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Yan!MIGUEL O'HARA (platonic)
warnings; obv possessiveness, creepy shit, Miguel 'feral' O'hara.
i just watched ATSV and I am OBSESSED with the thought of Miguel being this overprotective dad for a spider-kid. so here's a lil oneshot for you :))
Obviously SPOILER WARNING FOR ATSV, so shoo shoo if you haven't watched the movie
Miguel watched you, it's wrong but he had been watching over you since he had first asked you to be in the spider society. He watched you as you strolled through the Spider-society, laughing as Hobie told you a joke, your smile. it was warm and wide, your laughs could easily melt anyone's heart. And it melted his cold, hurt heart. He felt protective of you, how a father would for his child.
And ever since, Miguel felt protective and he obsessed over you. From your health, to how you were doing, things he would normally never care about. Especially when it came to teens, usually he would leave it up to Jessica to deal with the younger spiders. But with you, he felt like he had to protect you. And that he did.
When he first found you hurt on a mission, he felt something snap, it was as if he was possessed. He tore into the villain as if they were nothing.
Ever since then , you couldn't see him the same, every time you saw him you hid. You noticed how he changed around you, the amount of times that he had benched you because of some minor injury that wasn't even related to the missions he sent you on. Miguel became suffocating.
He noticed it, he noticed how meek you were around him. Your sunshine personality toned down around him as you timidly bowed your head around him. You were the closest thing to a child he had, ever since he let his daughter slip through his fingers. There was no way he would let you do the same.
This time was no different, he had called the 5 of you down to his space for a mission briefing.
"Fuck, I really don't wanna go." You whined as the hologram of him went back down in your watch. "I mean, we can ditch if you want. Y'know I'm down." Hobie said as he shoved his hands into his vest.
"Ughhh, I've missed like 3 of his dumb meetings, Jess said if I didn't want to get kicked out of this society I'd have to attend this one." Hobie shrugged.
"And? The entire point of being a spider-person is so that you could do anythin' you want. So fuck him, let's ditch that prick, alright?"
You laughed but then sighed, your shoulders sagging. You were going through something similar to what Gwen was going through. Your parents had found out that you were the spider-person in your dimension, when Miguel had found you, you were on the bridge of getting thrown in prison for being a vigilante.
He took you in, and your were stuck in HQ's dormitory for the time being. You were terrifed that the moment you went back home you were going to get thrown out on the streets or arrested by your dad.
"You know why I can't just ditch." You said, Hobie nodded. "Right, yeah I forgot. Sorry you can't just stay at my place, Gwendy took the only other shitty mattress I have."
"Eh, don't worry about it." You said as you kicked the non-existent gravel away. "Where are the others?"
"Oh, they're just finishin' up some mission, said that they're coming a little later." Hobie said as they got to what Hobie called Miguel's 'cave'.
"Y'know what lil' spider, Imma get goin', can't stand that knob right now." You rolled your eyes at that nickname as he ruffled your hair. He walked away, giving you a two fingered salute. "Yeah, yeah, what a great friend you are for abandoning me."
"You'll survive mate, you're tough like me." he says as he disappears into the brightly colored portal. You grumbled to yourself as the portal closed behind you.
"Tough my ass, god I hate that British asshole sometimes." You grumbled some more, you fiddled with your watch a little before a small hologram of Jessica pops up. "Heeeey Jessy-"
"Oh so you finally decided to show up hm?" You wince slightly at the tone and laughed it off awkwardly. "Harsh, but, valid. Sorry for missing all those briefings Jess, can you let me in...?"
You saw as the hologram sighed and the giant doors open, a gust of wind hitting your face. You sputtered a little before walking into the cold room, you walked up to the intimidating Spider-woman and grinned sheepishly at her.
"Finally listened to me, the threat worked right?"
"Oh yeah, definitely, scared the shit outta me." You nodded aggressively as you said it, Jessica let out a little laugh. "I was kidding by the way, Miguel would've murdered me if I kicked you out." She whispered as she walked up towards the platform as it descended.
You shivered. murder. You always heard, at least in your time at the spider-society, that superheroes never killed. But what you saw, what he did, it was burned into your head.
"Where are the others." Miguel's deep voice boomed, interrupting your thoughts. "We sent Pav, Miles and Gwen on a mission, they said that they would be here in a few minutes aaaand Hobie...?" Jessica turned to you.
"Oh!- Oh right uhm he said he didn't wanna come." You trailed off, Miguel sighed and muttered a few curses under his breath. "Y/n, you can inform him of the mission right?"
"Totes! Ahem I mean, totally yeah." You coughed, you felt as your face heated up. You wanted to curl up and die right there and there, why couldn't a portal open up below you and transport you literally anywhere else.
Miguel on the other hand thought you were adorable, how embarrassed you looked as you tried to hide behind Jessica. He wanted to scoop you up there, hold you close to him. He had to be patient.
"Alright," The platform finally descended down to the ground, allowing Miguel to walk down and near you. Yay, the last thing you wanted. He easily towered over you, his hulking mass of muscles were intimidating.
"You're not going on the mission." He says after he stares at you.
"...What?!" You exclaimed, earning a confused look from Jessica as well. "Right, we need all of them for this particular mission. Miguel, what are you talking about?"
"I've made up my mind, take Ben with them." He says to Jessica, his tone firm. Jessica wants to speak out but she shuts her mouth, walking out to talk to Ben.
"I- wait, no this is wrong, I've been benched for the past 3 fucking weeks-"
"Language."
"What?- That doesn't matter, just listen to me." You practically begged him. He let out a long sigh as he walked away, you followed behind him. "I swear I won't do anything reckless on this mission, I haven't been on a mission with my friends in too long. I'm missing on things."
"It doesn't matter, mi hija, it's too dangerous." He slightly turns his head. You scoff. "What, you think I'm not strong enough? I'm as much a spider-person as any other fucking spider-people in this society."
"LANGUAGE." He turns around sharply, fangs bared as he yelled at you. You flinched backwards, stumbling a little at the harshness of his voice.
"Mierda- sorry, I didn't mean to-" He says, you were backing away from him, memories from that night came back again. "Sorry for scaring you, I didn't mean to hm?" He tried going closer to you, he could see the fear in your eyes, how you cowered from him.
"Please don't look at me like that." Now he was begging you. He stalked closer to you, grabbing onto your arms harshly bringing you closer to him.
"N-No, stay back. You killed- you killed that man I-" You were hyperventilating, you couldn't catch your breath as the memories came back.
"He hurt you, I did it to protect you." He muttered darkly, but it still had an eerie hint of softness behind his words. He admitted it, he fucking admitted it. "And this, this is also to protect you, you'll understand in time, kid."
You were too busy struggling to notice what he wanted to do, he barred his fangs again and bit your neck, you gasp sharply at the sudden pain in your neck, you felt the feeling in your upper body start to lose control. You fell limp in his arms, you could feel him brush your hair from your face.
"I'm doing this to protect you, every time you come back from missions with injuries my heart aches." Miguel says as he brushes away the tears from your cheek. "That's why I've benched you, I can't lose you, you're mine."
You looked up at him as he looked back down at you lovingly, it was sickening. You couldn't move, the pain from the bite was throbbing as you felt yourself being lifted up. You felt small as his figure dwarfed you as he stood up, cradling you to his chest.
"I'll protect you, no matter what it takes." He whispers into your hair.
A/n: Ok this got out of hand, I am extremely inspired though I might make a follow up to this :))
we love a crazy dad around these parts, also hi i didn't die, i'm back with a new obsession teehee
#yandere platonic#platonic yandere#yandere#yandere miguel o'hara#x gn reader#yandere spiderverse#parental yandere#pls forgive me for being quiet for so long#only to come out with random shit#also#this shit is not proofread sorry for any mistakes in this
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idk if you do continuations or anything like that so feel free to ignore !! but i really liked that platonic yandere peter b parker post and was wondering if you had any more of that?
I got you baby girl
You weren’t their first pick by far and they almost didn’t hire you. “Aren’t you still in school?” You had to really sell yourself to get it. Telling them you were in a position you could work from home by just completing the work and turning it in. Not the most graceful way to do high school but it was no skin off your teeth.
They are the world's softest yanderes because their goal is to keep you as their kid not to themselves. They do the same reactions other parents would. You have a crush on someone they want to know because they're nosy. Want to try a hobby and they'll help you in a way that's not suspicious at the time, giving you fliers instead of dropping you off. Safe and taken care of.
Make no mistake, they are still yanderes. Sleeping pills make their way into your drink and your backpack goes missing on purpose. Peter will carry to the guest bedroom and put you to bed. MJ will help look for your bag in places you didn't look and would you look at that, she didn't find it. That bracelet is a glorified tracker and Peter is too. Not to mention their efforts to normalize their affection by introducing it slowly. They fully understand what they are doing and don't think twice.
Strangely enough your parents were the ones to tell you to take the live-in position saying you needed to think of number one. It was a more than generous offer and to know you were taken care of was enough for them. With the added knowledge of Peter's job you felt like it was a risk but a risk you were willing to take. They welcomed you with more than warm arms.
Eventually you become their kid with extra steps, you basically just have a big allowance. People start mistaking you as an adopted child, even their family. You didn't think twice about saying it wasn't true but they insisted after you do for the sake of convenience, so people can't say you shouldn't be with them or be trusted with Mayday like you're a stranger. Besides you're practically family.
The chances you suspect they aren't letting you leave is honestly very slim. They are nothing but welcoming and never overtly force you to do anything, never hurt you and they always have a solid reason for everything they do. Not to mention you do leave, they let you.
But if you do you're not going to leave until they're sure you're not going to scream the second you step out the door. They drop the efforts the hide what they're doing and you are theirs, no real need to be coy. And it's all terrifyingly normal. They seem like regular parents.
To be honest, they won't do anything unless you get rowdy. Lock yourself in your room and hide, they won't drag you out, just knock on the door, ask if you're okay, and tell you there's food waiting for you so you out the door. Deny their affection like hugs, they won't force it on you. Refuse to hold Mayday and they'll hold handle her crying. You're upset and know this is an adjustment period.
You can attack Peter and he will very weakly try to get you to stop so you don't hurt yourself. "It's okay, honey. I'm not going to hurt you."
Tell MJ she's not your mom she stays strong, but it's very clear she's hurt. "I know. But I want to be."
Mayday doesn't understand what's happening but she's more than happy you're not leaving.
What they will force is if you try to hurt yourself. Stop eating and they'll force feed you. Spit out too much and they'll hook you up to an IV. Break a window to try and get out they keep you in areas there are no windows. Hurt yourself in any capacity in the kitchen, purposeful or otherwise, you won't be in there unsupervised. God forbid you try to force-quit yourself. They will hold you down and baby proof you. Shove all types of foam under your clothes and wrap you in duct tape. If you keep trying it will escalate. You'll have those mitten they put on babies so they don't scratch themselves, then a neck cover and a helmet. You're going to look like the world's ugliest penguin.
When you start to calm down then they start the conversation of going outside. Again, the goal was never to keep you inside indefinitely. And it is a slow progress but it becomes a normal life ish. You live with them and to anyone's concern, "This is my kid."
You do go see your family and you think about telling them but the visit is very underwhelming. You have a full house so you peacing out for three months didn't really cross their minds. So you did what Peter told you to do, say you were moving out. Your brother laughed and said, "good". Your sister told him not to say that and to give her her hat back. Your mom told your dad to set up the moving van your uncle worked at to see if they could get a discount. None of them asked where or why and you didn't know if that was good or bad. You knew it was because they trusted you but that attitude got you kidnapped.
At the end of the day you went back to very very doting parents and a sister who quite literally crawled all over you. It was excessive but at that point it was normal, for better or for worse.
#ask and you shall receive#platonic yandere#atsv#marvel#yandere spiderman#peter b. parker#mary jane parker#yandere#thank you for the ask!#mayday parker#parental yandere#soft yandere
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More context on the AUs
ABO AU: Katsuki is a neglected omega pup hiding his classification due to his parents telling him omegas cannot be heroes. After the incident where he is chained to the podium at the Sports Festival. He is stalked and then kidnapped by the league. In their care he succumbs to their manipulation easily due to the neglect he received at home. He will view Shigaraki/Dabi as his parents and the rest of the league as his pack.
Overhaul AU: Overhual stalks and kidnaps a middle school Izuku due to his quirkless status. He is convinced he is one of the only clean/pure beings left as a result he forms a obsessive attachment to the boy. He convinces Izuku that he is worthless to everyone except him. (Don't have that much for this one yet but that's the general jist.)
Twisted Endeavor AU: Enji is trying to be a good father by locking Shouto away and keeping him away from hero work for his own safety after he is injured during his work study. He convinces everyone that Shouto is mentally unwell or more injured than he really is and that that is why he is gone. He forcibly cares for Shouto treating him like a child, doing the things he never did the first time around. Will include things like: Endeavor drugging(Safely) Shouto to make him weaker, quirk suppressants, Shouto entering a childlike state of mind to cope with his new reality.
ALSO PLEASE IF YOU HAVE ANY RESQUESTS OR IDEAS PLEASE SEND THEM IN! I LOVE TO HEAR NEW IDEAS FROM OTHER PEOPLE! I AM VERY SMOOTH BRAINED PLZ HELP!
#bnha#yandere bnha#parental yandere#platonic yandere#ao3 writer#ao3 author#writers on tumblr#writing#ao3 fanfic#fanfic#fanfic writing#fairystar111
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Can I ask for a part two on the yandere parents Soundwave and Megatron? Like if the reader regains their memory and tries to escape.
Part One
Warnings: Kidnapping, Yandere Parenting, Reader with Amnesia, Memory Stirring, Gaslighting, Chasing, Trapped Reader
Something nags in the back of your mind the longer you’re on the Nemesis. It starts off as a small itch, something mostly ignorable but popping up at the oddest of times. Your father tells you to ignore it the one and only time you mention it and you do your best. The issue is that it never goes away and eventually you give in. Something isn’t right about your dads and you want to know what.
Sure, you know that the giant metal beings aren’t your biological dads. That’s a no brainer. But they’ve raised you since you were a child and it’s all you’ve ever known. The other mechs on ship are kind and mostly polite (ignoring Starscream) but it still feels off. You get lost all the time, even though you should know this ship like the back of your hand. You feel odd when Soundwave records you, even though he’s been doing it for years. Megatron’s laughter sends a shiver of dread down your spine, even as you bury it deep down.
It comes to you in the middle of the night. You have to go to the bathroom and you don’t want to wake your fathers up, even if they would take you there. Wandering through the halls, you make your way there alright but getting back to the berthroom is difficult. You end up roaming, looking for a familiar door and not seeing it. You pass by the control room and freeze when you see a video playing. Blown up across all the monitors is a video of the Autobots. Not just the bots, the kids and yourself too, running from the Decepticons and retreating through a spacebridge.
Memories comes in waves and you stumble back, one hand on your head. It pounds in time with your heart and you know you have to leave, to get out as quickly as possible. There have to be spacebridge controls somewhere, you just need to find them. Tenacles slide along the hallways and you run, trying to remember where everything is. Loud, thundering pedsteps send you into a panic, scrambling into a closet. Megatron walks past, his canon hot and you hope you can make it out alive.
#transformers#transformers prime#maccadam#megatron x soundwave#yandere#tw yandere#parental yandere#tf soundwave#tfp soundwave#megatron#tf megatron
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A Lone Melody (Pt. 2)
Platonic parental Yandere Arlong & OC(Melody)
Main|First
Warnings: Possessive behavior and references to canonical racism and slavery.
Word Count: 1,388
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There were some adjustments to be made when considering a baby on board a ship. Arlong wasn’t stupid, he knew this would have to happen in some way or another. Simple things like setting up designated play areas to occupy Melody when all hands were needed on deck—much as she clearly hated being left alone. They also had to stock up on special food for her since she was too young to even really have solid food, even if it was smashed all to hell. A weird powder substance that keeps better than trying to maintain a milk supply given that, for all the many talents in the crew, spontaneously providing baby-safe milk was simply not something any of the men could do.
It was a bit of learning curve for everyone but having a bubbly baby happy to be talked at did wonders for morale.
Arlong was currently trying to get Melody to speak. Holding her up to his chest and pointing out things and people as they passed by.
“—And those are seagulls, the noisy shits. A pretty good indication that an island is nearby since birds don’t usually like to sleep on the sea. You know Jinbe, of course—” Arlong prattled on as Jinbe walked by, rolling his eyes.
“I’m pretty sure you need to wait until she at least has her teeth in before she’ll be talking, Arlong.” Jinbe sighed.
“It’s never too early to start learning, Jinbe!” Arlong hissed before turning back to Melody with a wide smile, “But you could always call him ‘asshole’! Shahahahahaha~!”
“Mmmmm-bah~bah~!” Melody crowed gleefully along with Arlong.
Jinbe drove his fist into Arlong’s head.
“Stop teaching her swear words!” Jinbe hissed, ignoring Arlong’s yelp. “Or the first word out of her mouth will make a sailor blush!” He warned.
Arlong grumbled, rubbing his head.
“Fine. I guess you have a point.” Arlong mumbled, watching Jinbe walk away in a huff. He leaned in close. “Call me ‘dada’ before you call him ‘papa’ or ‘uncle’ and I’ll give you ice cream for dinner.” Arlong whispered, Melody playing along and quietly babbling back to him.
“Abbppft!” She babbled wetly, sticking her hand in her mouth to gnaw on it.
Arlong frowned, considering how wise it would be before gently pulling her hand free. He pressed his finger against her gums and noted the firm notches as she seemed to take offense at his intrusion. Angrily babbling to the best of her ability.
“Looks like someone’s about to start teething. What are you going to grow in there, pup? Something fierce like me?” Arlong asked rhetorically. Melody smacked at his hand until he withdrew with a chuckle, her face scrunched up in irritation before she shoved her hand back in. “Prefer to do it yourself, huh? That’s a good attitude to have, pup.” Arlong praised.
“Hey, Arlong! Are you going to keep talking to yourself or are you going to help trim these sails?” One of the others called. Arlong huffed, looking around for someone to watch Melody for a minute. He didn’t have his sling on hand so he wouldn’t be able to just slip her in and go help out.
“I’ll hold her for a while, Arlong. Go help the others.” Fisher Tiger said, walking up behind Arlong. Arlong startled for a moment, more than a little surprised.
Fisher Tiger had been a bit… distant as far as Melody was concerned, leaving the care of the infant to the rest of them.
“Ah… alright. I’ll be right back, pup, so you behave now.” Arlong warned, handing her off before going to the rigging as requested. Eager as always to go back to holding Melody.
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Fisher Tiger looked down at the small baby with an ache deep in his chest.
The baby gazed up at him from between tufts of downy soft hair, eyes red as blood fixed on him innocently. Still half chewing her own hand, she reached with the other to pull herself up and look at him better.
Shame pooled in his gut as he lowered his head, brushing his thumb over her too-soft skin.
“I’m sorry, little one… my hatred is not your fault…” Fisher Tiger whispered softly into her hair.
He never felt as much of a charlatan as he did while looking at Melody. A large part of him holding such resentment for a mere fraction of her species. Her human features plain as day to his eyes despite his best efforts to see beyond race. She is wholly innocent of the crimes that have been committed against himself and their people.
But still he can’t help but see it. And he is not proud of that fact.
Fisher Tiger is quick to give Melody back to Arlong despite her attempt to reach back out to him.
A move he ignores, still seeing the shadows of faces that have no relation to the half-fishman child.
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After almost three months, there was a passing ship that decided to veer towards them, clearly looking for a fight. Some group of ramshackle pirates probably assuming a ship of lowly fishmen could never beat them.
Arlong grins, grabbing his weapon with Melody strapped to his chest. Hatchan looked at him nervously.
“What, Hachi?” Arlong hissed after a solid minute of the tension increasing.
“You’re not… really going into a fight with Melody, are you?” Hatchan asked nervously, Jinbe doing a double take in surprise. Arlong assumed that Jinbe was so used to seeing Melody in the sling that he didn’t even register it until that moment.
“What? Think I can’t take a few measly humans?” Arlong spat, making Hatchan flinch and shuffle back a few steps.
“It’s just not safe, is all!” He protested.
“She’s perfectly safe with me!” Arlong argued back, resting a hand over her small form when she started to whine.
“Arlong.”
Arlong’s head whipped over to Jinbe, his face hot with embarrassment at the tone Jinbe had taken up.
“What?” Jinbe looked at him like he was a pathetic worm, eyes trailing down slowly to his chest where Melody was secured.
“You’re scaring her.” Jinbe said slowly, like he was a fucking idiot. “She’s just a baby, Arlong. She may be safe with you, but she doesn’t know that. And she won’t understand that if there’s gunfire and blades crossing all around her.”
Arlong looked down and his heart sank.
Melody’s eyes were wide and lined with tears, lips wobbling as she aggressively bit on her fingers in worry. Soft face almost as red as her eyes.
“O-Ohhh, oh no, pup, no!” Arlong cooed softly, quickly heading down below deck to their rooms. Lifting Melody out of the sling and placing her on his cot, wiping her wet cheeks as he kneeled down. “Melody, don’t cry now… I’m sorry, pup. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted to wipe out those filthy humans so you can play on deck again—here, play with this while I take care of something up top.” Arlong quickly wadded up his blankets into a nest to keep her from rolling onto the floor and pulled out a string of pearls. The chain tying them together more than enough to withstand Melody’s inquisitive grasp. And the pearls would probably feel nice to teeth on.
Melody seemed unhappy with the trade off but soothed herself by placing a pearl just smaller than her tiny, baby fist into her mouth. The faint flash of white informing Arlong that she was indeed teething successfully. He gave her a gentle kiss on the top of her soft hair and dashed out of the room to join the fight he could already hear starting.
Arlong hoped she grew out proper fangs like his rather than some useless, flat teeth. Better to bite back with, after all, and with how cute she is, she’ll need every advantage to scare away worms. Not that he’d make her do that all on her own, but still, some level of independence was healthy for children. Kept them confident and happy.
Jinbe caught Arlong’s eye as he rejoined the crew in the fight.
Jinbe looked pleased with himself, much to Arlong’s annoyance. So what if he was right, once? Arlong still knew what was best for his little girl.
#one piece#one piece yandere#a lone melody#platonic yandere#parental yandere#hopefully I'm nailing the slow decent into yandere behavior rather than it being straight out of the gate#and establishing fun little side details like Arlong often doing things for the ego boost#despite genuinely caring for Melody#Whereas Hatchan and Jinbe both seek to ensure her safety and keep realistic ideas of child friendly behavior
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Tom and Shiv as Yandere Parents
A/N: The poison drips through... no special TWs this time.
Oh, Tomshiv baby, you've got a big storm coming.
You're going to be spoiled as a child, there's no doubt about that. For Shiv, that's just normalcy. She has money, of course she's going to spend it on you too. Tom's family was far (FAR) from poor, but he hardly grew up with the wealth that the Roys did—he'll greatly enjoy raising you with that. He likes nice things, and he'll make sure you know nothing but them.
In Roy family tradition, you're going to have a weird nickname. I'm inclined to think Tom comes up with it, something taken out of his little Roman history phase—Constantine, for one of the arguable last Roman emperors. It sticks, much to Shiv's annoyance.
They're always competing for your affection. Like, genuinely competing. After they put you to bed for the night, they'll update the score on the way to a gala.
"Well, I don't mean to toot my own horn, but Constantine did say they thought that little robot I gave them last week was the best toy in the world." "Huh. Well, they said I was the prettiest mommy in the universe, so that's worth at least five dolls."
It's a joke for them, but, well, it's not a joke.
Both of them are obviously pretty busy with their work, so when you are younger you have a variety of caregivers and nannies. I can easily imagine Tom firing and hiring new ones regularly just because he can't stand the thought of you forming a bond with them. (Shiv wouldn't even think of it, because how could her child get attached to some randos?).
On that note, Shiv will absolutely try to push a pro-Roy mindset on you. You're simply better than your peers, by power and money and blood. You shouldn't waste your time with them, unless it's useful; stay in your own circle. Stay with her. What about Daddy? Well, he's an exception, she says, and you can never remember if her voice was fond or strained when she said that.
Side note: Greg is your weird uncle. He's just kind of... there. If you're mean to him both of your parents love it.
It's not until you're older that you really begin to realize none of your friends have to play the game at home like you do—that spending time with one parent doesn't mean the other will be passive-aggressive to you for the rest of the week. That no one is not-so-gently nudging them towards internships at a certain company, that their life isn't carefully plotted out to keep them safe and to keep them caged. That the love is not conditional, there.
I think Tom's the parent you will like more when you're young and Shiv's the parent you like more when you're older.
Tom is easy with affection in a way that Shiv is not, he won't yell at you about things you don't understand then disappear for a week in shame he won't admit to feeling. But as his hair whitens, you see how he often he sees you as an object, as a symbol of his tie to the Roy family, or a physical manifestation of a legacy, one that you are quickly being pushed to shoulder by him.
And as you get older too, you can see how hard your mother did try to at least be better than her own mother, to be there for you even if she did often make mistakes. And she doesn't want this empty life for you either, you can tell. Whether it's because she wants a better life for you or because she can't stand to see you succeed where she failed—it doesn't really matter, does it?
By the time you're an adult, you can recognize the complexity of your relationship with both of them. There's really two options for you as you continue to get older: you can either continue to carry the dynasty you were born for or cut all ties.
If you choose not take on Waystar Royco, if you choose to leave, Tom will never forgive you. He'll go to right to the typical Roy patriarch line: he did all of this for you, how dare you throw it away? He'll probably try to cut you off, sure that you'll come crawling back. Shiv will never exactly outright say she is proud of you, but sometimes you think you can read it between the lines.
And if you stay, well, it continues. Sometimes it feels like you never grew up at all. It's like you're playing house in a giant office building. I do think Tom will step down and offer the position of CEO to you long before he passes (he has learned from that mistake) but he hangs around. You have dinner together at least once a week. Shiv still plays as your mother, offering her guiding hand.
It's nice, if you close your eyes and pretend there's any real emotion there, in place of the corporate walls and designer clothing.
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I really love your yan dad khnoshu ideas ..i wish you'd turn them into a story! also a crossover with the riordanverse sounds really brilliant!
Thank you so much! You know what just for you Anon I'll show what I wrote for the first yan dad Khonshu idea while my wifi was out about a week ago.
Yan Dad Khonshu WIP
“Shh, little moth, I’ve got you, Father's got you.” Steven’s eyes flew open in fear, knowing that voice should be long gone from his and Marc’s lives. He couldn’t even get a faint whimper out before the damned old pigeon was on him, checking him over.
“Shh, my son, you’re safe now. I took away from those vile fools, mistreating you just to make themselves feel better, you and Marc both. Even if I had to split you into separate bodies to keep you safe from each other while you adjust.”
“Adjust? What in the bloody hell do you mean adjust!? I want Marc, I want to go home!” Steven threw himself against his restraints, headbutting Khonshu in the process. Yet all the bastard did was sigh.
“Steven, Starshine, you won’t get to see Marc until you’ve both calmed down, now please stop thrashing you’re going to hurt yourself at this rate.” All Steven did was thrash harder, calling out his brother.
“Marc! Marc hhelmmlp!” Khonshu carefully threaded a gag into Steven’s mouth.
“Shh, Starshine, I already told you you’ll only get to see Marc once you both calm down. You’re only going to scream yourself hoarse if you keep this up. I’ve got Marc even more locked down than you so even if your brother could hear you he can’t reach you.” Khonshu pulled a weighted blanket over Steven, tucking it under his chin. “Now rest, my son, I’ll let you see Marc if you’ve calmed down after your nap.” Steven froze as Khonshu pressed his beak to his forehead in a mock kiss.
#moon knight#yandere khonshu#platonic yandere#parental yandere#parental khonshu#steven grant#answered asks
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Lil imagine I've had cooking in my brain (this will be very disconjointed sorry in advance)
But imagine being the kid of a darling. Your parent is hard working, has to be in order to support both themself and their child (Imagine Y/N/MC being pre teens/early teens) and yet has time for both you and a few friends they've kept into their mid age. Alongside that, you and them have a fantastic relationship. You fight and disagree, sure, but at the end of the day you're family. Whatever job they have, imagine a yanderes interest being peek by them either by their hard working nature or by their kind attitude or whatever else suits your fancy.
So, going along with the idea that this is in a society where the more illegal parts of being a yandere aren't outright supported but aren't criminalized, the yandere does what any yandere does and yoinks their darling.
Here comes the tricky, angst filled part that itches a lil goblin part of my brain.
This yandere is particularly possessive and hates the idea that anyone else even touched their darling, let alone have a kid. Even then, they rationaliz in their brain, you don't even LOOK like your parent (Whether or not that is true is up to you) so they'd be saving their darling from the heartache and grief from raising what is CERTAINLY (to them at least) going to be a horrendous person, irony aside.
So, it happens. And, life moves on. The yandere has your parent. And you're... Alone. Now, in this society, taking in a darlings kid isnt exactly frowned upon but it isnt seen as good manners to just leave them alone. So, once the authorities are notified that your parent is Kinda Gone you're put into a program that allows you to keep living in your apartment but are on a fixed income alongside undergoing heavy monitoring.
Alongside the intrusion of all these officals, and the essential isolation you face (The stigma towards a darling's child not also being taken is a lot heavier on the child than the yandere, in this society) leads to some heavy stress, alongside the fact that you lost your parent.
But, life goes on. You graduate high school. You (try) and go to college but one particularly vicious yandere who got a bit pissy you befriended his darling found your little... Predicament and bada bibg bada boom you can guess what happened.
So now, you managed to get a job, just working at the local library helping one of your parent's old friends who felt pity on you and decided to help, if only to help their guilty conscious. Things were going pretty decently, compared to the rest of your life, until one spunky teenager came bouncing into the library and practically forced you to help look for a book in one of the more deserted parts of the library.
Once you had grabbed the actual book (which turns out had been misplaced and was traditionally was supposed to be in the front of the library) and gave it to them, their smile gained a dangerous glint.
"Thank you, (MC/YN)!" The following chuckle made a shiver run down your spine, "I'm so glad to have a big sibling like you."
♡ Hope yall liked! I dont traditionally do YN/MC imagines but I hope yall likef this one! I love the idea of being in the perspective of the kid of a kidnapped darling and the crushing angst that can come with finding out you have a half sibling ♡
#carcass writes#Angst goblin held my brain#Yandere#yandere imagines#Yandere oc#Yandere writing#Yandere imagine#Parental yandere#Kinda?#More familial than anything#I left the ending vauge but i imagine this would segway into having the half sibling as a platonic yandere#Familial yandere#Angst
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yanderes with darlings who only dated them because they were too horny to say no
yandere: i love you so much. i would die for you even if you hated me. you’re the light of my life. the only thing in this world that seems bearable - no utterly beautiful. immaculate.
reader: cool. now let’s fuck.
#romantic! yandere is growing on me#i view them as this blond (lowkeydyed) beauty that actually had a healthy childhood#except they read too many idealized romance novels#and their parents had too perfect of a relationship#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere oc#yandere x you#yandere imagine#yandere fic#yandere oc x reader#yandere core#darling core#obsessive love
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Platonic!Yandere Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham w/ Child!Reader
You knocked on the door of the large house Hannibal had picked out for him and Will to live in. It was out of the way from the town, so it was odd to receive a knock. Luckily, it was Will that answered rather than Hannibal. The other kids in town said the men who lived in this house liked to kidnap badly behaving girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel. But this man didn’t seem scary. He seemed nice as he scolded their dogs for running out of the house.
“Hello, mister, I’m selling chocolate-covered pretzel sticks for my school and wanted to see if you would like to buy one?” You asked, trying to sound confident but sounding shaky instead. He didn’t seem to mind; he seemed happy you were there. “I happen to love chocolate-covered pretzels, but my husband thinks they are too simple to be a good treat. Let’s see what flavors you have.” He begins looking through the flavors you brought when his husband, Hannibal, silently walks up behind the other man. “Who is this?” He asks Will.
“Oh, this is… uh…” You stop him and introduce yourself and again explain why you are there. “This is quite a ways away from the town; surely you did not walk all the way here.” Hannibal questions. “No, sir, I rode my bike. I knew there were a few houses out this way, and I was determined to visit.”
Your determination pleases Hannibal but slightly concerns him. You’re an innocent child. You can’t be out riding your bike on these secluded roads. Will quits digging in the pretzel box, “I have to go get dog food anyway; I could bring you back to town. We will take the whole box of your pretzels since you came all this way out here.” Hannibal seems mildly annoyed by this. You remember that Will said Hannibal thinks they are too simple. Will leaves you alone with Hannibal to grab some cash. “Would you like to step inside? You’ll get sick out there.” Hannibal asks. You gratefully step in. “Your home is pretty.” You observe, earning a soft approving smile from Hannibal.
“Thank you, not many people your age appreciate style. Though you don’t seem like many people your age.” After he finishes talking, you try to stay quiet, and finally, Will returns, giving you the money for your entire box of pretzels. “Now I’m heading into town; would you like a ride?” Will offers. “Yes, please.” You tell him.
The ride back is quiet until he begins to talk. “Most kids avoid our house for their fundraisers. Do you know why?” You glance nervously, “I think it’s just too far.” It’s an obvious lie. “You don’t have to worry about being polite. I know there’s probably a crazy rumor about Hannibal and me.” You stay silent, but the silence is too loud to handle, “All the kids think you and Dr. Lecter like to kidnap and girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel.”
“Well, maybe that’s why I needed all those sweet pretzels, so Dr. Lecter and I could finish building our cottage made of candy.” He seems a little sad at the revelation of this rumor. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said anything.” He smiles and says, “Don’t worry about it. You could make it up to me by telling me how this rumor got started.”
“One of the boys that graduated high school last year told his little brother that he broke into your home on a dare and found human meat in the freezer, but he couldn’t go to the police because he was trespassing and he was high.” You finish explaining. Will smiles a bit, but it has a nervous edge this time, “Do you think we eat bad girls and boys?” You think about it, “no, because you had a bunch of times where you could have killed and eaten me.”
“Are you a bad kid?” Will asks teasingly. “I don’t know. I get in trouble sometimes. My house is in town away, in a trailer park.” Will knew which trailer park. It was “the bad part of town” he knew because he saw the crime statistics for that area and the number of times the cops are called out there. He had seen them the few times he and Hannibal helped with the local law. Hannibal had gotten close with the town’s political figures, and Will had basically been made into an honorary detective with the law enforcement. This town was corrupt to its core, but it was away from the prying eyes of the FBI, and it’s the only place Hannibal and Will could agree on geographically. Will’s only stipulation was that there were good places to fish.
Eventually, you make it to the trailer. Will waits until you make it inside. He cannot help but think about Abigail. He could have had a potential family with Hannibal if things had gone correctly. He was happy with Hannibal and the dogs, but something about you made him want more.
Weeks pass, and he does not bring the topic up to Hannibal. Little did he know Hannibal had been keeping an extra close eye on you. He did it under the guise of getting more pretzels for Will and then special ordering one of the unique flavors that you did not have so he could come back around to "check on the order." Will finds this all out when you see him in the store and give him the order Hannibal had placed.
"That kid from the other day gave me the order you placed," Will says placing the box on the table. "I thought you hated junk food."
"I do; they were a surprise for you. You seem to have taken a liking to the child." Hannibal observes. "They're a good kid. They kind of remind me of Abigail." The room becomes silent for a second too long. Hannibal hates it when Will brings up Abigail. "You seem to like the kid too. You went out of your way to find them to order the pretzels when there were plenty of easier options to order from." Hannibal knows he has been caught.
"They're a well-behaved child, very polite. Like Abigail." Hannibal says somewhat pointedly. "Have you thought about us expanding our family? Not with another dog, but with a human?" Hannibal asks before Will has time to respond to the first statement.
"I hadn't, and then that kid came knocking at the door, and since then, it is all I can think about. But I don't want any kid. Our kid from the trailer park seems to be the best fit; it has to be them." Will explains, hoping that Hannibal will understand.
"Then so be it; they will be our child for us to protect," Hannibal says as if this is a normal conversation.
As the two men begin to work on a plan to add you to their family, their fatherly love for you grows more into fatherly obsession. You're their kid; no one gets to hurt you. Once you're safe and comfortable in their home, no one but them will get to be around you until they know you love them just as much. Hannibal wastes no time putting your room together with all of your favorite things. They were going to make your room the same way it is in the trailer until Hannibal saw the state of your room and became disgusted by the idea of that kind of room being in his expensive house.
Will tries to make a plan to make your transition to their house easier. He finds all kinds of games and activities you are sure to love, even the ones that Hannibal is convinced are bad for your growing brain.
#yandere platonic#platonic yandere#platonic#yandere family#yandere will graham#yandere hannibal lecter#hannibal x will#platonic will graham#platonic hannibal lecter#child!reader#gender neutral reader#fem!reader#male!reader#yandere will graham and hannibal lecter#father and child#yandere dad#yandere parents#soft yandere
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Yan!Parents Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (Platonic)
❝ 🐉 — lady l: Are these headcanons good? I don't know, but I hope you like it!! Forgive me for any mistakes ;) 🩵🤍
❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, overprotection, mention of death and murder, unhealthy platonic relationships and messy writing.
❝🐉pairing: platonic yandere!daemyra x gender neutral!reader.
Rhaenyra and Daemon were looking forward to the arrival of their first child. Daemon already had two daughters and Rhaenyra her three precious boys, but they were very eager for the first fruit of their marriage to be born.
The day Rhaenyra gave birth to you was one of the happiest memories of her life. The pain of childbirth was excruciating, but when she could hold you in her arms, it was all worth it.
Daemon actually sobbed when he held you for the first time. You were so small, so innocent and so perfect. He swore to himself that he would do anything to be good to you. You would be loved and adored forever.
They are both extremely overprotective and possessive over you. You are their child, you belong to them, so you should not associate with anyone they do not approve of.
Any friends you may have will be investigated by Daemon and if he finds anything that displeases him, that friend will disappear from your life. He is not objective, if that person's great-grandfather was an bastard, for example, that means they will never be good to you. And you deserve only the best.
Rhaenyra not only agrees with this, but encourages her uncle-husband's actions. You are her baby, the most precious person in her life and she only wants the best for you. She will give you the best, she knows what is good for you. After all, mom always knows best, right?
Your older siblings would also have developed their own obsession with you, encouraged by their parents. It didn't take long for the Velaryon brothers and Daemon's daughters to become completely attached to you.
You were not only your parents' obsession, but also your siblings, meaning you can bet no harm would be done to you. You were spoiled and protected, the apple of everyone's eye in Dragonstone.
Whatever you want, you will have. Rhaenyra and Daemon are completely soft when it comes to disciplining you, just one puppy look and they will forget everything. You are their child, you could do no wrong in their eyes.
Everyone is instructed to spoil and protect you, the servants, the guards and your brothers will do so willingly too.
Daemon is very possessive, he feels entitled to you because you are his child. He will kill anyone who looks, says, or even breathes wrong at you. There's no way he's going to let anything happen to you.
Rhaenyra is more controlled, but she is still a dragon and you should never mess with a dragon's offspring. She loses all her senses, her reason when something happens to you. Even if it's a paper cut, she will go into a frenzy of rage.
Any love interests or suitors will also be dealt with quickly. They won't allow you to get married, no one will ever be good enough for you.
If something were to happen to you, gods be good, for the true fury of the Targaryens would be revealed. They will burn, kill and destroy everything in their path for you. All that matters is you, the war will be forgotten by you.
And when it was just ashes and the smell of blood and death was in the air, they would be satisfied. Daemon and Rhaenyra will go to extremes for you. You are their baby and no one, absolutely no one, can change that.
Daemon and Rhaenyra will not lose anyone else, not their child. And when the war for the Iron Throne begins, you would be locked in and protected the entire time. Your parents love you and would do anything, but they don't know boundaries or privacy. It doesn't matter, after all, they are your parents.
#hotd#yandere hotd#yandere house of the dragon#asoiaf#house of the dragon#a song of ice and fire#yandere asoiaf#asoiaf x reader#yandere rhaenyra targaryen#yan!mom Rhaenyra targaryen#yandere daemon targaryen#yan!dad daemon targaryen#headcanons#yandere headcanons#x reader#yandere platonic#platonic yandere#yandere daemyra#yan!parents daemyra
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yandere mark nsfw alphabet😳😳 loved the idea
cw; DARK CONTENT! MDNI!!! rape, breeding/baby trapping, dacryphilia, asphyxiation, abusive 'relationships', edging, predator/prey dynamics, nipple play, kidnapping, food tampering, mentions of suicidal ideation, threats of violence, implied death, manipulation, victim blaming, branding, mentions of incapacitation.
about; nsfw alphabet ft. cray cray mark x gn! reader xx
a/n; a couple of u asked for this so here it is :D not edited & straight off the dome so excuse any grammatical errors. will edit if necessary xx
A= Aftercare
'aftercare' with yandere mark is patronizing and condescending. a lot of shushing, wiping your tears, and asking why you're so upset. you asked for this with all your fucking cock teasing. it couldn't have been that bad, i mean, he did make you cum! why can't you just let good things happen to you? ;(
B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)
mark loves your eyes <3 it's the first thing he's noticed from you. how they seemed to gleam and widen while you gave him your undivided attention. he can't count the amounts of times he had to excuse himself and jack off in the bathroom: imagining how your eyes would water with his cock stuck down your throat. or the way your eyebrows would furrow while he jack hammered into you.
C= Cum
yan mark definitely likes marking you with his cum. he likes to see it dripping off your face, along your belly, your thighs, but most importantly, he loves it when he watches it drip out of you. whether you can get pregnant or not - and good luck if you can - there's just something primal about cumming inside of you. marking you in and out.
D= Dirty secret
he's a masochist just as much as he's a sadist. his little obsession with you caused him to get a tattoo of your name <3 right at his adonis belt 🥺 so everytime he's in too deep,, your hands desperately try to hold his hips back,, and your blunt nails dig into the curved lines of your name. it never fails to make his eyes roll into the back of his head 🫶🏽🤭
E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)
canon typical mark is (was) a blushy lil virgin but yan!mark has a tad bit more experience. he's attractive, he's funny, he knows how to play into the slightly awkward charm that got you to lower your defenses. so it's safe to say it isn't hard to find random hookups every now and then.
it's not all about his experience. he just knows what you like.
you may not know it, but he's. . done his research. and by that i mean, he's logged into your computer or your phone and looked through your browser history. he knows what kind of porn you like. and some of those things are borderline freaky. here you are, acting all innocent, like you wouldn't hurt a fly. or high and mighty like no one would ever dare snuff out your flame.
who would've known you were such a desperate slut?
but that's okay! because he's willing to do anything to satisfy you. . or humiliate you by making you cum. he feels it takes you down a peg, when he pins you down and makes you cum even though you don't want to. even though your mind is racing a mile a minute, trying to hold your climax back while he plays with your clit/cock.
unbeknownst to you, he's watched you masturbate. knows the right amount of pressure & speed that gets your toes curling. he knows you so well & he can't wait to learn more about you 💕
F= Favorite position
mark loves watching you squirm beneath him. most importantly, he loves taking you down. he might even make you think you can get away. the chase, the constant cat and mouse you'd subject him to used to be torture. your teasing, the occasional sliver of skin as you stretched, the way you'd lay your head on his lap as the two of you watched television, the way you'd grin when he blushed. . and the wrestling. god, the play wrestling.
he used to let you win. but now. . now this is real. there's real consequences. so he makes you think you can kick him off while you flail. maybe even lets you get up and run. your elbows are all scuffed during the struggle and he's given you a busted lip, but he lets you think you've won.
god knows he'll catch up eventually.
the games he'd play made you cocky. you thought you were stronger than him instead of considering that it was just him playing nice. so he loves to watch the look of defeat, of deception, anger, and disappointment towards yourself when it's revealed he could've had his way with you all along.
he loves to be on top.
but sometimes,
sometimes,
he likes it when you're on top. some things never change. and lets just say he didn't always let you win play wrestling just because he was trying to be a gentleman. but because he liked the way your weight felt on top of him as you grinned triumphantly, pinning his wrists down.
now, of course, things have changed. he can't let you have all the control. pity. but he forces you to ride him: his hand wrapped around your throat. he could really hurt you if he so much as wanted to. . something he hisses into your ear whenever your pace so much as falters. he makes you work for it. and it takes longer to make him cum when you ride him. fear makes you clumsy, makes your legs shake more, and you're sore and achy and tired, which makes it all the more fun.
so i think his fave is when he forces you to be on top :)
G= Goofy (how serious are they)
yan!mark teases you a lot. comments on how many times he's made you cum, pinches your nipples just to hear you squeal. he's only ever quiet and serious when he's in a bad mood.
H= Hair
mark's trimmed but not necessarily shaved.
you, on the other hand, have to be shaved. not because he finds it unattractive (if anything, it makes him feral. makes him feel like you're something meant to be conquered, something to be domesticated. controlled.)
hence his decision to have you shaved at all times. it's about control.
he forces you into the bath tub and watches as you shave, making sure you're all pretty for him. no, you don't get a say in the matter. you're his little doll. he'll do whatever he wants to you.
I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)
mark is rough. depending on the situation, he may start off slower, softer, easing into you while his words are pure venom. he's grinding into you, making you hiccup, because this type of 'love making' should be reserved for couples. not whatever the two of you have got going on. but of course, he speeds up. roughing you up the more into it he gets.
he's rough regardless of who the object of his affection is, but he's definitely rougher if you're on the masculine side. yan!mark doesn't like to be challenged. he doesn't like talk back. he doesn't like you running around thinking you're big and bad. so he has to knock you down a peg. force you to understand he's stronger than you.
he chokes you out, squeezing your throat until your vision spots. he likes to watch your face change colors. and when your mouth opens, desperately trying to suck in air, he spits onto your tongue 💗
likes it when you - confident, and tough, walking like nothing can ever hurt you - beg him to let you go. beg him not to kill you.
because, sometimes, you fear he just might.
J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
he does! but when he gets you, there's really no need for that <3
when he hadn't kidnapped you, he'd masturbate all the time. it was the only way to relieve himself. like i rambled about before, he'd steal your underwear and cum into them, use them as tissues to wipe his abdomen clean.
secretly takes pictures of you - upskirts if you wear 'em,, or just candids. cums to your most mundane selfies.
if the two of you were close before he kidnapped you, debbie would send you all types of homemade treats. sweet or savory, whatever it was; you loved debbie's cooking. what you didn't know was that mark would add a little bit of his own . . twist to them. when you'd steal bites of his food, you always wondered why his tasted differently to yours.
and the way he'd stare at you as you ate, jesus.
you thought he just liked the way you'd wolf down whatever his mom cooked. turns out he just liked watching you eat his cum.
K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)
BREEDING!!! whether you can get pregnant or not, he loves the idea of claiming you for a lifetime. of changing your life and forcing you to carry his child. watching you grow round and hormonal. he knows he'd have to keep you on a tight leash; lest you do something you'll regret in order to escape your fate. but it'll be worth it. because after nine months, you'll have another life to look after. you'll be on edge all the time, protecting a fragile, little life, because you can't trust mark to do it.
after all, if you're really bad, he can always get rid of it. start all over again. and you wouldn't want that, would you~?
dacryphilia.
there's nothing like watching you cry. when you'd confide in him about your troubles, when you'd cry on his shoulder, seek solace in his company for whatever reason, and cry. . it'd be really hard to hide his erection. the first time you let yourself cry in front of him was a day he'd never forget. he couldn't stop thinking about it since. wonders if you tear up when someone fucks you. (you do. you will)
L= Location (where they like to get it on)
mark doesn't care where he takes you as long as he's got you. it can be in public or not, just as long as he takes you to the secondary location he'll keep you prisoner in. if it's in the au where nolan & him team up, there will be a compound with all the rebels. you'd be at the top floor in a comfy little penthouse. a gilded cage overlooking the remains of your burned city.
i think he'll first want to fuck you in a place where there'll be no interruptions. if it isn't in the au where him & nolan conquer earth, he knows how to play his role. doesn't want to risk being found raping you. he'll most likely fuck you in a place you hold dear to your heart. your bedroom, could be an example.
because wherever that safe space may be, you won't be able to stand being there without thinking about him.
M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)
he likes it when you act so sure of yourself. when someone's a bit cocky and bossy. it's nice to break you.
it is a whole lot easier when someone's shyer, though. wallflowers always blend into the background.
no one misses them when they go missing.
N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)
there's almost nothing mark won't do to you, sorry ;( even if he doesn't like it. . even if you both don't like it. . he'll always find a way to humiliate you if you've been bad. so it's advised you be on your best behavior if you really don't want him to do some fucked up shit to you. & believe him: it hurts him more than it hurts you!!
all he's ever wanted was to own you.
you were meant for him.
so why fight?
you both know you're not getting out of this alive
O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
mark doesn't always give head unless it's to put you in your place. just to show you that he can make you cum and theres nothing you can do about it.
but he makes you choke on him all the time. he's impatient, forcing your head down and hiking his hips up to meet your face. if you've pissed him off, he'll pinch your nose and hold you down. loves to feel your nails dig into the bulk of his thigh. sometimes, you'll make him bleed. he doesn't care.
P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)
mark doesn’t last very long BUT he’s got a very short refractory period and can go for countless rounds. by the time you cum once, he’s already cum like three times and he’s ready for more. by then, he’s already fucked dumb. so your next orgasms will be forced out of you, roughed up and overstimulated as his cum leaks out of you, his cum acting as lube and making the slide intoxicatingly easy.
Q= Quickie
basically non-existent. he loves giving you his undivided attention. and he never stops after one round ;(
R= Risk (do they like to try new things)
he loves trying new things with you. he's spent so much time fantasizing about you that he doesn't even know where to start the first time he gets his hands on you. he'll most likely force fuck you more than once in a day the first time he gets the chance to.
S= Stamina
(see pace <3)
T= Toys
loves using toys on you. if you’ve used them before him, he’ll force you to use them in front of him. it doesn’t take long before he takes control: grabbing them and fucking you with them. edging you. if you cum, then it’s only fair he cums, too, right? and you don’t really like that much ;( so best hold it in <3
U= Unfair (how do they tease? edge?)
mark loves to tease and edge you.
you say you hate him. you can't stand him touching you.
you bite and you snarl, kick and punch, yet when he has you pinned, edging you for hours on end. . you end up breaking. begging him to make you cum. of course, he coaches you through it. tells you he'll leave you alone once you cum, he promises. yet he drags it out for so long. hearing you ask to cum instead of asking him to stop is music to his ears.
except, mark is a liar. you shouldn't trust him.
he just ends up overstimulating you after you cum😒
V= Volume
lots of whispering and hissing, talks very quietly and carefully. you'd think he'd be loud. . but he's not. and despite the fact that he may say vile, disgusting things to you, he whispers them to you so nicely. . if he were saying anything else it'd be sweet. he's so patronizing ;( whimpers in your ear when he's close.
W= Wild card
really into pain.
since he's got his powers, it's not very often that he feels pain. sure, there are some fights with villains - while he's out playing the perfect hero in the mean time - that give him a few flashes of pain. but that's once a blue moon.
nothing compares to you.
you fight him like you're afraid he might kill you. and he might. but it's never his intention ;( he knows what kills and what doesn't (trust him) &, believe it or not, he doesn't want to lose you. but you fight him with such intensity he has to manhandle you more than he'd like.
your hits are surprisingly hard. you claw at him and punch and kick, and he's thought about breaking your legs more times than he can count - he still might if you catch him on a bad day - but then that'd leave you completely immobilized and that's really no fun. because he likes it when you make him bleed. he likes it when your hands slap against his face and when your nails try to claw his eyes out. he wears the bruises and the cuts you give him like badges of honor and he loves to bite his busted lip when he's close to cumming.
he loves it when you hurt him. and he loves it when he ends up winning, anyway.
X= X-ray (size)
5-6in & THICK. really pretty w/ plump balls. he cums SO much.
Y= Yearning (sex drive level)
he's got a HIGH sex drive.
you've teased him for so long he doesn't think he'll ever get enough of you. and there's nothing you can do to stop him. if the two of you weren't close - if the two of you weren't friends, etc. - there's nothing you can do to lay low. you'll catch his attention sooner or later and he'll weasel his way into your life before you even realize it. his intentions would appear pure at first. he'd be so caring, wondering if you're doing okay, and protective; who were you talking to? i don't think they're good for you~
and you listened. because it's mark you're talking about. but if you truly knew him, you'd realize his accusations were actually projections.
Z= Zzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)
falls asleep fairly quickly after he's wrung himself dry. but that's only IF he's already taken you hostage. if he so happens to assault you while the two of you aren't where he'd like to keep you, he takes you there, first. coupled with his strange idea of aftercare, he is fairly affectionate. or as affectionate as you'd expect him to be, anyway. always with a hint of menace: he'd hold you tight against him, an arm around your waist and the other wrapped around your throat. making sure you don't so much as think about straying away from him 💗💗
#mark grayson#invincible#invincible x reader#mark grayson x reader#yandere mark grayson x reader#mark grayson brain rot#can't stop imagining mark being an absolute creep#“when will my husband come back from war”#but it's just some psycho#do you think yan! mark listens to deftones#korea & lovers are his songs#mascara is if he's still pretending to be normal#& baby traps u or something#so now u have to get marrieeeddd eee#when he follows in his dad's footsteps#making u a stay at home parent while he saves the world#but ur being held hostage#listen to it now i am in ur walls
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Ur peter and mj hcs r so good! I can just imagine the darling sort of forgetting that this isn't normal after a while. They just care so much, they're just trying to protect me, thats why they lock me up when its dangerous outside, or drug my food when I'm too rowdy. Just soft stockholm syndrome. Do you think there would ever be a catalyst for them becoming more obsessive/protective/darker yanderes? Maybe mayday gets hurt, or something happens to someone close to them, and it makes them both a bit more jaded and a lot more afraid of the world when it comes to you.
》I'm going to keep it 100, I am living for the asks I've been getting. Also I read this wrong so I'll do something else after this.
Now there aren't a lot of ways this would happen. Again, they are very mellow people and they're pretty confident you can walk outside and that they can protect you. That doesn't mean it can't happen.
If you get hurt during crisis
This doesn't last forever.
In New York things happen that can't be handled by normal people, hence Spiderman. Peter will save you but in the event he doesn't find you fast enough or you get hurt it adds up after a while. If you get too many points they get paranoid.
You say it's stupid and you're always okay after but it's not up for negotiation. If they have to lock you inside so be it. Like everything it escalates.
At first it's just like you're grounded, the honor system. If you don't, say you're an adult and you can be trusted to go across the street, they will start to lock the door. The end game is locking you into your room forcefully or not. It will last longer if you keep trying to go outside.
Racism
Now, I don't know if you noticed but I write very color coded. I wonder why. You can take anything you want from my writing it really doesn't change much. But being anything other than white passing will be met with, at the very least, strange looks. Racism comes in all different shapes and flavors.
They aren't going to take it out on you, you didn’t do anything, you're perfect the way you are. No, they're going to get aggressive with other people.
There are people who don't care or they fawn over you being adopted. People love a white savior. They are not amused. However, there will be people who look disgusted. Those people get a very contemptuous interaction that may result in Peter squeezing their hand too hard on accident or MJ will comment she hopes the rest of their day is as good as they are. What they hate most is the wary looks, like you being there isn't something they know is allowed or not.
A day they almost kill someone is the day you took Mayday to the park. It was all fine until you went to pick her up and some dude started yelling at you to put her down. The cops called them to get you at the station and they were beyond livid. You're sitting in cuffs and Mayday is across the room trying very hard to get away without crawling on the wall. They crack the walls with their screaming and Peter actually breaks the counter, "My kid better never be in here again." Peter makes a note of the officer who arrested you and is not so nice to them while he's swinging.
You're stressed
Once you're adopted they let up on keeping you home, you're going to come back anyway. You go to college and have hobbies. That's all fine. But there are time you get overwhelmed and refuse to take their help. To be honest you should have known what was going to happen next. They are going to knock you out and keep you for a few days to dote on whether you like it or not.
Obsession
This is going to happen regardless. It's not something you trigger as much as it's just life. Still Yanderes and never forget it. There are times it feels like they want to eat you or smother you dead. Some hugs are way too tight, Peter's less so because he doesn't want you to ever be afraid of him. Sometimes their nosiness pushes boundaries you have to reinstate. They'll squish you on the couch or pull you in their lap entirely. Tell them you're an adult and they'll say they don't care.
All in all they don't move past mellow. Because if that happened lives would be lost. They can be inconvenient but it became so normal it's dealt with as normal.
#atsv#marvel#yandere#peter b. parker#mary jane parker#mayday parker#platonic yandere#parental yandere#ask and you shall receive#soft yandere
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Twisted Endeavor AU WIP:
Enji trying use of age regression to heal both Shouto's past trauma but also make him weak and under his control though this time in a softer way. He wants to take him away from hero work for good and keep him at home as his little baby, caring for him in a way he missed out on the first time around.
They were given a mandatory semester off to take in the aftereffects of the war. During this time his father had been very accommodating, a little too accommodating if you asked Shouto. Anytime he wanted or needed anything his father was right there one step ahead. Whether it be feeding Shouto, helping him walk to the bathroom, carefully bathing him when he was too weak to do it himself, helping him with his physical therapy or simply fluffing his pillows. He had allowed it, thinking maybe he was overcompensating for the past, Shouto did say he would give him a chance so he sat back and allowed himself to be pampered. Big mistake.
“Stop this! Stop pretending that I’m a child! Stop trying to coddle me!“
“You can’t take away the life I've built just because you want a do over. No, I refuse to accept this. I don’t care if I have to fight you, I'm leaving!”
His dad doesn't punish him, at least not with large pummeling fists or harsh screaming. No he just gives him a little white pill and covers his mouth until he swallows, he does, he doesn't fight it anymore. He used to but the man would just crush the medication into fine powder slipping it in his food and drinks throughout the day anyway. The pill weakens his muscles and fuzzies his mind, the man rocks him back and forth pacing the room whispering sweet words of affection until he deems him calm again. He is not calm but he's too tired to fight. At least Daddy’s not angry with us, his fuzzy mind supplies.
Soon his mind was starting to turn fuzzy on its own, no medication required. It scared Shouto. Sometimes he could feel himself slipping away. He would catch himself being sucked into the childish cartoons on the television or found himself smiling while playing with the soft foam blocks his father bought for him. He hates it but sometimes when his father leaves, whether to use the bathroom or make dinner, he finds himself tearing up wishing for daddy to come back, missing the man despite him being just down the hall.
#ao3 writer#ao3 author#ao3 fanfic#mha fanfiction#bnha#parental yandere#platonic yandere#yandere#shouto todoroki#endeavor#enji todoroki#fanfiction#fanfic writing#mha#yandere enji todoroki
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Now before I begin, riddle me this; what’s worse than one Yandere parent?…two Yandere parents!
The newest member of TFP Team Prime is a girl Jack’s age who suffers from trauma and amnesia involving her mothers death and lives with a close relative in Jasper. Ever since the cons found out about her, Megatron as well as Soundwave have been in the field more often, seemingly searching for something and are pissed at the Autobots, practically OP.
Something happens and she is taken and held on the Nemesis, where Megatron and Soundwave seem to revel in her being there, holding her and nuzzling her, and are confused by her fear and anger. They reveal that they are her fathers. Yes, fathers as in plural. Turns out a sparkling can have more than one father, even if they have a human mother. And in turn, they discover her amnesia. Things are not looking good.
Warnings: Kidnapping, Yandere Parenting, Reader with Amnesia, Memory Stirring
You have no idea what’s going on, not really. The fight had been fast and sudden, the Decepticons coming out of nowhere. Their sudden increase in picking fights should have been a tip off that it wouldn’t be safe. The Autobots had been taken by surprise, mostly because it was a normal patrol. No energon hunting, no trying to stop an attack, just a normal patrol and half break. The beach day was fun but quickly turned into a fight for survival.
Soundwave made a beeline towards you, not that you realized until it was too late. Smokescreen does his best to keep the communications officer at bay but it doesn’t work for long. He’s thrown into the ocean as a tenacle slides up your body and squeezes. You don’t have enough time to scream before you’re pulling into a space bridge. You hope that Smokescreen is alright, even as your head spins.
Megatron demands to see you the moment you’re aboard the Nemesis and you have no idea what he could want. You’ve never interacted directly with the warlord but you know enough to keep quiet. Nothing really prepares you for him lifting you into the air and nuzzling you against his face. Soundwave moves closer than before, fingers cradling you from the other side.
Most of the conversation around parenting goes over your head. You’re still in shock, reeling from the gentle handling and coos of praise. It reminds you of something, something that you feel you should remember but don’t. Megatron and Soundwave are happy to take any advantage you give them, whisking you away to your new room. You’ll never want for anything as long as they’re here to protect you.
#transformers#transformers prime#macaddam#maccadams#megatron x soundwave#yandere#tw yandere#parental yandere#tf megatron#tf soundwave#reader insert
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Pletonic yandere king and queen of hearts?
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Platonic Yandere Queen and King of Hearts
“Have some more tea.”
“Uh thank you, your majesty.”
You gave a thankful nod to the servant, biting back the urge to repeat the sentiment. Shifting your attention to the cup of tea, you held your cup to your lips with practiced care. With a tentative glance directed at her, the Queen gave you a nod to which you continued to sip.
“You’ve only had a few crumpets, love. Here have some more.”
The King unceremoniously poured the plate of biscuits onto your tiny platter, smiling as he poured the entirety of the honey bail onto it. You gave him a nod before indulging, careful not to smudge your makeup.
Things had been truly bizarre since you had fallen into the rabbit hole behind your dear friend. Able to traverse the land together it seemed that for as mad as this world seemed there were set rules. Specifically, one that made your dearest friend be called Alice. It was grating to hear others call your friend a name that was not their own; even worse you were hardly acknowledged. Many would straight-up ignore you or tilt their heads at you and ask your name. It was oddly alienating for this world to encourage your friend to commit to this role claiming a prophecy be fulfilled. And then simply sighing when it came to you, being just as clueless as you.
In a way it gave you the freedom to do as you pleased able to travel all around Wonderland, getting to know those who were capable of acknowledging your existence. Some of which had been those in the Heart’s kingdom.
“Now that is settled with we can begin talks of this Alice-character. I believe it’d be best if we capture her and behead her as soon as we have them! ”
She waved her own tea cup around, haphazardly spilling her tea all about her. Making you wonder why she spent energy lecturing you at all. Her husband sighed, hands on his round rosy cheeks watching you eat the honey-covered crumpet.
“Mmmm, that’s nice dear.”
You dabbed at your mouth, running your tongue over your teeth in hopes of clearing any remains of the sticky treat. Wouldn’t want to have any distractions while you fought your point.
“Perhaps there can be another way…a more peaceful option?”
Focusing on your cup of tea, you looked into the reflection of the organ-shaped teapot. Watching as the queen’s face seemed to scrunch before she turned to you. With her crimson-painted nails, she held your face, turning your head to the left then to the right.
“Of course not dear, violence is the only option. Now, King, they’re looking a bit gaunt, yes?”
“Of course dear.”
Once again you’re plea was ignored by the two of them who were now conversing intensely about how much more you needed to be eating. After all a proper royal heir was plump and well fed, they couldn’t have others of the court thinking you weren’t being fed properly. Huffing through your nose you dismissed yourself hardly waiting for the Queen’s release before making your way out of the hearts maze. Being sure you were far enough for your angry mumbles and stomping was out of their earshot. So caught up in your huffy exit you nearly ran over the rabbit frantically calling your name.
“Oh! W.B. I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“I-it it is just fine, your majesty.”
“Your majesty, W.B. are you…have you been drinking hatter’s tea.”
“What?! No-well th-this might have s-something to do with just that.”
He shuffled through his pockets, ears twitching along with his nose. The poor creature was really worked up. With a shaky hand(?) (or foot?) he gave you a scroll, an unstamped document that rolled over your feet when you opened it. You read through the first lines of cursive before double-taking running your thumb over the dried ink.
“I, the Queen and King of Hearts, hereby declare that whosoever be appointed as the royal heir by their decree must adhere to the following rules and regulations—oh my gosh! I think I’m going to be sick.”
You haphazardly dropped the scroll to the ground, running past the rabbit who fumbled with the policy. The ‘rules and regulations’ that were spoken of told of horrible and gruesome punishments for those that so much as thought of slighting you. Being called ‘majesty’ or ‘young highness’ was one of them. Punishment for the accused was the equivalent of a scorched or ‘beheaded’ tongue, it was appalling to imagine.
Torn by rage and helplessness you ran–out of the maze past the unpainted roses and idle card soldiers. You couldn’t stand to be here any further from your dearest friend, your dearest Alice while your company plotted to kill them.
You were done.
Done with the absurdity of this world.
It was time to put a stop to it all.
As you should’ve from the beginning.
Before they were wooed by Wonderland’s love for Alice.
Before they threatened their safety.
Before the others threatened you.
It was time to go.
Running with abandon you tore through the vegetation, uncaring of the way it stuck to your heart and card-patterned garments. Tearing at the seams of posh confinement you discarded different articles as the tearing branches demanded. Forging on you spied the bushel you had left your dearest compatriot to hide inside. Worry bubbled in your tummy as you noted the crumbs of a soft pastry caking your hands as you kneeled to the ground; forcing your eyes to roam through the blades of grass.
“There you are!”
You scooped them up, supporting their small form as you sat on your heels.
“Where on Earth did you find another shrinking cake!?”
They shrugged their shoulders and nervously dragged their foot along your palm as they continued to pout. You had to listen carefully but you could hear them. Fully used to their illogical desire for any available food—starved or full it must be eaten–you scolded them lightly.
“Look, we don’t have time to fight about this…we have to leave the Queen is determined to have your head. I have a sneaking suspicion she’d not going to care whether your head’s the size of a sugar cube.”
You patted yourself down, searching for the perfect place to tuck your miniature companion away. Finding the only space was the loose fabric around a makeshift pocket near your chest. With a little protest, your tiny friend climbed in, prepared for the jostling journey ahead.
“Hey it’ll be okay, by this time tomorrow we’ll finally be away from this horrid place.”
“You’re right this is a horrid place, so far from the castle grounds! Guards! I want this patch of weed burned to the ground!”
You slowly rose to your feet hiding your friend with crossed arms. Dressed in battle wear: a spiny red armor the queen over a tightly fitted dress; the crimson wisps of her makeup were harsher and more violent than before, coupled with the dark eyeliner of a smoky eye. She sat on the back of some tortured creature that seemed to sport a glare at you of its own. skin–a pulsing pink, littered with pus-filled wounds, and stray wisps of hair and feather.
“Your high–”
“Hush!”
Her red claws nails touched and you sealed your lips. She sent a glare to the ground below her beast only shifting her seat before sending her narrowed gaze.
“Only an hour in the jungle and you’ve adapted their savage ways? Where are your manners, (Y/n)?!”
“Uhm your maje-”
“HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN?!”
You could only helplessly flutter your lips at her screaming. Nearly shaking as you fought tears you held your ground.
“I-I don’t understand what it is you want.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “So you have forgotten. You are still a child; misguided and ill-remembering.”
“What?! Wait hold on–”
“Now listen well child, you are to call me your mother and your father–your father. Do you understand?”
“But you’re not my–”
“GUARDS! Take the child back to the palace, the war that is to come is one I’d prefer you watch with lunch on the side.”
“Wh-agh!”
Four card guards took your limbs and held you high. Ignoring your wriggling and protests, you nearly forgot about your hidden companion. No doubt clinging to the fabric of your clothes in the midst of your sudden struggle. You stilled only bobbing at the marching pace of the soldiers looking at the twisted perspective of the Queen ordering her troupes to move. She turned to you barely looking over her shoulder as her pointed teeth showed from behind her crimson lips.
“I’ll return when I’ve rid you of the parasite Alice! In the meantime brush up on the rules you silly child. No longer will you deny your right as my young heir. Ta-ta!”
With a wave of her hand and the crack of a whip, she moved with the procession.
Out to behead your dearest Alice and all of those who stood in her way.
Who was safely tucked within the fabric of your dressings.
#yandere platonic#yandere x reader#yandere x you#lovelyyandereaddictionpoint#yanderexrea#yandere#yanderes#yandere platonic Queen of Hearts#yandere platonic King of Hearts#yandere platonic king and queen of hearts#yandere parents#yandere alice in wonderland#yandere disney x reader#yandere disney
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