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Sugar overdose
Trey Clover × reader
Synopsis: There's this one student in NRC... he always seems to look out for you, expressing his care and making your forced stay in Twisted Wonderland more bearable. Though there are some things about him that you stay oblivious to...
TW for: mild yandere, drugging/food poisoning (?) (basically unconscious potion consumption), stalking (if you can call it that), overall creepy-ish behavior. If you're uncomfortable with any of aforementioned topics, do not proceed, please. :з
(the whole thing might seem rushed or unfinished, forgive me if so, I'm still gaining experience in writing. ^^")
He's always been there.
Since when you first got dropped into this world, Clover has always been somewhere in sight. It was hard to stop your gaze at just one thing when there were so many wonders you'd never seen before, so you never paid him much mind, not until the Heartslabyul incident, at least. Before you could only catch a glimpse of him in the cafeteria or exchange short greetings in the halls, but the first overblot gave him a push to change the matters. First he started calling out to you when seeing you in crowd, then he worked up some courage to ask for greeting hugs (or at least handshakes when you weren't in the mood), and at some point decided to strike up a conversation: one, two, five, to the point where you'll find him approaching you almost every day, helping out with chores, carrying groceries, sharing notes and helping with homework, staying over for night, and-
When did he manage to get so close?
Windows in NRC's alchemy lab expose one's eyes to unique views; usually it's already way past noon when classes end, enough so the sun starts setting by that time, painting the vast free skies in deep shades of pink and yellow. Wisps of colorful cotton clouds frame the canvas, giving finishing touches to the majestic evening painting. And the centre piece of the gallery of nature - the biggest wonder, an anomaly of this world, not unlike a shy flower on a fragile stem blooming among concrete plates or snowdrifts, - the prefect. Rays of dying light wrap around their figure perfectly. They come here every day, doing small chores for professors with the company of the infamous duo of freshmen-troublemakers. Still, even the boys' robust nature and somewhat graceless behavior cannot spoil the picturesque scene.
He lays his books out on a table closest to windows, having already claimed the space for himself ever since he joined the Science club. At first it was all about convenience: pretty views on the school gardens give him inspiration for new recipes, wide tables allow to keep his space as neat as possible and prevent any hazards (no more spilled flasks or lost papers - much easier to work now), fresh air when the room gets suffocating or his cooking experiments go wrong.
Now it opens another, a little less innocent in nature, opportunity for the young man - to keep a close eye on the cute magicless student. Actually, when you think about it, the fact is not perverse. Is it really wrong of him, a true older brother at heart, to protect those who are weaker than him in many senses of the word? If anything, he's only doing them a favor - prefect always expressed their appreciation of his help whenever they had gotten in a difficult situation with teachers or delinquents, so surely they would've found the notion to be sweet.
Sweet is the first word that comes to mind when you talk to Trey. It's not even only about his personality (the way the man treats his dormmates alone is enough of a proof; putting others' health and wants before his own, prioritizing their happiness, going out of his way to keep things peaceful). Smell of sugar and vanilla follows him everywhere: in classes, in hallways, in his room. You can smell sugar and caramel on his uniform every time Trey comes up to you for a 'good morning' hug. It's hard to resist the temptation to press closer, if only to have more - to get drunk on the overwhelming aroma and warmth.
He'd be lying if he said the prefect's preference for good perfume went over his head. Trey heard them compliment Schoenheit and Hunt for their cologne and seen how they pull away in mock disgust when Ace gets touchy after a particularly long basketball practice. Perceptive to smell. That's where his main hobby comes in handy: when one spends a great part of their day in the kitchen, they're bound to carry out some of its homey atmosphere with hints of cinnamon.
"Good morning! Don't forget to pack your gym uniform, your class has Flying lesson today."
Isn't that nice of him to leave you little notes and reminders? His attentiveness never fails to make you swoon.
"Have you eaten yet? Remember to heat up some lunch for yourself."
"I hope you're not staying up late again? Go to bed before I come over and make sure you do personally. >:("
"Your outfit today was really cute... I mean, you sure are good at styling clothes! Just wanted to make a compliment, don't take it wrong. :)"
Though sometimes his comments sound too... personal. Have you ever actually told him of your schedule? How does he know about your preference? Even Ace and Deuce, who you spend most of your time with, don't know and don't seem to remember that much.
Prefect favors others way more than they should. Does the spoiled lion prince deserve being pampered by them? Do the troublesome freshmen not annoy them? How can they parade around, gathering crowds around themselves, stealing hearts of each and every student they encounter, and still treat him with such disregard? "Trey's such a mom friend" this and "I wish I had an older brother like him!" that.
I don't feel the same for you.
Why wouldn't you see how I slowly burn for you?
Even now, the dessert he left at your kitchen counter in Ramshackle is lacking flaws. Even layers of frosting, small edible decorations made out of chocolate - it's an intricate work, a miniature piece of art beloved by its creator, with so much time spent over it. And all for you?
Under the plate hosting the sweet treat is a piece of paper. You carefully slip the note from under the plate and read it, eyes crinkling at the corners at the thought of somebody putting so much effort to make you happy.
"I noticed you've been gloomy all day; please, enjoy this little treat. It's a new recipe of mine, so I hope you'll enjoy this."
There was no need to sign the note - identity of the sender was as clear as day. With a fond light and eyes and a prep in step, you move to set a kettle on the stove to prepare some tea - a chamomile blend gifted to you by Jade (he did sound proud of his blends). Not able to resist temptation, you find a fork and lift a portion of the dessert to your lips, taking in its enchanting smell. Cream melts on your tongue, texture contrasting the bright filling and bringing out a new kind of flavor. Tea long abandoned, you take another bite to savor it, sighing in content.
He truly was a master of his art, especially if his work managed to bring your guard down with little to no effort. It was all too late when you noticed how the cold filling tickled your throat, or how your fingers grew colder with each second passed. Staying steady on two feet has never been so hard before, as white noise overwhelmed your senses, disorienting, separating from reality. Seconds flash by in static pictures, and by the time he approached you from behind, there was nothing to do to hold onto consciousness.
There they are now, safe in his arms, not turning or running away anymore. Cradled close to a warm chest, burning with deepest of earthy desires, full of selfish wanting and a new blossom of hope, their heart would soon answer his calling. For a magicless human is no match to the power of true love.
He will always hold you near.
#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#yuurei's fics#gender neutral reader#trey clover#trey clover x reader#yandere twst#yandere#i hope the tagging is okay? still unsure how to do this#please let me know if i should add something!#really felt like writing something yandere-ish...
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Rough Day
A/N: Hardly proofread this because I just wanted to be DONE with it. I'm a bit annoyed that i've kind of adopted a 'same face syndrome' style for my writing.
Synopsis: Your strong, silent husband comes home late after a tough day at work ready to use you as a stress reliever.
TW: implied noncon/dubcon, arranged/forced marriage, Implied deaths + stalking, general fear, yandere-ish themes
Word Count: 2100
You were once preoccupied by a magazine loosely held between your finger tips, lazily glancing at its contents as you laid on your stomach. But the slam of your front door twisted your attention away from its pages-- the sudden boom making you jump. Your grip tightened, eyes watching the doorway. Sharp, familiar footsteps filled the hall accompanied by the rustling of clothes as your husband stormed in. He flung his suit coat to the bed, Oxfords still clicking against the wooden floor of your shared bedroom. His steps were heavier than ususal; something happened.
“How was your day?” You ask, jerking back to stare at the magazine as if it kept you safe from his wrath.
“Fine,” He responded. “It was work.”
You avoided his gaze when he began to take off his tie with unusual aggression. flipping a page in the flimsy book in your hands, an advertisement showed floral perfumes while a blog section detailed lists of expensive items celebrities were using now-a-days. You stared blankly at the page, trying to look as natural as possible on the bed.
Your husband huffed and sighed; you would’ve offered to help him with the tie he seemed so desperate but unable to get off, but your mind told you otherwise. His general aura made you want to curl in a ball under the sheets to avoid it. You always felt he was intimidating --ever since you met him after hearing you were to be married from your parents-- but moments like this were when you were truly nervous.
“Everything go okay with the meeting?”
“Yes. The investors were perfectly--” Your husband tore off his stubborn tie, dramatically throwing it across the floor. “Fine.”
The way his teeth clenched and his body tensed, you knew this wasn’t just his regular cruddy day at work. You guessed it was something to deal with the business meeting he had been planning for weeks.
Not much could get him worked up, but you knew this meeting was something that drastically affected his behavior depending on how it turned out.
You didn’t respond as he finished getting undressed, flipping the magazine page once more, and again pretending to read. You knew it was only a matter of time before he looked to you, but you were trying to hold off on that for as long as possible. You realized even if you tried your usual approaches of wiggling out of his affection, he was too wound up to not pounce on you like a raging animal in heat.
So you bid your time, silently pretending to read and hoping he’d get in the shower before trying to tackle you so you could play the ‘fallen asleep’ card. Goodness knows you don’t have enough energy to take him.
But as you heard his buttons come undone one by one, and his hands began to draw nearer, you knew your time was up. You didn’t say a word as he grabbed you by the hips to pull you close, snatching the magazine from your hands to toss it on the floor.
You would’ve protested, if this was your first time dealing with him. But you knew that never played in your favor. All you could hope for was that he’d be gentler this time; less rough, perhaps with a little bit of thought and rationality in the way he manhandled you.
“How was your day,” He asked, though you could tell he wasn’t really interested.
“Well… uneventful I guess.” You yelped once he laid you across his body, resting up against the pillows as your head laid against his chest. “I tried to clean…a little…” You found it hard to speak once his mouth was against your ear. The gruff sighs and clearings of his throat never failed to cause shivers to run down your spine. It even tickled your neck, the air from his nostrils hitting the back of your ear.
He hummed in response to your answer, sounding disinterested but as if he was listening.
You regretted having changed into your pajamas already. He slid your clothes around with ease, the loose fabric letting him do as he craved to your body.
The male was already latching onto you, a hand across your chest holding your shoulder, while the other was securely gripping your thigh, groping the flesh as his heartbeat slowed.
You could hear his breath gently hitch as you let out an anxious squeak.
“So uh… what did the investors think?”
You tried to make conversation, to not stumble over your words as your husband softly ran his lips down your neck, nuzzling into your shoulder with a hardness you knew was from how pent up he was.
‘They were reasonably upset,” he unfastened the top two buttons of your shirt with a swift motion. “But right now it doesn’t matter what they think.”
He effectively ended the conversation with that line, making you purse your lips together as you tried to ignore the ticklish circles he rubbed into your flesh. From behind, he had full access to you, unable to let go of your warmth. Or rather, unwilling.
The sound of his lips pressing against your skin filled the quiet bedroom, the gentle hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen faintly in the background. Your husband wanted to squish and feel you, to squeeze the soft parts of your body and squeeze them like a stress ball. There was also an, admittedly, large part of him that wanted to violently make love to let out all of his aggression instead.
It was hard for him to hold back when you made such cute little sounds, reacting to even the smallest things. It boosted his pride more than it reasonably should’ve, especially since he knew how unwilling you were in this marriage.
He snaked an arm up your loose night shirt, grabbing at your stomach and preparing to palm your chest with fervor.
“Shouldn’t you eat dinner first?” You asked wearily, already dreading the bruises and love bites you knew you’d find on yourself in the morning.
“I’m not hungry for food right now.” He whispered.
Biting at your ear, he massaged bruises into your thigh with his thumb.
You knew he probably meant that he didn’t have an appetite, but his phrasing couldn’t help but make you grow hot and squirmy.
“Don’t say it like that,” You groaned as his hand lifted under your shirt, running his ticklish fingernails up the dip of your chest. “And don’t touch me there!”
“I’m your husband, I can touch you where I want.” He mumbled into your neck, using an arm to hold your jaw. He pulled your face towards his with an uncharacteristic amount of desire.
Your husband's lips touched yours with a pressure that convinced you would crush your mouth.
He yearned for the touch of you, to want to squeeze so hard that you’d have a constant physical and mental reminder even when he left for work. It didn’t help that he was so closed off, focusing much more of his time on work these days to where he’d be touch starved by the time he got home. He’d still be as stoic and stern as ever, but with the added flavor of barking orders at you to sit on his lap and feed him.
“You’re allowed to touch me, too, you know.”
“Yeah.” You say, if only to have him stop talking about it out of your embarrassment. He was never one for extreme methods of affection until it came to these stress phases, which is why you couldn’t wrap your head around how physical he had become despite his distant personality.
But tonight he was warm and intense, enveloping you with his body to prevent your always perfectly timed escape. You couldn’t help but notice how his hips rocked to slide against you, the male lazily grinding upwards as you laid spread like a star fish for him. He forced your thighs open to become available for fondling and led your hands to a comfortable position. He guided you every step of the way, hardly giving you free will as he touched without hesitation. You didn’t dare move away, slightly enjoying the attention, but also feeling a strange sense of nausea as he got rougher with each grind against your backside and every tug at your hips.
He was getting impatient with just this. He wanted more.
Your husband removed the stronghold on your leg to play with the elastic hem of your PJ shorts, tugging at it so that it let out a small ‘slap’ against your skin once released from his fingers.
You would've caressed him back, would've kissed him with genuine desire and held him If he was truly befitting of the title "husband." But you knew the monster this man was. Married couples were supposed to cuddle and embrace, and lie with one another. But that was for spouses who were together willingly. That was if they felt some semblance of love and care. But your marriage was full of lies and threats, with death and forced servitude. You were civil with your husband, you looked the other way when you heard of a distant acquaintance who got too close dying, or finding a shiny black car following you down the street.
You could ignore his damage to your loved ones and his constant need of possession over you, but you couldn't seem to love him the way a spouse should. You could endure it, much like other things. But when it came to moments like this, you could only dread his powerful hands and the more than bruised body he'd leave you with in the morning.
“A-are you sure you want to do this now? You have work in the morning, and it’s already ten-”
“I’m sure.”
Your husband exhaled against your ear with relaxation, not acknowledging your hesitation. He was so close to you, your body nearly melting into his as his body heat mixed with your clean scent; the day's sweat still clung to him from when he rushed from meetings into cabs. He could smell the shampoo in your hair, the lotion you applied to your hands before lying down. The businessman couldn't help but lean into your neck and take a deep whiff, the smell helping him find comfort despite how much he desired to release his pent frustration.
“Just stay still for me…” He mumbled, pulling your shirt to the side to make room for his mouth. He bit down on your skin, refusing ro hold back as he dug his teeth deep into your flesh. You knew if he could, hed bite your flesh hard enough to tear; hed be able to consume a piece of you, and mark you deep enough for it to last forever. But though your husband was ruthless, he wasn't entirely a savage. So he settled for using your body to rub up against and squish, his teeth dragging along your soft skin with a longing desire in his eyes.
You could see behind the tired look and superiority complex, his lust sat waiting. It lurked in shadows during the day for when he could finally lay his paws on you-- his perfect spouse. And now, at night and alone with you, he wasn't planning on being gentle with his hunger.
Your husband's striking hands were brought to your flesh greedily once more, over his sudden sentimental mood and interested in one thing: relieving himself without a forethought.
One for being used to this fate, you didn't show reaction when he twisted you around, forcing you beneath him in a flurry of loose unbuttoned clothes and kisses. It didn't phase you when his pants fell partly down from his earlier undressing. As he planted rough kisses up your legs you didn't dare to speak or flinch-- didn't move as his white button up nearly slipped off, the bottom button having not yet been released.
You could tell with the way your spouses hands dragged you, gripping and pinching as they pulled you beneath him. He seemed so… needy. You'd never say that outloud, but it was true.
He pressed his lips down hard onto your skin and trailed up your abdomen. They were kisses that pinched your skin between his lips as restless fingers tugged at your nightwear.
Even if you wanted to fight back, your husband moved so fast it wouldn’t have mattered. You were practically a ragdoll in his hands, a stress ball that could hardly comprehend his lust.
And so, you let him ravage you. He released his heavy desires upon your body, forgetting the mess he’d make of you ‘til the morning.
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A Proud Artists Work❣︎
Wally Darling x reader
Summary: looking at Wally’s art work, you feel slightly discouraged about your own. However, Wally quickly finds a way to cheer you up!
Warnings: starts off fluffy but ends a bit yandere-ish
A/n: I HAD TO WRITE A WALLY DARLING SMALL FIC I COULDNT HELP MYSELF!! I LOVE THIS MAN
Well i do hope all the welcome home fans like this!! Enjoy<3
You felt the wind brush up against your cheek as you looked down at your sketchbook in your hand. Your grip on it tightened as you looked around. The neighborhood was surprisingly calming this afternoon. Normally the neighbors would be outside playing but today they didn’t seem to come out of their homes. You watched as the leaves fell from the tree you were sitting under. You leaned up against the wood, taking a breath in.
You turned your head to look at your boyfriend, Wally Darling. He stared at his canvas intensely, focused on every paint stroke he made. His canvas faced you so you couldn’t see what he was painting. He wouldn’t allow you to see what he was creating just yet.
You admired him for his artwork. He was so diligent and his art was breath taking. You wished you were able to draw and paint like he did.
“Darling?” Wally looked over to you, noticing your dull expression. “What’s the matter?”
You sat up, looking away for him and down to the blank paper in your lap.
“Do you really think I’m a good artist?” You asked. He complimented things you have drawn before but a part of you felt like it was forced. Did he just compliment you out of pity?
Wally’s smile dropped slightly as he placed his paintbrush down. You looked up at him as he walked over to you and sat on the grass.
“Of course I do. Why would you question that?” He looked at your sketchbook, noticing it was empty.
“I can’t think of anything impressive to draw”
“Anything you draw will be impressive!” He grabbed a pencil out of pocket “Let’s draw something together!” He leaned in closer to you, starting to sketch an apple on the upper right corner of the paper. You just watched his hand move as he finished up the stem. He just spent a few seconds an apple and it looks amazing. What could you possible draw to impress him?
“Come on! What do you want to draw?” He looked to you. “Draw anything that comes to mind”
You looked up for a moment, trying to get some inspiration. You suddenly noticed a pretty pink flower growing in the grass.
“A flower?” You turned to him.
“Draw it!” He encouraged you. You gripped your pencil as you drew a circle for the base and petals around it.
“It looks great!” He began to add some grass around the flower “You should add a sun” You nodded and smiled softly. This felt nice.
An hour had passed and you two laid on the grass, doodling on the now full page. You two drew different things in nature, different animals, the neighbors, and even Home. You laughed softly seeing how the page was now full with the random doodles from you and your boyfriend.
You felt your cheeks heat up. Wally always knew how to make you feel better when you needed it.
“See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it~?” He gave you a grin “The page is full now”
“Yeah it is” You leaned on his shoulder “Thank you, Wally”
“Anything for you, darling”
Suddenly realization took over you and you remembered there was somewhere you needed to be.
“Oh I have to go!” You stood up, brushing your clothes off “I promised Sally I would meet her at her house to practice a play with her!” You quickly picked up your things, shoving them in your bag.
“Well you better run off, don’t want to leave her waiting” He stood up, holding his hands behind his back.
“See you later!” You waved at him and he blew you a kiss goodbye. He began to pack up his stuff knowing it was time for him to go home too. He carefully picked up the panting he was painting earlier, not wanting to ruin his work. He chuckled softly as he walked back to Home. Home opened the door for him, seeing that Wally’s hands were full.
“Thank you, Home” The puppet placed his paint supplies on the ground. The house squeaked as a way of saying you’re welcome.
“I drew another painting of them…~” He looked down at the colorful canvas. It looked exactly like you. You were leaning up against the tree you two were at, holding your sketchbook. He painted exactly what you looked like in the moment.
He walked down the halls, entering a room of Home. The room was filled with painting of you. Just painting of you.
Each painting you were doing normal activities, not even noticing that a certain painter was using you as his muse.
“This piece would look perfect… here” He hung the painting on an empty spot on the wall. “I like it. What do you think Home?” The house squeaked again.
“Maybe one day I can show them these paintings. I would love to see their reaction. After all, why shouldn’t an artist be proud of their work?”
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I Finally Saw You Again
Yan!Childhood friend x GN reader
Tw: typical yandere stuff, possession (kinda hinted at)
AN; I should really post their intro post before writing their ficts n' stuff & this has a lot of fluff and not really a lot of yandere-ish. Oopsie.
Also put your age on your blog or I will block you <3
˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊
It's been a long time since you've last seen your best friend. He has been with you through thick and thin but suddenly had to move away to his parents to find a better job. You hope he's been doing well and that one day you will find him again. You cherish the fond memories as a kid up till high school were his parents decided to go somewhere else. You always wish he had written back since you've seen so many letters but none ever got returned.
And here you are entering college with no traces of him anywhere on social media. You hope nothing has happened to him or his family since they also have gone radio silent on your parents as well. But at least the show must go on and you continue your academic studies.
While you were entering one of your classes, you didn't notice that your childhood best friend was also in your class. You were so absorbed in trying to find the best spot to sit you didn't see his way in the back of the class. Staring at you and fidgeting with his pencil wondering if he should go and talk to you. Biting his lip he decided not to talk to you. Yet. He just watches you from afar. And thus, class started and ended in a blur. He watches you scramble to get to your next class as he casually walks out.
You were here and he couldn't believe it. All this time you've stayed in your home town while he has been away.
After your last class ends, you quickly rush to the dining hall. Dreading the long wait line as everyone else seemed also ended class as well. While waiting you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around. It was your childhood best friend, Wren. Jumping with joy you hug him and he wraps his arms around you. Once you both let go of your hugs, you realize it is time to enter the dining hall so you quickly grab a seat and wait for Wren to enter in. Soon after you had a lot of time catching up.
"So how have you been Wren? How's your siblings?"
"Things have been well, it was hard adjusting to a new school but I managed. Dove and Robin have been doing well. How have you been doing? Hope you've been doing well. It's nice to see you again," He gives a wink after that last remark.
Blushing from the sudden gesture you replied, "Well I've been doing good as well. I have to ask though, why didn't you respond to my letters?"
Wren taking a bite of his food, "Well, I thought they were being sent to you since I gave them to my parents. But I guess they didn't send it or something came up and it never got to you. Which sucks I will say. Since I thought they were being sent and you just never replied to me. Thought you were ignoring my letters." He softly chuckles at that idea. Either way, he thought, you were going to be his no matter what because he would find you. He would have traveled all over the world to find you because you were the only one who made his heart flutter. You are the reason that he gets out of bed every day because he knows that you are alive.
Taking a sip of your drink you replied, "Well that's strange, I wonder why your parents did that because I was for sure expecting you to ignore me and forget me since, you know, I didn't get any letters back no matter how hard I got them mailed to you. I thought I was going insane."
He hums in response as he continues to eat his food, you on the other hand kept looking at him. You never notice how cute he was or how muscular he has gotten. It's driving you insane with how much he has changed over the years. While staring he can't help but smirk at you looking at him.
"You like what you see darling?"
Taken aback by his words you covered your mouth and quickly stuttered out, "No, I was just admiring the painting behind you. Yeah!"
Softly chuckling at your attempt to hide your reaction, "Ah I see. If you say so."
Quickly finishing your meal you thank him for meeting up with him and rush to go back into your dorm. Embarrassed that he caught you in the act of looking at him. And while doing so he can't help but fall in love again. Smiling at the fact that you are now in his reach. Now that he can truly keep you with him forever he will never let you escape once again.
Ever since Wren saw you in his class, he couldn't stop thinking about you and wanting you. He stalks and follows your every movement. His love for you has re-sparked (not that it was gone in the first place) and he is determined to make sure you are his partner forever.
He couldn't help but stare at you, how beautiful and amazing you looked to him as a kid. You treated him so kindly as if he was a normal person. You were everything to him. He wants you oh so badly you have no idea how much he is wrapped around your pretty finger. Now that he doesn't have his parents on his ass controlling him, he can finally do whatever he wants. What a shame that his parents never gave him your letters but no matter, as long as you were within his sight he could never lose you.
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this is my first time requesting for a writing prompt so i apologize if i have a hard time describing it, but may i request nsfw (and maybe sfw) head canons of jason todd with a s/o thats a very violent vigilante but is very overly attached to jason
Omg yes, I’ve been wanting to find something Jason Todd to write for a while 😂
Jason Todd x Vigilante!reader sfw and nsfw head cannons
Warnings: smut, mentions of past trauma(bc it’s Jason Todd), reader is a vigilante with a violent streak, swearing, gn!reader, I took it in a very yandere-ish direction
(More detailed warnings before the nsfw part)
Sfw
Jason is shocked to come back to life and find there’s already another blood thirsty vigilante running the streets of Gotham, he just has to meet you.
And when he does he’s a little less surprised to find that you remind him exactly of himself. Vengeful and trying to keep justice in a more ‘efficient’ way than Batman ever could.
You notice him more around you in underground bars like the iceberg lounge, always trailing just a little behind you.
You think you’ve got a stalker, and you’re partially right.
His interest in you quickly turns into a crush one night when you grab him by his collar and demand to know why he’s been following you.
So he tells you, he’s always been an honest guy, never caring enough to bother lying or covering up what he really felt. Usually, that is.
As soon as you agree to be something with him, he’s almost a different person. Though it takes a while to break through that confident, cocky exterior he likes to front.
Soon enough though, you get to see the Jason that cares for his brothers, the Jason that’s a book nerd, the Jason that is deathly afraid of being a failure to the people he loves the most.
You soon discover he’s not all he pretends to be, and sometimes all he wants in the whole world is a few moments of peace with the person he cares for most in this world(you).
Often times(if you work a day job or do vigilante stuff in the day) you’ll find you always arrive later then you had before meeting him. He has a tendency to hold on to you and not let go in the morning.
Jason tries to hold out on you meeting his family for as long as he possibly can, especially Dick. He sees Dick as the highest standard, what he failed to be as robin. He (irrationally) fears like you’d leave him for his elder brother.
When you finally meet the rest of the bat family, they’re all just happy he’s found someone who loves him, and who he’ll actually let in.
You don’t know it, but as soon as you spend a night in his bed(or let him spend the night in yours) he’s already thinking about marrying you.
Maybe not in an official, traditional wedding way, but he’d put a ring on your finger just so he got to show everyone just how serious he is about you.
The intimacy of sleeping next to someone, the trust that they won’t stab you in your sleep(especially given your bloody history) is something Jason doesn’t take lightly.
If you like reading, he’ll recommend you books of all kinds. He’s had a lot of time to think and reflect on himself, most of which he had a book in his hands.
Speaking of hands, his are extremely rough and calloused. Years of scarring etched beautifully into his skin. He isn’t insecure exactly, he knows it shows he’s a survivor. How strong he is. But when his rough hands are on your skin he can’t help but feel like he’s too broken for you.
He isn’t easily consolable. He’s good at pretending your assurances worked as you’d planned, then overthinking the issue the rest of the day. But you quickly learn his tells, and call him out for it. To which he’s surprised at first, but just a little more in love with you.
He isn’t good at saying the words ‘I love you’. Not at first. He’s scared that once he lets those three words slip from his lips that you’ll be taken away from him.
When he does finally get used to saying it, it will be rare that he doesn’t say it during a conversation with you.
When he’s leaving for a patrol, you receive a kiss on the cheek, or even a deep and telling kiss on the lips, and a quick “I love you, see you tonight.” Before he’s out the door.
Or just before you fall asleep, you’ll get a passionate string of beautifully picked out words that Jason would never admit while fully awake.
When he’s been on missions that take him to other cities, he can’t fall asleep without you on the phone. Without your steady breathing soothing him to sleep. It gets to the point that there was a time when his phone ran out of battery, and he awoke immediately in a cold sweat. Forgetting he wasn’t next to you. He came home the next day. Unable to stand the thought of not being able to see you, to hold you.
Now in terms of you being overly attached to him, he wouldn’t say he ‘minds’ exactly.
He doesn’t want you to get hurt if something ever happens to him. He reminds you all the time that he can quite literally die almost every night. To which you shrug off. Making him laugh every time.
If you’re clinging onto him physically, he doesn’t mind at all. He loves your warmth and the pressure of your body against his. Especially if your on top of him. The weight of you on his chest gives him so much comfort it’s surreal.
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Warnings: smut(obvi), mentions of rough sex, gn!reader and gn!body terms, heavy degradation, praise though too(separate),
He leans into being more dominant in bed. He likes the control and the ability to help you feel good.
He can be extremely rough if he’s had a stressful day. Railing into you with your legs hooked tightly over his shoulders. His hands on your waist. Squeezing the soft flesh while he chases both of your releases.
His words degrading and harsh. “Hey? Who owns this body huh? Spit it out slut.”
Sometimes he’ll edge you for hours while he gets himself off, painting your chest and face in his hot sticky cum.
But on the other side of the spectrum he can be very gentle if it’s appropriate. If it’s an intimate moment he has no trouble peppering kisses all over your beautiful body. Praising you until you can barely think.
“So good, so fucking beautiful for me yeah?”
He’s all for breathy whispers, whispering in your ear what he wants you to do. How he’s gonna make you cry his name from the pleasure.
He loves giving you head. But particularly taking it excruciatingly slow. Paying attention to every detail. Every expression or sound you make when he touches certain spots with his tongue.
Also being a Vigilante, you have scars yourself. Physical and emotional. He kisses all of them. Tells you how strong and gorgeous every one makes you look. How absolutely perfect he thinks you are.
Sometimes things slip out while you’re going at it. Words he never intended for anyone to hear. But he just gets so caught up in the moment, he can’t help himself.
“Want me to put a ring on your finger yeah? Want me to make you my pretty (wife/husband)”
I think for awhile after he came back he used sex as a way to cope, experimenting with his body and trying things he’d never thought to try before. It worked well enough for a little while, allowed him to take out his energy in a much needed outlet.
He was tortured and kidnapped when he was still a teenager, sometimes he needs to express that anger and resentment in a healthy scenario. Sex is a free, safe, and easy way to do so.
He insists on practicing safe words with you, sometimes even he needs to opt out for a water break or something like that.
After the fact, he’s extremely sweet on you. Cleaning you up however you need. Whether it’s with a wet cloth, a warm bath, or with his tongue.
He likes to hold you in the afterglow of sex, chests heaving, skin glazed over in sweat. He pulls you close against his chest, a hand on your thigh, holding you as close as he can get you. Whispering sweet praises.
“You did so well my love, so good for me.”
Hope you enjoyed this, I’m working on more requests at the moment 😘
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Hiii ^^ can i ask you something ? A yandere shigaraki who kidnapped is darling aka is favorite streamer ? So a YandereShigarakixfem reader pls^^ have a good day/night💗✨
Omg, I'm finally done! Thanks for the ask :). Sorry but the kidnapping part didn't make it in the story but other than that I tried my best to write what you wanted. I hope you like it 💝. (This is one of my more fucked up stories)
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Your Biggest Fan
Warning: Smut-ish, Hints at noncon, Male masturbation, Obsessive behavior, Tracking, Breaking and entering, Language.
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"PLAYER TWO WINS!"
Tomura scuffed at the words on his screen. He had never lost this many times in all his years of gaming. It was absolutely embarrassing. Especially when it was to a cheat like you. You had to have been cheating. You innocently joined his game saying,
"I've never played this before. Sorry if I'm bad." And you were. You were terrible, awful. He kicked your ass so many times. Game, after game, after game, after game... You would whine and beg for him to let you win or at the very least, go easy on you. And he would simply smile and promise to go easy on you, just to beat the shit out of you anyway. Then it changed. Suddenly, you got the upper hand. He had turned on autopilot at that point so he was completely caught off guard by your sudden increase of skill. For the first time, he lost to you. In the beginning, he was too shocked to be mad. Then, it kept happening. After that day, he couldn't seem to get even a single win. It was beyond embarrassing.
StarPlayer06: "Looks like I win again."
Villain_King444: "You got lucky."
StarPlayer06: "Three times in a row?"
Tomura gritted his teeth.
StarPlayer06: "You should watch my streams. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two."
Streams? Tomura had known you for a few months now but he never really had conversations with you about things that weren't video games. Maybe you'd talk about your job or your friends but that was it. However, he was curious. What did you talk about? Was he on those streams? But most of all, what did you look like...? He shook the thought away. Your "streams" were probably just you acting all slutty to get a bunch of old men to give you money.
Villain_King444: "Not on your life."
StarPlayer 06: "Come on, don't be like that!"
Tomura rolled his eyes.
StarPlayer06: "If you change your mind, here's the link. I'd love to see you there ;)."
Villain_King444: "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm logging off."
StarPlayer06: "Aww. Goodnight :(."
Tomura leaned back in his chair, thinking. He knew he should just go to sleep. He knew he should just forget about it and go on with his life. He knew he had more important things to do. And yet. He sat up and pulled up your account. At first glance, it looked exactly how he thought it would. You had a cutesy username and a similarly cute profile picture and banner. Tomura brushed passed your home page and clicked on your most recent stream. It loaded for a minute before he could hear your soft voice in his headset. His eyes grew wide as your face filled his vision. You were beautiful. You looked totally different from what he had imagined. A light blush spread across his face as you introduced yourself and what game you were about to play. It was some horror game but it didn't matter. Nothing really mattered. Nothing but you.
Hours had gone by and he was still there watching video, after video. How could such a darling girl like you be right in front of his face the whole time without him even knowing? It felt like his whole world got turned upside down. He didn't even realize just how deep he was in your rabbit hole of content until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Tomura jolted up, swiveling around in his chair just to be met with a familiar face.
"Tomura Shigaraki, I'm sorry to disturb you but I brought you breakfast. If you're hungry that is." It was Kurogiri. Tomura sighed as he paused the video and pulled off his headset.
"Yeah... Yeah. I'll eat it." He replied, dazed.
"Are you okay, Tomura?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Now get out. I'm busy."
Kurogiri narrowed his eyes but backed down, exiting the room. The door closed with a click and as if on command, Tomura slumped down in his chair. What the hell was that? You were just some girl. That's all you were. Beautiful. But just some chick on the internet. Tomura looked down at the clock on his screen. 9:30am. He scoffed, as he stood up and headed to the bathroom. He needed a shower.
As the day went on, Tomura couldn't stop thinking about you. He wanted to but you plagued his mind like a virus. Your words were stuck in his head like a song. He wanted to keep watching. He needed to keep watching. To see your face, to hear your voice. He hated himself for it but as soon as he returned to his room, he sat down at his desk and pulled up your account once more. Turns out, you were live right then and there. He joined the stream and was instantly hit with a feeling a pleasure. Your sweet voice was all he could hear as he watched you. You had a habit of chatting before actually playing a game; you'd just sit and talk with your audience. Tomura could see how you very obviously skipped the weird messages you received, instead responding to more wholesome things like,
"How are you feeling today?"
"Did you see what happened on the news last night!? Scary!"
"When are you gonna play Trails of Odyssey?"
Your comments always seemed to look like this. It was boring. You had started talking about this new chair you wanted, so Tomura decided to leave a little message of his own.
User5141: [User 5141 donated $200] "Is this enough for it, beautiful?"
He watched as you froze at the amount of money presented to you. A devilish grin formed on his lips as he awaited your response.
"Oh my... Thank you. You really didn't have to do that! It's like four hundred dollars anyway. It's more like a dream chair then something I'm actually aiming for."
You laughed at the end, trying to lighten the situation.
User5141: [User5141 donated $200] "Well then this should be enough. Don't worry about me. You deserve it."
Your eyes widened as you put a hand over your mouth.
"Thank you so much!"
Your reply was muffled by your hands but the look of happiness on your face said all he needed to hear. The comment section was practically bursting with things to say about him. It ranged from calling him a show off to complimenting his generosity. But Tomura didn't really care, the only thing he cared about was you. And you were ecstatic. The fact that he made you happy gave him shivers. If you wanted to be taken care of the only thing you had to do was ask. He was more than willing to pamper such a darling girl. A tightness grew in his pants as he continued to watch you. It was finally time to start the game but now Tomura had more important things to take care of. A wave of relief washed over him as he unzipped his pants. This was gonna be a long night.
Day after day, this became a habit.
"[User5141 donated $200]"
"[User5141 donated $300]"
"[User5141 donated $500]"
Tomura couldn't help it. 700, 800, 900. The high he got just felt too good. 1,000, 2,000. At this rate he was paying your rent. 5,000. Drool fell from his mouth as he watched your face distort in horror. He bucked his hips into his hand once again.
"I... Umm... Thank y-you. It's very appreciated but... I don't wanna be rude but don't you have a life too?"
You gulped, then faked a smile.
User5141: "You are my life."
Your smile wavered but still stood.
"You're so sweet."
Tomura's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he came all over his hand. He loved this. He loved you. But he especially loved how naive you were. The day before, you actually came to him about this "mystery donor." It was exhilarating to know he had such an impression on you. Now maybe you thought about him just as much as he thought about you.
StarPlayer06: "They sent me 2,000 dollars yesterday. It's not like I'm complaining but it's starting to get creepy."
Villain_King444: "Well, they must really like you."
StarPlayer06: "Who's crazy enough to pay someone they don't even know 2,000 dollars!?"
Villain_King444: "Don't bite the hand that feeds you. Literally."
StarPlayer06: ">:( For the record, I feed myself. I appreciate them but I don't need their help."
Villain_King444: "Then what are you gonna do with the money?"
StarPlayer06: "Idk but I've been eating out a lot more."
Villain_King444: "Lucky girl."
StarPlayer06: "Ikr."
Tomura relished in the feeling you gave him. Such a naive girl... However, he still wasn't satisfied. He wanted you to need him. To rely on him and him alone. That's why today he raised the bar. 5,000. But maybe that wasn't enough. 8,000. How would you respond to that? He bit his lip in anticipation, stroking himself another time. He was in heaven.
The next month went by just like that. Him watching your streams, donating ungodly amounts of money, then you two having a conversation about it later. Tomura had no complaints about his life; as long as he could watch you, he was happy. Or at least that's what he thought. He quickly started to realize that wasn't the case. On some days you decide to cut out gaming entirely and just talk. He loved those streams. In this one in particular you wanted to show everyone the outfit you just bought. The outfit you bought with his money. You stood up and there it was. You looked stunning. Tomura wanted to reach out and grab you, yank you, pull you, wreck you. But you were on the other side of the screen.
Another time, you had a guest over. He was a tall, young looking man, probably the same age as you. The chat went crazy when he showed up, saying all sorts of dumb things like,
"Is he your boyfriend!?"
"You two look so cute together!"
"I wish I was him."
Tomura hated it. He wanted to reach through the screen and wring his neck. You continued to tell your audience that he was just a friend but Tomura wasn't buying it. How could he know for sure unless he was there? Unless he was there... The idea shot into his mind like a bullet. Why couldn't he be there? Why couldn't he be the one you talked to everyday? That you invited onto your streams? That your horny viewers envied? You two were made for each other and it was time to stop pretending like you weren't. If you didn't need him now, he was gonna make you need him. Tomura smiled as he dropped his final donation on your stream.
User5141: [User5141 donated $1] "See you soon."
Tomura had always been a good hacker. That's why when it came to finding people for the league, he was the guy. As long as they had a device, he could find them. The fact that you were already live made this child's play. He had your location within minutes. You lived in the city right next to him. Not even out of state... Not that it would have mattered. He would have found some way to fly out there. But with this, he only needed to take a train.
It was 8:00pm and you just finished your stream for the day. You sighed, stood up from your chair, and walked to bed. You grabbed your phone and simply laid on your back above the covers. You were too tired to do anything but lay there. Your eye lids were heavy and no matter how much you blinked, the feeling of exhaustion didn't go away. You sighed as you put your phone back in its place. Your body decided more than your mind to just stare at the ceiling and let sleep wash over you. There was a subtle creak that came from your closet but it fit right in with all the other noises of the night, causing your brain to filter it out. Big mistake... The wind got harshly knocked out of you as something heavy sat on your stomach. Your eyes shot open and there was a person.
"I've been waiting so long for this moment..."
You screamed and tried to sit up just to be harshly pushed down again.
"Is that any way to treat a fan?"
They had a tight grip on your arms pinning them to your sides. The pain from their nails digging into your skin kept you quiet.
"Oh you're absolutely lovely... How did I get so lucky with you?"
You stared at them, your features all scrunched up in fear. They tilted their head.
"What's with that look? Don't you know who I am?"
"N-No." You replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Does Villain King ring any bells?"
Your eyes widened.
"Oh and... Your highest donor..."
Your blood ran cold. It was him the whole time. Then he was even crazy enough to track you down and break into your home.
"Why...?" Was all you could mange to ask.
"I thought that would be obvious. It's because I love you."
"Love me? H-How could you possibly love me!?" You asked, anger and sadness swelling in your throat and coating your words.
"How could I not!? You're nice, caring, funny. You have the body of a goddess and the voice of an angel. You're the most perfect person I've ever met."
You swallowed hard as his words hit your ears. Slowly the moon peeked through the window illuminating the room and your intruder. His face was scarred and wrinkled with a little birth mark below his lips. His crimson eyes pierced your soul, giving you shivers. He looked at you like prey. The lamb. And the wolf.
A groan escaped his lips, breaking your trance.
"You turn me on so much, you know...?" He said, letting one of your arms go to lift his hoodie. Sweat rolled down your face as you watched him unbutton his pants. You quickly looked back up at him just to see him smiling like a maniac. Your eyes darted from his face to his bulge over and over. You couldn't believe this was happening. In a moment of pure adrenaline you used your free hand to try and push him away. You squirmed and kicked. Pushed and hit. But to no avail. He didn't even seem phased by it, just grabbing your arm once more. Tears started to roll down your face as you looked up at him.
"Shhh..." He cooed.
"Don't worry. I'm gonna fuck you so good you won't want me to stop."
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Hiii! I love your content sm especially the last Lucas baker fic :3
I’m wondering if you’d do any yandere Lucas baker headcannons, or a Lucas baker headcannons w a plus-size reader. If not all good and I hope you have a great day,Thankyou !
[Thanks for the ask! I’m having fun writing for Lucas again. However, I will be putting a disclaimer that I’ve started putting on a lot of works that have a yandere element to them. I’ll try not to get too heavy with it, but personal experiences make me feel more comfortable with one at the start of yandere stuff I make. I hope you don’t mind :) ]
Warning/ disclaimer: This piece of fan fiction involves the idea of a yandere character. When I write yandere, it is for the express purpose of horror that can come from forced relationships or ones that have unhealthy elements related to the general ideas of obsession that come with such writing. If someone is treating this way, or you have struggles with viewing people in this manner yourself, I encourage you to seek the proper help you need, whatever that might be in your situation.
To start the HC’s proper, sorry for being wordy
I feel that on the off chance that he might have known you before the mold and Eveline, he most likely wouldn’t have had the obsessive tendencies, at least not to the extent of being considered a yandere.
Also that the thing that made him get that obsessed with you no matter when of how you met was the influence of Eveline and the effects of the mold. She saw you and thought that Lucas needed to be dating someone because that’s just how she wanted to play house.
There’s also the fact that the game’s extra modes/levels do indicate that Lucas is a closeted pervert, Zoe claiming he was being a creep while she was doing yoga (though he claims he wasn’t), and the mold seems to exaggerate the worst in people. I don’t think it would take much for him to get pushed to this level of obsession, especially if he would have been attracted to you in the first place.
With that said though, I don’t think he would ever take things too far, at least as far as being physically invasive. When he’s under the control of Eveline, it’s basically like her chunking the Bakers and Mia around like a pack of GI Joes. So, I don’t think she as a nine-ish-year-old would even know anything past, “Ew, they’re kissing!”
And, after his head’s been cleared from the mold he would be in charge of his faculties that he wouldn’t push things too far. He might be a bit of a perv, but not criminally so.
That being said, he will push his luck as far as he can. After all, Eveline is watching, and you have to be convincing for her, right?
When he was under the mold, he was clingy mostly because that’s how he was supposed to be. You can’t go anywhere because that’s how things are supposed to be done. Jack was in the house, Marguerite was in the old house and he and he was in the barn- with you of course.
Again, he wouldn’t force anything on you, but he could get awfully handsy while hinting that Evie would probably love to have a cousin *wink* *wink*
Strange as it sounds, he gets worse after he’s back to normal. Well, more normal than he was.
I really think that he would risk outing himself as healed in order to get you out of the Bakers’ house. While this may seem caring, and to a point it is, but you have become something of a crutch for him now.
His relationship with his family as well as everyone else, now that he had someone that he felt attached to he was going to be obsessed quickly.
Now that you were out, you were going to stay where he could see you, or, in the times where he HAD to be somewhere else, you would be locked somewhere that nothing else could get into nor you get out of.
He’ll get a little more quiet than he was when he was under the mold, but much more possessive. Not as openly flirtatiously handsy, and more protectively holding you to keep you away from anything that he didn’t deem fit for you, which was almost everything that’s wasn’t him.
He is very- very- emotionally manipulative person. Especially if you are a plus size person. If he ever thinks that you’re getting too bold and might be getting ideas of leaving him, he will say the nastiest things to try to break down your self worth
And, the second that he feels he’s achieved that, it’s immediate love bombing mixed with gaslighting, like, “Aw, babe, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry I took that joke too far,” or, “I got ya away from the mold, right? Why would I ever hurt you on purpose.”
Speaking of hurting you, he won’t do anything too drastic like how the other Bakers would chop off hands, chase with axes, ect. But, he most certainly isn’t above chasing you and tackling you to the ground if he needs to. Also will, “playfully,” remind you with a pinch, arm twist, or blocking you onto a wall that he is more than strong enough to actually hurt you if he ever decided to especially after gaining some perks from the mold infection.
If you weren’t out of Evelin’s hold (hypnotized or not), he certainly makes sure you’re out when Ethan gets there; there’s no tell what Evie might try to change about her family, what Ethan might do, what you might decide to do- basically there’s too many possibilities for him to risk having you around anyone else.
Would keep you in his little lab in the mines at first so that he can keep up his guise and sill go to check on you easily, but once Ethan really starts to make headway through his quest for Mia, you will get moved to the research center proper.
If any of his associates want to complain about it: first of all they would have had to actually have caught him sneaking you in; something that would be rare as he is a top class sneak. Second, they will have to deal with it because he is one of their top researchers and their only personal contact to the whole mold situation, so they either let him keep in an office, or they don’t get him anymore.
While some of the people, questionable as the company might be, might think he’s going a bit too far with how he treats you, they still wouldn’t likely try to help you as even if things are a bit hyperbolic, he does still have a reputation of being a crazed hillbilly, no matter how smart he is.
On some more positive notes
He does really care about you in his own twisted way, and if there were something different where none of the mold nonsense happened, then you two might have been able to have an actual relationships. There would still be plenty for you both to work out, but it would have been possible.
If you manage to make it through all of what you’ve been put through, in a less ideal, but still not the worse situation, some of those researchers would take you with them when they abandoned the project. After all, you did have contact with their field of study, so as long as you play along with whatever interviews and assorted tests they might want to run on you, you’ll have a somewhat more normal life after.
Best case scenario, though, you will get left behind and Chris and his team will find you as they are looking for Lucas (this would be upsetting to the mildew boy) and while there would still be interviews and some medical tests, they wouldn’t be as frequent and it would be to make sure that you were still healthy. Other than being put into witness protection, things will actually be like an actual life again.
Also if you are a plus sized reader, he actually isn’t bothered about body size in any ways, and finds you distinctly more soft and comforting compared to everything else in his life. Literally would melt onto you if he could.
It’s also something that you both get teased about because he is a beanpole and you’re literally opposites. Like almost in a comical way.
You have the opposite situation where he borrows your clothes and they’re baggy on him. You can try to put on his American girl doll sized clothes, but good luck getting them over your shoulders or hips. He would like to see you try though. Thinks it’s funny if you trip in your efforts.
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upcoming wips
okay so here are a few of my upcoming wips that are either a) fully planned out or b) completed and being edited that you guys can expect from me this summer!! these won't be all the fics i post this summer, but just a few i am most looking forward to!
first up we’ll have my eren x reader series ‘i once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden’ re-write coming! this whole fic is getting a makeover, but the overall plot will stay the same. there will be 8-9 parts total! i am really looking forward to not only sharing what i’ve changed, and the things you guys have yet to see, but also finally finishing this fic up for you all!
next up i have a longer naoya zen’in x reader one-shot that is heavily inspired by daemon and rhaenyra form house of the dragon, though instead of uncle x niece incest it will be (i believe technically second) cousin x cousin incest. i am completely aware that this is not everyone’s cup of tea and not everyone is going to like the idea. the fic will contain dark content and certain themes (aside from the incest) that may make you uncomfortable, so please watch for the trigger warnings. for those interested, here is a little plot snippet: and yet, despite being raised by gojo satoru of all people, naoya still believes you could be molded into a perfect wife. and surely if you inherited ten shadows like your half-brother, whatever children you have will as well- especially if they’re his offspring’s and not those of kamo noritoshi. then, no one could question or challenge him becoming the next clan head, especially not his father.
another (small) series you can keep an eye out for will be a gojo x reader arranged marriage fic! i am super, super excited for this little series, as it has actually been in my wips for over a year! it will be 3, possibly 4, parts, and semi-canon compliant. it will contain some darker themes but will not be a very dark fic overall. small plot snippet for those interested: satoru honestly didn’t ever think he would end up happy in this situation, his mother practically had to drag him down the damn alter, not that you had seemed any better off, but something about the way you look right now has his heart missing a beat in his chest, a stuttering thump he can feel all the way in his throat. he doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything look as beautiful as you do in that moment. you catch his eye, a small smile forming as you wave at him from across the room, where his rotten grandmother is probably harassing you about getting pregnant as soon as possible, and he thinks that maybe life won’t be so bad anymore- won’t be so lonely anymore.
next we can expect a nikolai gogol x reader x (semi) fyodor dostoyevsky. reader is fyodor’s girlfriend (baby) and he entrusts her wellbeing with nikolai when he has to go out of the country for work and can’t take her. it is a very, very smutty fic that has heavy dark undertones that takes place in a mafia au. small plot snippet: it’s not the first time fyodor has asked someone to care for you while he left for business, but it is very rare he does have to ask. typically, dazai would be his first choice, but considering the condition you were in the last time he came home; he’d rather entrust you with what would be considered one of his favored colleagues. sure, dazai could take care of you just fun, but fyodor thinks nikolai can keep up with you in better ways.
and finally, i have a sanzu haruchiyo x reader fic coming soon! this one is pretty heavy on the darker content, and i ask you guys to please, please, please make sure you read trigger warnings before reading! it is a yandere/kidnapping(ish) fic that i don’t want to give away too much on just yet, but i have a small snippet for you guys who are interested: honestly he doesn’t think he’s ever felt such a rush of heat run through his body the way it did just now when your fingertips grazed his. he also doesn’t think he’s ever had such a small touch send all his blood running towards his cock. his hands shake as he watches your figure walk away from him and back towards the friends you came to the club with. his blood is pumping, and his heart is beating erratically, it’s almost the same way as when he feels a rush of a high. sanzu has never wanted anything as bad as he wants you right now. and have you, he will.
#upcoming wips#blckbrdlove#abbie talks#fic: ioblwbbrbig#attack on titan x reader#eren yaeger x reader#eren x reader#eren jeager x reader#nikolai x reader#bsd x reader#fyodor x reader#naoya zen'in x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo revengers x reader#sanzu x reader#sanzu haruchiyo x reader#tw: dark content#tw: daddy kink#please send me an ask if you have any questions!!!#or thoughts!!!#tw: inc*st
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Hello Ellie! Ive haven’t get seen a ppb (picture perfect boyfriend) fanfic yet and I’m kinda losing my mind over it lol. Could you write some fluff between Ashton (not reboot Ashton) and MC? Like they found a way to be together and they just do silly little romantic stuff? Nothing specific do whatever your heart desires! Add some head canons if you want to! I’d love to read them. <3
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EEEEE!!!! AHHHH!! BEEN IN THE FANDOM 4VR AND I FELT THE SAME!! THANK U HEARTS ANNON!
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no notes :3 warnings for mentions of Yandere-ish behavior, I couldn't think of a plot, so made some silly headcanons for the silly guy :>
ASHTON X READER FLUFF HEADCANONS! >:3
damnn... THIS BOI SO HAPPI
Do you have any idea how much he loves that you just care enough to even try????
sometimes he still misses his friends and regrets his past behavior. this may result in tears. please comfort him!!
he wishes he could cuddle you so badly... but at least you're with him! that's all he really cares about right now!
any compliment you give him will be the only thing he thinks about for weeks! He has very low self-esteem, so means a lot!
He just loves, loves, loves cats! and if you do too.. he wouldn't mind talking with you for hours about them!
if you're an artist, please draw something for him! He'd be over the moon!
really anything you do out of love for him is something he will love for the rest of eternity!
he's so happy you're with him!!
sorry if it was a bit short!! but I do hope you liked it!
#ppb#picture perfect boyfriend#picture perfect boyfriend x reader#headcanon#dating headcanons#ppb headcanons
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Hi!
Maybe a scenario on Karlheinz and Richter getting addicted to their s/o's blood? Like they had her blood once and ever since became addicted to it.
ok... because i'm not sure if you meant karl and richter separately or not so.. i present you with all three options: karlheinz, separate, richter, separate and then both! karlheinz and richter being addicted to their s/o's blood. i.. just got another thought of them ,, 'accidentally' getting addicted to eachother's s/o's blood's(?). ? i dont feel like im phrasing it right. and if that was terrible grammar? i don't have an excuse other than - sometimes i'm dumb sdhfksdf anyways. i may post that last idea in another post, kinda depends if anyone wants it/?? but for now!!:
also. it killed me to actually write short scenarios for once lmao also if the cuts bother anyone just let me know?? im not new to tumblr etiquette but its been a while jdskfhsd if anyone has issues with it please tell me bc i have no idea
karlheinz + richter sakamaki getting heavily addicted to their s/o's blood. (both separate and also. not lol)
umm, for content warnings i guess, there's really not much to any of this but is more like.. a mental dive into like.. their sanity during this ?? ahfdss i almost want to say it gets yandere-ish, but honestly i'm not sure. dialovers has really confused me with such lmao
if this isn't to your liking/what you preferred, i'll rewrite to your liking!! still not sure if i'm making sense but its 4 am. yea i know i write everything at 3-4 am buuut.. everything still comes out ok right??? DSjfhdsf idk i feel like it also came out more of like. a poem or something. hfhghd just let me know ok?? thank you for the requests as always <3
edit: this might seem a little sloppy ? maybe? hopefully not ??? i ended up writing this a while back and coming back to something after a while .. is tricky. i still really hope this is okay!! i need to get content out hjgfdsf busy times ;;
karlheinz
He wasn't sure how it happened. He could recall when, however. As cheesy as it may be, Karlheinz' first taste of them was, for some reason, one of the things he'd craved the most since a long time. After he had gotten just a taste of their blood for the first time, it almost drove him mad with how much he wanted more. Not only because controlling that itch is difficult (though not exactly a struggle for a more powerful vampire such as himself), but also because he couldn't put a finger on why. Why did their blood taste like nobody else's he's had? It was almost annoying with how Karlheinz' thoughts were busy running constantly, the taste stuck in his mouth yet, there was none of it.
It was dangerous. For both of them.
If the king started to lose himself even more, which he already was, for some reason he couldn't piece together, which then added yet another thing to his mental, and physical torment. Something in him snapped that very first bite, and ever since, the man has felt himself lose his grip on both himself as well as reality. Even if he had indulged, the more frequently he did so, the more likely death was to approach his beloved.
And for whatever reason, even daring to think about living without them was painful. He felt as if he should keep them isolated, protected from his desires that only got greedier day by day. Was it fear? Karlheinz did not believe so, but what he did believe was that this had to end. Before he truly went mad. Before they die. In which Karlheinz would tear them apart, savoring their delectable, deadly blood for the last time. Perhaps it'd be better that way. If they no longer existed in the world, it would make things so much easier for Karlheinz.
This likely wasn't love, Karlheinz knew so already. But did it matter? As long as he could keep them to himself, with no one to interrupt.. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. For it to just be the two of them, his sweet little thing that makes the man want to succumb constantly.
To be rid of them was definitely the best option, if both Karlheinz and his precious prey held any value for their life. This sudden downslide of his sanity was a first, and every possible way he could think of for handling it did not please him. If Karlheinz kept them, they’d be completely drained after a point of time. If he disposed of them, there’d be an emptiness to Karl that couldn’t be filled. Letting them live but keeping a distance from Karl would not work, either. The thought of anyone else drinking their blood was almost... painful.
There was another option, however, if such thing was possible.
To turn them. To stake his claim over them forever.
There were to many options. None of which he wanted to pursue, really. He wasn’t sure about any of it. He wasn’t sure how they managed to beguile him in such a way.
What he did know was that this obsession he had over them- the way they had him completely spellbound, somehow- was frustrating. And, it was definitely not going to last for long.
richter
In the perspective of this brooding vampire, love at first sight was nonexistent. The way he treated his prey almost said otherwise, though it certainly wasn’t love. Nor did it have anything to do with sight; rather, it was taste. He had always been an obsessive man, an obsessive lover. It was almost inevitable for everyone he managed to get close with. The number of such is low, for sure, especially for being someone his age, but regardless, this has happened before.
Unlike his awful brother, Richter could expect this. He foresaw it the moment he even considered drinking their blood. It wouldn’t be the first time, and, if they are able to survive his obsession, which was already pretty intense, then hopefully it’d be the last. It also wouldn’t the first time he’s said such a thing.
To his own dismay, he knows this should end. He’s not concerned for himself, but his beloved, rather. As odd as it may seem, the man has loved before. His view of love may be just as strange as the rest of his family, but did it matter? His love also just so happened to be one of the reasons he was thriving, both figuratively and literally. Blood was a powerful thing, and after so many years, Richter could admire it, at least slightly. At the very least, he was thankful.
However, in this case? Their blood was purely his. He knew this, yet, he worships it. He worships them, for being his, for being such a bewitching creature. Maybe it wasn’t just them, perhaps it was just his nature to dive deep into any sort of attraction he develops. Maybe it was something else completely.
He knew what he had to do. It would be merciful. The ‘humane’ thing to do.
As if he had morals.
His love was not safe near him, and truthfully, it was a genuine concern whether or not they’d survive Richter’s never-ending hunger for everything they had to offer him. Blood, body, soul. But, he wasn’t strong enough to do so. They were his weakness.
And he planned to keep them for as long as possible.
+ bonus karlheinz & richter
Again.
Of course.
Fate was not kind to Richter, and he was aware of this. Yet, it seemed the world was not content with allowing him to not compete for love.
If this was even a matter of ‘love’. It was definitely arguable- he enjoyed their company, sure, but whether their company beat their blood taste? There was a clear winner, for now, anyways.
Yet again, the younger Sakamaki must fight for what he desires. Because, naturally, his elder sibling yet again had no need to fight for anything. It was them. The one Richter had grown ..attached to, putting it lightly. And what does Karlheinz do? Swoop in and try to seduce them into his own arms?
It was horrid. But, unsurprisingly, not the first, and definitely wouldn’t be the last. It seemed to be the way the world worked- Obviously fate favored Karlheinz over Richter. Surely.
Karlheinz did not believe so. Was there an issue with seeking out what you desire? Karlheinz knew what good blood tasted like, had sampling plenty throughout his life. He just had an eye for it, you could say. Apparently, this was something he had in common with his brother- the dark haired man had a knack for picking out good prey, something Karlheinz couldn’t deny. So, why wouldn’t he try to get a taste?
In Karl’s eyes, if they truly were a good little pet, they wouldn’t need to even think of any options. Why refuse him? He could show them a world so much better than any way his brother might have already.
Unfortunately, as lovely as it may be, at least for Karl, the two brothers can’t fight forever. Eventually, one of them will give up, despite both of them sharing yet another similar characteristic- determination. Ambition. Stubbornness, even.
It’d be a constant tug-of-war over the prey, and at some point, their toy might lose themself before they choose one brother over another. Neither Sakamaki will allow for it. They belonged to them. Not both, exactly, but with the rate in which things were happening, neither were going to give up any time soon.
Perhaps all three would just have to get used to endless sharing.
#HGdfshgf more about putting things under read mores: i know it's good to do so where like. . there's like. mature/triggering content#and also longer content. i just have no idea what's *too* long and what's not lol#i mean? i dont think anyone's annoyed by it and i'm 100% overthinking but shhh let me#but also dont lol thanks#its terrible and awful!! and a waste of my time!!!#cindy said :) tantrum time#no honestly not really jsdfhsdf im just tired and abusing the tagging feature. and using it as my diary lmao#also.. ive been fixated on other things. dl is still here i promise#its actually providing me lots of inspo so thats fun#honestly i'm just trying to figure out how to balance my free time more#life requires lots of work and im just ! living Jsfdjdf i want to keep myself occupied with other activities that im fixated over#first one being : genshin#the other one is a secret but its super dark. like very. anyways#yeah that's where ive been#then?? then i just fell into naruto again somehow lmao#it always happens to me :'((((#FJDHFJDSFH#right now the fixation is on sasuke. for some reason. umm#KHFdsfs#honestly idk if i like this but i just needed to post something#or else i'd get eaten up by guilt#i hope this is okay ;;;;#Diabolik Lovers#yandere diabolik lovers#like i said i feel like i went with a completely different style with this one ..?? i dont think i love it but.. whatever#karlheinz#karlheinz sakamaki#karlheinz sakamaki x reader#richter sakamaki#richter sakamaki x reader
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Fearless
Part VII
Pairing: prince!Bakugo × duke’s daughter!reader, a bit of Izuku x reader
Warnings: yandere-ish behaviour, obsession, stalking, Bakugo being an ass; may get darker as the story progresses.
Words: 1.1k
Summary: Locked in a body of a fairytale’s character, you are forced to live her life, obeying the the rules of the story where you are the villain. Do you really have no choice but to accept her fate?
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
Part VI
P.S. Sorry it took me so long to write this chapter! Hope you'll enjoy it <3
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"What do you think it is?" Aizawa asked you from behind, nearly making you jump as you nervously bit down on your lower lip, feeling the Queen staring at you intensely.
"Isn't it one of the fae curses?" You muttered, gently touching Bakugo's arm and tracing pitch-black lines with your finger, almost afraid to voice your concerns. "High Fae's curse."
Despite you having no warm feelings for an asshole your ex-fiance was, you really hoped you were wrong because otherwise Bakugo was completely fucked.
A High Fae's curse. Where on Earth did this wannabe murderer find a High Fae when he was ought to be kept in his chamber at the royal castle at all times?! How damn mad did he have to make this fae to curse him so bad? It was deadly magic, surely. You really, really hoped something could still be done because otherwise the Queen was going to be burying her son in a couple of days at the latest.
Naturally, like any doctor of his caliber, Aizawa had been researching fae's curses for quite some time, but you were unaware if he knew what exact curse it was and whether he succeeded in finding the correct formula to treat it, and the thought scared you to death. You really didn't want to watch Bakugo die.
"You are correct, my lady. It's Invictus in its early stage," the man behind you said and went back to his bag, full of bottles and jars that kept clinking against each other the second he lifted the bag from the floor. "It seems I didn't spend all this time teaching you for nothing."
"Wait, but I thought only the High Lord of the East can cast Invictus," Izuku barged in unceremoniously, scratching his head. "How did His Highness even met him?"
"Yes, you are right too, my lord. But we should leave this matter to Her Majesty because it doesn't concern us, and we will not benefit from discovering the truth."
His sarcastic tone made your adopted brother go red, and you sighed, rolling your eyes to the ceiling. It wasn't the time for this. What the Hell was doctor Aizawa going to do? You felt horrible not knowing how to help this stupid, miserable prince. Was he going to die just like that? God, were you going to just stand and watch it happen?
You murmured, unsure, "We should drain the poisoned blood first, I suppose."
"Correct. Izuku, ask servants for hot water and towels. My lady, while I'm preparing the serum, make cuts in places where the lines unite and drain the blood."
"You will do no such thing until you explain me everything."
Queen's voice sounded like a thunder in the silence of the room, and you immediately turned back to her only to see her turning shockingly pale as if she saw a ghost. Despite her trying to hide it, her shoulders were shaking, and you could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Listening to you talking about some incurable curse made already scared Queen terrified to the core - her only child could die, and she didn't have the slightest idea how to help him.
"If it's a curse... shouldn't we ask magicians to purify him?" Her voice quivered, and you felt sorry you couldn't reassure her about healing her son. You had no idea what was about to happen to him, and it was scary thinking about it.
Letting out a loud sigh, doctor Aizawa straightened, turning away from the bottles he had already taken from his bag. His bloodshot eyes looked tired - he had been suffering from insomnia for years, spending his nights solely on research for the sake of people like Bakugo. Maybe it was the stern tone of his voice or the way he looked at the Queen, but once he started talking, she grew silent immediately.
"This is not a curse casted upon a prince by some sorcerer. It is a curse the High Lord of the East casted on His Highness himself," the man said grimly, watching Izuku bringing in the bowls filled with hot water and a pile of towels and bandages. "It can be reversed within several hours if the Lord decided to go with it, but I can see it is far too late for that. Invictus is poisoning prince's body. Since his disease is still in the early development stage, we can drain the poisoned blood and inject His Highness with serum that can futher purge the poison. I cannot guarantee a success, but I have healed a few patients with Invictus like him before. Now, if we may, we need to start treating His Highness. When the black lines stretching from his arms reach his neck, I will no longer be able to help."
Aizawa started moving without waiting for the Queen to agree with him as if he wasn't scared of treason. Albeit you were scared as much as someone in your position could be, you did exactly like the doctor instructed you to, not watching the distressed mother of the boy who looked so horrible you really thought he wouldn't make it. God, his chances were slim.
"How many did you save?" she finally asked when you were already sitting by Bakugo's bed, your hands hidden beneath long gloves made from coarse cloth as you made careful cuts, black blood streaming into the crudely made surgical drainage system. The smell coming from the wound was so disgusting you felt nauseous, happy you had a mask covering most of your face.
Aizawa didn't even turn back to the Queen as he replied, "Two."
"Two?!"
She screamed something furiously, but by that moment you were under such pressure you could focuse only on the black blood dripping from the wounds on Bakugo's hands and nothing else. Who cared how many people doctor Aizawa saved when the boy was gonna die anyway if no one did anything? To get through a High Fae's curse was a miracle by itself. You were ready to follow the instructions of the doctor who helped at least anyone to come out alive from this Hell, and you needed to do a good job for him.
Sometimes you really hated this world for its lack of technological advancement: there were no rubber tubes, Jackson-Pratt or Penrose drain, and the bandages were horrible comparing to what you had back home... But you had magic and elixirs and all this stuff you still hard time believing. Maybe doctor Aizawa could save Bakugo. Maybe there was a chance if you did your job right.
So you kept draining the poision from the prince's veins until the doctor finally returned with a syringe.
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#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo katsuki#katsuki bakugo#yandere#boku no hero academia#my hero academia shigaraki
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ohh what about something like yandere immortal volo finding reader again in the modern day after they go back to their time 👀
I love the concept of immortal Volo. Ngl I missed the yandere part at first and almost went ham writing a long pinning ficlet of Volo suffering. I'm very glad I waited until after I slept to start writing lol.
Content warning Yandere, Volo is rich due to money investments and scams (he does the latter for fun), abduction, stalking-ish, obsessive thoughts, desperation, hate to love, Volo pov, Volo has dilusions about reader being Arceus' child, worshipping reader, Volo murders a man with a gun
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Volo always viewed himself as a deep thinker, in this modern Era he spent most of his time thinking and planning for something he would never have. Originally he had craved God hood, but after experiencing immortality for all it was he no longer craved it. No he craved You. You who had hundreds of years ago seared yourself into his soul and defeated him; he'd hated you for much longer than he would like to admit. But over the years the truth had come to him, you weren't Arceus' chosen no you were their child, the true next God. Of course the pokemon God would send their own most beloved child to him to guide him, and he realized far too late. He'd let you slip through his fingers and he'd yet to find you again, he had no doubt though he'd find you soon.
The faith he'd find you eventually fueled him in actually carving a life for himself. When he found you he had to be ready to provide for you, to shower you in anything and everything you could ever want or need to show he was worthy of you. It wasn't hard really to become a faceless billionaire, he had the time and the smarts. The hard part had been securing a home worthy of you and creating a room you would like until the time came when you both would share a room. As humbled by time as he had been Volo knew no other was worthy to be at your side, his beloved divine deserved only the most loyal and loving consort. He dare not call himself your husband with out your permission, he had to earn that.
He made sure everything was perfect for you, and yet you still had yet to reveal yourself to him. Part of Volo nagged at him that you would be just like your parent in that way, he had squander his chance to have you with his blind need to carve a better, perfect world. But the blond did his best to ignore that. You'd show yourself eventually, be it as you were or reborn he'd find you.
Idly he'd flip through the TV channels looking for a hint of you. He didn't expected today to be any different but once again he was proven wrong. A news story from the unova region News with your face filled his screen and he turned it up. Apparently you had resurfaced along side Ingo reuniting the twins he'd accidently torn apart. You had been champion of Unova yet this information had managed to evade him. Your status and now fame would make the next parts hard, but he'd manage he always did.
He debated retrieving you himself, the hospital you were being kept in didn't have the best security. Volo could easily slip in as a guest and slip out with you in his arms. But the risk of him being tracked down and loosing you was not worth the instant gratification of holding you. He wanted you forever not briefly. So he hired a man skilled in this kind of work.
When the hitman threw you at his feet Volo felt rage bubble inside him but kept his well practiced smile on. "A little rough with my guest aren't you?"
The hitman huffed as he glared down at you on the floor squirming, "They got bite, I better be getting double our original price for this shit."
Volo was pleased to see recognition in your eyes as you noticed him, "Volo?" You asked unsure and confused, your voice music to his very core.
"Yes my love? It's been so long hasn't it? I-"
He was cut off by the thug again, "Runion later payment now or I might slip the champion's location."
Rage flared even hotter in Volo, who was this idiot to threaten him and his divine, threaten their future and safety?! Before the hyped up henchman could do anything Volo moved; a gun swiftly pulled from a hidden holster and a bang rang out.
The aftermath was instant you were screaming in terror as the other man collapsed dead in an instant. He wasn't surprised sadly, you despite all your power always sought to protect life not end it; but he'd learned long ago sometimes death was necessary to ensure your goals.
He shushed you cupping your face in his hands, "Shhhh my angel it's okay. You're safe now I promise."
You never had a chance to fight back as he took you to your new room. The entire time Volo was telling you all his plans, how hard he worked to make this island perfect for you, and how with a spine chilling certainty you were never leaving him again.
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show me heaven, take me to hell︱okkotsu yuuta x f!reader
“Going so long ensuring that you wanted him and nobody else ended up having adverse effects, all this time spent putting you first had turned him selfish, and he didn’t quite care anymore. He needs you—all of you, anything less for any longer and he might just go mad.”
a/n: this is my part for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab! i was really excited to write a fic with this prompt, and this collab was super fun so pls go check out the other writers involved!!!
words: 3.7k
warnings: ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP 18+, noncon, somnophilia, virginity loss, rough-ish sex, oral (f. receiving), fingering, choking for a quick moment, creampie, a little praise, heavy stalking & obsessive behaviour, gen. yandere themes
Yuuta liked to think he had control over his emotions—but peering down at you, he knew that was far from the truth. How those emotions manifested was what he could control, because if it weren’t for the steely expression cemented into his face, he’d be sure you’d know of all the debased things running rampant throughout his mind.
And yet, he doesn’t fear the falter in his masquerade right now.
You’re fast asleep, none the wiser to the looming figure of your boyfriend, locked onto the way your chest slowly rises and falls in a rhythmic manner. How his eyes nearly gloss over as they travel down the curves of your body, half exposed as you’ve only pulled the sheets up to settle around your waist.
Yuuta reminds himself to breathe, exhaling a little too shakily, wondering to himself how he’s made it this far. He was a damn good actor, and he knows that fact currently stood as the only thing that’s gotten him to where he is today.
If he thinks back, it’s hard to even find one moment out of all the time he’s spent with you in which he’d shown you his genuine self. Hell, the very first time you spoke to him wasn’t even honest. He remembers asking you your name after introducing himself, lying through his teeth because he already knew what your name was. Yuuta knew what rank you were (well below his), your cursed technique (too weak to really protect yourself), how long you’d been working alongside Gojo (two weeks―starting the day after Yuuta had gone overseas). But he still asked, enamoured with the way you bashfully looked down at your feet when he praised you for being able to put up with the white haired sorcerer so far.
Another lie―how he claimed he’d love to team up with you and show you around, when it was just to keep you as far from any real danger as possible.
But you didn’t know that, going along with each and every falsehood that left his mouth. Lie after lie, he’d draw on the knowledge of you he’d spent months gathering, gradually molding his character into whichever form earned those soft little gifts of affection. Becoming the person you wanted, the person you needed, slowly until you recognized him as someone special. Yuuta did everything right—only to be completely overwhelmed now that he had you alone.
Because of course suppressing himself wouldn’t work out in the long run. Burying the desire that felt goddamn near insatiable, ignoring the feeling of it festering, growing into something ugly and uncontrollable—the kind of thing he saw in others, and exactly what he was trying to protect you from. But Yuuta wouldn’t let himself believe that what you really needed protecting from was him, even though standing over you now, proof of that reality was finally beginning to surface.
Just for a second, maybe not even that, it crossed his mind—just a taste couldn’t hurt, right?
The bound passion he could never let see the light of day unraveled in the dead of night. You were just so tempting, blissfully unaware of the danger towering over you, a vulnerability that tore away at the seams of his self control.
Yuuta felt the first thread snap, a barely there fracture to spur his irreversible descent into self-destruction.
Moving without really even thinking of any future consequences, long fingers that were calloused from battle and endless training reached to where the sheets atop you rested. White, silken and gleaming under the moonlight, he carefully, calculatedly pulled them down your body. Letting it pool at the foot of the bed, he slowly appraised your sleeping form.
An almost inaudible curse left him, whispered under his breath—he didn’t even notice the way your sleeping shorts were discarded onto the floor before peeling back the sheets, but he couldn’t miss it now. Maybe...you wanted him to find you like this?
No...he knew you weren’t that daring. The two of you might be dating, but all those past insistences of not wanting to move too fast, dancing around intimacy like it was the bane of all evil alone told him that this naivety was genuine.
There was that, and the fact that you were staying in his guest bedroom. Too shy to sleep in the same bed, how cute. He was all too understanding just a few hours ago, leaving you for the night and planning on retiring to his room. Only he was drawn right back to where you lay, realizing it was yet another subconscious lie to tell you he was fine with taking things slow, giving you your space.
He wasn’t even supposed to be in this room—there was absolutely no way you planned on Yuuta finding you like this.
A voice in the back of his head warns him, tugging at his subconscious to leave you be. Yuuta ignores it for the first time, crossing a new boundary, knowing that it won’t be the last.
You’re sprawled on your back with the hem of your oversized shirt riding up just a little.
A little too much, he thinks, eyes travelling lower and lower until they land on the lace trim of your panties. Thin, adorned with a small bow at the top. His fingers itch, wanting to feel the fabric for himself, likely soft in comparison to his rough hands.
Yuuta props one knee up onto the bed, the mattress sinking slightly with his weight. With one more glance, just to make completely sure you’re still fast asleep, he allows his fingers to trace up the inside of your leg. Gliding along your calf, then meeting the soft plush of your thigh. Your muscles don’t even twitch, unmoving as his hand gradually creeps higher, higher, higher.
All he needs is to be closer, something to tide him over until you’re willing to let him in. He wants to know just what it feels like to have you under him, little weaknesses you hold that nobody else knows of.
Just a taste, he reminds himself.
Yuuta peers down at you, relieved and on edge at the same time when the tips of his fingers brush against the cotton fabric of your panties. Ever so lightly, his ring finger dips lower, gently pressing against your clothed slit.
The heat between your thighs makes him shiver, warmth pulling him in impossibly closer. Your legs are spread just enough for Yuuta’s hand to fit perfectly in between them, almost invitingly so. He feels like all of his nerves are standing on end, vibrating as just the simplest touch has such a large effect on him.
It’s a familiar feeling, despite always looking at ease, he frequently had to mask these turbulent emotions inside him so that he didn’t scare you away, just as so many others did. This new sensation, not having to worry about constant control, it was unimaginably refreshing. He didn’t want it to end.
You don’t seem to be stirred in the slightest, which is good, because he’s not quite satisfied. The both of you did have a tiring day to be fair—now making you a heavy sleeper. Yuuta deems it a saving grace, curiosity unquelled in wanting to know how far he could push his luck.
That same singular finger travels along the dainty fabric, gently dragging up your folds until stopping at your clit. Experimentally pressing into it, Yuuta spots the way your brows just barely draw together for a moment. The sound of your breathing meets his ears, turned airy as your lips part when he begins rubbing back and forth, a light friction that makes your sensitive, untouched body react unconsciously as you continue to sleep.
Yuuta thinks for a second of how you touch yourself when you’re alone—if you do as he is now, teasing your clit, making you squirm at the light stimulation. You’re not waking up, but your body is still reactive even in this state. With how your panties hug the curves of your body, how he presses them into your heat, it’s not hard to see the small patch of your arousal already leaking through.
It’s cute, you’re so much more honest when you’re asleep.
An idea strikes him, coming more as an intrusive thought than anything helpful, but it’s dangerously enticing nonetheless—if he could make you cum without waking you up. Earn a glimpse of what he hoped you’d let him see eventually.
You look like you want it, chest rising and falling a little heavier, and when he pointedly nudges your clit with the smallest increase in force, your breath hitches.
It would be cruel to leave you like this—Yuuta isn’t a cruel man.
He’s doing this for you now, not himself. It’s repeated in his head, words reassuring as he slinks onto the bed. His grip is delicate, pushing your thighs apart a tad bit more, just enough to make room to lower himself between them.
Eye level with your heat, the scent of your arousal washes over him. He can’t help but place a few ghosted kisses on your inner thighs, a quick nip at the supple skin that leads to a trail of the same before his lips hover over the seat of your panties.
Through long lashes, he focuses on your face, almost shuddering with you as his tongue comes into contact with the patch of wetness, dampness growing as he licks a slow strip up over the cloth. Yuuta repeats the action—once, twice, three times, then loses count. His movements are slow, soft and steady, taking what he can get but soon becoming frustrated with the barrier in his way.
The hands placed on your thighs twitch, and it only seems logical that if he wants to finish what he started, he needs to make things a little easier for himself. An unnatural strength imbued with cursed energy flows through his palms. He’s eager, doing it without thinking, not realizing the force he puts behind his actions until the seams of your panties tear with almost no resistance.
Yuuta’s eyes widen slightly, because his plan was to merely push the fabric aside. But that problem can wait, especially when he can’t.
The offending fabric is casted aside, and Yuuta knows he wants to take his time. Testing the waters, his thumbs come up to spread apart your soaked folds, taking in the way your hole clenches around nothing as he gently blows cold air against it.
He’s not shocked to find your muscles twitching so easily now, reacting to every little thing he does. Not shocked, but it does make him greedy. It makes him want to abandon caution entirely. Taking his time turns out to be a lot easier said than done—when his tongue places a few kitten licks onto your clit, the near sinful whimper that escapes you has his lips latching on and sucking instead.
You’re always so quick to flee from him, Yuuta can barely get a lasting kiss in before you push him away. To hear that leave your mouth, intentional or not, it’s dangerous. He’s starved for intimacy, starting to lose sight on why he’s worked so hard to become close with you, drowning in the thoughts of why he instead wants to rip that safety he provides from you entirely just to see the things you keep hidden from him and everyone else.
There’s his own personal heat building, hips grinding into the mattress now and then to relieve the ache you don’t even know you’re causing in him so quickly. It doesn’t do much, if anything it only makes his resolve weaken, low groans making their way up his throat and sending soft vibrations onto your sensitive nub.
His tongue darts back out, flattening as your hips buck against his face, trying to gain more friction.
And all it tells him is that you want this—just as much as he does. You’ve never told him, but you don’t need to. Your body speaks for itself.
The wet muscle pushes past your entrance, Yuuta’s nose bumping your clit every time his head jerks when his tongue curls against your walls. From how your body tenses, the feeling unmistakable under his large hands, he can tell you’re getting close.
All the breathy sighs and whines leaving you, the overwhelming taste of you on his tongue and in his mouth, it clouds his judgment more and more as each second passes.
Yuuta forgets about the hard work he’s put in to keep you safe, to make sure you ended up choosing him over everyone else. You’re intoxicating, and he can’t get enough. There’s no such thing as just a taste, not when he’s stopped trying to hold back and instead starts trying to devour you.
You deserve more, he thinks, coating his ring finger with your slick, teasingly swirling it around your entrance before letting it sink into your heated pussy. It reaches far deeper than his tongue, and with a few thrusts, curling his finger inside you, Yuuta finds what he’s searching for as you tense hard around the slender digit. His mouth returns to your clit, sucking and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
Yet no matter what he does, it’s still not enough. He wants to watch you finally fall apart, wants you to stop pushing him away.
And he realizes, it’s not a want, but a need. One that can’t be satisfied as easily as he thought when he first removed the sheets from your unsuspecting body. Going so long ensuring that you wanted him and nobody else ended up having adverse effects, all this time spent putting you first had turned him selfish, and he didn’t quite care anymore.
He needs you—all of you, anything less for any longer and he might just go mad.
Yuuta can’t think straight to save his life, he’s hooked on the way your body shakes beneath him, adding another finger pumping in and out of you, groaning against your clit as he desperately ruts against the bed.
You’re responding so well, it only confuses him more as to why you haven’t let him take care of you sooner, as clearly you needed him like this. He can practically hear his name fall from your lips, airy and begging him for more.
His eyes are screwed shut, and yours are open.
“Ahh—Yuuta...wh—ngh”
Those calloused fingers know just how to make you shake in pleasure, not relenting as you suddenly cum around them. He feels your swollen clit throb, over and over against his tongue.
When you start to convulse, near pained whimpers leaving you, he finally stops.
He’s frozen for a moment, your full awareness dawning on him.
A sheen of sweat clings to you, chest heaving, heartbeat going a mile a minute and hammering against your ribcage. You were falling back down from the high that made you see stars, the closer to reality you got, the more you understood what had happened.
The fear would hit you first, and it’d be fast—you’d scream, fight, try to leave him.
Yuuta knew this, he knew you, and so he moved faster.
Before you could make another sound, panic rising in your throat, a firm hand clamps over your mouth.
And god, you look fucking terrified. Both hands flying up to push him away, nails biting into his wrist while tears begin to well in your eyes. Irises swirling with fear, confusion, betrayal.
It should make him feel guilty, it does—but it’s not enough to stop him from wanting to make it worse.
His palm stays cemented over your mouth, muffling your cries. “Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay.”
It’s not, all your squirming does is grind against his aching cock. And he’s so far gone that he might as well go further—he doesn’t even try to stop you. The hand over your mouth pins you down well enough, your body so much weaker compared to his.
“M’sorry, just—fuck…”
You’re not calming down, struggling harder with each second that goes by while Yuuta fights to hold you still.
“It’s alright, baby, you’re okay.” With everything running through his mind, the only thing consistent and true is that he has to be inside you.
His free hand grips the waistband of his sweats and boxers, hastily pulling them both down at the same time. He hisses when the cold air of the room meets his cock, slapping against his abdomen. He’s already in between your legs, and you’re still trying to get away, hips lifting off the sheets as your legs helplessly kick. Your movements are uncalculated, frantic—it’s an accident when his cock brushes against your heat.
You squeal at the contact, but there’s nothing you can do to stop him from rutting against you, length sliding between your folds and coating him in your slick. A slight shudder runs through you as the tip of his cock catches on your puffy clit, repeatedly nudging it with each thrust.
It’s not enough. Not before, not now, he can’t seem to satisfy whatever want inside him has broken loose, and you’re forced to deal with it all because he couldn’t keep himself in check.
“Just relax, okay? Gonna make you feel good...promise you—”
Yuuta practically chokes on his words, lining himself up with your entrance, unable to stop his hips from pushing himself inside you all in one go. Blood rushing behind his ears drowns out the sound of your whimpers, lost in the way you keep sucking him back in when he goes to pull out. So goddamn tight—Yuuta’s glad he’s made sure he was the first to get to you, despite the circumstances.
He’s a mess, you’re a mess, it’s sloppy and it’s perfect, because the quick back and forth of his hips goes so deep that he’s grinding against your clit with each thrust. Your whines are in tandem with his movements, pain mixing with the building warmth spreading throughout you.
The body draped over yours is so much larger, broad shoulders blocking out the moonlight as Yuuta keeps himself propped up above you with a hand beside your head. The one over your mouth disappears, lightly wrapping around your throat for better purchase instead.
It’s too easy to lose himself now, letting his guard down—and you jump at the chance.
There’s a shove to his chest, and then he’s being kicked down the bed. The door is on the adjacent side of the room and so to make quick time you scramble across the bed sheets. Of course, a hand too cold clamps around your ankle, and it feels like he’s about to crush the bone beneath when Yuuta drags you back.
All your pleas go ignored, and he’s suffocating as your body is pinned against the bed by his own.
A lanky yet toned arm snakes around your waist, lifting your hips to meet his. “Just a bit—” there’s a pause, groaning as he drives his cock right back into your pussy, “—bit longer…”
Yuuta hasn’t completely forgotten why he decided to take things this far, his free hand reaching down to toy with your clit. With the new angle, his cockhead hits that soft, spongy patch that has your walls fluttering around his length.
Your fighting spirit diminishes more and more, not much strength to begin with in how you were woken up, only worsened by the way the coil in your stomach keeps tightening. When you go to shove the arm wrapped around your body, it’s not genuine, not completely at least. You’re overwhelmed just as much as him, and letting it happen doesn’t seem all that bad.
Slick is dripping down your thighs, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room alongside his grunts and your airy moans.
There’s a shake in your body, legs unable to keep themselves up as your voice breaks through the noise. “Yuuta...p-please…”
It doesn’t matter what it is you’re begging for exactly, but he tries to console you anyways. “I’m right here, baby. Just let go for me…”
The pads of his fingers press harder circles around your clit as the cant of his hips picks up.
You’re reaching your end, unmistakable in the way you tighten around his length, your muscles contracting and releasing. Yuuta is right behind you, thrusts growing erratic, barely pulling halfway out before sinking in again.
“Ah—that’s it, cum for me, good girl—”
There’s a moment where you go quiet, body locking up and mouth opening into a silent scream. It’s enough to have Yuuta’s body reacting much the same, a harsh ‘fuck’ leaving his lips before painting your walls white. There’s no thought to pull out, just that he wants to relax with you in his arms.
You’re trembling, aftershocks washing over you in waves, especially when he slowly drags his cock out and past your g-spot before leaving you empty.
Yuuta finally releases you from his hold, watching as you slump pitifully into the mattress. There’s a trail of his cum leaking down your slit, a little pool of it forming on the sheets. You look absolutely ruined, face turned and smushed against the bed—he can see the tears heavily wetting your cheeks, mouth agape as your chest heaves.
And he just...stares. Somewhat out of breath himself, hunched over, unmoving otherwise while realization crashes down on him.
You’d never forgive him, you’ll leave the second you get the chance. What Yuuta’s done to you is irreversible.
...As far as you know.
It’s always been like this, he thinks. Yuuta keeps you endlessly in the dark, meticulous pre-planning to make sure you’re protected always. And so he steps away, tucks himself back into his boxers, pulling up his sweats and grabs his phone. It looks like you’ve pretty much fallen asleep, which makes his job easier.
Plan A through Z, Yuuta has something to fall back on no matter what.
The screen illuminates his face, fingers swiping until Inumaki’s contact shines back at him. The cursed speech user owes him a favour, and there’s no time more perfect in Yuuta’s mind than now to cash it in.
A deep sigh from him sounds throughout the room—you won’t remember this happened, none of it. Yuuta will clean you up before Inumaki arrives, use reverse cursed technique to handle any wounds you may have, and then he’ll have his friend make you forget anything past going to bed.
While he still wants to keep you safe, keep you pure—it’s no longer for the same reasons.
Darkened eyes land on your weakened form, and Yuuta knows this won’t be enough for him. You’ll push him away, he’ll get impatient...the rest is predictable, to say the least.
His message sends, phone turning black.
Somehow, he’ll need to find a way to earn more favours.
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His Experiment
Summary - There was no escape from an alchemist who wasnt finished his study, scrutinizing eyes keeping watch over you as he patiently awaited for results. What he did with the experiments he’d finished getting the results from, you knew not of. Only the wry hope that he would hurry and dispose of you.
Pairings - Reader x Yan!Albedo
Warnings - Yandere-ish behaviour, slightly suggestive, angst
A/N - I’m going to be posting this later, but its 3am and I just really wanted to write some angst for Albedo. Like I love him, but this is necessary luv <3
“This isnt love Albedo… this isnt love.”
The dim room felt suffocating, the candle on your bedside flickering with the intensity that pressed between you both. Backside pressed against the cool surface of the wall, breathing ragged and bound in the enclosed space.
Albedo across the room from you paced. His footsteps were silent on the carpet floor, hands laced behind his back as he did so. It was too dark to see what was written on his face, but you knew without a doubt that it was void of emotion. Distant, far away, too far away. You couldn’t reach him anymore, couldn’t cradle the length of his jaw and hold him close.
“This…” Albedo spoke up, tone soft. “This isnt love?”
It was hard to swallow, forcing down the bile that rose at your throat. The sickening bitter taste that clung to your tongue. “No,” you replied hoarsely. “This is not love. This is not what love feels like.”
He hesitated, you spotted the abrupt change in his pace when he paused. Pensive stare as he slowly turned his face to angle at you, the candles gentle light giving you a good enough look. His lips were pressed into a firm line, eyes gazing down at you, face posed like a statue. He didnt blink, an unmoving figure that stared only at you, as if you were another puzzle he had to figure out. “Why?”
You almost wanted to laugh.
“Why?” You repeated, harsh with your words as you leaned forward. “‘Why?’ Have you seen me Albedo?” You wanted to move your hands, but the tight rope that bound them behind your back prohibited you from doing so. You clenched your teeth, frustration building at your eyes, tears brimming. “Take a good look at me,” you spat out. “A ‘good’ look Albedo, tell me what you see.”
“You,” he merely whispered back. “I see you.”
You flexed your wrists, testing your mobility, testing your ‘patience.’ “You see more than me. Do not spare me the details, I want to know exactly how you see me.”
Emotionless, he answered. “I see you,” he repeated. “I see your eyes, you’re angry. But its not about our conversation… no, you’re angry with me. You’ve been biting your lips, you do that when you’re anxiety stricken. The way you shift your knees around, you’re nervous, but the sight itself is arousing.” He rubbed the back of his neck absentmindedly, these observations were nothing unique, no he was stating things he noticed, kept track of. “You’ve been sitting their for only a few minutes, but you’re already leaning from side to side, you’re growing numb. Also been trying to get out of the restraints on your wrists, are you cold dear? There are goosebumps along your arm.”
This didnt come as a surprise, though the accuracy of his observations was the cause of the cold feeling crawling up your arms. Up the curve of your spine and along your neck. Just until you were paralyzed, fear held you in place. “I’ll ask again Albedo,” you simply said in a repetitive, robotic voice. “What do you see?” When he didnt answer, you elaborated. “Friend, lover?”
He didnt answer.
He didnt ‘need’ to answer.
No no, you’d settled on a conclusion yourself. Drunk on his silence and obscure answers, you rose to your feet, the numb sensation itching your toes. Rage, you felt ice cold rage jolt through your veins. “Im not an experiment Albedo,” you seethed, again pulling at the rope on your wrists.
“Experiment?” He took a step towards you, drawing out each second that he did. “I love you do I not?” You took a step back.
“You call this love? Locking me away and keeping me ‘safe’. Is that not what you do when you store your viles in the cabinet to test later? Taking care of them?”
“But I love you,” he persisted. “I obsess over my experiments for a short amount of time, that is not love.”
And was this not an obsession?
You were done with trying to get these common ideals through his head. Instead you stomped towards him, until you were mere inches from his face did you say, “Not because you love me, means that I feel loved.” You wanted to press a hand to your chest, struck by the reminder again that you were bound. Again, tears threatened to spill. You were so ‘angry,’ not wanting to cry to give him the satisfaction of another reaction to analyze. Archons, this was so frustrating.
But instead it was the cool feel of his fingertips against your jaw, gentle with his touch. “Its alright to cry,” he soothingly whispered, holding your face in place when you tried to move away. You despised the way his thumb gently ran across your cheek, face pressing close to give you a kiss on your forehead. “You must be tired, lets get you ready for bed.”
His other hand looped around your waist and suddenly you were trapped in his embrace, strong hands pulling you to the shower and out. Palms keeping you in place as he dressed you and did as he saw fit. As he tucked you into bed and pulled the covers over your form, wrists still tied.
Only then in bed did you let yourself cry.
Fat tears rolling down your plush cheeks, eyes burning when you finally let yourself release all these raw feelings. There was no escape from an alchemist who wasnt finished his study, scrutinizing eyes keeping watch over you as he patiently awaited for results. What he did with the experiments he’d finished getting the results from, you knew not of. Only the wry hope that he would hurry and abandon something that held no use to him.
At your sobs, Albedo pressed you close to his chest. Arms gentle when holding you, fingertips playing with the roots of your hair. He was so good at this, knew just the motions to get you calm, the words to have you breathless. You didnt miss the way his finger slid against your wrist, feeling for your heartbeat, his breath slowly following the rhythmic pattern of your pulse.
His experiment.
Tucked in his arms, you could only hope he found his results soon.
Even if it meant disposing of you.
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Hi, 🖐 I was wondering if I may request a fic or head cannon, which ever you prefer, of some somnophilia Shigaraki. He drugs reader cause he has it bad for her and he thinks that's the only way he can have her. Then he's "enjoying" her sleeping form and she wakes up and she's into him, maybe she even says something like took you long enough. Please. I really enjoy your writing, the period sex is just...🥴
Reader came out a little more yandere-ish than I usually go for but that’s life ig
Also feel free to request more period sex I literally cannot get enough of shiggy being gross and tryna make his poor lil gf uncomfortable <3
| NSFW, somno & drugging (obviously), a teensy slight bit of angst but it’s all happy in the end
You’d liked him since you first spoke to him. You’d come with Himiko to join the league, being friends with her long enough you more or less let her drag you around on a daily basis. You’d asked her to just turn back, you wouldn’t be an asset even if you did agree with what they were trying to do, but she said there had to be something you could do to help and tugged you into the bar. He’d asked for your name and said you were useless to the cause but you still felt blood rising to your cheeks whenever he set those piercing red eyes on you.
When you’d been accepted on the condition you’d help and do whatever he told you, you’d kept to yourself, only interacting with your friend and occasionally Magne. Your quirk wasn’t really suited to combat but you helped around the hideout, working on preparations and anything that needed to be done in public since no one knew your face. You did whatever Shigaraki told you to, agreeing before he was done speaking and scurrying off before he could tell how flustered he made you.
Over the next several months you actually got to talk to him more and before you knew it you were head over heels for him. You liked his ideas, the way he articulated them, even the fucking hands all over his body made hearts shine in your eyes and wetness pool between your legs. Then weird stuff started happening.
You’d wake up feeling hungover despite not drinking, seemingly having intense wet dreams that somehow left your throat raw and stains covering your sheets every night. You nearly thought you’d pissed yourself there was so much of it. After the first week you got suspicious, but ultimately chalked it up to stress, despite how little sense that made.
Shigaraki didn’t know how to process his feelings. When Himiko had shoved you in front of him he’d had to be aloof, mean even, to stop himself from coming across like some loser with a huge crush. He couldn’t even talk to you at first, but every time you came around you didn’t act scared of him, just nervous. And then you started talking to him and he just liked you more.
He swears it was an accident the first time. You’d had too much to drink one of your first nights at the hideout and he helped you to bed. When you were sprawled out, disheveled on your bed he couldn’t stop himself. He was just going to kiss you once and leave, but you were so soft, and the light sigh that passed your lips made him come back for more. That night he’d held and kissed you for hours, but left before he went too far.
The second time it happened, it wasn’t an accident. He craved the warmth from your skin and the sweet taste of your lips, so he drugged you; watched you sip your one and only drink of the night and swept you off to bed like a kind leader. And at first he was content just to kiss you and lie beside you.
After a month, he snapped. The feel of your skin was too much temptation, so he slipped you an extra strong dose and got off from shoving his dick down your throat while you slept. The next morning he couldn’t look at you and left the second you mentioned a sore throat and started coughing. Since then he couldn’t stop; he jerked off over your face, rubbed his shaft against your skin, and used you in every way he could think of without fully violating you.
Tonight he’d decided he couldn’t stop himself and it would be better to indulge himself if it was inevitable anyway; it wasn’t like you’d ever have to know.
You sat beside him, nursing the drink he’d drugged for several hours while you chatted. You only got one third of the way through before your words became a little slurred, and unlike normal when you’d just down the rest and go to bed, you left it unfinished. He panicked slightly for a moment until he noticed you still seemed tired enough that he could do what he wanted, then he helped you to bed. He felt bad; you clearly trusted him, but he couldn’t stop himself. He’d waited long enough.
When he was sure you were out, he started stripping you, letting his eyes soak up all the naked flesh he’d let you keep secret until now. He’d even bought gloves that covered his last two fingers just for this; pulling them on had him salivating with anticipation.
He crawled over your limp body, gently grazing his fingers along your soft skin. His lips pressed against your forehead, then down your face and jaw until he latched onto your neck, intending to leave just a few hickeys where you weren’t likely to see. As a reward for how patient he’d been. You moaned softly, making him pull away with a pop, worried you were waking. You didn’t stir, though, and he continued.
He spread your legs, sucking drool back into his mouth at the sight of your slightly damp folds right in front of him. Tentatively, he pressed a kiss to your clit, watching your face for any sign of you waking. He quickly lost himself as he delved in, lapping up your fluids like your cunt was the last thing he’d ever taste. Your lashes fluttered, a combination of tolerance to the drug he’d been using and the decreased amount making you more aware much sooner.
“Shigaraki?” you called sleepily, having dreamed he was there before you opened your eyes. He froze, tongue still pressed against you, and looked up just as you saw him. Your face burned, eyes going wide at the sight of your boss dining between your legs. He leaned back, licking and wiping your juices off his face as he blushed and stared at the floor.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. You shook your head, still in shock but wanting to reassure him more than anything.
“I-I like you!” you blurted out, sitting up and covering yourself with your blanket. You sat in silence, waiting on him to respond, neither of you looking at each other.
“...You do?” he asked after a long pause. You nodded, premature tears stinging your eyes at the rejection you anticipated. The position he’d been in made you think he just wanted to defile you and leave, uninterested in your actual affection. He dropped to his knees before the bed, eyes just as wide as yours and the hint of a smile hovering on his lips.
You inched closer, both unsure as you approached each other mutually for the first time. His face finally hovered in front of yours, just as you’d been dreaming of for months. Your hands gently held his face as you closed the distance, and you felt his breath hitch when your lips finally met. The texture was rough, but his lips were pleasant and his kiss felt better than you’d imagined.
The fact he hadn’t said anything seemed to confirm your suspicion; that he wouldn’t want anything beyond sneaking around with you in the night. You pushed the thought away, intent on savoring him, even if you had to lie to yourself about what would happen when he was done with you. For now, you could pretend he loved you.
He gave your blanket a small tug, and you let him pull it off, leaving you naked as he crawled onto the bed. You were coaxed onto your back as he hovered over you, never breaking the kiss. The hands you’d been staring at for months caressed your skin, his fingers finding their way to your clit and rolling it gently. You gasped into his mouth and he rewarded you with his tongue, letting it play with yours as you ran your hands through his hair.
At a speed you didn’t know he was capable, he undressed himself, eagerly pressing his body back to yours the second it was bare. You wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging tightly to him as he rubbed his shaft along your slit, gathering slick onto his skin. He kissed you again, sighing softly into your mouth when you deepened it on your own. Your tongue shyly intruded into his mouth, just enough to coax his into tangling with it.
His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, one moment groping at your breasts and the next squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise. You gingerly gave him the same treatment, brushing your fingers along his torso where his ribs prominently stuck out against his pale skin and his stomach, rigid with lean muscle that trailed down into a wild mess of white pubic hair. When you touched his cock he stiffened, pulling away to look down at you with a slightly hazy expression.
“You really want to?” he asked softly, eyes wide as they searched yours. You nodded, kissing the corner of his mouth lightly.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time,” you admitted, trembling slightly as his fingers curled under your chin to tilt you into another kiss.
He pressed in, already well lubricated, and buried himself completely in your warmth. He groaned against your lips, both of you panting. As he started to thrust, he gripped your clit in his fingers just a little too roughly, toying with it and reveling in the sounds he could draw from you. Your whimpers were slightly muffled against his mouth, however if anyone got too close to the paper-thin wall of your room they’d easily hear.
You’d been close already when you woke up, and his rough treatment quickly pushed you over the edge and you creamed around him. He groaned loudly at the feeling of your walls contracting, hammering into you faster as he got closer to his peak. The overstimulation made you squirm, still holding him close despite his abuse to your clit as well as all the sensitive places inside.
His cum was warm, shooting out in thick streams against your cervix as he buried himself deep. He thrusted shallowly through his orgasm and went slightly soft inside. The fingers clutching your puffy nub slowed to a stop along with his movements, and you relaxed. Then, you felt him harden again.
It had been too much before, but the feeling of him fucking his load into you and the obscene squelching sounds had you nearly sobbing. You held him tightly, trying to muffle the sounds in his neck as he ravaged you a second time, resuming his ministrations to your clit. He went faster than before, pounding you into the old mattress of your bed and making it squeak loudly. You didn’t have the mental capacity to care anymore.
The orgasm he forced from you made you see stars, your eyes rolled back into your head and you moaned loudly against his skin. This time he followed almost immediately, groaning as he snapped his hips harshly against yours. His cum leaked out around him, pooling under you and creating a sticky mess on your thighs and the sheets.
He rested atop your body, shaking slightly as he panted and came down from his high. Your stomach sank when he moved, no doubt to leave since he’d gotten what he came for. He pulled out with a soft hiss, surveying the mess he’d left with satisfaction.
You were shocked when he flopped over beside you and slung an arm over your stomach, contently nuzzling into your neck and leaving several soft kisses there as he started to drift off. You tentatively pressed your lips to his sweaty forehead and nearly cried when you saw a small smile grace his features in response. Heavy-lidded red eyes met yours, his usually tense face wearing an expression you couldn’t quite read.
“You’ll be my girlfriend, right?” He kissed your cheek, clearly expecting a yes. You stared at him with wide eyes, nodding frantically when you found you couldn’t speak. He sighed happily and closed his eyes, pulling you a little closer. His serene expression made your own eyelids droop, and soon you were unconscious, too, elated and secure in the knowledge that he’d be there when you woke up.
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Could you do yandere ochako, momo, and midnight (if you dont do any of these characters you can choose I guess) (also separate plz)who got hit with a quirk that turns them into males. And for the longest time they wanted to have a baby with their fem s/o so now they were like "OH SHIT I HAVE A DICK NOW WELP ITS TIME TO FUCK!"lol feel free to ignore me lol😻
Oh my, a very spicy request indeed! Thank you for your request :D I decided to only go with Midnight, because I was afraid that I would write three stories that are a bit too similar, so I hope you don’t mind!! I hope you like what I wrote for you :)
Warnings: nsfw, Midnight grows a dick, impregnation, implied non-con-ish at the end
Word count: 1406
Strange attack - Yandere!Midnight x fem!reader (NSFW)
(Y/N) pressed the doorbell and waited patiently for the door to open. She quickly ran her hands through her hair to make sure she looked nice. After all, her girlfriend had invited her over for dinner; she had to look perfect.
A dumb smile made its way on (Y/N)’s face. Girlfriend. Even though they’d been dating for so long, it still sounded special to her. They had just been co-workers until she confessed to Midnight a long time ago. At the time, she couldn’t possibly believe that someone as cool and cute as Midnight actually accepted her feelings, nor that she actually felt the same way towards her.
Even though she was particularly excited for this dinner-date, she was a bit worried about Midnight. They had been fighting some villain together that day and Midnight was hit by one of his attacks. Instantly, she fell to her knees and stared into space with wide eyes. (Y/N) remembered how shocked she looked. When she asked if Midnight was okay, she quickly snapped out of her trance-like state and mumbled a quick ‘yes’ before rejoining the battle.
In the end, they managed to defeat the villain and capture him, but that encounter seemed to have had quite the impact on Midnight. Perhaps the others didn’t notice because they didn’t know her as well, but (Y/N) certainly saw the small changes in her behaviour. She tried to touch (Y/N) every chance she got, whether it be putting a hand on her wrist or standing so close their shoulders were touching. Every time (Y/N) glanced over at her, she saw that Midnight had been staring at her with a slight blush on her face. At first, she dismissed it as things that fresh lovey-dovey couples do, but as time went on she realised that for Midnight, this kind of behaviour wasn’t normal.
Something was off.
(Y/N) sighed as she played with her hair. Perhaps she’d find out what’s going on when she talks to Midnight.
It didn’t take long before (Y/N) hear hurried footsteps approaching the door, which promptly swung open to reveal Midnight. (Y/N) smiled at her and waved, excited to see her again, but she hesitated in her movements when she took a good look at Midnight. She was also smiling, but it wasn’t her regular smile. It was hungry, more of a grin. Her eyes were strange too, they were almost feverish when they were scanning (Y/N) up and down.
Suddenly, Midnight grabbed (Y/N)’s shoulders and dragged her inside her home, quickly shutting the door behind them. She pushed (Y/N) with her back against the wall, caging her in with her arms. Leaning in so close their lips almost touched, she said in a husky voice: “You know, since that villain attacked me, I’ve felt so strange. Even now that feeling is still here.”
She pushed (Y/N) legs apart with her knee and pressed her body against hers, her breasts squishing against (Y/N)’s. Midnight’s lips placed butterfly kisses over her cheek, over her neck, and collarbone. (Y/N) felt her face flushing a bright red, but she quickly recovered. Being partners with Midnight also meant regularly doing stuff like this together, although she’s being a bit more straightforward than usual today. She wrapped her arms around her back to pull her even closer, but she stopped when she felt something hard against her thigh. Something hard and rod-like.
What?
Midnight seemed to have noticed her reaction and brought her lips to her ear. “Do you feel it? It’s strange, right? To be honest, right after that attack, I felt something down there and when I checked it out later, I discovered that I have this now.”
After saying those ominous words, she leaned back. After unzipping her pants and pulling them down, a large cock sprung in sight. It was so hard and twitching so much that it looked about ready to burst.
Wrapping one hand around it, Midnight starting pumping up and down her length while biting her lip. “It feels really good when I do this. Do you want to see how good it can make you feel?”
(Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise. How on Earth did this happen? Did anything else change in Midnight, too? How long would this last? She had to take her to the hospital immediately and try to find some way to reverse all of this!
Midnight leaned in closer again, pressing their bodies snug against each other. She placed light kisses along her jawline, as the knee between (Y/N)’s legs travelled higher until it reached her crotch. Using her knee, Midnight rubbed her through her panties. After placing her hand at the back of her neck, Midnight roughly pulled (Y/N) into a heated kiss, making (Y/N)’s head go completely blank. The hospital left her mind; only Midnight remained.
Without any warning, Midnight lifted (Y/N) up and brought her to the bedroom. After throwing (Y/N) on the bed, she quickly climbed on top of her and trapped her in her arms. In a haze of kisses and arms traveling across each other’s bodies, their clothes ended up on the floor.
Midnight positioned herself at (Y/N)’s entrance and prodded at her lips with her new dick. Every time her dick came into contact with her skin, shudders ran down her back. “It already feels so good, I can’t wait to see how good it will feel once I’m actually inside!”
(Y/N) put her hand around her cock an lead it to her opening. In a desperate voice, she whined: “Come on, just put it in already.”
“Your wish is my command.”
With those words, Midnight pounded into (Y/N)’s hips, driving her dick deep inside of her. (Y/N) gasped at the sudden movement. As Midnight slowly began moving, she dug her nails into Midnight’s back. It felt so much different than when they used strap-ons, so much better. She could feel every bump, every vein on the surface of her dick. It didn’t take long before her brain had turned to mush and she was reduced to a moaning panting mess.
Midnight was the same. As she repeatedly thrusted inside of her, drool started rolling out of her mouth as she moaned: “(Y/N), you feel so good. My hips won’t stop moving!”
With every thrust, (Y/N) could feel the knot inside her stomach tightening further as Midnights’ dick starting twitching more and more inside of her. Midnight clamped down on (Y/N)’s hips with one final thrust, before releasing her seed with a load grunt. The sudden warm feeling drove (Y/N) over the edge; as she came, her walls clamped down on her dick, as if to squeeze out every last drop of cum.
Panting, (Y/N) relaxed onto the bed. However, Midnight soon started pounding into her again. Shocked, (Y/N) looked up at Midnight, who had a disturbed look on her face. She squished (Y/N)’s cheeks with one hand and forced her to keep eye-contact with her.
“I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t speak anymore. Trust me, after I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I’ll fill up that tight little pussy of yours with so much cum you have no choice but to get pregnant.”
A look of confusion dawned on (Y/N)’s face. Pregnant?
Midnight thrusted roughly into her, hitting the opening to her uterus. All coherent thought left (Y/N) as she felt ecstasy run through her body at every thrust.
“Remember that talk we had, about wanting kids? This way, we won’t have to adopt. It’ll be our child, our biological child. I’ll fuck you real good, I’ll fuck a kid right into you.”
As she spoke, her movements became quicker and more frantic. (Y/N) could barely listen to the things she was saying. All she could focus on was how good she felt.
Midnights’ grip on (Y/N)’s face became tighter. “We’ll be a perfect little family. I’ll provide for you and you’ll take care of the kids. We’ll be together forever, you have no choice once I knock you up.”
(Y/N) knew she should’ve protested, put a stop to it right then and there, but she just couldn’t. Everything was a haze and even if she wanted to speak, she doubted she could make comprehensible sentences.
Midnight started pounding deep inside of her, making her see stars. “I won’t stop until I filled you up completely with my cum.”
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