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'Jailbird'

{Violent! Yandere Boyfriend X Female Reader} [FLUFF] Summary: He's a little Jailbird, except the only cage he'll stay in is your heart. Warnings: Blood, just FLUFF

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"Y/n L/n! You are under arrest!"

Several guns were pointed straight at a fairly harmless looking girl. With a child who screamed in horror and hid behind his equally as frightened mother. The poor cashier dropped her groceries in shock and Y/n could only hope that the bag didn't have any fragile glass in it. She was vaguely aware that her priorities weren't quite right in that moment, but she didn't care enough to call herself out.

"What for?" Y/n ask rather calmly. She didn't recall doing anything illegal.

"Drop the innocent act L/n! Your partner already spilled!" One large and bulky cop yelled out.

Despite the sheer power in the policeman's voice, his hands couldn't stop trembling. He wasn't the only officer with cold sweat and shaky knees. In fact, all six police officers looked at Y/n like she was a ticking bomb set to go off any second. Every person in the grocery seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. Y/n was confused; Partner? Y/n didn't do anything, much less with a partner. She opened her mouth to defend herself when suddenly it clicked.

"Oh." Y/n's face fell, "Oh no..."

She leaped forward and all of the cops stumbled back in fear. She grabbed the one closest to her, ignoring how the mother – son duo screamed, and pushed him.

"Quick! Take me to jail!" The policeman felt his heart lodge in his throat and could only nod dumbly. He'd never been so terrified of a criminal asking to go to jail before.

Ansel punched the door as hard as he could. He yelled, demanding to be let out. He'd made a pretty big dent in the metal door but eventually ditched it to pace around his little jail cell. Deemed to dangerous to be kept in a regular prison room, he had been locked in a large plain white room. It resembled the kind of rooms where mad scientists would study a wild creature in movies. In all honesty, they were treating him like an animal too. There was a large glass window where he could see the pathetic cops whimpering and hiding. He sneered at them, causing them to duck and hide from view. The room was completely bare, with not even a pillow for him to rest on. He would have been restrained in a straight jacket too, had the idiotic cops not been too terrified to come close to him. One had tried, probably an intern, and they were lucky to live with only a broken wrist and nose.

He didn't give a damn about them though. No, all he could think about was how he was being kept away from his precious darling. He felt his blood boil. Each second he was kept here was another second spent without her. Thinking about it was enough to drive Ansel mad. He let out another animalistic scream and slammed his shoulder into the door. He backed up, preparing to repeat the action, when he heard her.

"Ansel!"

Immediately, his head shot up. Ansel's grey eyes lit up once they landed on Y/n. He ran up to the window, and pressed his hands against the glass. He smiled, and immediately calmed down. His cheeks were tinted a light pink and you could almost see hearts floating all around him.

"Y/n!"

"Oh Ansel, my poor angel." Y/n cooed and placed her hands on the glass, right where his were. She whispered sweet words to Ansel, soothing the rage in his eyes and mellowing him. She frowned, upset to see her beloved boyfriend in such a state.

"What on earth did you do to get yourself locked in here?"

Ansel felt a tiny bit of shamed. His cheeks grew redder, not because of Y/n herself, but because of her disappointed gaze.

He looked down on the floor and mumbled, "Nothing..."

"Ansel, we both know you wouldn't be here if you did nothing."

Like a kicked puppy, Ansel backed away from the window and scurried over to a corner to sulk in. Y/n sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Apologetically, she turned to the cop that escorted her.

"I suppose we should head over to the interrogation room? Seeing as l'm 'under arrest' and all. Ansel should be calm for a while."

The poor cop was completely baffled at how easily the beast had been stopped. When Officer John, the bulky cop from before, brought this frail little girl into the station, they were sure that John had made a mistake. After that little display, however, they realized this Y/n must have been someone really powerful for the Ansel Krause to submit to her. Fearing for their life, they hurried and locked Y/n a secure interrogation room. Damn John better not be thinking that they were going to interrogate the monster.

Y/n waited for the door to lock before sitting down on a chair. Her leg bounced anxiously; she worried for Ansel. All she wanted to do was run to him and comfort him. He was such a sweetheart, and she hated being so cold with him. Y/n chewed her thumb as she thought about how Ansel got himself into such a situation in the first place. He wouldn't harm anyone... Okay no, he might but she told him specifically to be on his best behavior while she was out!

The door finally opened after a eternity and a smaller woman walked in. Her face was twisted into a stern glare. She plopped onto the seat opposite to Y/n's and immediately began.

"Alright Missy. I'm in no mood to play games. Why'd you send Mister Krause after Kevin Millers? Don't even bother denying it; Krause was very local about how Millers had it coming and how you told him to get rid of him."

"Kevin? My neighbor?" Y/n's brows furrowed together, "l'm – is he okay?"

The Officer scoffed, "Sure, if you call a having a broken leg and several stitches being okay. Now, l want answers."

Y/n sighed and leaned back into her seat.

"Well Officer, being completely honest here, l have no idea why Ansel hurt Kevin, and l'm terribly sorry for his behavior. I'm sure if you let me, l could sort things out with him."

"So what? You want me to just let you go?"

"Yes, actually." Y/n answered rather bluntly, "l'd like to take Ansel home too. He'll need me after he's done being pouty."

"Fat chance. Ansel has a long criminal record, it's about time he's put behind bars. You on the other hand..." The Officer narrow her eyes, "l don't buy your innocent act for even a second. It'll be easier for us if you just confess your crimes."

Y/n groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"Is being in love with an idiot a crime?"

"If that idiot happens to be a psychopath, then it should be." The Cop fired back.

"Officer, l haven't committed a single crime in my life. Unless you have evidence — real evidence — that states otherwise, l'd like to go back to my back."

Before the officer could retaliate, another policeman stormed into the room. His eyes were wide with panic.

"S–So sorry, Officer Cross. H–He's been acting up again and we need Miss L/n to come immediately."

Y/n gave Officer Cross a smug grin and skipped over to the door. Officer Cross slammed her head onto the desk. Seems as though both Y/n and Ansel would end up leaving the station without any proper punishment. With Y/n being a clean state and Ansel too unstable to keep in jail, the safest thing to do would be to let the couple go back home. Oh how she's going to regret this.

Y/n held Ansel's hand as they walked home. The Police Force and Y/n were able to reach an agreement; as long as she keeps Ansel on a leash, they'll let them be. She didn't make any promises, and still have to pay a hefty money to bail him, but things turned out for the best. The walk home is silent and Ansel still refused to make an eye contact with Y/n. She knew he felt bad, so she hadn't given him a scolding yet.

It was only after they'd gotten to their shared apartment and had a quick lunch that Y/n decided it was time to address the elephant in the room. The pair were cuddling together on the couch; Ansel's head is buried on her chest and her hands were playing with his soft hair.

She began softly, "Ansel... Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Ansel shook his head childishly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and refused to look up.

Y/n sighed and ruffled his hair.

"You know we have to. Come on, Officer Cross told me that l told you to hurt Kevin?"

"That guy." Ansel mumbled bitterly. Despite the situation, Y/n found herself smiling. She did agree after all.

Knowing he couldn't avoid the topic forever, Ansel finally look up and met Y/n's warm gaze.

"You said Kevin annoyed you last week. So l went to teach him a lesson. He deserved what l put him through for the disgusting things he said about you!"

Y/n felt her heart go soft. She could recall Kevin cat–calling her one particular evening. Ansel must have heard her as she grumbled to herself about it and took upon himself to handle the situation in a best way he knew how to.

She kissed the tip of Ansel's nose.

"Aww Baby... It's so sweet of you to want to defend my honor." Y/n grinned at his elated expression. If Ansel had a tail, she imagined wagging like mad.

"But." Ansel's smile fell.

"Don't you remember what l said about hurting others?"

"That it wasn't something you wanted me to do."

"Because?" Y/n pushed on.

Ansel groaned, "Because you didn't want the police to catch me."

Y/n smiled at her helpless angel.

"And what happened today?"

"The police caught me." Ansel only became more pouty when he saw how amused his girlfriend was. He loves to make her smile, but he was still embarrassed.

"That's right." Y/n gave Ansel's nose a small boop, "Now you have to be a good boy and stay out of trouble, okay?"

Ansel propped himself onto his elbows and leaned closer to Y/n's face.

"l'll be good as long as l have you beside me."

"Oh don't worry about that." Y/n chuckled.

"The officers and l had a long chat about what would happen if they tried to separate us again."

A pleased smile spread across Ansel's face. He place a chaste kiss on yours and laid back down on her chest. The two continued to laze around each other's arms; completely content with life and happy to have each other.

Bzzzzzt! Bzzzzzt! Bzzz —

"Hello?"

"Hello, Miss L/n. This is Officer Cross. Would you please make your way to the police station, preferably immediately. We have another incident."

Y/n sighed, "l'm on my way..."

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Started:[Monday] - [10/30/23] Finished:[Wednesday] - [11/01/23] Checking:✅

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flowersandbigteeth · 4 months

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Orc boyfriend with what he thinks is a tiny, smol mate who's so smol, so delicate, so sweet... They're actually pretty firmly built for a human, while a bit short, along with being stubborn and sassy and ready to bite heads off for their adorable XL size boyfriend.

I've got so many orc stories going right now, but you know I'm not mad about it ^_^ I love Orcs <3 There are so many different ways to write them. I have another couple of Orc asks I'm working on, as well 🥵

Orc (Cedar) x thick f reader

Word Count: 5K

Tw: sfw orc fluff, some brief descriptions of battle, brief mention of sa, size difference

More monster fluff here

“Put the stick down, sugar. We’re not going to hurt you.”

You scoffed at the soldiers circling you, their eyes dark with lust.

“We just want to have some fun,” another said, his eyes drifting over your shapely hips. “Don’t you owe us a debt of gratitude for rescuing you?”

You squeezed the iron fire poker that you had gripped in your hand.

“Rescuing me? You didn’t get your rocks off burning down the damn village?”

“It was a strategic maneuver,” the leader of the armored men said with an oily smile. “We are here to liberate you.”

“By assaulting me?” you snapped.

There was not a doubt in your mind that the second you lowered your weapon, they were going to drag you into some dark corner and act out all of the sick thoughts they had echoed on their faces.

Your King’s soldiers weren’t good guys. When they heard there was an Orc camp nearby, they couldn’t be bothered to attack it directly. Instead, they burned down your village. They said it was to prevent them from resupplying.

It was true you did business with the Orcs, who were technically your enemy, but they never acted like enemies. While big and quite scary-looking, they paid in gold and were always polite to the women running the shops. You never felt the least bit unsafe alone with one, and occasionally, they’d help you out with things that needed done– fixing roofs and cartwheels. The men of the town had all been conscripted for the war, so it mostly the ladies keeping the village afloat. The soldiers had made a whole lot of children and the elderly homeless.

“Come on, sweetie, this game is getting tiresome.”

One of the soldiers dared to approach you, and you didn’t hesitate a second, swinging your poker and smacking him so hard in the head that his helmet crunched. He collapsed on the broken boards that had once been the floor of your little noodle shop.

“Now that’s a crime!” the leader barked.

He waved to his accomplices.

“Get in there and restrain her!” Their eyes fell on the collapsed soldier, and they looked between one another, trying to sort out who was next to get a whomping.

You flexed your wrist, preparing to swing at whoever came at you next, when you heard the heavy steps of an Orc approaching. The soldiers were too inexperienced to know what that sound meant. You’d heard them approach every day at dinner time for several months. It wasn’t until he was shouldering his way through what was left of your door that they took notice.

“The enemy approaches! Your swords!”

The Orc you knew as Ash, wrinkled his brow and let out a lilting call to gather his brethren. The ground rumbled as more heavy feet ran towards you.

Wood splintered, and what remained of the ceiling creaked as they tore the walls away, making more room for a fight.

Faced with five nine-foot Orc barbarians armed with axes almost as big as their bodies, the soldiers tried to run for it. You screamed as they threatened to trample you, trying to force their way through the back wall, but they never reached you.

The Orcs didn’t need to draw their weapons, grabbing every soldier and smacking them against the ground until they stopped moving—a gruesome way to die, but practical.

When the danger was crumpled into a wet gnarl of bones and metal, their eyes turned to you. Ash said something to his friends in their own language before he stomped across the room and plucked you up like a kitten, cradling you in his arm.

“Hey, What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Quiet, little one. You’ll give us away.”

You puckered your lips at him, annoyed, as if the stomping of five tons of muscle was quiet. When you tried to wave your poker at him, he plucked it out of your hand but didn’t drop it, tucking it instead in his belt. He said something else to his friends before turning to split away from them.

You had no reason to panic. The Orcs had never harmed you, but being taken away from the group put frightening thoughts in your head, and you instinctively started screaming.

The Orc sighed, sounding tired, when four more soldiers came skidding around a corner, swords in hand. You looked up at him apologetically, smacking your hand over your mouth to stay the scream that didn’t want to stop.

He set you on the roof of what was left of a building and pat you on the head, a gesture that you read as “stay” before pulling out his axe. You weren’t going anywhere, even if you wanted to. The drop was fifteen feet down, and the stairs were just charcoal at the base of the building.

“Attack!” the leader of the soldiers shouted, but their moves in their heavy metal armor were slow. Ash swung his arm in a sweeping stroke that sliced four of them in half where they stood. The other one, eyes wide with horror, turned tail and ran.

Replacing his axe, he picked you up again and headed into the woods. This time, you had enough sense to keep quiet.

You’d never been to the Orc camp before, but you heard it before you saw it. The brassy sound of a grinder and hammers on metal rang through the trees, blended with the shouts of the Orcs in their language. There were lots of huge tents and fires spotted here and there. The camp was buzzing with activity. Orcs ran around shouting at one another, some gathering weapons, some sending groups in the direction you came. You recognized many of them as some of your customers. They often came in groups and hauled away vats of the noodle stew you sold.

A few Orcs waved at Ash but didn’t pay you much mind as he carried you to the nicest-looking tent. It had a banner outside of it with a gold bear embroidered into the fabric. Ash set you on the ground at the door and handed you your poker before patting you on the back, indicating you should go in.

“What’s in there?” you asked.

He said something in Orcish that you didn’t understand and walked away. There were too many other giants around to attempt an escape, so you pulled aside the fur covering the door and peeked inside.

“Hello?”

Your question was returned with a deep voice, smooth as a glassy pond.

“Enter, little one.”

Taking a few steps inside, you were faced with what you could only describe as the most handsome Orc you’d ever seen. His skin was a deep olive, and his hair fell over his shoulder in a long, dark sheet with small braids here and there. His tusks were large, but they seemed only to highlight how well his lips were formed. His features were harsh and defined but not unattractive, with a straight nose and deep-set gold eyes. The only thing you could point out as a flaw was a dark scar from his forehead to the right corner of his jaw.

You assumed the Orcs were blunt tools, sprinting into battle with no real plan, but this one was sitting at a high table examining maps with a book in his hand.

“I’m…I’m not sure why I’m here,” you said, brandishing your poker, though you didn’t feel like you were in any particular danger.

“I asked Ash to fetch you,” he said without looking up. “You’re the noodle shop woman.”

“My name is (Y/N), not “noodle shop woman,” and I don’t have a shop anymore. The soldiers burned it.”

He put his book down and turned his gold eyes to you.

“That’s why you’re here.”

“I don’t understand.”

His eyes drifted over you before they settled on the poker you were still holding up.

“You were feeding most of the camp. If there’s no shop to visit, you can make noodles here.”

You blinked up at him.

“Oh…Am I your prisoner?”

He chuckled.

“If you’d like to go back to your people, I won’t stop you, but judging how they burned down your village without hesitation, I think you’re safer with us.”

You had to admit that made some sense, but you still weren’t buying it.

“I can’t stay here with you!”

He tipped his head, the corner of his lip twitching up slightly.

“Why is that, little one?”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“First of all, I’m NOT little, and second, an Orc camp is no place for a lady.”

A shudder that had nothing to do with fear shot down your spine as his eyes moved over your body. He crossed the room, scooping you up, and setting you on his table. Your feet dangled far from the ground.

“What- What are you doing?” you snapped, waving your weapon at him.

“My neck was hurting from looking down at you. You’re very short.”

The sparkle in his eyes told you he was teasing you, which drew heat to your cheeks.

“Maybe compared to you. You’re unnecessarily large. What are you doing with all of that muscle? Are you going to arm wrestle your books?” you pouted, eyes drifting to the massive bicep peeking out of the fur vest he wore.

He laughed out loud, gracing you with a wide smile.

“You’ll fit right in here.”

You raised your nose at him, trying to look unconvinced.

“Where will I even sleep? All of your tents are big and drafty.”

“Since you’ve declared your intention to court me, I wouldn’t mind if you slept here.”

“Declared my intention to— Where did you get that idea?”

He flicked a fingertip at your poker.

“In the old days, Orc females came to their males' tent and threatened them into submission with their favorite weapon.”

Your cheeks burned like hot irons, and you almost dropped it.

“Well…I’m not trying to court you. It’s for protection.”

He snorted at you but nodded his head.

“If you say so, little one, but it will be much warmer in my tent if it’s drafts you’re worried about.”

“I don’t even know your name. Ash called you something in your language. I didn’t understand…”

He examined one of the feet you had dangling over the edge of his table. Compared to his big hand, it was tiny.

“Cautalin, it means something close to general in your language, but you can call me Cedar. That’s what my mother named me.”

Your eyes traveled over his barrel chest and thick arms.

“Seems about right,” you said, finally setting your poker down.

He picked it up, looked it over, and tested the weight in his hand.

“Not a bad choice,” he said. “Light but effective.”

You glanced up at him through your eyelashes, feeling cheeky.

“Do you feel like submitting?”

You watched a flicker of heat ignite in his eyes, and he slowly set it down.

“Come on, let's get you to bed, killer.”

He picked you up again, walking you over to a large pallet covered in furs.

“This is your bed.”

He gave you another smile.

“We’re in the middle of a battle; I won't be sleeping tonight. It's all yours.”

Though you weren't quite sure about sleeping in his bed, weariness overtook you at the sight of the comfortable, cozy furs, and you crawled in, wrapping yourself up to your chin in blankets.

He put your poker next to you and blew out the candle, slipping out the front flap as you dozed.

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You woke to yelling, but not the sound of battle. Crawling out of your furs, you picked up your poker and peeled out of the flap Cedar used as a door. Another Orc you didn't recognize was the one yelling, and Cedar had his arms crossed, looking bored.

Your eyes drifted to about twenty women, elderly, and children, cowering in the chilly morning air, their faces streaked with soot from the fire.

“They’re our enemies!” the strange Orc barked.

“Really, Asvoth? Are you really afraid of a handful of children and their mothers?”

“This is a war camp, not a nursery.”

“It's my camp, not yours. They stay.”

“I outrank you. I can take your command.”

Cedar snorted.

“Yet the King hasn't trusted you with a unit of your own. You're nothing more than an errand boy with a fancy title. Any of these children could take your job.”

Asvoth’s face turned a deep forest green from both embarrassment and indignation. He yanked the sword he wore on his back to his hand. Without thinking, you hopped in front of Cedar, waving your poker at the intruder. You had no idea why, a fact you only considered after you’d already put yourself in harm's way. Still, you'd made your move so the only thing to do was follow through.

“You heard Cedar! We’re not leaving! Get on if you know what's good for you!”

Asvoth sprung forward, dropping his sword toward your head. Your eyes squeezed shut, preparing for pain, but there was only the clang of metal. Opening one eye, you glanced up to see Cedar’s axe blocking the other Orc’s blow.

There was a moment when you thought Asvoth might overtake him, but Cedar’s muscles weren't all for show. He shoved the other Orc back, and he toppled over, landing on his butt in the dirt. His sword landed in front of the children with a CLANG.

“Woah!” the little ones cheered, circling around it like it was a strange animal.

A few of them tried to pick it up, but it was far too heavy, making their eyes pop even wider.

Cedar nodded at him, and a pair of Orcs from the camp dragged Asvoth up by the collar of his tunic, pushing him towards the forest.

“I'm reporting this!” He shouted over his shoulder as he stumbled towards the woods.

Cedar waved a hand at one of his Orcs, beckoning him closer.

“You and Orin follow him and make sure the King gets our side of the story, not his.”

When the situation seemed settled, Cedar looked down at you and patted your head.

“Thank you for your protection, little suitor,” he said with a smirk.

Your cheeks blew up in flames, but you puffed your chest and looked at the children watching Ash pick up the abandoned sword. They hopped around him like little bunnies, begging him to teach them to use it.

“I have no idea what you mean! I’m here to make noodles! Point me in the direction of my kitchen! These little mouths are probably hungry.”

He chuckled, but guided you with a large hand on your back to a large tent filled with whatever food supplies they had rescued from the village. You wrinkled your nose at the primitive workspace, but there were enough flour and eggs to work with. You were surprised to find someone had stuck in a lower table, perfect for your height. After washing your hands in a water basin, you got to cooking.

“What are you still doing here?” you asked Cedar, who had plopped down in a chair and was reading a book.

He smiled.

“Reading.”

You blinked at him, putting your floury fists on your hips. “Are you surveilling me? I’m not going to poison you all! I have to eat this too, you know.”

He tipped his head to the side, his gold eyes sparkling in the makeshift hearth.

“The sound of cooking is soothing. I liked to study in the kitchen while my mother cooked when I was a boy.”

You looked him up and down.

“I can’t imagine you as a child.”

You thought for a second, tapping your chin.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen an Orc child, actually.”

He looked back down at his book, shifting in his seat to get comfortable.

“You will,” he said as he flipped a page.

Your brow wrinkled at that nebulous statement, but you knew everyone was hungry after the long night, so you got back to work.

By midmorning, you had a stewpot big enough to feed an army filled with noodles, vegetables, and what little bit of venison the Orcs had been able to hunt between the battle.

“All done,” you said, clapping your hands and creating a puff of flour in the air.

Cedar got up and shouted something to his men, and two Orcs appeared to carry the big vat into the central circle so it could be served. You felt a sense of satisfaction when all the bowls were passed out and the children, tired humans, and bloodied Orcs were eating. The mothers spoke quietly between one another, while the children could hardly sit still, their big eyes following the Orcs every movement.

“Here.”

You looked up to find Cedar holding a bowl out to you. A grumbling stomach had you accepting it, and he patted the seat next to him for you to sit down. The two of you ate quietly for a moment before you asked him a question.

“What are you going to do with all of us?”

“Hmm?” he asked.

“Well, I mean when the battle is over. We have nowhere to go. Our town is destroyed.”

He looked at the children who, after scarfing down their bowls, were engaged in some game with Ash.

“I was hoping you would all return to our capitol city with us. That’s where we live when we’re not fighting.”

Your eyebrows jumped.

“To the Orc city? We’re humans. Don’t your people hate us?”

He shrugged.

“There are some weak minds who reveal their own fragility with their hate, but the rest of us like your kind. This whole war started because we wished to create allies amongst the humans.”

“What? The soldiers said you attacked!”

He chuckled.

“Your king has a very effective propaganda engine. That’s probably the only thing about him that is effective. We sent a delegation party to him to discuss our interest in mingling with you humans. You all are prolific; despite your size, you’re a sturdy bunch. We thought marriages would bolster our numbers and strengthen your stock. Your King attacked, and we were forced to defend ourselves. The force that attacked us was decimated, and he declared war.”

“You mean…you wish to mate with us?”

His eyes slid down to you, and he gave you a sharp nod.

“Is that so surprising?”

You thought about it for a moment.

“I don’t know…Maybe a little. You’re so strong. You’re not afraid we’ll diminish you?”

His thick hand cupped your chin and rubbed some flour away with his thumb. Your heart raced at his touch.

“Size is not what makes us strong. Our strength lies in our unbreakable bonds. Your King will be defeated, not because his forces are less than ours, but because he orders his men to betray his own people.”

He nodded towards the children, who were playing chicken fight on Ash and another Orc’s shoulders.

“They will remember it was men who burned down their village, stole their fathers from them, assaulted their mothers and Orcs who took them in, fed them, and helped them smile again.

“I suppose you’re right,” you agreed.

His smile widened.

“I will remember you took up arms to protect me against an enemy twice your size. You belong among the us.”

Suddenly the wool dress you wore was much too hot.

“I should go wash these before the next meal,” you squeaked, grabbing his empty bowl and scurrying away.

Once safe in the kitchen tent, you pressed your hand against your chest, trying to still your heart. Why did Cedar make you feel so fluttery? You’d never felt this way around anyone before. You usually kept to yourself and steered clear of romance. It had to be the battle, you decided. You were still hyped up from the night before. In a day or so, you were sure it would pass.

Dunking empty bowls in ice-cold river water helped cool your thoughts as you tried to focus on what to make for dinner. The Orcs stocks were pretty hefty, but they and the children ate a lot. You’d noticed many of the parents tipping some of their bowls into their little one’s, making sure they were fed properly in case the next meal didn’t come.

It saddened you it had to be this way. What horrible person decides to burn down their own citizens' village? Who was the King even protecting you from? Not the Orcs, that’s for sure.

A loud rabble outside dragged your attention away from the dishes, and you picked up your poker before peeking your head outside.

A few Orc scouts were speaking in rapid Orcish to Cedar. When they paused, his eyes immediately looked around for the children and frowned before he spoke to you all.

“The human King has sent reinforcements. They will close on our camp by nightfall.”

The mothers all gathered their children to their skirts, looking weary.

“Women and children to the kitchen tent! We will keep you safe, but you must stay hidden!”

You made way as a small stampede of humans rushed past you, many pushing their children to hide under the table.

“What’s happening?” You asked Cedar as people and Orcs rushed around.

He scrubbed his hand over his jaw, looking disturbed.

“Someone ran back to your King with a story that we’d kidnapped you, not taken you in from starving in a burnt-down village. We will win this fight, but then we will have to make the journey back to the capitol. They will keep attacking if they think you’re within their grasp. Do you think you can explain this to your people? We don’t intend to take anyone by force, but I wouldn’t trust the King’s soldiers.”

“Yes, of course. Whatever you need.”

You hurried back to the kitchen, where the humans were muttering to one another.

“Should we flee to the forest?” Isla, the former town candlemaker, asked. “Can we depend on the Orcs to protect us?”

Another woman scoffed.

“We can’t trust anyone. These Orcs are kind now, but they’ll sell us out at the drop of a hat.”

Linda, a quiet woman who worked as a weaver, whimpered.

“But we’ll starve in the forest alone. Word is the King’s men have raized every town for fifty miles!”

You inserted yourself into the conversation, holding up your hands.

“No one needs to escape to the woods. The Orcs are going to take us back to their capitol to keep us safe.”

Linda squeaked in horror.

“The Orc capitol?! Where they can enslave us?!”

“They have no plan to enslave you. Don’t you want your children to be safe? We will be safe behind their walls!”

“Or…when the King takes the city we’ll all be hung as traitors!”

“Shawna, don’t put that in her head. Linda, we’ll be fine. I trust Cedar.”

You paused on that thought, realizing not only was it true, it didn’t make any sense. You’d only just met him. Your conversation was interrupted by the shouting of men outside.

“We’ll talk about this later,” you hissed, “Here, take this.”

You armed the humans with whatever haphazard weapons you could find, mostly butcher knives and skillets.

Outside, you could hear the clang of weapons and the squelching sounds of metal piercing flesh.

“What's happening?” Linda asked, trying to get around you so she could peek out of the tent flap.

“Stay back!” You barked. “If they see us, we’re in trouble!”

You could tell she was losing it, hopping from one foot to another, her hands getting slippery on her knife.

“No, no, no,” she whimpered. “I don’t want to go with the Orcs. Even a human monster is better than them!”

Before you could grab her, she skipped through the doorway, running wildly into the fray. The other humans gathered around you, their opinions spilling out like loose marbles.

“What is she thinking?!”

“Linda, come back!”

“Let her go, she’s nuts.”

You clenched your jaw, squeezing your iron poker.

“She’s scared. I’ll go get her…you all stay put!”

Before anyone could stop you, you darted after her, trying to catch sight of her red skirt through the mess of armour-clad humans and massive Orcs. The King had sent a much larger force than the one that had burned down your village. The battle around you was brutal. You almost slipped on a puddle of blood, your eyes frantically searching for Linda.

You found her pointing her knife with shaking hands at a human soldier.

“What are you doing? I’m a human, too!”

“The King ordered you all dead!” he snarled, raising his sword at her. “No witnesses! Come on, do your duty to the kingdom, and die quietly!”

Panicking, you launched yourself at him, whacking him with your poker as you barreled into him. The two of you went down, metal clashing as you fell and dropped your weapons. Both of you scrabbled for purchase in the blood-soaked earth. You could hear Linda screeching beside you as you tried to overpower the soldier. His armor, now slick with mud, made it impossible to get a hold of him, and he triumphantly dragged himself to his sword, clumsily grabbing it by the blade and flinging it in your direction. You saw the metal flash in the firelight before pain exploded between your eyes, and your vision went black.

—

“Please tell me she’s not dead,” you heard Linda’s voice from far away.

Isla scoffed.

“You’d better hope she’s not, Linda. This is all your fault!”

“I'm sorry!” she simpered, “I made a mistake! I thought the soldiers were here to free us!”

“Free us from what? A good meal and a safe place to sleep?”

You dragged your eyelids open, vision blurry for a moment before it cleared.

“What…what happened?” you murmured.

“She’s awake!” Isla gasped.

You felt her cool hands against your cheek.

“Take it slow, here; have some water.”

She pushed a tin cup into your hands, and you wet your palette with a few sips. Looking around, you were surrounded by the humans, all looking very concerned.

“Is everyone okay?” you asked.

Isla smirked, and the other women tittered a bit.

“Thanks to you, I suppose. That chieftain or warlord or whatever saw you get knocked in the head and went berzerk. He killed most of the soldiers all by himself.”

Another woman poked her head out of the tent.

“She’s okay! You guys can untie him!”

“Untie who? Is the battle over?”

Isla nodded.

“Yeah, all the soldiers are dead. We’ve all been waiting for you to wake up so we can move the camp before the King sends anymore. Can you believe he ordered them to kill us? I guess so he could claim the Orcs did it and get more support for the war.”

She smirked at you.

“And as for who's tied up, your Orc friend thought you were dead. The others had to tie him up so he wouldn’t go on a rampage. He was ready to storm the King’s stronghold! You ought to see the ropes they had to use…thick as your waist!”

You heard the roll of stomping feet, and Cedar burst through the tent flap. His hair was wild, and his tunic was red with blood. He fell to his knees in front of you, holding his hands as if he couldn’t decide if you were safe to touch.

“Are you okay?” he asked, carefully prodding the bandage you had wrapped around your head. “That monster didn’t do any permanent damage, did he?”

“She’ll have a scar,” Isla said, “but I think she’s fine.”

Cedar’s face lightened, pulling you towards him, his big arms wrapping around you.

“Thank the goddess,” he sighed with a heavy breath. “I thought they’d taken you from me.”

He cupped your cheeks between his palms when he finally let you go.

“You are so stupidly brave, little one,” he gasped, eyes wet. “You have more honor than your people deserve.”

Behind him, Isla waved the women out of the tent, leaving the two of you alone. Not used to so much intimate attention, your cheeks warmed, and you weren’t sure where to look.

“I just didn’t want Linda to get hurt,” you muttered.

He gave you an odd smile, scooping you out of the cot you’d woken up in.

“Once I get you to our home in the capitol, I’m going to have to keep you locked up for your own safety,” he said, patting your head.

You looked up at him from where you were tucked, leaning on his bicep.

“Our home?”

He grinned at you, counting on his fingers.

“First step to Orc courting: Threaten your desired with your weapon. Done. Step two: Allure them with your cooking skills, cooking or hunting something delicious. Done. And the final step: Display your honor through a grand act of bravery. Done! You’ve effectively and thoroughly seduced me, little one! All that’s left is to take you home!”

He tipped your chin up with one thick finger and dipped his head to press his lips against yours. Your whole body felt like it was made of butterflies, every nerve flickering with excitement. Despite being covered in blood and mud, his kiss tasted like honey and sage. It felt like a warm cup of tea on a chilly morning. Your eyelashes fluttered shut and you sank into his warmth, despite yourself, happy to be alive and in his arms.

“Oh!” you gasped as he straightened his neck.

Your mouth fell open, unsure what to say. Before you could think of anything, Cedar carried you out of the tent, shouting orders at his men to pack up the camp so you could leave for the capitol.

#monster x girl #orc x reader #monster x reader #x reader #yandere x reader #soft yandere #orc boyfriend #monster romance #monster fluff #male yandere #yandere fluff #yandere romance #monster boyfriend #orc #orc romance

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bleuside97 · 8 months

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Licking Your Wounds

paring: boxer!jk x fem!reader

genre: jealous boyfriend

summary: Jungkook wins his boxing match so y/n gives him his special prize.

warnings: smut, jungkook eats y/n out in his dressing room, cussing, he dominant ash, he smirks like 71682 times, JK is such a flirt, jungkook is a simp for y/n

The huge arena fills with a roar as the crowd goes wild for the one and only Jeon Jungkook. Worldview Champion with a legacy of being 19 times undefeated. Everyone loves him. The crowd cheers for Jungkook, another win, leaving his opponent on the floor of the ring. The referee blows his whistle and gestures with this hands the fight was over. He raises Jungkook's right arm above his head clearing victory. Triumph he looks to the crowd all giddy and coy. The winner smiles at the crowd giving a respectful bow to the crowd, referee, then to his opponent. Thanking him and sure to shake his hand in all respects.

He makes sure he was fine before walking out of the ring. Walking down the steps to his manager massaging his shoulders. Praising him for another win. He doesn't seem to care too much for the praise. But he was looking for you backstage. And there you were within the sidle lines waiting for him to praise him along with his team. Cheering him on he walks towards you. He smirked and turned your way, winking.

He wiped his bloody nose and the sweat dripped down his forehead. “That win was for you, y/n.” He panted out of breath. His team rushed to cool him off with a mini fan and towels wiping off the sweat of his body. He sits in a chair to rest himself after the match as the members tend to him. His mind unable to think straight. So much happening at once. His thoughts can't help but remain on the incident that happened earlier that day. Jungkook caught you speaking to another guy backstage. In his mind he thinks that guy was making a move on you. In reality, you guys were only talking about the success of your boyfriend. Unfocused eyes he scolds, "I'm still not happy because of that guy flirting with you." He cocks an eyebrow at you waiting for your answer.

"You're way too jealous for your own good." You chuckled, grabbing his cheeks and pressing a long kiss to his lips. Pulling away you take one of your hands to scrunch his sweaty shirtless pecs.

"And you're way too stunning to be on your own." He smirked out playfully, he bites his lip looking down at you. while you admiring my six-pack abs that he's been working hard on. He pushes his tongue to his inner cheek, cockily. Pulling you up, he wrapped my free arm around your body. "Come with me."

You take his free hand without hesitation. "Where are we going, Jk?" Y/n uses one of the many nicknames given to him, her favorite was Jk commonly used but sweet and meaningful to her lover.

"We are going to my dressing room, babe." He smirked back. Dragging y/n to his dressing room. Finally arriving in the room he makes sure she gets in first before he does, slamming the door behind him. His back aggressively hits the door then his hand. He closes his eyes shaking his head. Y/n only stands in front of him. Goggling at his bare chest, heave up and down. Her eyes make their way down to his big arms. Right arm filled with beautiful tattoos. While the other one is bare. Then his hands, his big vainy hands. She loves his fingers especially. She needs his fingers.

He notices your staring and pulls you closer towards him, caressing your sides while pulling you along, your faces only a few inches apart. "And I got ... reward for you." You mumbled out, smirking. "I suppose we got some celebrating to do, congrats on winning, I knew you could do it!" His wanting hands caressing you in all the right places. His sweat beading down the ends of his hair and forehead down to his abs. You watched the sweat drip all the way down to his chest. You happily smirked thinking of all the things you want him to do to her.

He couldn't control himself. The rush of the fight along with your looks made it hard to keep his hands to himself."How about some more .. celebration?" He mumbled out, smirking. Jungkook pushed your back against the wall, his lips on yours as he pressed up against you. Your back only ached for a few seconds consumed by the pleasure Jungkook was giving you.

Jungkook began to slip off your shirt. By the hem of it pulling it over your head. Discarding it somewhere on the couch. You bite your bottom lip as Jungkook takes off your clothes. Taking a moment to admire, his eyes locked with yours. He smirked and slowly began to kiss your neck. The feeling of him leaving mouth kisses all on your neck makes you feral. The room was filled with your giggles. The giggles were a sign for him to step it up. His pink lips, soft, but full, was kissing and sucking at your neck. "Don't leave a hickey this time." You demanded him, the last time Jungkook gave you a hickey was when Jungkook was meeting your parents for the first time.

Lucky enough your parents didn't see. Even though, you're a grown woman. It's still embarrassing when your parents know you're having sex.

"No promises." He grumbled out, smirking. Not caring if there's one or 6 hickeys on your neck. Continuing to kiss and suck the other side of your neck and shoulder. Taking a moment to glance at your neck, there was a hickey from last time. He chuckled. "That thing is still there?"

"You're joking." You pushed him off to touch the spot of where the long term hickey was. You went to the mirror that was in the dressing room, to find that the hickey. She sees the fresh marks Jungkook has just left on her. She rolls her eyes annoyed. He was only being a jerk off. The hickey he pointed out had faded.

Coming behind you in the mirror he rests his head on your shoulder pouting his lips, putting both hands on your sides squeezing them ever so slightly. "C'mon baby, you know I like them." His hands make their way to your thighs. Lightly brisking them. One hand slowly makes its way to your vagina. "Are you wearing underwear?" His cheek, slightly brushing against yours. A slight blush forming on your face while his eyes remain locked on yours through the mirror.

"What if I told you I'm not." You answer in all honesty.

"Just how I like it." He smirked back, his hand smacked your bottom before spinning you to face him. His head cocks towards the couch. He pushes your back to the seat of the couch. You watch him as you spread your legs just enough. His eyes stare at your full body with lust. Thinking of all the things he will do to you. His left hand grips your hip and his spare hand strokes down the inside of your thigh before it reaches your hot core. Waiting for Jungkook to make a move.

Your body shudders when he brushes your clit, the direct contact is not enough for you. He spreads your lips open playing with them. Eyes looking up to you then to your pussy he's studying you and your reaction. "You're so pretty." He kisses your clit. Your body is responding well and you seem to be aching for his mouth. Aching for him. That's all he ever wanted. The top of his warm tongue licks the top of your clit. He slowly begins to lick up and down across your clit, rolling the bud with his tongue a few times. He carefully bites down the bud. You react with you thrusting your hips to his face. He enjoys seeing you squirm under him. You moan out. Circling is tounge in you he begins to suck your clit earning another moan from you.

"Fuck, Jungkook." You let a shaky moan. Guiding his head with your hand in his long hair to where you want him. His ears and head filling with pride he can't help but smile. You feel Jungkook chuckle against you. "So good!" Like a vibration in your coochie, it sends you closer and closer to your climax. He continues to fuck you with his tounge in your hole and within seconds he has you squirting. You let out a relief breathe. "Shit." Your back arches. His lips return to yours in a hungry kiss. You can taste your juices on his tongue mixed with his saliva. Your body writhes beneath his, toes curling, teeth digging down on his shoulder in a failed attempt at keeping quiet.

"You taste so good baby..." He whispers out, still nibbling on your bottom lips. Both of your bodies are pressed tighter almost as if they fit perfectly together. He kept tasting your lips with his tongue before moving my lips over to your neck once again.

Eyes, still locked with yours, were filled with passion, love and lust. Knowing you wanted him just as much as you wanted you. Which made the moment much more intense. His bulge throbbed in desire. His fingertips continued to run across your hips.

"You know you're lucky I spoil you." He smirked out, looking into your eyes. Moving hair out of your face to behind your ear. His fingers running through your hair, his lips planted on your forehead, hands sliding down your back, teasing you with the clips of your bra. "He eventually unclips it. Seeing you sit so pretty for him has him hard. He massages your lower back, your legs wrap around his waist. "This good?" He mumbled out in question, still planting small kisses on your shoulder.

"What if someone catches us?" Y/n asks in a soft tone, almost as if you were unsure to speak up.

Eyes look at you. A stoic smirk creeps on his face. "They won't catch us. And if they do, let them watch. They'll just be jealous of this moment, that's all." While his hands slipped lower to the top of your hips. His fingers gently slide underneath. "You don't want me to stop, do you?" You shake your head no.

His eyebrows raise. "Then I won't stop. Not until you beg me to stop. But you have to use your words to stop me, princess."

authors note: hope you like this im honestly kind of proud of this one idek but it could have been better ig. Also, errors if you find any errors like 'my' don't mind it. So, as I said in my last post i'm going to start being more consistent. I'm thinking of posting at least 5 times a week just to start off. If you guys wanna request and talk to me go right ahead. I'm a nice person so feel free to hmu.. ☺️ And you can request me to write anything I won't judge trust me. Also, I'm down to collab with any writers so hmu.

#jungkook #jungkook smut #bts smut #bts fluff #bts reaction #yandere bts #bts angst #bts army #boyfriend jungkook #imagines #boxing #romance #bts imagines #bts oneshot #jungkook oneshot #bts drabble #jungkook drabble #jungkook x reader

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queenie-the-court-jester · 2 months

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OH FLUFFY STORY, UHM uhm, Cupid! Reader accepts and slowly tries to patch up his wings and he turns into a househusband HAHAHA I think it be Hella cute to come home to a cutie wearing an apron 'kiss the chef!' and then you hug him and tousle his hair and he just has this stupid bright happy grin on his face.

💌sweetheart mentally scarred the both of you with the whole 'cutting wings off' stunt. You still shivered whenever you'd find a pink feather hidden somewhere. Since the bones really hurt and we're uncomfortable when he'd try to sleep, you carefully cut them off with some specialized tools you found on amazon for half price

💌 leaving them as little nubs and gently rubbing soothing lotion on the areas around. All while he let out happy little groans, leaning into your touch. All the pain was so worth it, because now you're both married! Roomies

💌at first he was banned from the kitchen since he almost burned it down trying to heat up milk. But with enough cooking lessons and precautions he got the hang of it. Packing you cute little lunches and doing all the housework. He has this little fantasy where you come home from work everyday and lay him down and stroke his cock and-

💌 he's a pervert. Going through your underwear to save for personal use. Where does he hide it? Who knows. He practically salivates when ever you walk around the house naked, no matter how many times he sees you in the nude, he always gets a boner and a nosebleed

💌he somehow convinces you to actually get married with him? Where the hell did he get those rings and marriage papers from- expect him to be whining about wanting kids next. Sweetheart learns how to bark like ishowspeed...

💌 turning him into an honorable member of society was the biggest challenge ever, he's so strange and odd. Sometimes you lose him in crowds only to find him up a tree moments later. You had to buy multiple matching couple shirts just so people could return him

💌 sweetheart started growing out his hair, you brushed it off as him trying a new style. but In reality he got the delusional idea that if he grew his hair out long enough he could tie you up with it and fuck you stupid like a good husband should

💌don't let him eat sugar, he'll get a sugar rush and zoom around the house like crazy. Biting you and demanding to let him suck your nipples. What is with this man and sucking nipples. You need to put a gag on him or something before he wants to start sucking your genitals

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dr3c0mix · 10 months

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Hello, I'm the person who requested the yandere orc and I just wanted to say I loved it! At the end of that request I said I would ask for minotaur if you didn't do orc. But I still want to request yandere minotaur because I am a big fan of how you write yandere stuff. So can you please write yandere minotaur x reader.

(I would like it if the minotaur was just a hunk of muscle that no one would dare mess with, but becomes putty for reader. If you have another idea, use it!)

Flowers For My Cleric

Yandere! Minotaur x GN Reader

Edit!! Nsfw content removed! Replaced with some extra fluff!!

🌾 Ashvan was a part of a clan of warriors, ones that are feared and respected for their strength and brutality throughout the land.

🌾 He's seen fighters of all kinds from the biggest orcs and golitaths to the smallest goblins and kobalts. He's seen almost everything and everyone on the battlefield.

🌾 But nothing prepared him for you.

🌾 You looked so small and soft compared to everyone else. So out of place from the rough and tough warriors with bodies decorated in scars and tattoos.

🌾 It was during a welcoming feast that he first met you. You were the newest member of the clan and everyone welcomed you warmly.

🌾 He asked one of his close friends what your deal was and he learned that you were supposed to be their healer.

🌾 Vibrant music played in the tavern, but all he could see and hear was you and your adorable little laugh.

🌾 Your smile shined like the sun and your movements were so graceful and soft.

🌾 You went around meeting everyone, occasionally healing a fresh wound or two until he came face to face with you in all your glory.

🌾 "H-hi.."

🌾 "Hi!.."

🌾 He's almost crumbling at the sight of you. It's the first time he's ever been nervous.

🌾 Never before has he felt such a feeling, not even when he was facing the deadliest foes. How is a big and tough minotaur like himself shaking at the feet of such a gentle creature?

🌾 You start to laugh awkwardly the more he just kept staring at you. You pat his arm comfortingly before moving on to greet the rest of the clan.

🌾 It felt as if he was touched with the finest silk!

🌾 You'd run into him quite often while in the clan. You'd see him laughing with his friends with confidence and pride in his walk, but the moment you say hello, he'd be reduced to a stuttering babbling mess trying to say hi back. His friends would have to bring him away from you so he won't embarrass himself further.

🌾 "O-oh! Hello cleric! W-we were just uh..going to spar, you can join us if you want..b-but you don't have to! I mean you're probably busy but I would love to have you there..n-not to spar though! I mean you can..but you can watch..I-I'm not calling you weak or anything! You probably can take care of yourself pretty well, b-but if you ever need anyone to protect you, you know..o-only if you want to-"

🌾 He follows you around sometimes, pretending to be doing something else like carrying around some supplies or sharpening his weapon. When you turn away, he would have a lovesick smile on his face.

🌾 If you catch him staring, he'd panic and try to hide behind a barrel or crate, doesn't really help that he's a large minotaur. You'd giggle at the sight of a tall and fearsome creature hiding from you as best as he could with his tail and horns peeking through the crate.

🌾 "M-me? Hiding? Noooo! I-I don't need to hide! I-I'm a warrior!..heheh.."

🌾 His friends would try to help him out, telling him advice that may or may not work. I don't think gifting your crush the head of your enemies is pretty romantic though...

🌾 You would be fixing up your medical supplies when you feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around and Ashvan would be towering above you, shakily offering you a small, sort of roughed up bouquet of wild flowers in his large cloven hand.

🌾 Some of the stems look a bit bent and most of their petals have fallen off, but it's cute either way.

🌾 "C-Cleric! I uhm...found these uhm..flowers and uh..thought of you!..Well they're small and cute..n-not saying you're small! I-I mean you are because I'm bigger and stuff and uhm...j-just take them.."

🌾 You giggle and thank him, taking the flowers from him. He huffs out from his snout as your hands touch. As you take the flowers from him, he grunts, nodding as he awkwardly walks away.

🌾 As soon as he's out of sight, he's giggling like a little schoolgirl at the thought of you liking his gift, he's going off to get more flowers for you if you don't mind.

🌾 He might confuse normal plants he finds cute as flowers, so you now have a vase full of yellow wheat he got from a field one day.

🌾 The first time he was sent to be healed by you was like being in heaven. He watched you closely as you gently healed the gash on his chest as if it was a seam on a fabric.

🌾 He took the time to study your face, how you stuck your tongue out or pursed your lips when you concentrate, or the way you ghost your delicate fingers over his rough skin, it took a lot not to swoon as you touched his chest.

🌾 "You're uhm...very good with your hands! hahah.."

🌾 Yes he steals your clothes, and its ok because you have more anyway that he'll also eventually steal...

🌾 He would get hurt on purpose to see you again and be touched by you, going to bed that night and fantasizing about you coddling and cooing over him. Hey! Even a big burly minotaur wants to be treated right!!

🌾 But for now, he's just a shy and nervous bull man who adores you from far away <3

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chikaras-garden · 5 months

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I think Demonhead Damian would absolutely love to take care of his lover when she’s sick, even going as far as to do the cooking himself instead of relying on his servants (just in case someone tries to take advantage of your weakened state and poison you).

This one goes out to all the babes who apparently got sick over the holidays (I'm babes).

Something is wrong with your powers. Not in the sense that you’re a danger to those around you, no—but they are draining you more than usual, leaving you hopelessly fatigued and, well, sick.

So sick that you barely have the energy to lift your head when a pair of servants enter your room shadowed by Damian, who watches them like a hawk.

When one of them sets a bowl on your nightstand, you eye it curiously. Blearily, you ask, “What is that?”

Damian gives you an incredulous look. “It is soup.”

The servants step back into the shadowy corners of the room, and it’s almost as if you’re alone with Damian when he sits on the edge of your bed, then pulls the bowl into his lap.

“Red lentil soup. I made it myself,” he murmurs while presenting the spoon to your dry lips. You eagerly take what he feeds you, and it tastes so wonderful that you suddenly, painfully recall that it’s been too long since you ate anything.

“Why?” you husk, rubbing at your tired eyes for but a moment before Damian’s hand replaces yours, and he soothes your face with a warm cloth.

And there’s that look again. “Because you are ill.”

“But we have servants—“

He silences you with a kiss on your forehead. “I trust no one around you when you are so weak, beloved. I barely trust myself.”

“Damian,” you whisper, suddenly breathless with something much more pleasant than your lingering cough. It isn’t that you doubted his ability to cook—you’re certain he can do anything he decides to do—but you’re surprised and touched that he would go to all that trouble, humbling himself in this way only for you.

“Hush,” he soothes. When he dips the spoon into the soup again, you catch the faintest hint of a shy smile on his lips. “Eat now, please. I need to ensure your strength returns.”

#i don't remember how i do my dividers for fluff #petal stop making the yandere boyfriend goals(tm) challenge #fun fact i wrote this while sitting in my car because my apartment building's fire alarm went off WHILE I WAS IN THE SHOWER #and yes i'm still sick #damian help me #damian wayne x reader #batfam x reader #🌸— mine.#🌸— damian wayne.#demonhead!damian

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a-random-weeb · 7 months

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Can I request yandere fyodor, Akutagawa and chuuya with a fem crybaby reader? Like they don’t try to escape or break any rules they just sit in the corner and cry out of fear while trembling.

Oh, that sounds kind of fun!

Characters: Akutagawa, Chuuya, Fyodor

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Akutagawa:

•He always feels so bad

•He's not as good with words, so he just hugs you

•After he kidnaps you, he feels incredibly guilty

•He doesn't like how scared you are

•He tries to look on the bright side, at least you obey him?

•He has no idea what to do while you're shaking and crying in the corner, so he just kneels down infront of you and pats your head, kissing your forehead

•He tries to be really sweet, but probably accidentally glares at you while you're crying, making you cry harder

•At this point he's panicking he tries to pay you again, but pats you a little too hard and hits you 😭

•He attempts to apologize, but don't forget, it's also Akutagawa so...

•He apologizes but it seems like he's not really sorry because of his apathetic face (he is sorry)

•So the whole thing would end in chaos, him panicking and you in tears, but that doesn't mean he'll ever let you leave

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Chuuya:

•For the first little bit, he just comforts you

•He'll kill whoever made you cry

•Or, if you have anxiety or something, he'll just hold you to his chest and comfort you

•It doesn't take long for him to kidnap you though

•He can't stand to see you so sad all the time

•Don't worry though, he'll protect you from this cruel world!

•He takes you to his mansion

•He locks you in the basement

•He planned ahead, he got you a gorgeous room down there, a nice bed of your favorite color, cute plushies (if you like those), all the accessories and jewelry you could possibly want, and whatever decor you like

•He hates how scared you are at first, of he wanted to hurt you, he wouldn't have gotten you this gorgeous room

•No, no! Don't try to get away! Why are you so scared? He won't hurt you!

•He holds you close as you cry and sob

•He hates being the reason you're crying

•The worst part is, you're being good! You haven't done anything to deserve how afraid you are!

•He absolutely hates how sad and scared you are, but He'll never let you go

°•.*✮⋆˙⋆｡°✩°•.*✮⋆˙⋆｡°✩°•.*✮⋆˙⋆｡°✩°•.*✮⋆˙⋆｡°✩°•.

Fyodor:

•At first, he just find you an annoying, weak, crybaby

•He's low-key mad he fell for you

•Eventually though, his views on you change

•You're so nice to people, you're too pure for this world, and so, he kidnaps you

•He likes to play around with you

•He see's how hard he can make you cry, how to cheer you up, what you act like when you're at your lowest, ect.

•He's not purely cruel with this, he also likes to see how long he can be around you and be nice before you cry over something

•He loves how obedient you are

•If you're crying over something stupid, or that he deems dumb, he'll just leave you there to cry depending on how good you've been

•Since you're typically obedient, he does sometimes comfort you when you're crying over dumb things

•If you're crying for an actual good reason he'll always comfort you

•Sometimes he feels bad for how much you cry, especially since you're such a 'good girl' as he calls you

•He doesn't often show he feels bad unless you pick up on the subtle, accidental hints he gives

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i hope you liked this! I had a lot of fun writing this

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yandere-paramour · 2 months

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Vivien NSFW Headcanons Part 1

Vivien loves sex.

All kinds of sex. He loves fast and slow, gentle and rough, and any position he can manage to get into. He is pretty adventurous and willing to do nearly anything you want. The only things he really can’t bring himself to do is degrade you really badly, hurt you and leave bad marks, or let anyone see your body but him.

He is a bisexual switch. He absolutely loves touching you, but he also finds a lot of appeal in you touching him. When he is feeling dominant, he loves to lavish you with lots of praise and mild degradation, but he won’t say anything that bothers you, he doesn't want you to feel in any way uncomfortable.

He will most likely pin your hands above your head or tie you up while he worships all your body and teases you. He much prefers bondage for you over him as without literal knots, he can’t keep his hands away from you. When he is feeling submissive (which isn’t often but isn’t rare either), he loses all control of himself. He will strain against his bonds and absolutely beg you to untie him and let him touch you or for you to touch him.

He kind of has a fantasy of you masturbating while he is tied to a chair and forced to watch, and he is struggling to get to you and help you out. Better tie him tight otherwise he’ll get in there.

He has a lot of stamina and almost no shame. He will have sex on any surface in any position at any time. He is not fully opposed to sex in public places, but he is less fond of the idea of people seeing you. He doesn’t care about people seeing him, he is just too possessive of your body to allow anyone else to see you. He prefers his sex a little more rough than gentle, and his strokes are usually fast and deep (he wants you to feel every inch of him). He very much would like to take Darling from behind and give them a few smacks on the ass if the mood calls for it.

However, if Darling prefers it, he can be very soft and romantic. He’ll buy soft sheets, light candles, and even sprinkle some petals from his precious flowers on the bed or in a hot bath. And he’ll do everything he can to hold back for them, trying to keep things to sensual strokes and caresses and tender kisses. In these romantic sessions, he is kind of into dacryphilia. He loves to see happy tears spilling from your eyes, knowing that you are feeling so engulfed in his love inside and out that you can’t help but feel emotional enough to cry as he fucks you. Makes him want to lick your tears away and thrust deeper.

This might end up turning into his other kink, overstimulation. Vivien has so much stamina that he could go for many rounds, even if Darling can’t. He just wants to make sure you’re very thoroughly satisfied before he stops.

He loves makeout sessions, although they never last long. He gets hard at everything so makeouts pretty much always lead to sex. If they don’t end up leading to sex, then Darling will be covered in hickeys in as many places as they’ll allow and Vivien will have to go to the bathroom to take care of himself.

Vivien likes to bite so everyone knows you’re his.

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6eeznut · 1 year

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QUESTION OF THE DAY.

: whos slasher that has the biggest, the longest, and the thickest ding dong in your opinion? and can you take them full in one try? 😳

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sky-high-standards · 11 months

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Yandere Model x Designer reader

He was a stuck up brat who was the king of gossip and cared about no one untill you came along.

He thought you were a model when he first saw you but was pretty surprised when he was told you were a designer.

He started to fall for you when he saw how talented, hardworking ,sweet and not to mention how cute you were.

He absolutely loved how close you got when you took his measurements or repaired his outfit before a show.

But nomatter how hard he tried he just couldnt get you to like him and he has tried everything from buying you the latest perfumes sending you pasteries imported from France and bringing you flowers everyday.

Why dont you like him back he's smart famouse super hot an not to mention rich and a snobby inconsiderate brat.

The saddest thing is that you are super close with every single one of your models exept for him.

He totally dispises it when you pay more attention to the other models instead of him and would stanggle them on the spot if he could.

Very soon he became incredibly touchy with you like touching your thigh when you two sit next to eachother or caressing your arm when you take his measurements.

Pretty soon he got tired of all of the harassement and asked for a new model to replace him and he did not take this well and got all the other models fired by using all the dirt he had on them.

So you where stuck with him but you finally snapped when he said on national television that you two where dating.

So you asked him why he treated you like this and he kissed you right then and there and confessed his undying love for you.

You obviosly rejected him and where about to report him untill he grabbed your wrist harshly and threatend to end your career by spilling all the dirt he had on you.

So now you're a "beautiful" couple at least that's what the world thinks and if it wasn't obvious you're never leaving him.

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Your wolf king husband defends your honor

General Plot: A visiting king and his son start trouble with Joel and Sterling

Wolf King (Sterling) x female bunny reader

Word Count: 2.5k

💕 SFW MASTERPOST 💕

W: sfw werewolf fluff, some fighting

“I’m going to grind you into mush!” Joel shouted and your attention flickered from the servant holding china patterns for you to choose across the garden where he should have been playing.

“Joel! Get off of him!” you howled as you rushed across the lawn in your fluffy dress. You hurriedly tried to peel your newly adopted son off of the lion cub he was pummeling. Hearing your voice he threw another solid punch into the cub’s nose before standing in front of you defensively, growling and frothing at the mouth.

“She’s not a real queen!” the lion cub, who happened to be the son of a visiting King pouted, smearing the blood that was running down his nose across his face. Joel had done a number on the slightly larger cub, leaving him with a big black eye in addition to the bloody nose.

“I’m telling my father! We’ll- we’ll go to war with you and then I’ll eat her for dinner!” he cried as he ran away.

You sighed watching the little prince go before turning your attention to Joel.

“Baby, what’s going on?” you asked, turning his face to you to examine the little scratches the cub had given him trying to fight back.

“He said you’re not my momma and that a herbivore can’t even be Queen, but he’s wrong. You are Queen and you are my momma!”

You sighed, pulling him into your skirt and giving him a hug before reprimanding him.

“While I agree with you,” you stated, “being a Prince means you have to use your words not your fists. You can’t start a whole war over me!”

He pouted up at you.

“Yes I CAN!” he snapped back at you.

You frowned and he at least looked a little contrite.

“Do not raise your voice at me Joel,” you said firmly.

He pouted but nodded.

“Now let’s get you to the doctor to look after your cuts,” you said, taking his hand and leading him out of the castle garden.

“He doesn’t know anything,” Joel said to you, squeezing your hand as you made your way through the castle, “he’s just a stupid lion. If he starts a war with me, I’m starting a war with him and MY daddy will win!”

“There will be no wars,” you assured him, carefully hiding your smile. It was sweet that he was so protective of you. He’d declared himself your hero and went all around the castle correcting anyone who dared disrespect you.

“We still have to have dinner with King Harold and his son this evening. It’s your duty as a prince to receive your guests with kindness and grace.”

“But he disrespected you!” he argued.

“Lots of people disrespect me, but I don’t go around punching every one of them in the nose!” you replied.

He laughed.

“Of course not! You’re a bunny! That’s my job! I’m a strong wolf. I will protect you.”

You wouldn’t lower his self esteem telling him he wasn’t quite a strong wolf, yet.

“Sometimes we can protect people with words,” you explained, “you don’t have to fight everyone.”

Joel bit his lip and you hoped he’d heard what you were trying to teach him as you showed the doctor the cuts and bruises he’d gathered.

“How dare you?!” a high pitched voice echoed in the doctor’s office and a very angry looking lion Queen came barging in holding the lion prince in her arms as if he were just a baby despite his size. Her eyes immediately focused on you as you placed yourself between her and Joel.

“That child is a monster! Look what he did to my boy!” she snarled and the sniveling prince peeked out over her arms looking as pathetic as he could, “he’s just like his mother! Unhinged! Unstable! A complete disgrace!”

You had to hold in your sigh as the little boy appeared to be just fine, just with a few bruises, but everyone knew about Joel’s biological mother. How she’d gone mad and tried to set the castle on fire, in the end killing herself and several servants. She’d never been well liked to start with. She was a cruel wolf despite Sterling’s attempts to tame her and her legacy hung over Joel like a dark cloud.

“I'm very sorry Amelia,” you said trying to placate the visiting Queen, “the boys were just roughhousing and I think things got out of hand. Joel is very sorry.”

“No I’m not!” Joel announced from behind you.

“Well of course the boy is running wild with a weak mother…if I can even call you that!” she snapped, glaring at you, “and it’s QUEEN Amelia to you.”

You tried not to narrow your eyes at her, Joel was technically in the wrong, but the little cub should have been well trained enough not to insult another prince in his own castle. Trying to be diplomatic, you brushed the insults away, turning your attention to the doctor.

“I think he’s finished with Joel, Amelia,” you said evenly, “let’s have the doctor have a look at those bruises. I’m sure a lion cub can withstand a couple of bumps, don’t you? Or is Joel that much stronger than him?”

Amelia looked like she would have eaten you whole if she could, but you didn’t bother sticking around to continue taunting her, picking Joel up and plopping him on the floor so you could guide him out of the doctor’s office.

“I told you lions are jerks,” Joel pouted as you made your way to your living quarters, hoping to keep the precocious pup occupied until dinner.

“It’s not right to say all lions are jerks, you don’t know all lions,” you said and then gave him a little smile, “only she is a jerk.”

Joel grinned up at you and you gave his hand a conspiratorial squeeze.

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Dinner started about as well as you had expected, which was not great. Amelia shot lasers at you from across the table, while Joel made faces at the little lion cub, whose name was Harry, after his father.

“The chicken is dry, take it away and bring me another,” Amelia complained to your servants and with a flick of your eyes you gave your servant your approval to replace it.

It had taken some time for the carnivores in the castle to accept you as their Queen, but the herbivores, which made up most of the staff adopted you immediately, thrilled to have a bunny represented in the aristocracy. They were always hovering around you, worried that you weren’t being cared for properly.

A sheep servant gracefully set a new plate of chicken in front of Queen Amelia and you smiled your thanks.

“I heard the boys had a bit of a tussle today,” Sterling said as he worked on his steak and you winced, hoping no one would bring it up.

“Yes,” Amelia snarled, “your brat attacked my son and his so-called mother did absolutely nothing about it!”

“Well of course not, Amelia,” Harold spat, “she’s just a bunny with a crown, what do you expect her to do with a wild wolf pup? He needs a carnivore mother to keep him in line.”

“Maybe the boy is just too young to play with Joel,” Sterling commented, “Joel’s quite a bit stronger. I’m sure he didn’t mean to hurt the young prince. He just doesn’t know his strength and didn’t realize he needed to be delicate with him.”

“Are you implying my son is weak?!” Harold snapped.

Sterling shrugged.

“I’m only stating the obvious,” he said, “your boy lost the fight, he’s clearly not at Joel’s level.”

Harold’s eyes flashed and his fork dropped.

“My boy is NOT weak! Your son is a little monster, just like his mother,” he snapped.

Sterling held back a growl, but he bared a sliver of fang.

“His mother is sitting at the table with us and she is very gentle, I assure you,” he said, glancing over at you.

You gave him a small pleading smile to stop this nonsense, but he only winked at you.

“It’s unnatural,” Harold growled, “a herbivore mothering a carnivore…”

“Your son’s nanny is a herbivore, is she not?” Sterling went on, poking the proverbial bear, “I’m sure she does more mothering than Amelia. I’m told she spends most of her time drunk…that’s probably why your son is so weak. He’s got poor role models.”

Amelia growled, but it couldn’t be denied that she’d already had a whole bottle of wine by herself, not to mention whatever she drank before dinner.

Trying desperately to guide the conversation elsewhere you inquired after Amelia’s meal.

“Is the chicken better?” you asked, looking up from your mushroom bolognese.

“No,” she snapped, “but of course a staff full of herbivores wouldn’t know how to cook meat properly. It’s disgusting. You should have carnivore cooks.”

She glared at Sterling.

“Are you letting this silly herbivore drain this castle of what’s left of its dignity?”

“Queen (Y/N) has arranged a healthy, delicious meal that suits our tastes just fine,” he snapped, “perhaps the wine has dulled your senses.”

“What are you implying?” Harold growled.

“I’m not implying anything,” he snapped back, “I’m very clearly stating that your drunk wife can’t taste anything but spirits. Our cooks can’t perform miracles!”

At that Harold jumped up from the table and bared his teeth.

“Say that again, I dare you!” he snarled.

“Your wife is a lush, and that’s why your son is soft,” he hissed back.

You quickly looked at Joel who was watching the whole interaction with interest. When you glanced back Harold was flying across the table at Sterling, who was happy to receive him with a punch to the jaw. The two of them hit the ground in a pile of fists and fur and you quickly gathered Joel as your guards surrounded the two of you.

For his part Joel was cheering his dad on, grinning from ear to ear.

You couldn’t help but be frightened by the fight, but Sterling was significantly more fit than the lazy lion king and quickly had him pinned, while the rest of your guards surrounded Amelia and her son. Sparing the children the sight of his throat being ripped out in front of them, Sterling had the foreign king arrested and taken to the dungeon, while his wife and son were sequestered in their quarters.

—

“What sort of example are you setting for Joel?” you pouted as you swabbed one of Sterling’s cuts with some cleanser, “I just got done telling him he can’t fight everyone!”

He gave you a big grin. He didn’t need you to patch him up, but he liked when you did. So he’d forgone the doctor and you were standing in his bedroom while he sat on his bed applying ointment to his cuts.

“He came at me first!” he argued, smirking at you, “I had to defend myself!”

You crossed your arms and gave him a look.

“You provoked him and you know it!” you said.

He snorted and waved his hand, sweeping you towards him by the waist with the other.

“He provoked me,” he said, one hand drifting up to play with your ear, as he seemed to like to do, “no one insults my Queen and the mother of my child and certainly not in my own castle.”

“Fine,” you said, sighing, “but what now? You’ve probably started a war!”

He shrugged.

“We were going to war anyways. They came here with a bad attitude, intending to start trouble, not to make peace.”

His fingers dropped to cup your chin.

“And it was worth every lick to defend your honor.”

Your cheeks warmed and you fluttered your eyelashes finding somewhere else to look.

“I’m not worth a whole war,” you muttered, focusing on his shoulder and brushing off a bit of dirt.

He made a noise in the back of his throat.

“Look at me,” he said a bit more gently, holding your chin between his large fingers he met your eyes with his shining black orbs, “you are worth this whole kingdom and more. You’re the glue that holds this family together and always have been, since Joel was just a baby and Gina…It doesn’t matter what you eat or what kind of teeth you have. You’re worth a thousand of those lions.”

You balked a bit that Sterling didn’t even refer to her as Joel’s mother anymore.

“I can’t do what I need to do without you and I don’t want to,” he went on, focusing on you again, “you are everything to me and Joel.”

He leaned in to you and brushed his lips over yours. You gasped into his mouth as this was the first physical affection he’d shown you since you’d become Queen. You didn’t think romance would be part of your new job, that it was all just for Joel’s sake, but your heart pounded in your chest as warmth spread over you. He gave you another light kiss and leaned back to look at you, fingering your long ear gently.

“So yes, I will take an insult to you as if I’d been insulted personally and I will defend you until the day I die,” he promised, squeezing your waist and holding you to him, “even if I have to go to war to do it.”

Then he winked at you, his usual mischievousness returning.

“And don’t bother fussing about it,” he said, “we’re going to show those lazy lions exactly how wolves protect what’s theirs, and we’ve already captured their King, so I anticipate it will be short. You’re a strong, elegant, beautiful Queen and the people love you. Don’t ever doubt yourself.”

You nodded a bit weakly at him, a smile sneaking its way onto your lips. He gave you a gentle look and smiled back.

“Momma! Did you see how Daddy took down that stupid lion!” Joel exclaimed, barrelling into the room, oblivious to the rising tension.

“Yes, I saw,” you sighed, gathering Joel in your arms and giving him a little smile, “your father is very, very impressive and we are lucky to have him.”

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bleuside97 · 7 months

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Redemption and Regression

paring: babydaddy!jungkook x exgirlfriend!reader

summary: even after five years there is not escaping of jeon jungkook.

warnings: reader has a four year old child, reader gets kidnapped by jjk, manhandling, harsh words, profanities, a bit of angst,

genre: yandere jungkook

"Hi mommy." A little voice called through the phone call. You hold the phone close to your ear. Relief filled your senses by hearing your son's voice. Looking both ways before crossing the empty street. "Hello mommy's baby." You replied to your son, U-Jin Y/L/N, smiling ear to ear. "How are you liking it at Grandma's house?" You asked the small boy. "I love it here, Grandma has lots of toys for me to play with and she cooked samgyupsal for dinner." You couldn't see him but you can tell that joy evident in his voice. In the background of the phone call the sound of toys clashing together. Clearly, submerged in his fun toys he stopped taking.

Your four year old baby, frequently stays at his grandparents house on nights you have to work overtime. This whole week has been filled with late shifts at the office. You are employed as a journalist, a struggling one if that, you are writing your newest article that could be your breakthrough. A female voice cuts in, "Y/n." "Hello Mom, thank you for taking U-Jin in again, I've been so busy at the office." Walking home from work alone in the dark of the night. Thankfully you're almost at home. Just a few more blocks from it. You walk through the patches of yellow lights given by the street lights, within every kilometer. A gust of wind flies past you and bites your nose and cheeks turning a bright rose color. Your cling onto your light jacket a little tighter with your free hand. It was cold but your pursed nonetheless pulling the hood over your head. Pushing your hands deeper into your jacket's pocket for warmth. You continue to walk to your destination.

"I can't neglect my responsibility as a Grandmother," She dismisses your gratitude, always selfless. You're grateful to have her in your life, the only person you trust right now. You smile gratefully, admitting, "I can't do this alone." Tears well up, clouding your vision. "I'm a struggling single mom, trying to keep my job." A compassionate sigh emanates from the other end of the phone. "Don't give up, Y/n. You've come so far from those so many years ago." Her encouraging words bring a smile to your face. The smile fades as you recall your life before five years ago. Swiftly changing the subject, you attempt to forget about it. "I'll pick up U-Jin tomorrow, it's my day off. See you then, please kiss U-Jin goodnight for me."

You conclude the call quick to tuck it in your purse. A shadow of a figure in the distance. A rather tall figure, with long brunette hair blowing in the wind. He wore a loose-fitting hoodie and baggy jeans. He walks, his gaze locked on the sidewalk ahead, his face obscured by a cap that renders him faceless in the dim light. In the midst of the crowded sidewalk, your shoulders accidentally collide. You're quick to offer an apology, but as you do, the faceless figure slowly turns to face you, and in that instant, you imprint a name on his featureless visage. A surge of instinctive fear jolts through your mind, urging your body into action. Your legs propel you into motion before rational thought can catch up.

In the darkness behind you, an iron grip suddenly clamps onto your arms, imprisoning them against your trembling frame. You instinctively struggle, desperately attempting to wriggle free from his unyielding hold, but he remains an immovable force. As fear courses through your veins, you open your mouth to scream, only to be violently yanked backward, stealing the very breath from your lungs and reducing your scream to a feeble gasp.

His fingers constrict around your waist and throat, the world narrowing to the thunderous pounding of your heart in your ears and the veins throbbing visibly in your throat. Panic surges within you, tears welling up in your eyes. Amidst the chaotic moment, your vision is reduced to a blur of blinding car headlights, the whizzing of the street, and a fraction of a car door frame as you're forcibly thrust into the passenger-side seat. Desperation fuels your efforts as you claw your nails against his arm, a frantic struggle to break free.

Having cornered you within the confines of the vehicle, your assailant steps back, allowing you a fleeting glimpse. Through your disheveled hair, the darkness, and the tears clouding your vision, you discern little more than the silhouette of a man. His head abruptly swivels in your direction, his hand lunging forward, and a noxious cloth slaps onto your face.

In your frantic struggle with all your might, you toss your head back, a desperate bid to evade him, your instincts screaming about the consequences of failure. You were forcibly shoved into the car, an unsettling sense of déjà vu washed over you, and you could have sworn that your faceless assailant wore a hauntingly familiar, triumphant grin. A haunting warning chills your soul, "I warned you, y/n, from the moment you left me, I told you I will always find you." The world dissolves into darkness as he steps back, sealing your fate with a resounding slam of the car door. Rendering you unconscious.

(Transition)

A cold shiver danced down your spine, and the chill of damp concrete beneath your scent a jolt of discomfort through her frail frame. Panic began to claw at the edges of your consciousness as her memory reluctantly unveiled the grim truth: she was trapped, imprisoned by the very person she had once called her own.

As her senses gradually sharpened, she became aware of the stale, musty air, tinged with the scent of old wood and mildew. The sound of distant water dripping echoed ominously, punctuating the silence that enveloped her. Her hands, trembling as she explored her immediate surroundings, brushed against rough walls and the coarse surface of a cot, revealing the stark minimalism of her prison. With every fleeting moment, the dreadful awareness of her predicament grew more poignant. Memories of their tumultuous history resurfaced, casting shadows on her thoughts, and the realization dawned that she was now at the mercy of her former captor. Tears welled up in her eyes as she grappled with the agonizing helplessness of her situation.

Amidst the dimly lit basement's gloom, your eyes gradually adjusted to the obscurity, revealing the harsh reality of her situation. As her disoriented senses sharpened, she could make out a silhouette lurking in the shadows. Her heart raced, and a tremor coursed through her frail form as the figure gradually materialized before her.

a/n: it's been a minute bro ik i said that i was going to post like five days a week naaa that was a lie. it's not that easy im currently in school and im tired and doing work all the time. im exhausted but ima try to post once a week. i will try. anyways, im still on my yandere shit and i have way more coming up. i really this one and i think it's a cool story. please let me know your feedback please this is only the first part of the story and i don't want this to flop 😭 please don't make it flop I beg! i really worked hard on it it took me days to do!! there's gonna be two more chapters and smut would be included in the next chapter so...

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yanaleese · 2 months

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karmas thoughts on a socially awkward reader 🗣️

First of all, Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) is a huge spectrum of people who have a wide range of symptoms and severity. This can involve social interactions and communication.

Note that I am not an expert on these things, so no offense on anybody who has this disorder.

Socially awkward MC:

Once again, Karma is VERY flexible on who he loves - especially you! And since you're so shy and timid, it gives him more time to cuddle you, kiss you, and just admire you! (and saves time from kidnapping you) He'll especially tease you for everything and baby you up, just to see you more flustered and embarrassed (that is, if you're comfortable). Overall, Karma will be a lot more protective and weak to your cuteness! Lots of fluff moments will be made here!

MC: K-Karma...

Karma: Mm? *holding a huge cup of hot chocolate*

MC: Can I get...one too...? *points to his cup*

Karma: You want chocolate? With marshmallows? Topped with sprinkles?? I'm on it, Xaxi! <333

Socially awkward + autistic MC:

First of all, Karma would first ensure what your boundaries are e.g. your love language, personal space, etc. Then he'll go from there to ensure you're super duper loved and comfortable! In this case, he won't tease you and baby you as much - since he doesn't want you to see him as patronizing. In fact, Karma wants to let you know he loves you and spoils you because you're his partner. You're his #1 Valentine. You're special because of who you are.

MC: *in bed with Karma, tugging at his shirt*

Karma: Oh hey Xaxi...you okay? You good? *is immediately awake (totally wasn't watching MC)*

MC: *just snuggles into him more, upset mumbles*

Karma: Mmm...well I'm here, Xaxi...always. Forever and a day. So relax...I'm not going anywhere. I love you too much to leave you alone.

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tinytinyblogs · 9 months

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Much Better

You summoned his spirit, and he was eager to help you, but he required your soul as payment.

⚠demon!San, dark theme⚠

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"But darling, in case you didn't know, everything has a price. If you want my help, you must be prepared to pay me back." His sinister smile widened, and the atmosphere around him became unbearably heavy. Sitting in front of him, you felt small and insignificant, as if he towered over you. You nodded your head, knowing full well that there was a price to pay for summoning him. Performing that ritual in your small apartment in the middle of the night was a foolish decision. You knew the risks involved, and yet you still did it. Now you have a demon to deal with.

The demon loved it when a helpless, pure soul summoned him. Especially you. He sensed something in you that made him feel more powerful than ever. And this meant that if you thought you could escape him, you were wrong. "So tell me, darling," he purred, placing his large hand on your cheek. "Who was the person who made my baby so mad?" He enjoyed your presence and your small figure. He felt like he could have everything he wanted from you. He had never really cared about another human before, but you were different.

Your eyes welled up with tears before you could even speak. The demon gently brushed your reddened cheek with his thumb. "My baby is as vulnerable as a kitten." he said. "I could give them a nightmare they would never forget." You felt a strange warmth spreading through you at his touch. His figure was alluring, and his eyes were so beautiful that they almost seemed angelic.

He listened to your every word, as you sobbed and let out all of your heartbroken memories. He nodded his head and smirked. This world did not deserve you, but he did. He was glad that you had summoned him, rather than the other demons. He would shut them down, and do whatever you wanted him to do to the people you hated the most in the world. It was no big deal to him, and it was worth it, because he would get something for himself in return: your pure soul.

The demon looked at you with pity. "How could this world treat you like that?" he asked. "You are so innocent and pure. You deserve so much better than this." He pulled you closer and leaned near your ears, whispering softly, "I'm San, by the way. I will protect you from now on. You don't need to be afraid anymore. I am better than the shitty people in this world. Your life will be much better with me, my darling." San whispered the last sentence. He now claimed you as his own, and no one could take you away from him. He would shield you with his magic spell.

"Now go to sleep, sweetie. You look tired." He sent you to bed that night, and you closed your eyes, forgetting all the pain for a while. But even though you were asleep, you could still feel his presence around you. It made you shiver, and you could feel a headache coming on. You simply nodded your head and gave him one last look before falling asleep. You didn't want to think about what you had been through, or what you were even doing with your life.

For San, the demon, once he disappeared from your sight that night after you let out all the thoughts in your head, he knew where he was going and what he was going to do. He enjoyed his little show, and he enjoyed the actions he was going to take. It was no big deal to him. It was all just entertainment for him, giving people nightmares that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Waking up in the middle of the night is never fun, especially when you're in a deep sleep. But it's even worse when you see San, standing beside your bed, smiling ear to ear. He's admiring you while you sleep in the cold and silent night he stood in your dark bedroom while you slept. His presence made you feel even more uneasy, but you can't help but notice the bloodstain on his shirt. His smile still on his face. "Don't worry, my love," he says. "The blood is not mine."

He did it. He granted your wish. He did everything you asked of him. The demon really came through for you. But now he's here to collect his due. He's here to take what he's owed. He spoke in a low tone, but you could hear the determination in his voice. "They will never bother you again," he said. "They will never lay their hands on you ever again. They will never because they are no longer able to." The people who had hurt you were no longer a threat. They were gone.

You sat on your bed in the darkness, listening to the clock ticking. Your breath was coming in short gasps. He had done what you had asked him to do. He had made sure that no one would ever hurt you again. But now you were starting to have doubts. Were you sure that this was the best choice? Were you supposed to be happy now? "I make it happen," he said. "Aren't it sound good? That no one will ever hurt you again, love."

You couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the people you hated the most in the world. You had summoned a demon to punish them, and you knew that they would suffer. But what about you? Would you be okay? Would your life turn out as bad as theirs?

You could see the demon's grin even in the darkness. He was the happiest one in the room. You wondered if it was a good thing that he was so happy. "Now what?" you whispered. You didn't have the energy to speak any louder. The demon had already taken so much of your energy. You felt weak and drained. "Come on, love," he said. "You know what it is."

You could smell the blood on him, and the clock ticking sound was now becoming so irritating. You asked him, "What do you want me to do?" He hummed in response. San leaned closer, cutting the pace between the two of you. "Nothing," he said. "I don't want you to do anything." You knew that you shouldn't get lost in his eyes, but you couldn't help it. His gaze was so captivating, and it felt like he could see right through you.

You could feel yourself falling under his spell, and you knew that you were in danger. But you couldn't look away. His eyes were a deep, dark brown, and they seemed to glow in the darkness. They were full of power and danger. "I don't need you to do anything, little one," he said. "No need to." He had done it. He had found himself a pure soul to bind to him. And it was going to be so much fun.

"You don't need to do anything. Just be pretty and come with me. I don't need you to do anything else. I just need your soul." He touched your face with his cold, bloody hand. He rubbed his thumb against your cheek. You were stuck. You couldn't run away. He would never let you go. "You will be so much happier with me," he said. "Your life will be so much better." In the cold of night, in the midst of darkness, and under his spell, he locked you away from the world and took you into his own.

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Supernatural yandere harem x Sick Gn Reader

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(An: hope you feel better soon, anon!)

Baron and Alasdair had set aside their differences as best as possible for one morning as they worked together to make you breakfast. You were still asleep when they woke up, and agreed to the brief peace to surprise you with a meal in bed. Maddox was sitting at the table, waiting for you; the first batch of waffles in front of them. They attempted to pitch in as well, but the thin cloud of smoke still lingering in the kitchen was proof enough that they should sit this one out.

“Has anyone checked on Y/n recently?” Baron asks. “They’re usually up by now.”

Alasdair hums. “I don’t think so. Let them rest, they shouldn’t be too much longer.”

As if on queue, you hobble into the kitchen; blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a grim expression on your face. You woke up feeling groggier than usual, body heavy during the brief walk between your room and the next. You slump down in the chair next to Maddox; the first person to pick up on your off behavior.

Back still turned, Alasdair calls out to you. “Oh, right on time. How did you sleep?”

“I slept fine… but I’m not feeling too well now. Can you close the blinds?”

“Of course. I’m sure you’ll feel better after you get some food into your system.” He closes the blinds over the nearby window and walks to the table, setting a plate before you. Maddox had slid their own slightly in your direction, but you hesitated to take a bite from either. With a limp wrist, you pick up a fork and stab at the waffles; chest tight and breathing restricted. You cover your mouth as you let out a small cough. Baron snaps his head in your direction, immediately on guard and ready to jump into action. Alasdair puts the back of his hand over your forehead; a note of disapproval passing his lips.

“Oh, Y/n maybe you were right.. You’re a tad warm and that didn’t sound too good.. Maybe we should get you back to bed.”

You grumble a small “okay”, sweeping your legs over the side of the chair as you rise. Before you can even stand up all the way, Baron is at your side knelt and arms open to carry you.

“Need a hand?” Without a reply, you fall into his arms; head rested on his shoulders as he supports your back and legs with his limbs. You snuggle into the nape of his neck as he carries you, but he ignores the flutter in his chest in exchange for holding you tighter. Maddox and Alasdair in tow; he brings you back to your room.

Alasdair pulls back the sheets as Baron places you on the mattress; rolling them up to your chest as Maddox sits by the edge of the bed – concern hidden with a blank gaze. Baron makes sure that the pillow beneath your head is adjusted properly, while Alasdair checks your temperature once more.

“I need to pick up some things from the store. Will you be alright until I get back.” You nod, which brings a smile to his face. It falls slightly as he looks at Baron. “ I hope you’ll take good care of them while I’m out?”

“I was doing that before you even showed up.” He remarks, pushing the angel towards the door. “Don’t worry, Y/n. We’ll give you some space so you can rest.”

“Actually, uh, could you just bring me a glass of water, please?”

Baron’s eyes widened. It was a simple request, but you hardly ever asked for those, and in such a meek way to top it off.

Holy fuck are they dying?

“Y-yea. Course. Right on it!” He rushes out of the room, the sound of clashing cabinets and the clink of glass in the distance.

“Is.. there anything I can do.. Y/n?”

You look towards the source of the voice. Maddox twisted the strings of their hoodie with their fingertips, gazing back with a look of uncertainty. They were worried just as much as the others, unable to convey it properly due to lack of experience. Besides the affections they already had for you, you had brought them so many new emotions in the short time you had been together; especially in a moment where your health was jeopardized. Concern, panic - uselessness. They wanted to be of aid in any way possible.

You sit up, patting the space beside you. If they had one thing going for them at that moment, it would be the coolness of their skin. A chill emanated from their body like an open freezer door; the perfect remedy for clammy feeling that wrapped around you.

“Just lay next to me. That’s all I need right now.”

Maddox does as told, fitting into place between the bed and the side of your body. You turn over so you can warm up to better, your breath tickling their cheek and arm draped over their shoulder. This was definitely new, both your affection and the feeling of laying in a bed. The two were nice together; your vulnerable form closed to theirs – cradled by the cushion of the mattress. They could see why the others rested here with you every night.

“I brought the water!” Baron enters the room holding a cup, the glass comical in his large hands. He struggles to bite back the jealousy at seeing Maddox cuddled up to you, but manages to do so in the hopes he’ll get his chance by playing nice. You grab the cup as he hands it to you, taking a few sips before your head crashes to the pillow once more. He leans over the side of the bed, silently watching you. You smile a bit.

“Thank you.” You gently stroke his horn, the demon rumbling with delight as you do so. If you were like this every time you got sick, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it happened more often.

For a while, you just rest in the company of your overprotective demon and the reaper acting as your ice pack. If you were to utter any sounds of discomfort, one of the two were quick to ask what you needed. After some time, you hear the front door open with the return of Alasdair. He busies himself in the kitchen as these two kept you occupied with conversation; Baron telling you of his horrific encounter with a local stray cat.

“I’m telling you that thing was trying to eat me.”

“It was just rubbing against your leg.”

“Same thing.”

A fist knocks on the door frame, alerting you all of the angel's arrival. He carries a tray in his arms; topped with a bottle of medicine, a vase of flowers, and a steaming bowl of soup. Maddox helps you upright as he places the tray in your lap.

“We’ll put something in your stomach before you take some medicine. Even if you can’t eat the soup itself, you need to drink a bit of the broth since it’ll be good for you.

You nod, head low. “Thanks…”

Alasdair cocks his head. “Is there a problem?”

“Maybe it’s just the sickness talking, but I feel kinda bad for the way I’ve been treating you all. I know I’m not the best roommate, but-

Alasdair cuts you off. “Y/n. There’s nothing to be down about. Us being here is a lot to handle, and we basically forced our way into your life. It’s because we care for you that we’ve done that, and I think I speak for us all when I say there’s nowhere else we’d rather be.”

Baron exhaled. “Not that I’m saying he’s right, but he does have a point.”

Maddox rests his head on your shoulder. “I agree.”

As hectic as living with the group may be, at the end of the day you’d always be safe at home with them. After finishing your food and downing the medicine, you settle in to take a nap, Baron and Maddox at your sides once more. Alasdair brings a chair from another room, shutting the door and getting comfortable in it as you fall asleep.

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