I saw a video about how when a honey bee gets covered in honey the other bees in the hive will help clean them because they become too sticky to be able to move properly, and my first thought was of the yandere Bees and how they would react to something like that happening to their darling (sorry if this is long lol it's my first request)

I'm trying so hard not to think of a "stuck in the wall" scenario with this but my brain really isn't giving me another choice. Like yes usually they would help clean you up and be terrified you somehow got hurt (you didn't, you're just really sticky) but-

Lets say an accident happens and you were stuck on all fours, maybe your hips stuck in the air, the middle of spring, their mating season is kicking in and they're a little more hostile...Im just saying.

Some of that honey might even be used as lube. They get a little freaky during mating sessions anyway so I wouldn't keep it out of the question.

-Mommabean

— Worshipper of our ruler

Pairing: Yandere bee’s x GN reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior, gore description, NSFW at the mid-start, manipulation and overbearing aliens, being spiked, and slight NSFW towards the end; aka, cliffhanger.

A/N: These bee characters belong to @yanderemommabean — I decided to write a fic based on the alien bees cause I love them!! I also wanna say I hate the ending, I was unsure how to end it, so sorry!! Enjoy though <33!

Happy Halloween by the way 🎃 🖤

Once you arrived at the planet with your crewmates, it was… interesting to see the bees work and arrive on a daily basis. They were hard workers, working 12 hours at a time to make sure their palace didn’t break. Though, you seemed to notice how there wasn’t a ‘queen bee’ or, at least someone in top control.

Other than the capital leader ruling, it was hard to keep up the palace rules and work-style. You could see that every poor bee was stressed, so you decided to offer some help, or at least be some help to them, even though you were a small human.

You thought they’d decline you, seeing that trespassers were killed on site, but the moment they saw you, they buzzed at you, staring at you with such adoration and animated-like heart eyes; falling head over heels for you.

Originally, the plan of coming here was to agree to the terms of peace with them and get out of there. But, when you came to meet the military and the capitol leader, they immediately saw something in you: a type of look in their eyes that would give anyone goosebumps. From then one, they and the other bees always wanted to be near you, praising and whispering of how wonderful you were. At first, you thought it was because they’ve never seen a human outside of their globe, so you couldn’t blame them or get upset.

They always grasped at your hands, comparing their huge paws to your… small ones. Seeing that you were way shorter than them, a few feet to be exact. The humanoid insects always insisted on taking care of you and keeping you inside, decorated you with the softest silk whilst using the excuse of ‘we’d never want you to get hurt!’.

They always carried you and always wanted to invade your privacy: begging to bathe you, rub their honey-scented lotion on your skin and hand-feed your favorite meals.

They loved you and always wanted to be near you. Their clingy behavior was exhausting, especially with their roaming hands that always clung to your body.

But, when it came for you to leave and escape from their palace, it was terrifying. The moment your captain patted your back, smiled and congratulated you for the hard work you did: gaining the trust of the bee colony. But to your surprise, you heard growling behind you, then swarming of the bees, rushing you to come with them; an ‘emergency’ taking place.

You left your captain behind, seeing that they desperately needed help. After they picked you up, flew you to your chambers while cooing at you, you realized what they were planning: ‘you’re such a wonderful ruler, please lie down on the bed for us!” and “We’ll please you, you’re so pretty!”.

You remember losing your voice in your throat, getting hit climax after climax whilst your body ached of pure pleasure. You wanted to move, scream, yell at them and tell them to stop. But, you couldn’t, they looked at you with such—

“Your majesty?”

You blinked in surprise, looked at the doorway as you rested on the giant bed; connecting eye contact to a female worker. Of course you had zoned out, I mean… how couldn’t you? You’re taken captive in a huge place that is surrounded with thousands of humanoid bees, who expected much from you.

“Y-yeah?” You answered anxiously, looking at your clothes whilst fiddling with your fingers.

Her buzzing was loud. She smiled happily, coming in to deliver in which… what looked like a good meal but you weren’t hungry per say. You were rethinking your life choices, the ‘what if’s’ spiraling in your head as the event replayed in your mind.

You remember that day so clearly, as if it was yesterday. At this point, you’ve lost count on how long you’ve been on this planet; everyday was and is a ‘new day’.

If you could, you'd escape, get up and frantically look around but each time you did, you were gently pushed back into the soft cloud-like bed. They always praised you, saying ‘you need to rest for the young!’.

Yeah right, you couldn’t! It was almost—

“So!” The female bee started, her antenna’s bouncing: “Today we are scheduled to have you do some bed-work. But of course, we’ll take it easy.” She chirped loudly, clasping her hands together as her wings fluttered.

You nodded hesitantly, smiling anxiously. Hearing multiple footsteps, you glanced at the hallway behind her, seeing more workers welcoming themselves into your chamber, shuffling around hugely.

Your heart raced, seeing that the female worker kept babbling on what you’ll do that day, but you couldn’t concentrate on her. Seeing that the male workers that came in, were huge… a whole lot taller than the woman in front of you talking about the damn schedule.

“Does that sound good, your Majesty?” She asked, leaning down to observe you innocently.

“Uh… what?” You asked, shaking your head at your thoughts. You readjusted yourself on the bed, leaning on your knees at her.

She frowned, making an apologetic face: “If that doesn’t sound good, I’ll make a change!” She stated loudly, grabbing the paperwork from the clipboard she was holding, looking through it: “I understand this whole new schedule may sound stressful, we only want what’s best for you!”

“No..! No, it’s fine,” You assured her, grabbing her hand gently, slightly squeezing it.

She still had a frown on, “Are you sure? I can change it!” She moved to grasp both of your hands together, looking at you with her big doe eyes. Her hands were extremely warm and cozy, it almost wanted to make you hug her, have a massage and possibly fall asleep in the cozy bed of yours.

You smiled to not make her upset, reassuring her again, “Yes—yes it’s fine.”

She smiled again, her wings twitching from the praise you gave to her. “Mhm! I’ll tell the captain while the others get ready for your bath. Please enjoy your meal, your Majesty!” She bowed at you, her antenna’s bouncing within her movements.

She left the room, shutting the door with a slight ‘click’. Then, some male guards come in, representing a ‘protective call’ from the military captain. Normally, they’d come in and ask if you wanted anything or they could do something, but they were terrifyingly quiet.

As you finished your meal, you exited your room to the bathroom, where you met some bee workers in the bathroom, almost waiting for you to arrive.

“Oh, your Majesty! we weren’t expecting you yet!” The male one said, who got up to bow at you; slightly smiling whilst buzzing with excitement. “Please,” He started again, his hand directing at the tub: “Enjoy the warm bath as I get the wash workers!”

You smiled towards him, nodding at his statement as you watched him slide past you. Even with their high intelligence and tall structure, they always were so kind and gentle with you. Watching your every move as if you would shatter like glass, it was comforting to know at some limit.

As you undressed yourself, leaving the dirty silks on the white-covered floors, you welcomed yourself to the right temperature of water. You sighed heavily, leaning back against the tub as you played with the water with such boredom.

“My Ruler?”

You jumped and screamed, slightly pressing yourself against the corner of the bathtub. You made direct eye contact with a few female workers, one of them being the other bee lady that was in your room earlier.

“Uh,” You started, “Hi…?” You said awkwardly, embarrassed with the loud yelp you expressed.

They all giggled, hand pressing against their lips as they welcomed themselves into the bathroom, making sure to place your clean clothes on the sink; including letting them join you in the warm water, which was quite comforting.

As the girls helped wash you, gently rubbing the loofah on your delicate and squishable body; taking extra precaution on and around the purple-hickeys and sore spots. They purred at your pretty skin, commenting that: ‘it always smells and looks so pretty!’. They kissed every inch of your skin, looking at you like a rare piece of ore.

Then, two of them gently lifted you up, making sure to wrap a towel around your body, getting your legs and arms well dried before leading to the well-known bedroom of yours. Of course, they dressed you in the best of silks that were made for their best ruler, they only cared about you and your opinion on things after all.

One of the female workers sits you on the bed, making a ‘nest’ in front and behind you before making sure to comb your luscious locks to take out any knots that had formed. This was probably your best part, slightly humming to the every know and again giggles that came out of them when you groaned in satisfaction.

All of the sudden, the sound of the main lady bees made you come out of your euphoria coma: “Dear Ruler…? May we do something?” She smiled in her tone.

You nodded from behind, expecting something other than the now-roaming hands all over your body: making you gasp yet moan in surprise from the extreme pleasure that had occurred all of the sudden.

You felt hot… extremely hot and wet.

“Oh, G–od,” You murmured under your breath, leaning over and trying to concentrate on your breathing other than the multiple warm… hands that worked around your hips, sliding down your thighs and back. It makes your skin have goosebumps, almost pleasuring you just by touching your skin.

“The medication seems to be working,” A female voice purred loudly, making you feel ashamed from the liquid running down your now-open thighs.

You sighed shakily, “T–the… what?”

They all giggled, their hands massaging your back and bum as they squished every part of your body. It made you whine loudly, pressing your back against what you could describe as a pillow of clouds.

You looked up, seeing the bee lady pleasuring you from behind. Realizing... you were laying on her chest: “Oh–Please… S–top. Let me—”

She ignored your protests by giggling, rubbing her nose against yours and continuing her and the other assaults on your poor body that made you so hot and bothered that it seemed to make you desperate for any contact.

They all gathered around you, pampering your delicate skin with kisses and petting your hair: “continue for us, your Majesty. We want more, nothing to be embarrassed of!” They chriped one after the another, buzzing and fluttering loud and clear.

“Oh… God,” You whined, grabbing the sheets under you as you reopened your eyes to see much more workers than you remember seeing.

You quivered from the goosebumps, slapping their hands away in overstimulation.

They all looked at you, making you speak up: “Please… no more. Wha.. ah… did–you do to me?”

“Your Majesty,” One of the male workers started, “Please don’t fret!” He frowned. “We’ll take good care of you, like how you took care of us when we relied on your aid.”

They all nodded, watching your reactions very closely before grasping at your body again: “Please! Allow us to pleasure you in any way… you deserve it.”

Before you could speak again, your body and mouth betrayed you: body violently shaking from the immense pleasure that jolted through you like lightning and babbling out curses.

“Your Majesty,” A female bee started, pushing you on your back as more surrounded you: “We’ll make this as pleasurable as you want! Please, allow us to touch you in ways!” She begged, joining the continuous assaults on you.

All you could do was moan, whine, and whimper as praises and love comments were thrown at you one after another. It was like a dream, a pure… pleasurable dream.

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Worshipper of our ruler by: @yandere-kokeshi

When I read this fanfic I didn't hesitate to make fanart to the charming secretary

Her design automatically spawned in my head

Bees are so sweet

Building a Hornet’s Nest

Male Wasp Hybrid Harem x Feminized Male Reader (CW: Noncon, musk, pheromones, bukkake, gangbang, double penetration, wasp men, oviposition, feminized male reader, drug-like cum, wasp transformation, DNA manipulation, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 3.7k (Sorry that this took so long. Sorry that this is so weird. I hope some people can find the degeneracy within themselves to enjoy it.) 

When your distant uncle had passed away and left you a property you were surprised to say the least. You were more surprised to learn that it was on Arcadia and that your uncle had never lived long enough to go and see it as he had been ill for some time before his passing and he was not particularly old either. Years ago, unknown to most of the family, he had procured a modest plot of land on Arcadia, a distant planet on the fringes of known space. A true modern day frontier. It was known for its mega-flora. With flowers that grew to the size of trees in some cases. It was also known for its giant docile bees. They were just like bees on Earth except much much larger and they were stingless, it was very easy to domesticate them and now people used them on Arcadia to develop many rare and exotic honey types from the strange alien flowers. Your uncle had wanted to be a beekeeper, he was apparently going to invite you on the venture with him seeing as how you were both into farming and working the land and you had helped him with his beekeeping when you were younger, but he never recovered from his illness so you did not find out until his death. With only a bit of hesitance you decided to pursue your uncle’s dream. When you first got to Arcadia you were in awe by how tranquil and picturesque it was, the pictures and videos that you had seen certainly did it no justice. Unlike Earth most of the foliage was various shades of red, orange, and yellow. Giant blooms of every shape and color imaginable were everywhere, with the exception of the clearing that a small settlement had been built in. Despite being here for a few decades it was still very much a quaint little frontier town, pleasant enough people, offering just the bare essential services. Then there was your new plot of land a few miles from town. It was… run down… to say the least. But you made due, you had sold everything of significant value that you had owned back on Earth and were fully committing to this new venture. And, after a few months, your efforts finally paid off. A giant mansion sized barn for your future bees was built and your house was repaired. All that was left to do was wait for your shipment of buzzy friends to arrive. Well they wouldn’t be so busy when they arrived, as they would still be pupa, but within a week or two the pupa would be finished developing into full sized giant docile bees, they would accept the barn as their home and set up shop. The day came when your shipment finally landed and you were so thrilled, they came off the hover truck and you hurried them into their new home, carefully placing them horizontally into cells in the walls and capping them. In truth you had been more than a bit worried, you were running perilously low on funds and had to go with a discount bee supplier that seemed just a slight bit unreliable. But it seemed you had worried for nothing, here were your bee pupa, nice and healthy. Though they did seem to be a slightly different shape than they looked from the advertisements and videos, you were sure that nothing was wrong. You could barely contain your excitement, you had heard that these bees easily imprint on their humans and are very loving, soon they would establish a hive and your goals would be obtained. It would be slow at first, as you only had enough to get three pupa, but you would get there eventually. You couldn’t stop yourself from checking the barn every few hours. 9 or 10 times each and every single day. The wait was torture. But finally, after about 12 days, you heard buzzing coming from the barn when you stepped out of your house in the morning, you practically tripped over yourself running back inside to grab the collars for them and then dashed back outside and across the field of flowers you had started to grow for them. You opened the door to the barn and… it was NOT what you were expecting. The three pupa were no longer in the cells you had packed them so lovingly into, but they sure as hell were not bees either. Instead, standing before you were three wasp-men. You knew what these were, genetically engineered human-wasp hybrids, that typically had smaller genetic contributions from several ant and bee species as well, that were typically used in highly regulated projects or otherwise extremely shady sources of labor on the very unregulated frontier planets. The question was how did you get them? Did someone’s order get mixed with yours? With how much energy and enthusiasm you opened the door with, they were all now intently staring at you, and to say that they were intimidating would have been an understatement. They all looked fairly similar to one another, red and yellow plates of chitinous exoskeletons covered their feet, arms, legs, chests, and backs. The only thing lacking the exoskeletons were their faces, abs, asses, and crotches. Which were very much exposed, showing off scarily long cocks and heavy balls. They had red bug-like eyes, they had fangs but otherwise regular mouths, but they sat between a set of wicked looking mandibles. Antenna twitched on their heads, sticking out from long blood red hair. Each had a set of large wings folded behind them. Their antennas twitched in your direction as they also sniffed the air curiously. Uh-oh. They were from a shady source so who knows how unpredictably they could act towards you, so you wisely decided to make a hasty retreat, but they quickly flew over to you and pulled you back deeper into the building. “Where’s the rush?” one of them inquired in a slightly buzzing but deep voice, “Me and my friends just woke up here and need some answers.” “Uh-uh okay, sure, what do you want to know?” The one speaking put his arm roughly around your waist and pulled you closer to him. “Well, we are looking for the person meant to be our queen, do you know where they are? Your scent is the only one here. Did you put us in the wall compartments?” “There isn’t any queen, but y-yeah I was the one who bought your pupa and put them in there.” He took a moment to feel you over with his antenna, it probably would have tickled had you not been scared shitless. “Sooo… you’re the queen? Or are you under someone??” “There isn't one! And I own this land and made this building for bees…” One of the other two wasp men chimed in at this. “Ha! Bees? Those weak passive ones that have no human in em and are about as smart as a pet dog? You’re lucky you got us instead, we are far superior!” The one holding you now much too tightly replied while flexing his free arm,”He’s right, we are much better. You really lucked out little queen~ We can keep you much safer.” He licked up your neck with a long narrow tongue making you shiver. “I told you, there isn’t a queen!” You were beginning to grow annoyed with the cyclic nature of this conversation. “You bought us? You own this territory? You put us in cells so we could grow?” “W-well yeah but… I’m n-not-” “You’re our queen then~ Don’t be scared we’ll keep you all safe from the big scary world! You’re far too weak and squishy to just be left alone.” “Ha! Yeah, just a pathetic squishy little human,” the third one that had been silent up until now chuckled as he poked you hard in the stomach. The one holding you grinded gently into your ass, his cock fully erect and prodding your cheeks. “This ass is soft too~ Bet it feels great inside, doesn’t it little queen?” “S-stop, please, I’m not a w-woman!” “Awe, our queen is a bit dumb too~ Good thing we came along to take care of you. It doesn’t matter if you don’t think you’re our queen yet, we’ll rape you full of our eggs. You’ll look so lovely full of our spawn~” As he said all of this he began to gently rub his hand against your crotch and the other two hybrid men stepped closer. Between the unwanted touching and the mention of the word rape you decided it may be worth the risk to try and escape anyway, but your struggles didn’t last long. The man holding you shook you a bit violently until you were unsteady and still and then held the top of his wrist to your neck. A long thick black needle protruded from his wrist and was pointed at you threateningly. You turned away, trying to put as much space between your neck and the sinister looking needle as possible. “Maybe you aren’t too dumb, you know what this does don’t you my queen? It’ll hurt terribly before paralyzing you and allowing us to play with you at our leisure and make you fulfill your royal duty~” You let out a pathetic whimper in response. “Oh, don’t worry, I don’t want to use it. How can you squirm around my dick if I did? So just relax and let this happen the easier, more fun way, okay?” He nibbled on your earlobe and you went completely limp in his grasp, signaling that you wouldn’t put up anymore of a fight. “Heh heh, excellent choice, my queen~” The other two wasps chuckled cruelly as well as one pulled your shirt off and the other wasted no time in unburdening you of your pants and boxers. They stared at you hungrily. Your nudity only fueled your fear and you had to stifle your instinct to flail, thrash, punch, and run. But doing so would surely make things much worse for you, better to just let them have their way and get it over with and hope you could sneak out after maybe when they were sleeping or otherwise distracted. You could feel the cock of the hybrid behind you gently rubbing against your hole as he licked and bit at your neck. He bent down behind you and spread your cheeks, making you shudder as an inhumanly long tongue prodded your hole before sliding in deep, stretching you out gently as it probed and making you twitch and grow hard as it found and focused on your prostate. The genetics for their tongues definitely came from long tongued bees. The wasp man behind you got up and resumed pressing his cock into your hole. “Just getting you good and ready queen~” He whispered softly into your ear. His large cock mercifully massaged copious amounts of thick precum into you to prep you for breeding. At least the entry wouldn’t be unstretched or dry, because that’s not something you would have put past them. The other two wasps were busy rubbing their hands all over your body, rubbing your belly, groping your ass cheeks, stroking your face with surprising tenderness, and contrasting that with rough greedy groping of your soft thighs and tugging at your hair. As the one behind you slipped inside your well lubed ass a second wasp enveloped your hard cock entirely within its mouth while the third kissed you passionately, its tongue fervently exploring every inch of your mouth. You couldn’t even yell in pleasure or protest the pain of having your ass invaded by a large inhuman cock as the long thin went down your throat, making you gag a bit. Finally respecting your need to breathe, the wasp removed itself from your face and began biting your sensitive neck, adding to the complete overly stimulating waves of sensation already being caused by having your dick enveloped by a hot mouth and your prostate gently kissed by the rhythmic thrusts of the other two insectoid men. The one attending your cock took his free hand to massage your balls and that led you to possibly the quickest orgasm of your life. In any other situation you would have been totally humiliated, but you were long past having any dignity today. The one behind you did not relent in his fucking of you, but instead picked up the pace a bit as he felt your body shudder, the one sucking you off hungrily swallowed your load before licking his lips and getting up. “My, you were really pent up my queen, and you produce such sweet honey for me!” He pressed his lips to yours, letting the taste of your own cum permeate your mouth. Between the kiss and the constant pounding of your ass you whimpered as you were already hard again, the wasp that had previously had its tongue down your throat now replacing the one that swallowed your cum at your cock, kissing the sensitive organ before licking it and sucking your recently emptied nuts. You whimpered as they continued to manhandle your sensitive body. The one pumping into your tight hole finally slamming in hard and cumming forcefully, depositing something round and hard into you as he did, making you flinch a bit in surprise as you remembered that they reproduced via eggs, it did not really hurt, but you felt a tingling inside where the waspoid cum touched you. The cock inside you lingered a while as it filled you but once it slid out and away from you your ass’ rest was short lived. One of the wasps laid with his back on the ground and with his cock pointing up, the other two bringing you over to him and forcing you to lower yourself onto his eager, drooling, prick. Your well stretched hole slid on him easily and he gripped you tight and forced you up and down on his length. That special spot inside you was rubbed once more, making you shudder in unwilling pleasure, your body completely betraying you. The pace was slow enough for you, and surprisingly he seemed unwilling to seriously injure his “queen”. As you were finally getting used to the motions one of the other wasps, the one that had already filled your ass, came up behind and slid his cock back inside you with his friend’s so that you were now being plowed in tandem by the both of them. As you gasped from the sudden extra intrusion abusing your insides the third wasp took advantage of your open mouth and wasted no time in putting his dick in your open mouth. You could taste his precum, oddly enough it had just a slight soothing effect and you noticed it tasted of honey. Filled to the brim with cock, you started to get a bit more relaxed as time went on, not overly so. You were still very unwilling and any pleasure was purely physical, incidental, and frustrating, but whatever was in the honey like fluid dripping from his cock was definitely making you a bit less stiff and just a tad bit less defiant. While this was happening you thought you could remember hearing something about this, that modified wasp and bee species made substances that could calm down their queens when distressed, both in fluids and via pheromones. And now that you thought about it the musk that hung heavily in the air was strangely comforting, it was like the more of the precum that dripped down your throat the more you were affected by the smell that these men were giving off. Not nearly enough to really lose yourself though, it was far more subtle than that. It was also probably why you did not feel too much pain anymore despite two dicks pistoning your ass, as one cock thrust forward the other pulled back. All the while the one occupying your mouth was happily pumping away, content with enjoying the wet warmth of your mouth as he fed you more pre. Between all the sensations overtaking your body, the cocks sliding in and out of you, the pheromones and relaxing fluid, and the hands roaming over your sides, face, and thighs, you couldn’t help but blow another load, right on the wasp that was below you. “See? It feels good to be our queen, doesn’t it,” he asked with a mocking chuckle knowing full well it was just your body’s response and it didn’t mean you were enjoying your predicament. After several minutes the one making you suck him pulled out and moaned as he came all over your face, covering you in warm slippery fluid. There were no eggs in this ejaculation, he was certainly saving all of those to be deposited deep inside you to go along with his friend’s. Your skin tingled a bit where the cum touched you and you began to feel just a bit dizzy as your inhibitions slowly lowered just a bit and you became even more relaxed. The cum was much more potent than just the precum and the load up your ass was gradually affecting you as well. Musk permeating the air was much thicker than it had been, or maybe you just noticed it more now, but it was making you drool a bit and you couldn’t help but bounce back a bit against the dicks in your suddenly hungry hole. “I feel really weird… can we stop now…” You stifled a cry, something wasn’t right, you were much more sensitive than normal to everything and you were having difficulty thinking clearly. The wasps all smirked as they ignored you, knowing that their fluid was slowly turning you into a weak little queen they could worship and fill with egg after egg. It was slowly changing your very DNA, making you receptive to hybrid pheromones, making you crave them. The one that had previously unloaded in you pulled out and came all over your back. Moments later the one below you working you on his shaft like some kind of living sex toy slammed you down to the base of his cock and filled you deeply with even more eggs and semen, causing you to spasm and moan weakly with a dry orgasm of your own. “Fuck! You’re a great incubator!” While you were panting and trying to recover the wasp previously abusing your mouth unceremoniously pulled you off the cock you were on and gripped you tight from behind, his erection easily sliding in your cum leaking entrance. “Not done yet, being queen is very busy work, you have to take my eggs too~” “P-please no more, I-I feel funny,” you pleaded desperately as your head was swimming with mixed signals. You knew you didn’t want this but you were so light headed you could barely think, and now these wasp men smelled so alluring, and wouldn’t having more eggs in you feel so nice? “I-I n-need to s-stop…” You felt an instinctual need to keep letting them fill you up, but at the same time you were burning up and truly felt feeble and sick. “Shhh, shhh, just relax, okay? You have been such a good mate for us so far~” He licked a long stripe up your neck with his thin tongue and held you tighter as he continued grinding into you. Without warning he started flying a few feet in the air while still breeding you, his insect instincts telling him to give you a proper nuptial flight. In no time the other wasps joined in as well, both of them in front of you, tending to their precious queen. Rubbing you up and down, smearing the fluid that covered you into your skin, giving little kisses and nibbles, and caresses where they saw fit. They were a bit brutish, but they knew the transition occurring in all of your cells was a rough one and they wanted to help their queen embrace his new role as easily as possible, especially since you had been such a perfect weak little mate for them. You would have continued to beg for them to stop, but it felt so nice now. And it would have been so ungrateful. These nice men were taking care of you so sweetly, giving you lots of eggs to tend to, choosing you to take care of them. It made you feel fluttery in the pit of your stomach. You were so lucky. With a shudder the final load of eggs was unloaded into you, the wasp man behind you wrapping his legs around yours as he came. They all gently lowered you to the ground, one of them keeping you in his arms with you leaning against him and burying your head in his neck before passing out from sheer exhaustion. The wasps’ fluids were still hard at work rewriting your DNA, somewhat like a virus. It was definitely taking a toll on you. Your harem of wasp-men took you to your house and had you all washed up and bundled in your bed, keeping a dedicated vigil over you as you had a deep but feverish sleep. They did not like seeing you uncomfortable, unless it was from them teasing you. But they knew it would be worth it, when you woke up in a few days you would be totally dependent on them. Your new insect DNA demanding you to always be by one of them for safety and telling you that you would constantly need to be incubating their eggs. Their pheromones would comfort, alert, or arouse you based on what they needed to communicate and you would produce some as well that allowed them to track you and be aware of your condition. You’d even grow antenna and your skin would take a reddish tone. You would technically be a wasp hybrid yourself, but that would be the extent of your transformation. Just a weak incubator hopelessly dependent on them for the rest of your life.

For this au, I have thought over a few different scenarios, explored alternate plots and characters, I've even had dreams that inspired it! All this to say, welcome, to the Marvel platonic yandere 🐝Bee!AU! I have another name in mind, but it is in the works. I'm thinking of calling it the 🐝BeeBrood🍯AU!

I have inspiration from a dream or two I've had, as well as the Brood species from Marvel comics, and the 2019 Marvel Resurrection comics. Now, this au is mostly soft, sweet, and fluffy... but, there will be moments of platonic yandere-ness. That's a given. You can imagine any Marvel platonic yans you want, heroes or villains alike, but if I write a scenario, it may be vague, or I may use a specific group and/or characters. All said, let's buzz by the basics for this 🐝BeeBrood🍯AU!

This is set in a world/universe where everyone was still a hero/villain as usual, buuut... a new species seems to be running rampant through the galaxy. Some new species, spreading fast and with no signs of stopping. The heroes and villains alike (plus the reader/bby) are on Eartg when they strike... The species is odd, but they share similarities to the Brood, such as using spores and other methods to convert most of the populace into drone-like beings, loyal and obedient to the Hive, while the species notices just how powerful, how mighty, how astonishing the heroes and villains are... and they decide they need these beings in their collective, they could benefit from these magnificent specimens, so wise and creative and unique, who have defeated countless threats in the universe! So, they capture who they can, dragging them deep into the bowels of their Hive-like ship/transport, where they can... prepare... their newest members...

The reader is the last one standing, pretty much hiding who they can away from the bee-like aliens, fighting back where they can, and running for their life when they can't. The reader grows more tired and exhausted as each day passes, growing weaker every passing hour. They can't keep it up for much longer... And they eventually are caught, and forcefully taken back to the Hive...

Once there, they try to escape, only to be taken to a warm, honey-comb like room, in shades of honey orange and gold, which fills with a soft yellow pollen, which when breathed in, relaxes the reader to the point of passing out... When they wake up, they find they are in a large, plush room, filled with a vast, nest-like bed and beanbag-esque chairs and lounges, pillows scattered around, and curtains draped around the room... and the bby soon notices their friends (heroes and/or villains) are there...

Turns out, they've been made the rulers of the Hive, putting them in charge of the workers and drones, and having every resource of the Hive at their hands... the bby tries to get up from the plush bed, but falls back down, feeling tired and dazed... The room is filled with a smoky haze, smelling sweet and spiced. It keeps them all feeling calm and relaxed, to ensure they feel no need to leave or to fear.

Their captors/new subjects have special honey for them to consume, to help their growth in power and control over the Hive collective... but it adds a few traits of the species, as time goes on... and a thirst for more to join their Hive... and since the bby is so young, and keeps trying to escape, their fellow rulers have to help them relax... and if their bby needs to relax in a room specially designed for younger rulers, filled with the sweet, thick incense and with a special pod/cell to rest in that helps the process along, then that is okay. Their platonic yandere/s will be there to hug them, to comfort them, and nothing will stop them from helping their bby see the light, to enjoy their new abilities and power, and to be loved and adored...

After all, they are the Queen/King/Monarch Bees, and their word is the Hive's command...

Hello! 👋 Could I get a yandere, normal and Humans are cute au! Transformers Prime matchup (as a human), please? 🐅 I've read the rules and I hope that I didn't do anything wrong by accident (and counted the words right!).

I'm 18+ and transmasc, so nsfw is fine. Gotta love the big alien bots! I use he/him or they/them pronouns. I'm demisexual and attracted to men.

I'm a deeply emotional and usually quiet person. More of a listener than a talker unless I'm really comfortable with somebody. I like listening to what other people have to say and if possible limit my company to one person at a time. My main love language is physical touch and words of affirmation are a close second. I believe good communication to be the foundation of any relationship. My personality type is INFP.

My main interests are art (painting, sculpting - traditional mediums) and video games as well as exploring the human mind through works of fiction. I really like immersing myself in new and different worlds - sci-fi and fantasy genres are wonderful! Sometimes I write things on the side or make ocs for myself. I also really like densely green areas and like visiting forests whenever I get the chance to. I also like electronic music - synthwave. I ADORE tabletop RPGS! I like making a character and then acting them out. I prefer audio books over reading and I have poor eyesight (near sighted).

Dislikes: children, loud noises, crowds, being approached from behind or surrounded, being yelled at (I will cry.), having to wake up early, hot weather

Breakdown is Yandere for you!

Breakdown absolutely adores how small you are. Decepticons hold no love for humans or any organics for that matter, but you have a special place in this Con's Spark.

He will tell you stories about the Bots and Cons he has fought against and how they never stood chance against him. Only one has been able to match his strength and that was this green Autobot called Bulkhead, but Breakdown doesn't talk about his losses since he wants to stay as the strongest Mech in your mind.

He will happily hug you if it makes you happy and keep you close by. If he let you out of his sight even for a second, you might be trampled by some Vehicon or worse, try to contact Autobots and attempt to leave Breakdown.

The Con warrior isn't the most artistic but he enjoys watching you do what you like. Video games are new to him also, but if you show him fighting games he is SOLD. Humans have virtual fighting simulators? So cool!

Breakdown is interested in your games and having your own characters, but if things get too complicated for him to understand, he usually spaces out.

It's easy to forget when you are around him that he is a ruthless Decepticon warrior and an extremely protective one at that. If anyone even looks at you in a funny way, he has his hammer out and is threatening the guy and literally making them beg for their life. No, they shouldn't beg from him but from you!

If Breakdown thinks that the apology isn't good enough he sees nothing wrong in teaching the Con or Bot some manners. He is just looking out for you.

I match you with Bumblebee!

You're one of the few people who can understand Bumblebee, but what draws him towards you is how you perk up when something you like is being discussed about.

Raf was just one day talking about how he thought about getting into some RPG games and you light up like a newborn star and start telling and explaining everything you might know about the games.

Bee makes a comment that you are really cute when you talk about your interests and you two kinda became a thing.

Bumblebee enjoys quality time with you and loves holding you close as he plays you some of your favorite songs, usually electronic. If he is feeling like showing you some affection, he tends to choose romantic songs.

If the two of you take a trip somewhere, he likely will play your current audiobook in the speakers.

The yellow Autobot would love to tell you about Cybertron but his words are limited so he relies on other Bots to explain about their home planet to you.

Bee is familiar with sci-fi but fantasy is new to him, but luckily he is eager to learn. He would love to create new worlds and your own characters! He wants to badly be a strong and heroic warrior and save you from evil goblins. He just wants to be your hero in shining armor in both game and real life.

Knock Out is your owner!

You were originally a gift to Knock Out from Breakdown. The big brute wanted to make sure that his lover would always have someone to puff the red mech and that he could never feel lonely when Breakdown wouldn't be able to be with him.

Knock Out thought it was a joke, but then he looked at you and decided that "Frag it" and took you in.

This sleek beautiful Con is a good owner. He takes care of things that belong to him, and you are one of those things. You're a fine human specimen, even if a little quiet at first. He encourages you to speak because he wants to hear you praise his paint job or finish.

He will take you out with him to see drive-in movies and shop for stuff. You're his pet so you must look at least half as good as he does.

When Breakdown is gone, like, gone for good, you're there to offer Knock Out company and sympathy. He doesn't cry, he is a Con, but he will quietly hold you in his arms as if you would also disappear if he let go even for a second. You're the last thing he has of Breakdown and he will cherish you.

Please, do paint a pretty picture of Knock Out or make a statue of him. He will love them because he knows that you put a lot of effort into them.

These games you show him are interesting to say at least. Knock Out likes playing with you, even if he needs a moment to learn, but he makes a great Bard.

You would think he would make his character a Cleric or a Healer, but nope, he wants to sing about his glorious looks and the exciting adventures the two of you end up on.

Character datability master list:

(the au version) (link to be added)

Apples.exe: goofy goober, loyal, smart, needs therapy, and is trying to be a better person. Also taken, dating hyaline. (@the-jester-doc's character)

Prime: egotistical, strong, smart, and slightly sadistic. Also dweeb

Zweifel: extremely traumatized boyfaliure but also gamer boy. Don't take his ass to a circus

Avis: I mean he was literally born for one purpose and that was dating so... I mean probably would be good? (Him and the next can be found at @the-text-beekeeper )

Foux-bee: see previous but also add zero empathy, humanity, or understanding of the difference between pain and pleasure, and what little they do know is from... Like reader x yandere shit. (Edit: nevermind he was fuckin killed by @the-text-butcher )

Clone 007: will straight up kill you. Don't even bother. (LOOKING AT YOU @f4y3w00d5. You can't fuck the clone. He is ace.)

Fursona apples Felix: he is tall, he is traumatized, and he is malnourished. I mean if you like tough looking but soft... Just date tool. And no you cannot fuck him, he is also ace. (@ignisuada because... This is basically your boi at this point (the ace comment is not about you it's about furries as a whole))

Monster apples (@plushiemonstervoid): little baby boi. He is goop and kitty cat. They even purr.

Eivel (@the-forgotten-god-of-spite ): I mean spiteful blacksmith made of flame.

The hunter: nerdy librarian who CAN be a badass. Sometimes. If not near someone he likes.

The Lighthouse keeper: he is only called that due to his lighthouse tattoo, and... Well if you know BioShock lore you know why he would have that. Anyways onto what this list is actually about, he is loyal, protective, and doesn't need much of anything to be happy.

The angel: homophobic, transphobic, and religious. Also dating a trans masc serial killer so taken and a hypocrite. Also the angels everything is an analogy for something but I won't tell you

El Carnicero: said serial killer. Taken. Obviously.

Private "Apples": I mean if the comedic relief character in war movies is your type.

Cashew: Alien piloting a robot. I will not hear you out.

(I will keep updating this too. Just not much. Or often. Probably at most a few times a year. If I remember)

SIDE BLOGS INFO

@wackyinflatablearmtubeman - Small Sign spinner who is just trying his best to hold down a job despite having horrible luck doing so.

@king-vortigern-pendragon - Legend Of The Sword Rp blog for Vortigern Pendragon

@somanydumbwaystodie - Airheaded idiot cop who is cursed to die in horrible ways and can never find peace.

@brain-over-brawn - Tiny Alien Brain who is trying to disguise as a human to study them and learn how to take over the world with his boss.

@running-on-co2 - Once turned science experiment now the worlds greatest robotic assassin.

@chalk-it-up-to-fate - Well known Artist who traps people in a fake world of his own creation due to envy of the people in the human / real world.

@in-heaven-everything-is-fine - Eraserhead baby Au blog from the movie Eraserhead.

@twists-and-turns-of-fate - Demon muse that wants revenge on one man and seeks out a way to destroy him and the clones that he has created as well as others he sees as threats

@heartbrokenwhispers - Yandere muse blog for a man trying to find love but who keeps having horrible luck doing so.

@the-dukes-archives - Dark souls Rp blog for Seath the scaleless and other muses from that fandom.

@ceaseless-chaos - Prince of Chaos who is cursed to be in pain all his life and only find comfort in his own siblings corpse that he thinks still watches him.

@the-monster-of-scotland - NESSIE!

@lordseekerlucius - Lucius Corin blog / Envy from Dragon Age Inquisition.

@you-reap-what-you-sow - Harold blog from Scary Stories to tell in the Dark series.

@run-run-as-fast-as-u-can - Smol tiny baker trying his best with a cursed magic oven that can make baked goods come to life.

@rise-up-like-glitter-and-gold- Elden Ring Multi Muse blog for my tarnished and my OC Rune.

@the-galaxy-is-on-orions-belt - Small Alien Prince tasked with keeping the world safe from destruction.

@bee-my-queen - Bumblebee OC that made a human appearance hive to go out and try to date and find a new queen.

@deathisjustthebeginning - Elden Ring OC for a man who was once human now cursed to spread death after he tried to cheat it and became a horrible disfigured monster in the process now having to hide behind a fake human mask of his own design.

@the-king-of-villains - King of all villains who learned to steal powers from other villains to become stronger

@ill-met-by-m00nlight - WEREWOLF SWEET BABY :D

@atlas-jericho-carmichael - Atlas Carmichael blog from UA

@squirming-evil - Oogie from TNBC

@bright-and-clever-no-matter-watt - OC blog for the smartest inventor ever.

@bloodline-rewritten - intravenous System OC Muse

@klaus-the-hessian - Dullahan muse

@pastor-of-vows - Miriel from Elden Ring

@all-the-kings-horses-and-men - Soldier that was sent 200 years in the future due to being in a coma after getting injured.

@of-direwolves-and-broken-things - Elden Ring legless baby and his pet direwolf.

@wouldyoustillloveme - Librarian baby who has trouble finding love out of fear of being abandoned / hated

@let-your-dreams-flood-in - Sloth Demon from DAO

@wooden-lies- Pinocchio Au / OC blog

@lord-jab-desilijic-tiure - Jabba the hutt muse

@let-your-evil-shine - Grigori Rasputin from Anastasia blog

@who-can-take-the-sunrise - Literal Chocolatier

@dont-trust-a-thing - Alien shapeshifter :D

@villainsthatliveinmyhead- Gabriel / Madison blog from Malignant

@lord-of-the-dead-aidoneus - Hades from Disney's Hercules

@ruler-of-artisans - Toasty from Spyro

@the-first-murderer - Cain aka the first murderer

@another-1-bites-the-dust - Smol Robot Janitor

@hit-me-one-time-hit-me-twice - Hexxus from Ferngully

@culex-headquarters - Group of assassins that track people Via blood.

@within-a-sea-of-stars - Sea Star OC

@go-ahead-make-your-choice - Imshael / Choice Spirit

@ask-randall-boggs - Randall from monsters inc

@audacity-reigns - Humanized Dagger that chooses those who are worthy

@devourer-of-the-gods - Aldrich from Dark Souls 3

@unfinished-calamity - Calamitous from Jimmy Neutron

@killing-is-mere-childs-play - Charles Lee Ray

@as-luck-may-have-it - Good Luck Charm muse

Once I read a post about yandere moth fairy (not mine) who turned their darling into one of their kind so they could stay together forever. Would alien bees do something similar to their human gueen? Like, they keep crying, refusing to attend the mating sessions, running away, begging to be sent back on earth etc. So the bees decide to perform a ritual and turn the queen into one of them so they can be hypnotised with the pheromones that dont work on humans? (sorry for the rambling)

Hmm, I can see the bees trying this if it's the last thing available to keep you calm and docile. I know they have special honey to keep you lax, compliant and dizzy if you insist on being scared and refuse to even try to behave. One little spoonful and you're dazed, light headed, and barely able to open your mouth unless it's to weakly protest.

The wasps and hornets would've transformed you the first night so there wouldn't be a chance of you leaving at all, still looking like yourself mostly, just with more of their characteristics, such as wings, antennae, so on and so on.

The moths would just shush you with a hug into their soft fuzzy chests and hold you there until you wear yourself out, being the more pacifist of the alien bugs, but! They have their scary moments that even the wasps get upset about. Even the murder Hornets get a chill down their spine.

-Mommabean

— Jealousy

Pairing: Yandere bee’s x gender-neutral reader x jealous female worker

Warnings: Yandere behavior, violence; knife usage, reader thinks it's their fault that something traumatic happened.

A/N: These bee characters belong to @yanderemommabean — please check out my first one if you wanna read it! Otherwise have fun reading <33

Jealousy and anger mixed is an ugly emotion. Unbridled rage even more so; the feeling of your chest running throughout your body, hands tightening into a fist where it turned into muscle spasms and the envious thoughts that came with it; she despised you.

She was a fellow worker, a fathomed woman filled with jealousy and rage towards you. All day, she was forced to serve you and have a smile placed on her face, yet when her rightful place was in that king-sized bed, worshiped with all hands filled with lotion to massage her stressed muscles and be given any type of food she ordered.

Oh, how she wished that would be her: be cradled in the lap of the drones, kissed gently as they praised her for doing a good job for the bed work.

Though, she can say that her patience was running thin. If only there was a way to get rid of the obstacle that prevented her living her dream, maybe make you believe she’d rub lotion onto your continuous used joints, suffocate you right there and then. Or, she could just drug you every day, watch you slowly drift away as she gets to the spot she very deserves.

Tonight would be the night she would get her rightful place, and be called a queen.

You had just gone for a walk; a small, innocent, and harmless walk in the hive. You had been bed-stuck for hours, being worshiped with many hands and mouths; you were tired and needed to stretch your legs from the hours of pure pleasure.

Not that you minded it, it was just sometimes too much and you got overstimulation from the continuous surroundings that were always the same.

Walking around the huge hive, admiring the beautiful windows that showed the planet’s beauty and scenery, you had stopped in the middle of the hall, looking at the beautiful stars in the midnight sky that glimmered now and again.

Then, you heard fast and steady footsteps behind you, before you could even react, you were pushed against the wall harshly; hands wrapped around your throat whilst being crushed against the wall.

“Do you think you’re better than me?” the woman cursed at you, shooting you a venomous look with gritted teeth, sharp canine teeth snarling like a beast; ready to devour you piece by piece.

Trying to scream from the immediate position, she quickly covered your mouth, kicking your knees to dwell in pain and trying to get you to submit – listen to her ‘wise’ words.

You struggled against her tight grip, terrified and shocked by this sudden behavior. After months of being captured and treated like a deity, you were no longer used to abuse and wrong-doing; quite the opposite.

“Now, you listen to me or I’ll hurt you badly.” she stared into your soul, “Understand?”

Quickly nodding at her words, tears gently rolled down your face as your teeth chattered against one another.

“I’ve hated you ever since I’ve met you, you don’t deserve these goodies! No-one like you deserves it.” she threatened, looking at you like a kid in front of a criminal. Pulling her hand from your throat, she pulled out a knife: a thick, silvered one decorated with flowers.

With the leftover energy you had, you kicked your knee into her groin and pushed her away, causing the blade to clatter away from both of your grasps.

“You ass!” She screamed at you.

From fear, you tripped on your own feet yet still had the energy to be crawling away.

You tried grabbing it but were quickly pulled away by your foot, back where you originally were. The high chance of reassurance was now ripped away the moment she crawled atop of you, forcing you down with her whole weight pressured against your chest.

A fist collided with your face, making your vision blurry and disorienting your hearing from the left ear. You tried stopping her continuous assaults, yet nothing worked amongst her hungry wrath and jealousy over you.

Pools of warm metallic fluid made its way to your mouth, the blunt and foul taste of thick blood made you gag. From the corner of your eye, you saw the blade glistening in the moonlight, highlighted like a rare piece of ore had just been found.

Trying to scream once more, thin fingers made their way to your throat, closed around your airway. You tried grabbing her hands that were tightly surrounded on your neck, cutting oxygen but it was no use.

No matter how much you scratched, she never stopped the pressure.

Finally, what felt like an entirety, she let go but with the shift of doing something else; admiring the thin blade that was right beside the two of you.

You couldn’t move, all your energy from being choked was floating away.

“P-lease…” You begged, trying to change her mind from what she was thinking. From your clouded vision, you could only see a bit of guilt was shown in her face.

Only a little bit but it was there: humanely emotions that were still present.

You saw her hesitate, peering down to connect eyes with you; focusing on the blood, thick marks on your throat, and pools of blood from the cuts on your face. Hard, whistling could be heard from your lips, coating in thick blood and spit.

Anger coated her eyes, face scrunching in pure revenge before leaning over to grip the sharp object. Raising the knife above her head, the tip of the blade made its way towards you; highlighting your small yelp.

Shunk

Why aren’t they here yet? They should be protecting you.

Shunk

You didn’t want to die, you have so much to live for!

Shunk

Maybe you deserved this.

Shunk

Why did it have to be you?

You were gone. Nowhere to be seen. Nobody was informed that you left your bed-quarters.

All of them were freaking out, all of them were looking for you; flying high and low, yelling ‘majesty!’ throughout the halls while some of them were sobbing thinking something worse happened.

But, when they smelled your blood coming from a certain hallway, they knew something was wrong.

And that it was. They found the woman in front of you, covered in head to toe with your blood and holding the very knife they had given to her a day prior for being a good maiden to you.

“Majesty!” One of the drones screamed, running towards you as the medic team showed; grabbing you gently before attending to your injuries.

Everyone was frozen. The military leader and capital leader were in complete shock.

Then, they all looked at her, teeth snarling and growling throughout the room; buzzing with pure anger.

The military leader’s hand clenched in anger, “Why would you do this!” He growled at the woman, who wasn’t merciful nor looking at your body; rather looking at the ground. He marched up to her, pushing her against the wall while his face showed bloodcurdling anger in that moment.

“Answer the question!” He snapped, making her look at him with a laugh before speaking.

“I hated them, that’s why. They weren’t anyone special! I simply did you guys a job to stop worshiping someone so—”

A punch came to her face. Then another. Then a dozen followed to make sure she felt the same as what she did to you.

“Captain!” A drone yelled, arms pulling him off of her to strop his merciful punches so they can update on your needs.

“They’re moving the majesty to the bed-quarters. They said they’re in critical condition, what do you want us to do?”

He looked at him, giving one look at her before looking back at his men. “Bring the traitor to the champers. After I— we make sure that the majesty is well, we’ll drop her to the feeders.”

Nodding towards the two soldiers that were behind her, who forcefully dragged her down the hall as she screamed ‘no!’ and ‘please!’ before he and a few others followed your way.

You were awakened by your head throbbing. The room was dimly lit from the lamps in the corner and underside of the doors.

Looking around, you realized you were in your bed-quarters, swallowed by a whole bunch of blankets, pillows, and medical equipment that were glued to you: a type of breathing nasal cannula onto your face, as well as new clothes and bandages decorating your skin.

Trying to move forward to get up, your body quickly rejects you, causing immense pain throughout your body and reel back into the soft bed, head rolling back in frustration.

Within seconds, the doors to your bedroom swung open, revealing a few drones, maidens, and the military leader.

“Thank god! You’re awake!” One of the maidens yelled out, running towards your side to hold your hand; grasping your hand, squeezing it three times to signal a small ‘I love you’.

You smiled at the maiden, before looking at the captain who was walking towards you with a cup of water. “Open your mouth, please.”

Opening your mouth, the glass brushed between your lips; wet and cool water touching the inside, throat slightly burning from the usage after a long time.

His hand gently caressed over the side of your head, above your ear to stable the swallowing. “You’re doing so good, take a couple more sips.”

His touch was comforting to say the least, so was the maiden.

Taking away the cup from your mouth, you were still desperate for water. Looking at him, you spoke: “H-how long have I… been out?” you asked, voice coming out hoarse.

The maiden looked at you worriedly, “You’ve been out for a week. We were all worried. Glad the medics were there in time, you lost a lot of blood!” she weeped, slight buzzing coming from her before tears formed as she sobbed; reviewing the horrific image of you on that floor.

“We’re all just glad you’re well. I’m sorry that I and the others weren’t there to protect you.” He looked at you, getting on his knee beside your bedside to hold your other hand, slightly kissing it with a saddened look.

You smiled gently, “Me too. I’m sorry as well. I was stupid enough—”

You were quickly interrupted by the captain, “No! You are not stupid, you’re majesty. It was our fault that you were bed-stricken, we should’ve taken care of you but we failed; It is our fault, not yours.” He sternly stated.

You smiled again, tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

“I was so scared.” you confessed.

The maiden squeezed your hand, pushing her head against yours, making her antenna’s tickle your face, “We’re so sorry. Please forgive us.”

The captain nodded before looking at the maidens that were now walking in, he gave you one look, before kissing the side of your head, “We’ll always be here for you, Majesty. I’m gonna deal with some issues, but I’ll be right back. Okay? Rest as much as needed.”

As he left, the current maiden holding your hand kissed the other side of your head, looking at you before she spoke, “You’ve done so well, your majesty. Can you please do something for us?”

You nodded, feeling a hand tug at your underarms ever so gently. “We need you to stand up. Do you think you can do that?

“I-I can try,” You replied. She smiled, antennae slightly dancing. “That’s all we ask, you’re Majesty.”

They helped you get into a sitting position, making you hold onto them mostly for support. Taking a deep breath, you pushed yourself to your feet, holding a maiden’s arm to keep up straight. Standing with shaky legs, looking at the ground as they helped guide you to the bathroom; letting you know that they were in no rush and to take baby steps.

“You’re doing so well, few more steps you’re majesty,” A maiden praised you, hand clasped in your hand while you made it to the bathroom, cold tiles touching your feet. In front of you, the tub is already filled with water, soap, and your favorite scents mixed in with honey.

One maiden touched your waist, you could feel her body warm and buzzing, slightly calming your nerves. One of them gently lifted you, letting you sit on the edge of the tub with a whine of soreness as they both undid the bandages, checking your injuries whilst trying to distract you from the pain.

Soon, a loofah gently caressed your body, careful to wash the surrounding areas of the stitching. They praised you, continuously complimented you to make sure you felt safe, comfortable, and okay to continue.

“Majesty?” A voice called you out of your thoughts, looking at the women and dulled water. “You okay?”

You nodded, whispering a couple of words with a sour look: “I’m perfect. Jus’ a bit sore, that’s all.”

One of the maidens frowned, making sure to look at the others before finishing up the bath. After getting out of the warmth tub, a few helped you get dressed, being very careful and praising you on the way.

Leaving the bathroom, one of them lovingly caresses your back, side of your head, and cheek for comfort as they help you make it to your bed. Feeling the soft sheets against your undergarments, you immediately let out a long, heavy, and deserved sigh.

A few of the maidens let out a giggle and spoke: “Take all the time you need. We’ll be here when you wake up.” She said as she came into the bed, nuzzling behind you before buzzing louder.

“We’ll take care of you, your Majesty. We promise you.”

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Here's my masterlist if you wanna read some more of my content (non-yandere bees)

Watch "The Queen Bee is Not the Leader!" on YouTube

This reminds me of @yanderemommabean alien bees and something that the bees would use to brainwash other bees and or present to their human darling they've...

...acquired.

Of course it wouldn't be totally the same because they have different rules and expectations but I can imagine this being a PSA for yandere alien bees 🐝💕

yandere. wasps.

Like okay. Reader. Is a wannabe bee keeper. Giant docile alien bees ordered from a shady source.

Mistaken delivery of large wasp men.

Reader looks like a lovely mate to incubate tons of eggs into.

Not sure about reader gender for this one. Might be a good opportunity for bully personality wasps to feminize a male reader and make him their "queen".

Since we're honey themed now, can I introduce you to @yanderemommabean 's #yandere alien bees tag?

Seem up your alley (it's very up my alley)

that woman is one of my inspirations to starting this blog actually

Things In These Tags!

pt: things in these tags

this a work in progress list of our tags and what vibes each has in it!

Luci's Tag : Eldritch, Rabbit, Moon, Purple, Minecraft, Endermen, being Plural/Plural embodiment, Cannibalism, Relationship Anarchy, Nonhumanity

Kipp's Tag : Faeiry, Mushrooms, Sun, Minecraft, Sims, Plurality, Cottagecore, Dark Cottagecore

Deimos's Tag : Gore, Blood, Rot/Rotting, Demon, Monster, Unholy, Anatomical Hearts, Rabbits, Eldritch, Death, Plurality

Celeste's Tag : Galaxy, Ocean, Stars, Cosmic Horrors, Aliens, Plurality

Ombra's Tag : Minecraft, Endermen, MCYT, Plurality

Bob's Tag : Canablism, Blood, Gore/Guro, Killing, Candy

Himiko's Tag : Yandere, Obsession, Canablism, Blood/Drinking blood, Himiko Toga (BNHA)

Dawn's Tag : Spiders/Tarantulas, Demon, Meat, Hunting, Relationship Anarchy

Julius' Tag : Dogs/Canines, Demon, Eldritch, Nonhumanity

Gem's Tag : Sun, Deityhood, Bee, Deers, Cervitaurs, Satyrs, Femininity

Pearl's Tag : Moon, Alien, Canine, Madness, Red, Betray

Zhi's Tag : Mad Scientist/Scientist, Experiment, Subject, Alien, Shapeshifter

Vinia's Tag : Teeth, Dental/Dentist, Zombie, Chimera

Vera's Tag : NSFW, Deity/Goddess, BDSM, Love/Lovecore, Pink, Red, Slut/Whore/Cunt, Bimbo, Dominant/Dom, Hypersexuality, Sexuality, Cherry, Velvet

Girl the what??????????

Yandere brother pt2

Part 2 of my self indulgent incest fic, gonna be a part 3 to this.

Tw: Heavy incest, sexual themes, infantilization, AFAB reader, yandere, general predatory, creep behavior, violence, A Lot Of Words (about 5000+ words)

Don't take this post too seriously, just take it like a forbidden fictional fantasy.

Ignore the plotholes too, im just writing whatever made my HeartTussy throb.

Part 3

Even though your parents are enabling your brother, they do try their best to subtly keep you away from him and try to guide you on your life journey as soon as you turn 13.

Your dad taught you about self defense and not so subtly hint that you may need to use some of these moves on your big brother. It was hard to find time to be alone with your dad, but during those rare and precious windows of freedom where your big brother has to go to university AND you're free? It's gun training time.

Your big brother tried giving a LOT of talks, including but not limited to the birds and the bees, puberty, the no boyfriend rule and many cringe inducing but crucial talks.

You were ADAMANT that you only want your mom to teach you about "girly things", which... made your brother whine about how sad he feels because you trust mom more than him.

Well yeah. He does not have a pussy. Mom does and you do.

At the end of the day, your big brother gave up with a dramatic sigh. He did tell you to feel free to ask him anything if whatever mom told you weren't clear. You didn't like how he would undermine her intelligence.

Ah, teenage years. Do you remember when you woke up with a face full of raging acne? All bumps and lumps with icky pus? You were a little upset about it, but you felt worse when your big brother began fussing over your skin condition.

Big brother would spoil you with only the finest and most expensive skincare ever. Facemasks, serums, luxury moisturizer, you name it, he will hand it over. Your older brother would take you to facial spas with the most sophisticated dermatological tech ever, those types of places where the richest of the richest only go.

You were insecure, you felt the pen holder that is on the shiny, marbled receptionist counter cost way more than you can ever dream to earn. You felt fucking poor in there despite wearing and holding all the pricy things your big brother gifted you before.

When he and the receptionist are discussing about the best possible package to purchase for you, you snuck out. This is unbearable, you can't take it anymore.

Yes, it is nice to be spoiled. Nice to be pampered, but it was all too much for your teenage brain to take in. You felt extremely inferior in there, your head made it seem like everyone is giving you nasty looks for leeching off your big brother's hard earned cash.

You ignored the incessant ringing of your phone as you took an Uber to the nearest pharmacy. You didn't need state of the art machines to get rid of acne. You didn't need face masks with 24k gold flakes in it. You didn't want to feel like an alien specimen in a lab. You did your research, you talked to your mom, you talked to what little friends you had...

All you need are those boring, clinical looking bottled skincare like CeraVe or Cetaphil. The stuff that's made by dermatologists and are proven to give you what you actually need.

Yeah, it isn't that cheap. But it surely is much better than the treatments paid by your big brother costing five figures. Plus, you finally get to put your "pocket money" to use. That $150 worth of acne fighting products hardly put a dent in your wallet.

To your partial surprise, you were accosted by your big brother while waiting for your ride back home. Unsurprised that he is angry, surprised that he managed to find you.

Then you remembered, you're holding the $2500 phone he got you and not your $15 burner phone.

You brought your palm to your forehead, your big brother told you he installed a tracking app on it. You were careful not to do anything on it because you knew that tracking app can also reveal ALL your activities to your older brother. Including but not limited to your browser's history, texts, recordings of phone calls, etcetera.

He held you tight in his arms as he reprimanded you. Tears were streaking down his face as he did so, landing on your clothes. He pinched your ear as punishment and dragged you back into his car, where he would bring you back to the spa to do your treatment anyways.

You would come out of the room glowing, skin clear of any flaws. Maybe even levitating because the treatment is Just That Good ™️. But you felt dirty. Going through this programme wasn't your choice. You can only give a tight lipped, insincere smile as your big brother and the estheticians praised you.

He apologized for yelling at you and bought you your favorite ice cream afterwards.

The thing that you found it weird and unsettling is that... He never asked you why you ran away. He only chalked it up as "normal" teenage rebelliousness and an attempt to "get his attention".

You ate your ice cream in small scoops as your big brother rambled on about bringing you to a luxury hairdresser to do your hair. You said you thought your hair is fine, he began nagging about how it's "dry", "oily", "ridden with split ends".... You zoned out. Whatever, his word is god, you guess.

He moved on, mumbling about how he is going to take you shopping, clothes, gadget, books, furniture basically non-consumable products. You stopped him there and said you have too many things already, it's piling up in your room and you're struggling to find space to put them.

He backtracked and said grocery shopping, you objected, saying your parents already did them and you do not want to have too much perishable items. It is wasteful to let them expire as you can't consume all of them in time.

He wanted to bring you to an amusement park soon. You said no, you have exams coming up. You need to focus on your future.

Gym? You're not comfortable doing all that around strangers. He agrees.

Movie theaters? Nope, you need to study. And you have friends.

He stammered, as he is running out of options, he offered to tutor you.

His heart shattered when you bluntly said you didn't need him anymore.

Then, he stopped talking. Only propping his head up with his elbow to watch you eat.

You know that he is trying to find ways to spend more time with you. Seeing that you now refuse to stay at his place during the weekends and on fridays. Your parents didn't actually force you to go there, they were "hesitatingly encouraging" you to. But they were more than happy to have you separated from him because he is a fucking weirdo.

The times where your parents forced you to be with him is when they can feel another fist fight is about to occur. You get it. For the sake of your father's nose cartilage, you begrudgingly agreed to this facial treatment in the first place.

Suddenly, your brother went on a rant about how your parents are poisoning you. Accusing them of planting a bad image of him in your head. They must have told you false stories about him being cruel, that's why you don't want to be with big brother anymore! Your dad is twisting the idea of big brother because he has a grudge on him!

You tiredly pushed another scoop of ice cream into your mouth to avoid talking back and causing a scene in an ice cream parlor. Of course, your big brother will never physically hurt you, but he can get super embarrassing if he wanted to. Reputation is damn crucial to a teenager

You let him vent. You let him get it all out of his system. If you don't, your dad is getting another cast done. It's literally the same thing he complained to you just a few days ago, verbatim.

"Ever thought of getting a fucking girlfriend instead of clinging onto my balls like a parasite?"

He watched you wide eyed. You realize what had escaped your lips and so you slapped your mouth shut before apologizing profusely. He does NOT like the topic of getting romantic partners and he hates it if you use profanity.

You were ready to get scolded, you were used to him treating you like a cringy nine year old. He is probably going to see this as another temper tantrum from you.

The classic "Language!" Never came. He is just frozen there, heartbroken and silently upset. His eyes were watery and his eyebrows were knitted together.

If you were someone else, mentioning about how he should get a girlfriend is enough for him to go batshit insane on you and get your molars knocked out. But coming from his beloved little sister, it is a whole new world of hurt.

He began softly sobbing in his hands, giving you this dilemma whether to try and comfort him or not.

If you do, you're going to enable him again. Possibly even making him worse, making him not take your "NO"s seriously. And that is dangerous.

If you don't... You seriously do not know what is going to happen. You don't want him to hate you (and possibly get your nose disfigured), but you don't want him to have this unhealthy, creepy ass obsession for you.

Before you could come to a conclusion on what to do, he told you to stay put as he excused himself to the bathroom, sniffling and wiping his face.

You contemplated on running away, calling an Uber to take you home and "accidentally" leaving your expensive phone on the table. So he can't track you down.

But you decided against it and ate your melted ice cream in silence.

Your brother came back half an hour later with puffy eyes and a warm smile. Asking if there is anything else he could get you from the ice cream shop. Would you like to try, pistachio? Mango? Black sesame ice cream? Big brother will buy it for you, just say the word.

No, you just want to go home. He frowned before reaching for your hand to grab it, as usual.

You remained silent as he firmly held onto your hand like a parent holding onto a helpless toddler.

After that, he acted like nothing ever happened. He never brought up that outburst again and continued babying you. However, you felt like something shifted. Something is wrong.

Yeah, there is that usual hostility between him and your parents, but... Toned down for a reason. Even your dad got a little unnerved when he stopped throwing punches arbitrarily.

For sure, it isn't out of the goodness of his heart. He has an ulterior motive to this.

He still attends Parent Teacher Meetings in place of your parents, winning the hearts of your teachers and other school staff. He tries his best to paint your mom and dad in a negative light, so if anything happens to you or there are some matters requiring a legal adult/guardian, they should contact him and him only.

They gobbled it up, if you had a penny for every "You're so lucky to have such a caring and loving big brother", you would have two dollars, 200 pennies.

There were teachers trying to woo him using you as a tool to get closer to him. Your big brother took it the wrong way and saw them as competition, causing them to flee the state for "family matters".

He brings the best cakes and pastries during PTA bake sales, always raking up the most revenue and donations. Your club members and charities love him because his handsome face, alluring physique and fucking Psychopathic charm adds to the tastiness of his otherwise only slightly better than average goods.

Your friends say he makes the best brownies in town. You can only give them a bitter smile as you ring them up, those are actually boxed brownies.

That's not to say he doesn't have any baking skills whatsoever. He mainly reserves his real handmade goods made from scratch for you, where it is tailored to specifically fit your taste. You get to choose how sweet, how savoury, how soft, how flakey and how flavourful you want it to be.

Sometimes when your brother comes to visit you at your parents' home, you would have friends over. He would be warm and welcoming if they're all girls (that passed his intensive background check) and does not show a pinch of romantic interest in him. Icy, stoic and even downright rude if one of your girl bffs flirts with him, absolutely apeshit hostile when there is a boy. Doesn't matter what sexual orientation, cis or trans, no boys allowed.

You know what he is doing. He is trying to get your friends' approval so they would encourage him to be around more. To be around you. It does freak you out because you ever found out one of your best friends was converted into a spy for big brother. She was paid cash and apple pies in exchange for information about you.

It was hard to know who to trust. All your girlfriends seem to be enamored by him, very few are taking your concerns seriously. Those who do suddenly told you to stop talking to them one day... And eventually had to flee the state.

You felt lonely and helpless. You are under surveillance one way or another. God knows how much your brother actually knew about you.

I, the narrator, am god. And I can tell you, it's a LOT. Like a whole fucking lot. He just let some things go undiscussed such as your curiosity about things that makes your brain, heart and pussy go 'BRRR'.

You better be careful on what you consume online.

Back to the subject about your friends, he would often act as a chauffeur for you and them. Driving you all to where ever you guys want to go, be it the Mall, the movies, each other's houses, wherever, whenever. Provided you're sitting in the passenger's seat.

It's humiliating. You had to pay the 'cab fee' by giving him a kiss on the cheek and receiving one on the forehead in return. If he is feeling bold, you'll receive a kiss on the lips and he will claim it as merely a gesture of brotherly love to his darling baby sister. It's hard to pull away because his hand is holding the back of your head in place.

Usually this does incite a sense of fear and "what the fuck", but it's all washed away when big brother distracts them with his charm, money or other bribing tools.

At least he gives you an illusion of privacy when he drives away. Leaving you and your friends "alone" to do whatever teenage girls do.

You know he's lurking around somewhere, watching.

Your friends would have a common topic of finding their siblings annoying and generally pieces of shit. You can't relate at all, but began you wish the relationship between you and your older brother was... Normal. Where he would purposely eat your fries just to spite you, hog your gaming console, call you DickHead Fucker McStupidface and not... endless predatory love bombing.

You sighed. The grass is always greener on the other side.

He made a massive deal out of your 18th birthday. Your big brother threw you the biggest party you have ever attended and invited basically everyone who passed the vibe check. Which includes people you don't know, like his shady work associates, some strangers and existing friends who he thinks are the "best candidates" to be your best friends, the midwife who delivered you for some reason, strangely a few political figures you see on TV and many others.

However, none of the people who he sees as a threat to his relationship with you were invited. Including, but not limited to your parents, obviously the friends/teachers/doctors who thought his kisses and touches on you were weird, anyone who made a lighthearted joke about you that didn't sit well with him...

He rented out a ballroom to throw this colossal party in, along with food catering and entertainment. Your favourite singers, performers and dancers were all present. Your jaw dropped when you met them in person, they're known and loved worldwide and yet here they are standing in front of you, greeting you a sweet 18th.

There is no way he could afford all these without breaking a sweat unless he is secretly a multi-billionaire. Which you think he is, because rich elites and controversial celebrities that you recognized from entrepreneur magazines were invited. Your brother has mannerisms of one too.

You were treated like the fucking president of the world, your brother made sure to let you know you are loved deeply. Everyone loves you, you are full of worth, you deserved to be pampered, etcetera. There wasn't a second where no one's attention is on you, it's stressful to be under so many pairs of eyes, to be the main subject so many hidden opinions.

You are the center of all, the world orbits around you and not the other way round.

You are being recorded, live streamed, remembered and perceived for better or for worse. The spotlight seems too bright and the stage seems too Broad and tall. And it is all yours prance around.

Cheers and praise would fill the hall, but none of them are coherent or genuine to you. Smiles lit up the room but their eyes do not show the same joy, they're here for one thing and one thing only: your brother, his wealth and the immense power he seemingly held.

Despite this bonanza, you have never felt so lonely and unloved in your life. Your big brother bastardized love and affection. This sick display made you nauseous, degraded and obviously upset.

Does your brother think you never noticed the malicious, jealous, lecherous gaze of many? Does he think you're deaf enough not to hear the occasional whisper thinking that you're a good for nothing spoiled brat who spreads her whore legs for her big brother? Did he miss the conversations where they're discussing about using you as leverage against your brother? What about the tightening of balled fists whenever you're mentioned?

This party only shows that everyone is out there to get you, to witness your downfall, to see you fail and drown.

You bolted to the bathroom and into a stall, your only sanctuary at the moment.

You threw up, sobbed and trembled. Luckily you had your $15 burner phone hidden in your puffy ball gown dress, one of the very, very few things your brother doesn't know about.

You called your mom and cried, asking her to pick you up because you're scared, tired and angry at your brother. Your dad also got into the phonecall and agreed to get you the fuck out of there.

You didn't have glamourous makeup streaking down your face because you refused to have your makeup done the way your brother wanted it to. He said it's either his way or no makeup at all. You chose the latter to at least feel like you had some autonomy over yourself.

He made you wear some basic makeup anyways. But nothing too dramatic.

You stifled your sobs when you heard a door open. A feminine voice called out for you.

You gave no reply and waited.

She said your brother is looking for you.

Feeling your blood boil, you told her to tell your brother to fuck off.

She muttered an apology before scuttling out. Soon enough, she came back. This time, she slid a notebook between the door gap with something scrawled onto it.

" What's wrong? Are you feeling ill? Please come out :( I love you "

No doubt, it's your brother's handwriting. You crumpled it and threw it into the waste bin nearby.

You told her to leave you alone. She left without a word.

Half an hour later, someone else enters the bathroom. You opened your mouth, about to begin spewing insults about your brother.

Only to be met with the voice of your mom calling out for you.

You rushed out of your hiding place and found yourself in the arms of your mother. You clutched her shirt and cried hard, you didn't want this. You wanted to spend your 18th birthday with people of your choice, your liking. Not total strangers and a creep of a brother.

You begged your mom to get you out of here. She consoled you, saying that your big brother is worried and waiting for you outside the restroom.

You said you didn't want to see him. You wanted to go home and hide in your sheets, away from the blinding spotlight.

It puts her in a tough position. He wouldn't believe her if she said you didn't want to see him. She knows her son would maliciously take a dig into her insecurities again and break her heart for the millionth time.

So she just dragged you out of there, attempt to scurry past your big brother and avoiding his wrath. Not a surprise, he stopped the both of you.

Your mother decided to sacrifice you to the monster by letting you go. To save herself from getting hurt both emotionally and physically, though she did receive a scowl from him.

He is unbelievably tall. Your big brother still needed to crouch to get to your level, you were crying, rubbing the tears away with the hilt of your palm.

What's wrong? He cooed lovingly. His eyes were softened and his eyebrows were knitted in concern. He cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears away with his thumb. Your big brother massaged the back and base of your neck as you are forced to calm down.

His hands trailed down to your arms, gently rubbing them up and down and fixing the sleeves of your fairytale-like dress. He peppered kisses all over your face, whispering sweet nothings to soothe you. Saying that you his one and only baby sister no matter how old you are, he won't ever leave you. Your big brother loves you to the moon and back, it hurts him to see you upset like this on one of the biggest birthday of your life.

Finally, engulfing you into a secure embrace. Rubbing circles on your back.

And it works. It genuinely calmed you down. This technique brought you back to a time where everything seems to be simple. Where it's just playtimes with big brother and cuddling. No concept of social status, no eerie weirdness, no need for reading between lines, just peace.

For the rest of the night, you're in his lap. His arms securely wrapped around you as he amicably chat with the attendees. You're Tiredly resting while aimlessly staring at different points of interest. It could be the delicious food, it could be the performers, it could even be one of the guests uncomfortably staring at you.

You absentmindedly played with his tie as you rest your head against his chest. Your older brother won once again, managed to manipulate you into thinking he is a safe space whereas the true safe space is home, away from this man.

It gets weird WEIRD after your 18th birthday. His hands begin to creep up your thigh at times, you would have to slap it away. His strokes somehow felt a lot more sensual. His hand would rest on the small of your back whenever the both of you are out. You don't know how it was possible, but your big brother became even more handsy on you.

Yeah, his hand massages are nice. But was it necessary for him to linger his lips on your knuckles while he gives you bedroom eyes?

He got a whole lot more possessive too, actively telling every male he comes across with you that you're "off the market". You would call him out for it but he is still insisting that you are "unavailable" to date.

You feel like he doesn't call you by your name anymore, it's all pet names. Including this one nickname which is embarrassingly sappy.

He doesn't correct anyone if they think the both of you are a couple, not even hinting at the true nature of your relationship. He would frown if you do, though. When quizzed about his reaction, he would simply just dismiss it as nothing important.

He would heavily protest against the idea of you working for money (He isn't as opposed if it's your dream job, though.). But, he isn't against the idea of you "working for him". You didn't feel like sticking around to find out what the job description is.

Your parents are pretty much punching bags for him, your big brother's increased possessiveness means intense beat downs and verbal abuse on the daily. It got so bad that your dad was fighting for his life on the hospital bed as he filed for a restraining order against your big brother. They still wouldn't want to press charges or report him to the police at all.

Imagine the Judge's face seeing your mummified father in court, only getting a restraining order against the person who did it and not... a jail term. Your brother did not once show any remorse, it was just blank stares at everyone else except you. He would smile and draw a heart in the air, which absolutely creepy to people who witnessed it.

Other than that, he still treats you like a kid. He would offer to do anything and everything for you, especially your chores. He would still get food for you at parties, get you cups of your favorite drink and spoon feed you if you're not paying attention. He would still wipe the sleep out from your eyes and wipe your face clean with fresh towels.

He would pay for all your expenses without complaint. Well, almost without complaint. He would whine about you not spending enough time with him while he's paying for your college. Saying that he doesn't have to and he is bringing these burden upon himself is the best way to shut him up or reduce him into a blubbering mess, frantically assuring that you are the best thing that ever happened to him and you are not at all a nuisance.

For 18 years, you have never initiated a conversation discussing about his feelings for you, it would get awkward or messy and you knew it. Your parents weren't perfect either, they did not pay attention until only recently. Letting this sick infatuation fester and escalate.

Due to the restraining order, your brother can't visit you at your parents' home. But he can visit you at your college which sucks. Literally everyone recognizes him as your boyfriend because the way he greets you with a warm hug and a kiss. Not to mention, the gifts you would receive that are typically given by lovers.

Also, as a birthday gift, your brother bought you a fucking house. In a suburban neighborhood. One condition: it is under your brother's name, so it is technically still his, so you would have to live with him. Of course you rejected it which made him use every trick in the book to guilt trip you or lure you in.

You stood firm and said no despite how guilty he made you feel or knowing how luxurious your life would be if you accepted. He went quiet for a while before smiling, ominously stating that you're always welcome to come and live with him in "your" house no matter what. He was so sure that you would eventually come around and give into him.

Despite it all... No doubt, you still love your fucked up brother. He was always there for you regardless of circumstance, so you can't bring yourself to get a restraining order against him. You prefer using more "peaceful" methods to distract him from you such as using your vast amounts of pocket money to hire someone to pursue him romantically.

Even the people who you hired was off put by how his interests are only about you.

In the end, you said "scratch that" and paid someone to befriend him to get a deeper insight about the nature of his "brotherly love". It was hard to evade his notice, but with enough time, precision, money and luck, you managed to keep these under wraps.

You paid to set up a fake scenario for your agent and your big brother to meet. It starts off with you mentioning that you're really craving for some bread or pastry from a specific bakery that sells out pretty quickly. You told him that as he is driving you to college.

You put up a convincing act that you really, really, really wanted one today, repeating it multiple times. Your brother, being the doting man he is, promised that he will get you one by lunch.

You cringe as he rests his hand on your thigh, but made no move to push it away as he rubs it up and down.

So you went on with your day, trying not to think about how he gently grabbed your chin and kissed you in front of your friends before driving away.

Seems mundane, but the thing is, your hired spy has already bought the last two. The bakers were also in on this operation.

Your big brother panicked as he found out that it's all sold out and he will break a promise with you. He tried asking the employees if they could bake at least one now just for you, he would pay extra.

It is notable that he refered to you as "my baby".

They obviously declined. They were sympathetic, however he was still told to come back earlier tomorrow.

Then, that is where your hired help would swoop in and save the day.

Out of the kindness of your spy's heart, he offered your brother one of the pastries. Your brother was grateful, according to your spy. He shook his hand and offered to pay, your spy declined per your instruction and said he understand how shitty it is to disappoint our loved ones.

From there, a friendship blossomed between your intel and your brother due to common (fabricated) experiences.

Your brother never specified or confirmed what the relationship between you and him was. If your spy didn't know all the details, he would have thought you were his dearly beloved wife.

It went on for a while, but it kind of worked. His friend took at least 5 minutes of your big brother's attention away daily. Giving you at least 5 minutes to fucking breathe.

Your spy did tell you that its a bit... Actually VERY mentally taxing to hang out with him. All your brother talks about is you, your interest, your cute little quirks and habits, your personality... Sometimes the conversations were sprinkled in with curious questions about your spy's fictional loved one or life story.

Big brother STILL haven't deny or corrected anything even though when your spy outright verbally assumed that you are your brother's spouse.

Your spy said it was hard to sit there and listen to him speak about you as if you were his lover, his child and a toddler all at the same time. They're all overlapping and it's undeniably fucking creepy.