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seijorhi · 3 months ago

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Violent Delights

for my very dearest best friend (wife) @iwaasfairy i'm sorry it's super late, but august and april both start with 'a' which basically means they're the same month <33 iwaizumi hajime x female reader w.c 4.4k tw: yandere themes, non-con, drugged reader, blood/gore, murder, incest, sorta smut (nsfw)

M I N E

It’s funny in a way. Amidst the wreckage, the blood, what was left of your friends and the cooling puddle of cum splattered across your naked stomach, four letters carved into your bedroom wall seemed almost… harmless. Or at least the easiest to digest. Fixate on.

The detective asked about your ex partners, the dates you’d been on recently, whether or not you’d noticed anyone in your day-to-day paying you too much attention, if anyone made you feel uncomfortable, or said anything that seemed out of place.

But your exes don’t care enough to kill, and the two dates you’ve been on in the last six months never bothered to text you back. No one’s left weird, unsettling gifts, or stared too long in line at the coffee shop. There’s nothing. No precursor or warning, no giant red flag waving in front of you.

Mine.

Hovering on the edge of numbness, blind hysteria just out of reach, you stare at the beige walls of the hotel room they’d put you up in, the angry gouges flickering in and out of existence with every blink.

Mine.

Kaori was the one obsessed with all the true crime stuff. She’d be the first to tell you psychopaths and nutjobs – they don’t jump straight into drugging and triple homicide. There’s a pattern of behaviour. Escalation.

Something you missed.

Then again, considering it’s her blood still caked under your fingernails, there’s a strong possibility she wouldn’t be all that enthusiastic about the whole thing to begin with.

You need a shower, a proper one – not the glorified sponging off they’d given you at the hospital. Enough to get you out the door, not nearly enough to scrub away the grime and rid yourself of what he did to you–

The others had it worse. You survived. He barely touched you.

Mine.

The thought of scalding water, of scrubbing yourself raw does hold a certain appeal, yet hunched over atop starched white sheets, those same bloody fingernails sink into the flesh of your arms instead, grounding you in the tiny bite of pain.

Minutes tick past and you don’t so much as twitch. Not until a sharp knock sounds at the door and a gruff voice calls out your name.

You wait half a beat, but when nothing more is forthcoming, you slowly edge yourself off the bed, making your way to the door. Through the peephole you spy a dark haired officer, different to the one who’d dropped you off, staring back at you.

They did tell you there’d be an officer with you the whole time, at least for the next twenty four hours.

“Miss?” he calls again, and you distantly realise that while your hand is poised over the deadlock, you haven’t moved to undo it.

Squeezing your eyes shut, your forehead meeting the wooden door with a muted thud, you curse that stupid, tremulous fluttering in your chest. They’re here for you, protecting you. You’re safe.

Open the damn door.

“Y-yeah?”

Coward.

“Brought some food for you. Dinner.” There’s a rustling on the other side, and you raise your head to peer back through the glass in time to see him lift up a paper carry bag to the peephole. The idea of eating anything right now has your stomach roiling in protest. “Nothing fancy, but it’s good, I swear,” he says. Then, gentler, like he’s talking down a spooked animal, adds, “You need to eat.”

Still, you hesitate. All you need to do is open the door, grab the food and then at least it’s there if you want it later. Easy.

Too quick, too jerky to be natural, you twist at the handle and yank the door open a scant few inches, enough for you to reach out an arm expectantly for the food. “Thank you,” you pre-empt, because hungry or not, you’re not completely without manners.

The officer lifts an eyebrow. “Yeah, no. I’m not taking heat from the Cap when the guys on the next shift find you passed out ‘cause you haven’t eaten anything,” he scoffs. “C’mon, we can talk while you eat.” Not a suggestion – you barely have time to stumble back before he’s pushing his way inside and kicking the door closed behind him. The second he takes to flick the lock somehow simultaneously eases the knots in your stomach and sends your heartrate ratcheting.

It’s halfway to a miracle that you’re still standing at all.

“Eat,” he tells you, his deep voice brooking no disagreement as he shoves the bag of food your way and grabs the lone chair in the room, dragging it closer to the edge of the bed and settling himself down. Clearly he has no intention of going anywhere until he’s satisfied you’ve eaten your fill.

With little else for it, you do as you’re told, reaching into the bag to find steamed buns at your fingertips, still warm as you pry open the wrapper– and wince. The familiar scent of pork, ginger and chives wafts through the air, unwittingly digging at old wounds.

Suddenly you’re a kid again, strolling down the hill with your family, one hand tucked safely within your brother’s, the other grasping a steaming hot bun. You’re happy and whole and so, so young–

“Something wrong? You don’t like meat buns?”

Not the time. Ignoring the bitter ache the memory conjures, you’re quick to shake your head, “No. No, thank you. It’s great.” You doubt he buys it, but then again you also doubt he cares so long as you get something in your stomach.

One bite, chew, swallow. Another, chew, swallow – mechanical until it isn’t. The first bun disappears and you reach for the second.

“How’s your head?” he asks.

You swallow down another mouthful. “Fuzzy. Sore. I still can’t remember anything,” you admit, in case that’s where this line of questioning is going. Nothing beyond waking up in your bed covered in blood and a stranger’s cum at any rate.

The blood work they did at the hospital confirmed you were drugged along with the others, the detective mentioning the near-empty bottle of wine they’d found, which they were in the process of testing too. He’d also pointed out the lack of evidence indicating any kind of forced entry, which paired with the former is something you’ve been trying not to dwell on.

The officer gives a considering nod, “That’s to be expected, don’t worry about it. I still think it’s worth asking a few more questions if you’re feeling up to it?” Again, it’s phrased like a question, but already he’s pulling out a voice recorder, setting down on the mattress between you.

“Um, sure. Yeah,” you croak.

A small smile, “Good.” He leans forward to switch on the recorder. “We’ll start with the other victims – your friends. Tell me about them.”

“Kaori, she’s– she was my best friend. We worked at the same grocer when I first moved out of my parents’ place, when I got a job here she made the decision to move with me. That was about six months ago.”

“And the other two?”

“Her brother Koji and another friend of ours Takashi. They came up to visit; Kaori’s been back once or twice since we left, but I hadn’t seen them–” tears blur at your vision and your voice just… gives out.

They’re gone.

You drag a shuddering breath in and it hurts.

Blindly, your hand reaches across the bed, blood tipped fingers sprawling over pristine white, and when they meet warmth – an open palm outstretched – you seize it and cling on with everything you have. You’ll unravel if you don’t.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you chant, each syllable shakier than the last.

He dips his chin, just barely, and squeezes your hand, “You invited them?”

A wordless, wide eyed nod.

“You were close.” Not a question. He sounds like he’s mulling over the thought, though his expression is inscrutable. “Were you involved with any of them?”

This time, there’s the slightest hesitation before you shake your head. The officer frowns, “I need the truth. Your friends were attacked for a reason. Lying to me won’t help bring their families peace.”

The blood drains from your face, your heart lurching on a sickening thud.

Your fault.

Instinctively, you yank back your hand, or try to at least, but his grip tightens – enough to keep you from drawing away, not enough to hurt. Though neither his tone nor his expression hold any condemnation, it doesn’t change the truth of the matter.

You didn’t drug them or pick up the knife and swing. You didn’t invite this psycho into your life, but the fact remains that they’re dead because of you.

“I– it wasn’t like that. We weren’t… I didn’t–”

MINE.

Tears threaten to spill and your bottom lip trembles.

For a long, drawn out moment, he simply stares. There’s a twitch at his jaw and he sighs – more of a grunt, really – leaning back and pulling his hand from yours to rake through his dark hair.

(Stupid, you think, how some part of you mourns the loss.)

“Okay, alright. Fine. We’ll come back to that,” he concedes. “What about other friends? Coworkers you were close with?”

“No, I– I already told the detective I wasn’t seeing anyone.”

An irritated flash darkens his gaze. “I didn’t ask if you were fucking them.” And you must make a truly pathetic picture then, flinching like a kicked puppy, because he lets out another huff, closing his eyes for a beat and visibly working to soften the harsh lines of his expression. “Shit, okay– I’m sorry. It’s been a long day for us both,” he makes an odd noise, somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, the sound entirely devoid of humour. “The guy who did this, he either already knows about the people precious to you, or he’s gonna do his damn best to find out, and if he thinks they’re threats, he’ll hurt them, or worse – he’ll use them to hurt you. I need you to tell me everything.”

And so, feeling the exhaustion of the day creeping over you, you do.

You tell him about the small group from work you occasionally go out for Friday drinks with, your old friends from uni, right down to the neighbour two floors below, who’d seen you hauling boxes the day you’d moved in and immediately offered to help. When you’d christened the kitchen baking you’d made sure to bring him some, and just last week you’d had tea with him and his grandma.

“What about school? Anyone you still keep in contact with?”

You try for a laugh but it sounds all wrong. “I wasn’t exactly popular back then,”

His eyes narrow. They flit across your face like he’s searching for… something. You feel like a bug, pinned in place, squirming and uncomfortable, your face too hot.

“Bullied?” he probes.

Another nod.

“How ‘bout family?”

Your mouth dries.

“My parents… I haven’t spoken to them in months. We don’t really get along.” The last conversation you’d had with them, if you could call it as much, lasted all of five minutes. Dry pleasantries and thinly veiled criticisms, wrapped up in yet another pointed reminder that things didn’t have to be this way – you were the one adamant on shutting them out.

You doubt it’d raise a single eyebrow between them if you went the same again without contact.

“Siblings?”

Another tear slips from your lashes and you swallow against the tight lump in your throat. The weight of his gaze feels oppressive, you’re too bare, too vulnerable, you don’t want to talk about this, so you shift your line of sight to the paper delivery bag, half crumpled now, and let your fingernails sink into the skin of your palms.

Still, the words don’t come straight away, and when they do, they’re strained. Choked. Painted so thick is grief that you wonder if he understands them at all.

“No. I uh, I had a brother– a twin brother. He died.”

You don’t talk about your brother, ever.

Kaori knew the bare bones of it. Koji and Takashi too – you had a twin brother, he died, and it fucked you up. Without ever uttering a word, they’d known not to press, that the wounds left behind weren’t quite as healed as the scar tissue led to believe.

“How old were you?”

Seven, when you lost him. Twelve, when the letters stopped coming.

“Fourteen,” you whisper, curling in on yourself. “He was sick.”

Stop asking, stop talking, stop, stop, stop.

When you risk a look in the officer’s direction, his features are hewn granite, eyes set in a hard, angry glare that steals the very breath from your lungs. “Yeah?” he grunts, rising to his feet. “You stopped writing long before that.”

There’s just enough time for understanding to crash over you, for your lips to part, a feather light gasp of “Hajime?” to slip out before you’re flat on your back, wrists pinned to the mattress above your head, the officer– a ghost– Hajime looming over you.

“What did I fucking tell you?”

—

‘Sweetie, make sure you hold your brother’s hand.’

They’d meant when you were walking home from the bus stop, or crossing the road. When there was a buddy system so no one got separated or left behind.

Hajime was always holding your hand. Not because your parents told him to, but because that’s how it was supposed to be. You were twins, he’d been born first (by all of six minutes) and you had followed. You were always following Hajime, and he was always going to look after you.

Until he gets put into the Otter class with Mr Inagaki, and you go into Dugong with Miss Ino.

Hajime’s nothing short of enraged. He throws chairs and yells and tries to kick the Principal, but it doesn’t change anything.

It would be good for you, they said, to have a chance to make other friends. ‘You can’t keep using your brother as a crutch, honey,’ your mother gently admonishes.

Hajime scowls at that. Later, when it’s just the two of you hiding away in his room, he tells you she’s an idiot and a liar. ‘You don’t need anyone else. You have me.’

You knew that. You’d always have Hajime, but the other kids in your class weren’t as awful as he made them sound. Some of them were actually kind of cool, and they liked you, too.

For a while, you began to believe you could have both; Hajime and your new friends.

Until one day you’re waiting for him at lunch when a boy from your class tugs on your braids and with a wide, toothy grin, loudly proclaims to the whole playground that even though you were a girl, and girls have cooties, it’d probably be okay if you wanted to be his girlfriend.

You didn’t see Hajime coming up behind you. You’ve no idea where he found the scissors. The only warning either of you get is a sudden, splitting roar before he’s throwing himself at the smaller boy, tackling him to the ground.

‘She’s MINE!’

Silver glints, flashing in the sunlight, and a high pitched shriek rips through the playground as he brings the scissors down on the poor, struggling boy.

With a viciousness you’d never known of your brother, he swings again and again. It’s chaos. The other kids scatter and the teachers run to intervene. Hajime, spitting and snarling, red in the face and half-feral, doesn’t stop for them.

He stops for you.

At the sound of a sharp little gasp, a line of red slashed along your forearm, Hajime stops dead, wide, horrified eyes fixed on yours.

—

‘Sweetie, what have I told you about snooping? I raised you better than that.’

‘But they’re addressed to me. Hajime wrote to me.’

‘Your brother’s not well, those letters– they’ll only upset you. I don’t want you reading them.’

‘… He says he misses me.’

‘I know, but he’s where he belongs, getting help. You want that for him, don’t you? To get the help he needs?’

‘I want to write back to him.’

—

There’s another letter waiting for you when you get home from school.

You hang your backpack near the door, still damp from being tossed in the pool, and eye the opened envelope sitting by your father. He doesn’t look up from his laptop when you reach for it, doesn’t lift a finger to stop you. Nevertheless, the displeasure radiates from him clear as day.

“You shouldn’t encourage him. He’s not well.”

You’d scoff if it wouldn’t get you in trouble. Nothing you said could ever be taken as ‘encouragement’, and you’re under no illusions about who and what your brother is.

The violence terrifies you. Sometimes he says things in the letters he writes that make your stomach all twisty and your palms sweat, but Hajime could be a monster, and you think you’d love him anyway. You wouldn’t have a choice.

So you pluck at the envelope and tuck it close, making your way to your room without another glance at either of your parents. Sitting cross legged atop your bed, you eagerly scan the contents;

He hates the new therapist. They had a movie night planned, but some asshole started a fight and the whole thing got cancelled. The food’s still shit. He’s fed up and pissed off, whether he behaves or not, they won’t let him out and they won’t give him what he wants, so what’s the point in pretending?

The both of you turn twelve in ten days time – you owe it to him to come spend it together.

—

‘Maybe it’s for the best, sweetheart.’

Dismissive. She’s always dismissive. Your hands curl in response, tightening before you force yourself to flex them out and bite your tongue. It’s not worth the fight. Neither one of them actually care, and nothing you say will ever change that.

He’s angry at you. Or hurt. Both, probably.

They wouldn’t let you visit. You’d begged – cried, even – and it hadn’t swayed them. The rules are that you aren’t allowed to go and see Hajime and you aren’t allowed to talk to him on the phone. The letters are the only communication you have, and when your twelfth birthday comes and goes, those stop too.

You’ve sent four letters since, no response.

He’s shut you out entirely and while you can’t blame him for it, it’s painful.

You’ve always had Hajime, through everything. Him shutting you out feels like losing a limb–

No, it’s more than that. It’s like slowly losing some vital function inside of you. Like your lungs are shutting down and you can’t breathe properly and your heart isn’t pumping the way it should. You feel guilty and horrible and at least twice, you debate trying to find a way to sneak out and make the two hour journey on your own, just so you can see him.

It’s a stupid idea, they wouldn’t even let you through the front door, but it’s the only idea you have and so you cling to it.

You keep writing to him– panicked. Desperate. Begging his forgiveness.

He never writes back.

—

They sit you down at breakfast three months after your fourteenth birthday and tell you Hajime’s gone.

There was another fight, someone pushed him–

You don’t want to hear the details. They don’t matter and your ears are ringing too loud to make sense of them anyway.

Hajime is gone.

The cord between you was stretched and fraying already. He hadn’t written in over two years and probably hated you towards the end but he– he was–

Yours. A part of you.

Gone.

And your mother’s asking about the English test you have second period.

—

“What. Did. I. Say?” Each word is slowly enunciated, a quiet growl that drags an unwilling shiver down your spine.

He smells of wood – of cedar, spice and musk, the notes melding, coiling with the dizzying body heat, the solid weight of him, bracing himself above you.

His lips are mere inches from yours.

Not dead.

Here.

There’s a thousand thoughts racing through your head, connections that light up, clicking into place like pieces of a puzzle, painting a deeply unsettling picture – all of which are drowned out by the revelation that Hajime is here.

You burst into tears–

and Hajime – your brother, very much alive and glaring at you from above – surges down to swallow them in a vicious kiss.

The moment your lips touch, all the tension in his body just… bleeds out. Hajime groans, low and heated, his hips rocking, grinding along your stomach, and if you weren’t too preoccupied short circuiting, dangling on the precipice of a panic attack, you’d feel the twitch of his mouth, curling into a small but no less satisfied smirk.

He relaxes, like he’s coming home rather than returning from the dead to land the killing blow.

“Mine,” he answers his own question, breath heavy and ragged as his teeth nip at your jaw. “I told you you’re fucking mine.”

The scratches on the wall. Kaori and Koji and Takashi, asleep in a sea of red. The viscous mess spilled over your belly. Your mother’s hushed voice, carrying down the hallway, ‘– only a phase. The books all say he’ll grow out of it before long.’

She hadn’t sounded convinced.

You squeeze your eyes shut, desperate to block it all out as more tears spill into your hairline. Hajime won’t let you. He groans your name into the shell of your ear and licks at the tears as they fall. “Don’t,” he warns, fingers pressing tightly around your wrists ‘til they shoot back open with a gasp, “don’t you dare check out.”

When he rucks up your shirt to find you sans bra and a warm palm slides up to grope the soft, supple skin, a fresh burst of panic spurs you into action. Pinned under his weight as you are, you can’t move, and the idea of trying to physically fight him off is as laughable as it is terrifying – but when you were younger, you were the one – the only one – who could coax Hajime back from the edge, your hand in his.

Until he leapt from it entirely, and they took him away.

“H-Hajime?” A trembling, hiccuping whimper, thick with tears.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even pause – shuffling down your body to mouth at them instead – but hooded, simmering pools of green flick back up to your face, a hum of acknowledgement rumbling in his chest as he nips and sucks pretty, burgundy blooms across your breasts.

“I-if you ever loved me, even a little… Please, Haji– don’t hurt me like this–” you choke on another sob, pathetic mess that you are.

Hajime goes preternaturally still, eyes boring into you.

You stare right back, fighting the urge to cower and flinch, to turn your cheek and stare at the discarded dumpling wrappers, letting him take what he wants. Praying that he won’t hurt you too badly if you give it to him without a fight.

Because it will hurt, you think. It’ll break you entirely.

(Are you not already broken?)

When his head drops, you can’t help it – the sharp, terrified hitch in your breath – but his lips meet your forehead, then each cheek, before finally they brush over your lips with a tenderness he has no right to. “You don’t have to be afraid of me,” he vows, cradling the side of your jaw, “I won’t hurt you, ever.”

But that’s a lie, too.

“I love you more than anything.”

He kisses you again, soft and sweet and gentle, as if those promises weren’t sewn from violence and legitimised in blood. As if he isn’t breaking your heart with every sweep of his tongue, plundering your mouth.

There’s no fight in you left when he reaches for the waistband of your sweats and slowly starts easing them down. You don’t claw and shove when the hold on your wrists loosens and then disappears entirely, both hands needed to strip away his clothes.

The sound of his belt buckle clinking, the soft hiss of a zipper, they wash over you, white noise lost to the pounding in your ears.

But you don’t look away.

He strokes his cock – long and thick and flushed to the tip – crawling up the mattress to kneel between your legs like a supplicant before an altar of the divine.

Devotion demands sacrifice.

“It killed me,” he starts, dragging the mushroom head along the slit of your pussy. He frowns a little, leans back and spits – a fat glob of saliva landing dead centre, adding to the mess his weeping cock’s already made. “When the letters stopped coming. I was angry, so fucking angry, all the time. I’d lash out and they’d put me in another cage, and I’d do it again, and again. They tried convincing me you’d moved on,” his eyes flash darkly, “which was bullshit. They’d have to carve me out of you with a knife.”

What shocks you isn’t the violent imagery, but the truth of it settling into your bones, inescapable and undeniable; you’ll always love your brother, even if that very love destroys you.

“I didn’t–”

The first thrust rips a strangled yelp from your throat.

He’s too big, you’re not prepared to take him – and Hajime doesn’t care. His head tips back, shuddering out a breathy laugh.

There’s no pause, no period of grace, seated deep inside of you, the walls of your pussy hugging him tight, Hajime won’t allow you a second to catch your breath and wait for the burning sting to abate. His hips draw back until only the throbbing head of his cock remains inside, and, upon grabbing a leg to hitch over his shoulder, uses it as leverage to punch forward, stuffing your tight little cunt to the brim.

The pace he sets is brutal from the outset. Bruising. He licks at your tears between kisses and moans when you clench and shudder around him. “Never again,” he pants into your ear. “I’ll kill them all if you leave. Every last fucking one. You’re mine. Mine.”

And you’d think it cruel, a punishment, if not for the way those green eyes burn.

When his fingers twine with yours, pressing you down into the mattress, holding you there, you wonder if this was always an inevitability.

Hajime led and you followed, hand in bloody hand.

He’d never allow anything less.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere iwaizumi hajime #yandere iwaizumi x reader #yandere iwaizumi hajime x reader #yandere iwaizumi #tw: noncon

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bones4thecats · 3 months ago

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Rid Drift x Fembot reader, both are Conjux, the Reader already knew Drift when they were ShadowRaker's students, but Drift escaped taking the Minicons and the reader, and when ShadowRaker arrives on earth, he takes the reader, since before Shadow Raker was in love with her, but the reader was not, but now he wants to force her to be his Conjux and treat Slipstream and Jetstorm as his Sparklings

Drift Saving His S/O From Shadow Raker

Character: Drift (Robots in Disguise 2015) Requester: @zinnia1506 A/N: I literally had the episode up and kept pausing it to make sure the plot was going correctly, lmao. My fingers are practically dead after writing this long ass piece of art so I hope it's good! By the way, Y/N's speech is pink in here. I have no reasoning for it, I just wanted to do it here! Anyways, enjoy <3 ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of parents being missing (maybe abandonment), trauma, unwanted physical touch, fighting, self-doubt, kidnapping, assault, and objectifying the Reader (maybe some yandere-behavior from Shadow Raker??) ⚠️

Maybe my longest piece so far🤣

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╚═════ Drift ═════════════════════════════════╝

🏯 When you were a young-adult Cybertronian, your Sire and Carrier had disappeared early on in the war, leaving you an orphan with quite a bit of heavy lifting, as you were caring for your younger brother

🏯 As a couple weeks on Cybertron passed, you were taken in by a slightly older mech, one by the name of Shadow Raker. And you liked him, he was an excellent teacher, though you did disagree with a few things he did

🏯 While time passed, he picked up another student by the name of Dreadlock. At the time, you and him were at odds, as you were competing for Shadow Raker's praise, but you did eventually connect and begin hanging around with one another when training and when not

🏯 One cycle, Dreadlock had burst into the room you were in and taken your servo, saying how he saw Shadow Raker doing something beyond evil. You were shocked to hear everything, so, you grabbed your brother and two minicons that Shadow Raker had taken in and fled with the guys

🏯 It was many years later that you ended up teaming with the Bee Team on Earth in an effort to capture any rogue Decepticons that broke out of the Alchemor from some unknown force. And alongside your now sparkmate, Deadlock -now called Drift-, your two boys, Slipstream and Jetstorm, and your younger brother, Requiem, you were quite the power-team

🏯 As the team walked out of the Groundbridge, you saw a ship -one that was quite familiar to you and Drift- and your optics widened as Drift laid his servo on your shoulder to help ground you and your anxieties

"Drift. Any information you or Y/N have on the pilot, now's the time." Bee said.

🏯 Looking at you and back at Bee, Drift began to speak;

"His name is Shadow Raker. He trains wayward bots to steal for him in exchange for shelter and protection. He calls them his 'Shadows'. His pleasure in corrupting the innocent is matched only by his greed."

"No matter who or what stands in his way, he will go through any hoops, using any tactic he must, to obtain what he wants." You added.

"Charming." Bee said. "Ready for ambush team."

🏯 You all noticed that the door for Shadow Raker's ship opened, making you pull your guard up higher than it has been since you took in your brother

"Shadow Raker's strongest defenses will be at the entrance hatch. Come, I know another way in."

"Drift, any idea why he's on Earth?" Strongarm asked.

"I suspect for personal business."

»–•–«

"My long lost students." Shadow Raker said from behind.

🏯 Turning around while clutching your weapon, a longer-bladed version of Drift's own sword, you felt your spark pounding with fear, and you knew your brother, who was back at the Scrapyard with Fixit and the humans, could feel it as well

"I have come for the things you took from me. You shouldn't take things that don't belong to you, Deadlock."

"I no longer answer to Deadlock, and I have nothing that is yours!"

🏯 Watching as Drift attacked Shadow Raker, you were shocked to see his optics get covered with the same web-like material he would use when training you

🏯 You stepped in front of your sparkmate, who had fallen against a nearby wall from Shadow Raker's kick, and you held your blade up, just barely making it to his neck-cables

"Next time we meet, your new associates won't bail you out." The 'Con said as your team's pede-steps approached.

🏯 You watched as your former Sensei ran off and went through an elevator and you looked back to help Drift remove the substance from his face as he grunted in frustration

"Easy Drift, easy. Where's Shadow Raker?" Bee asked, standing next to you both.

"He escaped." You said.

"He knew we'd be waiting at this exit and was prepared for both of us to attack."

"How do you guys both know so much about Shadow Raker?" He asked.

🏯 Drift's arms hung down as you continued to attempt to gently get the covering off of him and you held his servo in your own while your other, more dominant, one tried to peel the edge off, like how you have seen Russell take of a band-aid

"We were both once two of his Shadows..." Drift admitted, "Before we found the proper path."

"It's okay. We all have times in our past we'd rather forget."

"No kidding." Grimlock butted in. "Once I was smashed in a spaceport and got my tail stuck in a plasma-converted. Woo! Did that smell."

🏯 You managed to get the stuff off of Drift when Strongarm held the opposite side, you then thanked her and began to notice that Sideswipe had joined up with you guys and Bee had communicated with Fixit

"Bingo! Let's go on a bug-hunt!"

»–•–«

🏯 You walked alongside Grimlock down the mountain while Drift stayed with Bee. It hurt that you were practically useless when fighting against your former master, but seeing how affected Drift was made it so much wore for you

"Hey, Y/N. You okay?" Grimlock asked, looking down at you from his dino-form.

"Yeah, I'm fine Grim. Don't worry." You said.

"Are you sure? You seemed pretty nervous back at the ship."

"Grimlock. I said I'm fine, alright?" You snapped, making the Dinobot flinch slightly at your tone.

"I'm sorry. It's just..."

"You'd rather not be focused on a topic like Shadow Raker?"

"Yeah, I guess. Seeing how much this has affected Drift in such a short period of time hurts... and I know that I can't do anything to really help him outside of something physical like fighting makes it even worse."

"Well... if you need to talk, you can come to me, yeah?"

"Yeah." You chuckled, "Thank you Grimlock, you're an amazing friend."

🏯 Grimlock smiled at you as you looked ahead, seeing how Drift summoned Slipstream and Jetstorm and told them to stay close to him. You saw just how the two happily accepted the order and ran to stay beside him and smiled, they were so innocent... thank Primus Drift got you out of there before they got tampered beyond repair with

🏯 Bee stopped and told us all to go separate ways. You ran off with Drift and the minicons while the others ran in different directions. Hopefully Shadow Raker wouldn't prove to be too much of an issue

»–•–«

🏯 Drift's swords were drawn as you walked next to the boys, your own sword in your better servo while your other stayed free in case of needing to shield yourself from one of Shadow Raker's web-attacks

"Pupils, stay close."

"You heard him, keep nearby us." You reinforced.

🏯 The boys nodded and stayed near your legs, and you could tell they were getting to the same level of nervousness you were at

"Enough games, Shadow Raker. Face me honorably, if you dare."

🏯 Hearing the sound of his alt-mode behind you, you spun around quickly and shielded the boys with your sword while Drift stood stiffer, his own weapons now held with the purpose of defense and not just to scare off the 'Con

"I seem to remember you were the one who abandoned me, Deadlock. Now how is that honorable?"

"My name is not Deadlock."

"And you stole these three from my tender care when you left. Honor dictates you return them to me and you all receive punishment for your betrayal."

"What do you know about honor? And tender care? You have your students, Cybertronians you should be caring for without anything to gain from except love, yet you treat them like pieces of a machine!" You said, making Slipstream and Jetstorm back up to stand closer to you and out of your former boss' reach.

"And Y/N, how could I forget about you? You were my best alumni; smart, strong, and above all else, wonderfully appealing to the optic~"

"Excuse me?"

"Of course Deadlock couldn't tell you why he wanted you to be taken away from my care." Shadow Raker continued.

🏯 You narrowed your optics as Drift's mood worsened, you felt it through your sparkbond. And, instead of trying to calm him down, you allowed his anger to grow

"Then do tell me, Shadow Raker. Why did Drift 'take' me from your influence. It must have been for a decent reason, no?"

"Well, to put it in simpler terms." The mech chuckled, "He knew just how much I admired you. The way you held yourself against many, large or small, you kept your stance despite any signs of the odds not being in your favor. It was admirable. And the way that my other Shadows treated you like a second master, it made me imagine... what if you were their second master? And you stood by my side, as my equal, my other half... what if you were mine?"

🏯 His? This had to be a joke.

"They are not property!" Drift yelled, attacking Shadow Raker with his swords head-first, little care for his safety.

🏯 Readying your own weapons to keep Slipstream and Jetstorm safe, you heard them yell for permission to assist Drift in the assault against your opponent. And you knew when he yelled for them to do as they were told that Shadow Raker was going to use this to his advantage as well

"I always taught you. Concern for others is folly. And often fatal. Y/N learned that when her Sire and Carrier went missing all those years ago."

🏯 Your optics widened as you remembered them. How your Sire would hold you on his shoulder while taking a walk around his work with the rest of the Cybertronian Council. How your Carrier would read you stories of times long past whenever your energy grew after fueling up

🏯 How dare he mentioned them in such a way!

"Don't look for your friends to help, Deadlock." He said, sending his word at Drift's helm, only for him to dodge and deal more deadly attacks.

"My name is Drift!"

"How can we aid our teacher when he won't permit us to fight?" Jetstorm asked as you looked down at him with concern.

"We will find another way." Slipstream answered as you nodded.

🏯 Seeing how Shadow Raker pinned Drift to a tree with his webs, you held your own weapon closer as he looked back and began to speak to you three as the orange-mech struggled to free himself

"He has held you close in fear of losing you the same way I did with him. Had I not, he'd still be at my side."

"Shadow Raker, we doubt it." Slipstream said, allowing Jetstorm to jump on his own weapon and launch himself at him, attempting an attack.

🏯 You were about to grab the minicons when Shadow Raker spewed his webbing once more, knocking the boys and you down and making Drift watch in shock and concern

"Do not touch them!"

"But I promised punishment for your betrayal. It's only honorable to deliver on one's promises."

🏯 Yelling as he tried picking you up, Shadow Raker growled and webbed your mouth, making your screams harder to hear. You then felt the boys hit your front as he swung them behind with you

"Well Deadlock, I've enjoyed our little reunion."

"There is nowhere you can go to escape me. You cannot run far enough where I cannot find you! My sparkmate and pupils will never be hidden in your grasp long enough for you to taint them once again!"

"Well I suppose we'll see, won't we?"

»–•–«

🏯 You sat restrained alongside your boys, trying to keep them calm while Shadow Raker stood at his control station, speaking about his shields and whatnot

🏯 He didn't seem shocked when Drift admitted to being in a sparkbond with you. Could he possibly have suspected it before? Was it obvious from the way he defended you before that when he yelled it, he wasn't surprised?

🏯 Was Drift and the rest of the team alright down on Earth?

"Thank the Primes you came for me, Shadow Raker. Drift forced me to serve him." Slipstream said, knocking you our of your daze.

"Slipstream!" Jetstorm yelled.

"Yes, you seemed quite conflicted when your friend, eh, tried to kick my head off."

"That was for Drift's benefit. I learned to obey him so he wouldn't punish me. I can prove I am loyal to you."

🏯 Now you understood...

"No! Do not tell him about the Shanix, Slipstream!"

🏯 So Jetstorm was in on it as well... you might as well have some fun as well

"Shanix?"

"Here, on Earth." You said, "And Sliptream has the knowledge on their whereabouts."

🏯 Shadow Raker looked at you and smirked before walking over and kneeling before you, holding your helm up in his servo while you outwardly stayed firm but internally hurled up the energon you had just a couple days prior

"So you were tricking Deadlock as well then, Y/N?" He asked.

"That you'd be correct. I knew that with a close relationship he wouldn't expect me to 'betray him'. Deceit is what you taught me to do well, Shadow."

"If deceit is what I taught you to do well, then how can I know you're not lying to me at this moment?"

"They speak the truth! We've spoken many times about leaving Drift, much to no avail. They know the real us, and they are a real one."

"Well then, prove this to be truthful, Y/N. Why don't you break off your sparkbond with Drift and bond with me?"

"I cannot do that without Drift's compliance. Such an unfortunate predicament I latched myself onto. But I swear that when we see him again, I shall leave this harmful bond and create a beautiful and dangerously honest one with you. I swear." You finished, optics boring into his own.

"Good. Now, how much Shanix are we speaking of being on this planet?"

»–•–«

"See Shadow Raker, just as we promised." Slipstream said as your small group walked through the halls and towards the Shanix. "And no Autobots."

"Yes. Slipstream I think this is the begin to a perfect partnership." He then grazed his servo against your side, "Perhaps even the beginning of a familial unit-bond. It's not to late for you to be a willing participant, Jetstorm."

🏯 Moving slightly away from him in the effort to make it seem as a natural reflex to light touches, you heard Jetstorm refuse while the 'Con picked up the Shanix, handed it to the boys, and walked out with you and the minicons in tow

"Keep it moving. The faster we get that Shanix to my ship, the faster we can get off this backward planet."

🏯 Watching as the Bee Team pulled up behind him, you smiled and pulled out your own weapon, hiding his behind your back as Shadow Raker questioned the arrival of them all

"We did not set this up. They did."

"You lie and betray as well as your teacher!"

"Who learned from you." Jetstorm said.

"Yes, you should be proud." Slipstream added.

🏯 The minicons picked up the box and slammed it onto Shadow Raker's pede, making him yip in pain before running off towards your sparkmate with you following when they reached him

"Oh no you don't!" Shadow Raker yelled, grabbing your neck and pulling you back to him, his sword pressed against said bodily part.

🏯 Everyone, especially your trio of mechs and brother, who had come as reinforcement when they left the Scrapyard earlier that night, readied their weapons as you glared at the mech behind you with resentment and not the forced lovesick-expression you had on earlier

"Shadow Raker, let Y/N go and be a good beetle by coming with us quietly. What'd you say?"

"I only have one thing to say."

🏯 Spitting out the webbing once again, Strongarm, Requiem, Grimlock and Bee were all taken down, leaving Drift, the minicons, and Sideswipe to attack while Shadow Raker transformed, still holding onto you with his alt-mode's legs, before wrapping the red-mech up in the same way. Narrowing the opponents down to three

🏯 Transforming once again, Shadow Raker kept a hold of you, directing his offense to keep himself rather than you safe and sound

🏯 Grunting as Shadow Raker nearly cut your midsection with his digits, you pushed your helm down before smashing it into his, making him let you go. You then got down and kicked him straight in the same area he held you, sending him flying into the ground and allowing Drift to attack him again

"You have lost, Shadow Raker. Both the Shanix and any remaining hold you have had on me and my sparkmate."

"You think me defeated? Hardly. Had you let me continue teaching you, you could've been my second-in-command. The legacy you might have had. You do not know what you have thrown away." Throwing his smaller sword at Drift, the latter sending it away with his own swords, whilst you stood beside him with a glare.

"Let me educate you, Shadow Raker." He began. "The only thing I ever threw away was your influence. For that is what you do with trash."

🏯 Transforming once more in an attempt to escape, you smirked and nodded for the boys to come in. Drift then sent Slipstream and Jetstorm after the mech, successfully knocking him down, but not completely unconscious. No, that was where you came in

"My students are my legacy. A worthy legacy. That ends my side of the lesson."

🏯 Stepping up to the 'Con, you motioned for the boys to join the others to get them out of their entrapment. You then looked down at the Decepticon, kneeling down in front of him before he became his bot-mode once again in an effort to preserve energy

"Remember what you said, Shadow. You always taught us. Concern for others is folly. And often fatal. After all, I did learn that when my Sire and Carrier went missing all of those years ago." You said, punching his helm, making him officially go into stasis.

»–•–«

🏯 As Shadow Raker's stasis pod was locked up, you heard your pupils kneel before you and Drift

"You allowed yourselves and Y/N to be captured in the first place?" Drift asked.

"We acted on our own, Master Drift. And though we stayed true to your teachings and loyal to you during our deception." Slipstream began.

"We did not seek your permission. We humbly beg forgiveness." Jetstorm finished.

"You acted wisely and bravely, students. Your independent actions led to victory. Though, I have told you in the past I trust you to act on your own, I have not put that into practice."

🏯 Smiling as you wrapped your arms around Drift's, you leaned your helm against his appendage, allowing him to relax slightly and continue

"It seems that I am still learning. Now, it is time for nightly patrol."

"We are ready to undeploy, teacher." Slipstream said as he and his fellow friend stood.

"Unnecessary. You may patrol alone, if you feel ready."

"We are most ready! Our patrolling will be thorough and diligent!"

"We will bring you both honor, Masters Drift and Y/N."

"We know."

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starheavenly · 6 months ago

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(this was about a million more questions than I meant to send sorry! I got ahead of myself, answer what you’d like, no pressure.)

You mentioned Pharma’s codependency with Ratchet and how some deceptions would fake injuries (or actually get injured) to see Ratchet. How do you think he reacted to that? / Was he allowed to help medical visits at all (not saying they allowed him to surgery of course, but more like a basic check up and etc) or was that only after the whole redemption/recovery happened?

Speaking of Pharma’s codependency; how did that work out when Deadlock started to warm up to Rachet? Had he gotten enough work and healing in that it wasn’t an issue or was it a mess? XD (Would be wild of Pharma and Deadlock got along before they added Ratchet)

I'm glad people are invested in these three; they're obviously my favorites! Okay, just had my morning coffee, so it's time for a wall of text.

I still think my idea that half the Decepticons have a tiny crush on Ratchet is pretty funny. It was a little joke on the fandom since so many simp for Ratchet (me, it's me). I don't think Pharma ever noticed the correlation, though. Like I've said, I've moved on from the yandere idea, so Pharma isn't actively threatening people; he's just clingy. Maybe the cons stopped getting injured because they were wary of Pharma being around.

Honestly, I don't think Pharma is ever getting his medical license back. But at the same time, I think part of healing is accepting that you can't be the same person you were or do the same things you used to do. He probably just helps with tools and getting supplies. After a bit of recovery, he would get some of his snarkier personality back and be a bit of a backseat medic to Ratchet. He's healthier but still a control freak, that's for sure.

And Pharma obviously has a resentment to Decepticons in general, so he did not like Deadlock at first; but Deadlock didn't really care about Pharma nor Ratchet either.

This is a super silly detail, but Deadlock writes/talks to Cyclonus on Cybertron since they're all supposed to write to someone. Cyclonus is the one who convinces Deadlock to make more of an effort to get to know people (like how she got to know a little sanitation bot) Once Deadlock actually begins to try, he finds out a bit more about Pharma's whole deal. Deadlock discovers that Ratchet still cares about and helps Pharma even after what he did. Seeing how different Pharma was (a bit of a parallel to Drift/Deadlock), he begins to warm up to both of them.

(Pharma 100% cheats at their games of Go, by the way.)

And I know you didn't ask, but I didn't explain how/why Deadlock leaves Earth. He noticed how fond he was of Ratchet, and that scared him. He really didn't think he deserved any sort of redemption after all he'd done. Windblade and Chromia visit, and he steals their ship. Yes, there is Zenith!Wing. I have to design him, but he's a silly hermit who teaches Deadlock that there will be people willing to forgive him and care about him (also swords; he shows him how cool swords are). So Deadlock goes back to Earth as Drift! And my dratchma bias continues.

#okay that was long sorry i have so many zenith brain worms #tf zenith au #transformers zenith

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 1 year ago

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Request: Inigo Dragonov scenario where we (his darling) didn’t cave into remarrying him. (I guess this is like an alternative timeline from the original storyline). He was thinking about bankrupting our family, so aside from that, what if we also didn’t want to remarry him because we found a new lover (that even his private investigators didn’t know about). And to make it even more soap opera drama like, our new man is Inigo’s old university rival (who’s still also his company’s rival). I’m sorry…I just love these tropes/cliches. What makes it even ❤️provokingly❤️ worse is if his rival were just to see Inigo across the street one day on an outing with us and our twin babies…and just kiss the babes while pulling us into an embrace…all while keeping a long deadlock stare with Inigo. Like DUSKGSJOSLHWJJJWJ!!!!!!!!! Unleash Inigo’s full yandere potential after being forced to witness this!

Yandere! CEO! Arranged! Ex-husband x AFAB! Ex-wife! Reader

WHAT IF: You refused to marry him?

Ooh anon, you're the worst (lovingly). You really want Iñigo to suffer huh?

Once more, I'm delving into Iñigo's lore because fun fact, Rowan may be my first yandere OC, but Iñigo had a whole novel just exploring him and his actual partner, Ykaidi! (I unpublished it on Wattpad though, it's so cringe lol. Also, there's so much stuff I changed so technically, the original timeline IS an au in itself) So this will be a good creative exercise to explore his personality more.

He's one traumatized bitch.

No?

Did you really say no?

Iñigo scoffed before tilting his head to the side, a bit bewildered.

"This..."

Words died down in his throat as he saw your resolute face.

"A-are you sure you don't want to marry me? I told you that the children needs a father figure in their life."

He somehow got a bad feeling about this. And that proved right as you gave him a soft smirk.

"They do, actually. It's not you though."

Iñigo felt his blood run cold.

His ears started to ring from the shock he received.

"You..." You have another man? That was not... Him?

How could that possibly be?! He always made sure that his private investigators would know each and every single one of the people that you spoke to back in New Zealand.

He should rethink his choices right now.

"But, Elise and Elliot needs their biological father. I am their bio father!" Iñigo yelled, his jaw ticking. But you only rolled your eyes.

"Did you think I would take into account on going back to you?!" You screamed, marching up to him and pushing him back. Your heart squeezed in pain as it pumped to accomodate the anger rising inside of you. "You neglected me. Insulted me in ways I don't even hear from my parents!"

You stomped one step, as if crushing his heart in pieces.

"Why would I come back to you?" Your voice, crackled with the pent up anger, gave a raw, intense tone of rage that echoed your beating heart. "You must think I'm stupid if I'll run to you."

Iñigo's vision swam, breathing heavily as he felt small, pressured....

Intimidated.

He never took account of you moving on and hating him to the point of getting another man. But you did. You did what he thought was impossible.

"Sweetheart... Please..." His tone was getting desperate, clawing at the seams to make sure he won't burst from the emotions he's feeling.

Iñigo is an emotional man. Yes, he may seem cold hearted and reserved, but when it comes to you, it's different.

His hand trembled, wanting to grab your hand to rest upon his cheeks and place a shackle on it.

"I'm going." You whispered before walking out of him.

~~~Two weeks later~~~

It's been hell in Iñigo's company. He's working his employees like dogs to create the best fashion company out there.

Whatever that means.

But all he knows he needs to outrank the Smith's when it comes to the Fashion influence across the world.

He needs to outrank you.

He needs to be more popular.

More rich.

More influential.

He drank another coffee, letting the coffee dribble down his chin and onto the hardwood table.

"Indigo, I think you need to take a break." Oliver said, using the nickname he's been using since he was a child. Iñigo looked up and saw Oliver holding up a mirror, reflecting how bad Iñigo looked.

"Wow, way too drive the nail further. Fuckhead." Iñigo glared at Oliver before shaking his head and standing up. "Alright. I'll go for a walk, Livi."

Iñigo went to the bathroom, fixing his appearance, shaving a bit, and adding light makeup to his face, just to hide the circles on his eyes.

Damn, he even knew how to apply makeup just to impress you, the fashion icon you are.

His tongue stung, remembering when he called you frumpy.

He got down through the elevators and walked towards the park. His steps heavy and straightforward. He ignored the stares he got, some shocked, some flirty, but he didn't mind them.

Because once he looked up to cross the street, his eyes widened seeing you and...

"Steven..?"

Steven. He knows him so well.

He's an academic rival back then in highschool and college, and now a business rival too.

He also can't believe he's now a love rival also?

Iñigo always remained victorious between them, with Steven simmering in second place.

But Steven only laughs, rolls his eyes and moves on.

He hated that part of him.

But now, it seems that Steven is leading in one aspect.

And it's you.

Steven looked around, sightseeing before landing on Iñigo.

Both froze, unsure of what to do.

But this time, Steven smirked and pulled you close, kissing your temple lovingly then scooping Elise and Elliot into his arms, laughing as they giggled in Glee.

People awed at the sight, seeing this "father" play with his children and being openly affectionate with his "wife."

The perfect family.

Iñigo feels like he's looking into the spotlight, looking into a pedestal that looked too far from his reach.

He wanted to break the hands that affectionately caressed your hips, to tear the lips that kissed your temple, to break the ankles that dared walk up to you.

He felt something crack inside him.

Sure, he won't use violence.

On you.

But, the prospect of Steven dying in his arms, torturing him for hours sounds delightful.

He finally snapped.

He's not afraid of blood, nor guts nor any of that gorey stuff.

He got his yandere side from his biological father after all, not Allastor. It was never Allastor, after all, he's a really sweet man.

He could never spawn a devil in hiding.

And, as Iñigo walk away to buy the necessary items to torture Steven, he smirked.

"Business be damned. I'm taking what's mine."

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ackerifle · 10 months ago

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Thoughts on the type of reader that Yandere Levi would fall for?? Headcanon’s if possible!

yours sincerely!

yan. levi ackerman x fem. reader

+ CW. — headcanon’s: reverse power dynamics/power imbalance deadlock, abuse of power & authority, mass enablers; awfully casual in comparison to previous works; not proof-read.

if i were to be so blatantly honest, i’d always thought levi would truly only be prone to falling in love with the first person who taught him how to read.

an absolute requisite quality, and there are far too many (unnecessary) layers to this particular headcanon that i simply must go into because i’ve overthought this concept an unfathomable amount of times. for one, it locks into every trope i enjoy, so forgive me because this will be extremely self-indulgent; someone who is literate would have likely had a good upbringing, perhaps hailing from wall sheena or even the royal capital, or someone in a position of power. it’s plausible to think that those living in wall maria, the underground, and even certain regions in wall rose are illiterate due to the fact that reading and writing is, in itself, a display of wealth and power during this time. and naturally, those who would have understood any cohesive form of text would have (presumably) been raised or lived in the more affluent areas within the walls.

however, all of the ranked officials of the survey corps are required to know how to read, for rather obvious reasons. the commander, section commander, captains and vice captains, even the squad leaders; it’s near indisputable that they all must know. and considering that levi is promoted to a captain position later in his life, it is needless to say he does eventually acquire the skill that is: learning the written language. i find it highly improbable that he was ever taught to understand it prior to becoming a legal citizen of the three walls, both due to lack of need (as there were more important matters that took priority), and because who would have taught him? surrounded by a populace that is already struggling and competing for basic necessities, traditional educational values such as reading and writing would never come of use when the main objective has always been to live.

aside from his upbringing and origins, i think levi’s lack of literary knowledge would be an insecurity of his, at least initially. levi is praised time and time again for being strong, but writing can be such a sophisticated skill— a stark contrast to what he has known, and it does something to his pride. so for someone to take the time and effort, especially if it were someone of importance to the corps. one who is already quite busy and most certainly has better things to do than lend a hand to a complete stranger who has been nothing but insolent and unpleasant, one who gets absolutely nothing in return but still takes the time to teach him, to be understanding, to be unprejudiced and to not mock him for something he couldn’t help, something he cannot be faulted for not knowing; then i think levi would fall hard for them. the act alone demonstrates patience and a genuine kindness, with a touch of respect, and levi hasn’t gotten much of any of that in his life.

additionally, someone who is emotionally intelligent with good judgment. how come? because we always want what we cannot have. now, that isn’t to say levi isn’t emotionally intelligent, he is quite in touch with his own feelings and that of others, but it is the fact that he has difficulties— or rather, lack of means to express them that he has issues with. levi is greatly accustomed to being misinterpreted by others, his intentions and sentiments aren’t always clear because he grew up in an environment where they weren’t allowed to be; so to be met with acceptance, even if it may not be fully grasped, or perhaps indifference entirely, it would be something new, something different, but something levi would be okay with.

after the passing of furlan and isabel, the only two people who would ever come close to being family to him, there are only a handful of people levi maintains any sort of strong bond with (in fear of losing even more), and only very few will ever witness such rare moments of vulnerability from him. but if someone were to read him in such a way where he simply couldn’t deny his emotions and feelings, where he just couldn’t hide from them, then just maybe they could teach him how to love as well. and perhaps i (mis)characterize levi too much like a scared little boy in spite of the fact that he’s a whole grown ass man pushing forty, but really, that is how i perceive yandere levi. he has faced too many losses to count, and levi is not the type to fall victim to love’s clutches so easily, but when he does, he just won’t let go.

and as for good judgment? someone who is decisive, confident in their own insight, with enough forethought to have the best interest of others in mind, but is pragmatically self-aware. as much as i can appreciate and acknowledge the insane potential of levi having a darling who is on the innocent side, naïve and even possibly sheltered, i personally find it much more appealing to pair him with someone who has witnessed and withstood the horrors of the world first-hand; as that alone would strengthen the chemistry between you two, a shared experience that truly touches the heart. a darling who is not instilled with false hopes, nor blinded by a romanticized picture of life to the point of delusion, but one that can balance their rationality and compassion. you’re mentally sound, until you’re not. because while i’d imagine his darling to be, bluntly, a very sane person, one who is begrudgingly tolerant to his antics and peculiar mannerisms, that also doesn’t have the heart to push him away; i simultaneously believe that levi would engage in borderline childish banter with you. he wants to be the reason you feel things because you cause him to feel things.

levi may be regarded as a man of brute force, but that isn’t to say he won’t delve into the intricacies of the human mind. taking into account where he was brought up and the survival skills necessary to navigate life, manipulation may not be his preferred method but if it is the one that works, then so be it. and it’s more so cunning if anything, he works you well because he knows you well. and this has been a long time coming, but let me just outright state my fondness for: the utilization of reversed power dynamics specifically with levi’s darling. someone who should logistically have more power than levi. whether that be in the military, socially, politically, or even financially; but simply cannot win because levi is irreplaceable and literally that in demand for humanity’s success. it makes it all the more hurtful when the enablers to his behavior are your equally respected peers who have no intention of helping you. ultimately choosing to feign ignorance because a single person’s suffering is worth keeping levi.

would he be able to bother and pester you had you been of lower ranking to begin with? most definitely, but as nice as it is to have someone — like a cadet, per se — follow his every whim because they have to, because that’s how the hierarchy intends, it is so much more rewarding and gratifying to bring someone above you to their knees— literally and figuratively. conquering you— no, having you, is the greatest gift there is. and just like everything in levi’s life, it is an achievement well earned, something he has worked hard for, rather than handed to him on a silver platter. of course, you are an individual, he does not strictly see you as a possession to be won or prize to be had, but you are also his. so in a way, you are, recompense for the hardships and miseries (amongst other atrocities) that levi has had to endure for god knows how long. and as humble as he is, levi’s a little entitled to some sort of compensation, no?

#ackerifle #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere attack on titan #yandere aot #yandere aot x reader #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x reader

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yanderes-galore · 10 months ago

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Hello, it's 🍀 anon, can I get a base concept of Cassidy, just him

Sure! Here you go!

Yandere! Cole Cassidy Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Violence, Murder mentioned but doesn't happen, Kidnapping, Somewhat lucid yandere, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Cole Cassidy is a drifter, a vigilante who left Overwatch after the infighting between Overwatch and Blackwatch.

He lays low but stops problems when he can.

You two no doubt met by chance.

Maybe you met at a bar... maybe he saved you from a Talon/Null Sector attack.

He comes off as very charming.

He's easy to talk to and be around, perhaps even a bit of a flirt.

He is a vigilante doing work to atone for the crimes he's done, both in the Deadlock gang and Blackwatch.

You have no clue of his past, which allows you to trust him more.

I feel Cassidy tries to do the right thing for the most part.

Especially when dealing with you.

Cassidy is charming no matter his intentions but he is more flirtatious in the romantic sense, obviously.

He feels he and his obsession have good chemistry when you start talking, he doesn't want to mess that up.

That doesn't stop his stranger behavior though.

Since this is a general concept there isn't much plot, I'll just talk about his behavior.

Cassidy would stalk you from afar.

He sees it more as "watching over you" like a heroic vigilante, but it's obvious what he's doing.

You don't need protecting in your own home... do you?

He really doesn't need to watch you through your window...

Yet he still does.

Anything can happen, right?

That's what he tells himself-

Cassidy probably tries to rationalize his obsession and creepy behavior.

Part of him most likely knows it's bad but he really does try to ignore that.

Cassidy would no doubt give you gifts.

They can be small or elaborate, he likes showing he cares.

Cassidy is someone who'd be jealous.

He borders on possessive but ends up masking it as him being concerned for your safety.

Cassidy is capable of killing and using violence when it comes to isolating his obsession.

In fact he's even capable of kidnapping.

He just... prefers not to.

He wants to keep your bond as genuine as possible.

Those ideas pop into his mind at times... but he does his best to ignore them.

Somebody like you doesn't deserve him being all creepy.

Cassidy is more someone who slowly manipulates you to himself.

Yet if pushed... he may snap and take you away.

He'd tie you up with a rope and take you home if he had to.

Hopefully... such a thing won't happen.

He wants to atone for his past but his fascination with you certainly makes it difficult.

He tries his best to get over it, to fix himself.

Yet he finds himself drawn back to you.

Cassidy would be both the verbal and physically affectionate type.

He compliments and praises you.

If you allow physical affection then he takes hugs, an arm around your shoulder...

Or if you're more intimate, an arm around the waist and perhaps even a kiss or two.

He prioritizes making you feel wanted in his obsession.

He may try to smother his feelings... yet they always bubble up when he sees you.

Soon, after holding himself back, he may not last much longer.

Soon he may just decide to take what he wants...

Even if it includes force.

#yandere overwatch #yandere cole cassidy

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yanderecrazysie · 1 year ago

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Yo! I was wondering if I could perhaps request a Yandere Nagito x Reader who happens to be Junko's little sister or smth.

This. This is the ultimate pairing

I got writer’s block in the middle so this turned out kinda weird, sorry.

Title: Almost

Pairings: Nagito Komaeda x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, spoilers, self-mutilation, self-deprecation

Summary: Nagito finds love in a very unexpected place.

“I wouldn't know where to start

Sweet music playing in the dark

Be still, my foolish heart

Don't ruin this on me”

-from “Almost” by Hozier

Nagito’s heard of you, of course. Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba’s little sister. Even the Future Foundation doesn’t know if you’re a third Ultimate Despair or a victim of your sister’s cruelty as well.

He just didn’t expect to see you here.

He had planned, ever since watching Junko’s death on TV, that he would take a part of the Ultimate Despair and attach it to him. By taking a part of Junko, he would absorb a part of her power, he hoped. He would become one with despair so he could overcome it with hope over and over again.

To be honest, even he wasn’t sure entirely why he wanted to do such a thing. Maybe he was just as obsessed with her as his former classmates. He hoped not. After all, Junko was against everything he stood for.

Nagito pushed those thoughts aside and focused on his goal. He’d have all the time in the world to consider why he so badly wanted to become one with the person he hated most later. For now, he had to go see what was even left of her body.

Hope’s Peak Academy stood proud and tall against the wrecked city- easily the tallest building that remained. The round once-deadlocked entrance was just a hole in the front of the school now, open for Nagito to walk inside.

He obliged the silent invitation, soon finding himself walking the halls of his old school. Maybe it would be nostalgic, if he could feel that sort of thing anymore. Instead, it’s a dull ache in his chest that he easily ignores.

He traversed through the school, looking for the scene he saw on his TV- the execution room where Junko had met her end. He doubted anyone had tried to move her body after the show had ended.

Sure enough, he soon spotted the machine that had crushed the mastermind. To his surprise, it was reset in the “up” position instead of down, smashing Junko’s body, like it had been left. He hurried over, worried that someone else had gotten to her before him, only to stop and stare at the girl crouching at Junko’s side.

It was you, (Y/n) Enoshima. Sister of the twin Despairs. The last living Enoshima child.

Nagito watched as you scurried away from Junko’s body, giving him a worried look. He couldn’t blame you. After all, you seemed much too sweet and pure to be an Ultimate Despair. He could tell that from just looking at you.

He sat down next to the body and pulled out a knife. It was time to get to work, to combine the Ultimate Despair with himself, a servant of hope.

Nagito began to saw through his arm, biting his lip as the pain washed over him. He tried to hold back the screams of agony, but they still escaped his mouth. Finally, the severed hand fell to the ground with a sick thud.

He grimaced as he looked down at the stump. It was sick of him to do this, but he needed to. To his surprise, a white cloth was wrapped around it immediately. He looked up and found you dutifully wrapping it around his wrist.

It must have been disgusting, as his blood soaked through the thin white handkerchief, but you still did your best with it. Nagito stared at you, heart pumping in his chest.

Oh, you were so full of hope, weren’t you? How precious, how beautiful you were! To lower yourself to care for trash like him was simply incredible!

Nagito forgot about Junko’s arm and, maybe even for a moment, he forgot about despair.

He grasped your arm with his remaining hand and grinned from ear to ear, hyperventilating from the excitement he felt. “To think, an Ultimate Hope born from the same womb as the Ultimate Despairs!”

You looked at him, confused, but he frightened any potential words from your mouth. Nagito was crazed, creepily staring at you as though you were the answer to everything he had been searching for.

“I don’t need to combine myself with a Despair. No, no, I need to subject you, a being filled with such unimaginable hope, to my despair and watch you win, over and over again!”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere nagito #nagito komaeda #super danganronpa 2

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sapphire-rhythm · 4 months ago

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montyuh fic findings

[mostly organized] {part 2} (part 1) (part 3) (dashboard view links cause thats how you get the readmores to work) (keep in mind that these blogs just happen to be who i found the fics from first)

{there are 18+ stories here but if you're looking for their fics you already know}

{organized based on this post}

idw

[x] idw rodimus sfw [x] g1/idw jazz afab reader [x] idw cerebros, red alert, fort max sfw bot reader [x] idw impactor, springer, inferno sfw bot reader [x] rodimus, tarn, ultra magnus sfw unspecified reader [x] idw prowl, springer unspecified reader [x] idw skids sfw bot reader [x] idw drift, deadlock sfw yandere [x] idw hound sfw [x] idw starscream, prowl sfw bot reader [x] swerve sfw [x] idw rodimus sfw first contact yandere [x] part 2^ idw rodimus sfw first contact yandere [x] idw swerve, red alert sfw bot reader [x] idw rodimus sfw merformer [x] idw tailgate+cyclonus sfw mer reader merformers [x] g1/idw jazz sfw merformer [x] idw fort max, prowl, ambulon sfw merformers [x] ambulon, fort max merformer [x] idw first aid [x] idw prowl afab reader [x] idw drift sfw yandere [x] idw optimus bot reader [x] idw deadlock sfw yandere [x] part 2^ idw deadlock sfw yandere [x] idw deadlock yandere [x] idw kup bot reader [x] idw fort max sfw [x] idw megatron [x] rodimus yandere [x] idw sunder sfw [x] idw ratchet afab reader [x] idw sunder sfw [x] idw rodimus sfw [x] idw prowl afab reader [x] idw rung sfw first contact [x] part 2^ idw rung sfw first contact [x] idw1 starscream yandere [x] idw prowl [x] idw optimus, rodimus sfw bot reader [x] roller [x] idw rodimus sfw bot reader [x] idw minimus sfw [x] idw hound [x] scorponok [x] idw prowl sfw [x] prowl sfw [x] idw red alert sfw bot reader [x] idw whirl sfw [x] idw megatron sfw bot reader [x] prowl sfw [x] prowl sfw [x] idw fort max [x] idw1 springer [x] idw1 prowl [x] idw1 deadlock [x] idw prowl sfw [x] prowl sfw [x] rung, swerve sfw unspecified reader [2? missing]

#so did yall know 'there's a 4096 text character per block limit.' :)#did you know that links count for that no matter what size spot you have the link on

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lilpoeghostie · 6 months ago

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When you're a burnt out artist but still think about transformers and your ocs and storylines.

When you're studying robotics and you feel burned out and depressed... but you're also a HUGE transformers fan

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emotionallyattachednerd · 11 months ago

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IDEAS AND PROMPTS

Imposter | TP Wheeljack/Makeshift x f!robot reader

Hi can you write Tarn x female cybertronian reader (smut) thanks if you do

yandere

yandere (plural yanderes) (chiefly Japanese fiction) A character, usually a girl, who has an obsessive and possessive side in regards to their crush, ready to use violent and murderous means to maintain an exclusive bond.

Reader's sparkling is taken by their sire, Starscream, and with no other choice she goes back to the life she was trying to get away from.

⬇️ Writing Own Work Queue ⬇️

Play Nice | Cyberverse Dead End x f!robot reader

Storm's Heat Part 2 | IDW Drift/Deadlock x f!robot reader

Shattered Mirror | IDW x SG | NSFW 18+

Prompts

creativepromptsforwriting

Sixteen Sinful Sentences

"Oh, is that how you like it?"

"You are such a tease!"

"No touching right now. That comes later."

"Think you can handle that?"

"You're so very tempting..."

"How do you like that?"

"I don't think you've had enough already."

"Someone should punish you for that."

"You can be a bit rougher if you want."

"I want you to be louder, my love."

"Please, mark me."

"Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want to make you mine."

"Yes, please keep doing that."

"The night's definitely not over yet."

"I believe I could make you do it."

“Just close your eyes. I will still be here when you open them again.”

“Sure, you can use me as a pillow.”

“I’d come for you. No matter what, when you need me, I will be there.”

“Can you walk? I’d be happy to carry you.”

“This is not who you are. I know you better than that.”

“I know, it hurts. I’m so sorry, but we have to get this out.”

“You can hold my hand.”

“The nightmares are just an illusion. I’m really here.”

“Tell me to stay and I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.”

“It’s okay to be afraid sometimes.”

“Just keep breathing. In and out. You’re doing great.”

“You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

“It’s alright. I’m not going to let go.”

“Show me where it hurts.”

“If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.”

“You can go to sleep now. I will keep watch.”

“Hey, listen to me. You’re safe. Nothing is going to hurt you.”

“I want you to know that it’s okay to cry.”

“Take all the time you need.”

“If you feel safer with me being there, you know I will always be there.”

“Just look at me. Forget everything else.”

“They won’t take you away from me ever again.”

“You need to keep your eyes open. Just a little longer.”

“Don’t let your fears dictate your life.”

“I’m going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly.”

Pairings from lonetile

IDW!Kaon

IDW!Ultar Mgsuna aka Minimus Ambus

G1!Skywarp and G1!Thundercracker

IDW!Megatron

IDW!Swerve

TFP!Predaking

Something Reckless Part 2 ❙ ES Breakdown x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Earthspark Breakdown X f!human reader . Something Recless Part 2 Breakdown is struggling through PTSD and reader wants to help.

TFP - Shockwave x f!robot reader - Non-con

TFP - synth!Ratchet x reader

TFP - Megatron x f!robot reader - Dub-con

TFP - Knock Out x Breakdown x f!robot reader - Dub-con

TFP - Wheeljack X f!human reader Strip Tease - Inspiration

IDW - Decepticon Deadlock x f!human reader - Dub-con Reader is Deadlock's pet. She's safe with him and he's protective over her. She knows it wrong to feel this attached to him but she can't help herself. He likes to play with her, at first she tries to resist it, but eventually lets him, because she can't resist his touches or the pleasure he gives her. Also it keeps him happy, and it's always better when he's happy.

IDW - Tarn x f!robot reader - Non-con Reader offers herself to save a good friend of hers who was on their list. Tarn accepts. Instead of punishment though, she's kept as his personal pleasure bot.

IDW - Misfire x f!robot x Fulcrum

IDW - Kup x f!robot

IDW - Skywarp x f!human reader - Non-con Baced on the 2023 comic of Skywarp chasing a human.

G1 - Seekers x f!robot reader prisoner - Non-con

G1 Soundwave X f!robot reader

G1 Starscream X f!human reader - Non-con

EARTHSPARK

Sorry Brother ❙ NSFW ❙ Breakdown x F/reader x Past Bumblebee

Bumblebee and reader use to date, but he left her to keep her safe from Ghost, but she didn’t know this and is hurt. Breakdown looks out for her, being her best friend that turns into something more. After the mandroid events Bumblebee explains and apoligizes to reader, which she accepts and wants to be friends, but Bumeblebee still loves her. One day he goes to see her, only to walk in on her and Breakdown interfacing. Only Breakdown saw and Bumblee left in a hurry. Afterwards Breakdown finds him and explains. They argue, but they’re still brothers, right? Bumblebee is hurt, but he doesn’t blame Breakdown, he blames himself for screwing up. He tells him to take care of reader, no matter what, and if he veer hurt her he’ll come after him, in which Breakdown responces with sorry brother, we good? Yeah, we’re good.

Reunion ❙ NSFW ❙ Swindle x f!robot reader x Hardtop

Word count:

Warnings: Threesome, smut, valueplug and oral. NSFW 18+

Notes: This came through an anon ask, however silly me deleted that ask. This was something completely different but I rathered enjoyed it. So anon, hope you like and thanks for sending in your ask.

When the humans managed to track you down and capture you, you never thought such small organics could overpower you, yet they did. Being in hiding on a planet you were stuck on wasn’t really much

“Now, sweet spark, how about you come snuggle with us now?” Swindle sugested, patting the free space between him and Hardtop.

You’ve missed your favourite mechs so much. Crawling over, you settle yourself between them, allowing their servos to still roam across your sensitive frame while you let out a delightful purr.

“I’m a pretty lucky femme.” You say through a gentle voice.

“And we’re two pretty lucky mechs.” Hardtop added.

Indeed, very lucky.

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Requests These are free, however are not a priority, and only written for fun and in my own time. Each request can be 1K+ words, depending on my motivation.

Coffee tips are welcome ☕

Commissions If you wish for something with your own OC, perhaps this is an option to consider. At a price I'll provide you with a well written story. However, I'll be selective, as I won't force myself to write something I don't feel comfortable with, and I have the right ot decline if I choose. We can discuss more through dm's, and I'll keep a connected communication with you. I do have a life so the time it'll take me to work on paid projects.

5k+ Words = $20 - 1+ Week/s 10k+ Words = $40 - 2+ Week/s 20K+ Words = $60 - 1+ Month/s

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