg from their attack.”

“... and you don’t think I will?” you had to question, the comment coming out high-pitched.

“Well, moray eels - specifically - will attack only if they have been disturbed,” Crewel answered nonchalantly, “We believe there are similarities between the animals and the mers, which is why we are gathering as much information as we can. We want to know what the similarities and differences are between moray eels and the twins.”

“Okay, but I still don’t see how I won’t get attacked by those two. And what about the third?”

“You won’t be attacked as long as you stay still and don’t make any sudden movements,” Trein answered, “Once they get used to you, you’ll know.”

“As for the third,” Crewel answered, “he’s a cecaelia - half man, half octopus.”

You blink, “Don’t moray eels eat octopi?”

“Typically, yes,” Trein answered, “which is strange, in this case. The trio were originally found off the coast in the Coral Sea - living in harmony with each other. When we brought them here, the moray mers have consistently been surrounding the grotto that is in the enclosure - the cecaelia hiding within and rarely comes out. We think that the cecaelia may have raised the morays, but we’re not completely sure.”

“And it’s been a devil of a time trying to get a glimpse of him too,” Crewel shook his head, eyes rolling to the ceiling.

“You mean you haven’t seen him? Not once?”

“I saw him when he was first brought into the enclosure,” Trein sighed, “however, it was dark and I couldn’t see him very well - the eels could be seen because of the bioluminescence that exists within their bodies, allowing us to see their figures.”

“Speaking of which, come,” Crewel rested a hand to the small of your back, “let’s get you acquainted with our aquatic trio, hm?”

Crewel and Trein led you to the opposite end of their laboratory where a large glass wall stood with a set of double doors that led to what appeared to be the edge of a massive pool. Once inside, the smell of fish and humidity tickled your nose as the sound of lapping of water reverberated in the slightly dimmed room; the only light being illuminated from the pool itself. The gray walls stretched high, the ceiling covered by long triangular beams that permitted the echoes of voices and lapping water in the room. One the far left was a coat rack and a small freezer with a large fan blowing the heated air around the room.

“When you come in - which will be about six-thirty each morning, you’ll hang your coat on the rack and put your lunch in the freezer before feeding your charges,” Crewel explained, walking over to the freezer and lifting the lid, “We always restock the food the night before, so you don’t have to worry about not having anything in here for the day. There will be nine buckets total in the freezer - three for the morning, three for noon, three for dinner - so make sure you dump all three buckets in the water, but don’t toss the actual bucket into the water.”

“What’s in them?” you ask, wrinkling your nose at the mixture within the buckets.

“A collection of shellfish - shrimp, crab, clam, lobster - and assorted fish are what they primarily eat,” Crewel answered as he closed the lid to the freezer, “We’ve tried feeding the moray twins octopi - but they refuse to touch it and often threw it at the feeders when they came in. Also, feel free to wear something comfortable. The water temperature varies from 45℉ to as low as 39℉ so we have to offset that with the atmosphere in our enclosure here at approximately 77℉ to 85℉ - never mind that one of the twins likes to splash newcomers right off the bat.”

“So, shorts are ok?”

“Shorts would be preferred, so yes,” Crewel nodded.

“But not too short - lower thigh length to knee length is acceptable,” Trein chided, “you are also permitted to wear sandals within the enclosure as well as a t-shirt or tank top due to the humidity. However, if you do choose sandals and tank tops - please bring a spare pair of tennis shoes to wear on the way in and on the way out as closed toed and heels are required within the labs and main building as well as something to keep your shoulders covered; this is a place of employment, not enjoyment.”

When you nod, Trein continued.

“After you feed them their breakfast, take a seat and use the notebooks over here to document any findings,” Trein walks to the opposite end of the enclosure, opening a locker filled with office supplies, “Take whatever you think you might need for the day and have a seat at the edge of the pool and begin your observations. It might take a few days before one of the twins actually approaches you, but once they do, you should be able to start the observations with no problems. During your first few days, remember to stay still - morays attack when startled or provoked, which we don’t want to happen. You’ll let them come to you and, hopefully once you get acquainted, you’ll be able to do your observations with no trouble at all.”

“Alright.”

“Your shift will be twelve hours total,” Trein also explained, “you will be expected to eat lunch with the trio and feed them their supper before you leave for the night at six pm and place any of your notes back in the locker here for Crewel or I to collect at the end of the day. When you leave, make sure the door is locked. Typically, we will be here until eight, so we often check the door on our way out - but just so you are aware, the door does get stuck on occasion; you may need to knock on the door a few times and one of us or our staff will get you out.”

You nod again.

“Alright, are there any questions?” Crewel asked.

“No, I think I’ve got it.”

“Very well,” Trein smiles, “We’ll see you tomorrow at six sharp - no later.”

“Thank you very much for this opportunity,” you bow your head to both of them before shaking each of their offered hands as the two escorted you out of the enclosure - none of you aware of the two sets of heterochromia eyes that watched your figure from below the water’s surface.

***

One week passes slowly as you go through the motions as the Twisted Wonders aquatic observer. 

Every morning, you arrive at quarter to six and greet Crewel and Trein at their laboratory doors. After they unlock and head into their own offices, you make your way to the enclosure and place your bag on the coat rack and the brown paper bag that contains your lunch in the freezer before hauling out the three of the nine gallon-sized buckets one at a time and dump the contents into the water, watching a little bit to see if anything will appear to snatch up a meal as the fish disappear into the murky depths of the pool. After watching the last piece of morsel disappear into the depths, you turn toward the locker, grabbing notebooks, pens and anything else you think you need and take a seat at the edge of the pool. 

As the hours pass by, you jot notes down about anything you see - which is nothing.

7:30am: Ripples of water, no sign of the creatures

10:30am: Still no sign of the creatures

12:30pm: Fed mers, no sign of breaking the surface yet - maybe they know I am waiting for them and want nothing to do with me?

2:30pm: Still no sign

4:30pm: I heard a splash, but saw nothing. Maybe they’re nervous?

6:00pm: Fed the mers their supper - Hoping to get a sign of them before I leave today.

Day after day after day, the notes were the same: No sign. No sign. No sign.

By the end of the first week, you were beginning to wonder if you actually would ever see the creatures or if they even existed - or even, heaven forbid, if you were a test subject yourself for believing that there were mers that lived in the enclosure. 

When Saturday morning came, you trudged into the enclosure with a heavy sigh and slowly began to begin the day’s events. Everything you did now seemed slower as the hope of seeing something otherworldly began to diminish like smoke. You pulled the first bucket of food out of the freezer and brought it to the edge of the pool, dumping the contents in before standing to return the bucket to the side of the freezer when something slimy and light hit the back of your head. Your hand instinctively reached up and brushed the hair behind your head, feeling traces of water and slime. You looked down to see what hit you, finding the bottom half of an unidentifiable colored fish laying behind you. 

Your eyes shifted to look out into the pool - but no movement or any indication that something had thrown the half of the fish at you could be seen.

‘Maybe I’m just imagining things,’ you thought as a sigh escaped your lips, picking up the fish and dropping it into the second bucket before it was dumped over the edge of the pool as well.

As you turned your back to grab the last bucket, again something smacked against the back of your head, a clicking sound following shortly afterwards.

‘Ok,’ you thought, a slight smirk appearing on your features as you picked up the large hunk of lobster from the ground, ‘whoever or whatever you are, I’m assuming you want to play. Well, let’s play.’

You grab the last bucket and dump the contents into the water and kneel at the edge - watching like a cat watches a mouse before pouncing. A few moments pass before you feel your back begin to strain, forcing you to stand. As you do, a whole king prawn nearly smacks you in the face as another round of clicking echoes in the enclosure. You whip your face toward the pool, just in time to see two sets of eyes watching you.

Silence defends the enclosure as the three of you stare in silence at one another.

Your heart races as you realize that the creatures staring at you must be the twins.

You can’t see them completely - their entire bodies are hidden under the water while the tops of their heads and their eyes are the only thing being seen from your position at the edge of the pool as they regard you from a few meters away - but you can see that they are nearly mirrors of each other.

They both have skin the color of seaweed with short hair to match - a longer piece the color of deep sea teal arching in the front of their faces. Instead of human ears, they have fins - likely hiding the gills they use to breathe underwater behind them. The one on your left appears to be more cautious than their twin on the right - their eyes are sharp, their right colored brown and left colored gold, and watching every movement you make as if calculating whether to attack you or not. The one on your right appeared to have more of a droopy expression on their face, their lower eyelids dropping into a bored expression, but their gaze is still sharp. Like their twin, their eyes are different colors - the left colored brown and the right colored gold instead.

You swallow thickly, unsure of what to do exactly. 

Moray eels attack if provoked, you recalled Crewel saying, so you didn’t want to make any sudden movements in case they read it wrong and attempt anything. However, it seems that the decision is quickly made when the one on your right slowly approaches the edge of the pool. You stay as still as possible as they approach, their eyes locked on yours as if in a trance. 

When they reach the edge, you can see the length of his body in the murky depths. His skin is a darker seaweed teal with little stripe patterns on his cheekbones and arms - with likely more on his lower body hidden deeper in the depths. Large fins poke out from his lower arms, giving him and his brother the ability to glide through the water quickly. You couldn’t see his tail, but if you had to guess - you thought he could be approximately six feet in length or longer.

Then, salted sea water covers your entire body, causing you to sputter at the surprise at getting splashed as the moray mer peeled in laughter. His brother follows up with three sharp clicks before the duo disappear under the water, leaving you to wonder what in the world just happened.

[call-me-resenei]

(oc) Yandere Hybrid!SnowLeopard x Mafia Female!Reader

❕MDNI❕Nsfw, Canabilism, ETC...🚫

He's a good boy. Always listening to you no matter how fucked up your requests are. You find it fun to see how your pet would do anything for you just to fuck you. He wants to get you pregnant with his cubs and you just love to see him fill you up. He has killed people for you when you ordered him to....But...He kills those people who get too close to you even without you telling him to kill them. He's a sub and a dom that of course you decide that. He loves being the submissive one because he likes being pampered by you. He also loves being the dominant one as she loves to see you crying because of how big and thick his cock is (around 38-39 cm). He whispers sweet things in your ears to stop your tears... You adopted him for 12million, he was the most expensive one from the other hybrids. The seller thought that no one would by him since no one did and the people who did quickly returned him back since he was causing a mess and murders.... But Levi did not trouble you at all... Something about you didn't want him to be a burned on you or the other people who worked for you. Maybe because of the kindness you showered him by thinking that he was just an ordinary pet that was a human too.. Levi saw you being kind to the poor etc so many times without you or your men noticing... He's a smart predator... He is not a pet anymore after he fucked you non stop for 6 hours just because he got jealous when you came back to your mansion drunk one night and told him about the one night stand you just had with another hot mafia..... Back then he was living as your pet, as your cute little pet who would give you affection. That night, you did a big mistake by telling him. As soon as you finished telling him he dragged you to your room and ripped your expensive dress.. "You belong to me only me, master" He said with a frown on his face as he thrusted into your hole for continuous 6 hours. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you begged him to stop. After he finished he left you on the bed and covered your body with a thin blanket and he also poured a glass of water into a cup just incase you needed some water..What a sweet boy... He kissed your forehead before leaving the mansion and heading towards the 'Hot Mafia' who you had sex with..He being him killed the poor guy and his men... Don't worry he cleaned the mess. Now, you would never dare to fuck someone else other than him.

With a happy ending,... After a couple of moths he was in heat and mated with you which ended up getting you pregnant with Triplets, his three cubs!!

★✿★AN:English is not my first language so please don't mind the errors/mistakes. Thank you🤍..

[yanderesimp2000]

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TWS,Brainwashed listener,Cruellty, Adam being the normal incel he is, threats, smut,reader has clipped wings, You having to wash Adams crusty wings , playfully Adam, Wrestling in Adams HUGE ASS BATHTUB,Sex,kinda teabagging

you woke up today in bed with Adam he was snoring his smooth tan skin pressing against your face his ruffled hair covering your eyes you didn't remember much about the last day all you remembered was you were very bad and you got punished but you don't know how then you suddenly start to here Adam stirring a little this lasted for 2 minutes before he opened his eyes looking at you and said "oh hey bitch how are ya" you weren't taken aback because this is just how your supposed to be treated right "good Adam how did you sleep" you replied adam scoffed annoyed and said "it was fucking fine okay" you were a little sad but didn't want to make him feel bad so you just took it

adam groaned again before saying "yea now make me breakfast I'm fucking starving he then seemed to remember something Oh yeah you need to wash my wings their so dirty and the need a whole bath" you were happy getting that info because you were being useful thus making him love you more then you hear him shout "babe, Make me some pancakes and they better be with bacon or your gonna be in a world of hurt" it sounded like he was joking but at this point you don't know what's a joke or teasing and what's a threat

you finish up breakfast and call him in from the living room "breakfast is ready babe" you call Adam sighed and said "just bring it to the couch we can eat their okay" you agreed knowing you couldn't say no to him he's done so much for you how could you say now You walk over with your guy's plate and you plob down next to him

you two didn't really talk much while you were eating he did do something though he was rubbing his fingers between your wings but they felt weird for some reason you think you were probably going insane but they felt strange You ruffled and derufffled them quickly and thought you were just insane When adam noticed this he said "oh sorry babes didnt tell you about what happened last night" he said In a sickeningly sweet tone "you tried to run away into the big dangerous world theirs fucking sickos that would to terrible things to you so i just..... Altered your wing structure so you cant run off anymore" something in you tried to say "no no no this isnt right" but it was quickly drowned out by "your crazy he's just trying to keep you safe why would you fight him he knows what's best obviously" and all that came down to you saying a simple "Ok" in a submissive purr you said it like it didn't even matter heaven is built for flying and now your practically immobile

Adam looked at you in a caring sweet tone You liked it when his mask was off he looked a little scary with his mask on but you would never admit it he kept gently rubbing your wings before they were clipped your wings were 105 cm before but now they were small and puny he didn't want to slice your wings of entirely because he found your wings cute now they were a measly 60 CM so their now to small to be able to pick you up off the ground. You rested against Adams shoulder as he snaps his finger and the plate disappears he turns on the TV to watch of those strange fantasy shows his arms wrap around you as you two watch making you feel safe

(DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO RIGHT AFTER THAT SO 2 HOURS TIME SKIP)

The TV clicked off and Adam said "damn that episode was good did you see that Fea totally stuck it to those orc good shit man, Oh wait yeah my wings are fucking filthy you really gotten clean them" you internally groan because cleaning wings was hard and since he couldn't reach his wings you were in charge of cleaning them

He picked you up with one hand and walked over to the bathroom the way he picked you up felt weird because his hand was right around you waist. Once you got into the bathroom he undressed and turned on the water his back turned to your so you could wash his wings.by the way Adams bathtub is huge its like the size of a mini pool. You looked at them for a little looking at where to start You bragged about keeping good condition to your wings but Adams were horrible there were clumps strung up together lots of wing dandruff, and crumbs in-between his wings "well what are you waiting for bitch you gonna clean it or just look" he mocked making you feel guilty so you quickly got a bucket of water and poured water on his wings. some thing was so cruel about it you were cleaning his healthy and fine wings while you had clipped wings some cruel fucking irony

Adams wings twitched and slapped you in the face he burst out laughing and said "fuck I'm so sorry they do that sometimes" you knew he was lying but you were okay with that he was just having a lil fun right? You then got the soap and started to scrub it against his wings rubbing your hands in-between his feathers and getting all the dirt and crumbs off Adam giggled and said. "why don't you join me in here" you didn't get a chance to respond before he grabbed you and shoved you into the water with him the Bathe was huge so their was plenty of room for you to squirm and struggle too. the water created a barrier to stop you from making any fast movements. Adam chuckled and said "your cute like this all pinned down and helpless Y'know" he was teasing you and you were a little embarrassed but didn't say anything. He then turned around and said "there there get back to work on my wings then it will be over he said as you tuned off the water so it wouldn't over flow

You finished getting his wings cleaned and they had a nice glossy tint other then the crumbs inside before the wings are pretty healthy nice strong feathers and good size you then start to leave the bath but Adam pulls you back in "where ya going were gonna have a party" He said in a flirtatious voice he was already naked you could see his hard cock as he towered over you he then did something strange he started to wrestle you you realized he was playing and fought back as hard as you could but he pinned you down "hi" he said in a cheesy voice before you managed to catch him of guard and wriggle out he then says "impressive but not good enough" and he wrestles you back onto him the water was spilling from all the movements but he didn't care he just kept aggressively snuggling with you

he then pulled you out of the water and into the sauna with him where he said "yeah were really gonna have a party now" before pinning you down and putting his swollen nut sack on your face he giggled and said "y'know how people say to suck my balls now you really are" this teasing voice only made you more and more wet he got you he then moved up and but it in your mouth and you started to suckled on them they started to swell up even more which you didn't think was even possible and you were more and more aroused. the hairy sac took up you whole mouth and tasted salty but good. You then got your other hand and started to jerk him "ughh babe fuck... "Adam moaned before a bead of precum appeared on his cock. He was closer and closer to cumming he was also putting his fingers in your pussy making you feel better and better until you both reached climax at around the same time

"UGH that was great" he moaned before cleaning his crotch up "we should do that more often he giggled before slapping your ass and saying "clean yourself up bitch" before leaving the room

[stellar-constellations]

Poll

Random poll. As far as I'm aware of, there's no canon height and I genuinely for the life of me cannot decide how tall I want Andrew to be. He seems like a tall and lanky guy, but I don't want a wattpad-like height where he's like 6'5 or something (even if it's true there are males with that height, I don't see Andrew THAT tall)... so you guys decide Andrew's height for Star Patient (and every other story I'll make).

Why am I only doing 5'7"- 6'3"? Because over the years it's shown that men are getting taller, so the high school movies are true of a 6'2" foot jock of the football team. Also, I still want a decent height because I have Serial Killer AU! ideas for Andrew, so I'd like him to still be a little intimidating in appearance... but I don't want it TOO crazy, so 6'3" is more than enough because he's no Matthew Lillard.

Why is this poll for a week? Because not everyone is chronically online and so I can buy myself time for the next chapter's release date...

If you're interested in all my Andrew Graves fics, check out his masterlist!

[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.

[nonobadcat]

For @oklolnoty

Down the Rabbit Hole - Five Chapters - 20k words - Yandere Shigaraki Tomura x Rabbit Quirk Female Reader

Chapter Navigation: 1|2|3|4|5🐇 Ao3 Mirror

Rating: 18+ readers only - Minors DNI

Whole story TW: Noncon, yandere with kidnapping, severe quirk based discrimination, binge drinking, canon typical threats of violence (reader directed), canon typical death (nonreader directed), oral (give/receive), PnV (doggie), breeding, and expensive designer clothing everywhere.

Chapter 4: The Bag - 3k words

TW: Quirk discrimination, sexual harassment, AFO is a grade A enabler but a terrible parent, Tomura does not appear in this chapter

"Honey? Are you feeling all right?"

Your head snapped up, eyes focusing in on the slender fingers waving in front of you.

Nyanko pursed her lips and pulled her hand away. "Girl, you've been anywhere but here," she teased.

"Oh," you murmured, shoving aside your hoodie to dig to the bottom of your bag. "Sorry. Spaced out for a minute."

She hummed, teasing the tufted tip of her left ear into an artful point. When you pulled out the designer gloss oil, she sneered. "Hero-boy coming tonight?"

"Every Wednesday after his shift, " you declared matter-of-factly before popping your lips. "He's very punctual."

"...after his shift?" She cocked her head. "Wait, weren't you out on a paid date?"

"Yup." You coaxed your eyelashes out of their clump before smoothing your hair.

She narrowed her eyes. "So why didn’t you drag the date guy back here to drink his wallet dry? It's kinda the whole dang point."

"Crusty boy," you explained.

"Oh." A catty grin broke on her face. "Decided you were no good too, huh?"

"I did my best to ensure it." You tossed your bag into your locker and headed for the door.

Nyanko raised a painted brow. "Wait, was he actually into you?"

You paused, a small smile playing on your lips. “Hopefully not."

Before she could ask any more questions, you slipped out into the hall. Spike heels clicked down the tile floor. From the main bar room, Usagi's fake giggles put your teeth on edge.

"Oh, Tano-san! You're so funny!"

Behind his back, she mouthed 'kill me'.

You flashed her a quick salute before dipping behind an ornate vase. Burning eyes drifted shut as you massaged the man-sized headache building in your temples.

"Think manic pixie dream girl, think manic pixie dream girl," you chanted to yourself.

Inside your head, a war raged. On one side, images of every genki girl-next-door that ever graced a video game cried out in voices that never tired, never worried, and certainly never nagged. On the other side, an exhausted, clinically depressed spinster snuggled into her oversized kigurumi and sipped her fourth cup of coffee. You willed the flood of powder pink passion to consume her in waves of giggling happiness. As their over exuberant perfection swallowed her whole, her only reply was "this is exhausting".

You flexed your smile a few times, shooting for cute and attentive over forced and creepy. Your mouth felt weighted tonight, as if each stretch of the cheek took twice as much effort. Muscle memory refused to cooperate. No matter how you tried, it screamed insincere.

“No, what I don’t like is… this. Whatever this is.”

You slapped your cheeks and shook off the memory like a dog shaking off mud. “He’s just a weirdo,” you muttered. “Stick to the routine and get that rent money.”

The door chimed. You glanced at the clock behind the bar. 9:30 PM on the dot. 

Hiking up the front of your tight, white dress, you hoisted the girls front and center. Electric charm sparkled from your smile as you bounced around the corner. 

“Oshida-san!” you squealed, tackle-hugging his thick, muscular arm. You nuzzled your cheek into his silk shirt while giggling. “Welcome home!”

The tall, dark brunette patted your head. “I’m home, Honey-chan,” he answered with a glittering grin.

Towering over the average Japanese man at 190 cm, Oshida Hideki, also known as Buster Man, looked like a king among peons. While not high in the hero rankings due to a low arrest rate, his cut, lean muscles put him front and center on every designer boxer-brief modeling campaign since he hit the market a half decade ago. Add a chiseled jawline dubbed “the most ideal miso face since Watanabe Ken” and his pet pack of three ribbon wrapped Papillons, it wasn’t hard to see why he topped the “wholesome heroes who can get you pregnant with one look” list for the past five years.

You wondered if his fan club would still find him “wholesome” after they heard that little line about cum in the lip color.

“Come on, come on!” You tugged his arm, pretending to drag him along to the bar. “Tell me some fun stories tonight, okay?”

Oshida-san allowed himself to be swept along by your excitement. “Fun stories, huh? Aw… Don’t tell me my little Honey Bunny is feeling down?”

You pouted. “Of course I’m down! I had to wait a whole week to see you!”

He chuckled, flopping onto the leather seat. “Guess I should come more often, huh?”

“Yay!” you cheered. With an exaggerated bounce, you hopped into the seat beside him. Then, touching your lips with your finger, you pressed an indirect kiss to his nose. “But don’t stress yourself out to do it, okay Oshida-san?” Big, round eyes stared up at him. “You work so many hours already...”

With a weary smile, he laid his head back on the top of the booth and patted your head again. “You’re very sweet.”

You giggled. “My name is Honey after all!”

All at once, his voice pitched into a hard grumble. “Are you ever going to tell me your real name?”

Sure! Right around the time you decide being stalked by a horny client was both romantic and desirable.

“Aw…” you teased, kicking your legs like a child. “...but I want the guy I like to call me something cute and Honey is a super cute name.”

He frowned before tossing his shoulders to throw you off. “Where’s the beer menu?”

Great. And now pushy-mc-grumpy-pants is gonna buy beer over champagne just because you wouldn’t give him what he wanted. You’d think that someone who wears a mask in all his photoshoots would appreciate keeping a secret identity secret. 

With a smile more plastic than a Licca doll, you opened up the menu and flipped to the craft beers section. You tapped a white ale with a patchwork cat on the label. “Since it’s a Wednesday, I’d recommend Suiyobi no Neko! The mild citrus aftertaste is supposed to be good for the mid-week hump.”

He smirked. “Did you just pick it because the label is cute?”

…no, you picked it because Mama-san is offering an extra 10% bonus on it for the next month since it costs 1.5x what a basic Sappro does.

You stuck out your tongue and thunked your own head with a playful fist. “Got me!”

“You’re so silly, Honey-chan.” He chuckled. “You never think too much do you? Must be nice.”

Your fur bristled. “I’ll order those drinks then!” 

As you started to rise, he caught your wrist. You turned. On his face was a perverse smile, one he never showed to the cameras. A husky voice purred at you from below the come hither stare. “You’re wearing my lipstick, Honey-chan.”

Ah, so it was going to be one of those nights. Great.

He loosed your hand and gave your tail a fast squeeze. “Go on, bunny girl. Hop to it.”

As soon as you turned your back, a cloud of loathing fogged your expression. You flagged the waiter for the drinks before schooling your face into an empty headed smile. By the time you settled back at Oshida’s side, any lingering irritation lay buried below a professional’s mask.

“Neh, neh, Oshida-san,” you prodded his meaty arm. “Tell me about your week? I always love hearing your stories.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, last Friday was a bit exhausting.”

“Oh no! What happened?”

“Some kid got lost and we spent several hours hunting for him.” He sighed again, this time even more dramatic than the last. “Turns out he was just playing around, hiding under his bed. The parents swore they checked there, but clearly they did not. It was stupid.”

…oh no. He was inconvenienced by a kid being a kid. Better call the fun police.

“Wow, that sounds rough,” you agreed. “You put in all that effort too…”

“I know!” Another sigh. “Such a waste. I should have been patrolling the city.”

What he meant was “showing off for the ladies”. After all, peacocking in spandex while adoring fans swarmed him was clearly sexier than chasings kids with dust bunny energy.

“You know—" you touched his shoulder "—I think that the fact you worked that hard just for one little boy's sake is amazing. You're so kind."

He paused mid-rant and smiled at you. "Sometimes, I think you're the only one that appreciates me." He tapped your nose. “My sweet Honey…”

You giggled to hide the grimace.

The waiter set an oversized, weeping bottle of white ale beside your elbow along with two tall glasses. You tilted the glass and poured the beer to a frothy head. Oshida took his drink and gulped down half of it in one blast.

“Go Oshida-san! Go!” you cheered.

“Heh,” he grinned, wiping his full lips. “Like that do you?”

“Super manly,” you cooed, snuggling into his shoulder. Then, you took a delicate sip of your own. “I dunno that I can keep up.”

He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his body. Wafting from below the slim-fit Hugo Boss suit, two sprays too much of Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue clocked you across the nose with “fresh, colorful, citrus and bamboo”. It did little to hide the pungent smell of “stale, muddy, sweat and locker room” that a simple shower could have fixed.

“That’s okay, babe, I’m not into those girls that drink like fish and swear like sailors. I like you for who you are.” His fingers walked up your bare thigh. “You know. A real lady.”

Oh? He likes you for who you really are, huh? Bet this cunt wouldn’t say that if he watched you pound your fifth sake bomb.

“I want the girl from the alley.”

As the raspy voice replayed in your ears, you shivered.

"Cold?"

No, but you nodded anyway..

Oshida shrugged off his sport coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. You sneezed and smiled through watery eyes.

"You're kind, Oshida-san."

Brown eyes locked on your lips. His cheeks flushed from the beer, he leaned in. "I wanna taste that lipstick I bought you."

With a strained laugh, you twisted out of his hold. "No! Bad boy!"

"Aw…" he whined, trying to pull you back in. "I could be real good to you though, if you'd let me."

Not this again. 

You gulped, glancing away. "Oshida-san… Your fans would freak out if someone like me was your girlfriend." 

"So? I don't care about that."

Of course he didn't care. He wasn't going to get harassed by rabid, ugly-jealous housewives for being "the whoring slut" that took their fantasy husbando! 

"Honey-chan, I love you."

Ugggghhhhhhhhhh…

"A nice girl like you shouldn't be working in a place like this."

You wouldn’t have to if the Nice Guys™ who interviewed you spent more time staring at your resume than at your tits.

He thumbed his broad chest and beamed proudly. “So, why don’t you let a real hero save you from all this?”

Wow… he said that with a straight face and everything. 

With a forlorn smile, you shook your head. “I owe Mama-san so much for hiring me despite my inexperience. Until I can repay her generosity, it wouldn’t be right to just abandon her. She’s basically my family, you know.”

Oshida wrinkled his nose. With a huff, he slammed back the last of his beer. You tried to refill his glass, but he clamped his hand over the top. “You could be a little more grateful when a man buys you something nice,” he snarled at you. 

Seriously?! This guy actually thought a 3,000 yen lip stain was such a great gift that you would risk your job to give him a gratitude bang!? Pochi-chan’s simp brought her a diamond encrusted Rolex last week just for the chance to touch her wrist. 

“Oshida-san…” You tugged at his silken shirt sleeve, letting your burning eyes well with crocodile tears. It wasn’t hard. His jacket reeked. “Please…”

Please stay and spend more money because rent is due next week.

One look at your quivering lip and he collapsed back into his seat. “Oh Honey-chan. I just get so frustrated because I know I can give you a better life.”

Ma’am! Enemy troops are playing the “I’m only angry because I love you” card.

Quickly, deploy countermeasures!

“Thank you for worrying about me, Oshida-san.” Smiling through the painful lie, you dabbed your tears with one finger. “Someday, I hope things will be different.”

Namely, that he can learn to be content with the client-professional relationship he pays you to have.

“So—” you poked him in the chest “—can I hear more stories now?”

“Anything you want.” He lifted his glass. “Fill a guy up, would ya babe?”

Biting your tongue, you poured the thirsty man another drink.

The three hours after you helped Oshida’s drunk, handsy self into the back of a cab passed by in a blur. After the less-than-heroic departure, Mama-san paired you with a short, balding ophthalmologist who owned a pet rabbit as a child and, apparently, had never maintained a meaningful relationship since. He spent most of the evening asking your opinions on birthday presents for his estranged thirteen year old daughter. It took exactly three pictures from her social media to notice her obsession with cute manicures. By closing time, your client was armed with a full analysis of his daughter’s favorite colors, what shades of polish would pass the “my school is run by prudes'' test, and which couture brands were worth the money (Dior Vernis - always a classic) and which were not (Louboutin’s packaging is too hard to control). Even champagne bubbles could barely lift the worry weighing him down.

“So, where is the closest location again?” he asked with a hiccup.

“Ginza,” you answered with a glittering smile. 

Flushed to the tips of his ears, he pressed his greasy head into his shaking hands. “W-what if I pick wrong?”

“That’s why we’re leaving the box half full, silly,” you reminded him. “When she notices there are three more spots left in the carrying case, you tell her that you wanted to take her to the store so she can pick the rest out herself.”

“Can’t you just choose them out for me, Honey-chan?” he begged. “We could make it a paid date! You can pick some out for yourself too!”

“Ah, ah, ah!” You tutted with a playful tap to the tip of his nose. “Papa-san needs to sweat a little over the gift or it's not sincere. ❤”

“You’re right,” he sighed and hung his head.

With a giggle, you patted him on the back. “It’s hard to have a good relationship with your kids when you live so far away. The key is that the money is used to buy the experience with you, not her affection. That, you have to earn by showing her you are paying attention to things she likes, even if you live apart. Understand?”

He nodded, tears welling in his eyes. He paused in the entrance to pump his fist. “I’ll do my best, Honey-Sensei.”

“Fight on, Papa-san!” you cheered.

As soon as the glass door slipped shut, Mama-san snapped the deadbolt into place. Sooty lashes and a knowing stare peaked over the edge of her black, lace fan. “Very energetic, for two in the morning.”

“Tell me about it,” you groaned, slumping against the countertop. “He drank two high balls and an entire bottle of champagne by himself! That man’s liver must be pickled!”

Mama-san’s eyes narrowed. It was the closest she came to smiling. “We need to talk. Follow me.”

The round, sweeping train of Mama-san’s emerald green mermaid gown snaked back and forth across the pale tile as she led you to her small, corner office. By the time she’d ushered you inside, you were sweating bullets. She reached below her desk. Rows of sequins winked from her long, lace sleeves. Without a word, she placed a fiery orange box tied with elegant brown ribbon in your hands. Just beside the tiny caricature of a handsome horse cart were two words: “Hermès - Paris”.

Your jaw dropped. “Huh?!”

She held out a small red trimmed envelope crafted from elegant ivory linen. Scrawling calligraphy read: “For Honey Bunny”. Shaking hands peeled it open.

Thank you for your attention to my protégé this afternoon. It has been a long time since I have seen him so animated. Please accept this small token as compensation for any social skills he is yet lacking. I do hope you will continue educating him in the future.

You raised an eyebrow. “There’s no name on this card?”

She set her fan down before draping herself across her dark, wingback chair. “Can you not guess?”

“May I open it?”

She waved her permission before folding her hands under her chin.

The brown bow slipped loose. You lifted the lid. Inside, creamy tissue paper lay neatly folded over a bulky, beige dust bag emblazoned with the horse drawn carriage and the letter H. You tugged open the draw strings, only to find a rectangular leather tote in a shade of dark grey-brown with white top stitching and palladium hardware. As you pulled it out, a small card holder flopped onto the desk. Mama-san picked it up and inspected the contents.

“Interesting.”

“What is it?”

She held it out to you. “The bill of sale. It’s from this evening.”

“So?”

Long, golden talons tapped the desk. “Birkin 35s are in high demand and Etoupe is a popular neutral. They are almost always out of stock.” She snorted. “Though apparently, not for him.”

“Shigaraki-san’s mentor?”

She nodded, passing you the receipt. “I bought myself the Noir version to celebrate opening this club. The consignment store in Ginza found a thirteen year old model for me. It was a good deal at 2,000,000 yen.”

Hands shaking, you lowered the purse back into the box like your very breath might tear it to pieces. “I-I can’t accept this!” you protested.

“Do not be ungrateful to our patron. It reflects poorly on the club,” Mama-san stated. “Also, I would not recommend reselling it. He will find out.”

You gulped.

“I will email you the website for the organizer I use.” Mama-san slipped to her feet, lifting the black enamel phone on the corner of her desk. “However, a drunk woman should not walk home alone at night with that box. You’ll be taking a cab with my compliments on a job well done.”

Despite going drink-for-drink with two men for the past five hours, you found yourself entirely sober.

Chapter Navigation: 1|2|3|4|5 🐇 Ao3 Mirror

Expected Completion Date: Aug 17st, 2023

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[mcmuerteflurry]

Yandere Murete/Lobo/Death x GN reader

But I’m basing him off Arab songs

-Murete’s speech

Una promesa es una promesa/ a promise is a promise

CW: !Suggestive NSFW, Possessiveness, Google translate!

“You ask me what i want from you. I want to be with you all the time.don't let me down and I promise you i won't let you down”

Snap Snap Snap

Murete fingers hums the tune as the victim’s chin lays on his sickle tallies of the mass murder “to protect his conejito” 

Tears run down the victim’s cheeks staining the sickle only to be licked by Murete’s tongue

A man rapidly jot down what Murete says

“The words you write shall align with my breathe officiante de matrimonio (marriage officient)”

You shall remember the promise to stay with me and to look me in the eye and if you’re gone for a minute , I'll perish [I need your attention validation to face me and only me]

The marriage officiant wrote as the other sickle scratches against his neck

Una promesa es una promesa, we are meant for each other , sadness and distance are prohibited 

The marriage officiant titles the contract Una promesa es una promesa 

No one is allowed to talk with you , your not allowed to smile to anyone but me.

The officiant scribbles

Whoever asks for your name, say it’s under my name

The officiant scribbles starts to pace up as the sickle moves a few cm across his neck

My soul is created just for you, You're walking with my blood in your vein you shall never distance from me even for a second

The officiant scribbles quickly ensuring “the marriage is as beautiful as life and death”

He lowers his sickle from the victim’s chin and started grabbing their hand kissing it and places it on his forehead

Una promesa es una promesa, we are meant for each other , sadness and distance are prohibited 

The marriage officiant lets out a sigh of relief and throws his head back to lessen the trail of blood on his neck

I will never let you far apart he whispers as his explores the victim’s body

Huffs and yelps filled the room as the victim clings on to Murete

“You’ll know the consquences of ignoring my promise”

“What is this!” 

The victim screech as their knees fell to the ground watching their home get torn apart watching the fire eat the wood and flesh in it’s path

If I left you for a few seconds. When come back you look more beautiful than before 

He grabs the victim’s arm and slithers his so his claws can intertwine the victim’s soft fingers pulling the victim’s back to press against the victim whispering sweetness

Murete starts nibbling the victim’s ears and guiding his own fingers and groping the victim’s behind

I envious this beauty thank the spirits/universe for being mine

He twirls the victim 

I give you all my life why look at them?

He lifts the victim bridal and spins the victim as the building breaks down. His dances coordinated by the places of where the woods and dead bodies fall but none of that distracted Murete from admiring his conejito

I have put all hopes on you all I ask from you is to stay in love with me 

Mi conejito…

Una promesa es una promesa we are meant for each other , sadness and distance are prohibited 

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Could I please request a yandere cm punk 🙏

Yandere CM Punk

An: I’m honestly surprised I haven’t written one for this dilf

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Phil is tired of playing games and wants a controlled relationship

He sees you as someone who would be easily manipulated

Starts off with just dating

But he shames you for how you act.

‘Do you really go out every night?’ ‘I just thought you were more responsible then this’

He’s really good at making you feel bad for making your own decisions

He doesn’t want to kidnap you as much as he wants to break you down so that you blindly agree with him

He gives me house wife kink vibes

Like, he would love to show off his little pregnant house wife that stays home and keeps the house clean

I’m talking 1950’s house wife

He would definitely spoil you though

He would kidnap you if you actually left him, but he used to threatening you when you try to

He wouldn’t physically punish you, but uses a lot of physiological punishments

He also wouldn’t kill

He would get a lot more pleasure from seeing you tell someone yourself that you want to be with him then if he did it

[kqrosez]

REQUEST ME SOMETHING

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Please know that I am new to writing, meaning that I may cause some spelling-mistakes sometimes.

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The fandoms for who I will write for:

♡ One Piece

♡ Demon Slayer

♡ My Hero Academia

♡ Sally Face

♡ Hunter x Hunter

♡ City hunter

♡ Chainsaw Man

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For what genre I will write for:

♡ Fluff

♡ Angst

♡ Yandere

♡ One shots

♡ Head canons

♡ scenarios

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For what genre I will not write for:

♡ Pedophilia

♡ Incest

♡ Nsfw

♡ Smut

♡ Lemon & Lime

♡ Character x Oc

♡ Male readers

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