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Hey first off your an awesome writer and second how do you think Maddox would be with an animal lover S/O? like they will immediately, feed any strays near by,nurses any wounded animals back to health, happily takes care of his horse,and secretly wishes they owned a farm full of animals
This was too cute so I couldn’t not write a blurb of this. Also I made the reader gender neutral in this one if ya don��t mind 🙏And thank you so much for the compliment! I appreciate your appreciation of my work :-)
Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Animal Lover GN Reader
CW// None!
Masterlist Here!!
We all know Maddox loves his horse Jasper. He’s an animal man. He gets along with them better than people to be honest.
It’s been a few days since Maddox took you and he notices how you act around Jasper when you think he isn’t around.
He hears you talk to his horse.
“You’re such a handsome horsey~! Is your owner treating you okay?”
“Neighphhh.”
“That’s good :)”
His heart flutters in his chest when he sees you being so nice to the little desert critters that people normally kill out of fear. You’re such a cute and sweet little thing.
Maddox gives you some water since you look parched. He internally coos when he sees you give it to a little tortoise instead. But of course he scolds you for wasting good water on an animal.
He can’t let you know he’s gone soft on you.
Treats you better after he sees how well you treat his horse and other animals. You’re not like the other scummy humans in the West. You’re a gem, a treasure.
“Wanna stop for some root beer? I noticed ya’ gettin’ a lil’ sweaty so I thought a lil’ sweet treat would be nice.”
Your innocence must be protected. Whenever Maddox robs a place or gets in a shoot out he tells you to watch over Jasper behind a building so you don’t see all the violence.
“You keep an eye on Jas alright? Don’t take your eye off him for a second! Ignore what I do over here-”
Absolutely mows down a bank while you’re over here drawing in the dirt with a horse :P
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#x reader#yandere imagines#yandere oc x reader#yandere oc#western#cowboy#maddox graves#yandere cowboy#gn reader
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Yandere Ghost x Reader
CW// NSFW (MINORS DNI WITH PART OF THIS POST), Dub-Con, Obsessive Behavior, Masturbation, Stalking, Mentions of Murder, Religion, Somnophilia
Introduction here for more context
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When you spoke to Dante for the first time he felt more alive than when he was living.
You could see him. For the first time in centuries someone could see him. He could finally interact with somebody.
“Y-You can see me?”
He could never let you go now. No… this must be fate. God brought you to him! The Lord denied him access to the heavens and sent you instead!
Well, now you have a ghost following you around your own home 24/7. Tell him to leave you alone and he’ll just whine and beg for you to let him be in the same vicinity as you.
“Dante please leave me alone. I’m trying to write.”
“Amore mio, my love, please let me stay. I promise I won’t disturb you. Just let me be in your presence.”
The perks of being a ghost means Dante can choose whether to phase through objects or touch them.
Meaning he can touch you.
You’re so warm. It’s been so long since he’s felt such warmth. You’re the sun in his new life. Yes, he sees his death as life now thanks to you.
“Dante your hands are freezing!”
“I’m sorry dearest but I can’t control it. I’m a ghost after all.”
“Could you maybe not touch me then while I’m trying to work then?”
“:,(“
He’s madly in love with you, obsessed with you, and would die again for you. He prays that you feel the same way for him. But you’re just so dense towards his advancements!
“I would die a thousand deaths for you amore.”
“Please don’t do that, dying once should be enough for you.”
He cannot blame you though, no no you’re a doll! Absolutely adorable. Nothing is ever his amore’s fault.
Dante blames himself. When he was alive he could have any woman he wanted. But that was when he could show his gorgeous face. Now, he has a Venetian mask permanently attached to his face because it was what he last wore when he died during the party. If only he could take it off and show you how flawless he is.
“Dante, why do you wear that mask?”
“It was what I wore when I died, along with what I am wearing now. I… cannot take any of it off.”
“How come?”
“I don’t know mi amor but I wish I could show you my face.”
“Are you handsome?”
“Oh I’m absolutely ravishing. You’d fall in love with me immediately.”
Physical affection is his love language and not being able to kiss you is as painful as dying to him.
Your lips are so soft and it breaks his heart being unable to feel them on his.
So instead he’ll trace the lips of his porcelain mask along your neck while you sleep. He’ll touch your body while you’re vulnerable and asleep.
“I wish I could feel you… I want all of you.”
You notice some of your things start to go missing. Your bat necklace, blood red lingerie, and even a pair of your panties. It was weird. It wasn’t like you traveled and lost your things, you were always home after all.
The only room you cannot access is the attic. Dante says that it’s his private area so you respect his privacy. This was his home originally after all.
But you have no clue that he has put together a shrine dedicated to you in the attic. All of your missing things are in their respective spots in the shrine built in your name.
“If I pray hard enough will you give yourself to me as I have given myself to you?”
He’s a religious man. He believes in God and was raised Catholic. Dante prays every night, begging the lord for you to love him back.
Dante can’t stand it when you leave the manor!
He makes up many excuses for you to stay. He needs you! You’re his life! Yes you work from home and are home 90% of the time but he can’t stand seeing you go even for a second!
“Amore mio please don’t go! You have everything you need here. You still have milk in the refrigerator.”
“But I’m running out of eggs..”
“That is no problem my dear. There are many recipes you can make without eggs. I have my Mother’s cookbook somewhere. How about we try and make something together?”
“Oh that sounds cool.”
Adores your aloof personality. You don’t mind it when he cuddles you at all! Plus your smiles are rare so it makes him all the more merrier when he sees you smile. He thinks of your smile like a shooting star. Rare and more beautiful than any other star in the sky.
But he does wonder where your attitude came from. You don’t like to talk about your life before you came to the manor. The ghost wanted to know if there were any previous suitors. He has tried to pry once but you became angry. He never pried again.
“What was your life like before you came here? Any… special someones?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it Dante..”
“So was there someone?”
“Just be quiet about it already! Stop being so damn nosy and mind your own business!”
Cried for the rest of the day after that. He hates seeing you anything other than your neutral or happy self.
His green eyes glisten with tears when you apologize to him. They peer at you from the dark holes of his mask.
“Sorry I snapped at you… Who I was with in my past is a sensitive subject and I don’t like talking about him.”
“Was he a bad man? Did he hurt you amore?”
“Badly…”
He wants to kill him. As soon as he heard you say that one word he had the bloodthirsty urge to kill. It’s a sin but… but whatever. It’s for you.
Anything for you.
NSFW ONWARD, MINORS DO NOT TRESSPASS
Can’t resist you any longer. But… He doesn’t want to scare you off.
Dante wants to fuck you so badly. He’d treat you so so right! He already kisses the ground you walk on.
But he’s afraid of rejection. If you leave then it’s over. Once you’re off The Verona Manor property he cannot chase after you.
Dante may be a depraved animal for you but he’s still a gentleman. He wants you to fall in love with him as all couples in love do.
But you’re taking too long. Would you be mad if he just so happened to slip into you in your sleep? Your s/c thighs are so tempting in those lewd little shorts that hide little to nothing.
“J-Just the tip… Just a little bit.”
Slides your shorts down slowly. He watches your expression carefully, green eyes gaze piercingly at your resting face. If you just so much as whimper he’ll freeze and continue once you’re relaxed again.
Once your shorts are down to your knees he practically drools at the sight of your lace panties.
“Amore mio, did you wear these just for me? You knew I’d do this huh? Such a vixen you are.”
Massages your clothed clit with his leather bound gloved fingertips. Rubs soothing circles into you that make you squirm where you lay helplessly.
Stares at your dripping cunny like a desperate, thirsty animal who has found an oasis in a desert. He wants to lick up your slick so badly. But that damned mask is in his way.
His fingers will have to do.
Your pussy flutters around his fingers as he gently eases your hole. He doesn’t want you waking up with his dick in you after all. He needs you to get used to the feeling. You haven’t had sex in so long, you may was well be a virgin!
Dante’s dick leaks pre at the thought of taking your virginity. He knows you aren’t, you have had past partners. But he wants to imagine.
Just for tonight.
He tugs his pants down, his erect cock slaps against his tummy. The tip is red and angry, begging to be put into your sweet little cunt.
“A-Ah~ Mmggph… W-Wish you were awake s-so I could hear your pretty little moans~ I know they would sound so pretty from your lips m-mi amor-“
Whispers dirty little things into the night as he fucks your tight little hole slowly and gently.
Even when asleep you’re dripping wet for him. Your unconscious arousal turns Dante on like a light switch. But he has to maintain control.
Just the tip after all.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#x reader#yandere imagines#yandere oc x reader#yandere oc#obsession#dante verona#yandere ghost#yandere ghost x reader
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Blog Update everybody! I’ll now write NSFW :-) BUT here is a reminder. The NSFW I write is for people 18 and older. I highly advise minors to not view my work that is NSFW. But I know that is out of my control because YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME 🫵🫵🫵
My blog is still 15+ because the majority of what I write is SFW :-) But to my minor audience, please do not view my NSFW work.
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So excited to see a new DMC writer on Tumblr 🎉🎉 could I request just some domestic headcanons with Dante?
domestic dante hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
dante (devil may cry) x reader
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thank you for this req!! saw the lack of dmc fics and decided to just make some myself lol. hope you guys enjoy my stuff 💕
┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼
few curse words? just lots of fluff mainly
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❥ oh my gosh please take care of DANTE because he honestly neglects himself and his place
❥ whatever you do, don’t imagine you and dante doing dishes—an activity he absolutely hates—while you tell him all the gossip you find out
❥ he simply gasps and ‘ooh’s at everything, mouth occasionally dropping open at certain scandals
❥ he’s literally the perfect person to gossip with
❥ whatever you do, don’t imagine running your hands through dante’s hair as you lather the shampoo, the suds tinted a dark red and brown from all the blood and grime of his job as he throws his head back with a groan
❥ whatever you do, DON’T imagine dante placing his hands on your waist as he tugs you closer to him, feet coming down from their resting spot on the desk so you could stand between his legs as he looks up at you with gazing blue eyes
❥ i am feral oh my goodness
❥ and definitely don’t imagine tending to the bruises and scrapes that he comes home with
❥ even though dante’s body perfectly capable of healing itself, he loves when you baby him
❥ because he’s at work a lot or is tryna pay off his bills, he loves just coming home and spending time with you when he can
❥ honestly collapses on the couch (or bed, whichever’s closer) and encourages you to join, face still buried in the pillow as he beckons you over with an open hand
❥ if you wear makeup and fall asleep with it on, dante will try his best to clean it off for you
❥ except he’s like.. rlly bad at it lmfao
❥ but the thoughts there!! he’s trying his best 💔💔
❥ the type of guy to call you the cheesiest nicknames tho
❥ like.. babycakes? really 😭?
❥ also gives light swats at your ass if you bend over, i’m sorry but it’s true
❥ likes touching you with at least some part of his body, if you sleep then your legs gotta lock or if you’re on the couch his arms around you
❥ but good luck because this man is a FURNACE
❥ if you have anemia / low iron or like any other condition where you can get pretty cold, this man is your lifeline
❥ read a fic about dante carrying like tons of bags after he spoiled you and went shopping with you despite not even having money to pay bills at the devil may cry and let me just say i am an avid believer of that as well
❥ you’ll literally be walking away from a cute necklace or pair of shoes and then you turn around and think wheres dante?
❥ then you just see him hauling ass towards you as he tries to keep up with all the bags he has in his hands while you spot the small rectangular velvet box in his hands
❥ ugh
❥ i wont him
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DANTE watched as soft snores fell from your parted lips, hair splayed out below you crazily. he knew those would be a bitch to comb out later, but he couldn’t focus on anything else on the fact that the sunlight was hitting you just right, your skin coated in a deep gold as it reflected off your body.
you could’ve told dante you were an angel, and he would’ve believed you in a heartbeat. he’ll admit, he was a sucker for moments like these. even if seemed odd in retrospect, he just enjoyed seeing you so serene.
his eyes flickered around the room, trying to find a way to occupy his brain without waking you up before they finally fell on the black plastic remote that lay under your head.
dante’s hand slowly inched over, fingers almost tip-toeing their way over to you as he touched the remote. he was careful to pull it from under you, tugging it very slightly despite the weight of your head resting on it.
you stirred, making dante’s eyes widen as he paused his movements and bit his lip, even making a point so as to hold his breath. you licked your lips, dry from sleep as your head turned over to the other side of the pillow, sighing as you felt the coolness beneath your face.
dante exhaled in relief, before grabbing the remote and turning the tv off as he made sure to turn the volume down so you wouldn’t awake. even if a few minutes later you did anyways.
your eyelashes fluttered open as you caught dante muttering something at the tv, his eyes glued to some crappy reality tv show as they cut to an interview of a girl on the show. he scowled when he saw her, to which you softly laughed, tone gravelly from the thick coat of sleep still layering your voice. dante turned his head, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he softly shushed you and coaxed you to go back to sleep.
“‘s alright, just go back to sleep baby.”
“can’t really go back to sleep when you’re shit-talking the contestants, dante.” you smiled at him as he admired you, gazing down upon you as you stretched your limbs and rubbed the sleep away from your eyes, attention turning to the tv.
“what season is this?” you asked. dante’s hand never left your hair as his hands ran through it, careful not to snag on any tangles before responding with a quiet, “three.”
and in that moment when you looked back at him, eyes filled to the brim with nothing but adoration, he could’ve sworn his heart had stopped. dante felt as if the sun favored you, because every time you stepped in it, somehow you looked absolutely ethereal.
yeah, dante thought, he liked these small moments you two shared.
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#devil may cry x reader#devil may cry#dmc x reader#dmc dante x reader#devil may cry fanfiction#devil may cry headcanons#devil may cry dante x reader#dante sparda x reader#dmc dante#devil may cry dante
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My Yandere OC Info!! <3
Masterlist Here!!
Here’s some moodboards of my Yandere ocs and general information :) May or may not add more ocs overtime. Stay tuned to find out ;)
Maddox Graves, Outlaw
Yandere Type: Possessive
Age: Mid 30s
Race/Ethnicity: Mexican-American
Personality: Loner, Dangerous, Smooth, Calculated, Flirty
Dante Verona, Ghost
Yandere Type: Obsessive
Age: ???
Race/Ethnicity: Italian
Personality: Selfish, Well Mannered, Desperate, Whiny, Clingy
Viktor Markov, Boxer
Yandere Type: Protective
Age: 24
Race/Ethnicity: Russian
Personality: Quiet, Cold, Strategic, Defensive, Strong
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#x reader#yandere imagines#yandere oc x reader#yandere oc#western#cowboy#dante verona#obsession#maddox graves#viktor markov#moodboard
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OHOHOHHH MY BRAIN IS TINGLING RN TO GIVE A REQ
May I have a Yandere Ghost headcanon with a darling who’s just “Oh, alright.” And suddenly passes out? I can see our dear Yandere Ghost wondering why does this human sleep so much during the day and night as if on hibernation and the only time he sees them awake is when darling goes to get food or go to work? This seems very familiar to Maddox and his sleepy darling which I took inspo from!
This gets even funnier when the poor Yandere tries to talk to their darling about their random sleeping habits and how they should sleep more regularly until they see their darling. Straight up asleep with their face down on the bowl of hot soup they were having since it felt really cold (when in all honesty it was very hot that even the ghost could feel it)
I understand if you don’t wanna do this, but if you do this small request thank you very muchh <3
Wish you a great day/night and that you understand my bad english ;-;
This is so cute! I love writing for sleepy Y/n so this is no problem at all :-)
Yandere Ghost x Sleepy Reader
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It’s been a month since you moved in and Dante has fallen head over heels for you! But you don’t seem to notice his affection for you, you’re a little dense after all.
And you’re also always asleep! He never gets to have any moments with you :(
“Amore mio, wake up. Please love I want to see your eyes.”
He only gets to see you when you’re eating or working online in your office. And during those times you wish to not be disturbed! It’s so unfair to him.
He’s like a kicked puppy when he tries to gently awaken you only for you to roll over and grunt.
“Go away. I’m tired.”
“Amore you’re always tired.”
Feels more alone than ever when you’re asleep, he can’t stand it!
When he finds you asleep on the couch he creeps beside you to lay with you. The chill of his ghostly self makes you shiver but you stay asleep. And Dante relishes in getting to touch you. You feel so warm and perfect against him.
Dante feels so bad for you when you fall asleep at the table. His poor baby is so exhausted! Your little face is in your plate!
“Aye aye aye… Clumsy girl. How did you ever survive on your own?”
Loves to press the porcelain lips of his mask on your skin when you’re asleep. It’s his own way of kissing you. Your little shivers make him feel so alive. But he wishes you were awake so he could hear your voice and see your eyes.
He wants you to be awake so all your attention can be on him! He’s getting tired of your sleeping habits. He’ll tolerate it no longer.
“Wake up love. You have slept long enough.”
And when you don’t wake up he starts to get angry. This has gone on long enough.
Whenever he finds you asleep when it isn’t bedtime he’ll shake you awake. When you do wake up he pulls you into his arms and shushes you before you can yell at him to go away.
“Shhh sh sh. I know you’re cranky Amore but this is no time to sleep okay? Don’t make me mad now my sweet.”
Sometimes you can’t control when you fall asleep and it worries him so much. When he sees you about to fall or tip over he is there to catch you.
“I’ve got you love. That was close, you could have gotten hurt.”
You’re safe in his arms. He’ll protect you while you’re so so vulnerable.
He sits on the couch and has you use his lap as a pillow while he traces your face and plays with your hair. He loves all your little details, and he gets to examine them up close while you’re asleep.
Dante loves you so much. Even if you are just a little bear cub who hibernates all day. He’ll be there to take care of you and make sure no one steals you away.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#x reader#yandere imagines#yandere oc x reader#yandere oc#dante verona#yandere ghost#yandere ghost x reader
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Introduction!!
Yandere Ghost x Reader
CW// Suicidal Thoughts, Paranormal Activity, Murder Mention
My other yand OC Maddox was a hit with ya’ll so here’s a short introduction of a new oc!! Hope you like him as much as I do. This is gonna be very boring because it’s an introduction but I’ll make a oneshot right after this one!!
Masterlist!!
“This key unlocks every door in the manor. Except the door to the attic for some reason, but there’s nothing of importance up there. Apparently it’s just some old junk the first owner left.” The agent said with a tight lipped smile. Her matte red lipstick was as bright as a stop sign.
Taking the key from her hand you’re surprised to feel how heavy it is. “Thank you.” You mutter.
“All the legalities are settled so she’s all yours. I recommend blasting that ivy off the side wall of the house though. The roots can mess up the brick.” The agent adds.
“Alright, I appreciate the tip.” You say and shut the door in her face, leaving you alone in your new home.
Maria was a total pain in the ass, like all people who work with selling things. Oh and for the record, you like the ivy that grows on the side of your new home. Makes it look pretty and natural. Anyways, her being gone was like a breath of fresh air. All was good now that you finally had a place to call home.
Your Grandfather died and in the will he left you his summer home in Italy. It was a grand manor that was located on a hilltop surrounded by forrest. It was perfect for your hermit self. Never in your life would you imagine leaving the states to come live in Italy but here you were. After all the manor was handed to you on a silver platter, the offer would be foolish to refuse.
There was nothing for you in the states. Your life was miserable, draining, and filled with nothing but painful repetition. Being worked like a machine and stepped on like a doormat. Having a horrid and overly possessive ex boyfriend who was a serial cheater didn’t help either. You were so close to ending your miserable existence until a woman named Maria gave you a call.
And now you were here, standing in the foyer of your new home. Some work would need to be done. Floors needed polishing, corners dusting, windows wiping. Maybe you should make a checklist?
"This is gonna be a long day.." You think to yourself.
"There she is again. She must be the new owner." I think to myself as I watch the young woman clean the floor.
The past owner, Lorenzo, must have passed away and put the ownership of the manor into this girl's hands. It has been a while since I’ve seen the old man. But did he have to put my home in the hands of some uncultured American? I find this terribly irresponsible of him, I mean look at her!
She's using a bleach based product on the hardwood! Lorenzo was a good owner of the Verona manor. He hired staff to keep it well maintained and he rarely ever visited. But this girl... she's an utter buffoon. Before she can torture the hardwood any longer I swiftly hover behind her and move the bottle a few feet away from her while she isn't looking.
"Huh?" When she reaches for the bottle she finds it has moved away. I snicker at her confused reaction.
"It was just right here..."
She reaches over and grabs it again but before she does I kick it, sending it flying across the foyer and hitting the front door.
“Any minute now she’ll run away screaming, she won’t even look back.” I think to myself with a devious grin.
But when I hover in front of her I only see an annoyed expression on her face.
“Uhm… Did I do something wrong?” She says.
I freeze, is she not afraid? Why was she talking as if she were talking to someone? Can she see me?
“I asked if I did something to upset you.”
And then her eyes move up and look right into mine. For the first time in centuries I feel as if I have ignited, that I am alive and that my heart once again beats like all other human beings.
“You… Can you see me?” I ask hesitantly, afraid that if I may speak too loudly she’ll scamper away like a mouse.
Her soft lips part slightly as she nods.
He told me his name was Dante Verona. He was the original owner of the Verona manor and he comes from an Italian royal family. But he was assassinated centuries ago in this very manor during a masquerade party. So I assume that his spirit is trapped here. He was wearing an intricate black, red, and white Venetian mask that hid his face. He wore matching black and red noble attire and his hair was a curly dark chocolate brown that went down to his neck.
Overall he was a total mystery. His entire existence was perplexing to me. Yes I do believe in the paranormal but never would I think I’d meet a real life ghost.
“I assume your grand father is Lorenzo? Has he passed on?” Dante asks, cutting through the thick silence.
I blink a few times, maybe if I blink hard enough he’ll disappear and that’ll confirm that this was all just my imagination. So I blink, but Dante’s translucent self is still hovering in front of me. The blank expression of his mask makes me slightly uneasy. I couldn’t get a read on the guy at all.
Coughing, I finally answer, “Uhm yeah… He was my grand father. He left me this manor in his will. And he didn’t mention any ghosts or anything like that.” I add.
“Lorenzo couldn’t see me. You’re the first to see me actually.” Dante says. His voice sounded smooth but the mask muffled it slightly. But he also sounded like he was in pain. I wonder how long he’s been here, trapped in this manor.
“So this whole time you were all alone?”
“Yes.” He softly replies. “Just me. Only my spirit is here.”
“That must be hard.” I say, but not in a pitying sounding way. The last thing he wants is pity probably.
Dante hovers away and I follow him into the living room. Looking up I see him hover up to the chandelier. He looks down at me, I can see his dark green irises through the black holes of the mask.
“Every day is hard. God has cursed me, rejected my entry into the heavens.” His voice cracks. "My death occurred in the very room we are in."
I look around the oriental room we are in. It has been modernized over the years, but I can imagine how it looked in his century. The masked party people, music, drinks, lies and deception. All of it in the room we are in but centuries before.
"My killer has not been found but I know they are long dead. Knowing that they burn in hell brings me peace. And I have learned to accept that I am to remain here.”
Then he rambles on about his life story. The tragedies he lived through, the friends he made and lost, wars and battles faced, and lovers went and gone. But I don't mind that this conversation is one sided. He has had no one to talk to for centuries so he deserves a listener.
"I apologize my lady. I have droned on for far too long. It's impolite..." Dante says in a dejected tone. But I reassure him.
"Y-You're okay! I understand. You haven't had someone to talk to in a long time I imagine. Besides, I found your life story very interesting."
Dante hovers down to where I'm sat on the couch. He also sits beside me. Leaning in close he tilts his masked face to the side as he comes closer to mine. I move away slightly; his body emits an eerie chill.
"Tell me about you. What is your name?" He asks, his eyes twinkle with an emotion unknown to me.
"I'm Y/n L/n. I originally lived in the United States, but I moved here as you know." I mutter. I've never been one to talk a lot anyways.
Dante looks me up and down. His fingers reach out causing me to flinch back, but he goes to touch the fabric of my black dress rather than my skin. To my surprise his fingers can touch the fabric, they don’t phase through it.
"Why do you wear black? Are you a widow? Has your husband passed on?" He asks softly.
I feel myself giggle slightly and he looks up at me with probably a confused expression.
"I've never been married silly, I'm only 23 years old.”
Dante’s emerald eyes widen. “23 and unmarried? Has the societal norm changed? Because my sister was married off to her husband when she was 16.”
I cringe physically. “Oooh yeah, lots of things have changed. But also I’m wearing black because it’s just my style. It’s called goth, it’s a music based style. I can tell you about it sometime.”
Dante looks at me like I’ve grown three heads. I can see it in his eyes.
“Ahem- Anyways. Why do you wear that mask?” I ask.
Dante breaks the eye contact and looks down at the side. “It does not come off. No matter how hard I try to remove it, it only stays. I cannot remove the clothing either.”
I nod. “Is it because it was the last thing you wore before you died?”
He nods in return.
“I assume so.”
He moves closer to me ever so slightly. His gloved hands caress my h/c locks of hair and then he brushes his fingers across my cheeks and jawline.
“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.
Dante’s hooded eyes shine with an emotion I cannot read. But I feel like my life from this day forward will never be the same. Can the living and the dead co exist?
Dante Verona. Will we be able to share the same roof?
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Hello there! So this is my first time requesting since i just started following you. So let me tell you, your Yandere Wild West Outlaw got me absolutley smitten and obsessed! i love your writing so much!!
Anyway back to the main subject and on with the request.
What about Maddox with an EXTRA Sassy darling. Like, full of and fluent on sarcasm (the kind that makes you go: DAAAAMN). The darlin' has a sharp tongue and retorts for any kind of bad words might be thrown towards her (and maybe, way later in the relationship, towards Maddox too). From really polite f-u's to tge sthraightfoward ones, she can reply and roast anyone.
Oh and a bonus head cannon (a little something that came to mind) after reading about the wedding rings. I can totally imagine the darling going from questioning about where Maddox "buys" all the weird gifts to just becoming immune, later in the relationship. Let's say Maddox comes back (to the temporary) home with a very strange object, like A very expensive porcelain/china vase and the darling just goes: "oh thank you. Please put it on the table. I'll be done with the soup and then take care of it"
Yea anyway i'll stop rambling now.
Sorry for the bad english. It's not my first language and it is past midnight here.
Have a great day/night ✨
We love sassy girlboss Y/n’s here. Thank you for submitting this request anon!! Hope it is to your liking <3
Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Sassy Reader
CW// Y/n is a bully, Maddox gets his ego hurt, Maddox gets angry, Maddox is dumb
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Maddox immediately knew that you were a spitfire when he first had a conversation with you. You weren’t the typical damsel in distress who when captured by the evil outlaw you’re forced into submission.
Oh no. There’s not a drop of submission in your body.
Maddox thought you would be useful to have around. You’d be his own personal maid! Maybe even like a housewife. But no…
“Clean my laundry if ya’ wanna live to see anotha’ day.”
“Alright alright, calm your tits. What should I clean first? The shirt with sweat marinated into the fabric or the undies with shit stains?”
“THERE AIN’T ANY SHIT ON MY UNDIES MISSY! IT’S DIRT!”
You’re a total pain in the ass. Whenever he tried to act cool or intimidating you’d immediately shoot it down with your words.
He hates it when you ruin his moment in front of other people.
He got really pissed after you made a jab at him in the middle of a duel.
“It’s just you an’ me boy. But we both know who’ll be standin’ by the end of this.”
“Hopefully it isn’t you.”
“SHUT UP Y/N! GET YOUR TUSH BACK INSIDE, I’M TRYNA’ HAVE A DUEL!”
Punishes you by tying you up and leaving you outside for the night.
He ignores your complaints about coyotes or rattlesnakes. He needs you to shut your mouth and give him some peace.
After that night of punishment though he noticed how you wouldn’t really talk to him often.
“Go shine my boots. And I don’t wanna hear a single complaint outta ya’.”
“Okay.”
“…”
Okaay so he fucked up.
The days drag on so slow without your quips and jabs! He never realized how funny the things you said are now that you’re gone.
Well you’re not gone, just more closed off now. But you may as well be gone. This isn’t like you at all to be so quiet and reclusive!
Maybe he was too rough in you? He did kill your Father and force you to be his housewife maid.
So doing what he does worst, he apologizes.
“Hey, ‘bout that one time I left ya’ outside. I realize that was silly of me cus ya’ coulda gotten eaten. So that was my bad.”
“So you’re sorry?”
“Yeah.”
He’s brushing Jasper’s fur, telling the horse how good he is. Cleaning Jasper is the only chore Maddox likes to do himself.
You’re sitting on a tree stump watching the man talk to his horse.
“You know Jasper’s a horse right?”
“Oh really? I thought he was a dog.”
The small smirk on your face after his little quip made Maddox feel like a million bucks.
That’s when he learned that he likes seeing you happy.
After the “Marriage”: (Read about it Here)
“Uhm what’s all this?” You ask your unofficial husband.
“This-”
He puts a brown sack down on the table. The sound of the contents inside clang together as he dumps it all out. A dozen chipped fine china plates come out.
“Is how we make our house a home sweetness. I hear housewives go crazy over fancy dishes n’ shit.”
Maddox stands there with a proud grin underneath his masked face. (He still hasn’t showed you his face yet btw.) He was like a dog showing his owner how good he is at retrieving sticks when playing fetch.
You look at him with an unimpressed quirk of your brow. “And where did you happen to come across such fine china may I ask?”
He shrugs and comes around the table to wrap his arms around you from behind.
“A buddy gave em to me.” His deep voice reverberates in your ear.
“Did you hold your so called buddy at gunpoint?”
“Would you be mad if I said yes?”
You groan and shakes your head back and forth. “Maddox you know you can’t just go around taking people’s stuff! Now the sheriff was probably alerted and is looking for you now. And why did you steal a bunch of plates!? Jasper can’t carry all this shit! We should only have what is necessary for survival you brute. Are you even listening to me!?”
But he only looks at you with lovesick eyes as you complain about how stupid he is.
“Princess did I ever tell you how sexy you are when you’re mad at me?” His hands go lower down your waist.
Rolling your eyes you smack his hands and leave his embrace, leaving him standing by himself like a kicked puppy.
“I have a meal to make so set the table with those plates you got. And no more stealing people’s things!”
“Yes ma’am.”
I appreciate all the requests that come in!! But I just want to remind all of you about my rules and that I do NOT write Y/n as a specific race. My writing is for everybody to enjoy!! She’s race ambiguous. Many people request that I write a Black Y/n but I’m not black so I won’t be doing that. If I write for a specific race then I feel like I’d just be stereotyping what black people are supposed to act like. So please don’t ask me to write for a Y/n that is a specific race. Thank you.
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Hi!
Can I request Maddox with a darling who lives to read, maybe he catches her reading some old romance books in an abandoned house they shack up in or something like that
Btw I live your writing ♥️
As someone who loves to read I am obligated to write for this req 😤🫡 Thanks for the request tho!! Hope you like it :-)
Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Bookworm Reader
CW// Maddox is annoying, Reader being a little perv
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The new house Maddox found was lovely. It had decently okay furniture and a vast collection of old books on the shelf. It's small with only two bedrooms and one bathroom but it was charming. But what caught your interest was the big oak wood bookshelf. You couldn't even remember the last time you picked up a book. Being on the run with Maddox made time fly.
"Who would leave all these books behind? They're all in great condition." You mutter to yourself as you take a blue and purple book with gold trim off the shelf. Tracing your fingers down the spine of the hardcover novel you appreciate the craftsmanship. It was clearly expensive, something you could no longer afford. Your Dad bought you many books like these but now you were pretty much broke. You only had Maddox to rely on now.
Speaking of Maddox you had no clue where he was. Which you didn't really care, he always disturbed your peace. Cracking open the book you sit down on the loveseat and start reading. It was a romance book about a huntsman who fell in love with a duchess. The story was beautiful as it was exhilarating.
"Oh wow, you into that kinda stuff?"
You snap the book shut instantly, a mini cloud of dust poofs from the pages. Maddox chuckles huskily behind you, leaning down and resting his chin on the back of the loveseat.
"Oh don't be embarrassed princess, it was getting to the good part. What did it say again? Oh! Ahem-"
Maddox coughs into his hand and smirks. Deepening his voice he quotes the passage in a deep, British-like accent,
"He caresses the duchess' milky thighs, her womb felt of silk wrapped around his ma-"
"OH HUSH!" You whip around and smack the outlaw's head, his hat nearly flying off. But he only laughs at your flustered state.
"You're filthy." You groan and put the book back on the shelf where it was. But Maddox follows behind you and takes the book into his own hands and opens it up. Skimming through the pages he smirks.
"I'm filthy? Sweetheart you're the one readin' this junk." Maddox shuts the book and puts it back. Putting his hand up on the shelf he leans against it while looking down at your shorter self.
"Well it is a romance book." Rolling your eyes you choose a different book. This time you pick a title you're familiar with, Pride and Prejudice.
"Now leave me alone you brute. I'd like to relax for once." With that you walk away and go outside. Finding a nice tree you sit beneath it and read the book. Reading reminded you of home, the home that was ripped from you. In a way it was escapism which is unhealthy but a girl can dream right?
Hours pass and the sun begins to set, casting an orange glow across the cloudy sky. The words on the page become harder to read as the sun sinks lower and the moon rises. You didn't want it to end. You know you could read inside but that damn outlaw was inside. You just wanted to stay out here forever with the natural ambience of wind and birds.
Footsteps approach you and you already know who it is. Looking up you see him. Black denim jeans, a burgundy vest, twin revolvers around his waist, and a dark brown cowboy hat on his head. And of course that bandana covering the bottom half of his face. Anytime you asked him about his face he got ticked off so you avoided the subject. But you couldn't help but be curious.
"You're starin' sweetheart." His husky voice breaks the silence. There’s a hint of a Spanish accent mixed in with his Southern drawl. You can't help but think about what it would be like if you and him met under different circumstances. Would he save you from bandits? Offer to buy you a drink at the saloon?
Would you two have a storybook romance just like in the books you adore?
"Hey."
He's right in front of you now, crouched to your height. His gloved hand pets your hair and you're frozen. He has you in a trance that you make no effort to free yourself from. His dark amber eyes are crinkled in slight concern over your unusual silence.
"What..?" You say softly.
"It's gettin' dark. Unless you wanna be dinner for the coyotes then I suggest comin' back in. I'll cook up some beans so hurry your little bum up."
Well there goes the moment. You groan and get up off the grass, your back cracking as you stretch. Your eyes watch as Maddox walks back into the house. His hips sway as he walks, you never really payed attention to that before. His ass looks pretty round in those pants to-
"Ugh, what is wrong with me.." Groaning, you follow after him.
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I'd probably spook Maddox at least once by biting him. My gut reaction to most pain is to take a bite outta it.
LMAO, Maddox is a little bit if a freak so he doesn’t mind a little bit of teeth 🤭
The night he ties you up and throws you on the back of his horse is the first time you bite him. He’s sat on the back of Jasper, high tailing out of your hometown and suddenly he yelps when he feels your teeth on his neck.
Whipping his head around he elbows you in the side and yells at you to get off.
“GAH- You fuckin bitch! That hurt! Damn you tryna bite out my jugular!?”
Every time he tries to get close you bare your teeth at him. He immediately backs up and puts his hands up in surrender.
“Calm down sweetheart, I just wanna untie ya’.”
When Maddox falls for you he starts asking you to bite him. He likes the pain.
When he cuddles you next to the campfire he kisses down your neck and nibbles the skin.
“You’re always bitin’ me so I thought I’d return the favor~ You taste so sweet”
Overtime you stop fighting him and just accept that he’s gonna be a permanent part of your life now.
The biting also stops.
And Maddox misses it.
“Sweetheart where’d that fire go? I miss your teeth.”
You two bite while you have sex now. It’s a given.
And then there was that time you bit someone else out of defense.
Maddox didn’t like it one bit.
You two get caught up in a shooting and a man holds a gun to your head, you immediately bite his hand to free yourself and Maddox empties his cylinder in him.
“I’m so proud of you princess, but your teeth are reserved for me.”
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It’s my first time requesting, so I’m sorry if you don’t understand my bad english ;-;
May I request a GN readerx Yandere Wild West Outlaw (my brain can’t remember his name) with a reader who sleeps anywhere on anything? There will be one time this man has seen his darling somehow out of the ropes and is sleeping on the roof.
I understand if you don’t wanna do this request, but if you do it thank you from the bottom of my heart! <3
Always take care and take a break when needed~
This request is so silly I have to do it. Also your english is great, don’t sweat it!!
Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Sleepy Reader
CW// Nothing, just wholesomeness
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It’s yours and Maddox’s first night together after he took you from your home. You two are camping out in the desert by a cave. There’s a small fire lit and Maddox’s horse Jasper is munching on some carrots.
But it’s been awfully quiet, the outlaw thinks. Why is it so quiet?
He realizes it’s because of you! You’re usually always thrashing and screaming at him and now you aren’t!
He also realizes that you’re no where to be found… It makes him panic slightly. He shoots up from where he’s sat and he looks around the camp. The desert is dangerous, what if you got stung by a scorpion or bit by a rattlesnake!?
“You come out from where you’re hidin’ missy! Or I outta shoot-”
He nearly trips and falls flat on his face. Looking down he sees you taking a dirt nap, quite literally in the dirt. How did you get so far away from camp? Did you sleep walk? Fall asleep while trying to escape? Whatever it is Maddox doesn’t give a damn, he’s glad he found you.
“You’re a dumb little thing. What would you do without me?”
From this moment onward Maddox sees a repeating pattern. You sleep anytime, anywhere. And on occasion you can even “teleport”. He thought about calling a priest to perform an exorcism on you once.
“Sweet Jesus, this ain’t possible… How’d ya get out here!?”
When you fall asleep while on his horse he sits you in front of him so he can act as a back rest. He doesn’t want you falling off now.
Loves it when you fall asleep on him. You’re so vulnerable when you’re asleep like this. He can touch you without getting yelled at or smacked. So he takes advantage of it.
Combs his hands through your pretty locks of hair and caresses your plush cheeks. Sometimes when you squirm in your sleep from a nightmare he shushes you like a baby and rocks you back and forth.
Stays by your side from now on when you’re asleep after… the incident.
The Incident:
After over a week of being on horseback and foot Maddox finds an old house for them to settle in temporarily. It’s a cute house with victorian architecture. It’s definitely abandoned and all the owner’s belongings are still there. They most likely fled due to the Native American tribe near by but Maddox isn’t afraid of them. He actually gets along with the tribesmen better than the whites who hate him for being half American and half Mexican.
“This place is nice. It almost the same size as my old home.” Y/n mutters as she admires the decor. But her eyes feel heavy, she needs to sleep. This past week has been exhausting.
Maddox notices how worn out she is. She’ll be no good to him if she’s a mopey, tired slug. So he brings her upstairs to the main bedroom. The bed is dusty but it’ll have to make do.
“You’ll sleep here sweetheart. But I’m gonna have to tie ya’ down. I don’t need ya’ escaping now.” Maddox ties a rope from the bed post to her ankle.
Y/n doesn’t even bother to yell or fight back from being tied down. She just falls asleep immediately like a hibernating bear. When she’s asleep Maddox unpacks some supplies down in the living room. He also cooks up a can of beans and digs in.
It’s quiet. All his life he’s been alone, but he’ll never admit he feels lonely. He’s never had anyone to trust or rely on. Most nights he’ll sleep under the stars and talk to Jasper. But he’s a horse so talking to him is one sided.
Even though Y/n is sleeping just upstairs he misses her. Misses her snarky comments, creative insults, and the way she smacks his chest when he gets too close.
“What are you doing to me woman..” The outlaw mutters to himself as he trudges himself up the creaky wooden stairs. He’s in front of her door and he opens it slowly, peeking his head in. But then he slams it open when he sees she’s gone.
“Y/n?” He shouts, looking around the room and searching every corner. She’s missing again! Maddox runs like a cat out of water as he searches the whole house. What if she got hurt!? He could never live with himself.
He kicks open the front door and looks around the property. What if the tribe found her and thought she was a threat? Every negative outcome of what could happen to her comes to his mind. Getting eaten by a coyote is a possibility too.
Maddox takes his hat off and grips his black hair.
“FUCK!” He shouts and kicks the dirt on the ground, the cloud of brown blowing with the wind. Maddox walks back to the house in defeat where he tells Jasper that Y/n’s gone, and she is never coming back. But the horse only exhales loudly and shakes his head back and forth.
“She’s gone buddy. I know you liked her but she’s probably dead in a fuckin’ ditch somewhere!” The man snaps.
Jasper slams his front leg down and neighs loudly. His nose is pointed up towards the house.
“What are ya’ on about you?” Jasper never behaved like this before unless he wanted to try and tell him something. He’s a smart horse, so any sound or motion me makes is usually when he tries to convey a message.
Maddox looks up at the house where Jasper is looking and squints his eyes. He puts his hat back on to cover his eyes from the beating sun. Looking closer he sees a familiar head of h/c hair on the roof!
“Y/n!?” Maddox says in disbelief. How the fuck did she get up there!? Does she even know she’s up there? Probably not.
“Shit boy, what do we do?” He turns to his horse. Jasper neighs louder and Maddox looks back up and sees that she’s about to fall off the roof!
“SHIT!”
Y/n turns in her sleep and falls off the roof. Maddox feels his heart drop and he breaks off into a sprint. Just before she hits the ground he catches her, making them both fall to the dirt.
“Y-You?” Y/n wakes up and sees she’s outside and that god forsaken outlaw is beneath her. His head is under her dress making her squeal and scramble away.
“W-What in the hell!? What do you think you’re doing? Why am I outside and why was your ugly mug up my dress!?”
Maddox groans and rubs his head. He turns to her with a glare and grabs her wrist, pulling her up.
“I ain’t ever takin’ my eye off you again! You ought to be a witch or somethin’!”
From that moment onward Maddox sleeps next to Y/n in a bone crushing cuddle. When he feels her move in the slightest he wakes up and tightens his hold. No way in hell will he let something like that happen again.
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Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Reader
CW// Possession, Obsession, Yandere Behavior, Jealousy, Suggestive Content, Gaslighting, Maddox has a housewife fetish (16+)
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When Maddox first saw you hiding in your wardrobe after having killed your Father he was shocked to see such a pretty woman inside. He knew your Father had a daughter but he didn't know she'd be a fierce and beautiful young woman.
Maddox knew he had to have you. No way was he going to leave you in this bumfuck town in the middle of no where. You're too valuable.
He ties you up and takes you away from your hometown. You're his now so he's taking you with him wherever he goes. Having a pretty little accessory like you will give him bragging rights after all.
He takes you to saloons while he plays cards with his buddies. Has you sit still and look pretty on his lap while he drinks and plays. His friends say dirty things about you. Commenting on how submissive you are for Maddox. Maddox eats their comments up like a full course meal.
"You boys wish you had this fine piece of ass. But she's mine."
When you're at his temporary house he has you play housewife. You cook his food, clean his laundry, and most importantly you take him like a good girl and let him use you to pleasure himself.
"You like that yeah? You don't? Then shut your pretty little mouth n' take it anyway. Don't make me mad now."
But over the course of a few months and after spending more time with you he sees you less as an object to brag about and more as a companion. He sees you everyday so of course he develops feelings. Feelings he denies of course.
"You think cus' I'm being nice lately you can just skip doin' laundry? Well you've been a good girl this week so I'll let it slide... But you're doin' it tomorrow! No excuses!"
Maddox takes you to the saloon with him again as usual. This time the sexual comments his friends say make him see red. He draws his gun and shoots them all dead where they sit.
"I should have never let em' say that vulgar shit bout' you. Shoulda never let you in that shithole in the first fuckin' place. C'mon, we're goin' home."
Fucks you gently this time and prioritizes your pleasure over his. You're so cute mewling beneath him. Praises you instead of degrades you.
"You can take it princess, c'mon! Don't tell me to slowdown when I can feel how good you feel on me. Yeah that’s it, good girl. Doin’ so good for me… Ya’ feel divine~"
He slowly starts bringing you into town less often. When you ask why you can't come with him he simply says that you're safer at home.
A month goes by and you're tired of being holed up in his house. So you take the risk and leave while he's taking his afternoon nap.
Bad Choice….
"You thought you could leave me?! Baby I love ya', I really do but sometimes you're real fuckin' stupid."
Locks the doors, windows, and always has his eye on you. When he has to go out he keeps you tied to the bed by the ankle.
Every night he holds you close to him. He's a light sleeper, he'll feel if you move and try to escape him. If that happens he'll embrace you in a nearly bone crushing hug.
He’ll wrestle with you if you try and fight him, but he’ll never strike you. He’d never do that after seeing the abuse his Mother endured from her customers at the brothel.
Comes home one day with two golden rings. He wears one and forces the other onto your ring finger. It's a perfect fit.
"You're my wife now and I'm your husband. You'll address me as such, got it?"
No wedding, no priest, no judge, no documentation. He says you're his wife now and that's that.
"There's names engraved inside the rings.? That's just the name of the jeweler I got it from... Don't worry your pretty little head about it."
You two never get to settle down. You hop from one abandoned home to the other. After all he needs to always be on the run from the law. It's a stressful but exhilarating lifestyle. Danger lurks at every corner.
Loves calling you by his last name. Though your last name is still legally L/n; Maddox says that since you’re his wife you have his last name. After all you two are wearing the rings to prove it!
"Thank you for the meal Mrs. Graves, God you're perfect. Where have you been all my life?"
He adores your body. Doesn't matter what body type you have. Chub? He's kneading it with his hands while he praises you like the goddess you are. Insecure about how the outline of your ribcage is visible? He traces his fingers down to your tummy and then goes even lower... He can't keep his hands off.
Favorite thing to do is hug you from behind and just press your backside against him while you do chores. It feels so domestic and it makes him feel like he isn’t a wanted criminal for a moment.
Kisses? He loves to kiss you! His favorite spots are your ankles, tummy, and forehead. And your lips ofc!
Whenever you have to slip your stockings on he swats your hands away and does it. He’ll pull them up sensually and slowly, trailing kisses from your ankle up to your thigh as he does so.
“Your skin’s so soft princess, just wanna take a bite. You’ll let me right?”
He loves animals. His horse Jasper is his best friend. Jasper won't let anyone ride him except for you and Maddox. Anyone else gets thrown off and stomped on.
Since this is the 1800’s people don’t really bathe as often. But Maddox is different. He can’t stand having grime on him for too long after you called him stinky once. So now he bathes more often than most. And you bathe with him too. You have no choice in the matter.
“Mmm love it when you wash my hair sweetheart… Ya’ fingers feel like heaven..”
Maddox is a tough guy. He's taken bullets, stabs, you name it. He even survived a hanging once. If anything happens to you he'll fight God himself just to keep you safe. Even if it costs him his life.
"GET YA' MEATHOOKS OFF MY WIFE YOU FUCKIN' ANIMALS!"
Tells you he loves you everyday. And if you don't say it back? Well he'll just bug you until you say it. After your "marriage" he doesn't really punish you anymore. You’re his partner for life, you deserve the world.
Respects women. His Mother worked in a brothel so he witnessed how men mistreated women. He could never do that to you... Even though he did early in your relationship. But he'll never admit that! Bring it up and he'll call you crazy.
"Sweetheart I never harmed a hair on your head, quit talkin' nonsense."
Teaches you how to fire a gun just in case. Hopefully you'll never have to use the skill though.
Spoils you whenever he can. Maddox has a decent amount of money but it's still pretty tight. Buying you things isn't an option because being on the run means you need to have minimal baggage. So he treats you to dinners and cute little dates.
Overtime you get used to this life. You forget he ever even killed your old man.
Anyone is free to request anything! Don't be shy! I'm hyperfixiating on this oc so I'll happily write anything for him. As long as it isn't blatant NSFW :-)
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I have not been able to shut up about this 13 year old cat with dwarfism. His name is Francis and he’s just a little old man. I’ve been telling all my friends about him. So I feel like I gotta tell all of yall about him too.
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Me after eating half of a footlong
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I’m back at it again boys
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