#yandere doc x reader

[yanderehsr]

Welp, 1k followers, it's time for the first of the two rewards, this first reward is a... special yandere headcanons written by yours truly

Plese note that this is merely what I imagine how I would be like as a yandere, I am not actually like this... understood, I hope so😅

Hope you'll enjoy😄

YandereHSR Doc x Reader

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapped reader

Doc is a Clingy, Possessive and Desperate yandere, his childhood wasn't the best, it wasn't the worst either, but one thing that was always constant was people leaving him, either because of his weight or his... unique personality, no friendship lasted longer than 2 years.

Doc becomes desperate for any type of relationship, anything that will last, someone that will stay by his side, but with so many people leaving him behind, he has grown trust issues, he doesn't allow many people into his life for fear that they will hurt him.

But you were... different, you kept persuing this friendship, Doc couldn't understand why, why would anyone wanna be around him, but you keep going, for 1, 2 or maybe more years, you become something constant in his life, and as he finds out, he can't live without you.

You become the center of Doc's attention, his life revolves around you, He grows clingy cus he's afraid you'll leave if he doesn't show affection, he becomes possessive because of his fear of you leaving him for others, he grows desperate to just keep you around, his one connection, the only thing that anchors him and makes him feel worth anything.

Sooner or later Doc will kidnap you, he has grown so afraid of you leaving him that he can't think of any other choice but to do this, he'll apologize again and again, for the rest of his life if needed, but he will not let go, not while he still draws breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm truly so sorry, but I can't risk you leaving me behind as well, please don't hate me... I'm sorry"

Again, I feel like this need to be stated, this is not me, this is only what I imagine how I would be like as a yandere, thank you all for 1k followers, I hope you'll enjoy my future work as well.

I will post the next reward in a couple of hours

[weebsinstash]

I'm on my betrayal loving bullshit again thinking of some shit like, the typical hero plot where one lies to an ally to intentionally mislead them and keep them away from danger, but it's hidden under the guise of, something that can be REALLY shitty on the surface, and I'm thinking about a yandere coming to "collect" you after revealing the truth and you're all "oh, ok, I understand! I'm still staying here and not coming back with you though :)"

Batman showing up at your apartment, "listen I know I started voicing complaints and even initiated the vote to kick you from the Justice League BUT it was all part of my contingency plan, there was a mole in the League connected to Darkseid and--" and you just hit him with "ok great thats awesome good for you um, I destroyed my costume and threw it in the garbage and I'm an alcoholic now and also thanks for making me realize how much I hate myself and how I never belonged anywhere, you can go now ok thanks byeeee :')" and here therein commences the mass surveillance on your phone/house/walking routes/internet use/the inside of your bedroom--

Same idea twice really but, Miguel coming back from those one ideas I had, "hey, I'm sorry I kicked you out of the Spider Society because you weren't trying to date anyone in your universe, also maybe we fooled around a little and had mutual feelings and I broke your heart by kicking you out and trying to get you to date in your own universe, but it turns out canon isn't real, so, 👉👈🥺❤️?" and here you are, "oh cool, I wish you happiness with whomever you choose :) I'm glad I'm 'allowed' to be single since, you know, you proved to me i dont belong anywhere :)"

Gojo "I'm sorry I bullied you and called you weak when you wanted to go up against this one curse but it was actually way stronger than you and you would have died if I hadn't talked you out of it" Satoru standing there with disbelief as he sees you've gotten rid of anything to do with Jujutsu Tech (uniform, equipment, or otherwise), "being a sorceror is stupid. You were right, I'm NOT cut out for it. I think I want to settle down. I'm gonna give Nanami a call"

You gotta take the character that's totally down bad for you and have them absolutely break your heart and then when they come back for you and reveal, actually, they may have had an extremely good reason for doing so and never wanted to anyways, you're just like "actually you know what? You opened up deeper psychological wounds inside of me and fundamentally damaged me and I don't think I can be the same person you remember me as anymore" and leaving them DESPERATE to keep you, any version of you, in their lives at all costs

[ophelian-darling]

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞.

Yandere Diavolo x gn Reader.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Awakening in darkness, you witness a rough pleasure with no eyes by a devil.

TW(s): Kidnapping, Chaining, Blindfolding, Master/pet dynamic, Non-con, sexual content.

This is a NSFW piece, Minors/Ageless blogs DNI.

The demential voice within your mind echoed its morbose susurration, repeatedly and ad nauseam. for a second, you assumed that you were already dead , for you have never experienced such a frightening and swallowing obscurity that was similar to a one of a grave. Thankfully, the burning ache on your wrists alerted your nerves, reminding you that you were still alive, but not in the best wellbeing. 

Complying to your instincts , you did your best to move a muscle in your body - the pain was quick to rush through your limbs at your vain attempt to break free, forcing you to stop wriggling. 

a deep despair ate your heart : why are you like this and how did you end up like this ? a lot of questions bursted inside of your head and it only contributed to make your skull throb with an unendurable soreness . Even breathing was a struggle, you took every breath with a force, as if a heavy weight was placed on your chest .

most of your senses were almost shut down : your eyelids curtained your vision and nothing was visual,  except for that floating explosion on your irises . your skin was painfully restricted and burned by the familiar feeling of cool , hard Shackles ; tying your arms , waist , ankles and choking on your neck, preventing you from any lungful amount of air . The metallic taste on your tongue was unpleasant, the strong aroma of the red fluid fouling your nose and nauseating you .

Fair years of experience in battle and secret work taught you to rely on a single sense in critical situations. your listening was as sharp as a bat's and that sound of an approaching footsteps was unmistakably close. in a rush of thoughts, you came to a sole conclusion : you are currently kidnapped .

The heavy sound of the gate's clacking echoed through the cold air of the room as you tensed, heart drumming loudly to your ears and threatening to break your ribs . a step , then another and another... with each step you heard the louder your brain screams .

a sudden touch against your cheek made your skin crawl . Although it was gentle, you couldn't help the feeling of uneasiness and disquiet that dwelled in your abdomen .

It's only just begun.

The spiderlike, tickly digits floated on your skin and moved ponderously, eliciting a shiver from you at the soft sensation, yet in such a cruel way. the fingers stopped at your chin, pressed on it for a moment then tilted your head up with force . the back of your head bumped into the hard wall, adding more pang to your already abused body. 

The pathetic whimper that escaped your throat made your captor chuckle :a rich, deep and demoniac voice that paralyzed your brain . 

The aura of the figure in front of you was anything but natural. 

"I've waited too long to have you...My dearest pet" 

Before you could fully process the denotation of the appalling words, the hand that used to be gentle moments ago tore the veil on your eyes, exposing the upper half of your face to the chilly air, letting your eyelids uncover your orbs and catch the most horripilating image you've ever seen .

a sight of a globe of two lucific , emerald eyes that stared right into your soul. you've heard of many legends of Lilithian demons and lustful Incubi, however, you believed none of them until now . those odd eyes are not of a human , but a daeva's.

The man in front of you laughed at the pure terror your face showed, confusing you even more as you couldn't help but to stare in your weak position. 

"W-what are you ?" you managed to gain the rest of your mental strength to ask . His pink locks and dark lips finally had your attention when he smiled amusingly at you .

His palm moved from the side of your face to your neck, twitching his fingers teasingly before applying a suffocating pressure on your trachea as he spat "you'll come to know"

His hand left your throat, you didn't have the time to rejoice when his fingers ripped up the remaining cloth that warmed your body only a little , cutting from your chest and following the long tear to your thighs. the air stinged your exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise and your nipples to perk . your face heated at the realization that you're now almost nude for this monster's pleasure .

Disgust, humiliation and shame for being a mere plaything .

"Aren't you just a pretty thing… so pure and frail " his eyes devoured you shamelessly, enjoying his power over you and how vulnerable your small form was against his stalwart, bigger one .

"My dear Doppio was right, you'd make a wonderful slave "

Your eyes widened : Doppio ?! Doppio Vinegar ?! the man that was your partner in the same squad ?! how could someone who's idiotically sweet have a relation to a creature that appears to be from the depths of hell ? you had an eerie feeling about him in the beginning, but you pushed it aside, convincing yourself that the sudden flash in his childish eyes wasn't more than a hallucination. 

What if he -

The train of perplexed thoughts crumbled when he smacked his lips against yours forcefully, aching your front teeth and biting on your lower lip, a drop of blood oozing as a result of the sadistic act of lust. The intensity in what was supposed to be a kiss added a certain pain that wasn't meant to ache, the feeling of your gum being compressed and your lips wounded was oddly pleasurable to your own disgust and surprise. the voice of reason within your brain was shouting at you to remain sober and realize how much this is sickening. 

Te withdrew suddenly, letting you regain the lost Oxygen from the previous kiss . you tried to calm yourself and take each breath with care so you wouldn't cause yourself any more damage but failed, feeling like drowning with your ears ringing and head tingling painfully , a colorful display that coated your vision dizzyingly.

The expression on his face was camouflaged due to your eyelids drooping over your eyes, you  only felt his ghostly hands wandering down to your chest , stopping for a second before squeezing hard at the area, enjoying how it squished under his large palms . you tried to move away but the force on your neck reminded you of your place in this maladive predator and prey play . you were only able to move your hips and curl up your toes .

"Don't misbehave, little one" he warned, displeased at your attempt to get away. However, you kept on moving as a response to your instincts and the harsh treatment your chest received. 

One of his hands was raised, delivering you a harsh slap across the face, causing your movement to cease and your cheek to burn . His voice and height, the way he spoke to you like a master conveyed his authority and his dislike of repeating orders twice … you recognized a commander from their aura and he was definitely one.

Noticing your obedience, his face twisted into a pleased, maniac expression as he cooed "Good...such an obedient pet" 

His light tone was far from comforting, the praise he uttered sickened you . his fingers felt like blades as they ran down to stomach, then leisurely to your hips ; fondling them. you shook at what was coming next .

He carried your smaller form effortlessly while your back was still sticking to the cold wall , cupping a handful of your buttocks, the chains now straining at your feet more but loosening up a bit on your wrists .

The sly digits of the devil played with the tissue of your underwear . Your captor had the clear intention of teasing you as he pulled it down, with patience and slowness, eagerly watching your facial features and how they contorted into a weak, helpless mien. 

You didn't dare kick or scream (more like too tired to do so) as your body is being violated, nor it seemed you could do anything . you've detached from your body once he let his hot length in, educing a sharp sting that traveled from the bottom to the top and rested in the back of your head , throbbing with even more spasm. 

Your brain was completely empty, your corpse was moving on its own as it jumped up and down to meet each sloppy thrust he gave to your entrance. 

your senses were submerging - alongside your body - in the surreal pleasure . 

Never in your life felt so restless under your own skin . there weren't any exact words in the world that can describe the shatter within - it's like being a puppet : sightly, silent and soulless.

During the rush of internal screams and violent thoughts, a single phrase surfaced : even if this ended, there's still more to come .

a sudden wave of warm tingling and complete relief washed over you, many polychromatic shadows dancing in your vision through a blur of tears. you've reached heaven for a second, then miserably fell back to earth. you recovered some of your realization and thinking when warmth exploded inside you, accompanied by a long, deep groan from the man beneath. 

You didn't dare move nor make a sound, you just waited for his next action. After all, you had a hope - no matter how unrealistic this hope is - of being pitied by him, to get out of here and never return, to move on with a wounded existence, better than being trapped with him till death. 

His eyes met yours, the light of them was stronger after his climax. He loosened the squeezing grip on your bottom, allowing your feet to touch the ground again with the same painful feeling of metal on your frail skin .

you panicked as his hands reached to the back of your head, expecting another ruthless act of pleasure , but au contraire , he unclasped the collar on your neck, finally letting you pant and take back the air to your lungs.

"You were good for your boss, I shall reward you now" 

All of it sunk in now : Doppio was the reason why you are here now, the possessed gleam in his irises was real, as real as this man in front of you - your boss…

your blood ran cold at the realization that you were violated by Passione's head, and what was more breaking that every faith you had for freedom. 

Your own release is in death. 

[nevadancitizen]

-> 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.

[cumtastiics]

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.

[s0xmsstuff]

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?

[lovewithkarma]

Can u do parent figure flags with a child reader who has a similar backstory to "My Eyes Deceive" (rblx game btw and plantonic yandere)

My child

Tw: yandere, major mention of SA

The flags were on a mission , apparently there was this guy who got involved with the port mafia. The flags were told that "He stolen some of my antidote's and other medicine" by Mori.

Iceman was able to find out where he lived just by spying on him for less then a day. He got the flags all together and went to the man's house. Iceman was holding a cigarette while chūya kicked down the door.

They heard a man rushing from the basement. He basically ran to them, tripping his on two feet. He felt the eyes of 6 men on him, next moment there was screaming and crying...

Iceman was returning from the car, he locked the trunk so the man couldn't get out

While doc was looking for the medicine he saw the basement door trying to go up. The door was on the floor so Doc kneel down tempted to see what's inside. Right as he was about to open it -he saw a little pair of hands trying to open the basement door.

Pianoman was overlooking doc shoulder. He saw the little hands and was confused. Did he really have a child? Pianoman walked to doc an kneel down.

"Doc, did you just see what I just saw?"

"A child hands? Yeah"

By then all of them flags were around the basement door. Pianoman slowly open the door to see a little child trying to lift the door open.

"What are you doing little one?"

The flags were surprised by seeing a child.  pianoman lift you up and put you close too the flags.

" Dear? Are you alright? "

You seemed to be sensitive to the light as you put your hands over your eyes. That or you were crying.

"What do we do? We can't exactly leave her?"

Chūya Said looking at pianoman.

"Im not sure."

In the end the flags decided on a  plan to take you, clean you up and take you to a orphanage .

Pianoman told albatross to let you wear his sunglasses because of how sensitive you are to the light. As soon as he put his sunglasses on you -you looked confused. Not knowing what to do.

Pianoman lift you up and took you to the car. Pianoman had to calm you down as you cried and cried.

He made it too the car with you crying a little less.

----

Doc was in his office. He was done with checking if you were okay. What he found was horrifying . He then turn to you

"(Name) did your father ever..."

Doc mumbled under his breath

" how could i explain this to a child.. Maybe if gave them a paper..."

Doc handed you a paper of human body parts,asking you to show where your father touch you . When you pointed at the places his face went cold.

" I'll be back"

---

Doc, pianoman and Iceman were talking about what to do with (reader)

Iceman took his cigarette and raised it near his lips

" It's none of my business whenever they goes or stays "

" hm, I think we should let them stay for a bit longer before sending them to the orphanage"

Pianoman looked at doc

" So tell me, how was their exam? "

"It was going good at first, they seemed to be really timid and sensitive to light. However at the end I found something rather.. Disgusting"

Iceman and pianoman both found look at doc

" We found DNA in them "

"Oh, you don't mean-"

"I do. That man who we kidnapped is a child rapist"

" well what do we do now? We can't exactly keep them"

" No but we can keep them till their safe"

-

(Name) has been in the port mafia medical care for days now. Even though they have gotten better (physically ) doc didn't send them out. He claim (name) needed to stay for longer and him being the Port Mafia's Medical Supervisor Doctor medical nobody question him.

It wasn't like you couldn't just lay in peace while albatross was talking non stop to you. You laid there as he talked for hours without end.

At least doc was always there to help, whenever you glance at doc he was quick to kick albatross out.

" Leave the kid alone would ya "

Iceman did come from time to time, he would always bring a gift with him too. Coloring books and anything that didn't cause a mess. He would just be there sitting on the seat as you played.

" ... "

Lippmann was the same as albatross but way more calm. He was always talking about his new shows

" So (name) I got a offer as a -"

Pianoman always had a smile on his face, with a gift too. Usually a homemade one that was beautiful. He was skilled with his hands from what you could tell.

" dear I brought something I made just for you "

While you liked all of the gifts, you wanted to leave. You slowly got up and gently pulled his coat.

" when could I leave?"

"When your back to Heath (name)"

Doc said with a smile

" but I feel perfectly healthy"

" your medical reports doesn't say the same now get back to your bed before I make you take icky medicine"

" awh "

--

While days passed it had almost been a month since you were took by the flags. You wanted to be free and you were sick of the "hospital" so one night you sneak out of the room. All you saw was red walls with beautiful designs. You heard some noises coming from a room.

" We can't let them leave , do you know what doc found out what their father does to them!"

"Yeah, well their father isn't exactly with us right now. But I agree I mean what if they do the same in the orphanage "

" See? Even Lippmann agrees"

"Albatross, you're yelling-"

Pianoman stop his sentence as he heard glass breaking. Pianoman open the door then Everyone went quiet.

"Hello (name)"

[5eraphim]

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(Last updated: 6/1/2023)

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One shots ( ♡₊˚ = personal favorites) ✧˖ °

˙⊹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

[mci-writing]

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...

[invidiia]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ "baby, bang it up inside." 𖤐 yandere bsd flags // reader.

yandere bsd flags + the jealousy scale.

[ a/n ; hi guys djdjfj i am sosorry for not posting as much but here areee the flags! romantic yandere, for now until i get my next stuff done!! ]

[ warning ; jealous yanderes loll ]

PIANO MAN

piano man is a 6 of 10. he doesn't mind at all when you speak to others, but clearly gets incredibly jealous of the other flags when you speak with them.

LIPPMANN

lippmann is a 4 of 10. he knows no one could steal you from him. not that he has a big ego or anything, but why would you go for anyone but him anyway? no one can treat you as well as he treats you.

ALBATROSS

albatross is a 6 of 10. no matter how much he swears he's okay with you talking to the other flags, he always lets little thoughts of someone stronger or richer or cuter taking you away eating at him. before you know it, you're leaving the old world with him wrapped a hand around your waist and not letting go til you're home.

DOC

doc is a 5 of 10. he gets visibly jealous (after swearing up and down that he wasnt). probably pulls out tools on anyone who flirts with you lol, but he does act like he doesn't care that much

ICEMAN

iceman is an 8 of 10. he shamelessly gives the other flags a look for simply talking to you too long, and reaches for anything to attack someone with. shameless about it – he hates sharing.

[ a/n : jesus fuck i have no idea how to write romantic yandere flags. this is so ass ]

[biribaa]

I don't know if you've done this already, but I have short fic prompt! i have been IN LOVE with your yandere stray x s/o scenarios and I just can't help but ask, how would the yandere Outsiders be like in a poly relationship with a human s/o!! I feel like the four of them would know about each other's feelings and would try their best to keep anyone away from their s/o! Probably would have a hard time sharing in the beggining but oh well!!

sorry for the ramble though! thanks for the attention ☆☆

Yandere!Outsiders in a poly relationship with a human!Reader

First poly request, yahoo

TW/CW: Yandere behavior, mentions of death

Oh boy, the mess.

This was all Doc's idea, who came to the conclusion that they, responsible adults, would be responsible and share you! Clementine protested by threatening them all, Momo was desperate to lose you, Zbaltazar was already burdened by all "these idiots"(According to his words) and ended up agreeing with Doc. And after a huuuuge argument, which almost ended in fistfights because of Clementine, everyone agreed to share you.

In the beginning Zbaltazar had the idea of ​​making a routine of which day you will spend with each one, But Doc said that if you want to get used to them all, you'll have to get used to them all at the same time. Another argument ensued and it turned out that Zbaltazar's argument won.

I did this calendar myself did u liked it??

Momo, being the robot obsessed with you, was desperate to lose you thinking you'd rather be with others, so every second he does his best to make you satisfied.

On Tuesdays Clementine prefers to walk with you on the street, looking at the shops and having a few chats, nothing more than her arm always around your neck.

Doc is one of the most relaxed about the situation, he loves to make you laugh and making you have fun is his job. See how he's ten times better than those idiotic ones? Thinking they might have the right to touch you.

Doc always gives you a kiss at the end of the day to prove he's much kinder than the others :)

Zbaltazar(my beloved) is always speaking romantic words, always talking about your appearance, voice, personality. Always caressing your face so gently to delight you. And never ever let anyone have the nerve to try to talk to you. You are always in his arms :)

Friday is here, Momo is anxious, Clementine is steady, and Zbaltazar and Doc are calm but focused.

If you chose Clementine she would laugh in everyone's face lol

Momo's relief is huge when you choose him, he feels like he can hug you and never let go!

Doc is so happy when you choose him! He gives you such a tight hug and maybe even sets up a wonderful date for the two of you! And of course he sticks his tongue out at everyone, suckers.

Zbaltazar is very affectionate when you choose him, already giving you a kiss to start a new day in his arms while Zbaltazar whispers sweet words. This is much more better than the others, isn't it? Can Momo or Clementine do that for you?

Saturday and Sunday are a mess

With Momo trying to please, Clementine trying to hold you to her while Zbaltazar trying the same with Doc wanting you in his arms all at the same time it turns into chaos.

But after you protest after a fight between them, the four agree that it's much better if they try to work together for your good.

After all, with Clementine and Momo's brutality and Doc and Zbaltazar's plans, they definitely manage to eliminate people who stand in their way.

And here you are, with four companions madly in love with you, how did you get here?

The goofy image of you in a couch with all they together dont leave my head

[dearest-painter]

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

[lesinquietes]

Another peek at Thief chapter 32 🔥

Summary: As a psychologist at a psychiatric ward for villains, you’re used to encountering cruelty and treating trauma. But your days of freedom are unknowingly numbered when a new patient arrives. It’s then that you learn his compliance to your wishes comes at a hefty price — one you can’t possibly agree to. Dark AU.

Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x Paychologist!Reader

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“One hour and forty minutes until he awakens.” Mr. Compress announces, speaking of the devil. “We, ourselves, should also prepare to fight, if we plan to unleash him on this suburban utopia.”

“Fight?” Dabi clicks his tongue. “Why the hell did I have to get dragged into this?”

“Hey!” Twice pipes off. “Imagine if it was doc— er, Miss (f/n) — who got kidnapped! Wouldn’t you want us t’ help ya?!”

The flame villain wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you firmly against him. Blood rushes to your cheeks and you feel the pressure of something fluttering in your chest. To be flustered is to submit for real. You can’t believe you have to remind yourself that this man — no, this monster — could never hope to boast the title of your protector, let alone your lover.

“You think I’d let anyone lay a fucking hand on my woman?” He asks incredulously, a single eyebrow raised to depict his skepticism. “Don’t be an idiot.”

Shigaraki deadpans Dabi. There’s a peculiar expression on his face. It’s somewhere between mischievous and austere. He interjects into Twice’s emotional rebuttal.

“I laid a hand on her.” His velvet red gaze darts to you. “Didn’t I?”

You purse your lips. Why is he dragging you into this, simply to flex? Dabi hasn’t given you permission to speak,but if you could, you’d tell him it was against your will. In no universe would you let a man who’s killed countless lay a finger on you.

As if on cue, your assailant nudges you. You glance up. His icy irises spear you like wild game, pinning you in place. He isn’t amused.

“Answer him.”

You didn’t expect that.

You don’t break eye contact with Dabi when you respond to Shigaraki. You’re too afraid to undermine him. He won’t reprimand you this second, but if you survive, he’ll make you wish you died for your sins on this battleground.

“Yes.”

His grip on your waist tightens. It’s an indication that he’s angry. He can barely stop his nails from digging into your flesh. He knows he has to focus on the mission, but he has to address this first. You take priority.

“You were too much of a pussy to fuck her.” He regards Shigaraki smugly. “Guess you didn’t wanna embarrass yourself by busting a nut in less than a minute.”

You cover your mouth with a quivering hand.

Toga squeals.

Spinner chokes.

Mr. Compress ejects a long, exasperated sigh.

It’s a rancid insult. Not only does it emasculate his boss, it dehumanizes you.

[carnivorousyandeere]

Why can't Dae-Hyun be real I'm literally here in Korea with my strap-on ready waiting for him

*Dae-Hyun sends you his address with a wink emoji, along with a naked selfie where he’s spreading his legs*

[spaceless-vacuum]

imagining a story where you save one of the yandere!triforce members. You think nothing about it at the time, it was just something to be done for a traveler in need. Very quickly they learn that you had no idea how they were and the way you brush off the interaction is odd. You rush in, defeat the monsters, and then ask for nothing in return. Just going back to your day. They try to figure out what happened in your perspective or if there's anything more you were trying to convey.

Nope! Just the reader doing their good deed for the day and then moving on with their life.

However the one you saved has different ideas.

(this is especially more interesting with a hylian!reader who saved Ganon. You spend some time with him not knowing who he is for whatever reason. Maybe you genuinely start to think of him as nice only to be hit by the realization of who he is and what's going on once he reveals he plans on kidnapping you.)

[yandere-daydreams]

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.