#yandere fern

[jweekgoji]

Yandere! Fern/Reader.

I'm not dead! Just busy with drawing and obsessing over AT this time. Hope you will forgive me for disappearing and appearing with new stuff after a few months. 😔 Warming up, so just small headcannons this time.

work includes: basically yandere themes, small mentions of kidnapping, manipulative behavior, Fern affected by grass demon.

Fern is literally the best yandere in Adventure Time, prove me wrong! His whole “You're going to live here. You're going to be fine” while trapping Finn in this dungeon, having only dirt and garbage as some sort of food... that's cute. He tried, at least. Babies' first kidnapper steps!

Fern is a complex person, he tries to act like Finn, being the hero everyone needs and loves, the grass boy probably would expect from you a lot of reassurance that he is doing the RIGHT thing, that he is doing ,, hero stuff,, better than Finn.

At some point, the more you assure him of his delusional thoughts, the more delusional he gets. He loves how you spoon-feed him with the idea, that you really prefer him to Finn. I think that that would lead him to be even more cruel towards Finn, constantly showing off in front of the other boy like, “Ha! Saw that?! They love ME more than YOU!”

If you show some sort of interest in Finn, whether it's just helping out each other, talking or... just Finn looking in your way, Fern would feel absolutely jealous. He probably has thoughts that «He is trying to steal them away from me" that are in his mind 24/7, Finn might state from time to time that he is not interested in you at all and probably won't 'steal ' you away from him.

Would he believe in it? No.

I believe that Fern is the type of yandere who would treat the person he adores with extra care, even admitting that you are his favorite among all the people he knows. He's actually pretty needy and clingy, as long as you give him the love and attention he needs, but If only you stopped giving it to him, be ready that he would not let it go easily.

His first reaction would be “Wait, what? I thought we were having a good time together” , holding your hand just to stop you from pulling away. The slight fear and sadness in his eyes are visible, what did he do wrong? He's the problem, right? How could he fix it?

Reassure him all you want; give him different versions of why you need to leave him for 2 minutes so badly; that won't work. In such a state, deep in his mind, he doesn't listen to your words. He groans in frustration, ripping grass from his own head, only for it to regenerate in seconds.

Fern fumes in anger, just yelling out everything that appears in his mind. Just angry thoughts about how unfair it is that he can't be enough for you to just leave everything and spend all your time with him. Of course, he is not enough, he is just a shadow of someone so popular and loved that he doesn't stand a chance to even try and win you over.

The only way to deal with his tantrums is just to wrap your arms around him tightly, give him a good squeeze, and lead him outside to enjoy a warm, sunny day. He would make a fuss and hiss like a stray cat, only to relax and lean against you. Maybe he does manipulate you this way, but it's hard to understand whether he actually knows what he is doing or just acts on his impulses. I think, at first, he really just expressed his frustration like that and stuff, but when he noticed the way it works against you, he would do it again and again.

This grass demon thing is really fucking up his mind badly. He would be the type of yandere that grows from someone really sweet and innocent, he still needs a lot of time to understand who he really is. Fern has the same memories as Finn, but still acts shy and nervous about the idea of dating or just being close with someone. But sadly, no matter how much Finn would try to teach him how to be a good hero and be his own person, Fern would not be afraid to use violence when it was needed.

[bunnis-monsters]

Some I have already finished and some I don’t.

[ringdabel]

Baby

[maleyanderecafe]

Have you played Little Fern (by Crimson Clover Studios)? The yandere, Sawyer Huerta, is a “soft” yandere in that he’d (canonically) never hurt the person he’s in love with. One of the endings in particular was pretty surprising considering he’s canonically a yandere.

After five billion years of pushing back these asks, I finally got to playing Little Fern. It's a short little game that's pretty cute, though I was expecting it to have a bit more. Like maybe and extras page or like a secret ending would be cool? Anyways, this game has about five different endings, all of which are, in some way, a good ending for the MC.

The story starts out with the MC going to the gas station to buy some snacks. They had just had a fight with their partner and needed a way to cool off. Upon going there, they find out that their favorite snack is gone, and are about to leave, but not before they are interrupted by Sawyer, who has the last bag.

If they let Sawyer have the last bag, they'll go back to their car. However, as they're about to drive off, Sawyer gets into the car and sits in the passenger seat. He talks to them about how nice it was to meet the MC and how they'd like to hang out more.

If the player kicks him out of the car, he will leave sadly and the MC ends up going back home. The MC's partner ends up berating and abusing the MC until they go to smoke. The MC falls asleep feeling tired of this life. The next day, they go to the park to calm themselves down, but not before they notice that their partner is not in their apartment. While there, the MC almost trips and is caught by Sawyer. The MC is a bit hesitant to see Sawyer but they end up talking. Sawyer ends up giving them a gift, asking them to open it after they eat. The MC ends up obliges and after eating their meal, opens the box, only to find a tooth and a note. The note is from Sawyer, stating that no one will ever hurt them again.

If the player indulges him, Sawyer will ask them out on a date to which the player accepts. They end up going home and waking up the next day, almost late for their date. They run out, not really realizing that their partner isn't there and ends up meeting Sawyer at the park. The two of them try to decide what to eat, and Sawyer flirts with them.

Whether or not the MC decides to reveal that they have a partner, the date will go as planned, however, Sawyer will mention that they shouldn't have to deal with their partner as they are abusive. The MC realizes that Sawyer shouldn't know any of this and checks their messages on their phone. They see a picture of their partner, dead with their face beaten in.

If the MC decides to accept this, they will take his hand and they think about their new life they have, not having to deal with their partner any longer.

If the MC decides to not, they will push Sawyer away, leaving him behind. While they don't know where to go, the MC decides that they will be able to live happily.

If the MC begs Sawyer to give them the bag, they will state that they will do anything, leading to Sawyer asking them on a date. The MC agrees happily as they are extremely sick of their partner and the two decide on a date at the park. While going home, the MC accidentally wakes their partner up, to which the two of them start fighting. The fighting escalates until the partner forces them to sleep, leading to the MC going to be frustrated. The next day, the MC wakes to the sound of furniture breaking, and finds that Sawyer has entered the house and is beating the partner to a pulp. Sawyer smiles at the MC stating that he needs to finish this before the can go on a date, leading to him knocking the partner unconscious. After this, Sawyer brings the MC to his motorcycle to where they leave everything behind, happily living a good life now that they know their abusive partner can't get them.

As I've said, this game is a lot shorter than what I thought it would be only having about five endings and there are a lot of things that aren't really explained that I feel could be nice for an extra scene with the characters, like for instance how Sawyer first started stalking the MC (as he did know that their partner was abusing them) or how the MC and the partner initially came together or even extending on what happened at the end of one of the endings. To me, at least it felt a little short considering the price and I think it would have been nice to see a bit more to what happened in the endings.

The game is pretty interesting in that the MC does have a partner (albeit abusive) which is something that you don't really see in these types of games. It is also interesting to see how the MC was abused in the game, not being able to escape their partner as they hold pretty much all of the power in the relationship, knowing that they can't really go anywhere as the partner is paying for everything. It feels... oddly realistic, so it's likely based off of real life experiences (which is unfortunate), though regardless, all endings end with Sawyer getting rid of them in one way or another.

This game does feel like very strong escapism from an abusive relationship, with all endings leading to the partner either being dead or very strongly injured. The fact that the MC so easily decides to even date Sawyer on one of the endings proves the fact that they are just so sick of their partner. While Sawyer isn't the type of yandere to hurt the MC, I feel like the way that there's still enough cause for the MC to be a little worried about this random guy that they met in a gas station. Like I said, the MC is probably pretty sick and tired of their partner, so literally anyone would be better, but... they weren't even like, a bit afraid when they saw Sawyer in their apartment? Bashing their partner's head in? Like, even if they literally didn't care about their partner, not even the violence part stunned them? They just accepted that this was happening and assumed that Sawyer could never end up like their old partner despite what they just saw? I understand that again, the MC is just incredibly sick and tired of their partner, but they kind of just... accept it, never even calling the police on someone who has done something so violent. I think in some of the endings, the partner doesn't even die, so that would possibly mean that they might still try to chase after Sawyer and the MC to get revenge on them.

Sawyer, while violent, is still on the light side for a yandere. They (seemingly) stalked the player for a bit, learning about their abusive partner, probably planned meeting them inside of the gas station and even just...went into their car to ask them to hang out. They seem to only hurt the people who have hurt the MC, and probably has also been in a similar abusive relationship in the past (at least from what I can tell) which is why he might have such a sympathy for the MC overall. Again though, we are still missing details on for instance how Sawyer first fell in love with them as well as the possible encounter for fighting the partner in the endings where we don't see it. I think it would be nice to see more of his story if possible.

There was a tumblr blog for ccloverstudios at some point, however, it as of current seems to be deleted (along with the twitter account) so unfortunately if some of those questions were answered in asks from that account, then I'm no longer able to read them (unless I can find someone else they've been reblogged from). Still, an interesting game to see and play through overall, though I do wish that there were more to it.

[urfaveisayandere]

Fern Sevilla from Pokémon Reborn is a yandere!

Requested by anonymous!

[cloudedwonder]

yandere stalker! oc x reader ──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

he wasn’t all that bad.

at night he’d cradle you, enveloping you in a scent of macadamia and honey. he’d wrap his arms around you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you fell asleep. he told you he loved you, and sometimes you’d believe him.

he always waited for you to fall asleep first. once you’d done so, he would entertwine your fingers together, caressing your palm and laying his head against your forehead before letting himself fall asleep.

you asked him why he had chosen you. he responded and told you that it wasn’t him who chose you, but his heart. he told you that it was destiny that kept the two of you together, and part of you wondered if he saw truth in his words.

you came to realise that he was quite a simple being. provided he felt you were giving him enough attention he wouldn’t be so annoying. clingy, yes, but it stopped him from hurting others. you were his medicine, he told you, and though at first it had scared you to hear it slowly began to sound more endearing.

you knew small things about him. he told you that his name was fern, that his favourite form of writing was poetry. you asked him if he wrote any, and he told you that he did so often. when you had asked to see, he presented a book filled to the brim with handwriting so messy that you couldn’t read. he had cried once he realised, pleading forgiveness and promising to change his ways.

he was obsessed with the sound of your voice. you didn’t speak to him much, but when you did he would pause for a moment, his face lighting up. he’d beg you to say things some times, clinging to your leg and asking to be told he was your love. he wanted to hear you call him by his name, to feel as though the title was a gift given by you. ──★ ˙🧷 ̟

[azen13]

Hello

might I request the grass ring for purchase?

A Promise To Keep

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Grass Ring: A small, shoddily-woven ring made from dead grass, containing echoes of childhood promises uttered in a land of frost. Maybe the ring’s maker, after disappearing from the world for three months before returning, acted on those vows.

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CW: Yandere Themes, Kidnapping, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Implied Murder, Blood

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Snezhnayan summers are always brief and fleeting. For only a few weeks a year, gray skies part like curtains to let the smiling sun gaze over every mile of the land of frost. Withered fields of grass sway with new vigor, trees awaken from their winter slumber, and flowers bloom in all sorts of stunning shades and hues. It’s also one of the few respites you have from aiding your father and siblings in tending to the house. With the icy waters bordering Morepesok rapidly thawing, the ship your mother sails has finally docked; with her return comes both the occasional small sack of Mora sneakily smuggled from her pocket to yours, as well as a gentle push to go and enjoy the fair weather while it lasts.

With windmilling limbs, you scramble out the front door into the bustling streets of town, and head off to your favorite place. It’s a little past where the dirt path ends: over a fallen tree, down a ravine, back up the other side, and just to the right of the raspberry bushes. Making your way through the last few trees, you find yourself in a quaint clearing. For a moment, you think the world is frozen in amber–both from the tranquility you feel, and how everything from the tallest tree to the smallest fern is bathed in a gilded glow.

“Hi there!”

A squeaky voice shatters the illusion of permanence and manages to make you stumble backwards until you slam into a sturdy spruce tree trunk. Looking into the tall grass, you manage to spot a single sapphire blue eye, then another. With a rustle, a flame of ginger hair and a grin that could span the whole of Teyvat pops out from the brush, framed by a speckling of freckles. “Who are you? What are you doing here? My name’s Ajax, what’s yours?” The boy practically pelts you with a myriad of questions, eyes sparkling with interest.

You mumble your name in response, eyes falling down in fear and disappointment. You had hoped to enjoy some time soaking in the solitude of this little slice of paradise, but the journey seems to have been all for naught. 

You quickly learn the entire life story of Ajax, who follows you home after you tell him you had gotten lost in the woods. He lives in Morepesok with his large family, he likes adventuring, and he likes fishing with his father. Also, he likes you, evidenced by the fact that he won’t leave you alone.

Tailing from behind, still rambling incoherently about all sorts of things, Ajax doesn’t seem to take the obvious hints that you want to be left alone. “...and the fish we caught was THIS big! A-and me and my dad brought it home, and my little sis–I told you about Tonia, right? She’s my younger sister, she’s about this tall and she really likes…” His mouth is a never-ending river of words that only ceases when you slam the door to your home shut.

Hopefully you can go tomorrow and enjoy the warm summer sun before the chill of winter returns once more.

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He’s there when you come tomorrow again. And the next day. And the day after that, until eventually, summer’s brief stint has faded away, only to return in a year. At least, you think, you won’t have to ever see Ajax until.

How wrong you are.

It seems the boy is practically camped outside of your house, watching your every move. If you’re carrying groceries, he’s quick to sidle next to you and take them into his own hands. He must think he’s being chivalrous, but you disagree. You try to fight the constant barrage, but find yourself crumbling under it after a while. You start answering his questions, asking some of your own, even. He’s not horrible, just a little overeager.

Soon, you’re happy to call Ajax a friend.

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The promise is made on a brisk fall evening, snow and leaves blanketing the ground like a patchwork quilt of white and orange. The two of you sit in a small clearing surrounded by tall grass; you’re reading a book while Ajax breaks blades of grass and fiddles with them in his hands.

“We should get married.”

You frown and close your book. “Why?

“Why not?”

“Because we’re thirteen, your dad doesn’t like me, and my parents think you’re a weirdo,” you say.

Ajax huffs and crosses his arms. He’s pouting, but you can tell it’s just to cover his amusement. You’d both gotten good at that–reading each other like books, able to point out your favorite chapters and lines. “Well we could do it in secret. Or even do it when we’re older,” he says. An epiphanic look flashes on his face, and he snatches a few more blades of grass. Tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration, you watch as he weaves and contorts the grass until they form a small ring. 

With eyes full of starlight, he presents the ring to you. “C’mon, please? Just promise me.”

You sigh and hold your hand out. “Okay, okay, fine. If you’ll stop being so annoying, sure.” Immediately, he slides the ring on your finger, boyish glee dancing in ocean-blue eyes. “Pinky promise?” He demands, holding his pinky finger out expectantly.

Of course Ajax would ask to pinky swear on it. The boy always kept his promises.

“Fine.” You loop your pinky around his for a moment, before letting go. “Now let me get back to reading.”

Ajax only laughs, though his eyes stay glued on you.

You didn’t realize that this was both the last time you would ever see Ajax again, and the moment your fate in life was sealed.

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Days later, you receive the news. Ajax is missing. Supposedly he had gotten lost in the woods. You spent the next few days in a perpetual state of distress, constantly tearing through branches and brambles, desperate to find your friend.

It didn’t take long until he’s found, though not by you. The moment you hear, you race over to his house and knock on the door. Ajax’s dad, however, is the one to greet you. He’s a tall, lanky man with scars that cut through his face and a permanent scowl marring his cracked lips. At the sight of you standing outside his door, his ire only deepens. “Ajax isn’t here. He’s with the Fatui.” 

With that, he swings the door shut and lets it slam only inches from your face.

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Time moves on,  and you let your life take its course. You take up a job planning shipping routes for merchants, and find yourself falling in half-hearted love with a sailor. 

He’s a good man. But he is not the man you love.

Soon enough, encouraged by family and friends, a ring is slid on your finger. It’s a simple band of silver, yet it feels like a chain around your heart.

You accept your life for what it is. That is, until one morning, you wake up to still air beside you instead of a warm body. Unknowing of what has actually happened, you get up quietly and begin getting ready for the day. 

After putting on some clothes, you go to the small foyer of your little home, ready to go down to the docks and start working. But when you swing open the door, dull blue eyes as deep as the sea meet yours, a monstrous grin splitting a stranger’s face open. “Aw, it’s been so long! It’s so good to see you.” The man walks past you into your home as though he’s lived there his whole life. As he walks, you notice he’s trailing something in behind you.

Blood. It’s blood. When he turns back to face you, you notice droplets of blood speckled on his cheeks like freckles. He’s still smiling.

“Get out of my house,” you say.

“Or what?”

You hesitate. It’s not like Morepesok has an official police, or even anything close to a militia. “Or I’ll scream.”

The stranger’s smile melts away like snow under the sun, and he steps closer to you. “Don’t you remember who I am?” He asks. 

At the sight of you shaking your head, and you taking another step away from him, the stranger tsks and stalks forwards. A hand moves forward, so fast all you can see is a blur of motion before it captures your jaw, claims it. Its fingers force your face forwards, straight into those storming eyes. “What a shame,” the man sighs, his other hand slinking behind your back. “We made a promise, darling.”

His words shoot like icicles into your heart, rendering you speechless for a moment. “A-Ajax?” You murmur, body beginning to fall limp. The only thing holding you upright are his hands, firm against your skin.

Ajax smiles, but it isn’t a sweet smile of summer innocence. His smile is jagged and icy, full of frost. “It’s me,” he confirms. You can vaguely see mirth swimming in his eyes, as though he thinks you’re so shocked to see him, so elated to know he’s still here. But in truth, you’re terrified. After all, it’s not exactly a challenge to make the connection between the blood on Ajax’s cheek and your missing husband.

“Did…did you?”

“Come on, darling,” Ajax responds, sweeping you off your feet into a bridal carry. “We made a promise, didn’t we? And you know how the saying goes.” The man chuckles quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We made a promise. And you broke it.” For a moment, you feel fear unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. “But don’t worry. I know that you didn’t want to marry him. You were waiting all those years for me, weren’t you?” He presses another kiss to your head, holding you closer.

You try to speak, but Ajax shushes you. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you what real love looks like.” With a steady gait, he begins walking outside, looping around your home to where a carriage is waiting. Gently, he brings you inside and deposits you on a bench. His eyes are full of hunger.

“That’s a promise.”

[quaritchsbunny]

Tsu’tey as a Yandere - 1/2 (hc styled fic)

Wc: 4.8k Warnings/Tags: tsutey x f!Reader, human!reader, yandere behavior, stalking, obsessive behavior, tsu’tey is a bit scary here, traditional yandere kidnapping, Jake makes a cameo, Tsutey refers to the reader as mate. A/N: So uh.. I dont know why the full thing ended up being 8k either but enjoy this first part (this is one of the most mid things i’ve written ever but)

Extremity Scale: 4/5

Type of Yandere:  Overprotective, desperate, violent (not to reader), slightly manipulative

-The forest of pandora gives, endlessly, mercily, and without seeking in return as long as the energy of life is respected and cycled properly

-Bioluminiscent ferns lit the trodden soil in the cool nights, guiding ways to hunts, hometree, waterfalls, and spirit trees alike, animals graze on the herbous plants that made themselves home to the forest floor, age old trees and forests that served to harbor navi, young viperwolves, pandora gives and gives, only taking what was necessary for survival

-And so does a particular warrior of the Omaticaya Clan

-Tsutey was no rookie to the cycle of sacrifice and giving in the life of a navi

-He had given everything to be the sculpted, skilled, and scorn sigma he is now

-Climbing through the piles of tasks, waking up before the dawn everyday to dedicate his every breath to the clan, muscles trained to protect even if eyes were closed in deep sleep

-Ever since completing his coming of age trials, the tribe held no candidate for the next olo’ekytan other than the overachieved young man that had rose through the ranks like it was his destiny to be the best, at everything and anything

-Whether it was direhorses, ikrans, or even thanators, the creatures of pandora bowed at his will and he was able to tame his first ikran at the record setting age of 8

-His physical ability was no surprise either, the young man who hunted with the accuracy of the eye from eywa, though never taking more than the clan needed

-His loyalty to the omaticaya was also unmatched, always the first to lead a hunt, offer his share of food to a young navi, training adolescents, taking up any dangerous risky situations in the name of assistance

-He gave his all in absolutely everything he did, his heart pumped beats of dedication to his clan, strong arms working to hunt and support the people he loved, mind laid down solely on the purpose of serving his community, giving, giving, and giving more

-It was his nature, and though he seemed like an intimidating, judgemental man in the eyes of other members of his clan, he never complained about doing what he had to for his home

-However, it seemed that the more Tsutey gave to the world, the more they took from him instead

-Draining him of passion with piling the responsibilities, looking eyes, and hovered breath on the next olo’ekytan in line 

-Suddenly, the kill he brought back from hunts didn’t seem enough, hungry eyes always seem to ask for more, more, more

-Suddenly, more and more tasks were layered on to him with no specific reason

-At first, they only took his energy, his loving nature towards the clan became more of a scorned pain as he dutifully agreed to risk his life over and over again

-The tasks eventually drained him of the humble, dedication he had clung to over the years, his pride only settling in the growing reliance and place of authority and respect he rose to be in the clan, because the members themselves didn’t exactly see much other than that

-While others his age were able to scamper about finding mates, he was stamped day and night at posts in the forest acquiring materials for the people

-But what could he do? It was for the greater good, and in any way, who would step up to do it if it wasnt him? If it wasn’t the prodigy warrior of the forest clan who was much too good to be true?

-Then when the sky people began to settle, everything began to be snatched from the corner of his eye

-It all began to collapse with the damned avatar, Jake Sully, strolling into the tribe Tsutey had sustained and supported with his bare hands for years and accepted without much of a protest from anyone in the tribe

-He had to give more and more, investing in a person he didn’t even want, training him, leading him to tame his ikran

-Before he could even prove his point of the avatar being an infiltrator by demonstrating to the clan, the newbie had snatched his promised mate, neytiri, right away from him

-Truthfully, tsutey knew deep down he and neytiri didn’t feel anything for each other besides mutual respect, but this was a hard blow from the hard resolve he had been holding onto since life began to drain him

-It seemed unfair, even a sky person could find a mate in a little less than 3 months, what contributions had Jake even made to the clan other than clumsily stumbling through hunts? All Jake was is another taker, another person who relished in the harbor of the home tsutey fought to protect, gave everything for, taking everything without appreciation

-Tsutey was tired of it, drained after neytiri announced her and jake’s union, he was done

-He was done with giving

-He was done with the rituals he dedicated himself for in the greater good of the tribe

-His heart still pumped loyalty, but his heart was also tired

-Tired giving and giving with no return.

-Maybe it’s his turn to take something. For his own. 

-After all, he deserves it more than anyone

Tsutey’s trudging through the forest, arrow in hand even though he didn’t intend to hunt anything. He wanted to take something, out of spite, just to prove that he can own something, something that belongs to him. Take something instead of giving himself out until he’s hollow. Show that he didnt have to be the sacrificial honorable clan warrior he always takes on. 

God, when was the last time he’s been in the forest for a purpose other than for serving the tribe?

Lost in his thoughts, he stopped marching through the soil angrily.

He had been stomping on the grounds that gave him life, gave him everything, the air he breathes, the fruits he savors, and now he’s taking his anger out on the forest for the stress he’s been feeling

Staring into the muddy reflection in the water, he sees eyebags, cracked face paint for the most recent hunt, bright free strands of air tinted red at the end looking distressed

The bright pandora night vibrates around him, as he takes deep breaths and continues pacing onto “his spot”

The spot he went to unwind and relax before Jake sully came, before life seemed to take more and more from him. After a bit of sidetracking and remembering paths, he arrived

However, something wasn’t right

He inspected the moss surrounding the area, still green and vibrant, the tree branches, though now longer, still extended from the same angle from the main trunk, what is it?

He took a deep breath to process before it hit him. A scent. But not just any scent, a human scent

His blood boiled, finally, he had came to his spot to relax and unwind and even that's being taken away from another sky person

Another one? Did Sully send an extra spy?  He thought scornfully as he quietly trailed the scent

Stepping closer and closer until it was certain to be near, tsutey narrowed his lime colored eyes, four nimble fingers running against the auburn of the wood cylinder on his arrow. Searching for a small frame that smelled of soft cotton until he spotted you. He gulped. 

He softened a bit at your dress, instead of cargoes and thick vests that the human warriors wore with their heavy firearms and came to suck Pandora dry of its resources, you were wrapped in a crisp lab coat, the same kind his childhood teacher who taught him english - Dr Augstine-  used to wear. He could see your back, as you were hunched over on the ground, delicate hands trembling as stray locks fell from the messy scrunchie ponytail you held your hair in as some strands were held under the snug band of a camera around your neck.

A scientist? Tsutey pondered, pupils dilating as he snuffed out your scent, trying to distinguish it under the blouse that fit you snugly.

God, you were all wrapped up in unnecessary layers of sky people layers like a gift for him. And oh god did he wanna take you.

With the grace and expertise of a trained warrior, he stepped closer without making a sound, ears tipping towards your direction to pick up signs of why you were laying on the ground

Suddenly, his senses picked up a strong punch of blood, he gulped as he realized it, a small patch of red under your arm that spread through the pristine white of your lab coat. But it wasn’t your blood.

He tilted his head to catch a hint of a pali (direhorse) foal, bleeding out as one of it’s small hooves caught painfully onto a split branch, you had pulled it out and were now wrapping it’s hooves 

His heart tingled as you cooed softly, admiring your gentleness as your fingers curled around hoove, pressing the human gauze into the wound as you layed down, wet soil mulching into the flappy ends of your lab coat as you treated the foal

Oh never in his navi life had he wished so desperately for eywa to take his soul and put it in the injured direhourse, he wanted to feel this cotton sky girl’s touch, your gentle fingers that ran across the deep injuries he stuffed away to give endlessly to others. 

Never in his navi life had he been so grateful to have his sharper senses, and exceptional eyesight, built to sculpt out the tiniest of movements in the dim nights on pandora even without bioluminiscent plants helping, it was the reason why he was basically a arms length away from you but can smell you, see you, and just almost feel you like you were next to him. Where he was so sure you belonged

That was when Tsutey decided to take you

Well, not immediately, and definitely not because of the way his world seemd to melt and his instincts sharpened to smell you, hear you, and god- he imagined touching you.

He closed and eyes and imagined it, splitting resolutions of holding you underneath him, your pretty little body, so much smaller than his, biting into your lab coat as he mated and-

No, that's not why he decided to take you

He obviously only wanted to observe you as a potential prisoner of war and another alien sky person he can bring back to the tribe to show how the invasive species have been encroaching more

That’s exactly why he decided to silently move boulders around your path, gritting his teeth as he lifted the heavy rocks three times his size, silently gliding through the lush forest and blocking every possible way you had to reach the RDA lab or even contact them again, creating a nice enclosed radius so that he can observe this prisoner of war (charged for stealing his heart)

After the inital trap was set. He waited. You seemed to finally come to your senses to let the foal heal on its own when the night settled matte black around you

His heart pierced with thrill as he began to smell your panic, your widened eyes and your useless flimsy arms that tried to push over the boulders a certain navi warrior planted to capture you (what were you thinking? You couldn’t move these without the strength training tsutey had from wrestling ikrans, silly girl)

After a while, you and the pali foal both lay down in the opening of “his spot”, which was an intimate cave, decorated by tsutey’s memories with the vibrant yellow paint on the stone walls. 

Even in a threatening situation, your eyes stayed glued on the foal, muttering in fluid english under your breath about it’s “adolescence” and “need for its mother” as you took off the crimped ivory hair band that bound your now dissheveled hair, wrapping it around the foal’s 

Hmm, maybe Tsutey wouldn’t immediately take bind you and take you back to the tribe, not because he was getting soft for you, but clearly because the foal needed more treatment

His heart almost swells in pride, finally seeing someone take care of Pandora with the same hospitality it gave, with the same hospitality tsutey gave. What else could he possibly do? You were so helpless and he was the only one who could possibly help you in this situation!

That night, he found himself in a trance, tail swatting against the cave happily as he watched you sleep after you took pictures of the foal for documentation (funnily enough, you wanted photo evidence to show your coworkers back at the lab, like you were ever gonna see them again), when he heard soft puffs of air from your nose becoming slow and steady, he decided to take the pali foal back

He tread carefully, until he gently uncurled the foal from you, its hoove still wrapped in your scrunchie. 

He had made the smallest move in his boulder, dropping the foal off at the nearest direhorse den before rushing back to you. His heart beat with the unfamiliarity of taking something, so unapologetically, so fearlessly, but everything felt so right. The scrunchie that had been wrapped loosely around the foal’s hoof was now clean of blood and bound tightly around his own wrist, the ivory color complimenting his azure skin 

By the time he made it back to the cave, the morning eclipse had risen, light slowly pouring into the mouth of the cave. He watched slowly as you woke up, panicked when you didn't see the foal anymore. You groan, the sore in your shoulder from sleeping on the stone floor of the cave becoming stronger as you stand up. Still dazed and slightly panicked as you made your way around, uslessly pushing the stone boulders that remainedl stiff and restricting. You had given up on leaving, and instead curled up on the forest floor, sighing as fat tears rolled down your cheeks. What have you gotten yourself into? Is this what you deserved for helping out like an idiot? All you wanted was to nurse the poor foal and guide it to safety like a decent human. You had no means of communication with the RDA or the lab, and now you’re stranded all alone without even a source of water or someone to talk to.

Well, while you might’ve been right about having someone to talk to, you definitely weren’t alone.

Tsutey frowned when he smelled the saltine tears and heard your sniffs. Had he messed something up already? He was doing a huge favor for you! You were just a bit too overwhelmed to see it. Was it so bad for him to seperate you from those resource hungry humans that couldn’t possibly appreciate your kindness and generosity towards Pandora like he did? Questions raced through his mind, and unfortunately he knew exactly who to ask. And he quietly tread out, the slight crunch of a boulder moving unnoticed as you lay on the ground, scared and lonely. His poor mate! She’s all worked up, clearly she hasn’t ever had someone court her in such privacy, maybe she needs some food to calm down, that's it!

Tsutey sprinted his way back to hometrree , swinging by his hut for the briefest second and giving a sleep deprived scowl as he got the biggest straw basket he could find. On his way out, he pushed aside any adolescents pestering him for training lessons and respectably denied any hunt leads with a shallow bow of his head, not giving them a drop of attention of time.

Tsutey had just gotten to the base of hometree, arms clad with a basket full of fruits and a canteen of water before a familiar, english dialect infected voice sounded. “Tsutey, hold on!” the newly mated Sully scampered forward, awkwardly holding out his five fingers for a handshake as if he didn’t already know navi didnt like those

Tsutey turned the other cheek, not wanting to waste more of his darling's time on the awkward conversation that was sure to follow with the avatar. 

“Listen, I just wanna say I never knew you and Neytiri were-” Tsutey huffs impatiently, red strands hitting the side of his cheek as he looks to him

“It doesn’t matter Sully, I don’t care anymore” Tsutey says, feet already taking him down the path to the forest

“H-hey wait, whose scrunchie is that?” Jake calls out, fingers around tsutey’s wrist as it caressed the distinctly human design of a hairband

Tsutey nearly swung the basket at Jake's face when he felt fingers touch something so precious, the only possession he had from his mate. “God, Sully, planning to steal my actual mate from me now?” the words came out without filter, and he can see Sully’s amber eyes widen as the words computed

“What?” The avatar exclaimed in full english, numb fingers falling from the scrunchie as Jake blinked his eyes hard as if he was hallucinating the conversation

Tsutey rolled his eyes, he knew he shouldve just got going instead of talking

“Well, since you’re here anyways, mind telling me some human friendly pandorian fruits or anything that can make them more comfortable?” It wasn’t a request, more of a demand as Tsutey picked the canteen of water off the ground and into the basket again

The dumbstruck avatar shook his head “Wait- Tsutey- who even”

“I’ll answer after you tell me what a human scientist female’s favorite fruit can be”

With Jakes help, Tsutey was able to acquire a makeshift blanket, which Jake had emphasized was very important for humans and their comfort in sleep, some pandorian fruits similar to popular earth fruits, and Jake even helped Tsutey write a note in English to go in the basket full of goodies to comfort your captivity status

Jake almost offered to follow along with Tsutey to be an interpreter, and Tsutey almost fought him on the mere idea. How dare Sully judge his English skills? What if he helped his darling escape? He shook the thoughts out of his head and made his way back to where you were instead, thoughts heavy as his arms cradled the heavy basket of goods for you

Although Tsutey was excited to claim you as his officially, he wanted to subtly ease into it, with small signs and mating gestures. What you definitely didn’t need right now was a 10 feet navi overwhelming you

Plus, what could he possibly say? “Hey, I just saw you yesterday, I love you, I love the way you do everything, I love that you healed an animal, I need you to be my mate, you make me feel like a valid person again, and I don’t even know why I’m so attracted to you? You’re too pure to be hanging out with your breed and I’m just acting the initiative to protect and take what’s meant for me”

No, all those words were useless, and anyways, Tsutey was always more of a physical and show over tell person, so he’d slowly earn his way to your heart, no matter how twisted it is because in all honesty, it shouldn’t be hard for you to accept since he was the only one you’d be interacting with in this enclosed piece of the forest

So, he dropped the basket off, as your overwhelmed frame was curled up in the corner of the cave, back facing the opening as you sniffled before you were interrupted with a clad thump agains the stone floor

You sprang to your feet defensively, hands in front of you as if you were gonna be able to defend yourself from whatever the forest of pandora had to offer

Your swollen eyes narrow on a handwoven basket, overflowing with things sitting in the opening of the cave. Were you hallucinating? Did you die or was that a basket full of fruit that looked awfully familiar to what you always craved as a kid? 

You slowly creep closer to the basket, looking around the opening of the cave, stepping out to completely scan your surroundings for any movement or sign of another living mammal that could’ve dropped this well-coordinated basket of essentials

After spotting absolutely no one except for hearing the hint of polymeruses hooting a few hundred feet away (tsutey was actually hiding on top of the cave, perched elegantly as he watched you scan your surroundings like a cautious cat. you were too short to see him from that angle.) you decide to settle back into the sunlight of the cave opening, carefully peeling back the thick woven blanket as a crumple of paper fell out, your fingers frame around it, deciphering the english even through Tsutey’s rough handwriting (nothing you weren’t used to as a lab scientist)

“I didn’t mean to make you cry. I just can’t let you go now that I’ve found you. Please just eat and stay healthy right now, or I might have to show myself a bit earlier than I’d like and feed you. I hope you like the blanket.” 

Your hand shakes as you read the note. So it wasn’t any coincidence? Someone had seen you and trapped you here? When? How? Why? Your heart raced as you ran through the millions of possibilities, but all of the panic was gone as soon as you saw the canteen of water. God you were thirsty, you hadn’t drank in how who knows how many hours it had been since you last drank anything. The canteen was downed immediately and tsutey’s hand unclenched when he heard you drinking.

There was progress! You’re allowing him to take care of you, more or less, mate or not. 

You picked up a fruit, ripe, washed, and about the size of your palm. Biting into it reminded you of moments on earth when they still had fruits, before most fresh foods went extinct as people prioritized corrupt tech industries and manufacturing over agriculture. You look at the fruit in wonder before you take a second bite, relaxing and reading the note again, sighing as you accept your situation

Well, goodbye to your underpaid, overworked position at the RDA, your heart did twinge at the fact that an unknown person (person? Navi? Pandorian mammals that can speak and write English, who knows) had intentionally trapped you. But if they were nice enough to give you fruit, water, blanket, and even the grace of a handwritten note, there’s no way they can be that bad, right?

Tsutey’s face carves into a rare, toothy smile. Holding back a heart chuckle when he sees you chew through the fruit and visibly relax. See? You were so perfect for him, you had just been hungry and panicked before.

By the time you finished, you decided to set the blanket up in the corner of the cave that you slept in, putting your heavy camera down in the basket as you lifted the blanket. You inspected the woven material, trying to decipher any hint of where it came from, it seemed to be made of fur with a base of what felt awfully like woven bamboo. You recognized a traditional omaticaya pattern and from the scent left, it smelled of a male. 

For an unknown reason, the scent relaxed you, you gulped and beat yourself up in your head. Why were you sniffing a blanket a stranger gave you? God you were being even creepier than whoever was holding you captive here.

You had decided to dispose of the remains of your fruit (the big pit in the middle) by replanting them, you head over to pull them out of the basket before you realize it’s gone without a trace, and so is your camera, all left is the note.

Your heart picked up, realizing whoever sent you it had been actively watching to make sure you ate and finished, before taking it.

With a lighter mindset about your current predicament, you decided to pace around, examining the strategically placed stones as you explore the little area around you. It was nice, to be honest, it seemed to be a hideout spot. You pace back to your cave, you couldn’t see it last night due to the lack of light but you make out little paintings on the cave, hint of life and creation. Could it be that many people have been here before? Was your capturer regularly kidnapping humans? How many have been here before?

Dark thoughts rush down your spine with a chill as you take a deep breath, closing your eyes and trying to think rationally. Why would they take the time to feed you and keep you alive, going as far as giving you a blanket? You knew Navi well, they acted on their intention and if your capturer had wanted to kill you, you’re almost sure he would’ve done it, or at least send you back to his tribe to question it

You wonder if it could be an avatar? You hand’t known many Navi to be able to speak English. You shook the opportunity away, there was only Jake, who had assimilated well to the omaticaya tribe now and would never go this far out from the main village.

Your mysterious captor, on the other hand, was rushing back to the home tree and gushing to Jake about how successful the first basket of goods had been, demanding Jake to tell him more ways of earning a human female’s heart as he rushed to fill the basket up with a variety of goods. 

Jake picks up the RDA scientist issued camera, recognizing it as he tilted it, flipping through your previous photos. 

“So, a scientist? Interesting, Tsutey” Sully says lightly, watching as tsutey again denied any regular tasks and strode around, looking for something new to give you to eat

Tsutey’s head flashes to the camera as Jake clicks through it, multiple photos of your lab results and the recent picture of the injured foal lighting up on the screen.

“Suppose so” Tsutey says in english, peering through the dialog of your photos

As Tsutey scowls through the the puffed grain selection, scrutinizing each one as if he doubted if it was good enough for you, Jake silently clicked a photo of Tsutey’s frame, chest leaned over the basket as his toned arms reached to select the most perfect of grains. He then closes the camera and slips the black machine back into the basket wordlessly

By the night time, you were leaning against the trunks of a tree, examining the bioluminiscent moss that adorned the wood before you heard a quiet tap on stone floor

You look back towards the direction of your cave, recognizing the basket as you see it loaded with more food, what seemed to be puffed grain, and your camera returned.

You weren’t exactly famished yet, so you picked up your camera first, opening the lens to snap a picture of the moss. Might as well make the most tof your time here as a scientist and not just as someone held captive. The screen loads but lands on a recent photo in the dialog instead of the lens perspective and you catch a pretty full photo of sleek, toned arms, the beaded layered neck cover adorning his upper chest as he leaned over a familiar basket as nimble fingers sorted through grain, the blue skin clad against woven strings of a loingcloth that hung low on the hips. And ah, there, the scrunchie you had wrapped around the direhorse yesterday, cleaned and sitting cozy on his wrist. There was a hint of a tail but photo ended at the chest, giving you no identity information without the face

The corners of your lips lifted in admiration and your heart raced as the pieces fit together, so it was a navi who was watching you and caring for you, taking the time to hand pick out your food. You recognized the sculpted form of an omaticaya warrior anywhere. And who took the photo? Not many navi knew how to operate a modern camera

Questions float through your head, and from his spot on the roof of the cave, Tsutey’s heart leapt too. Damn the sully, of course he snapped a photo using your machine. It was lucky enough that he didn’t expose his entire face, but his thoughts were quenched as soon he saw your little grin while you stared at the photo. His photo

You smile one last time, clicking a save to the photo of Tsutey before you go back to the lens to take a photo of the moss. Your second night in the cave was spent munching on puffed grain, huddled in the musky pine scented blanket as you dreamed of beaded neck covers and toned blue arms.

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Yandere Ivy x F! Reader x Yandere Harley

You'd been with Ivy and Harley for about a year now and while you couldn't say the relationship was healthy, that doesn't mean it was necessarily unhealthy - at least not to you.

The both of them would spew loving words, compliments and things of the like every time you were around, comfort you when you were upset, support you in any endeavours - so long as it's not an endeavour that places you out of their reach - and gift you things you've always wanted! Never mind the fact you never actually told them...

Your friends didn't like who you were dating.. They said that Ivy and Harley couldn't be trusted. Sure, you get that they're villains and all but to go as far as to cut contact with you over that is a bit crazy, right? Right.

Harley was more clingy out of the two of them, whenever she was around she'd always be touching you in some way. Holding hands, hugging, linking arms, playing with your hair, kissing, anything to engage in physical contact with you she would do.

Though it's suffocating you've learnt to be used to it, afterall, when you tell her to stop she gets angry - well, first sad, then angry, then enraged at the fact you 'don't love her anymore' - and you don't want her angry with you.

Ivy was less touchy yet so much more suffocating somehow... She has a habit of hovering around you.

Your apartment is full of plants, from ferns to vines you can't go one step without seeing one. It'd be calming if you didn't feel like the plants are watching you.

Movie nights are a must. You can choose the movie of course! So long as it's not a movie that highlights toxic relationships.. They don't want you to try and apply those horrible couples to real life.

They'll happily participate in any activity with you, so long as you are with them they don't mind what happens!!

If you ever get sick they act as though the world is ending, you WILL be stuck in bed, they WILL make you soup and watch over you. You WILL NOT need anyone else!

If you try to break up with them they'll allow you to go of course! Harley isn't too happy, she wants you back ASAP. But, Ivy is smart, she is patient, and she knows how to play the long game.

'Somehow', things go downhill for you. Your rent is suddenly too expensive, your apartment got broken into, your new friends refuse to speak to you let alone look at you.

Everything boils up, you're overwhelmed and paranoid over everything.

One robbery in an alleyway which Harley and Ivy "save" you from leads to you breaking down in front of them. They lovingly take you back to their place for the night.

Then one night turns into two, two into three, three into you staying for a week, your belongings slowly merging back into their place, then somehow, you guys are back together.

You don't know how or when it happened but it seemed like fate for you.

You get out of this more in love with them than before.

So

Maybe don't break up with them...?

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The Smell of Smoke

Innocent F! Reader x M!Yandere Bully OC

Part 7~

His Info: 🖕✨

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

CW: Fem Reader, reader referred to as she/her, reader has a vagina, asphyxiation, drugged reader, collars, explicit language, names used against reader(bitch, slut, ), size difference/kink, NON CON SA BY ML, P in V, non con anal, biting, marking, burning, drugs like hard drugs (not usage though in this part…) collar and leash use, bullying, creampie, unprotected sex

You awake in someone’s strong arms, at first you think it’s Ace, you snuggle into the warmth without thinking. He smells so good though. A scent that’s nostalgic and comforting to you, a scent that brings you both joy and despair…

A contradicting scent, for the contradicting man that owns it.

Though your vision is blurred the hair color you see is not pink, and the hight difference is evident judging by how far off the ground you are…

You weakly push away though you use all of your strength, you aren’t really moving.

“Pfft, you wan’ me t’ let ya go tha’ bad? fine. Bitch.” he drops you and you land onto the earth with a solid THUD. You don’t bounce at all and everything thrums intensely with pain.

“fuuuck!” The wind was knocked out of you, and it comes out strained and ragged.

He sits on a rock nearby.

“You wan’ed it.”

“Shinsh when do you everr- gimme whaaad i want.” Your slurring and putting weird emphasis in the wrong places. You can’t control your body very well it seems. This is aggravating.

“Bahaahahaha! You sound like an alcoholic!” He laughs deeply.

As he laughs, it echos through the swiftly darkening trees.

“Where, arrre we?” You look around you slowly, eyes widening in the dimness of dusk around you in the foggy forest.

Glancing down you realize you’re in lingerie and a thick collar with a padlock and a leash that he’s still holding.

You reach up but even that action wears you out, your arms fall to your sides. “What’dddid you do t’ me?”

He looks away.

“No! You don’t get t’ d-do that ‘ny more! jack-ass!” you feel your body waking up a little bit more.

“You don’t get to tell me,” He stomps over to you and grips you around the collar squeezing the thick leather tight against you, his thumbs press into pressure points as he lifts you. “What i can, or can’t do, bitch” Your throat feels like it may just collapse before he throws you back into the dirt.

You gasp for air, before he starts back up.

“I can’t be without you” he’s grabbing at his head as if he’s the one in pain, “I can’t stand you! But i can’t seem t’ be without you” he steps over you.

Shakily, you start to crawl, your body moves, but only barely. You claw the ferns pulling up their snapping roots, while trying to pull yourself away from him. You’re groaning through pain and you knew you wouldn’t make it far, but you have to fight. You just won’t give up.

He’s loving this side of you. It excites him that you’re now unbroken, you’ve somehow gathered your previous shards and glued them back together with gold, and he gets to be the rampaging bull in your china shop.

and oh my, is he gonna tear you apart, again and again, as long as you keep fighting him.

He squats over you and rips down the panties you were in.

His massive, bloody hands enrapture your body, groping your breast, your neck, your thighs, and your belly. You’re trying your hardest to fight, fight through the pain, through the drowsiness and now through the shameful heat igniting the coals in your core.

He bites your back leaving bruises and deep teeth marks, as he presses his burning tip to your entrance.

“Please!” You’re always begging him, as if the humanity that has to be buried deep inside of him will ever hear you. “Ezra! No!!” You struggle and punch at the ground.

He’s forcing his hardened and dry dick inside of you.

It burns in both the absolute worst and somehow the best way you’ve ever felt.

You scream, again and again breathlessly, as he starts slamming into you not giving you any time to adjust or feel anything other than the pain now. His impossibly long length takes the air out of your lungs everytime it punches into you.

he has you face down in the dirt, and you’re still begging and screaming but everytime you try and breathe in, dirt is getting into your mouth and nostrils. You’re humiliated and disgusted on top of everything else. “You like this don’t you slut!? That’s why you keep fighting me!” He pulls on your leash choking you and pulling your head back towards him and out of the dirt.

“Hah! I fucking love your face righ’ now” He pulls out his phone and takes a few pics before slamming back into you and then harshly dragging it out slowly.

For a second his hips roll while only his tip is inside you, massaging that one spongey spot that has you moan out accidentally.

“You’re enjoyin’ this too much…” Ezra smiles.

He pulls apart your ass cheeks and spits on your hole…

“N-No!! EZRA! NO!!” even with lube it would still be insanely painfull with a dick his size.

He pulls out of your sopping pussy, “I knew you liked this, slut,” He spits again and stuffs his dick into your tight little ass hole. It feels like you are ripping apart. You’re being torn like construction paper, messily and all the edges are jagged and ugly.

He groans as he pulls your body up into his lap, he completely engulfs and dwarfs you. He bites your shoulder while pounding your ass and using you like a fleshlight. Or a doll, a pretty little doll just for him to shatter. He doesn’t give you an ounce of pity or mercy. “You can take it!” He spits. “I know you can take this!”

He finishes in your ass while holding your arms behind your back. You feel yourself fill to the brim with his hot, defiling substance.

He throws you back into the dirt.

You land face down, overflowing ass, up.

“Better find y’r way home, I’ll be waitin’ bitch.”

He walks off without you, into the fog.

He would have carried you home, but you just had to be difficult.

You stumble forward in the direction he went as your swiftly numbing body drags behind your mind.

You can’t feel your leg anymore at least.

And your feet stopped hurting from all the thorns and prickly plants a long time ago.

You keep moving.

Just as you fight him, you’re fighting for your life right now. Even if it means getting home to him in your dorm. who knows, maybe before you get there someone will let you use their phone…

That’s wishful thinking.

Lights of the college start breaking through the canopies of leaves and you almost laugh, you made it!

You really made it!

“haaah, hah,” You fall flat.

You can’t move your legs anymore and your vision is blacking out, when you hear crunching footsteps encroaching from nearby.

“Did better than i thought y’ would” You hear Ezra, he was following you the whole time, just watching you suffer.

What a sadistic maniac.

and with that last thought, you’re out again.

When you come to, Ace is there this time, he tells you what happened and where you ended up while you were unconscious.

A rival gang kidnapped you.

Ezra “saved” you.

“pfft. I wish he hadn’t” You snicker. “What could they’ve done that he hasn’t?”

After a little while Ace leaves, and Ezra returns, flicking a cigarette butt at you onto your bed.

You scramble as best as you tired and sore body will let you to put it out before anything catches fire and end up burning yourself, “Ow!”

“Y/N. I want you.”

“What else is new.” You roll your eyes. This is ridiculous.

He isn’t even surprised this time, he just smiles wickedly.

“You just don’t get it, do you? Look at chu! All battered and bruised up. Fuck when are you jus gon give in?” he grabs your cheeks and squeezes them causing your lips to fish out.

You pull away, you’re tempted to bite him. He sees your jaw clenching and his already wild smile grows.

“I have nother present for ya.” You cant move to see what he’s doing, your body is too heavy and worn from your trudge back last night.

you hear rustling of a paper bag before he returns to your vision with a syringe and a spoon and baggie of vinegar scented tar…

“N-no, Ezra… Please…” You always beg.

He never listens.

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I was wondering if you could write another yandere fern X reader? This Time with some kidnapping involved? :3

Yandere! Fern/Reader.

tw: mentions of kidnapping, yandere! Fern, Fern being Fern ig, unhealthy obsession.

a/n: Didn't think someone would still visit my blog, haha. I watched Adventure Time 3 months ago, so I probably forgot some stuff, but I still try to write it, sorry that it took me some time🫡

I mentioned in November that Fern would be one of the few yanderes in Adventure Time who will do something so drastic like kidnapping you if something goes wrong, we already see his attempts

Hmm, I'm afraid to ask what you had to do, to make Fern to do something so drastic like kidnapping you. Of course, you're not Finn, he won't be hostile to you, if you are at least familiar with Finn, Fern would memorize you too (since big part of Fern's memories is Finn's y'know..), so he doesn't really have any reasons to hurt you. I don't even think you have to be someone really important for the hero of Ooo, actually, if you somehow similar to Fern himself, not popular, a little messy and used to stay in the shadow while someone better than you in everything gets all the attention, he will consider you one of his «favourite». He probably won't admit it out loud.

So, what could possibly be the reasons for him to kidnap you? The easy one 1) At first you are not really liked by Fern. You are not exactly a BAD person, not a "BAD guy" either, so he can't kill you, that would be a no-no for him, Jake at least keep an eye on him from time to time. But you might be a little annoying for him, so just putting you out of picture somewhere far away would be easier. And then... maybe he could catch feelings for you after awhile?

2) Something threatening your life and safety and he's just grabbing you without a word from him like «Okay, we're out! Bye! 🏃» , hiding somewhere safe. What threat could that be? Well, Fern can't solve it by himself, neither Finn or Jake with their friends. So the only thing he could do for you in his mind, is just protect you, but in a little different way. I can't really see Fern kidnapping you only because he's jealous. Like, if he's jealous because someone gives you unwanted attention? Okay, THEY are gone next day, not you. No way Fern would stand a minute with some dingus walking around like nothing happened, while you must suffer alone, trapped in the house? No, it's not your fault, it's THEIR fault, so you stay happy and oblivious while your boy takes care of the problem.

Fern is really confused and not experienced how actually he should treat a person he just kidnapped. Your first days in this old, dirty... dungeon just as confusing for you as for him. The moment you woke up, it's cold. He can't sense whether it's cold or hot outside, so the temperature is just the same, can't really say the same about you, since you are probably a shivering stuttering mess right now, hearing how your teeth chattering. You can't remember, how exactly you got here? The only thing on your mind is, what happened to Princess? To Finn? And everyone else? Something really bad happened, but how exactly it ended?

«Oh! You woke up!» , Fern's voice is actually very soothing and calm for your ears, he looks surprised for a moment, before he quickly appears next to you with a big-big smile. He would stare at you for hours, if not for days when you take your time to sleep and rest, enough for you to finally wake up and warm him with your presence.

You probably would ask him dozens of questions, asking where are your friends and what happened, where are you two are and when you can finally go back home, only to be shushed by Fern, and make this tsk-tsk sound, while shaking his head lightly.

«Sorry, but I can let you go right now, you see, I saved you from the danger outside, so let me take care of you until it's safe enough to come out,» saying all that with that a bit too creepy smile. I mean, wouldn't the situation itself be too creepy, being stuck with him, knowing what exactly he did in past?

But maybe you are being wrong and just had a bad first impression, after all, you did know about a big threat coming into Ooo, so there's no point for you to not believe him... So you've been stuck like that for days. Weeks, maybe? It's really hard to tell since there are no windows, and only Fern is allowed to go outside for a while for his unique breakfast routine.

You don't question him, since that's his only source of ,, food ” , and after spending some time alone with him, it is getting hard not to truly trust and grow attached to him. He is the one who actually saved you; he acts surprisingly nice and actually brings you the food you can eat, not just some trash and dirt. That's cute to teach him something new and watching him staring at you with open mouth and such a childish curiosity.

The more time you spend together, the more you learn about how to handle him. And he's learning more about how to take care of all your needs. You realize how insecure he is the moment you started to show little signs of winning in some card game, and he's already on the verge of ripping off his ears, pouting and eventually dropping everything, only to fuss and show his back to you. At first, you thought it was weird, but eventually you got used to it, offering him a hug or tying his hair in different ways, peppered with occasional praise. You'll sometimes notice little flowers growing right under your hand when you say how pretty or cute he is.

Even though most of your time together everything seems nice, you would lie if you didn't exactly think about asking him, if it's finally time to go out of hiding. And when you actually do that, he will just escape this question, quickly trying to catch your attention with something else. It's not like there's too much stuff to do; everything is boring as hell, and you played cards with him like a hundred times. It's not making it easier for you when he just plays dumb around, ignoring unnecessary questions and brushing it off like nothing.

Confront him all you want, yell at him, or accuse him of being a liar, but he wouldn't satisfy your need for answers with anything. He looks at you as if you have a fever and are out of your mind, but more in the way someone treats a naive child who doesn't know much about the world. «Huh? Me? But I'm a 100% hero, I wouldn't do something like that. Heroes never lie, don't you know that? :) »

[bunnis-monsters]

Bunni’s Ocs

Werecreatures/Hybrids

Momo(werebunny/bunny hybrid)

Werewolf Bf

Cow Hybrids

Bull Hybrids

Puppy hybrids

Cat Hybrids

_____ Wolf!hybrid bf

Vampires

Elias(Himbo!Vampire)

Valentine(Yandere Royal!Vampire)

Demons

____ Incubus Husband

Reptiles

______ Naga BF

______ Dragon!Hybrid bf

Magical Beings

Fern(Fairy)

[sugar-omi]

Oh gosh, now yan!Cove was mentioned on this blob, might I swoop in to further yan olba agenda by mentioning Baxter? (Bae-xter, anyone? Ahah) Like, *sure*, he leaves. But in step 4 his apartment is decorated basically to copy Sunset Bird rental home--who does that? He was there 3 months tops! He's also eaten away by guilt for 5 years even if you're just friends in the playthrough-- and if you date? He can fall in enduring *LOVE* in those 3 months!! That's hella Intense.

Perhaps yan!Baxter is on the more self-aware side, removing himself from u initially not just due to all his issues, but also an effort at protecting you. Poor sweet little martyr. Although one could say he's protecting himself. Most futile of him. There's no lover after or before you to rival your effect on him--no, there's no such *person*. Baxter's happiness is defined by your name. You fulfill him. His life it nothing but absence carved in your shape.

Could he survive being haunted by your memory forever? Who's to say. But he's certainly fated to loose himself fast once you re-appear in the flesh.

"his life is nothing but absence carved in your shape." A POET!!!! apologies for the late response but ive been reeling over this for DAYS. THIS IS SUCH A LINE......

but god... self aware yandere baxter who knows his obsession is unhealthy. he fills up his lonely life with shiny things, trips, and lovers to temporarily fill the hole and yet when he meets you. oh god.. he's hooked.

you're so beautiful, a special charm that comes with a small town local with a brilliant smile and caring nature.

he knows his love is like blood on white carpet. but even though he knows that he goes and falls for you anyway... you may not even return his feelings, you may even love someone else. but god if he doesn't center his life around you.

he remembers what your room looks like, the stuffed animals you had in the corner and the recovering fern on your windowsill, tucked in the corner carefully so that cove could come through your window...

his heart clenched painfully when you mention him.

he wants you to look at him and only him. he wants you to call his name in your sweet, attractive voice and look at him with those piercing eyes.

baxter looks at you and he sees heaven, he sees his future and his life and his end in your eyes and he is done for.

he wishes you would beg him to stay, to pull open his chest and see all the nasty stuff inside of him, filth and worms and darkness crawling around and reaching out from the cruelest part of his soul and you still ask him to stay.

you ask him to pull your body into his until your skin is flushed and your hearts beat at the same time and pace, that your breathing is shared and your world is blank when the other is outside of it.

he wants you to beg him, tell him, urge him to taint you.

put it in the most romantic words that only the sick but brilliant edgar allen poe could write, pull his darkness from his chest and cradle it..

but he knows that his obsession is too intense. it's too much.

because now, even though he hasn't heard a word from you in years-- a consequence of his actions, but if you knew.. if you knew why you'd talk to him still right? you wouldn't be mad because you know he did it for you.. right?

but furniture similar to the townhouse covers every inch of his home and your little gifts sit near his bed for him to gaze upon when he goes to sleep.

he has any and all little mementos of you.

he needs to fill up the empty space you've left in him... he knows he pushed you away, but he can still crave you, right? you don't mind that he has your picture on his shelf and that he kisses it goodnight when he's a little too drunk and indulges himself in dreams of you?

when you finally meet again though... god, everything breaks.

his sham of being put together and fine falls apart faster than wet tissue. he has been at the brink of snapping since he left you, his yearning increasing day by day, minute by minute in fact.

and even though you're looking at him with a mix of pure anger and sadness, he doesn't care, he loves it. he loves you.

your angry tone.. god he's never heard anything so beautiful in his life, and when you spit venom at him about breaking your heart and betraying your trust.. he knows he should feel bad, and he does, but he wants to kiss your feet and beg you for forgiveness and be allowed to serve you.

he wants to give you everything, he doesn't want to leave you ever again and he promises that he'll be good, he'll do better and he'll never hurt you and he will worship every step you take for the rest of your life if you just let him by your side.

even if you stay angry at him, he'll love that too. he'll take anything you have to give if you just give it to him and him alone.

and even though he promises to love you and take care of you (his normal way of saying he's going to worship you)... it's less like you are his god and he is your loyal servant, your beloved and treasured follower and more like you are his prisoner.

he treasures you hard, and deeply. he tries to hide the intensity of his feelings, he tries to be calm.. he knows that his jealousy and possession- his obsession. is wrong. it's sick and cruel and he is sick but he is also in love and what is more important than loving you?

you can start to hate him, you can start to find his habits and "treasures" creepy and/or concerning, you can try to talk to him and eventually snap and yell at him to let you go. to leave you alone. to stop being such a fucking werido! to stop being a stalker!

but he doesn't care, and he only reels when you slap him, caging you in his arms and inhaling your scent... he loves you so much.. everything you do, everything you are, everything about you he loves.

he loves his times with you, always recreating the memories, making new ones and even though he loves you like a believer giving an offering, he loves you like a cat loves a mouse.

you are his for his greedy heart to feast on, you are his beloved who loves him so kindly and gently, so wholly...

he can't let your time together go. he can't let you go.

not again... he'll never let go again. so stop asking him to let go, even an inch is too much. he has to give you his all, his everything... his heart, body, and soul is yours and he intends to give you every breath his takes if you just let him.

[maleyanderecafe]

Game Recommendations + Book Recommendations

Game Recommendations from Asks

Boyfriend(Beta)

Hatoful Boyfriend

Period Cube and Gekka Ryouran Romance

Sweet Fuse: At Your Side

Piofiore

Taisho Alice

Psycho Boyfriend

Please Answer Carefully

Otome Chat Connection

Nameless: The One thing you must recall

MaZm: Phantom of the Opera x

Sweetest Valentine

Witch Soup

Something’s Wrong with Sunny Day Jack / Something Wrong With Sunny Day Jack Extended x

John Doe/ John Doe + / John Doe in House Hunted

Amnesia Memories

Don’t Notice Me

ITYH: A Horror Otome

A Date with Your Serial Killer

Sunny Day Jack: Sleepy Time Jack Sleepy Time Companion

Trapped with the Jester

Heart Fragment x

Lunatic Honey ~Sekai de Ichiban Kimi ga Suki~

Triania Academy

Parasite in Love

Pretty Boy Panic and Pocket Boyfriend

Cursery: The Crooked Man and the Crooked Cat

Ghost Detective

Dead Wishes

Grave Seasons

SleepyTime Jack

A Tale of Other Worlds and Demons

Dot Kareshi III

Little Fern

Binary Star Hero

Where the Two Flowers Meet

Deep Obsession

Dead Plate

Where He is King

Yanjam 2024

Yandere Writers + I Was a Teenage Exocolonist

Our Love is Electrifying

Monster x Mediator

Life Cycles

Restart Heart Update

14dwy Update

Snow White Ashes

Book Recommendations from Asks

The Forbidden Game

I Raised an Obsessive Servant

Grisha Triology/ Red Queen Series

The Villain’s Love

I Lost the Leash of the Male Yandere Lead

Quotev Stories

[cloudedwonder]

yandere stalker! oc (fern) x reader ──★ ˙🧷

“i fucking hate you.” you spat at him. he recoiled at the harshness of your words, his forehead creasing as he responded.

“that’s a bit cruel, angel. you know that’s not true.”

he said, grabbing onto your arm with soft palms. you tried to push him away, but he kept his grip steady, staring at you with an expression so hurt that it was enough to fill you with guilt.

and yet you reasoned with yourself. this man wasn’t your friend, he wasn’t your partner and he wasn’t anybody you should trust.

he was a stranger to you. an infatuated stranger who had broken into your home ‘oh-so-long-ago’. he thought you were his, and treated you as a trinket rather than anything else, and yet he stared at you with so much hurt, as though your words held any affect on him.

“we don’t say things like that. we don’t, my love!”

he sounded frantic as he reprimanded you, slightly tightening his hold on you. you squirmed against him, kicking your legs, but he pushed you onto your side and wrapped his arms against you.

“but it’s true! i hate you, you ruined my life!”

you cried, tears rolling down your cheeks. his face softened at the sight, and he learnt forward to kiss them before they met your chin. you cringed at the feeling of his damp lips meeting your skin, and he snuggled his chin against your neck, sending vibrations down your throat as he spoke.

“you’ll upset me if you say things like that. i made both of our lives better. you just don’t realise how much i’ve helped you.

you’ll thank me one day. you’ll weep tears of joy, and you’ll beg for my attention. you’ll devote yourself to me the same way i do to you, you’ll see!”

he let out a little giggle, his frame lightly shaking as he did so. you suddenly felt so trapped between his arms, as though he were trying to deprive you of air. he seemed to come to his senses once realising this, slightly his head away from you but keeping the rest of himself positioned the same.

“i love it when you cry. it’s like little diamonds falling from your eyes. i can’t believe your tears are all for me. you make me so lucky, angel.”

he leant forwards again, this time placing his face so near yours that you could feel his breath colliding with yours. he smelt like peppermints, warm breath meeting your lips as he gazed intently towards you.

“can you hear yourself? the cute little sounds you’re making? you’re quivering like a little lamb against me, and i get to be the one to love you and to comfort you.”

he moved one of his hands to your hair as he combed through it softly. the tips of his fingers met with your roots, giving it a calm massage as though he’d done the motion thousands of times.

he stared at you with a thoughtful tranquility. part of you yearned to speak, to push him away and to continue yelling, and yet you sank into his touch.

there was no way out of it, you knew that much. you went limp in his arms, which he seemed to appreciate as he gave your cheeks another kiss.

“you’re such a good girl for me. you’ve calmed down from your tantrum now? i knew you had it in you.”

and yet you were still so filled with despair. you swallowed your sobs and he watched you do so intently. he didn’t seem bothered by the ugly sounds or faces you made, rubbing his nose against yours with a smile on his face.

“i bet you feel better now, yeah? now that i’ve let you calm down?” ──★ ˙🧷

[astrasrebloggedfics]

Monsters 2

SFW

Husband Ghost

Rent-A-Monster

Rent-A-Monster Shadow Creature

Rent-A-Monster Study Motivation (Highly Suggestive)

Humming Bird Hybrid

Emotional Support Monsters: Service Vampire

Yandere Creature

Alien That Doesn't Speak

Love Across The Cosmos-Alien

Bioluminescent Alien

Humans Are A Bad Influence

Humans Are Tiny Compared To Aliens

Random Alien Stuff (Suggestive)

Injured Alien

Yandere Monster Obsessed With Human He Kidnapped

Vampire Reluctant To Drink Your Blood

Shapeshifter Monster Under The Bed-Art

Various SFW Hybrid

Having A Great Life

Vampire Boyfriends When You're Sick

Soft Monsters But Also Validating Monster's Anger

NSFW

Shark Week (Period Sex)

Mating Season- Werewolf

Heat/Rut-Werewolf

His Toy-Ghost

Making A New Alien Colony

Wolf Hybrid!BF x Puppy Hybrid!Reader

Male Yandere Witch x Puppy Hybrid!Reader

Ghost Orgy

Sensitive Puppy Hybrid!BF

Submissive Vampire

Vampire Husband, Werewolf Best Friend

Yandere Dragonborn Roommate

Possessive Tentacle BF Removable Tentacles

Possessive Tentacle BF

Ride A Cow, Save The Farm

Poly Monster 'Sacrifice'

Breeding Machine

Yandere Monster Husband

Monster Boyfriend Dacryphilia

Centaur Husband Takes You On A Ride

Yandere Wolf Breeding Willing Bunny

After Closing

A Pussy Is Better Than A Pillow

Bred And Kidnapped By Aliens

Gorgon Boyfriend

Male Haunted Doll

A Knotty Discover-Werewolf

Always With You-Slime

Kinktober: Marking the territory + Cockring-plugs/Massaging

Werewolf Roommate W/ Super Sensitive Hearing

Kinktober: Artificial intelligence + Handjobs/Temperature play

Cockwarming

Lion Hybrid BF

Titanoboa Naga

Arrival

Bunny Breeding His Pup

Misc Monster BF

Mermaid Drabble

Dragon Drabble

Monster W/ Big Hands

Incubus Lover

Breaking A Promise

Monster Boyfriend

Monster Husband Harem

Centaur Husband Firefighter

Kraken BF

Wood Nymphs

Wood Nymphs Need Humans To Reproduce

Muzzling Your Boyfriend

Chubby Elf Girl

Kitsune Head Tilt

Domming The Alien

Vampire Emperor And His New Concubine

Vampire Emperor 2

Fairy Boy (Fern) And Reader Who Was Shrunk

Incubating Tentacle Eggs

Female Sirens

Siren Pod Using You As An Incubator

Feeling Siren Eggs Move

Hoard Of Monsters

Misc. Tentacles

Hybrid Reader

Pet Tentacle 'Gag' Gift

Monster Fucker Scientist Nerd x Moth Hybrid!Reader

Drider Husband

Monsterous Dick

Siren Luring You In

Symbiote Tentacle

Kiss Of Fate (Shark x Reader x Merman)

Odd Fortune Telling

Chubby Fairy!Reader

Hive Or Den Of Horny Monsters

Healing Effects (NSFW?)

Waking Up To Them Eating You Out

Needy Werewolf Boyfriend

Naga 'Lover' During Winter

A Surprise Visit-Tentacle

Little Hatchlings-Dragon

Bull Hybrids vs. Cow Hybrids