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neerathebrightstar · 2 months ago

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Prequel : “ Curse upon thy garden”

pairing: Hal Jordan x gn reader

Hanahaki disease trope with a sprinkle of yandere (for now)

Inspired by @acid-ixx series again&again so it will get so much worse before it gets better

Read until the end for the author’s note

It isn’t until Hal starts coughing up petals that he realises how truly fucked he is. Sitting in front of the toilet bowl, retching and choking on red, purple and pink flowers he doesn’t know the name of, Hal allows himself to mourn. He mourns for the love that he now is sure will never be reciprocated and he mourns himself. There is no need to go see a surgeon when Hal knows he won’t be able to do what’s necessary to cure the disease. After all, Hanahaki ends in two ways: death or the flowers have to stop growing. And because Hal knows there is no way his love will ever love him back, the only way to save his lungs from becoming an overgrown garden is the surgery. It’s a horrific thing, barbaric even. Instead of love and petals, after the procedure there is a clean slate. It rids you of any feelings for the object of your affection and the ability to ever feel anything for them again. Hal’s love is strong, just like his will, it borders on obsession, and ever growing need to own the object of his desires. In the end it doesn’t matter if Hal will die, he is not afraid of death, what scares him is losing you. To never feel the love that bleeds from his heart into his lungs, and grows into the beauty with thorns is to truly die. You are his life, the air he breathes and flowers he chokes on. To allow someone to tear them out of their fertile soil is to tear out his heart.

When Spooky first demanded Hal stay away from his city, the ring wielding hero hadn’t paid the request (order really) much thought. Gotham was still in Jordan’s sector, he was obliged to patrol in the Known Universe so it was not like Batman could keep him out of his nest. Hal didn’t particularly like the vigilante too much since, well always, and getting on his nerves was like a hobby to him. He was pretty sure that Batman lived in a cave anyway (because who the fuck was even Bruce Wayne?) so who did he think he was to lecture the Great Green Lantern how to do this job.

It was during one of the moments when Hal felt like making a nuisance out of himself that he flew to Gotham using the ring. The original plan was to find Batman, see him pop a blood vessel, then go back home satisfied, drink a few beers and sleep. The problem was that he couldn’t find Spooky. Or any of the masked vigilantes in bird themed costumes (ridiculous idea if you were to ask him). But he couldn’t just leave like a dog with its tail tucked between his legs. God forbid one of Batman’s kids whose veins were filled with whatever serrum Bats invented to make them nocturnal find out about it and taunt him with it. He would not be bullied by kids with rabies thank you very much.

Hal flies around Gotham a couple of times as Green Lantern and stops a few minor crimes just to really rub it in Bruce’s face. He feels like a rebellious teenager decorating alleys with his signature graffiti and it makes him giddy. He doesn’t engage in any bigger stuff regarding Gotham’s colourful gallery of rogues. That will really piss Batman off, and Hal understands why. It would be like saying that he can’t handle his mess, in his own city, so while Jordan likes to irritate Spooky he still respects him enough not to get in his way too much.

He spends an hour like that before he decides that the Big Bad Bat won’t show up after all. He turns around to return to his home when he sees them. They are sitting on a rooftop, in one of the darker parts of Gotham (and Hal isn’t talking about light only, he is pretty sure most of the attacks he stopped tonight were in this neighbourhood), dressed in loose and old pants and the ugliest Christmas jumper Hal has ever seen. Even from so far away (he can’t explain why it bothers him that he can’t touch them immediately, whenever he wants) Jordan knows they are getting ready to jump (it will kill them and the thought takes all of breath from his lungs). He can’t scare them so he makes the glow of his suit even brighter, to the point he really looks like a human green lantern and flows to meet them gently over the railing. Their eyes snap from the asfalt below when Hal drapes himself dramatically next to them. He smiles somewhere between cocky and gentle and wiggles his brows.

“Everything's all right there, sweetheart?”

When they finally face him completely, something in his chest clicks so loudly, Hal knows that half of Gotham heard him. Staring at him are the loveliest eyes he ever saw on any species he encountered in Galaxy. Tears stream along their face like the artist's carefully placed strokes of a brush. Few of the city’s misplaced lights shine on their cheeks like glitter. It only adds to the fairytale like picture and the tugging on his hearth increases.

“Green Lantern? What are you doing in Gotham?”

Oh god. Thousands of angels sing in that voice (your voice is scratchy from all the crying but he doesn’t hear that. Right now he can’t stop looking and the only thing he sees is perfection) and Hal feels honoured his ears were worthy enough to hear it. He feels the sudden urge to tuck them under his head and protect them from all the harm in this world and every other world out there.

“Business with Gotham’s own Dark Knight. But seems his lady doesn’t own to good of a leash for her guard dog cause I can’t find him anywhere”

Hal pretends not to see how their face falls at the mention of the former emo kids and the BDSM enthusiasts wet dream come true clad in his leather glory and focuses on the problem at hand. They were trying to jump.

“But the FreakTM can wait, his bedtime doesn’t start until the sun goes up. Plenty of time to catch him later. Mind if I sit with you?”

He feels proud of himself when they crack a smile at his joke and don’t jump down to crack their skull instead. They look around, like they are checking if he is really talking to them before they scooch a little and put their knees to their chest. They wrap their hands around them and it’s only now that Hal sees them shaking. The Gotham air is chilly when Jordan finally sits down next to them before conjuring a big, warm and glowing green blanket to wrap around their shoulders. Hal more than feels the breath that hitched in his companion’s chest. They seem so small now, so breakable and Hal thanks whatever deity watched over them today that he made it on time.

“Bad day huh?”

They take their sweet time to respond but he waits patiently, so unlike himself, made to always leap into action. But it’s important, he can’t fuck it up. They sit there together, watching the streets of the crime infested city until the Batsignal appears on the foggy grey night sky. The civilians don’t usually fear the Bat, he protects them as much as he protects the city, but the one next to him clearly flinched like they were just slapped. He doesn’t ask because they are beginning to choke on sobs. They clutch their jumper and to Hal’s horror, they start beating themselves just over their hearth. He quickly takes their hands between his and squeezes.

“Please don’t do that”

They try to take their hands from him and sob more loudly. Hal doesn’t let go so they sit like that for a few more minutes before their silent voice interrupts the crying.

“Can you please hold me?”

They sound embarrassed and Hal wants to strangle whoever made them feel like asking for comfort is something not available to them. He pulls them so close they are practically sitting in his lap and hugs them tightly. They latch on him instantly and Jordan starts to pet their hair with one hand, humming softly.

“As long as you wish for, sweetheart”

That night you fall asleep on the hero’s shoulder, captured in his arms. You wake up alone but safe in your own bed, still wrapped in the glowing blanket. It doesn’t disappear until you properly stand up. The apartment is cold as always and there is nothing that can be done about that. But you feel warmer at the memory of last night. Because that was a Green Lantern, a hero both on this planet and others, a founding member of the Justice League. It has been a long time since anyone willingly offered you comfort like that. Sure, when you lived in the manor Alfred and his mostly silent presence was there, but he never touched you openly like that. Like a father or an older brother concerned for your wellbeing. And to be important enough in the Lantern’s eyes that he took time out of his day and saved you from throwing yourself to a certain death? It was a freeing experience, it showed you that you matter. So what if you never saw him again? You will always remember his embrace, his sweet nickname for you but most importantly you will always remember that every other day you will get to live will be thanks to his kindness.

It was not the last time you ever saw Hal. After he suffered through the Batman’s angry speech about respecting each heroes rules in their city (what a hypocrite, Hal knew very well he had contingencies on all of them and regularly broke their established rules) and his threats to never show his ugly green glow there again, the only thing he could think about was you. Your pretty, shiny eyes and soft, heartbreaking smile. He had to see you again. Just for the peace of his mind to make sure you didn’t try to jump again. It also had an added benefit of regularly pissing off Spooky who was sure to get an aneurysm if he ever saw him flirting with a civilian in his city as a Green Lantern.

The next time he comes, he should bring something to eat with him. He saw your pathetic excuse of a kitchen so what better way to charm you than feed you? He couldn’t exactly ask you out to a proper restaurant like he normally would, not in a suit so takeout would have to do. He needs to catch your name this time. After all he has to make sure it will sound good with your future last name “Jordan”.

this work is a gift to a wonderful @acid-ixx who inspires me everyday to write. his series a&a changed me as a person and I recommend you read it. this work is inspired by his series and i plan on it being a multi chapter piece but i won’t promise any regular posting, my writing schedule is shit. Yael i love you for your hard work and writing so this was meant to be a birthday present for you but I didn’t manage to finish it on time and i still had to split it.

If anyone want to be tagged let me know <3

#✨.neera’s writing #dc #yandere dc #hal jordan #hal jordan x reader #green lantern #yandere green lantern #yandere batfam #they are not here yet but they will appear #green lantern x reader #yandere hal jordan #hanahaki #neglected reader

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deuxcherise · 3 months ago

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Squish Them! (All)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, Love and Deepspace, probably a little OOC for all of them, All x Reader, Reader can be MC or not, Reader has different personalities (?) with each LI, suggestive (b-because Xavier and Sylus! (˶˃ ˂˶)/ ), a little Caleb angst (because he… I think he deserves to be pinched… yeah <(≖3≖)> ), implied yandere content, added photos (didn't have two-handed squishing photos so I went with the palm interaction (੭;´-`;)੭♡ ) A/n: So I saw a short from the game Wuthering Waves of Phoebe’s cheeks being squished. So I thought, the LIs in Love and Deepspace are pretty squishable too. Especially Rafayel. Especially him… Squishy fish… hehehe~ Masterlist

💫Xavier💫

Squish~

You gently cupped his cheeks, enjoying the warmth against your palms. It was easy to get access to them, considering he slept for most of the day. It was like taking candy from a baby. A sleeping baby.

“Mm…”

Your grin spread so wide across your face, one might have thought you were having evil thoughts as you pressed his cheeks together. You had only planned on feeling his cheeks against your palm, but with him deep in sleep, wasn’t it okay to get a little greedy?

Squish squish squish.

“Hn?”

Blue eyes fluttered open, having felt his face was being compressed and released over and over. Once he realized it was you, his eyes glittered with sleepy adoration as he reached up and cupped your own cheek. You close your eyes in delight.

And so… you spend some time just squishing each others’ cheeks~

“Eh? How did you…” you trailed off, having suddenly been placed underneath him.

“Mm, I think I want to squish something else now…”

“Like wh- Oh…” Heat travels up your cheeks when you feel his hands trail downward from your face. “Okay…”

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☃️Zayne☃️

He had once told you that he was born an adult and therefore could never understand children' s games. And as your childhood friend and physician, you knew that he sort of expected the same maturity from you, considering you were just a few years apart in age.

But maturity be damned!

You were going to squish those cheeks, if that was the last thing you’d do!

“And what are you accomplishing by… doing so?”

You pouted. “It would cure my illness”

“Illness?” He raised an eyebrow. “As your primary physician, I can assure you that you are as healthy as one can be. Aside from your chronic heart condition, that is.”

“But Za- I mean, Dr. Zayne. It’s true! If I am not able to squish your cheeks on time…” You dramatically drape an arm over your eyes, leaning your body against one of the armrests of your chair. “I fear I may turn into dust.”

Behind his glasses, his eyes are focused on some paperwork, though he does spare a quick glance at you in regards to your devastating comment about disintegrating.

“(Y/n), that won’t happen.”

He would never let that happen, not in a million years. Never. Not while he’s still alive and kicking. He’d curse the heavens and take on whatever retribution they’d have for him if they took you away just like that. You have no idea the depth of how he feels for you, but it would be like staring into an abyss… The fact that you would dare even imagine such a thing… Should he-

You double down. “But I can feel it! Just this morning, I looked at my fingers and there was dust! Only you can cure me! Only you!”

Your words sent an arrow straight from Cupid to his heart, but as always, he plucked it out and reinforced the icy wall around it.

“... Are you asking me to diagnose you with Munchausen Syndrome?”

“Munch- Wait, no! Zaaayne. It’ll just take a minute- a second! Just a moment. It’ll be so quick, you won’t feel a thing.”

Well… he supposed, it wouldn’t hurt to indulge you once in a while.

He sighed, resting his glasses on the table. He stood up from his chair and walked around his desk to kneel at your side. With a small smile on his mouth, he gently grabbed your hands before placing this on his cheeks.

“Cured?”

You nodded excitedly, finally having access to the source of your daily physical affection today.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of your hands.

Squish squish squish.

“I thought you said it’ll only take a second.”

You purse your lips. “This is a chronic disease and I must keep squishing to build resistance.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm. Aaand in return, I’ll give you macarons~”

He hummed. “I see that you have insurance in-network with us. All of your fees for today will be covered.”

“Hehe~”

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🐡Rafayel🐡

“Please!”

“No!”

“Please!”

“No!”

“Fine!”

The both of you turned away and pouted at each other’s stubbornness.

For you, it was a matter of denial. If one’s cheeks aren’t squishable, then why squishy-shaped? How frustrating!

For him, it was a matter of… well, sometimes people don’t like being squished! Especially a highly esteemed Lemurian such as himself.

“Meow~”

The hairs on the back of Rafayel’s neck shot straight up at the sound of the wicked monster who had somehow infiltrated his studio and he looked, only to find you on your way to pet the thing. “Wha- What are you doing? Don’t go near that… that thing!”

You ignored him, petting your fingers through the cat’s long fur and tail. Once the cat allowed you to pet its face, your heart melted at the sight of the cat purring with its small and chubby cheeks in your fingers. “Hehehe~”

Suddenly the cat ran away just as a shadow appeared over you. You looked up to find Rafayel’s giving you the biggest pout and indignant eyes you have ever seen.

“Here!” he said reluctantly, crouching down to grab your hands. He placed them against his cheeks. “Instead of petting that monster, you should be petting me.”

You contain your laughter at his cute jealousy as you squished his cheeks to your delight~

Squish squish squish.

“Okay, that’s enough.”

“Noooo!”

“Meow!”

“How did it get back in!?”

“See? If you don’t let me squish them, the cat will keep coming back.”

“Why!?”

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🐦‍⬛Sylus🐦‍⬛

The leader of the Onychinus was not a man known for being cuddly or soft. No, he was known as a man whose hands were stained with blood, and whose presence always invited chaos. It was not he who thrived in the darkness of the N109 Zone, but rather it was the N109 Zone that thrived under his command.

Just as sharply as he dressed and as dangerous as his usual demeanor in dealing with miscreants, his very angular features didn’t exactly spark your instinct to squish his cheeks. At least, the cheeks on his face.

…..

Not that you’re interested in touching him at all in the first place! His nonchalance and ability to move you as he pleased, like a piece on a chessboard, made you want nothing to do with him, lest he take advantage of you. Again. Like he always does!

…..

Okay, well actually you were curious as to what squishing his cheeks would be like. Would they be as hard as rocks or would they be hollow like balloons? They say curiosity killed the cat, but you’re not a kitten, like how he keeps calling you that for some reason. But if you were supposed to be a type of cat, you would totally be a tigers and tigers can’t be tamed so easily, so you should be alright… right?

“And what exactly are you doing, kitten?”

Your hands kept reaching up with open palms before closing into fists and backing down, over and over as you internally debated whether or not it was wise to satisfy your urge to squish. “Wondering what it would feel like to crush a man’s bones.”

“Is that so? Hm. Any particular man in mind?”

“... Perhaps.”

Sylus chuckles, resting a hand on his hip. “Is it… anyone in this room at the current moment.”

“Hm… I believe so. Unfortunately, I’m afraid I’m far too kind for my own good. I think I’ll spare his dignity this one time.” You began to turn, planning to head out and rethink this whole ordeal, until a few of his red and black tendrils stopped you in your tracks.

“Hm… Why don’t you look me in the eye and tell me what you want exactly? I can tell you have something that can’t be satisfied easily. At least… by anyone but me.”

You bit your bottom lip as you released a sigh and turned back around to face him. You opened your mouth confidently. “I just wanted to-” You tried to clear your throat, the words having been accidentally caught back there.

Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately?) for you, his right eye saw all of your hidden desires regarding him. While he filed away the more… impure ones for a later time, he decided to address the most immediate one by grabbing your wrists and placing his cheeks in your palms. All with that damn smirk.

You gave in, brushing your thumbs against his smooth skin, envious of whatever his skin routine was.

Squeeze.

Just like you had assumed, his cheeks weren’t exactly as squishy as yours, but they did have some give. It was mostly muscle though. Totally, not worth the trouble at all! Why did you hesitate in the first place?

After a moment or two, he shifted his face and held the back of your hands to kiss both of your palms.

“That was unnecessary,” you retorted.

“Oh, I beg to differ.”

“... Then beg.”

“Well… Since you asked-”

“Forget it!” you squeaked, snatching back your palms and quickly retreating into the hallway as far as you can.

He didn’t follow luckily. And so, the both of you went back to your own tasks for the day.

Later that evening, he suddenly appeared and hoisted you up onto his arm, smiling to himself as if he was the cat that got the cream.

“W-what are you doing?” you asked, confused.

He stopped in the middle of the hallway. “Do you not want to…?” he smirked at you with a raised eyebrow.

It took you a moment before heat went up to your cheeks. “Sylus!”

“Well? If you don’t, I’ll put you down right now. But if you do…”

You cover your face with your hands. “... I want to.”

“Hm.” He smiled as he continued down the hallway towards his bedroom.

Gosh darn it!

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🍎Caleb🍎

“Lemme squish your cheeks!”

Is what you would have said to Caleb, if it was before the explosion incident. However, that was a time you could no longer return to. Not when so much had changed. Not when you knew too much.

You sat on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Your hands flexed and relaxed as you imagined something soft and malleable underneath them.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

He left you at home again. All alone with just the sound of the clock to accompany you and the vast space of the living room.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

It was safe to say, you were bored more than anything, having nothing to pass the time with.

If you had your phone, you could’ve played some solitaire or one of the new idle games. But no, he took that away, claiming that you could be tracked and robbed without his presence at home. That was fine.

If you were able to access the TV, you probably could’ve watched the cooking channel for new recipes or reruns of old movies, or even the news if they didn’t have any decent channels. But no, he took that away, claiming the reports Skyhaven broadcasted were just full of lies that’ll pollute your fragile mind. That was… okay.

If you could have some knitting needles or perhaps some pencils, pens, and paper, maybe you could’ve entertained yourself with silly arts and crafts or even just writing down your thoughts. But no, he didn’t bother supplying you with such tools in case you decided to harm yourself… It severely irked you, but you suppose you could put up with it. For now.

You looked over at a corner of the room, eyeing the camera there. Then you looked at another corner, finding another camera. Then you thought about the ones in your room, his room, and also the bathroom. No matter where you went, seeing as he made sure it was impossible to leave this house, there would always be a camera watching you. And behind that camera, would be his eyes. You could feel them.

Why couldn’t he let you have your thoughts at least!? Your privacy!? What was wrong with him!? Isn’t this all too extreme!?

He should be punished.

Beep!

Your head jerked towards the front door, before you stood up to greet the colonel who walked in. His purple eyes immediately found yours and a smile bloomed over his frown.

“I’m home.”

“.....”

You ran over to him, claws stretched out. He didn’t stop you, opening his arms for your embrace. When you reached him, your hands found their way to his cheeks and they performed their judgement.

“Owie. Hey, don’t squish so hard, (Y/n)- Ow!”

Indignant, your fingers relentlessly pinched and squished his cheeks until they turned as red as the apples he so enjoyed.

That was all you could do. Any other action, like attempting to wrap your hands around his neck or headbutting him, would have triggered his gravity evol, and you couldn’t bear being locked up in your room again.

“I’m sorry for being late. They had me working overtime. Ow.”

“.....”

“Owie. I’m sorry.” He grabbed your hands and forced them away from his abused cheeks, using his evol for assistance. “Forgive me?”

“.....”

Never.

Even without words, he knew. And like always, he ignored it.

Such is life in Skyhaven.

“Would you like braised pork tonight?”

“.....”

“Alright, braised pork, it is. Salad?”

“.....”

“Oh, we don’t have any dressi- Ow ow! Okay!”

#love and deepspace #lads #lads scenarios #lads x reader #xavier x reader #zayne x reader #rafayel x reader #sylus x reader #caleb x reader #yandere x reader #various x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn reader #deuxcherise writes

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yanderenightmare · 1 year ago

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SHIGARAKI TOMURA masterlist

Darling uses sex as a cure for boredom:

♡ DARLING INITIATING SEX

Cock descriptions:

♡ COCK

What BNHA ! yandere is the scariest:

♡ SCARY YANDERE

Imagines of what happens when the darling tries to deny the BNHA ! yanderes intimacy and sex:

♡ SHIGARAKI

Prince ! Shigaraki x maid ! dalring:

♡ PRINCE x MAID

Yandere captor ! Shigaraki reacting to pregnant darling:

♡ PREGNANT DARLINGS

What type of darling yandere ! Shigaraki likes:

♡ CUTIE vs BRAT

Shigaraki and darling's sexual role-play dynamic:

♡ ROLE-PLAY DYNAMICS

Yandere captor ! Shigaraki with a darling who enjoys being his darling:

♡ DARLING ENJOYS BEING A DARLING

Scummy ! Dabi and Shiggy fight over which hole is better:

♡ WHICH HOLE IS BETTER

Yandere captor ! Shigaraki x darling with early Stockholm syndrome:

♡ EARLY STOCKHOLM SYNDROME

Yandere ! Shigaraki roofying his cheerleader crush at a party, college AU:

♡ CHEERS

Different BNHA ! poly ! relationships:

♡ POLY

Yandere captor ! Shigaraki's need for intimacy:

♡ INTIMATE ACTIVITIES

Yandere kidnapper ! Shigaraki takes revenge on a bratty pretty girl:

♡ CUTTHROAT

Shigaraki's type:

♡ BRATTY DARLING

Yandere captor ! Shigaraki x clumsy ! darling:

♡ CLUMSY DARLING

How yandere captor ! Shigaraki punishes his darling:

♡ PUNISHMENTS

Yandere captor Shiggy with a depressive darling:

♡ INSOMNIA

Wolfboy ! Shiggy buys bunny ! reader from a sex trafficker:

♡ DEAL

Yandere captor Shiggy like playing video games with his darling:

♡ HOBBIES

Yandere captor Shiggy's sleeping habits:

♡ SLEEPING HABITS

Shiggy teaches you how to cum:

♡ STRUGGLE

What Shiggy's like in bed:

♡ AGGRESSIVE SWITCH

Shiggy reacts to his darling developing Stockholm Syndrome:

♡ KISSES

Shigaraki goes yandere for a girl who's immune to his quirk:

♡ FATE

BNHA genderbender:

♡ FEM

The Torodoki family makes use of their quirkless daughter - with friends:

♡ FAMILY FUN

What type of hybrid he is:

♡ HYBRID

Shigaraki is all about the tits:

♡ TITTIES

Shigaraki x hero reader whose quirk he's stolen:

♡ I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH

Shiggy and Dabi share a darling:

♡ PULLED LEFT AND RIGHT

BNHA boys as mythic creatures x darling:

♡ MYTHIC

Shigaraki is the worst BNHA yandere:

♡ FILTHY

Incel Shigaraki crushes on the pretty store clerk at the comic/game shop:

♡ CUSTOMER SERVICE

Shigaraki drugs and fucks Dabi's pretty girlfriend:

♡ GOODIE TWO SHOES

Yandere Shigaraki is really into BDSM:

♡ PET

Gross Shigaraki makes you wash him:

♡ SHOWER

Shigaraki finds his soulmate:

♡ FATE CAN BE A BTICH

Incel Shigaraki hating that he's going soft for reader:

♡ MISERY

Nasty Shigaraki makes pretty reader rim him:

♡ PRETTY RIMMER

Good yandere Shigaraki traits:

♡ GOOD TRAITS

♡ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA masterlist ♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist ♡ ALL masterlists

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ardensregias · 1 year ago

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look at me

yandere!aventurine x gn!reader, manipulation, hypnosis, reader's mom is mara struck, sfw with suggestive ending.

"...that's too risky, i cannot afford to gamble with my own mother's life."

your mother has been struck by mara, causing her to slowly lost her sanity. the severity hasn't reached the point of no return, and you have given her treatments—which works quite well, with the cost of occasional memory loss. and you have been traversing the stars to find a cure, which leads you to penacony.

meanwhile, aventurine smirks at you, as if already expecting that answer. what a kind soul, he thinks. which will make it more fun to corrupt.

"i understand how important she is to you, which is why i'm generously offering you this new and more effective treatment—one that has 75% success rate." the gambler says, bringing his gloved hands up to take off his glasses, accentuating the pretty colors of his eyes, the kind of eyes that only sigonians have, though his are devoid of life and light.

he place the pink shades down on the table, before adding, "also, the IPC is currently researching on a possible remedy for mara, and i can just gave it to your mother for free."

you bit your bottom lip, unsure and scared. but the possibility of the treatment actually succeeds in removing your beloved mother's pain, the possibility of her smile blooming once more...

before you can speak further, he leans even closer and toy with the collar of your shirt, "all for the small price of keeping me company for the next month." his hands slowly creep up towards your chin, grabbing it to make you face him.

you look up, immediately becoming mesmerized at the beautiful shades of pink and blue of his eyes. you begin to feel a strange tingling sensation, slowly running down your entire body the longer you stare.

"what's your answer, then?" the senior manager tilts his head, using his gloved thumb to caress your bottom lip. although he may appear calm in the outside, he's secretly holding the urge to pounce on you right then and there.

aventurine's smirk turns into a full-blown grin when he notices how you start to relax. with this, he's sure that you'll come around sooner or later. your expression, slowly turns from hesitation to obedience agreement.

the hypnotizing power of aventurine's eyes are slowly affecting you, putting you in a trance and coaxing you to obey his every command. and it's not like you can look away if his index and thumb are holding your face in place.

"alright, since you insist..." you reply in a low voice, naively unaware of his manipulation. aventurine thinks of how you're such an easy target, and how he should've done this sooner.

"good." his grin is replaced by a relaxed smile, and aventurine's other hand moves to click on the holographic screen beside him, confirming the payment for your mother's treatment. it seems that spending billions of credits at once barely affect his bank account's balance.

aventurine thinks of how a mere business trip can turn out so much more interesting after having met you. he'll have to thank diamond later for assigning him to this project.

"now then, shall we move to my private quarters? we shall discuss the terms during your time accompanying me." his arms curl around your waist and drag you with him, flashing a cocky smirk at you.

"after all, you have to know how to satisfy me if we are to become partners, right?"

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trancylovecraft · 1 year ago

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Headcanons for Yandere JD from Heathers the musical?

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Okay, JD, This maniac.

I headcannon JD to be an Obsessive, Possessive, Violent and perhaps even a bit Manipulative and Delusional.

Obsessive in the way that its.. Well, It's JD! After a life of moving from place to place after his mothers death, He's become lonely. So when you come into his life, Willing to cure that ailment, JD is instantly all over you. He's not really obsessive about you, But the idea of you if that makes sense.

Possessive in the way that it ties into the last point, You're his only source of social interaction. You're his only friend and JD is not going to let anyone take you from him. You're HIS, Not anyone elses.

Violent in the way that JD get's absolutely livid if you do try to leave him. I mean, He tried to blow up westerburg for fucks sake! He's unstable and will get real volatile if you do try to get away.

Manipulative in the way that JD plays to your emotions. He'll make you feel guilty over the people he's killed, He'll make you feel like shit for trying to leave. Perhaps he'll even get you to assist in these murders, JD loves you but you must understand that this is just how he shows his love!

And Delusional in the way he believes that the entire world is against him, That it's all evil. But not you, You're an angel! You're the good in-between all the dirt, That's why he loves you so much! You can do no wrong in his eyes, Even if you do get a little bit confused sometimes..

I can see JD falling in love with you in a few ways.

The first is where you're an outcast like him, A social loner who doesn't really have anyone to talk to at break times. You're nice but you're quiet, Keeping to yourself.

I can see JD latching onto you after a single interaction. Maybe he drops something and you pick it up for him, Maybe you lend him a pen during class. Either way, It's the single domino to the catastrophe that will come later.

The second way is where you're popular, Really popular. So much so that you're part of the Heathers. Maybe you and Chandler have a history and that's why you're with them, But either way you follow beside her as one of the queen bee's in school.

But you're not mean, You're kind. Maybe you welcome JD into the school once he joins, Maybe you just say hello to him in the halls everyday. And this is enough for him, He becomes infatuated with you.

I'm going to go with the second option.

So you're a heather, You go to parties, You date, You do all the stuff a heather is expected to do. But it's not your style, You're only with them because Chandler was your friend growing up and you were hot enough to stay with her in the group.

But you make do. You're nice to everyone you meet, That's more your speed. You lead the student council, You organise school events and you make sure everyone has a good-time.

It's a good change of pace from all the stuff that comes with The Heathers. You have a decent life and it's future is looking pretty bright, With your good grades and status as the student council leader, You're destined to get into a good college.

Until JD turns up at the school.

It's pretty rare to get a student show up half-way through the year, And it'd be a pretty stressful time too. So you make sure to search him out and welcome him in here with open arms, You would've wanted that if you were in his scenario at least.

So you search him out, Helps that you and him share a class together. And before the bell rings, You find him early in his seat just getting ready for class.

And you walk up to him despite his rather cold demeanour, You introduce yourself to JD anyways and ask him how his first day was.

And JD is shocked.

Someone as pretty and popular like you greeting him? And in such a kind way? JD is at a loss for words, He's not usually welcomed with such warmth on account of his "bad-boy demeanour" and tendency to avoid crowds.

So when you welcome him to the school, Ask him how he's settling in. JD can't help but answer with a witty remark as an instant way to try strike up conversation.

And even though it doesn't last long due to the bell ringing and you needing to sit down and do your work, JD certainly can't take his mind or his eyes off of you. Looking at you more than the work in front of him.

He's the kind of yandere that gets interested fast, Not needing a second interaction to spike his interest. JD can already tell that you're perfect, An angel in your own right. He doesn't need any more confirmation.

Afterwards, Yeah, He's hooked!

After that, JD starts to follow you around just far enough so that you don't notice him. In school or out of it, He's just got to know more.

He eventually learns where you live after he follows you home one day. He learns what you like, Who your friends are. Your favourite flavour, If you have any pets or whether you drink coffee or tea.

Its all so perfect to him.

You start to find little gifts in your locker, Maybe a box of your favourite treats or even a flower that you're particularly fond of.

You of course, Being a heather means that you get a lot of attention from both guys and gals so receiving these things in your locker is not uncommon. Therefore you just go about your day, Maybe eating the treats of placing the flower in a pot.

JD begins to get violent, His tendencies starting to kick up. Anyone else that tries to ask you out, Anyone that you may sleep with, Anyone that you even just talk to gets a beat-down from the man himself.

I mean, How dare they try touch you? JD is by no means deserving of you and he knows it, But that doesn't mean everyone else is entitled either.

JD certainly tries to hang out in spots where you usually go just for the chance of seeing you, To maybe start another conversation with you.

By now you've definetly heard of what JD's been doing. Beating people up, The rumours spreading around about him. It freaks you out, Especially since a lot of the victims were your friends.

So you avoid him, Not wanting to anger him.

You know that JD is probably troubled. He's outcast with low social skills, He's joined the school half-way during the year and he's violent. You've heard the type and realise he probably has some home issues.

But you're not an adult, You're not professionally trained. You're just trying to get through high school, So you have no way to help him. It's not like you could get him any help, Westerberg is not known for it's counselling and you're not his friend so you don't think it's right of you to find him some.

JD for one, Is irked.

He doesn't deserve you in the slightest. Among the filth, The cruelty and the evil of the world you are the angel above them. JD is no better than everyone else, But he's certainly trying his best to get your attention.

He knows he'd be good for you, He knows he'd be the only one who'd be able to keep you away from all the dirt.

JD just wished you'd listen.

So he's gonna make sure you hear him now.

It's a completely normal morning, One day when you walk into school you're instantly bombarded with the news of a body being found in the ditch by the school.

You're horrified as you learn it to be one of the people you talk to often, Sometimes before and after class and within the hallways.

Its even worse to know that the body was mangled so viciously that the police suspected that it was a wild animal like a cougar that got to him, All before figuring out that it was a murder.

More victims pop up over the next few days, More and more bodies pile up. You're terrified, Horrified as they all were people you very much knew.

The next few weeks are tense and distrustful amongst the student body. You as the student council leader should know, As the majority of your school events have been closed due to safety reasons.

Somehow the school has been kept open despite all the victims being apart of their student body. Something about education reasons, You remember one of your teachers saying something about being too far into the school year.

People don't walk alone in the halls, Everyone looks behind their back. Everyone is suspicious of everyone, Mostly because nobody knows if the culprit is one of them.

Parties have started to die down. Not the crazy blow-out ones that you and the rest of the heathers go to, No, The people hosting them are too stupid to do so. But the ones with more common sense decide to just stop until all of this is over.

More and more bodies start to appear, One per week was the current rate. There have even been bets in your school to see who would be next, People rounding up the money. Its disgusting, It horrifies you.

Students have been instructed to walk home in groups. You comply as you walk home with Duke, Chandler and McNamara. You wanna stay safe, You wanna make sure you and your friends get home safe.

All until one day you enter your room, Greeting your parents at the door and going upstairs to your quarters. You only see that your bedroom window is cracked open before you hear the scream of a door slamming shut.

You near get whiplash from looking around so quick, Eyes widening as you stare dead at the face of JD standing in your room Blocking the door.

You can barely scream before he is on you, A hand covering your mouth while another snakes around your waist to form a twisted mockery of a lovers hold. All the while he tells you "It's just him!" "It's gonna be fine."

It certainly will not. Keep in mind the only interaction you two had was months ago, The rest was him beating the shit out of your friends. So you're horrified when he talks to like he knows you..

Thats when the realisation hits you.

You instantly start kicking and screaming in a desperate attempt to get out of his hold. JD tries to calm you but you do not listen anymore, He is the murderer that was terrorising your town.

Once you bite his hand and it relents, You beg for him not to kill you. You cry and scream for your parents, For him to let you go, For you to live!

JD doesn't understand why you're struggling so much, He knows he's not worthy to even touch you but he shouldn't be viewed like this! He should be your knight in shining armour.

JD knows that the people surrounding you have made you like this, Which is why he grabs the nearest blunt object, A lampshade, And bashes it over your head.

You instantly fall unconcious, If not too woozy to know what the hell is going on. JD catches you before you fall to the ground, Almost seeing it as a romantic gesture.

By now the commotion has alerted your parents, So JD throws you over his shoulder and makes his way back out through the window. Neither of you seen, No witnesses found.

This starts the domestic stage.

You wake up within an abandoned cellar. Its dark, Dusty, Cold and grotty. Spiders being common, Other invertebrates even more so.

The only things in there consist of debree, A makeshift bed of old blankets, A small box containg your belongings (And ones you dont remember keeping) and spiderwebs.

You try to get out but the old trapdoor keeping you in was in suprisingly good condition, And you had no tools to help break it down.

Its only hours after you've given up trying to break down the door, Huddled in the corner with your old dirty clothing does he finally appear.

You found out that he's keeping you in some old abandoned building outside of town that he so happened to have the key for. JD tells you that its not permanent, That he'll take you back once you've realised how shoddy the world is.

You of course, Are strong-minded and refuse to play in. But you can't fight back, Can't escape so all you can do is bide your time..

JD still goes to school to avoid suspicion, Making sure that nothing leads back to him. The outside world has deemed you a body they've yet to find.

When he comes home he always brings you your food and sometimes he brings you a gift too (Something that may help you escape). He also brings you a bunch of spare clothes too.

You're unable to shower since there is no running water anywhere, Your only source of hydration being the pack of water bottles JD brought for you.

JD only comes to see you before and after school, Him going home to sleep and him being in school are the only times he's away from you.

Whenever he is with you though, He keeps rambling on and on about his own plans. How horrid the world is but how amazing you were, Almost worshipping.

He also likes for you to give him physical affection, Him laying his head on your lap is a big thing for him. He'll force you to accept it too, Despite profusely apologising the entire time.

If the topic of another man or woman you particularly like comes into play, JD will instantly darken and get violent. He doesn't like it when you bring up someone other than him, You're his angel, Not theirs.

JD is unstable and might even strike you across the face for this, Not in control of his own actions. But straight afterwards once he sees you crying on the floor in pain. He instantly goes into hundreds and hundreds of apologies, So very sorry for harming you.

He won't forgive himself either, How dare he lay a hand on you?

If you do ever give into him fully then you will be let out of the basement. JD will forge a plan that would make it seem that you were held hostage/attacked, Lost and dazed (Depending on how long you were in there). Westerberg's police, Being underfunded as they are will not look into it.

You'd probably get back to school with a shit-ton of empathy and the man who found you, Now boyfriend, Hanging on your arm with a triumphant grin.

The only way I see you escaping this is to do what Veronica should've done and drive the fuck over to Seattle, Change your name and general appearance and never show your face in Sherwood again.

However if JD does catch you then its going to be messy. This man's violent tendencies will go on overdrive, He'll scream, Cry and may even kill you out of sheer unstable anger.

Of course if he does, He'd never forgive himself. So much so that he'd feel like joining you..

Overall he's JD. Yandere posterboy. Good luck with him!

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okchijt · 11 months ago

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Can you do romantic yandere Adam x reader hazbin hotel alphabet? :)))

Author's Note: YES, I ABSOLUTELY CAN!!! Sorry not sorry but he's my fav so this request single-handedly cured my writer's block lmao. The amount of love I have for this sexist narcissistic man is unreal, which I know sounds bad... BUT I DON'T CARE HE'S THE BEST! And lastly, go ahead and check out my masterlist if you like what you just read and if you want to request anything yourself, thank you, and enjoy!🩷

Possible Trigger Warnings: Some minimal NSFW that is only mostly mentioned a few times with no explicit detail.

Adam -> Yandere Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

You're the only person he's affectionate with and genuinely so. It's not just about sex or a quick fling with you like some other angels/winners he was seeing before you. He holds a much deeper type of feeling for you, something he didn't even have with Lilith or Eve, and unlike with them, Adam isn't planning on letting you go no matter what, even if you're willing in the relationship or not. For that reason alone, I feel like he'd be pretty intense with it: heated make-out sessions, ''inappropriate'' grabbing, be that your ass or thighs, and just possessive holding on the waist or around the shoulder in general. He puts on this act in public so the others won't catch on to how low he has fallen with the way he feels about you, he doesn't want his ''cool guy'' image to be tarnished just because he's soft for you. But in private he's more gentle, considerate, and even pathetic with how he treats you, always asking for permission or where you would like to be touched.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Not at all. You're obviously up in Heaven with him and it's not like Adam has any interest in making Heaven his personal blood bath, so he's pretty chill. If you were an Exterminator like him though, he would get pretty messy, wanting to impress you with how gruesomely and fast he finishes the enemy. He wants to show just how powerful he is and that he's the only one you should depend on. But if you're just a regular angel or winner, then you obviously don't know anything about his "work-life", so like I said at the beginning, he's pretty chill...mostly

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Only if you'd tick him off, by which I mean disobeying him or acting out. He'd be like: "Oh, boohoo, stop your fucking whining and get over it! You're fucking mine now, bitch!" Or anything along those lines. He'd basically refer to you like you're inferior to him and say that you should be grateful that the Adam graces you with his time and presence. Which is funny because no matter how much Adam likes to pretend you're below him, he secretly worships you and thinks you're his God. So even though Adam has his occasional slip-up of being way too aggressive and mean to you than he intends to be, he always tries to make it up to you later in some way. Even though he won't admit to it, he always feels guilty for treating you horribly, so don't be surprised when you hear a very half-assed apology from him or a present of some kind to indicate he is sorry, because he genuinely does feel guilty even if his words or actions don't portray that in the best of ways.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Yes, that being quality time together and affection. If you're well-behaved, you'd be allowed to walk around Heaven "freely" with him. But only on the condition that all of your time and attention is on him, you're not allowed to go anywhere alone without him. You wanna go bawling? Eat somewhere? Just hang out outside? That's fine, as long Adam is right next to you. So basically no privacy. Adam does not hold back on affection, whether in private or in public his arm/hand is either always on you or around you. He may be super clingy, but he's considerate enough to stop touching you in any inappropriate way out in public if you tell him to. Which he gets super bummed over and will beg you relentlessly to let him be bolder with his affection for you, no matter the answer he will respect it, apprehensively, but he will.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Adam, vulnerable? Never. Even though you are the only person he would ever wanna be or feel so exposed with, he's just too prideful and insecure to let himself do that. He feels like he shouldn't feel anything but good about himself and to always act like the top dog no matter how he truly feels. You'd really have to try hard to get him to open up to you like that, but no matter how close you get you'll just be faced with a greatly angered Adam. Bearing his heart to you comes off as easier for him though. He's super confident about it, even though his wording sounds extremely awkward, showing just how new he is to actually loving someone in the way he loves you. You can always tell he's forcing himself to sound more considerate or romantic, he means everything he says of course, it just sounds fake because it comes out of his mouth so it feels uncanny even for him.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Just a bunch of irritated and confused cursing as he tries to calm you down. He doesn't necessarily curse at you, he just does as he struggles to come up with anything that won't be him just screaming at you and calling you names. But to answer the question directly, he doesn't like it, mostly. There is a tiny bit of him that does enjoy it because he finds you hot when you're angry, but he'll still much rather you not try to kick and bite him just to escape you're shared home. Adam would try to restrain you as fast and gently as possible, pinning you down and holding you're wrists behind your back before pushing you to a secluded room and locking you in there till you calm down.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Adam is certainly amused by your attempts of trying to get away, but it doesn't mean he endorses it or doesn't get bored of it quickly. If you do it frequently then he'd just become more and more irritated, struggling to keep himself composed and not accidentally hurt you or your feelings. Not to mention, at some point, he'd realized how fucked he'd be if you did escape and anyone would find out that he kidnapped you so he gets more stressed and forceful with keeping you in instead of out. So it's a no for the most part.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Hard to say... I think it depends on what kind of person you are and how much are you willing to tolerate when in regards to your kidnapper. Adam is loud, clingy, possessive, narcissistic, insecure, prideful, arrogant, disrespectful, immature, ignorant, selfish, etc. I could go all day honestly. Point is, if you're someone who could not handle one or more of his traits on the daily, then I'd say every day with Adam is like a nightmare to you probably.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Nothing too crazy, just you finally accepting that you belong with him and reciprocate his feelings. Adam just wants you to want him in the same way he wants you, living a normal and loving domestic life together, is that too much to ask?

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Adam is the jealous type! He thinks that everyone, even Lute is in some way trying to steal you away from him. He lashes out at those he deems as a threat, never outwardly blaming you for others getting in the way. Adam is immensely paranoid about you leaving or someone stealing you away, he won't let anyone steal his love away a third time. Lilith and Eve abandoning him, really left a huge scar on Adam, therefore him letting you form any sort of friendship is under his watch only. No ifs or buts, his insecure self is the one deciding who is "trustworthy" enough to spend time with you without them stealing you away. Not like he'll ever leave you alone with the person anyway.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

I've already touched on it, but Adam views you the same way he views God, someone who should be worshipped and treated as such. The only problem is that Adam is far too insecure and prideful to treat you the way he wants to openly. He has a "reputation" to uphold in the eyes of his fellow angels so out in the open he's pretty much the same as ever, except with a little hint of softness and consideration that is only ever reserved for you. He'd try to be more gentle with you, not curse so much around you or at you, not be so loud around you, basically not be the usual ass he is. Though him being better for you is a struggle and he does slip up more often than he'd like to admit, he still won't stop trying. Anything to gain your approval and affection.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Courting? What is that? This is "Dickmaster" we're talking about! He should be able to get you without even trying! It always worked before so why shouldn't he expect you to fall right into his arms like everyone else? But low and behold the shock he gets from you doing the opposite. You mean, he actually has to try this time??? Well, you're in luck! Cause if this was anyone else, Adam would have given up right then and there, but this is you we're talking about and he hasn't felt this way about anyone since... Ever really. So he'd approach you like he does everyone else but with a hint of anxiety to it and a very subtle change in his demeanor where he's surprisingly sweet and gentle with you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really, no. Already said it a few times before, but the way he treats you is the same as he does with everyone else with a subtle difference here and there. Adam doesn't even acknowledge half the time when his dickish humor and loud yelling suddenly shifts into soft pleading and gentle touches when he's alone with you.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

We already know Adam is sadistic and cruel just from the way he views the Exterminations as entertainment and the way he treats the sinners as trash to throw around without any regard, making the contrast drastic when it comes to you. Whether you're aware of Exterminations or not, it's surprising how this man won't even dream of putting his hands on you in any way with an intent to harm you. He basically punishes you as if you were a child: time out, no TV, no ice cream/snacks, being locked in your room, etc. It sounds degrading and it would feel that way if it weren't for the fact he sounds absolutely clueless and guilty as he enforces his punishments on you, because in reality, he has no idea what he's doing. It's laughable really with how hard he's trying to discipline you while failing at the same type because of how childish his methods are.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Just the ability to be anywhere or do anything without him. Okay, maybe not that extreme, but it depends. Like, going outside without him is a big no-no that will not be tolerated without him being with you, it will immediately result in one of his punishments back at home. The same goes with spending time or even talking with others, he has to be next to you to monitor the situation, he's not happy about letting you talk to others, but he'll put up with it if it means you warming up to him for it. That's pretty much it, you're free to roam and do whatever inside the house. It's just outside of it does Adam step in and dictates what you can or can't do.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Adam is not a patient man by any means. With you, however? He struggles but tries to be as patient with you as he can. If you don't disobey him or fight back in any way then he acts like his usual clingy self around you. He's surprisingly patient with you slowly letting him in, sure he still forces his affections onto you, but he'll back away the moment you tell him to. Adam more than anything wants you to finally submit yourself to him so he can go as far with you as he desires, so he'll be patient with you as long as you need. After all, he's not only with you so you can please him, if it were about that he wouldn't have you locked up in his home with him, would he?

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No, never. That would break him. His first and second wife left him for the most hated being in all of creation and the sole reason evil even exists in the world. And now you, someone who at some point he realized you outshine both Lilith and Eve in every aspect, his perfect little angle/winner. Adam would go through Hell and back just to have you back with him, destroying everything and anyone in his path who dares to keep you two apart. Death is not an option and escaping/leaving is hardly a possibility with how glued to you he is 24/7. But if you did manage to somehow get out while you can, there would never be a time of day when you wouldn't have to look over your shoulder in fear he won't eventually find you. Because he will. He will always find you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No, and no. Such a thought won't ever even cross his mind! You should feel honored that out of everyone he picked you! You belong together, and Adam knows you'll someday feel the same about him. He's never willingly letting you go, that's for sure.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His last two serious relationships left a huge psychological scar on Adam, one that he pretends doesn't exist by being a huge ass. Since his last wife left him, he hasn't fallen in love with anyone until he met you, or at least not in such an odd way. He hasn't been this happy since his time in the Garden of Eden! You sparked him back to life in such a way his previous relationships could never achieve, and he intends to keep it that way.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Instant internal panic. He hates seeing you like this, seeing you at your lowest really bothers him. You really bring out the humane part of him with how bad and guilty he feels seeing you in such a state. Which only makes the situation worse cause he has no idea what to do or how to help you. He'll do just about anything to get you to stop crying/screaming, put on a show for you, give you gifts, get your favorite snacks, try to gently calm you down, and even hug you if you let him. If you're isolating though, surprisingly he will give you some space for a bit, hoping you'll deal with whatever it is you're dealing with eventually. But if hours run by and you're still sulking in the corner, he's right by your side trying anything to cheer you up, and again, try to wrap his arms around you as he whispers sweet reassuring words into your ear and kisses your cheek. Adam at no point knows what he's doing or how to help you exactly, never been forced into a position of comforting someone, he just knows he hates seeing you like this and has to find a way to help you before he starts to get annoyed and potentially lash out at you, and lord knows he doesn't want that to happen.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He doesn't kill his ''competition''. You're both up in Heaven and he can't exactly harm or kill one of his fellow angels or winners just because he's jealous, it would only risk you two becoming fallen or worse, you being taken away from him. None of these options would ever happen, but if they did somehow come true, you better know Adam is fighting tooth and nail to get you back, even if it results in his own downfall.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Pretending to finally have fallen for him. While a little suspicious at first, if you play your cards right, you can easily fool him into believing you reciprocate his feelings. Adam is instantly over the moon the minute you say you finally love him, he has his arms wrapped around you in a second before kissing you all over. He feels like he's smitten for you all over again, instantly bending to your every call and whim. You can easily exploit him into letting you do whatever you want, like easily returning to whatever life you had before meeting Adam and pretending like you being kidnapped and forced to love him never happened. The only downside is that he's more clingy and affectionate than ever, never leaving you alone for long, and if you want to be able to have your old life back then be prepared to pretend to love him for the rest of your eternal days! Because once Adam catches on that you've been lying, your relationship is instantly brought back to how it used to be, except it's worse because whatever freedom you once had before this whole fiasco is gone. It feels like his past is back to haunt him, reliving does same scars both of his wives left him, instantly becoming colder and meaner toward you for some time, it will take a long time for Adam to forgive you and trust you again, if ever.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No, absolutely not. Surprising isn't it? But with how highly he views you without you even realizing, he'd rather have the Exterminations be completely disbanded altogether if it means him never purposefully harming you. Sure, he may be a little too forceful with you sometimes or accidentally go too far but he never means to, he even immediately jumps away from you like a scared cat if he even hears you let out a pained sound from the way he's holding you. Adam sucks at apologizing or feeling empathy in general, but with you, it's a whole different story. His apologies still come off as somewhat forced or like he doesn't mean them, but he truly does and will do and say just about anything if it means you forgiving him and letting him hold you again.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

You are his sole purpose and the only thing he cares and thinks about 24/7. Of course, he worships you! Well, not openly at least. He's just scared that if anyone else catches on to how he really feels about you his reputation would go down the drain and he can't let that happen! That's why you'll only see this worshipping side of him in private, only then will you experience Adam sitting on his knees in front of you, begging for you to finally let him in and let him love you, showering you with endless praise while doing so. He'll do and say just about anything to finally win you over. He's a closeted simp is what I'm getting at.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A week at most before he decides he should just steal you away to have you all to himself. I say this cause at the beginning Adam does try to court you like he did his previous dates before deciding you're different and matter so much more to him than anyone ever could or did. He can't even comprehend not living without you and letting you slip away so might as well just speed up the process of you living in his home with him like the happy couple you are! Not.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Depending on your tolerance of his general bullshit self, maybe??? I'm more inclined to say no though. Adam would never strive to break you on purpose, heck the more you refuse his love the faster he'll be the one to break in the relationship. But seriously, I don't think it's possible to break being with Adam, at most you're always annoyed with him and hate life but that's about it.

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dozing-marshmallow · 5 months ago

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YANDERE! FRANKIE X READER ONE SHOT

Decided to expand this since I love the yandere trope sm 💝

Content warning: harassment

“Won’t you look at me?” Frankie pleaded, forcing your eyes to be met with his close up face.

“Leave me alone.”

He used his other hand to cup the other side of your face, now locking you on him,“My dear contestant, is that any way to talk to your saviour?”

You tried ripping his hold off you. Frustration was beginning to build up. For a thing with extendable springs for limbs, there was no need for him to be this strong,“You didn’t save me, I saved myself.”

“You did? I didn’t know you could have ever paid your debt off without me!” he mocked, pretend sensations of Frankie snapping your neck assaulted your mind as he stroked your head,“Is it too much of me to ask for some gratitude?”

You scoffed,“Gratitude for something you voluntarily put out? No one asked you to-”

“Oh, but they did! The ratings speak for themselves!" he cut you off with pride, twisting your head to look at the rising emerald line on the monitor screen, before bringing you back to him,"I wonder how many more we could get if I made this more skin than cotton...” by that, he used his other hand to tap on your chest.

Your strength powered a "No!" out of your mouth.

"No worries! You are all mine to see." he took a silent moment to grace both sides of your jawline,“You’re a pretty one, aren’t you? I’ve only seen a few contestant faces before, but they were already disfigured.” he chuckled remorselessly, his fingers crawling all over your disgusted face,“Yours is just so enchanting, this skin stitching bone and flesh together! You have all your features in all the right place, contestant! Same two eyes, same nose, same juicy pair of lips...”

You managed to quiver,“How long... How long until the next season?”

“Should be ready in a couple of weeks now, dear contestant.” Frankie answered, your heart dropping. A couple of weeks? Frankie knew too, though was much more pleased, freezing his hands by your jawline again,“Plenty of time for us to bond and get to know each other.”

You were terrified,”Stop it.”

“Ah, dear lucky contestant...” his smile tainting with uncontrollable infatuation,“Quite the fighter you are!”

You were terrified of blinking,"Of course! You're insane! You’re delusional, you’re awful, selfish, invasive-!”

"Come now, you can’t be angry when it was you who changed my programme!” the gameshow host replied, as though you said nothing,“It's only fair that you'd be my cure."

"I seem to be making you worse!" then an idea popped into your mind. It was wild, impossible, mad even, but it was worth trying,"Hey, I have a solution. I learnt this back in school in uh, computer science. If you let me leave as promised, you'll definitely go back to normal!" you lied. You don’t remember a single thing about computer science since you left middle school.

"Definitely, huh?” the robot asked with a gleam of curiosity,“Are you sure about that, contestant?"

You nodded rapidly, adding on with a large smile,"Oh yeah! Everyone knows that. You'll be back to your normal self in no time! In fact, if I leave right now, it’s guaranteed that uh, this lovesickness will be gone for good!”

"Wow! You know your stuff! Then if that’s the case-" he suddenly picked you up and held you tight,"Why would I ever do that?"

"W-What?" Had you...trapped yourself?,"No no no, Frankie, y-you're supposed to, it can't not be done! There's a uh time limit and you can't uh-" This can't be happening!

"You care and think so much about me..." he mindlessly remarked in a tone that might have been mumbling, using a hand to pick and adjust your hair while the other glued onto your back,"I have never felt anything more spectacular! And if you leaving will take it away from me, that just can't be."

Was it too late to say the opposite?,"Uh actually, if I stay, it'll most definitely go!" that's stupid, it doesn't make any sense, why did you say that?

He stopped petting you,"Contestant, how stupid do you think I am? Do you think I don't know that you're just saying that so you can go back to your miserable life?" he knew. The pace from his unwanted adoration to reason slammed your heart against your ribs. The scariest part? His smile was still there, centimetres away from your cheek.

You gulped,"Th-That's not true!”

At that, Frankie’s obsession oozed back in his words,"Aw dear contestant, you have made me so happy!” he began walking out of the control room,“This is too cruel to keep to myself. I want to pay back the thought. Not literally now!"

No use. He was far too self aware than you gave him credit for.

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alito234 · 5 months ago

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platonic yandere hsr x Reader with the Omnitrix

This work was translated since I don't know much English.

to begin with you are an anomaly you should not exist but hey here you are, you were born on a planet deserted by humans you grew up with a species although intelligent it was not human you lived well until a meteorite fell and there was the damn watch that obviously sticks to your arm and voila now you are a super hero, for the next few years you practiced with the watch for two years and although your family was happy for you and your new powers they knew that you would eventually leave but they were happy for you after all you are their little baby from another kind, you finally get ready to leave the planet at only 12 years old, transformed into a jetray and with a last goodbye you are going to exploit the universe without knowing what awaits you.

stellaron hunters Their first meeting is simply disastrous. They had to kill someone in Elio's name but you stood against them. They clearly didn't take you seriously after all. You're just a brave brat who doesn't know what he's doing. They were shocked when you blinded him before he could see. you transformed into gravattack, you fought transformed into gravattack and you sent him flying obviously none of them were happy but they were still interested in you after all I had never seen anything like you, for Kafka you are interesting I had never seen someone like you a shapeshifter plus I had many questions why a little boy like you had that kind of Power, for Firefly she is curious about your behavior, how you defended a stranger without hesitation. That seemed adorable and noble of you, although she was also upset with you for harming Sam. For Blade, it's simple, she wants to kill you, it doesn't matter much that you are a child. you are a threat and he will It could be for two reasons, one because you humiliated him by simply making him float and not really fighting him, finally, Silver Wolf is interested in the Omnitrix and wants to try to hack it.

when they told Elio about you... he just stayed silent before laughing and asking if they were serious... if he wasn't happy at all, you are an anomaly neither you nor your aliens should exist and now you are a damn threat for your "destiny" In their second meeting it is in Penacony you were simply enjoying the music and the show with your little savings (being a hero is a very poorly paid job) when Kafka tried to use his Spiritual Whisper on you...of course it didn't work against the Sonorosian (echo echo) and you simply multiply to leave her stunned with your sonic screams

Due to his second failed attempt this time it was Blade who tried to cut off your arm directly...he came back with a strong radiation infection but he was pretty calm after all you finally took him seriously...of course his immune system was completely screwed but at least this time it was a fight, silver wolf and firefly were together....both ended up hacked by upgrade and without technology Sam will be out of service and silver wolf's chip was improved...unfortunately it was also destroyed winning the eternal hatred of the lady So if they hate you a lot, after all, you always get in the way of their plans, of course, until that time.

In one of their missions in Penacony they had to kill a slaver on his vacation but there you were they thought you were going to stop them again... but not this time, surprisingly you wanted to stop him because they almost discovered your little home planet and you weren't going to. Allow me, in reality you get along very well with them, they simply have a lot of interests in common like video games with Silver Wolf (you almost always beat him) this makes them have a rivalry, he finds it interesting how you are so good even though you are only If you haven't been playing for a short time, she becomes something like a cool cousin or with the cute firefly who now owes you her life, why guess that you cured her of her entropy loss (bless the creator of the Omnitrix and the genetic repair function) and that's how you won the affection of the girl who is the one you get along with best after all, she only sees you as a little child, she gives you little things like toys that you can't afford because of your miserable hero salary or candy being an amazing big sister

With Blade and Kafka the relationship is more complicated, Kafka asks you many questions about yourself that you awkwardly answer. His questions range from your favorite color to whether you are no longer a virgin. He is clearly interested in your past and how, technically speaking, you are an orphan, which only makes that they are much more interested in you the simple fact that you are so trusting with them something that they love after all it would be very easy to manipulate you and guide you to the "correct" path at their side guiding you like a mother, and finally blade....the evil bastard does not miss the opportunity to try to kill you, from pushing you off a building or in front of some criminals with weapons, he has already tried to stab you and he has done it only for the Omnitrix to transform you into swampfire to resist his stabs and put a strong punch for the attempted murder against you, yes well he simply wants to discover how difficult you are to kill, yes they have a quite complicated relationship after all if you were not so heroic or they were not murderers they would probably be almost friends (except blade that guy he just wants you dead)

They finally have the exslaver and although you only try to take him to a desert planet as punishment... Kafka puts a bullet in his forehead, something that bothers you, although not too much, if it causes the conflict of ideals to start, after all, you are still a problem due to your existence...unless you join them,

Kafka is the one who proposes it simply with a "if you want to stop us from continuing to murder, just join us and you will know why we do it and you will have someone to trust"

Obviously you refuse, you can't just become a Villado, this will disappoint everyone, especially Firefly, who had already become attached to you...the only one who's happy, let's say, is Blade for the simple fact that it means he can keep trying to kill you, the unfortunate one still I try to meet him with a punch from Atomix in the entire stomach, sending him flying, it seems that the fight is going to begin but Kafka stops you with a simple warning "eventually we will come for you little one so either you come for us by the good and we will give you certain freedoms or you will not like what happens when we find that beautiful world where you come from "

you freeze at their threat you trusted them and now this was your punishment they knew about your family and most importantly they knew about you dear home you hesitate for a moment as you consider your options the idea of killing them crosses your mind but you simply dismiss it You're not like that...but if you're a little cheater, you quickly change to amphibian, erasing her memories of your planet from Kafka's head. This surprises the group and angers Kafka, who already grabs the tentacle to pull you towards her and give you a strong punch. "You thought it would be so easy, little brat" Firefly quickly changes to Sam and holds you... you apologize before electrocuting her and fleeing from there transformed into xlr8 and although Firefly wants to go after you Silver Wolf stops her "let him go "Eventually we will meet again" Silver Wolf said amused "after all if that little boy wants to play cat and mouse we will play with him"

coming soon astral express

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littlepuddingsworld · 11 months ago

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Okay, this is going to sound insane, but please hear me out.

In the 19th century, there were doctors who specialised in curing "female hysteria", which was often just misdiagnosed sexual frustration (Whenever women were too out of control for men to handle, it was diagnosed as hysteria. So it was basically anything, sexual frustration included...). The cure was fingering...yeah. It was relatively normalised to, as a doctor, finger someone's wife...quite a way to make a living. There was basically a handbook written in Latin about how you do it (oil up your hand, insert here, there will be muscle contraction, the lady in question will breathe heavily before ultimately having a hysteria paroxysm (this is a former medical term for orgasms btw)). Obviously, there were mixed opinions about giving another man's wife an orgasm, however, the Catholic doctors concluded that it cannot have been sexual, since there was no penetration. "It's our duty as doctors to cure these poor women of their hysteria, Sir 🫡"

FUN FACT: Since some doctors would experience wrist pain from the...hard manual labour, they invented a device that does it for them: The vibrator. When the vibrator was first used in pornography, the doctors said NOPE and left their profession behind. In 2011, there was a period romcom made about this called Hysteria. It's not even that bad, unironically. Oh and by the way, the name hysteria is derived from the Greek word hystera, meaning uterus, hence why only women were diagnosed with hysteria.

Anyway, getting to my point:

Imagine a yandere thinking that you're being incredibly hysterical, emotional, out of control and then proceeding to sit you down and curing you of your hysteria the old-fashioned way...

They either do it knowingly, or are just too oblivious to even realise that what they are doing is...not quite the correct solution for the problems they caused you in the first place...

Just wanted to share this with someone...take it as you will...

,,, to be honest, I knew about the hysteria, but I didn't know about the fact that a vibrator was created that way,,,, sexy big brain<3333 i love your words so much, mercury kissed you at birth,,,, very brainy, very many cerebral convolutions, I love it,,, come here to kith kith pretty pie—

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

your husband is so sweet, so adorable — especially when he's on his knees in front of you, purring something about how he should help you, as if it's not his personal fault that you feel like this.

... ♡ unhealthy relationship, misconception of the century / time, hierarchical society, mild sexism? (more classism?), mild maledom elements, mention of religion, forced marriage implied, male pregnancy mentioned because no pregnant reader, unethical treatment methods?; doctor!noble!husband x darling!reader

dubious consent (dubcon) -> consensual sex, crying, mild sadism/masochism, mention of degradation (g.), hair pulling (g.), oral sex (r.), mild fingering (r.), praise (r.)

If THEODORE had been told that he was "mistreating his darling spouse", he would have

agreed.

It was logical: if he treated you well, then would you enter into a frenzy of emotions, scream and look as if you were about to faint before falling at a table made of pleasantly smelling wood, — Theodore knew that you love this variety; almost all tables, chairs and other wooden utensils was of this sort, — completely exhausted, unable even to drive away your narrow-minded husband, only waving a fragile palm in his direction, as if desperate, while he took your fan, straight from the hands of the best chinese craftsmen, and gently fanned you, letting you hang head? Of course not.

You, his breathtaking spouse, were so touching and gentle, full of spring charm and a few drops of exquisite, expensive coquetry, like the first flowers in spring — delicate, almost transparent, not at all like the luxury of scarlet roses that gardeners grow every season, or the exuberant scent of lilac and juniper, especially in July. Not at all. Your charm was subtle, unique, corresponding to the rumbling of the first rivers or the first drop falling from the roofs after the melting of the snow. You have never been a socialite — never; parents were rich enough to support you and your siblings, but not rich enough to live in idleness and not worry about money.

You were introduced at the first ball and attended others from time to time, but most of the time you couldn't afford to walk around with "old dresses", not wanting to be considered poor or shame family by not being able to buy new clothes. Theodore understood perfectly well — being from a not-so-rich family, somehow coping with this whole world, you simply could not afford to live bohemian, expensive and shameless out of fear that money was too little, as if you did not even think that you could just marry someone rich and sponsor with their help your family. Theodore didn't blame, having heard about you for the first time from the mouths of other dandies who follow every new "coquette fan", more than an eloquent sign of finding a partner, though; "too conscientious and didn't understand how this world works" or just a prude,

but now, he understands that you just knew your worth and waited for someone like

him.

After all, in a world where divorce can only happen after death, and infidelity is punished by an enraged spouse with a knife, how could you easily marry someone? You were so alluring, like ripe peaches filled with juice — naturally, not everyone can and should touch your delicate, perfumed hands and caress skin so soft that no overseas silk can compare.

Theodore was sure that there were words about you: "If the cost of their kiss was hell, // then I will kiss their lips, // so that in hell I can brag to the devils // that I was in heaven without even entering it." Because you were paradise, it didn't matter if you smiled, cried or screamed — or were "not a couple who deserved," but only because you could have become the monarch's spouse right away, but he found you earlier.

He had no doubt that you were special — definitely to him. Therefore, he did not think long before he came to your parents to take you to his estate, in the sweetly itchy haste of first and only love, kissing your hands and touching the slightly trembling fan with thin fingers while you looked down in frightened amazement, while your parents confusedly exchanged glances, not understanding why he came to "court you". Theodore did not ask if you had someone — after all, if you had, you would rather slit your throat than let another touch your thin fingers, because he would have done exactly the same in your place if he were still a dependent young man (now, of course, he was not — having studied at a very prestigious university, where his parents also studied, he was more than an enviable independent bachelor and knew it). And if earlier he was afraid that, what if!, was not "normal", then when saw you, he knew that he had been waiting for you all this time — and you were undoubtedly waiting for him too.

If, in order to be with you, he had to refuse the sky, the sun and the moon, he would do it without hesitation. This is love — Theodore had no doubt that you yourself understand this.

Your parents, however, soon dispelled his prejudices. You didn't just "didn't understand it" — you weren't like that, but Theodore, hesitating only for a few seconds, realized that you just weren't like everyone else. While others were blinded by love, like him, you couldn't be like that — you just didn't understand it, didn't feel like that, and your parents were only afraid that your "defect" in the marriage market would make you lonely for the rest of days.

Theodore, however, did not think so: you were the same age as him, he was childless, unmarried, rich and educated, had an estate with intelligent and trained servants, good sources of income, a lot of free time, did not have the habit of drinking a lot of alcohol or tobacco, — and the fact that you were allegedly "not sensual enough" was, of course, stupidity. He wasn't going to use the fact that you can't pick up a knife to kill an unfaithful spouse! And I wasn't going to cheat! He won't do any harm! Yes, you may be a little... very very little defective-ish, but isn't love blind? He will accept you at any cost, even with such a... 'setback'.

... Of course, it is wrong and even abnormal that you cannot kill someone who is cheating on you, and are not ready to die just to be with someone you love, and that it is wild for you to give up everything for your beloved... But Theodore understands that you are already too perfect, and it's okay to have flaws. He's not thirteen anymore.

As long as this is not passed on to children, everything will be fine, please, don't worry, ma joie, — he gently whispers to you, touching gloved fingers, stroking fingers gently, looking into your very happy face ? — I'll accept you for who you are, even with this. With everything. Because you and I, being whole by ourselves, become more than just "ourselves" together.

And it was true, don't get him wrong! His pedigree was good, he was, uh, "thoroughbred," and his family tree was beautiful, worthy of your hand. Theodore was not self-confident, but he was confident, buying everything you want, not walking through salons and entertainment houses and not being in any dubious circles, his entourage was only intelligent people who had an education and could both write and read, and not in two languages, and there was no one in his circle someone of the same gender, and he wasn't squeamish or suspicious. After all, what else can you worry about? But you were worried. Over time, it's even a little noisy.

You shouted, sometimes threw yourself, behaved strangely, as if he was not a refined learned man who was your shadow and wrote poetry to you, not forcing you to do anything even after your approved marriage, but a brute or an invader. Did he take you away without permission? Perhaps using his status in society to a little and influence your parents with children who have not yet appeared to the beau monde, and used a little influence to convince these people that he will help your siblings in the future to find a better match than they can now count on — but then why does he need it: status, influence, reputation, — if he can't even convince his love to stay with him? Otherwise, you can't blame—

... Oh wait.

You can.

Theodore realizes with annoyance, sitting hs office with a book in hands, writing notes in diary, and adjusts his glasses: he had completely forgotten — you're "not like that." You're different. Your parents told him. You understand love differently, you look at your partner differently, you cannot understand the concept of love itself... Theodore used to think that they just raised you wrong, but now he understands what they meant: that the feelings that ordinary people spend on a partner, you leave inside, letting them accumulate, and when you realize that you can no longer, you emotionally explode and behave as if something is wrong with him or you — it's obvious! You just can't do it any other way! Of course, why else would you be unhappy with your situation? After all, it's natural that your family hardly communicates with you or that you can't spend a lot of time outside the house — everyone lives like that, except the unmarried! You just don't understand it!

Because you are so emotional, so sensitive, so responsive, that, naturally, you need special care and care, and not a sidelong glance from your husband, who behaved so coldly, only supporting, but not helping you in any way! After all, he studied at the best university, was one of the best students, even had an internship and, of course, corresponded with his comrades, learning new ways to deal with diseases and disorders. After all, what kind of "good husband" is he if he can't even help his gentle, easily excitable spouse cope with their, he's not afraid of that word, illness?

You just don't understand...

“... Darling, we need to make one thing.”

You are gentle, soft, not submissive — both in clothes and under them, and although you may consider him a little pathetic when he whispers it to you, burying cold nose in your thigh like a lost dog, but after shouting and throwing things, you are no longer so full of destructive energy. Holding him tightly by the hair, you look down with pursed lips, but do not answer anything — and in expensive clothes, with jewelry, sleek and clearly not deprived of the love and affection of a bohemian husband, you look like a deity that descended from heaven.

Theodore knows that he must decontaminate for sure, but what can a spouse hide from a spouse, right? After all, you are more than a "single whole", especially when he is sitting on his lap, no problem as long as you are sitting on a chair made of your favorite wood, soft and comfortable enough, allowing him to carefully get rid of excess clothes without disgrace, looking at how thin lips touch your skin in a respectfully pious way.

Even your heavy breathing from the outburst of emotions sounds like music that should be played in the church if they want the heavenly ambassadors to descend.

Is he too "sugary"?

No, he's just a realist.

“Darling, please...”

You don't push away even when fingers gently touch your thighs like feathers, just frowning a little harder. But not by pushing it away. You are smart, you always have been, and, of course, you yourself understand that you are sick, and only he, as your husband and doctor, can help you. It's natural. Why do you need another men- or women- another doctor? How dare someone else touch you? Only you can touch him and only he can touch you. He's yours — a husband, a doctor, anyone. As soon as you become healthier, he will definitely be your lover — and maybe one day you will take a child or will he carry it. After all, how dare he sleep with you and use you, so gentle and airy, like a messenger from heaven, while you are so deeply ill, not even really knowing what love is and how to react to it?

“Darling... It's just a little help. Just say the word and we'll stop anytime. I don't want to harm my spouse, you know... Besides, you can always stop me by force.”

You yourself spread your warm, soft, almost plush thighs while he meekly looks up from the bottom, trying to unobtrusively encourage you to let him just look a little. Theodore was not an expert on issues related to sex life or the influence of genitals on human behavior, — although, undoubtedly!, it was important, but he preferred less dirty things, — but now, kneeling in front of you on a soft carpet, stroking your skin, it did not seem something vile or dirty, animal, but for some reason pleasant and... airy-natural; the very sight made him want not to wince and turn away, but not to look away, even when you pull his hair harder, frowning, clearly not too willing to continue this, but it's better than if he drags you to someone else.

You knew yourself that your husband sometimes got too involved with the human body in a not too, uh, "harmless" sense, but it was never dangerous or illegal, unless against the law of god, so you let him correspond with 'friends' and 'colleagues', studying new diseases and learning more about experience and practice. But if you knew that one day you would be the subject of research, you would definitely throw his ink and letters into the fireplace — along with other things.

“Mi único... I want to help... Do you know what hysteria is? This is when a darling behaves very much... emotionally because of the internal tension. And so we have recently come up with a... new way to deal with similar diseases. It can help our marriage... Te quaeso?”

Theodore is not an idiot; rather, he feels like a trainer or a tamer, gently pushing and touching, without making any sudden movements while you look at him, gradually relaxing the tense body, letting his fingers, slightly slippery from oil and disinfectants, touch the delicate skin of the inner thigh, massaging and stroking, not hurrying. He doesn't have much experience — practically none, you never shared a bed even after the "wedding night", — but there is enough theory and ideas how to use it, especially when thin, slightly cool fingers slowly touch the skin under stomach, stroke as lightly as possible along a sensitive line, kissing with warmed lips the skin. If he could, he'd love to just open his mouth and eat you, or at least nibble — but he's not the type who eats his darling and then walks around saddened widowers and widows without the opportunity to remarry, he's a more sophisticated type and definitely not that creepy, even if the way you are you pull his hair as fingers gently circle around, rubbing and stroking, using precum for better contact, makes his eyes water and his mouth open slightly, breathing, feeling too ambiguous even for a "husband", let alone the role of the "doctor" in which he was.

“Please... d-darling...” He chirps something slightly hoarsely, stroking, caressing, breathing every other time, as if you are holding not by the hair, but by the throat; when his fingers tremble slightly, you hiss, making him blush slightly shamefacedly, as if from your swearing, — but he tries not to break the rhythm, ignoring, as befits a refined well-mannered husband. Do well-mannered husbands use their fingers on their spouses? Theodore doesn't have that much experience to respond, especially when you flinch slightly, curling your toes, — and he wants to bite just to remove this strange shameful, almost perverted feeling of a mixture of lust and guilt inside, clearly not too approved by religion, but when you start breathing shallowly and harder, closing your eyes, Theodore moves his fingers faster, watching your face.

Is that right? You don't hold him so tightly, but don't take your hand away, and his fingers are so slippery and wet that he's almost ashamed, as if it's all his juices, and he definitely should at least look away, but this is scientific curiosity, just curiosity, even when he changes his position, sinking lower shamelessly, feeling himself for a moment, it really was some kind of fallen man from entertainment houses, with an implicit gurgling feeling in the lower abdomen, listening only to your breathing and slightly squelching sounds. Theodore hardly breathes, looking at his fingers, trying for a moment to distract himself with the fleeting thought "good that cut nails" — but when your... your bare foot touches his shoulder, it seems so perversely seeing your calves that he does not know where to look — freezing for a moment, his eyes are drawn only to you, even if it looks so... sweetly vulgar, completely wrong, — but you're already married, so it's okay even if you're not like that, right? It's okay when he sees something below your neck and bare arms, it's okay when you squeeze his hair tightly again, it's okay when he hears your hot, loud breathing, as if you're breathing directly into his red ears, although he can't even look up from the way you're holding him.

Your fingers are strong, dexterous, squeezing his strands so hard that he can't move anywhere, but for some reason he is too pleased with this than he should be, even when Theodore feels like you are pushing him even closer shamelessly, as if he is not your, actually, noble and high-minded husband, who is now plays the role of your doctor, helping you with your "hysteria", but some kind of fun boy!

Outrageous!

“D-darl-!~”

You hiss something, almost growl — and pull too hard, forcing Theodore to briefly let out a distant sigh without resistance — and obediently open his mouth, hastily removing his fingers so as not to interfere before he finds a new, more comfortable place. His eyes are slightly watering from the mild pain, but when he does not see a shadow of the old irritation or anger in your face, he obediently sticks out the tip of his red tongue, not trying to shirk his doctoral duties — or is this already a marital duty? Theodore doesn't know, he's not sure, — especially when you hold him even tighter, not listening to what he says, knowing that if he really was "against it", he would have already got out, and not looked at you like a fawn at a hunter, as if it wasn't because of him that you were here, with legs spread apart and heavy breathing from the heaviness in the lower abdomen.

Is this really what he was taught at university?

A boy for fun.

The corners of your husband's eyes turn red, but he does not try to say anything or justify himself, — why should he? — making inarticulate sounds, but only moving his head, hesitantly holding your hips as much as he could do it respectfully and unobtrusively; after all, he is a learned man, even if he was kneeling like some kind of animal or a slave.

When Theodore awkwardly, clumsily moves his tongue, trying to make sure that you feel good, for some reason the world feels much brighter and sharper, — especially when the heat gets stronger, making you tremble slightly, feeling a wide tongue and thin flexible fingers, as if they are perfect only for this, but there is less air in your lungs than you need to continue dirty deservedly whisper to him how low he has sunk, from his 'writing letters to the best doctors he studied with' to kneeling in front of his spouse.

It's not that you're going to stop him or let him change his position, of course, but just force him to continue doing what he's good for, while he's almost meowing, almost purring, not trying to pull away anymore.

... It's not that he's wrong, though.

You definitely feel better after a little therapy.

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moonsaver · 1 year ago

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hello! been binging through your works for the past few hours and i absolutely love all of them! so, if you're accepting requests right now...

what do you think of Yan!Sunday and Yan!Reader? i'm always interested in the yandere x yandere trope, just two lovers who are so obsessively in love with one another

Hello, anon. Actually my requests were closed but I dont really mind, since i was going to open them up anyway haha. Im adding another request to this one because it's been sitting in my inbox for a while and it's quite similar.

[The second request does not specify which yandere, but since I've posted yandere sunday very often.. ill consider it as such.]

Yandere!Sunday to an extent knows it's not exactly.. ethical. I believe the entire construction and maintenance of the (faux) dreamscape would require a good knowledge about human behavior, desires, and the subconscious, so he would be, to an extent, aware that his feelings aren't really healthy. However, he pushes through anyway. He can't cure it.. he might as well try to quell it with you by his side.

So.. when the reader turns out to be madly in love, or yandere aswell, he's slightly taken aback. Of course, that small moment of shock is replaced by a steadfastness he wasn't able to take before due to risks. Makes you sign plenty contracts beforehand, and lets you know you can't back out now. The covert techniques he would have had to use in order to not arise suspicion are almost all thrown out the window, still keeping a few things under wrap for the general reputation of his Family.

And.. You're locked in. Pretty much. Snug in his room, or office, or a hard-to-find passage hidden somewhere. He makes sure to visit you often, and it ends up continuing as a fairly normal relationship for the most part. His obsession is the type that's quelled well by the mutually strong attraction, and for the most part, everything goes well. Sometimes he does regain a bit of his humanity, and feels something deeply wrong with everything, but his obsession is enough to put that feeling under a tight lock for the most part. A sniff of your perfume, the frequency of your laugh echoing in his head, and the devoted words that pour out of your mouth as you both sleep are enough to keep him obsessed, and unquestioning.

#moonink #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr sunday #honkai star rail sunday #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr sunday x reader #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr sunday #yandere hsr x you #yandere hsr x reader #yandere hsr

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ddollfface · 2 years ago

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For What Is a Poet Without a Muse?

Good poetry is written from ones' known feelings. The feelings we have yet to discover, yet to recognize, and yet to accept.

lovesick!poet x afab!reader

writing type--headcanons warnings; toxic codependency on the yandere's part. subtle mentions of eliminating killing people. mentions of yandere being depressed. honestly, this yandere is kinda sad... sfw. no nsfw. really tame tbh...

Let me know if I missed anything; please and thank you!!!

He lost all inspiration. Nothing worked. No matter how long he stared at the pretty scenery of the mountains; no matter how many sunsets he witnessed and basked in; no matter how many pretty women he came across, nothing worked. Nothing. He was desperate for something, anything, that would spur and turn his inquisitive, dark mind. He had lost all hope, well, that was until he met you. Pretty you. His neighbor.

"I knew it'd be you."

The moment your eyes met; it was like the world had stopped spinning, like it was just you two. Everything felt right. Just you and him.

You had just moved into this dingy apartment in the poorer part of town, desperate for some type of financial stability. You had just been fired from your job and kicked out of your rental due to overdue bills. Times were tough, and they were only getting worse. Everything was a mess--both your life and appearance. You looked like you were going through it.

Dark eyebags hung low under your droopy eyes. Your lashes fluttered constantly--trying to keep your tired eyes from falling into a long, well-needed, sleep. Your skin had lost its color; bleached and exhausted from overworking your body for so long. Your lips were dry and crusted--overused from working so many customer service jobs. Your hair a mess, whether your hair is curly or straight, it doesn't matter. Now, you couldn't even tell, it was all matted and frizzy--dying from lack of care. Completely forgotten and left to just permanently stay in a messy bun. You didn't have time to take care of yourself, causing your appearance to lack and fail.

But he didn't think so. No, not at all. He thought you looked beautiful, especially when you slept, no matter what condition your physical state was in, he thought you were the most dashing thing in this whole, bland universe. He didn't care that your skin was bleached and filled with acne. You looked so natural, so real. The prettiest thing he's ever seen. There was something about the way you carried yourself; you seemed to just not care anymore; just wanting to live another day.

He loves everything about you; from your matted hair to your mixmatched clothing. Your unmanicured nails, your unkept skin, and your dry lips--everything. He loved it all, but, there was one thing that he loved, admittingly, the most.

Your eyes.

I know, I know, it's a classic, sappy, love story type thing to say, but it's true. He could stare at them for hours, and he does. He loves your eyes, they're so expressive. They say things that you would never dare to speak.

"Your eyes might not be the color of the ocean, but, damn, I drown in them every time."

What's the saying? The eyes are the window to the soul? Yeah, he believes that, there's no doubt in his mind that whenever he meets your gaze he sees into your person. He can feel you--it's like the world stops spinning and it's just you two. Just you and him. No one else.

But your voice is a close second. They way each syllable rolls off your tongue is enough to put him in a daze. It's like you cast a spell on him. The way your tongue flicks and moves as you speak. No matter how simple the sentence, he hangs onto every word--listening as if it's the most important thing in the world. As if you're telling him the cure to cancer, or how to stop hunger. To him you are; you are telling him the most revolutionary thing to ever be heard.

It doesn't matter if you just complaining about some stupid coworker who can't shut up, or you're manager who's always breathing down your neck, or, hell, even the local crackhead who was screaming at 3 AM.

He's taking notes. Of course, it's mentally, but sometimes he'll conveniently have a notepad nearby, and he'll take notes on some people who need to be dealt with... so to speak.

Don't worry, no one, especially you, will miss that drunken man who always roams the streets right when you clock out from work. It's okay, he'll take care of it. Now, you don't have to worry about your safety! You work so hard, look at you, such a hard worker. You deserve a break, come, let him take you to a measure; his treat.

"For you, I'd steal the stars."

You're his light, his muse, his inspiration. What would he do without you? Your forever beauty captivates him and motivates him to write. He has endless creativity when you're on his mind, which is all the time. He just sits in his apartment, his dingy, crappy, apartment, and daydreams about you. Dreaming of how you did your hair today; did you braid it? Is it in locks? Did you straighten it? Oh! What if you used products to curl it! Oh, how wonderful that would be, you'd look so pretty...

"And suddenly, you were all I could dream about."

Sometimes he wonders if you ever think of him, but he quickly dismisses that thought--thinking it's absurd. I mean, sure you confide in him when there's an annoying customer at the dinner you work at, but surely you don't think of him. He isn't that important. Maybe, just maybe, you do? That'd be amazing--a dream come true...

Honestly, he doesn't know what'd he do without you in his life. He doesn't know how he existed before he met you, well, actually; he does. It was a horrible, dull, and hopeless existence. Every day he would go to his studio, painting for some random man, and then go home and attempt to write something, anything. But nothing would come from the hours upon end of him sitting there, tapping his pen against his desk, waiting for something to happen. Something that would cause the gears to turn in his head. But, nope, nada. He had nothing, well, that's until you walked into the picture...

"If forever does exist, then, god, please let it be you."

God, does he love you...

He loves you so much, please, just notice him, he needs you to breathe, to write. You're his everything, his endless inspiration, he never has an empty head when you're around. He's nothing without you!

I mean, what is a poet without his muse? Right?

#lovesick!poet x reader #obsessive love #lovesick #this is kinda long ngl #𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡'𝙨 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere oc x you #tw; toxic codependency #tw; toxic love #𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩

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blackheart1454 · 2 years ago

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We own you (Yandere!Creepypasta x Abused!Depressed Reader) Chapter 1

Warnings!: Abuse, violence.

Minors get the fuck out of here! 🔞+

Hello everyone! This is my first Creepypasta x Reader fanfic, I hope everyone enjoy it! I must apologize if the fanfic have grammar and spelling mistakes, english isn't my native language, but I'm trying very hard!

Thanks and enjoy the story

Chapter 2

I was panting heavily, feeling the blood staining every part of my body. I was chained against the wall. Naked, cover in boiling water burns, cuts, cigarette burns and bruises. Why I am here? Let me tell you my history. I used to be a happy girl with a normal life. I had two lovely parents, that were worry about me and always made sure that I had everything I need. My mom was a nurse and my father a journalist. I barely remember my mother, she was always busy at the hospital, she worked the whole day, and when she didn’t, she came home pretty late and, in that circumstance, my father was my best friend. He used to look after me, he used to take me to school, he used to listen to my problems… he used to love me.

One day, my mother got terrible sick, and my father did everything to cure her, to find a treatment… but as time passed, my mother’s illness became increasingly worse. She died one Friday at 12:00 am. From that day, dad started to act weird. He started to avoid me in every way, like I never exist. I never see him until night, but he was passed away on the coach with a smell of alcohol. That routine continued for 2 months. I knew he was having a hard time by dealing with mom’s death, I was waiting for him to recover, to return to the lovely father I knew, but I was wrong. So wrong.

Who knew that my life would become a nightmare overnight? First the insults began, then the beatings, finally the torture. I never knew what I did for deserve this, the only thing I was sure, he was always blaming me for mom’s death. I had to deal with the pain every second. There were days that I was bruised so bad that I hardly had the strength to stay awake. I never told anyone about this, he treated to kill me if I did… because of that I never had friends.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here.”

I was so focus on my thoughts that I didn’t notice the man entered to the room.

“Did you sleep well you little shit?” he whispered in my ear.

“Y-yes..” I said. I could barely talk, my throat hurt from screaming and I hadn’t drink water in days.

“Yes, what? And look at me while I’m talking to you!” he pulled my hair to face him clearly annoyed.

“Y-yes.. s-sir” I replayed softly.

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” he shouted angrily.

“YES SIR!”

“That’s better” he said pleased while unlocking the chains. “Get dress, you have 5 minutes and don’t keep me waiting.”

“Yes sir!” I said, and immediately ran to my room. I open the closet to put the first things that I found. I was kidding, I didn’t have a closet. I didn’t have furniture at all. That man sold most of the things of my room to buy alcohol and cigarettes. The only thing I had was an old futon that I used as bed and my cloths that were throw to the floor. Most of the were rip apart by the man when he was in bad mood. I only have simple t-shirts, sweaters, hoodies and jeans. I picked up (f/c) sweater, a (f/c) t-shirt, black ripped jeans and black combat boot. I took my bag pack and ran out of the house. My father was already waiting in his black car, with hesitation I approached it. Lucky for me, he didn’t say anything and started the car. It took around 25 minutes to arrive to school, the ride was uncomfortably silent. It was the same routine every fucking day. Waking up, dress up, go to the hellhole which is call school, return to home, eat a half bread, do the homework and the beating sections. I got out of the car and enter the building.

“Hey look the freak is here.”

“What a slut.”

“She looks like a mummy with all that bandages on.”

“Emo freak.”

“Why the hell is she still coming here?”

Same day, same routine, same idiots who don’t have anything better to do, it didn’t matter anyways. Since my father started to abusive me, nobody approached me because of the horrible bruises I have and they got me nicknames like the “emo freak”. Just keep going (Y/N), and let the idiots be idiots. I entered to the classroom, that was empty and wait for the teacher. I put on my headphones and listen to (f/s) while sketching on my math’s notebook. Little by little, it was filling up the people. A little later the school’s bell rings, the teacher followed by enter the room.

“Good morning everyone” the teacher said.

“Good morning” everybody replied, except me.

“You have a pop quiz, so take out your pencils and keep everything away.”

Everybody complained and the teacher just ignore them. Lucky for me I have nice grades on (f/s). While doing the quiz, I couldn’t help but notice that there was something or better… someone watching me outside. I looked thought the window and saw what it looks like a monochromatic clown, and he had an evil smirk on his face.

“Miss (l/n) is there something wrong?” the teacher interrupted me.

“Eh… w-what?”

“I asked if there is something wrong?” the woman said annoyed.

“Eeehh… n-nothing miss” I murmured.

“The hurry up! You only have 20 minutes to complete the quiz!” she said while the others start to complain again.

I looked thought the window again, only to notice that the creepy clown was gone. What the hell was that?

??? P.O.V

-Soon. Very soon, just wait dear (Y/N), we will come for you. We will end your pain, you will be happy with us, you will love us…. Because you don’t have choice.-

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