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nevadancitizen · 11 months ago

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-> FASCINATION WITH THE ORDINARY

synopsis: your world is vastly different from the nevada native to madness combat. after the main three + 2bdamned get transported to your world, they each find things that fascinate them.

word count: 2.5k

characters: hank, deimos, sanford, 2bdamned, player! reader

trigger warnings: ehh slight yandere/obsession but could also be read as super heavy pining if you're not into that lol

notes: madness combat fandom arise. madness combat fandom come back to me (also set in @/saltymongoose 's self-aware au)

For the sake of consistency, let’s imagine that the Player lives in a big, lonely, woodsy and plain-sy plot of land. There’s little to no outside human interaction, and lots of animals wandering through the area with a river running through it. For the wildlife, I’m basing it on the American South because I’ve lived here my entire life and know how they act.

SUNSETS & SUNRISES

2BDamned would be the most entranced, since he has the most memories from before the fall and before Hank killed the sun. He’s an early riser by nature (since his body has conditioned him so he’s mostly overworked and under-rested, as unhealthy as it is), so he leans more towards the beauty of a sunrise, towards the light that starts to paint the dark sky with hazy orange shades and rosy hues. He likes breathing in the crisp air and the way it almost sends a shock through his lungs.

But the sun stirs a lingering feeling of nostalgia, though, for the way things were before everything fell to madness. Doc tries his best not to let the thoughts get the better of him as you slip through the front door and out onto the front porch, carrying two steaming cups of coffee.

God, he could imagine staying like this forever: just you, him, a beautiful sunrise, and coffee. Surely the way you pay attention to him, the way you get up extra early to watch the sunrise, the way you doctor his coffee just right – they’re all examples of how you care for him, just as he cares for you. But for now, he’ll just bide his time, blowing the steam off the surface of his coffee and purring, soft and raspy, both at the taste and because of your company.

But that doesn’t stop the others from appreciating the astounding view at dusk, because Sanford and Deimos are more partial to sunsets after long days. They like lounging in the adirondack chairs set up around the fire pit, cracking open a few beers, and simply relaxing with you. (Don’t worry, Sanford will gather firewood and Deimos will set it alight if it’s a little too cold for your taste.)

They’re fresher clones, so they don’t remember the sun well, if at all. They both always go quiet when the sun starts to dip below the horizon. Sanford props his tea sunglasses on top of his head and Deimos sets his cigarette in the ashtray as they both stare at the way the light turns the clouds purple and paints the sky with pink streaks. It stirs something sad in your heart – both of these men are pushing and just over the cusp of thirty, yet they don’t know the simple sweetness of a sunset.

But as soon as night overtakes the sky, they both turn their attention back to you. Deimos makes some suave comment about your beauty being nothing in the face of a sunset in that rumbling, smooth voice of his, and Sanford gives him a pointed glare. Sanford points out that your beauty and the beauty of nature are two whole different things, but keeps showering you with not-so-inadvertent compliments, leaving you flustered and blushing from both grunt’s words.

Hank is somewhat of an anomaly with this one. All of the grunt’s biological clocks are absolutely porked from their time without a sun, but Hank’s affected the worst by far. (That, and he doesn’t really care for the sun. He literally slaughtered it.) Therefore, he’s more privy to waking up in the middle of the night and dragging you onto the roof to look at the stars.

He likes laying on his back with you on his chest, pointing out the brightest stars and asking you questions about them. (He doesn’t really care, he just likes hearing your voice.) He loves your vivid descriptions of the constellations and how you describe them in intricate ways. To Hank, they’re just sparkly, unreachable dots in the sky, but it seems like, to you, they’re beautiful: like millions of silver nails driven into a dome of dark blue velvet.

He savors the moments like these the most, when you’re alone with him. There’s no sound except for the crickets and dog-day cicadas and spring peepers and your voice and Hank’s sputtering purring. Honestly, it’s as it should be – without those other pesky dipshits ruining your time together. (Well, he can tolerate Doc, but that annoying extraction team could go fuck themselves for all he cared.)

ENTERTAINMENT

Sanford hates being lazy. He hates feeling like he’s not doing anything useful, even if he’s being useful by resting. The only real way to make him sit down and stop moving is by trapping him on the couch, laying your head in his lap, and turning on the TV. (Even if, for the first thirty minutes, he’s too focused on you and your body heat and how fast his heart is beating to even consider looking at the TV.)

But the thing he loves watching the most isn’t any sort of movie with amazing cinematography or show with riveting writing – it’s infomercials. Specifically, infomercials from the 90’s to the late 2000’s. He likes seeing what things could’ve been like if there was no madness in Nevada, because things are oddly peaceful (at least, to him) in your world. Billy Mays and Cathy Mitchell make him wonder about domestic life with you (even if the Jupiter Jack and the Xpress Redi-Set-Go are completely obsolete by now), and how these little gadgets would make your life together supposedly go smoother.

He likes combing his claws carefully through your hair as you both watch these people play up how useful these obviously useless inventions are. He tries to avert his eyes and act interested in the TV as you look up at him and point out how the Red Devil Grill was recalled because it got so hot it collapsed and caused fires, but can’t. He just can’t keep his eyes off you when you look up at him so sweetly, and can you blame him? You just make his face so warm and his heart beat so fucking fast…

Deimos has always had a fascination with electronics, but it’s mostly been from a tactical and weaponized standpoint. But he’s discovered (well, really, you introduced him to) video games. He absolutely loves curling up into your side, purring and providing commentary as he watches you play. (Because, despite his trying, he hasn’t really gotten a hang of the controls yet.)

He loves more story-fueled games with characters he can really get attached to. He likes investing himself in things and people that don’t actually affect him, because seeing your favorite character go through dire straits or even die hurts for a little while, but it’s nothing compared to seeing someone get eviscerated right in front of you. And, yeah, he totally cried when Arthur Morgan died (and totally played it up so that you’d comfort him).

He also likes draping himself over you in the middle of a boss fight, wriggling and nuzzling into your cheek, causing you to giggle, lose focus, and, obviously, die. He strings together half-hearted apologies through his raspy purring, but he’s not really sorry. More deaths means more time spent with him, and internally, he’s completely and honestly unapologetic for his underhanded tactics.

Due to the nature of his administrative role, Doc spends a lot of time in front of screens. He likes to unplug and unwind by reading, no doubt with a straight-up hazardous amount of coffee by his side. He prefers reading with you with an arm wrapped around your shoulder, whether you’re also reading or working on something else. Though he’s inexperienced (and sometimes even shy) with these types of things, he’s more than happy to ease into affectionate touches and romance that kills his common sense with you.

His tastes are often cheap, but when he earns enough dough, he likes to splurge on second-hand college anatomy textbooks. No, he’s not planning on going to university, but he wants to know the inner workings of the human system (and, therefore, the inner workings of you). He also likes speculative biology and seeing what humans think about other intelligent species potentially being out there.

He would absolutely be elated (though he tries his best to hide it) if you took his interests seriously and discussed them with him. He tries to keep you in his makeshift office and away from the others so you can continue to spend this precious alone time with him, but that doesn’t stop the red-hot flare of jealousy as one of the others bursts in with a childish ask about something that should be obvious. (Of fucking course you wouldn’t want to go for a walk, Deimos, have you seen the weather out? Leave you and him alone!)

Obviously Hank would love gorefest and splatter film movies because of his all-encompassing and absolute love for carnage, and he’d love them even more if you got scared and hid yourself in his shoulder or chest. It’s clear that he’s your strongest and most capable vessel, so he clearly agrees with your choice to choose him as your protector (even if that choice is based on an instinctive need to hide).

He also loves WWE and MMA fighting. When given the choice, he opts for MMA because it’s real and bloody and he prefers seeing people push themselves to their absolute limit rather than some predetermined fight that serves a higher storyline. (But, then again, he really likes the clip of Undertaker breaking into Paul Bearer’s house during an interview and throwing a cabinet at him because, what the fuck? He’s never thought of that before! Using things from the environment when out of weapons instead of his fists could be an improvement. Maybe he can learn a thing or two from these fake fighters…)

And, yes, if you give him access to Twitter he will turn your entire timeline into those backyard fight videos and dashcam car crashes. He doesn’t mean to, it just happens.

ANIMALS

Being a natural night owl, Deimos loves keeping a lookout for what critters come out at night. When he’s on the front porch with you, smoking a cigarette and waving away mosquitoes, he makes sure to keep an eye out for weird and unusual wildlife. (While pressed against your side and purring loudly, no doubt.)

He likes watching the whip-poor-wills swoop down and catch the moths that swarm around the overhead porch lights. Yes, he will try to catch one, but backs off when you tell him to. Instead, he opts for digging in the dirt to find beetles and grubs to toss up in the air for the small birds to catch. He will kinda feel bad if the beetles hit the ground but will continue to throw them to the birds when you tell him insects are basically immune to fall damage, so… no harm, no foul.

He’s also absolutely enamored by raccoons. He likes throwing food to them from the safety of the porch and watching them eat with their little grabby hands. He’s very reckless so, despite your warnings, he’ll try to squirrel one away inside the house. (He does this multiple times and, without fail, gets bitten each time. 2B has given him multiple rabies shots after shooing the raccoons out with a broom.)

Speaking of Doc, he enjoys going out in nature and finding decaying things just to see how many buzzards arrive. He excuses it with something about wanting to see if decomposition works the same across both your world and his, but he secretly finds some relation with the birds – something about being deliverers and arbiters and negators of death. (Though the last one really only applies to him.)

He also likes the rare sightings of wild horses. He’ll go out of his way to (carefully, shyly) rouse you from whatever you’re doing to go take a look at the majestic beasts, and he’ll be even more excited if there’s a foal wandering between the stocky legs of the adults.

He just barely brushes his fingers against yours as you both stand on the edge of the treeline and watch them graze. Seeing the foal break from the herd, kick out and tumble and fall over and immediately get back up sparks… something in his heart. A vision. Just you, just him, linked pinkies, and a future together, with this warm feeling in his chest.

Hank really likes the more dangerous creatures. He gets along well with cottonmouth and other venomous snakes (and “gets along well” really means that they’re mean as can be and strike as often as possible while he just holds them and smiles at you).

If you don’t keep a close enough eye on him, he’ll wander off and try to provoke larger animals, like bobcats. To him, they’re just tiny little pussycats, even if they pose a real threat and could kill him. Please don’t let him go too far, because if he comes across a bear, he will try to wrestle it, and Doc doesn’t like having to do emergency surgery on the island countertop in your kitchen.

On multiple occasions, he’s come back to the house after being missing for hours, reeking of skunk spray. He just purrs happily as you tell him to strip and hold still as you spray him down with the hose.

Sanford is way calmer with his interactions with wildlife. He likes sitting on the dock with you and watching the fish swim by (because he’s impressed both by the fish and by the river – he’s never seen water in such great quantity!) Set him up with a hook, lure, and line and he’ll be entertained for hours. Though he struggles a bit with making streamers and fishing knots due to his big hands and claws, he’s more than patient when you teach him (mostly because he gets to spend time with you).

When he’s fishing, he likes to look around and observe – mostly because fishing is a waiting game. His favorite visitors are herds of whitetail deer, especially when summer is in full swing and the fawns are ready to start exploring. They remind him of his family, mainly because of the way the does don’t really care which fawn is theirs, just that each is getting enough milk. You point at them and discuss them with him in small whispers because you don’t want to spook them.

Again, it reminds him of his want for a domestic life with you. Just basking in the mottled sun that seeps through the trees, dipping your bare feet in the cool river water as a catfish tugs on the line – it’s all he wants, really. Now if he could just get the rest of the grunts to leave you alone… excluding Deimos, of course.

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cumtastiics · 1 year ago

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I'd totally like a full fic of Aurelius running around his little concussioned, semi-amnesiac patient!

YAN! DOC x G/N READER

tw(s); yandere & mentions of iv's a/n; this has no official title since i'm lazy sorry :p the post that inspired this here oops this became more angsty than i thought if you wanted more fluff erm sorry ab that!! lol!

would def make this fluff if u guys want

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, rubbing his temple.

Some nurse thought it was a great idea to let you out of your room, almost causing Aurelius to get a heart attack.

"Where's (Y/N)?" He asked the lady at the front desk, his patience leaving.

"They were taken out by that nurse of theirs. The cute guy everyone's been falling in love with," the women spoke, taking a bite out of her granola bar, paying no attention to the others around her.

Aurelius clenched his fists in frustration, his jaw tightening as he fought to contain his anger. "That 'cute guy' needs to learn some boundaries," he muttered, raising an eyebrow at the nonchalant woman. He hesitated for a moment, debating whether to give her a piece of his mind or find you as soon as possible.

Deciding to keep his emotions in check, he forced a strained smile. "Well, thank you for the information," he said, his voice dripping with false politeness. Turning on his heels, Aurelius stormed off in the direction the nurse had taken you.

He couldn't understand how someone could be so irresponsible, oblivious to the potential harm they could cause. All he wanted was to ensure your safety and well-being, and now he had an additional cause for concern.

As he wove through the bustling hospital corridors, his thoughts raced with worry. What if you had been injured or distressed while under the care of the oblivious nurse? The mere thought made his blood boil, making him want to throw up.

Just as he rounded a corner, he caught sight of you standing near a window, seemingly oblivious to the chaos they had caused. Relief washed over Aurelius, briefly suppressing his anger. "There you are," he sighed, his voice filled with a mix of concern and irritation.

"You look mad," you commented, your eyes looking through the window, not paying any attention just like the women from earlier.

"Who brought you out?"

"Some guy. Dunno his name,"

"You're left alone, and not even in a fucking wheelchair for that matter," he spoke, his voice sounding more annoyed as each second passed.

"Sorry..?" You offered, not really wanting to deal with him.

You were finally able to get some fresh air, and you were not going to let him ruin your chance.

'Let's go," he grabbed your arm, making you almost fall over. Aurelius's grip on your arm tightened, his anger boiling over as he yanked you towards him.

"You don't get to just wander off without a care in the world," he growled through clenched teeth. "I'm here to protect you, and if you can't see that, then maybe I shouldn't even bother." His words stung, although you understood his concern.

"I didn't mean to cause you worry," you said, trying to steady your voice. "I just needed a moment to breathe. But I'm fine now."

"Fine? You call this fine?" he scoffed, his grip still firm on your arm. "You could have gotten hurt, kidnapped, who the hell knows what could have happened? And you think it's just fine?"

"I'm not gonna fucking die without you!" You yelled, trying to get out of his grip.

"Yes, yes you will!" Aurelius's voice grew cold, his eyes flashing with a toxic mix of anger and superiority. "You're nothing without me. You're weak, helpless, and if I'm not there to protect you, you'll end up getting yourself killed."

His words tore through you like a knife, the toxicity of his possessiveness becoming unbearable. Anger swelled within you, fueling your determination to stand up for yourself.

"I'm not weak, Aurelius. I can take care of myself. I'm not some fragile little thing that needs to be sheltered from the world," you shot back, your voice laced with a newfound strength. His grip on your arm tightened even more, his face contorting with rage.

"You think you're so tough? You think you can survive out there on your own? You're delusional. You need me, whether you like to admit it or not."

"No, I don't," you replied defiantly, staring him straight in the eyes. "I need someone who respects me, who trusts me, and treats me like an equal. Not someone who thinks they have the right to control my every move."

Aurelius's facade of superiority shattered for a split second, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. But it quickly turned back to anger, his toxic traits taking hold once more.

"You're just a fool if you think anyone else could ever care for you like I do," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "But go ahead, try to find someone else. You'll see how quickly they abandon you when things get tough."

You finally got back to your room, after what felt like ages. He glared at you, as you avoided eye contact.

You felt like you were constantly walking on eggshells, never knowing what would set him off next.

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s0xmsstuff · 11 months ago

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May I request Platonic yandere! Doc Ock from Spider-Man 2, 2004?

Y! (PLATONIC) DOC OCK X GN! READER

Cw: Manipulation, obsessive behavior, stalking, non-romantic attraction, underage reader, violence and blood.

You were a young aspiring to science and mechanics, desperately looking for a job that would help you fulfill your dreams of being a great scientist and being able to help everyone who will need it with your great brain.

That was the first thing the Doctor noticed about you.

You were such a passionate young, you reminded him of himself.

You just wanted to help others. You were so pure and so considerate of the world around you. He thought about you for several days after you proved to be the best student in the academy.

So I'm calling you for an interview, you would be helpful and nice if you were part of his project

In your interview, you showed yourself to be loyal and very cheerful. Doctor Octopus smiled with every nice comment about protecting the defenseless.

He talked to his wife about you, she was fascinated by your soft personality.

He didn't think twice and gave you the job, now you were his colleague and right hand in his project.

Everything went wonderfully, your pure soul always encouraged him to continue working. You were a walking beacon in his sea of thoughts

After a while, you went almost every weekend to his house to eat the delicious casserole his wife made.

It was like a family. you were very good

Almost too good to be true.

After his project had failed, destroying the room and almost killing all the spectators with his metallic tentacles

He almost put one of them through you, that almost killed him.

After all that massacre full of screams and people trying to run to the exit, Doctor Octopus underwent surgery to remove the tentacles that were injected into his spine.

But missing the chip that kept the tentacles out of his head, the surgery failed and the tentacles killed the doctors and nurses as if they were made of glass.

Taking into account that the doctor lost his wife in the massacre, his behavior would become obsessive towards you.

While he kept hidden in sparsely inhabited places, he thought about you and the tentacles whispered to him that he should keep you close otherwise someone could hurt you.

You could die and that would kill him.

You were the only thing he had left, the little wannabe to help the world

Kidnapping you wasn't difficult, he knew where you lived and always kept an eye on you before all this massacre.

The only difficult thing was hearing you scream and beg to go home, a silly thought. I knew you were afraid, he was at first

But he would take care of you, you were his little dreamy buddy.

He needed you as much as you needed him.

The tentacles ordered him to shut up but he just ignored your screams. He no longer cared about his dreams, he would dedicate his time to teaching you to be loyal and stop screaming like a baby.

You were old enough to understand that, right?

#x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere platonic #doc ock #doctor octopus #doctor octavius #spiderman #spiderman 2004 #platonic yandere #obsessive love #stalker #doctor octopus x reader

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ambermation · 1 month ago

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Yandere!Otto Octavius x Reader

So this is a request I got a while ago, and I finally finished it! :)

Request from @spiderfangirl22

jealous yandere Otto from no way home where only Max, Norman and Otto stay while Sandman, Dr Connors and the three Peters go back home and aunt may never died.

And have it so reader is Peters 24 year old sister.

Who has powers very similar to Wanda. And Otto fell deeply in love with her...since she was the only one nice to him at Dr stranges prison and when Peter was trying to cure them to the point of obsession. Even with his inhibitor chip fixed otto wants reader as his ...only his.

And worst part reader has a boyfriend and when Otto finds out and then meets him and tries to restrain himself from using his actuator arms to strangle him to death everytime he comes over and hugs reader and cuddles with her.

Unaware that reader was actually thinking about ending things with her boyfriend of three years as she fell in love with Otto as well not to an obsession like he did though.

But then Otto overhears a conversation between Peter and Aunt May and Readers Boyfriend. He finds out he plans to propose to her.

And Otto knowing only he is good for reader. Follows readers boyfriend and threatens him to break things off with reader or he will kill him.

And readers boyfriend just does that and reader is kinda hurt but happy since she loves Otto.

As the two had made an umbreakble bond and Otto was always there for her. As she was for him.

And otto is happy that reader will finally be only his until someone hits on reader when they go out and Otto can't control himself and kisses reader and tells her his feelings and that she is his and that he will show her who she belongs to and he does (if you don't write smut it's okay but if you do can you have this with smut please ) And Otto has a breeding kink (Wanting desperately to get reader pregnant with his child) And reader is okay with it and have it end in fluff please

Word Count: 5692

Out of all the things my brother’s done, I think the dumbest thing he had done was try to memory wipe the entire planet about his alter-ego. I don’t think Peter being Spider-man is dumb, in fact, I’m glad he’s helping people with the abilities that he has; Trying to memory-wipe the world because he and his friends didn’t get into the colleges they wanted when he could’ve convinced them to reconsider is dumb. Which allowed villains from other universes to come into ours.

I mean, I’ve certainly done stupid things myself, but I’d like to think I wouldn’t be that dumb.

Actually, yeah, I would definitely do something as stupid as a failed global memory-wipe. How else would I have gotten telekinesis and mind manipulation? And it’s not like schools teach you about applying for colleges outside of figuring out which schools are best for you.

I shake my head before smiling. I walk up to my apartment.

If it weren’t for Peter’s rambling, however, then I wouldn’t have met Otto. The large man who at first seemed to be like a pessimistic, angry, and sarcastic guy is actually the sweetest, kindest, and friendliest person I have ever known. I’m certainly glad we were able to help him. That fixed inhibitor chip should prevent his metal tentacles from controlling his mind ever again. Without the influence of them, Otto was able to show his true personality to me, and frankly, he’s the best man I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. He always helps around the apartment, whether it be cleaning or cooking, and he always makes sure that I’m okay. I think he might be the most considerable roommate out of all the multiversal visitors.

I mean, Norman and Max are also incredibly sweet. It’s like trying to say which flavor of cupcake is better, in a sense. They also help around the apartment and make sure I’m doing fine, but Otto does more than just clean and check with me. He goes above and beyond to make sure I’m happy, he thoroughly cleans everywhere, and he continuously strives to do better each time.

Additionally, his presence is soothing. His whole demeanor, to me at least, says “Hey, you can trust me. I'm here for you anyway you need me to be.”

Which is a stark contrast to when we first met. Like I said before, Otto was quite grumpy when we first met. It’s kind of funny, actually, when I think about how exactly we met.

I was enjoying a late morning breakfast at my favorite cafe (also my aunt’s favorite) when my phone started ringing. I took the day off so I could try to relax after everything that’s been going on. Especially with Mysterio. The day was going alright for the most part.

The moment I looked at the caller ID, however, a pool of dread formed in my stomach.

It’s my little brother. Instantly I was hit with both happiness and concern. Things have been hectic lately for him. In just a day Peter’s life was ruined by his secret identity being revealed. I hoped nothing else had gone wrong. I may be a superhero too, but at least I was an adult. A twenty-four year-old woman, to be exact. Peter was just seventeen. A teenage boy.

Pushing aside my worry, I answer in what I hoped to be a glad tone.

“Hey Pete, what’s up? Got more paint on your suit?”

“Hi, uh Y/N? I think I messed up again badly, and I was kinda hoping you could help out? I would do this alone, but, I… I kinda need to be in all these different places and I have some bad guys that need to be watched, so I was wondering if you could do that? Pretty please, Y/N?” My brother pleaded.

I held my phone to my chest and inhaled through my nose. Please, for the love of God, make this not as bad as I felt like it could be. I raise the phone back up and smile even though he couldn’t see.

“Of course, Peter! Where are you?”

I heard a sigh of relief. “Thanks Y/N. We’re at the Sanctum Sanctorum.”

“Wait, what do you mean “we?” I furrow my eyebrows.

“Oh right, I forgot to say this, but Ned and MJ are here helping me too. I just thought that having you here would be a smart move, cuz, ya know, you have powers like I do and you could keep them safe if something happens. Not that I think anything bad could happen! I just want to make sure though. Plus the bad guys could always use a powerful witch to watch them,” he explained.

I huff in response to the last comment. “I’m not a witch. I don’t cast spells.”

“But you do magic! That’s basically what a witch does,” he would’ve continued if I hadn’t interrupted.

“Goodbye, Peter. See you soon.” I ended the call. I shove the rest of my breakfast sandwich in my mouth, grabbed my drink, and threw my trash away. With that, I rushed over as fast as I could.

Sometime later, after I had arrived at the Sanctum Sanctorum and introduced myself to the captured villains (a large, humanoid-lizard by the name of Dr. Curt Connors, and a man with four large metal tentacles attached to his back by the name of Dr. Otto Octavius), I tried talking to Ned, MJ, as well as the captured men. Ned and MJ were focused on helping Peter, so I just tried making everyone feel better.

Curt didn’t seem too interested in talking, though he would give a few responses. Albeit most of them were rather curt, more reserved. Otto, on the other hand, seemed quite annoyed by my attempts at conversation, yet he continued to talk to me. A small part of me said to just stop if he was so irritated by what I was doing, but the rest of me decided that if he really didn’t want to keep talking then he would stop.

“So your arms are sentient too? They all have minds of their own?” I asked the tall man another question. I was sitting at another table in the “Wizard Dungeon”, as MJ calls it, one that was closer to the cells than the one the teenagers were at. Otto, while still grumpy, looked a bit prideful when I asked.

“Yes. I created them with the most sophisticated artificial intelligence I could,” he pauses, a confident smirk stretching across his countenance, “And, in addition to the AI, they’re designed to be impervious to heat and magnetism. They were going to assist me with my sustained fusion experiment.

“Everything was going perfectly, and then…” he trailed off, reflecting on what happened. I saw his eyes shift from remorse, to dejected, and finally, anger. “Spider-Man intervened! He ruined my fusion reactor and cost me my reputation!” The tentacle man snapped, his eyes ablaze.

I shifted, thinking of what to say after that.

“Well, they’re very impressive, Doctor,” I said in a soft voice. I smiled at him. Otto, who seemed to have gone into a daze, snapped back to reality. He blinked, before giving a small smile in return.

“Thank you, dear.” The nickname made me blush a little.

“Of course! I mean, the AI of the arms, based on what my brother said, is incredible. The arms actually remind me of some of Tony Stark’s inventions. Though I haven't been able to see much of them up close, I’ve mainly just read about most of them,” I added.

“Tony Stark?” Otto questioned.

I nodded. “Yeah, he was a genius inventor. My brother got to work with him as Spider-Man.” I smiled, thinking about how excited Peter was. I turned to Otto as I asked him another question.

“Do you not have a Tony Stark, or an Iron-Man, in your world?”

Otto laughed. “No, we don't have an ‘Iron-Man’ in my world. Nor do we have a Tony Stark.”

“Ah, that’s a shame. Hey, maybe once Dr. Strange sends you all back, maybe I could tag-along with you and become your world’s Iron-Man!” I joked. “Or Iron-Woman, I guess. Whichever the public thinks is best.”

I could see the amusement light up Otto’s face.

“Hey, c’mon, man! I’m gonna get my degree in physics and engineering. I could build my own suit, you know!” He laughed at my mock-serious tone.

“I’ll believe that when I see your PhD.”

“Challenge accepted, Doctor Octopus!”

The memory of that conversation makes me smile. I made Otto’s harsh demeanor soften slowly the more I talked to him. By the time we moved to Happy’s apartment Otto seemed to only say nice things to me. Of course, that was until his brand new inhibitor chip replaced the burnt out one. Once he was in control over the arms again Otto was kind to everyone.

However, looking back it seemed like Otto became extra nice with me. Always checking in on me, doing little things like remembering my favorite tea, doing big things like cleaning the apartment, and being there for me. He was incredible.

The elevator doors open and I walk down the hallway to my place. I would use my telekinesis to open the door while I carry the groceries, but there’s cameras in the hallway. And a neighbor could walk out at any moment. Too dangerous! It was a disaster when Peter’s secret identity as Spider-man was revealed. I can’t risk the same thing happening to me. So, I walk down to my door, unlock and open the door by hand, and close the door with my foot.

“Hey guys, I’m back!” I say, kicking off my old,large boots by the door. Before I take another step though, two large metal appendages take a bag each. “Thank you Larry, Moe,” I nod at each actuator. They whir happily before heading into the kitchen to drop the bags off. I turned to face Otto, whose face looked overjoyed to see me again. Even the actuators Harry and Flo were chirping happily.

I immediately step closer to the older man and wrap my arms around him, the scent of cigar smoke, wood, and jasmine enveloping me. It was a familiar smell that brought sweet memories to mind.

“Glad to have you back,” Otto murmurs. I feel his chest rumble as he speaks. Another reason I find Otto so comforting is the literal and metaphorical warmth that flows from him whenever I’m close.

“I’m glad to be back, Otto,” I chuckle slightly. I pull away and lead the two of us into the kitchen. Larry and Moe place the bags they grabbed on the counter before joining the other two actuators behind Otto. Said man immediately starts helping me put away the groceries.

As we do that Otto asks a few questions, making small talk, such as ‘where should this go?’ and ‘should this go here?’.

He’d also ask questions like how the trip was or if I had any work to do (being a superhero for S.H.I.E.L.D. involves a surprising amount of paperwork on top of the fighting). I answered both questions honestly (the first was answered with ‘boring’ and the second one was answered with a grateful ‘nope!’.)

“You wouldn’t have any plans for later then, do you, my dear?” He asked me with gentle eyes.

I give him a small smile.

“Actually, I do. My boyfriend is coming over for dinner,” I say, leaning back against the counter, “It’s been a while since we’ve done something like that together, so hopefully tonight can make up for that.”

For a fraction of a second, I think I see pure loathing in Otto’s eyes, but it happens so quickly I wonder if I actually saw it appear or not. The older man smiles, albeit a slightly strained smile, and rests a hand on my shoulder.

“Well, Y/N, I certainly hope things go well with your…boyfriend… dear. Before you go, would you like to join Norman, Max, and I in a game of cards?” I smile widely as I nod eagerly.

“Of course! I’d love to join!” Otto is delighted by my response, including the actuators. They whir happily as we walk back into the living room, where sure enough Max and Norman were playing with cards. They add me to the game, and then we all play.

*Timeskip, loves*

After a few rounds, I dropped out of the game. I need to get ready for dinner. Now, I wasn’t going to be too fancy, but I certainly wanted to put a certain amount of effort into my appearance for dinner tonight. It’s been a while since we’ve had a nice, simple night together. A pair of jeans with a super cute blouse with transparent, puffy sleeves with my brand new sneakers. My hair was styled just the way I like it. I added a necklace and a pair of earrings to the outfit.

When I was done with my outfit I went into the kitchen to make dinner. I wanted to make his favorite, spaghetti and meatballs with my homemade garlic bread. When I got back downstairs Max was nowhere to be seen, Norman was tinkering with a small device, and Otto was reading.

“Hey, where’d Max go?” I question as I walk to the kitchen door. Norman, who doesn’t look up from the device, answers.

“He went to help out May at the F.E.A.S.T. center. Don’t know how long he’ll be there for.”

“Oh, okay. I wonder why he didn’t go earlier,” Norman hums in response. Otto sets the book he was reading down.

“I think he just wanted to relax here for a while before going,” the octopus man says, standing up. He looks at me, and smiles.

“Let me help you with dinner, dear,” he walks over to me.

I raise my hand as a way for him to stop. “I really appreciate that, Otto, but I wanna do this on my own. Make it special for Elijah, ya know?” I smile at him. Otto looked bemused at my words. For a moment, his eyes shifted to something darker, but by the moment I realized that shift was gone, replaced by a happy gaze.

“Are you sure, Y/N? I don’t mind helping you at all. I actually quite like your presence.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I just want to make sure everything is just the way he likes it, and while I know you’re wonderful at following instructions, I just wanna do it myself,” I say before walking into the kitchen. I start gathering the ingredients when I hear the door open and close. I poke my head through the kitchen door. Norman was still tinkering, but Otto was gone.

“Norman?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Why did Otto leave?”

Norman pauses, then looks up. He looks around, as if realizing his friend was gone for the first time.

“Oh,” he says. “I think he said something about a walk? Sorry, I wasn’t paying too close attention to what he said.” The man mutters something to himself before looking back at me. “Did you need help?” I blinked.

“Oh, no. I just heard the door is all. Thanks Norman.”

I retreat into the kitchen, continuing the preparations for dinner. Maybe Otto just decided that a walk would give him something to do. I think I'd do something similar if my help was declined. Or maybe I’d fly around a little, find some crimes to stop, pretend I’m a bird. Whichever the moment called for.

Otto’s POV:

The actuators and I went from rooftop to rooftop, searching for Elijah’s own apartment. The anger I, and by extension, the actuators, felt was indescribable. That imbecile could never truly appreciate Y/N like I do. He only visits sometimes and he hardly does anything to help Y/N! Unlike me. I do everything I can for Y/N to make things better, to make her feel like she is something truly extraordinary.

Y/N…

She’s a gift. A gift that transforms even the most horrific monsters into someone amazing. Just like she’s amazing.

An idiot like Elijah can’t comprehend how amazing his girlfriend is. Why does he get to cuddle with Y/N all he wants when he comes to visit? Why should he even be gifted with her presence?

Sometimes, whenever the couple did cuddle, all I could do was restrain myself from strangling the man to death. I know that doing so would only hurt Y/N, as well as greatly impact how she viewed me. If she saw me as a monster…then life would not be worth living.

As I climbed on to another rooftop, I slowed down, wanting to clear my head a little before continuing. Perhaps I should convince Y/N to break up with him instead? While it won’t make me feel as good as killing him, knowing that the two aren’t together anymore would certainly be an improvement.

My anger spikes a little thinking of how Y/N would probably talk to him again if she was convinced to break up with him but at least it would be for the last time, right?

I huff. She shouldn’t even talk to him about breaking up with him. A text would do just fine.

But...Y/N is too kind to do that. She’d want to do it in person.

Maybe I should go back. Yeah, maybe I could find another way to help out Y/N.

“We should kill him, Father.”

“We need to kill him! It would be a great improvement!”

“Why didn’t you let us strangle him before?”

“It would’ve been easy too.”

The actuators all spoke.

“No. As tempting as it is, we can’t. Y/N cares for him. A tragedy, but one we must power through. We can just…” I trail off, thinking of what to do.

“Do what, father?”

“Why can’t we just kill him instead?”

“Do we have to be nice to him?”

“I say we just take Y/N.”

“Enough!” I say aloud. The arms stop talking, waiting for my answer. “We’ll just have to… talk… to the fellow,” I say, already leading us away. In order to talk to Elijah, we’ll need someone to help us contact him. Fortunately, that person can be Y/N’s Aunt May if I reach the FEAST Center quickly.

When I finally do arrive at FEAST, I go around to the back entrance so as not to draw unnecessary attention. Upon entering, I look around, searching for Aunt May. But I only found other workers.

“Uh sir? Sorry, but you can’t be back here,” one of the workers tells me. I explain how I’m looking for May Parker. They point me to the front.

As I’m about to open the door, I hear a voice that I immediately recognize.

“Do you really wanna do this? I mean, not that it’s a bad thing, I just, well, make sure that you’re serious about this, Elijah,” the undeniable voice of Peter asks. I pull back. I go back around to the counter window and sure enough, there’s Peter, Elijah, and even Aunt May sitting together at a table. A few of the volunteers question what I’m doing but I dismiss them with a simple glare from me and the actuators.

“Yes, I’m serious. Y/N is the most incredible girl I’ve met. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, if the past three years have been any indication of what’s to come. That is, if you’re okay with that, Ms. Parker,” Elijah says to Aunt May. The three of them were sitting together at one of the tables.

“Well, I think that as long as you love Y/N, care for her, and support Y/N, then I think it’s a wonderful thing.”

“Wow, so you’re like, really gonna do it then?” Peter asks.

“Yes, Peter, I’m going to propose. And thank you, Ms. Parker. I promise I’ll be there for her whenever she needs me.”

“Please, just call me May, or even Aunt May, Elijah.”

“Okay, Aunt May.”

From the angle I see them sitting at, I witness Elijah and Aunt May sharing a smile. Peter looks uncertain, but happy.

That’s all it took for me to leave the kitchen. But, rather than leaving completely, I climb on top of the building, and wait.

Some time later, could’ve been a few minutes, could’ve been an hour, I’m not sure, Elijah finally emerges. Peter does, as well, but he waves goodbye to Elijah before heading off in a different direction. Perfect.

I stalk over a few buildings, watching Elijah’s every move. Then, when the moment felt right, I slipped down into the upcoming alleyway just a few seconds before Elijah would pass it.

The poor fool continued to walk until my arms shot out and grabbed him. His screams were muffled by Flo. He struggled in our grasp until he saw who exactly was holding him. His eyes widened in fear. His attempts to escape increased until I spoke.

“If you don’t stop struggling I’ll make your death look like an accident,”

That did the trick. He stopped moving, allowing the arms to hold him captive. His eyes were still swimming with fear. “I’m now going to remove my arm from your mouth. If you scream, I will kill you. Do you understand?” I leaned in closer to Elijah, taking my sunglasses off of my face. He nods. “Good,” I say. Flo lowers from covering his mouth, wrapping herself around his throat instead.

“W-what… do you… want from me?” Elijah struggles to speak. Partly due to fear, partly due to the pressure around his neck.

We can just snap his neck right now, Father.

Please Father? May we just end him now?

I think we should spare him, like Father said we would

But killing him is much faster!

I try to corral the voices of the actuators. “No, children, listen to me. We’re just going to talk to him, that’s all. And if need be, then we’ll take drastic measures,” at my answer Larry, Harry, and Moe express disappointment, but agree anyway. Only Flo was fine with my answer.

“I need you to break up with Y/N. Now,” I threaten him.

Elijah’s brows furrow. “But..why?” The fear in his eyes mixes with a wave of uneasiness.

“Because I told you to,” I squeezed his throat. He wheezes. “And if you don’t, I will kill you with no remorse. Any objections, Elijah?”

I ease the pressure a bit, to which Elijah sputters out a no. At his compliance I drop him, to which he immediately gasps for air. I stand tall, my actuators making me appear even taller before Elijah. “You have until tomorrow to break things off. And don’t even think of telling her about this,” I ordered before scaling the alley walls, leaving behind a very frazzled, and heartbroken, man.

I smiled. There’d be nothing separating me and my Y/N anymore.

*Timeskip Babes*

Y/N POV

Dinner was finally done! I got Norman and Max to go with Peter somewhere, so Elijah and I could be alone. I couldn’t wait for him to get here already. As I’m putting the bread back in the oven to keep it warm, my phone starts ringing. When I see that it’s Elijah calling, my face breaks into an eager grin.

“Hey baby! Dinner’s all ready, all I need now is you,” I say, holding the phone against my ear. However, I didn’t get the happy response I was expecting. No compliments, or any gratitude, nothing. What I did get was intense sobbing. Furrowing my brows, I question my boyfriend.

“Y/N… I can’t do this anymore,” Elijah’s voice penetrates the suddenly tense atmosphere.

I myself start tearing up at how miserable he sounds. “Do what, Eli? Talk to me, okay?”

“I can’t… I… can’t be with you…anymore. I don’t WANT to be with you anymore, Y/N. I-I need to… move on. Goodbye,” his voice leaves with a click. This time, I don’t just tear up. I start crying at his cruel abruptness. They flow down my face fast and steady. Why? How could he do this?

Wiping my face, I tried calling him back. I need to know more. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t have broken up with me over the phone. No. He has more respect for me than that. Though calling him was hard when it felt like my heart was splitting in two.

After several rings I got sent to voicemail. My frustration building, I tried calling him a few more times, but on my last attempt it immediately went to voicemail for some reason. Almost like…no, he wouldn’t, would he? Elijah wouldn’t have blocked me!

But…

He also wouldn’t have broken up with me, not like this at least.

Right?

I drop my phone, letting it hit the floor. My legs almost buckle under myself. With my shaky legs I make my way to the couch before collapsing. Unable to hold back anymore, I sob whole-heartedly into the empty air. I wailed, clutching a pillow in my arms so tightly like it was a piece of land in the middle of the ocean.

Did I do something wrong?

I don’t know how long I sit there crying, but everything goes black. When I open my eyes again I feel someone gently picking me up.

“Shhh…my dear girl, it’ll be fine. You’ll see,” a masculine voice says. If I had been more awake I could’ve placed it, since it carried a familiar tone with it, but given how heavy my head felt, I could only numbly agree with whoever this was. They carefully placed me down on a bed. My bed. I thought they would leave, but I feel the bed shift and a weight right next to me. I lean into them, not caring at the moment who this was.

I just wanted to be loved right now.

*Sorry, another timeskip*

The sunlight filtering through the room caused me to flutter my eyes open. For a moment I’m confused as to why they feel so swollen, but the memories of last night come crashing down on me all at once. My throat tightens immediately, and my vision becomes blurry. I try to sit up, but I’m stopped by a force around my waist, anchoring my lower half to the bed. I looked, and my eyes widened at the sight.

It was Otto laying in bed next to me. And what I thought at first was just an arm or two around my waist was actually all four of his actuators wrapped around me. Specifically two around my waist and one on each leg. Otto’s actual arms were also wrapped around my waist. Now that I think about it, it’s not that much of a surprise it was Otto. We’ve been quite close ever since he came into my universe, and while I was happy with Elijah, I feel like maybe there was this connection, or this spark, between Otto and me. Was it so bad that he broke up with me now?

I was about to gently wake him up when he stirred. His big, wide brown eyes looked down at me with such a kindness that I wanted to cry all over again. Upon seeing my expression, he became worried.

“Oh no, darling, what’s the matter?” He asked, sitting up to hold me against him. I wrap my arms around him. I remember once again what happened last night and tear up once more. I figure there’s no point in lying, and tell Otto exactly what happened last night. When I finish explaining, Otto has this strangely serious look on him. But he blinked, and then it was gone.

Instead, he pulls me into another one of his tender hugs. He strokes my hair affectionately. “Oh Y/N, that’s terrible. He’s not worthy of you if he doesn’t even have the courage to do this in person, or offer any explanation,” he pulls back to look me in the eyes. “In fact, he’s doing you a favor by ending things like this. Boys like that will waste your time without any remorse, and you don’t deserve disrespect like that, or of any kind.”

At his sweet words I can’t help but kiss him on the cheek in gratitude. When I pulled back I certainly didn’t anticipate him looking so taken aback by it. For a moment I considered apologizing, but when he looked at me with such joy in his eyes I couldn’t bring myself to do so if it made him that happy.

“Thank you, Otto. For always being there for me,” I smile at him. He smiles back, looking like he won a million dollars.

**Final Timeskip I swear folk!**

A few weeks have passed since that morning. Otto and I have spent more time together, even more so. I couldn’t help but be drawn towards him. It was like his comforting aura from before had increased tenfold. I think the fact that I had come to terms with my breakup also contributed. After thinking it over, it was for the best that things ended between Elijah and me. We’ve had nice times together, but I don’t think the relationship could’ve lasted much longer, even after three years.

Some things just don’t last forever.

But that doesn’t mean that they aren't beautiful.

And sometimes heartbreak can open your eyes to something better right in front of you.

For me, Otto was like the sun. Warm, bright, and the center of my world. I couldn’t imagine my life without him, not after everything.

Currently, Otto and I were on a walk together through the city. No particular destination in mind, we just wanted to be together. We passed by a small café which made me realize I was hungry. “Can we stop by here, Otto? We could get something to eat,” I stop and point. He looks at where I’m pointing and agrees. He opens the door for me and I step inside.

It’s not a very remarkable café, but it’s still a nice place to be in. It’s just any local café one could imagine. We step in line to order. At some point, while we’re in line, some guy comes up to me. Of course at first I don’t notice until he’s tapping on my shoulder. I face him. He was a twenty-something year old blonde with bright blue eyes and fair skin. I smile sweetly at him.

“Yes?” I ask, tilting my head slightly. He smirked.

“Hey baby, can you help me with something?” I was confused, but nodded. At this point I noticed that Otto was paying very close attention to the guy.

The guy went on despite Otto’s intense gaze. “I lost my number. Could I have yours?” He looked so smug despite him not creating that pick up line. I cringed. Both internally and externally. When I looked over at Otto, though, he looked pissed. Like, “I’m-gonna-wreck-your-shit” level of pissed. That’s not good. I turn back to the guy.

“I’m sorry, I don’t really wanna give you my number.” The guy just looks annoyed by my answer.

“Why not?” He huffs.

Before I can answer, Otto steps closer to me and pulls me into a kiss with all the passion of a thousand suns. In this moment I feel our souls connect, merging into one. I can feel all of Otto’s love, affection, and care for me as his lips mold against my own. My arms snake around his neck. I feel his arms wrap around my waist, his hands resting on my hips. The cafe and all of its patrons, including that annoying guy, disappear. After what feels like an eternity, I reluctantly pull away. My heart is fluttering in my chest, and I can’t help but let out a breathless, but excited, laugh as I stare deeply into Otto’s chocolaty eyes. He smiles at me, his expression tenderly warm and utterly joyful. I catch a bit of a dark, fiery glint, but it’s overpowered by his warmth. I hear murmuring, and turn my head to the side only to blush as I remember we’re still in the middle of a cafe. I look down bashfully, eyes flickering up to the tall, dark-haired man. “I-I… just… wow,” I murmur, amazed by how incredible that kiss was. Just that one kiss was ten times better than any kiss I’d ever shared with Elijah over the course of our relationship. Otto chuckles, his voice a deep baritone. He absolutely beams down at me. “I must admit, I’ve been imagining what that would be like for quite a while now, my dear,” The man says with a hint of amusement, probably at my flustered response.

I giggle. “Really?” “Absolutely, Y/N. Darling, I love you, with all of my heart. Every single beat.” If possible, I blush harder at his words. It clicks now that I was always drawn to Otto because I was attracted to him, and had a crush on him, even if I was with another man for a while. But it just feels right to be with Otto. His hands pull me closer, pulling me flush against him. I blink, and look at him with slight surprise. “I want you to be mine. You’re mine, Y/N, and I will show you exactly who you belong to.” I see some of that lingering fire before returning. My heart skips a beat. Wordlessly, I close the gap between us and kiss him softly. I pull away with a wide grin. “I’m yours, Otto.”

Our new relationship is sealed with yet another kiss, one loving yet thrilling and a promise of an exciting future for the two of us. Possibly to be the three of us, if Otto’s hands squeezing my hips is any indication.

#otto octavius #doc ock #yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #spider man no way home #spider man nwh #no way home x reader #yandere doc ock #otto octavius x reader

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lovezbrownies · 2 months ago

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Excerpt from our next Valentine's special!

(to whoever that reads this please tell me if this is a good start for the fic before I'm contemplating writing a different beginning)

Today has been… strange. Very strange.

You sit stiffly, shoulders tensed despite the gentle pressure of your girlfriend’s hands massaging them. Julie never does this. She isn’t the type to indulge in romantic gestures—or at least, she never has before. And yet, here she is, pressing slow, deliberate circles into your back, her voice softer than usual, her lips curled into a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Her eyes stare, analyzing your every reaction.

It’s unsettling.

Not because you don’t appreciate affection, but because this isn’t her. The breakfast in bed, the strangely bitter tea she insisted you drink, the spotless house that looks too pristine to actually be lived in, I cleaned the house for you, so you wouldn't tire yourself out, my dear. And worst of all, the way she’s been shadowing you all day, hovering just a little too close.

Julie has always been a creature of logic, of routine. She doesn’t do spontaneous romance, nor does she dote. But today, she’s at your beck and call, watching you with a peculiar intensity, as if she’s waiting for something. And you can’t shake the feeling that whatever she’s waiting for… isn’t good.

All of it has been too much—far too much. You’ve been trying to brush it off, telling yourself she’s just in a rare affectionate mood, but the longer it goes on, the more suffocating it becomes. Julie isn’t like this. She doesn’t wake you up with breakfast in bed, doesn’t insist on following you around like a shadow, and she definitely doesn’t give unsolicited shoulder massages with a smile. It’s not that she’s cold, just… pragmatic. Efficient. Affection is something she doles out in calculated increments, a quiet presence rather than an overwhelming force.

You’ve known Julie for as long as you can remember, bound together since childhood, and now—years into a relationship that, at least on your end, began with some reluctance—you know her better than anyone. Julie isn’t one for grand gestures or spoken declarations; she expresses her love in the quiet, effortless ways that have become second nature to her.

She’s the one who wordlessly hands you something just out of reach before you even ask, who offers unsolicited advice that always turns out to be exactly what you needed to hear. She watches over you from a distance, ensuring no harm comes your way, even during the most mundane moments of your day.

But perhaps the most intimate of all is the way she helps you sleep. Even when rest eludes her, she remains by your side, her fingers tracing slow, soothing patterns along your skin, guiding you into the comfort of sleep. She doesn’t need rest—only the certainty that you are safe, drifting into dreams under her gentle touch.

And yet, here she is, hovering over you, fingers kneading into your shoulders with just a little too much pressure. Being far too coddling, too affectionate, too romantic. And you couldn't handle it any longer when her grip tightens—just for a second, just enough to make your breath hitch—something in you snaps.

You jolt forward, nearly stumbling off the couch in your rush to get away, spinning around to face her. She’s still standing behind the couch, watching you with the same neutral expression, head tilted slightly. The only indication of her confusion is the faint raise of her brow—the same look she gives malfunctioning equipment, like she’s trying to figure out why it’s acting up.

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to stay calm even as your pulse thrums against your ribs. You don’t want to start a fight, but you also can’t let this slide.

"Alright," you say, forcing a smile that you’re sure looks more like a grimace. "What the hell is going on? The weird doting, the breakfast in bed, the tea that tasted… off? You’ve been acting so different today, and it’s creeping me out."

For a second, she says nothing. Then, slowly, her lips curl into a grin. A Cheshire grin. It stretches too wide, lingers too long, and your stomach twists.

For a fleeting, absurd moment, you wonder if one of her half-frozen, half-dead clones finally clawed its way back to life, killed the real Julie, and took her place. There’s something off about the way she’s looking at you, something you don’t like.

Then, as if nothing is amiss, she straightens her posture, clasping her hands neatly behind her back. Her blouse is ironed crisp, her slacks without a single wrinkle—meticulous, perfect, composed, as always.

"Well," she says smoothly, voice light, "I’m monitoring your reactions to the… love potion I slipped into your tea this morning."

The world slows.

Huh.

What.

Love what.

You blink at her, brain stalling like a car in the dead of winter, trying and failing to process the words that just left her mouth. Julie. Your Julie, your girlfriend. Just said—

Oh. Oh.

The realization settles over you like a cold wave, sinking into your bones. Calling her your girlfriend suddenly feels very, very new. Something you haven’t said up until today. After the bitter tea.

"Are you clinically insane?!?"

#yandere x reader #editted this on tumblr #feared for my life during it #and now i have to copy what i changed into google docs :(

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yanyan-stuck · 3 months ago

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Yandere NSFW headcanons with doc scratch if you dont mind?

Yandere N/S/F/W Doc Scratch Headcanons

-He wouldn't initiate anything sexual for his own gain. He doesn't have much interest in taking you without your consent or general interest in sex.

-This is because he does have access to your thoughts and if he were to see that you had been thinking about it, he would likely act on your thoughts. Even if you begged for him not to verbally, that likely would not stop him from giving you what he can so clearly see that you want.

-He can tell the difference between a genuinely held thought and an intrusive one, so that wouldn't be a concern. He would also likely wait until you've had the thought a couple of times, just to be certain.

-It would be entirely focused on you and your pleasure while he's having sex with you. There's nothing you could do for him, so he wouldn't ever let you even try.

-With his omniscience though, he can see an alarming amount of your thoughts and fantasies, to the point where every encounter will likely end up with you feeling a little invaded by how personalized he makes it even though you had never told him anything sexual.

-He would be heavy on aftercare and make sure that you were fully physically comfortable after everything, even if you're mentally disturbed by what has happened.

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lovewithkarma · 8 months ago

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Lil platonic yandere flags hos??

I talked to the anon and they meant random hcs

If reader was a foreign student (in this there are) obviously they would have an accent they're across the world originally. I feel like the flags (except iceman) would all Light-heartedly make fun of readers accent. Nothing to srs at all BUT since reader isn't from Japan they wouldn't really know how Japanese people joke so I would like to think reader takes it srsly.

Albatross Light-heartedly makes an joke about readers accent:

Reader: when I leave this country I'm never gonna talk to you again.

random thought, I feel bad for readers parents because one day you js see your child hanging out with men that are YEARS older then them. Or like just in general because all of an sudden your kid comes back with new things (Lippmann and pianoman),their physical health got so better (doc), gets an new interest in cars (albatross), has an new interest in coffee, and no one dares to mess with them (all of the flags)

#bsd doc #bsd lippmann #bungo stray dogs #iceman bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #storm bringer #bsd #bungou stray dogs #yandere #platonic yandere #♡flags

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˙⊹French Invasion Tactics (Yandere Spy) ( ♡₊˚)

(Content Warnings: dubcon/coercion, Touch starved reader, yandere, hand kink, manipulation, possessive behavior, outdoor sex (graveyard sex), fingering, heresy/blasphemy, slightly rough, toxic relationship, AFAB reader, bad ending/angst)

˙⊹ Keep Your Friends Close (Heavy and Medic!Poly)

Content Warnings: AFAB reader, smut, three way, oral (female receiving), first time, size difference, slight intoxication, dubcon (nothing too intense, but for the sake of intoxication/slight coercion), heavymedic sandwich.

˙⊹ Look Ma No Hands! (Yandere Scout)

Content Warnings: afab reader, dubcon, forced intimacy, oral (female receiving, scout is kinda weird about feet for a moment i guess?, biting, kidnapping, yandere, toxic relationship

˙⊹ Fingertips (Dark Medic) ( ♡₊˚)

Content Warnings: Dark!Medic, HARD noncon, forced intimacy/orgasm, AFAB reader/ female gendered terms, misogyny kink, corruption, toxic relationship dynamic, possessive behavior, rough, virgin breaking, medical misogyny (and slight infantilization)

˙⊹ Safe and Sound (Yandere Spy)

Content Warnings: yandere, mind break, Stockholm Syndrome, servant/master dynamics, denial/edging, sexual massage, possessive behavior

˙⊹ John 1:9 (Yandere Medic) ( ♡₊˚)

Content Warnings: Heirophilia, priest kink, guilt tripping, BLASPHEMY, yandere, mind break, blood, needles (Or whatever the hell you want to call the vita saw), abuse of power, handjob

˙⊹ Nuthin’ Personal (Dark Heavy, Engie and Sniper) ( ♡₊˚)

Content warnings: noncon, three way, Dark!Characterization, humiliation, oral (male receiving), choking, knives, blood, punishment, double penetration, spit, groping, jarate used for SPITE, bad ending

˙⊹ S’nowhere to Go (Yandere Heavy)

Content Warnings: hurt/comfort, forced intimacy, dubcon, yandere, canon divergence, thigh ridding, unhealthy relationship, handjob

˙⊹ Cruelest (Classic Heavy) ( ♡₊˚)

Content Warnings: Dubcon, abuse of power, oral (male and female receiving), size kink, shaming, edging, BAD ENDING, rough

˙⊹ Big Slugger Pt. I (Yandere Scout)

Content warnings: yandere, gunplay (obvi), blowjob, bloodplay (?), humiliation, noncon, B*stonian Male

˙⊹ Big Slugger Pt.II (Yandere Scout)

Content Warnings: dubcon, alcohol, yandere, forced relationship gunplay, humiliation

˙⊹ Laid to Rest (Yandere Spy)

Content Warnings: hurt/comfort, yandere, forced intimacy, depression, unhealthy relationship dynamics, angst

˙⊹ Call me Little Fraulein (Yandere Medic)

Content Warnings: Praise kink, voice kink, sensory deprivation, abuse of power, oral (female receiving), misuse of medical equipment

˙⊹ A Rainbow Named Pain (Yandere Pyro)

Content warnings: Noncon, yandere, rough, blood

˙⊹ A Wrench to Grind (Dark Engineer) ( ♡₊˚)

Content Warnings: Noncon, mating press, misogyny (AFAB Reader), slapping, choking, rough, bad ending, Engie straight up uses reader's mouth as an ashtray...

˙⊹ Nocturnal Intrusion (Yandere Junkrat)

Content warnings: non-con, degradation, humiliation, rough play, break-in

Headcanons ✧˖ °

˙⊹ Scout, Sniper and Scout as vampires with a vampire hunter Reader ( ♡₊˚)

˙⊹ Demo, Engie, Heavy and Medic as vampires with a vampire hunter Reader ( ♡₊˚)

˙⊹ Heavy getting lead on by Reader with a size kink

˙⊹ Scout, Soldier, Demo and Engie getting bootycalled while away from home on business

˙⊹ Yandere Mercs ranked most to least likely to try and babytrap their obsession

˙⊹ Yandere Medic NSFW Alphabet

˙⊹ Fearplay with Yandere Scout

˙⊹ Villian!Tenya Iida Headcanons

˙⊹ Caretaker Medic Headcanons ( ♡₊˚)

˙⊹ Yandere Eddie Gluskin and William Afton pervert headcanons

˙⊹ Scout NSFW Alphabet

˙⊹ Emperor, Tower, Devil and Moon tarot card asks for Yandere Scout

˙⊹ Judgement and Death tarot card asks for Yandere Spy, Sniper and Engineer

˙⊹ Devil Tarot card ask for Yandere Medic

˙⊹ Fool, Hanged Man and Magician tarot card ask for Yandere Medic

˙⊹ Sun, Fool, Hierophant and Wheel of fortune tarot card ask for Demo

˙⊹ Hanged man, High priestess and the magician for yandere Administrator

˙⊹ Medic and Engie (separate) with an obsession who managed to run away ( ♡₊˚)

˙⊹ Medic, Sniper and Spy with a kidnapped obsession who develops Stockholm syndrome ( ♡₊˚)

˙⊹ Engie with a rival engineer reader ( ♡₊˚)

˙⊹ The Shape, The Artist, The Clown, The Mastermind and The Doctor with somnophilia

˙⊹ Heavy Yandere Alphabet

˙⊹ Yandere Sniper NSFW Alphabet

˙⊹ The Doctor, the Wraith and the Deathslinger with an altruistic survivor

˙⊹ The Mastermind, the Oni and Huntress with an altruistic survivor

˙⊹ Yandere Engineer NSFW Alphabet

˙⊹ Yandere Merc’s love languages

˙⊹ Yandere Spy NSFW Alphabet

˙⊹ Medic yandere alphabet

Drabbles ✧˖ °

˙⊹ Traveling Priest Engie drabble (credit to the OG concept of traveling priest engie to the most treasured and beloved @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered !!)

˙⊹ Emesis Blue Engie NSFW imagine (tw: implied noncon, breeding, revenge sex)

˙⊹ Cursed Yandere Administrator Drabbles (tw: drugging, noncon, modern day, red room)

˙⊹ The Monster Mash AU

˙⊹ Heavy, Demo, and Spy tucking you into bed

˙⊹ Sniper with a musically inclined s/o

˙⊹ Random noncon drabble

˙⊹ Random Yandere Spy Drabble

˙⊹ a few little tips for writing Spy

˙⊹ analyzing the “Corrupt Barging” trope

˙⊹ Drabble inspired by A Wrench to Grind

˙⊹ Horny rambling about yandere Medic and Engie

˙⊹ Sniper and Medic with cute aggression

Misc. Posts/Personal Favorite Non-writing Posts ✧˖ °

˙⊹ My Freudian personality test results

˙⊹ How I think I could defeat the Mercs in battle

˙⊹ Live posting watching Emesis Blue

˙⊹ Eras on Tumblr I could give hour long TedTalks about

˙⊹ Ranking the Mercs from Ugliest to Hottest

˙⊹ Some AWESOME Yandere Engie fanart made by the talented and wise @officiallyai

˙⊹ idk this post always makes me laugh for some reason

˙⊹ My top kinks

˙⊹ my BDSM test results

˙⊹Medic with Sharp Teeth

˙⊹ Satyr Demo

˙⊹ cringefail selfship art

˙⊹ the most BRUTAL anon i’ve ever gotten

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mci-writing · 1 year ago

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Warmth (Midoriya Izuku x Reader)

Warnings: Obsessiveness (near the end), implied major character death, reanimated corpse (it’s Deku), necromancy, Deku is the equivalent of Frankenstein’s monster kinda, a little ooc, mentions of pain, descriptions of skin burning (not exactly but yeah idk how to explain it)

Kofi

Viridian irises glance over the form laid before them, a longing sigh passing through chapped lips and landing on deaf ears. Fingers, cold to the touch and tinted blue from lack of flowing blood and oxygen, slide across the small expanse of exposed (s/t) skin, the thumb stopping just under a closed left eye and softly, lovingly, tenderly rubbing the area. It leaves the warmest goosebumps, so warm it should ache, dulling once the contact is distanced.

Whispers of ‘patience’ sound through the air, chilling down to the bone and causing him to pull away out of instinct. The reactions of those around him tell him that they aren’t really there, but he can’t help his response after being told such for so long. For so achingly long.

“Deku-kun,” He feels himself straighten at the voice beside him, a hand setting itself at the small of his back. The thumb rubs small, circles in an attempt to soothe his worrying, “If you keep tugging at your lip like that, you’ll rip it off.”

He becomes self-aware of his habit after his companion points it out, cheeks warming as he quickly lets it go. He wets his lips with his tongue after, teeth grazing over the bottom one as they pop out. He’s unable to stop the awkward chuckle that follows or the way his eyes flit from those around him to the body on the table.

“I’m sure (L/n)-San wouldn’t mind reattaching it once they wake, Uraraka-San,” Todoroki stands near the door, his eyes never straining from beyond the frame as he speaks to them. It’s hard to miss his tense demeanor from where they’re placed, one of his fangs pointing past his lips.

Izuku feels himself sweat at that, a wobbly smile forming on his face as he brings his full attention back to the other members of their group. The best he can manage out is a small “T-Thanks, Todoroki-San” as his hand connects with (Y/n)’s and laces his fingers through theirs.

Silence fills the room again after that. Midoriya can hear his heart racing and feel (Y/n)’s faint pulse. They pump in tandem together, like always. Yet, it does nothing to ease his fears. He knows that spell they cast was powerful, but they’ve been out for a few days now. The only reassurances he’s received of them still being alive was the small noises they’d make as they rested, the way their hand tightly holds his each time he holds it, and the addictive burn he receives with each touch to their skin.

The book of necromancy did say that some spells would be harder to cast for users with less experience, but Midoriya didn’t realize that translated to needing to rest for so long to regain the little strength of power (Y/n) knew how to use. He would’ve tried harder to suggest something else for their escape.

“Oi, Deku!” The rough voice of his childhood friend wakes him from his thoughts, his thumb and forefinger making themselves known on his lips as they tightly squeeze from the small jump he makes. He’s being side-eyed by shades of crimson, but not many would catch the soft worry behind them, “Me n Shitty Hair’s got the ship waiting at the dock. Cargo truck’s outside.”

Emerald eyes meet the fiery shades, an understanding spoken between them that only their little bubble could process. Without a beat, Bakugou comes forward and lifts the end of the slab they're laying across and Todoroki is quick to grab the other end. They load it into the cargo truck's trunk, careful to ensure they're strapped down in the back before Todoroki hops out. Midoriya watches on, eyes longing for the warmth he’s just lost.

~~~~~

The car only holds four people, debatably three if you wanted to argue whether or not Midoriya could still be counted as human in his current form. He was undead, that much he could confirm from the way his body had been stitched together and the ice cold feeling of his skin when he wasn’t within a certain proximity of (Y/n). He was something like Frankenstein, but the context seemed less science fiction and more fantasy. He had no clue why he had been brought back to life, just that he had been. (Y/n) and Kacchan always avoided the question when he’d ask how he’d died.

That’s another thing, it’s always the three of them. Even now, only Kacchan and (Y/n) were going to board the boat with him. Kirishima was only here to take them there and back.

His gaze pans away from the passing scenery outside to the body pressed against his. His cheeks warm as bright a red as they possibly can at the proximity, yet he can’t force himself to move away from the burning sensation of their skin touching. It hurts in the nicest way possible, making him feel way more alive than he thought possible. It’s why he thought he had just woken from a long sleep instead of immediately thinking he’d come back to life, the warmth too comforting for him to question anything at the time. Both of his companions joked about it being out of character for him.

He takes in the low rise of their chest and the serene look of their face. It’s one of the very few times he hasn’t seen them worried out of their mind since being brought back to life. He’s tried not to keep count of their smiles, one of his favorite aspects about them. If with their lips held in a neutral shape, he’s fighting the urge to kiss them until they swell.

He feels himself warm more at the repeated thought of laying a kiss on their unconscious form. He should be ashamed, but he’s been wanting to be intimate with them for a while now. It’s gotten so bad he gets a little jealous when he catches them and Kacchan away from him, whispering between themselves in a bubble of their own that he feels he won’t fit in.

That thought sours his feelings a little, especially when he knows he could never take them from Kacchan and he could never take Kacchan from them. The idea of them moving forward without him, leaving him out, and further pushing him away from the picture he'd perfectly fit in before his current state, gives him a deep pit feeling in his chest that he doesn't enjoy dwelling on for too long.

But right here… Right now…? He could just give them a quick peck and pretend it didn’t happen. No one would know… Unless they woke up from it or something…

He weighs his options, emerald eyes measuring and tracing the outlines of your lips. He has vivid memories of the one time he managed to get a kiss from them, in the dead of night when the only witnesses aside from themselves were the twinkling constellations. He doesn't remember how long ago it was, but he can perfectly picture the sight of them shyly smiling, their face warm, and (e/c) eyes dilated like a super moon. Their lips fit perfectly against his, slated and locked like they were meant to be attached for eternity, and delectably soft like fresh baked goods straight from the oven. He'd press his lips against them as much as he possibly could, suffocate against them even.

The cons would be them waking and beating the shit out of him... Or Kacchan catching him and beating the shit out of him...

Midoriya leans forward, hand burning as he cups their cheek. He rubs his thumb against their skin as his lips finally meet theirs again. It feels like home, his lips feverishly sucking against the plump flesh like he'll never be able to do so again.

He pulls away once he realizes he's being too greedy, too desperate. He sucks in a deep breath, the butterflies rising to his chest as his heart pounds against his ribcage. He can feel the warm honeydew in his cheeks, worsening when his eyes dart up and meet a certain pair of crimson ones. They stare at one another for a moment, but Midoriya can't read what Bakugou is thinking at all. Bakugou sends him a small smile, or something close to it. His lips quirk upward on one side before he turns back to the road. Kirishima is talking about something, but he's obviously not paying attention.

"'Zuku?" The soft call of his name has him looking down, meeting the dazed stare of (Y/n). They're still relatively exhausted from their overuse of magic, a bit of light missing from their pupils. They press their cheek into his hand, the bags under their eyes heavy, "Are we... heading there?"

"We're going to the dock right now, (Y/n). Kacchan's in the front seat and Kirishima's driving us there," Midoriya informs them, voice low as to not cause them any discomfort. He knows they typically suffer from headaches after too much use of their necromancy abilities, "I'm sure you should be able to rest a bit longer-"

"No, no," They begin to sit up, getting a grip on his shoulder and using it to push themselves up. They let go and force themselves to sit up on their knees, getting in a position where they can easily look out the window, "I have to check that... we're not... Not being..."

Their voice trails off as they grab their head, another splintering headache racking their body from the sudden movement. Midoriya is quick to grab hold of them, leaning their body against his. Gravity lays them back across his lap, their face pressing into the fabric of his shirt while they close their eyes. Out of instinct, he presses his fingers against the nape of their neck, slowly sliding them upwards to press at various spots in the back of their head.

"No one's following us, (Y/n). We made sure of that..." He murmurs, pushing their hair out of their eyes. His hand eases down the side of their face, fingers hooking under their chin and pushing it up so they can see him better, "Get your rest."

"Izuku...," They stare at him for a moment, different emotions flashing through their (e/c) eyes. One of their hands reaches up for his cheek, the flesh feeling as if it'll catch on fire at any moment. They pull away too quickly for his liking, the same stricken look reaching their eyes like every other time they touch him and they're reminded of their afflictions. He's heard them apologize to him in the late hours before.

With little thought, he grabs their hand and presses it back to his flesh. He feels just a little closer to being human again at the touch. He nuzzles into their hold, keeping eye contact with them and watching the confliction beyond their irises. He doesn't care about the way his body screams to flinch away from the heat, pressing more into it as opposed to as opposed to running from it. He tightens his hold when he feels them try to tug away from him.

“Izuku, stop. You’re hurting yourself-,”

"No, it's okay," He responds too quickly, leaning into their touch. He presses his ear to their chest, listening to the steady beating of their heart and the movement of their breathing in their chest. The heat isn't as excruciating, simmering to an addictive warmth adjacent to bodies entangled in a hug. It crawls over his skin and wraps around him like a blanket, "Everything is okay..."

He never wants to leave from (Y/n)'s hold, (Y/n)'s warmth, ever again. He doesn't know how he could ever live without it, especially not now when the cold is even colder than before...

#midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku #this is based on a Horikoshi sketch from a year or so ago and a WEBTOON I was obsessed with at the time #there’s some Bakugou x reader and bakudeku x reader if you squint #original draft had them very poly coded and it might still be there whoops #also slight Yandere!Deku at the end whoops #erm here’s your Halloween special for the year 👉🏾👈🏾#I will hopefully be back shortly with another piece ✌🏾#I mean it bc I have a few requests I actually like that I’m working on and a big fic that’s been years in the making #the big fic probs won’t get any notes tho 🫣#tumblr did not like this one 😭😭😭 she wouldn’t save it was crazy #thought my thing was too long but it’s only 4 pages on Google docs so #shawty was tripping #yes I did listen to Frankenstein the musical while I wrote this wdym

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dearest-painter · 2 years ago

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I wanna know about other “romantic”(their an engaged person no one else gonna get a chance to tap dat ass) yanderes finding out about doc ock!reader being engaged

Jessica is surprised but this sorta chills her Yandere behavior as it snaps her out in a way that they both have someone they deeply love and Jessica is just obsessed with a certain thing about them, she still is a yandere still.

Ben Reilly/Scarlet spider wants to refuse it in some ways, he doesn’t wanna believe that your taken and he wants to be with you. He is half delusional half aware of his behavior but it’s a battle with himself which is even worse once he finds out that Doc ock!reader is engaged

Spider Noir calms down more, it makes him much more calmer and a bit more rational but not completely. He still is a yandere and is jealous of Harvey and he really wants to in Harvey’s place badly

#✉️mail arrived✉️#genderfluid enity answers!#doc ock!reader #yandere #please don’t do this #unhealthy #obession #gn reader #x gn reader #yandere x gn reader #gender neutral y/n #yandere x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #romantic yandere #yandere spider man across the spider verse #yandere spiderverse

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yandere-daydreams · 1 year ago

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Title: Ferine.

Pairing: Yandere!Toji x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 4.1k.

TW: Hybrid AU, Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Slight Manipulation, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Knotting, Mentions of Blood + Violence, Slight Breeding, and Biting.

Toji was, by far, the largest hybrid you’d ever taken care of.

Which, technically speaking, wasn’t that big of an accomplishment. This was barely your third month at the research facility, and you could count the number of hybrids you’d encountered before being hired here on a single hand. Still, even compared to the other wolves you currently looked after, Toji was beyond impressive. His long, pointed ears and stocky build set him well above six-foot, and even if he’d lacked height, he would’ve been able to make up for it with the planes of sculpted muscle circled around his biceps and thighs, laid over his chest and back. Top it all off with a set of claws each longer than your pointer finger and sharp enough to pierce reinforced steel, and he was practically fit for exhibit. Not that Toji could ever actually be a show dog, no – he’d tear the judges apart before they’d so much as heard his name. He was sweet, but he had a temper. You had to be careful not to set him off.

His fangs were impressive, too – perfectly in-tact despite years of less-than-adequate care, only a touch duller than a real wolf’s. You were careful not to let your hand stray from where it cupped his cheek as you looked for signs of damage or rot only to, of course, come up empty. The longer you spent with him, the more convinced you were that nothing could actually hurt Toji, even if the faded scar stitched into the corner of his mouth suggested otherwise.

“All done,” you started, letting go of his cheek. Immediately, Toji’s jaw snapped shut with enough strength to take off a finger, had you given him the chance. “Perfect as always, Toji. I think you might be my best patient.”

A cocky smile found its way to his lips, and you could hear his tail beating lazily against the dirt floor of his enclosure. The facility was committed to replicating the natural environments of their more exotic hybrids as closely as possible, even if Toji claimed he’d trade it all for a punching bag, or better yet, something ‘real’ to dig his teeth into, whatever that meant. “Do I get a treat, doc?”

It was asked playfully, but still, you hummed by way of confirmation, pulling your duffle bag into your lap and fishing Toji’s well-earned rewards – a generic chocolate bar and a can of some painfully acidic, sickeningly sweet brand of soda your hybrid patients couldn’t seem to get enough of. It was a meager prize, but it was as much as you were able to spare considering how strict his caretakers were when it came to his diet. You’d probably save yourself a few dirty looks if you didn’t give him anything at all, but it didn’t feel right to leave him empty-handed.

He accepted your humble offering greedily. While the chocolate bar was stowed away for later consumption, the can was pierced with a clawed thumb and emptied in one long, unpleasantly audible swig. You’d only started to push yourself to your feet when Tojj finished, letting the now empty can fall to the ground before turning his attention back to you. “It hurts my feelings, knowing you’re just gonna run off and put your hands on another animal.” His ear pressed flat against his scalp, as if he was trying (and failing) to feign disappointment. “If I didn’t know better, I’d start to think you didn’t really care about all the time we’ve spent together.”

“You’re not exactly in desperate need of medical attention,” you chided, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “And I’m on a schedule. Not all of us can sit around, grooming ourselves all day.”

That earned a breathy laugh, a coy lilt to his smile. “Well, if you wanted to take a shot at it, I wouldn’t—”

“Save it. I get enough of that with the cats.” Just thinking about it made you grimace. It was one thing to think that Toji might bite you. Knowing Satoru and Suguru – the bonded leopard and panther pair who shared a check-up date with Toji – would insist on licking any exposed skin raw before letting you do your job was a much more tangible reality. “I’ll see you in a couple of days. You’ll be good until then, right?”

“I’m gonna gut those fucking strays.” His answer was blunt, immediate, but he cracked as soon you shot him a purse-lipped frown. “Kidding, kidding. I’ll just rough ‘em up a little – make ‘em regret putting their paws on you, y’know?”

You couldn’t help but soften. Toji was rough around the edges, but he wasn’t a bad dog. He just had a protective streak and that, paired with his brash personality and tendency to bite before he barked, was enough for most people to write him off.

You really did have a long, long list of other appointments you had to get to before the end of the day, but against your better judgement, you paused as you passed him, reaching down to rake your fingers through sleek black hair. He was stoic, especially for a hybrid, but even his cool, dark eyes and wry smile couldn’t hide the way his tail moved just a little faster at the feeling of your nails raking over his scalp, his ears immediately perking up. It only took a second for him to bat your hand away, but you only laughed as you started towards the staff exit, waving to Toji over your shoulder.

Maybe, for his next check-up, you’d see if you could sneak in something special.

“Your mutt’s been unruly, lately.”

You glanced up from your clipboard, turning your full attention to Nanami and quickly finding that he hadn’t paid you the same courtesy. He was one of the senior researchers and, so far, the only one you could stand to be around for any longer than a few minutes. Since the higher-ups expected you to fill out your reports with one hand while you took a four-hundred-pound tiger’s temperature with the other, you tended to camp out in Nanami’s office when you had paperwork to file. “Toji?” Nanami nodded, and you rolled your eyes. “I’m just the vet, Kento. If his handlers aren’t doing their—”

“The problem isn’t his handlers, it’s him.”

His voice was flat, his tone icy. You laid your clipboard over your lap, crossing your arms over your chest. “He’s an animal. It’d be more out of character if he didn’t lash out occasionally.”

Nanami opened his mouth, but closed it just as quickly. After a lengthy pause, he leaned back in his seat, bringing a hand to his temples and massaging absentmindedly. “Do you know why he hasn’t been released back into the wild, yet?”

Obviously. Working with hybrids – let alone exotic hybrids – was dangerous, and your debriefing had drilled the face, name, and background of every animal in the facility into your memory. “He was born in captivity. He’s too acclimated to human society to adjust to the wilderness.”

Nanami pressed his lips into a thin line – an expression you’d learned to read as ‘you’re right, but I’m not going to say that’. Still, a degree of satisfaction accompanied his silent confirmation. “He was found in a dog fighting ring – or, what was left of one, at least. It took three rounds of sedation and two broken muzzles before our recovery team was able to get him under control.”

A knot formed at the base of your throat. Fuck chocolate, Toji deserved a blanket and as many hugs as he would let you give him. “That’s terrible, Kento. Were the organizers arrested?”

“The organizers—” Nanami straightened. “—were found mauled and stuffed into a kennel. Their bodies were so thoroughly mutilated, we had to rely on blood samples to identify them.”

“Wolves aren’t known for attacking unprovoked. It could’ve been another—”

“One of his handlers is currently hospitalized,” Nanami went on, as if you hadn’t cut in. “And two have already turned in their resignations – a resounding fear for their welfare in the workplace, supposedly.”

Your eyes fell to the floor, and that knot in your throat tightened until only the barest whisper could find its way out. “He’s not a bad dog,” you muttered, nearly under your breath. “He just— He loses his temper, sometimes. He doesn’t mean to hurt anymore.”

“He’s never tried to hurt you?”

You didn’t have to think before shaking your head. “Never.”

That, of all things, seemed to catch Nanami’s attention. For the first time, his eyes flickered briefly to you before falling back to his desk, his paperwork. “Good,” he said, marking down something on a piece of scrap paper in front of him. If he felt the need to elaborate, he clearly didn’t deem it worth the effort.

Later that day, you were informed that you were being transferred to the reptile wing indefinitely. If you’d been there for a few more months, if you’d had a little more experience to throw around, if you’d had a little more authority, you might’ve protested, but it was all you could do to nod and set to memorizing your new schedule.

It took exactly three weeks for you to see Toji again.

One of his handlers – a woman in her early twenties sporting a pressed scowl and a gauze-padded bandage on her cheek – met you at the facility’s gates and flatly told you that Toji was injured. You’d never been in the facilities (much less with a hybrid) after sundown, and in the simulated wilderness of his enclosure, it was easy to forget that you were never more than twenty feet away from a security camera, that there was only one apex predator you had to be afraid of. After checking your usual meeting spot (clear spot near the center of his enclosure – neutral territory, safe territory) and finding it vacant, you reluctantly stumbled your way to his den, dragging your feet despite the urgency of the situation. Toji wouldn’t deliberately attack you, but any animal could react if provoked. You didn’t want to set him off. More importantly, you didn’t want to prove Nanami right.

You’d never ventured far enough to see his den, but you knew what to expect. A square shell of cement occupied the deepest corner of Toji’s enclosure, bracketed off by a metal door tucked inside of a deep entryway meant to give the illusion of privacy. You approached it slowly, stepping underneath the shadowed overhang with no small amount of caution, but you didn’t get the chance to knock before a hand manifested on your shoulder and shoved you against the cold steel.

Claws bit into to the dip of your shoulder, then your wrist, too, as he caught your hand and shoved it into the small of your back. You felt hot air on the nape of your neck, heard heavy panting laced with the barest trace of a throaty growl, and it took everything you had not to panic, not to struggle, not to give him a reason to dig his teeth into your neck and tear. Toji wasn’t a bad dog, but he was still a dog. He’d still bite, if given an excuse.

“Toji,” you started, slowly, taking care to soften each harsh syllable of his name. “I’m here to help you.”

He didn’t respond, his hold only tightening. His check pressed into your back, and there was a short, airy noise – sniffing, as little as you wanted to put a name to it. “Toji,” you repeated, with more urgency. “I heard you were hurt. Will you let me help you?”

A second passed in silence, then another. Finally, he pulled away from you, releasing your wrist first, then your shoulder. He remained where he was – a little too close, a little too looming – as you shuffled to face him, forcing yourself not to consciously acknowledge that you were in a very big cage with a very poorly behaved animal. His handlers hadn’t mentioned why they’d needed you, but you didn’t have to wonder for very long. Even in the pitch dark, you could see the dark blood covering his jaw, washed over his throat and chest. It was on his hands, too, coating the white bone of his claws, and matted into his dark hair. Your waning self-control faltered then shattered altogether, your hands shooting to his head, his face, searching for bruising or swelling or broken bones, but surprisingly, all your worry earned was an airy laugh. “It’s not mine, doc.” He laid a hand over yours. “I’m doin’ just fine. Even better, now that you’re here.”

But he wasn’t. Twin sets of puncture marks were littered across his throat, his face, his arms. Something had taken a chunk out of his left bicep, and five matching scratch marks had been etched deep into the skin of his chest. The wounds looked feline, but you couldn’t bring yourself to linger on the implications. “You’re hurt,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him. Your hands fell to his shoulders, pushing him downward gently. “I— I’ve got bandages, and sutures—” You let your bag fall from your shoulder to your elbow, already reaching for the zipper. “Find somewhere to sit. We should get you cleaned up before something worse sets in.”

Panic was quickly overshadowing your better judgement, but Toji didn’t move, didn’t look away from you. He was still wearing that coy, sardonic grin – almost teasing, given your anxiety. “I already told you, I’m just fine.” His smile widened, until his pointed fangs caught in the dim light. “I didn’t think you’d actually come. They said I could ask for whatever I wanted, but—” He paused, sucked in a sharp breath. “I didn’t think you’d actually come.”

“Toji, you’re not making any sense. You need help.” Again, you pushed gently on his shoulders, and again, he didn’t seem to notice. This time, though, he shifted, leaned toward you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You scowled, shoving a little less gently on his chest, but Toji didn’t move. “Toji, please, just let me help—”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” You felt his hands on your waist, then your ass. His chest was slotted against yours, and his tongue ran unabashedly over the curve of your neck once, then twice before he went on. “Keep sayin’ my name like that, and I won’t be able to control myself.”

Something pressed into your thigh – hot and hard and, like the rest of Toji, fucking huge. Your heart fell into your stomach, the air flooding out of your lungs and leaving you dazed, breathless.

Fuck. Fuck.

You should’ve stuck with the fucking reptiles.

Toji was panting audibly, again; his tongue lapping over your neck, your cheek. You were still cursing yourself for ever applying for this shitty job in the first place when Toji fell to his knees, forcing your thighs onto his shoulders as his claws caught on the fabric of your pants, decimating the thin material in an instant. His teeth tore away your panties just as quickly, leaving you exposed, splayed out on a silver platter in front of him. You reacted reflectively – knotting your fingers in his hair and doing your best to pry him away from you, but your strength was nothing compared to his and in the end, all you earned was a throaty groan, a tight squeeze to your ass before he buried his face in your cunt. His teeth grazed against the tender insides of your thighs, his claws biting into your now-unprotected skin, but the feeling of his tongue laving over the length of your slit replaced every other sensation with pure heat.

Predictably, he was near animalistic – his thick tongue fucking into you as the bridge of his nose ground shamelessly into your clit. From a distance, it would’ve been hard to tell if he was trying to eat you out or eat you alive; every noise he made feral and wet, punctuated with rough growls and little, uncharacteristic whines. It would’ve been impossible not to feel anything, but still, you couldn’t help but hate yourself when it started to feel good. His tongue was thick and textured, long enough to fill your pussy and flexible enough to curl inside of you, abusing the walls of your cunt without mercy. It was difficult to tell how much of the gloss staining his chin and the inside of your thighs was his drool and how much of it was your arousal, but even if your mind was disgusted by every slick noise and sharp flick of his tongue, there was nothing your body could do to block out the sudden pang of heat in your core, to fight the way your legs ached to clench around his head and pull the source of your revulsion that much closer.

“To—Toji, no, st—” you tried to say, like you were scolding a normal dog, like any part of you still thought he was listening. A cracked moan cut you off prematurely, and even if it hadn’t, Toji’s only response was a bruising squeeze to your ass, a low moan just loud enough to reverberate against your sensitive clit. Blinding white flashed across your vision, and before you could stop, before you could bring yourself back from that edge, you were coming undone on his tongue, your hips bucking against his face as he nursed you through your mind-numbing climax. Rather than pull away, he forced his tongue that much deeper into your pussy – taking advantage of your hypersensitivity to drag another unwilling orgasm out of you, then another, until the dried blood smeared across his lips was tacky and dripping onto your skin. He only pulled away when your little, pained sounds began to die into half-choked pleas and your limited strength failed, leaning you limp and boneless on top of him, and even then, he took the time to drag his tongue over your slit, to lap up what would’ve been wasted slick. You would’ve given anything for him to just leave you like that – messy and covered in your own arousal, but unfortunately, Toji had never been a bad dog.

His gaze flitted up to meet yours. “Sorry, princess,” he muttered, when he saw the misery knitted into your expression. The broad grin he wore was anything but apologetic, though. “Might’ve gotten carried away after all. Can’t help it – you always come to me, smellin’ like other men, and nobody ever lets me do anything about it.” He nuzzled into the inside of your thigh, nipping at the tender flesh with just enough force to break the skin. There was a tight pinch, of bright spark of pain, but Toji tended to the minimal wound lovingly, running his tongue over the thin stream of blood. “Gonna have you nice n’ scented by the end of the night.” A sharp whimper slipped past your grit teeth as the points of his fangs grazed over your skin, and Toji sighed. “Gonna have you nice n’ bred, too, if you keep making those sounds.”

Bred. Bred. Bred. You turned the offensive word over in your mind, unable to grasp what it possibly could’ve meant, as Toji carefully lowered you onto the ground – never so much as toying with the idea of fucking you into anything other than the cold, raw earth. It wasn’t until his clawed hand fell to the hard, pulsing cock standing stiffly between his legs that you were able to fully process what he’d said, what he was threatening to do to you. Your thoughts went blank, your years of veterinary school and countless hours of animal-handling training and common sense all dissolving into total nonexistence in an instant. It didn’t matter that he was taller than you, stronger than you – you were already throwing your full weight against him, scratching at his chest with your blunt nails, doing everything in your so incredibly limited power just to get away from him. Your latest wave of resistance wasn’t enough to overwhelm him, but it earned a frustrated rumble at the base of his throat, a downward quirk to his cocky smile. Your nails caught one of the puncture marks on his cheek and, reflexively, he straightened his back, brought his hand to his face, left just enough space between your body and his for you to roll onto your chest and scramble desperately towards freedom. You’d barely gotten your knees underneath you when his hand lashed out, catching you by the collar and forcing your cheek into the soil. His chest pressed into your back, his legs caging yours in on either side, and worst of all, his cock throbbed against your ass – somehow, impossibly, harder than it’d been a few seconds ago. You might’ve jotted it down as an impressive display of canine resilience, if you hadn’t felt so desolated.

“Shoulda figured you wouldn’t make this easy on yourself.” His voice was rougher than it had been, but no less self-satisfied. That made sense. Wolves were endurance predators. He would’ve come into this expecting there to be a struggle. “I thought you’d be more of a mate than a bitch, but—” He paused, his mouth settling against the nape of your neck. “—either’s fine by me.”

You clenched your eyes shut. “Please, Toji, don’t do—”

But, it was already too late. He rutted your ass once, then twice, before his tip caught on the entrance to your abused pussy and he was inside of you, fully sheathed without a trace of resistance.

Toji was big, even for a hybrid. He was a hunter, tried and true, all muscle and agility and pure, unfaltering strength. Even with his generous (albeit, unwelcomed) prep, it was all you could do to convince yourself that his cock wouldn’t tear you apart. He was thick enough to press against every soft and sensitive spot inside of you, long enough to leave a tight knot of pressure sitting in the pit of your stomach, and when he started to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, the force alone was enough to scatter little black spots in the corner of your vision and leave you hazy, light-headed. The way he was fucking into you didn’t help anything, either. Keening whines slipped out of some deep, feral pocket of his chest as he took advantage of your vulnerable cunt, alternating between grinding into you with a desperate sort of clinginess and trying to bully his way that much deeper with bruising, brutal thrusts. One arm wrapped around your midriff, dragging you even close to him, while a groping hand found the delicate buttons of your top and tore, ridding you of what was left of your protection against him. He kneaded half-consciously at your chest as he fucked into you; his own pleasure suddenly his only priority.

His selfishness should’ve been a welcome change, but you were too far gone, your body too eager to find a silver lining to his rough affection. Your hands clawed mindlessly at the ground as he pumped into you, the heat of his body against yours clouding your senses and making the feeling of cock stretching you open, his dull head pounding against your cervix all the more unbearable. You doubted he’d be able to talk, even if he’d had anything left to say, but he was still vocal enough. Raspy groans and harsh grunts rung distantly in your ears, his calloused hands groping mercilessly at your chest, your stomach, your waist. Finally, his thumb found its way to your neglected clit, and with less than a full second of stimulation, you were buckling into yourself, clamping down around his cock with a fractured whimper. As humiliated as you were, Toji wasn’t far behind. With something between a moan and a howl, he was cumming inside of you – predictably making no attempt to pull out. Something hot and vile flooded into you, but it was hard to focus on that when you could feel something hard and bloated and wrong press into your entrance. Toji’s breath hitched as he forced his knot into your tight cunt, and whatever hope you had for coming out of this unscathed curled up and died inside of you.

You could feel him slacken on top of you. You almost thought he would collapse like that, leave you locked to him and trapped under his weight, but instead, he nuzzled against the crook of your neck, his fangs ghosting over your throat before sinking into the soft flesh just underneath your jugular. He stayed like that, his knot splitting open your pussy and his teeth buried in your neck, until you lost any hope of him ever pulling away.

Exhausted, you shut your eyes, sinking into yourself. You’d been right, in a way. Toji wasn’t a bad dog.

He was just a terrible terrible man.

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fangdokja · 15 days ago

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The Red Ledger (TRL): Stained in Lust, Written in Blood.

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Fandom Yanderes

♡ Book 1. Forbidden Fruits (FF) : Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires. ♡ Book 2. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World.

General Stories

Drabbles

There’s a split second between sleep and wakefulness where your body doesn’t understand what’s happening.

You wake up to pain.

You shouldn’t have come back.

You wake to something wrong.

"Answer me."

You never should’ve let him catch you.

You kneel, naked, trembling under the heated gazes of men who aren’t supposed to see you like this.

The classroom is quiet, save for the professor’s dull voice droning on about something you can’t focus on.

You should’ve known better than to ignore his texts.

Oneshot Series

Yandere! Boss

Your boss is a fucking nightmare.

You haven’t had a moment’s peace since that night.

You don’t want to be here.

You should have known better than to show up.

You always knew your boss was a bastard.

You’re nothing more than the subject of their viewing pleasure.

They see everything. They own you.

To the man behind the camera, ensuring every second of your suffering is immortalized in high definition.

The cold metal of the chains rattles as you stir, the weight of them cutting into your raw wrists.

Yandere! Bully

The first time you realized you were different, you were eight years old.

The air crackles with something volatile.

You know you shouldn’t do it. You really shouldn’t.

He likes dragging you out of the library when you’re busy.

You shouldn’t have done it.

He is your boyfriend.

He's never nice to you. Not in public, not in private, not in bed.

You're staring.

He doesn’t date. He fucks. He ruins.

He doesn’t admit it—not outright, anyway—but the realization slams into him like a truck.

It always happens eventually.

Yandere! Childhood Friend

You’re too small.

You can’t breathe.

His hand clamps over your mouth before you can even think about screaming.

You should have seen it coming.

"You really thought I'd let you get away with it, huh?"

You don’t want to look at it.

The belt hits the floor with a dull clink.

Yandere! Golden Boy

He’s so loved. So adored.

You should've known better than to trust the town's so-called gentle giant.

Yandere! Military Leader

Heavy footfalls, a slow, deliberate pace—like a predator closing in on wounded prey.

You’re nothing here. Less than nothing. A thing.

The walls of the barracks were thick, lined with reinforced steel, the air stifling with sweat, gunpowder, and male musk.

You should've known better. Should’ve learned by now that no kindness goes unpunished.

Yandere! Scholar

He never raises his voice. He never has to.

He doesn’t react. He never does.

Original Yanderes (OC's)

♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD) : A Dark Yandere Anthology ♡ Book 2. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

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yandere-romanticaa · 1 month ago

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𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔅𝔦𝔩𝔩.

❝ Rather be in Hell than alone. ❞ - sza.

This fic was inspired by the song Kill Bill by SZA.

yandere! modern au! phainon x fem! reader.

How did he get here?

The white haired man often asked himself that very same question for what seemed like ages now. Standing hidden away underneath the shadows like some crazed phantom became a nightly routine of his ever since his heart got shattered into a million pieces.

Phainon was popular, well liked and respected. He had a good life all things considered - a stable job, good friends and a lovely girl to come back home to.

With the realization that last bit was no longer the case, a sharp pang coursed through his chest. He watched your bedroom window closely, hands in his pockets as he noticed the fresh bouquet of flowers placed on your window. Fresh flowers from what he could tell, the pretty colours seemed to pop so cutely with the glow of the light coming from your living room and the wine red vase only added the blooms even more charm.

The same vase that he got you.

⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡

He can recall the sensation of the comfortable armchair as it creaked underneath his weight. The sound of the clock on the wall set him off as Phainon twirled with his thumbs, his gaze cascaded downwards as a heavy silence hung in the air. That silence would soon be a blissful past as it was soon broken by a gentle voice, a sad attempt at sounding compassionate.

"Phainon? It's alright to be upset, that is a natural reaction to such a messy break up."

The voice of his therapist echoed slightly in the overly white office, which only set him even more on edge. He grumbled in annoyance, cursing his meddling friends for forcing him to seek professional help instead of just letting his anger bubble inside him.

Besides, he was never angry for too long. His anger always comes and goes.

That's just the kind of guy he is.

Phainon snorted, a pained grin on his face, a pathetic attempt at trying to lighten the situation. "Sorry Doc, guess I just lost myself for a second there!"

From the corner of his eye, Phainon could see the worried looks his therapist was giving him. It was horrendously obvious that he was doing a poor job at trying to mask his concerns with that faux smile and the stench of his cheap cologne made him grateful for having a better sense of smell. His own was so much better, he figured. A truly childish thought in the grand scheme of things but he really could not be bothered to think like an adult at the moment.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed a tiny wine red ribbon hanging subtly on the Doctor's right hand, a stark contrast to his otherwise crisp and perfect exterior.

It didn't suit him whatsoever, Phainon thought flatly, his eyes still glued to his shoes.

⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡

With a startle, Phainon realized that he was now standing in front of your door. His heart thumped in his chest, it made him wonder if he was going to die from cardiac arrest right then and there. All of the wonderful memories of his love came back to him, all of the sweetness he had soaked up only to lose it all in the end. It wasn't fair how much of an effect you had on him, even after all this time Phainon was still wholeheartedly yours.

And you did not want him. Not anymore.

He bit his lip, hard. The taste of blood filled his mouth as a few droplets of the thick liquid fell on his jet black hoodie, the dark material masking it.

This really was not his best idea.

⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡

His hour was almost up. Huh. He figured he should be more ecstatic about that. The last hour felt like a century due to the incessant nagging of his therapist, who kept trying to get Phainon to open up. It was beyond clear that he was a rookie but he was trying, which just added insult to injury. It was fascinating how hard the man was trying to help him, how desperately he tried to offer up some solution to Phainon's sea of endless heartbreak.

None of which was working.

Looking back at the clock, Phainon strained his ears to see if there was perhaps someone else waiting in front of the good Doctor's door. Another lost soul seeking some sort of refuge, a comforting ear of someone who actually cared.

A true rarity in such a business, as he found out not too long ago.

He gritted his teeth as his ears picked up nothing. No sound of any eager on uneasy footsteps, not even a hint of a cough, the only sign of life was right here, in this white box he was stuck in.

... Perfect.

⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡

He did not even feel the thousands of splinters of the wooden door clinging to his skin as he broke into his old flame's apartment. He did not feel how the sticky fabric of his clothes clung to his being, thick sweat and something more heavy trying to weigh him down.

The only thing he could focus on was the shrill scream of the one he holds so dear.

He looked at his old flame and his eyes were suddenly brought back to life. Gone was the lifeless tint of grey in his eye, his mouth forming into an overly happy grin as he rushed straight towards his sweetheart, large hands grabbing onto the shrieking person who was trying to hit him.

How mean. But it was a reasonable reaction, he supposed.

For the first time in forever, things felt right. Phainon wanted to scream from the rooftops that he had you, he finally was holding you in his arms once again. Gone was the pain, his sorrow melting away into a puddle of need as he kissed your face all over, salty tears staining the cheeks of the one most precious to him, which caused him great agony. He grabbed the hand which was now raised high up, his grip iron tight as he pleaded to just be heard -

- And then as the man turned his head, all he could see was red.

A small, dainty little piece of fabric clinging onto your wrist, the tiny red wine bow a stark reminder of why he came here in the first place. He chuckled maniacally, his chest reverberating back and forth as he tilted his head backwards, his gaze meeting the soft glow of the moonlight as he felt the white hot rage take over his whole being.

This is not the best idea.

But, he could not even think of that statement at the moment.

He had other things to do.

⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡

The man thrashed helplessly beneath Phainon, the massive wooden desk now a mess of documents and spit as the Doctor tried to feebly break free from the chokehold in which he was held in. A pathetic trail of his own vomit drizzled down his busted lip as Phainon grinned like a mad man, pleased to see that the one who caused him so much pain was finally feeling a fraction of what he has been feeling these past few months.

Who did this pathetic waste of oxygen think he was? Big fancy doctor got his degree and gets and overly inflated ego to boot.

And his precious peach fell for it.

She fell for it and it hurt, it wounded him so revoltingly. In that office at that moment, Phainon was less of a man and more a beast. A true deliverer of suffering. If the stars had decided to place him into an overly dramatic Greek tragedy as the main hero, then so be it.

He was going to be the star. He was going to be the brightest, most brilliant fucking star anyone had ever seen.

And Phainon was going to burn so bright that he was going to suffocate the man beneath him with his light.

His knuckles twitched sickeningly, the disgusting sound of impending death reaching his ears as he felt the tears of his victim on his wrists. The cool liquid felt surprisingly pleasant against his overly hot flesh, giving him a brief sense of reprieve. Phainon wondered if the engorged vein on his arm was going to pop due to the strain he was putting on it, his perfectly white flesh a stark contrast against the dark blue seam. Suddenly , he snapped at himself, there was no time to waste on mindless idling - harder.

He needed to press harder. And so, he did.

He needed to see the life out of the man's eyes being snuffed out. He needed to feel the sensation of his spirit leaving his stupid body, he needed to make sure that in this life and in all the others that this man would never reach you. Never, not ever.

With a sick thud, the Doctor went limp in Phainon's embrace. The silence was so thick and heavy that it felt as though it could be cut with a dull butter knife. Phainon held the fresh corpse in his hands, the broken neck of the man he had just savagely killed being lulled side to side like a broken souvenir one would get at a cheap pawn shop.

Once he was sure that the man was gone for good, Phainon stood up. He drooped the body carelessly onto the green carpet, the fuzzy fabric now stained crimson. The Doctor's hand was next to his head, that stupidly cute ribbon still clinging onto him even in death. Phainon roared in anger, heavenly blue eyes shining with fury as he grabbed his victim's hand and ripped the ribbon off. Stuffing it into his pocket, he turned his back away from the gruesome scene and made his way out the door, his steps thick and heavy.

He'd rather be in jail than feel this pain.

⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡

Phainon was weeping. He didn't know what he was doing, hell, he didn't even know why he was doing it in the first place. He did not understand why he had his arms wrapped around your neck, he did not understand why he was choking the life out of you with that same wine red ribbon which he had taken earlier.

All he could focus on was your face. That beautiful, ethereal, angelic face. The face which haunts his dreams and nightmares, the once cheerful face which was turning plum purple by the second. Phainon heaved, his body heavy with regret and sorrow but the anger... Oh how he choked back on a sob, thick snot escaping his nose as he gripped his peach even harder, the soft flesh becoming more and more dull in his grotesque hold. Gone was the lovesick puppy, banished deep within the darkest pits of Hell the moment he snuffed the life out of his first victim. Standing now was a man who had lost his will to live.

He had nothing. He had lost you. Once upon a time, he vowed to you that no one was ever going to lay a single finger on you. In some macabre way, he kept his word. For as long as he walked on this Earth, not a single soul dared to harm you.

Never once did he think that he was going to be the one who was going to end it all.

Phainon watched you take your last breath and he wondered if this was perhaps the most beautiful he had ever seen you. No one could take you from him, not even he himself could do that now. The thought of having no one, it made his soul whimper in morbid misery. But right here, right now, he had you. He was never going to be alone, never again.

Phainon had made up his mind ages ago. He'd rather be in Hell than be alone.

A/N: Ah, there really is no better tension between a girl who has to study for an important exam vs getting a fic idea right in the middle of her study session.

I literally got screwed over by SZA for showing up on my playlist because this fic just popped in my head. I made it a modern AU because I thought it fit the tone of the song better, hope y'all don't mind. I'm also having a bad creative block as of late so I've no idea if this fic is actually any good or not! Everything I write looks wrong these days and I had to go back and rewrite this multiple times because I just could not get it to look right.

If anything, it was at least fun to edit.

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heliosunny · 2 months ago

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Yandere!Zayne x Reader x Yandere!Caleb

Arts cre to artist

Summary: In a post-apocalyptic world overrun by monstrous creatures known as Wanderers, you are one of the last remaining scientists, dedicating your life to preserving humanity. Using cutting-edge biotechnology, you create Caleb and Zayne—two highly advanced humanoid beings designed to assist you in fighting the Wanderer threat. You implant them with memories of being your childhood friends to ensure they feel loyalty, trust, and camaraderie toward you. Caleb is the reliable and determined pilot, wielding gravity-based powers, while Zayne is the calm and resourceful medic, capable of manipulating ice.

The morning sun streamed through the reinforced windows of your lab as the smell of something savory wafted in, pulling you out of your deep focus. You looked up from the maze of wires and circuits sprawled across your workstation just in time to see Caleb entering, balancing a steaming plate in one hand. His dark hair was slightly damp, probably from his morning workout, and his signature confident grin was firmly in place.

“You didn’t eat again, did you?” he said, setting the plate down in front of you.

You blinked at the food—a plate of perfectly scrambled eggs, toast, and even a small bowl of fresh-cut fruit. “Wait… when did you have time to make this?”

“Right after fixing that mess of a ventilation system in the south wing” he replied, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

You gave him a wry smile. “You know, you’re starting to sound more like a housekeeper than a pilot.”

“And you’re starting to sound like someone who’s about to faint from hunger” Caleb shot back, gesturing toward the food. “Now eat before I make it a command.”

Reluctantly, you put down your tools and took a bite. It was annoyingly good. You mumbled between mouthfuls, “You’re too good at this. What kind of pilot cooks this well?”

“The kind that has to make up for the genius who forgets to eat.” he said, a playful glint in his eyes.

Before you could retort, Zayne walked in, clipboard in hand, his icy-blue eyes immediately narrowing at the sight of Caleb and his cooking.

“What’s this?” Zayne asked, gesturing to the plate. “Breakfast in bed? How domestic of you, Caleb.”

“Jealous, Doc?” Caleb quipped without missing a beat.

Zayne’s gaze shifted to you. “You really let him boss you around like this?”

“I didn’t let him,” you said, gesturing to the food with your fork. “But I’m not complaining. He’s saving me time.”

Zayne sighed, placing his clipboard on the counter. “You know, if you actually managed your schedule better, you wouldn’t need someone to babysit you.”

Caleb rolled his eyes. “And if you lightened up, maybe people wouldn’t freeze the second you walk into a room.”

“Caleb. Zayne.” You set your fork down and gave them both a pointed look. “Can we not do this every time we’re in the same room?”

Caleb smirked but didn’t push further, and Zayne gave a small huff before grabbing a tablet to check mission reports. Despite their constant bickering, there was an undeniable ease to their presence, like two opposing forces that somehow balanced each other out.

You looked between them, a small smile tugging at your lips. No matter how chaotic they were, they were your family—the people you could always count on, even in the darkest of times. ----- The mission had gone horribly wrong. Wanderers ambushed you in the dead of night, forcing Caleb and Zayne into combat. Caleb slammed one creature into the ground with a gravitational pulse, his jaw tight as he yelled “Get behind me!”

Zayne’s breath misted in the air as frost spread from his fingertips, freezing a group of Wanderers in place. “How about you stop barking orders and actually focus on not dying?” he snapped, his voice sharper than usual.

“I am focusing!” Caleb retorted, his gravitational barrier flickering as the strain mounted.

Realizing they couldn’t hold out much longer, you made a split-second decision. Pulling out a remote device, you activated the override. Both Caleb and Zayne froze mid-action, their bodies locking up as their systems shut down.

“I’m sorry” you whispered, dragging them to safety before finishing off the remaining Wanderers yourself.

When they woke up in your lab hours later, the tension was palpable. Caleb sat up first, rubbing his temples. “What… happened? Why couldn’t I move?”

“You shut us down” Zayne said flatly, his tone icy. His sharp gaze pinned you in place. “That override… what else have you been hiding from us?”

You sighed, turning away from their accusing stares. “I had no choice. You both would have died.”

Caleb stood, his expression unreadable. “We’re not just tools, are we? We’re…” His voice faltered, and his hand clenched into a fist. “What are we?”

Zayne crossed his arms, his voice low. “Answer him.”

Taking a deep breath, you faced them. “You’re not tools. You’re not experiments. You’re my creations. I built you to help me save humanity. And I gave you memories—false ones... because I didn’t want you to feel like you were nothing more than machines.”

The silence was deafening. Caleb stared at you, a storm brewing in his eyes. “So… we’re not even human?”

“No.” you admitted softly. “But that doesn’t change what you mean to me. You’re more than just creations. You’re my family.”

Zayne’s expression softened slightly, though his tone remained cold. “Family? Is that why you lied to us?”

“I lied to protect you.” you said, your voice firm. “I didn’t want you to feel like you were just tools. You’re not. You’re everything to me.”

In the days that followed, Caleb and Zayne’s behavior shifted. Caleb became more protective, shadowing you during missions and watching you with a guarded intensity. Zayne, meanwhile, grew more reserved, throwing himself into his work but keeping a careful eye on you.

One evening, as you worked late in the lab, Caleb sat nearby, idly fiddling with a gadget. “You should let me help you more.” he said suddenly.

“You already help plenty.” you replied without looking up.

“Not enough.” he muttered. “If something happened to you…”

You looked up, surprised at the vulnerability in his voice. “Caleb, nothing’s going to happen to me. I have you and Zayne, remember?”

He nodded but didn’t look convinced. “Yeah. You have us.”

Later that night, Zayne entered the lab, finding you asleep at your desk. Shaking his head, he draped a blanket over your shoulders and adjusted the room’s temperature to keep you comfortable. “She pushes herself too hard” he murmured, his icy tone melting for just a moment.

“Don’t we all?” Caleb’s voice came from the doorway.

Zayne glanced at him but didn’t respond. Instead, he sighed. “As much as I hate to admit it… she needs both of us.”

Caleb crossed his arms, his jaw tight. “Yeah. She does.”

The city was under siege, and the Wanderer threat was greater than ever. Caleb, Zayne, and you stood side by side, ready to face the horde.

“Stay close to me” Caleb said, his gravitational field already forming.

Zayne rolled his eyes but smirked. “Protect her all you want, but don’t get in my way.”

You placed a hand on both their shoulders, your voice steady. “No fighting. Not now. We do this together.”

For the first time, they exchanged a glance of mutual understanding.

As the battle raged, the three of you worked in perfect sync. Caleb’s gravity crushed waves of Wanderers, while Zayne froze others in their tracks. You enhanced their powers, amplifying Caleb’s field to cover the entire city and super charging Zayne’s ice to create massive barriers.

When the last Wanderer fell, the three of you stood together, battered but victorious. Caleb offered you a tired smile. “We make a good team, don’t we?”

Zayne chuckled, his breath misting in the cold air. “For once, I agree with him.”

You smiled, tears in your eyes. “We always have.”

As the world began to heal, so did your bond with Caleb and Zayne. They accepted their origins and found solace in their roles—not as tools, but as your partners and family. Though their playful rivalry remained, it was no longer tinged with bitterness.

----- Life had been peaceful in the months following the defeat of the Wanderers. The lab had transformed into a hub of innovation, with Caleb and Zayne lending their unique talents to assist you in rebuilding technology for humanity. Despite the occasional bickering between them, a quiet harmony had settled over the three of you.

That peace, however, was shattered the day an unexpected visitor appeared at your doorstep.

You were calibrating a new piece of equipment when the lab’s security system chimed, signaling an incoming guest. Caleb, who had been fixing a damaged drone nearby, frowned and stood immediately.

“Expecting someone?” he asked, tension creeping into his voice.

“No” you said, confused, wiping your hands on a cloth as you walked to the door.

The man standing outside was someone you hadn’t seen in years. Dr. Marcus Vell, a former colleague from your days as a junior scientist. His slicked-back gray hair and sharp suit gave him an air of authority, but there was something unsettling in his smile.

“Y/N!” he said warmly, stepping forward as you opened the door. “It’s been too long.”

“Marcus?” you said, startled. “What are you doing here?”

“I heard about your success” he said, glancing around the lab with thinly veiled interest. “I must say, I always knew you’d surpass the rest of us. Your creations…” His eyes flicked to Caleb and Zayne, lingering a little too long. “…are remarkable.”

Zayne, standing in the corner, crossed his arms, his icy gaze fixed on Marcus. Caleb moved closer to your side, his posture protective.

“Thanks, but I’m pretty busy.” you said, trying to keep the interaction short.

Marcus chuckled, unbothered by the cold reception. “Of course. I won’t take much of your time. I’m here with an offer. Humanity needs minds like yours—truly gifted ones. Come work with me. Together, we could rebuild this world far more efficiently.”

You hesitated, sensing the hidden implications in his words. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m happy where I am.”

His smile faltered slightly, and a flicker of something darker crossed his face. “Don’t be so hasty. You’ve barely heard what I have to offer.”

Caleb stepped forward, his expression hard. “She already said no. You heard her.”

Marcus glanced at him, his smile sharpening. “Ah, the pilot. A fine creation. But let’s not forget who’s really in charge here.”

Before Caleb could respond, you held up a hand. “I think it’s time for you to leave, Marcus.”

Marcus straightened his suit, his eyes lingering on you. “Very well. But consider this—talent like yours shouldn’t be wasted in obscurity. I’ll be in touch.”

As he walked out, Zayne’s voice cut through the silence. “I don’t trust him.”

“Neither do I” Caleb muttered.

You sighed, brushing it off. “It’s fine. He’s just an old colleague trying to stir up trouble. Forget about him.”

But Caleb and Zayne exchanged a look—one that spoke volumes.

Later that night, while you were asleep, Caleb and Zayne made their move.

“He’s not going to stop” Caleb said, his voice low as he paced the dimly lit lab.

Zayne, seated at a console, typed rapidly, pulling up information on Marcus. “Agreed. He’s been digging into her work for months. I found encrypted correspondence with other labs—he’s trying to recruit people to take her away.”

Caleb clenched his fists. “Then we stop him. Quietly.”

Zayne looked up, meeting Caleb’s gaze. “For once, we’re on the same page.”

Two days later, Marcus Vell vanished.

You didn’t notice at first, too absorbed in your work to realize he hadn’t “followed up” as he promised. When you eventually thought of him again, Zayne was the one to casually dismiss your concerns.

“Marcus?” he said, adjusting his glasses. “I heard he left the region. Something about funding issues.”

“Really?” you asked, frowning. “That doesn’t sound like him.”

Caleb chimed in, leaning against the counter. “People like him are all talk. He probably realized you weren’t interested and gave up.”

You nodded slowly, still feeling a vague unease. “I guess. Well, good riddance.”

Caleb and Zayne shared a brief glance behind your back, the unspoken agreement between them crystal clear. Marcus was no longer a threat.

A week later, Caleb handed you a plate of food while Zayne adjusted the cooling system for your new project.

“Thanks” you said with a smile, taking the plate. “You two have been unusually cooperative lately. Should I be worried?”

“Cooperative?” Caleb grinned. “We’re just that good.”

Zayne gave a small shrug, his lips curving into a rare smile. “Sometimes, we have the same priorities.”

You tilted your head, sensing an undertone you couldn’t quite place. But whatever it was, you trusted them. After all, they’d proven time and again that they would do anything to protect you—even if you didn’t always know the lengths they’d go to.

As you turned back to your work, Caleb and Zayne exchanged a small, knowing smirk. They didn’t need your gratitude. Keeping you safe was reward enough.

----- Bonus: The Great Dinner Standoff It had been a long day of work, and you were looking forward to a relaxing dinner. Caleb had volunteered to cook, which usually meant something delicious but overly ambitious. When you entered the dining area, the smell of roasted vegetables filled the air.

Caleb turned from the stove, flashing you a proud grin. “Dinner’s ready. I made roasted carrots with honey glaze, some chicken, and mashed potatoes. Pretty fancy, huh?”

Your mouth watered at the sight of the golden carrots on the table. “It smells amazing. Thanks, Caleb!”

Zayne appeared in the doorway, pausing mid-step as his eyes landed on the carrots. His face immediately darkened. “Carrots? Really?”

Caleb smirked, clearly enjoying Zayne’s reaction. “What’s wrong, Doc? Too sophisticated for your picky palate?”

Zayne ignored him, stepping into the room with a tray of his own. “I made something, too.”

You blinked in surprise. “Wait, you cooked?”

Zayne set the tray on the table, revealing a dish of cilantro-lime rice. “I thought I’d contribute.”

The moment Caleb saw the cilantro, his expression soured. “Cilantro? Seriously?”

Zayne’s lips twitched into a subtle smirk. “Oh, I know. Just thought it would balance out your… overly sweet carrots.”

Caleb glared at him. “You’re sabotaging dinner.”

“Sabotaging?” Zayne asked innocently, taking a seat. “I’m expanding the flavor profile.”

You groaned, sitting down between them. “Can we have one meal without a fight?”

Caleb pointed his fork at Zayne. “Tell him that. He’s the one ruining perfectly good food.”

Zayne calmly spooned some cilantro rice onto his plate. “I could say the same about your poor excuse for a vegetable.”

You sighed, grabbing a little of both dishes and taking a bite. The carrots were sweet and perfectly cooked, and the cilantro rice had a refreshing zest. “Honestly? They’re both great. You two should just appreciate each other’s cooking.”

Caleb muttered something under his breath but started eating, avoiding the rice entirely. Zayne, for his part, made a show of pushing the carrots to the edge of his plate.

By the end of the meal, you couldn’t help but smile. Despite their endless bickering, you knew they both cared in their own strange ways.

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