#male reader problems

[midnight-talescape]

𝒫𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓈 (𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝒶 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 4: Teratophilia

The original inspiration was a offhanded joke about how in a different movie the tentacle scene in little mermaid will be very different Yes i know i have problems Also a lovely book I read about genderbend sea witch :D

Also why is my smut getting longer and longer? This is disgusting I have a test this week :(

Warning: Teratophillia, tentacles, belly bulge, manipulations and gaslighting, also inappropriate use of pearl, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 3071

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Okeanos growled as he swam through the ocean currents. The wound on his torso greatly interfered with his speed as blood spilled out into the water around him.

After a while, he managed to hide in a crevice deep in the depths of the ocean, where no merpeople in their right mind would come and find him.

As he curled in on himself he couldn’t help but reverted to a tiny octopus, before drifting into a deep slumber to heal. Only waking up to the sound of someone speaking near him.

Alarmed he looked out of the crevice only to see a mermaid petting a great white shark as if it was the most harmless thing in the world.

What the fuck is wrong with them?!?!

But as he continued to watch you coo at the shark he couldn’t help but feel a sense of jealousy.

He can’t even remember the last time he felt someone's touch, let alone being touched so adoring by someone else.

Realizing his thought he quickly shook his head.

What am I thinking? Am I really being jealous of a shark???

What he didn’t realize was the shaking caused enough movement for you to notice the little crevice he were hiding in.

Slowly you swam toward the crevice trying to see what made the noise. Growing a little concerned as you see blood coming from the crevice.

“Hello there, are you okay?”

Hearing your voice Okeanos quickly hid deeper into the crevice. He let out a little growl trying to scare you away as he clutched onto his bloody wound, he didn’t want you to see him in his injured state.

As he hid deeper in the crevice his tentacles also flexed in anticipation, he was ready to seize you if you get too close. He has been hurt in the past and he doesn’t trust you, or anyone else for that matter.

Sensing his fear you held out your hand and said softly,

“Please come out, I’m not going to hurt you…”

Hearing your soft words Okeanos hesitated, he wanted to trust you. You sounded so genuine, but he has been tricked and betrayed before. He can't take another betrayal, not in the state he’s in right now. But his injury is healing too slowly and he needs help soon. Hesitantly he slowly crawled out of the crevice and onto your outstretched hand.

Seeing the little black octopus crawling onto your hand, your eyes widen in delight.

“Aren’t you just the cutest little guy?”

Okeanos's body froze as you called him cute, he wasn’t used to being complimented. He gently wrapped his tentacles around your fingers, blushing as he gave a quiet chirp in appreciation.

You pet him gently before noticing the wound on him that still bleeding,

“You’re bleeding little guy.”

Okeanos let out a soft hiss at the mention of his wound and instinctively wrapped around you tighter as if to look for comfort.

You petted his head as if to assure him he would be okay, before making a cut on your wrist.

Okeanos flinched in surprise before looking at you in concern.

You motioned for him to drink some of your blood so he could heal himself using the magic properties of the red liquid.

Hesitantly he begins sucking/licking on the wound, drinking up the liquid. As he drank he could feel himself getting stronger and his injury closing up.

As he healed up you giggled and placed a kiss on his head. Blushing Okeanos buried himself in your neck, he wasn’t used to affections of any kind.

“You want to come home with me, little guy?” You ask as you cradle him in your hand,

Hesitantly Okeanos nodded, as cautious as he was he didn’t want to let you go.

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Okeanos has grown more attached to you in the last few months than ever before, yet he never reverted to his true form in front of you. Only ever transforming back to his true form at night to wrap you in his tentacles as you sleep, unable to contain his desire to be close to you…

He want to tell you, to show you who he truly was. But he’s scared and afraid…

Afraid of you leaving…

Afraid of you rejecting him…

Afraid of you looking at him with fear…

So he told himself, just a little longer…

One day he will tell you when he’s ready. He will show you who he truly was. But not today, not now, he wants to be in your embrace just a little longer… Feel your kisses just a little more…

But he was growing jealous and possessive.

He didn’t like the way you hurt yourself to heal others.

He didn’t like the way all those other creatures came to you asking for help.

He didn’t like the way the others were taking up the attention that he so desperately craved from you.

You belong to him and only him

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You were looking everywhere for Okeanos, he’s been missing for the last few days and you were getting worried.

As you search for him, you eventually come to the ocean depth that you first found him in. You called out his name hoping to find him here, when suddenly your eyes widened in horror.

Okeanos was near the crevice you found him in, except he was no longer the tiny octopus you have known in the last few months. Instead, he was now a huge muscular merman with long black hair, red eyes, pale skin and long writhing black tentacles for his lower body. Also, he was covered in blood, which is like also kind of important.

Any confusion you have over why he suddenly looks like this was thrown away as you saw the blood on him. You quickly swam around him in a circle asking worriedly,

“Oceanos? Are you okay? Is that your blood?!”

Okeanos looked up as he heard your voice. He was no longer the small, cute octopus you know him as, instead he was now a formidable, and violent monster.

He watched as you swam around him, your eyes wide with concern. He hadn't meant to scare you with the blood on him. He only wanted to hold and protect you from anything that might harm you.

He nodded his head at your question, and he wasn’t lying.

It was his blood, the blood of his enemies.

He was so jealous of anyone who came near you that he had lashed out in anger, killing anyone and anything that came to you for your help. But you don’t need to know that…

Only he deserves your attention anyway and he will do anything to keep it that way.

Oceanos wrapped you in his tentacles and pulled you into his chest. He wanted to feel your hugs and kisses again. He just wants to feel your love.

You blinked slowly wrapping your arm around him as he pushed you into his chest.

“Are you okay, Oceanos?”

Okeanos voice was deep and raspy from lack of use and his chest rumbled as he said,

“Yes… I’m okay….Just let me hold you, please…”

You nodded your head as he held you in his arms, after awhile he tilted your face toward him and said quietly,

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you who I was before… I’m cursed and…. I didn’t want you to leave me… I’m so sorry…”

You quietly reassured him that you would never leave him and asked if there was any way you could help him.

Hearing your words his arms tighten around you before he says,

“Yes… only you can help me, (Y/N)…. I need you to do something that only you can do for me… please… I need you, (Y/N)…” his voice was desperate, but his eyes were cold as he wrapped his tentacles around you,

You didn't notice his grip tightening as you agreed to help him.

You wanted to help him so you sealed your fate…

The monster has his prey now…

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Your tail trembled as Okeanos wrapped his tentacles around it, squeezing it tightly as he held your body in place with his other tentacles.

“Hold still, my sweet siren…” he said before pulling you in for a kiss,

Your eyes widen as you feel his long serpent-like tongue slip into your mouth and down your throat. He wanted all of you and he will get it, even if it causes you discomfort.

As he slips his tongue down your throat you begin to tear up and gag. As the tears fall from your eyes they turn into pearls and scatter across the seafloor.

Seeing the pearls fall from your eyes, Okeanos stroked your hair gently as he used a tentacle to rip off your corset before wrapping it around your breast.

You let out a squeak as he pinched your nipple and you instinctively wrapped your arm around him. Breaking free from the kiss you looked up at him and asked,

“O-okeanos are you sure th-this is how to break the curse?”

Panting and his eyes heavy with lust Okeanos placed another kiss on your lip before asking,

“Do you trust me, (Y/N)?”

You nodded your head in response and Okeano's eyes darkened before saying,

“Good girl…”

He lowered his head to take a nipple in his mouth as his tentacles stroked your tail roughly. As he bit and swirled his tongue around your nipple like it was a delicious treat, you moaned and your body trembled. You unconsciously pushed his head closer to your breast wanting more of the pleasure.

Pearls were falling from your eyes in streams as your body got more and more sensitive. Soon a small patch of scales on your tail parted to reveal a small pink hole.

Noticing this Okeanos lets go of your breast that's covered in bite marks and begins to kiss up your neck.

“Be a good little mermaid and don't move…” his voice was deep and raspy as he whispered into your ears,

Before you can ask what he means, your body buckles as you felt a small tentacle force its way into your clit.

You let out a loud whine as you tried to struggle and get away,

“O-okeanos, this hurt… I-it feels weird…”

Ignoring your cry Okeanos held you to him tightly as he curled the tentacle inside you, forcing it deeper inside you.

“It’s okay… you will feel better later… don’t you want to help me break the curse, little siren?”

You sobbed as you held onto him, trying to relax your tail as best as you could. Your tail twitched as you felt the tentacle thrusting in and out of you.

Eventually, the pain subsided as your body got used to the tentacle, bringing you pleasure you have never felt before.

Soon you reached your climax and as your body went limped, you leaned on Okeanos and panted softly. Your eyes were glassy and your face flushed red.

“You can take more, my sweet siren…”

As he said that he slid his tentacle out of you before he replaced it with a bigger one and started thrusting it in you roughly.

You let out a scream as the pain starts coursing through your body again. Instinctively you bit down on his shoulders hoping for any relief from the pain.

Okeanos didn’t say anything as you bit down on his shoulder, your teeth didn’t even leave a mark on his thick skin. Even if it did he will gladly take anything you give him, whether it's pleasure or pain.

As you sob and beg for him to stop Okeanos will remind you that you have to endure this so he can be free from his curse.

Over and over, you tried to relax your body as he assaulted you with his tentacle. You want to help him…

Taking advantage of your kindness Okeanos will force you to adjust to his tentacles, bringing you from one painful climax to another. Before replacing it with one that's bigger and thicker, watching sadistically as he stretched you open.

Okeanos kissed your forehead as he watched you wrapped in his tentacles. Taking in one tentacle after another despite being in so much pain and misery. The pain on your face and your scream, almost made him feel bad for lying to you. Almost…

Afterall he was practically drooling at the sight of you, so beautiful and fucked dumb on his tentacles.

“I-it hurt… haaaa… everything hurt…” you cried out your eyes dazed with pain and overstimulation,

Okeanos kissed your forehead before saying,

“Shhhhh… you will be okay, my sweet little siren…. Now let's do it again…”

Hearing that you let out a cry of fear as you tried to get away again, but his tentacle held onto you tightly.

“N-no, please! Okeanos n-no more. I-I will die!” you cried out when you suddenly froze and your eyes widened in horror,

The tentacle that was poking at your entrance was bigger than anything that has been inside you. Bigger than the few times Okeanos slid two tentacles inside you at the same time. It was rigid and had bumps all across the surface.

“N-NO, I WILL DIE! ITS TOO BIG, OKEANOS PLEASE!”

Okeanos ignored your cries as he shoved a tentacle in your mouth, muffling your cries. His arm wrapped around you tightly as he thrust in and out of you, testing the limit of exactly how much of his cock can you take.

For you, it felt like a slow torture, but for Okeanos, it was the height of his pleasure.

You couldn’t even scream anymore as you felt his cock traveled inside you. You can feel a bulge in your stomach growing and forming the shape of his cock.

Okeanos let out a satisfied groan as he saw the bulge in your stomach. He watched as your body and throat clenched around both tentacles. Saliva and your secretions floated around the tentacles and into the water around you guys.

Okeanos thrusting got erratic as he felt his climax coming and with a roar, he came inside you.

You screamed around the tentacles in your mouth as pearl streamed from your eyes, your body shuddering violently as his cum shot into your womb.

Okeanos removed his tentacles from your mouth and watched as you coughed trying to breathe. But he didn't let go of you as he holds you in place, emptying his cum inside you filling you to the brim, and watching as your stomach start to bulge with his cum.

When he was finished he slipped his cock out of you and you groaned as cum rushed out of you and into the water.

Okeanos buried his head in your neck as he held you in his arms.

“You are so beautiful, my love…”

As he said that he noticed the pile of pearls on the seafloor that has been accumulated in the last few days.

Using his tentacles he picked up some of the roundest and biggest ones, before holding them in his hand.

He seems to consider something as he looked at your abused and swollen cunt that's still leaking out his seeds.

The look in his eyes during that moment could only be described as pure, unadulterated desire.

Okeanos leaned down and placed a pearl near your cunt before slowly pushing it in.

You let out a gasp and tried to move away as he pushed the pearl inside you,

“W-what are you doing?”

Okeanos didn’t answer as he held you down and forced more pearls inside you.

You shook your head and let out a little pained gasp and whine as he pushed in bigger and bigger pearls.

Feeling fuller and fuller by the second, the seeds inside you now with nowhere to go. You let out a little sob as your body trembled, begging him to stop.

“One more, one more to make sure you’re full, my little siren. You can do that, right? For me?” Okeanos whispered sadistically as he held up the largest pearl,

“N-NO IT WON'T FIT, PLEASE!!!” You beg terrified,

You screamed as Okeanos pushed the last pearl into your cunt, he can feel how tight you are. Your body filled to the brim with his cum and the pearls he had forced inside you.

“N-NO NO NO, IT HURTS PLEASE STOP IT!!! IT HURTS!!!” you screamed as pearl fell out of your eyes, your body twitching violently as you felt your hole being stretched again,

“Shhhh you're doing so well, you look beautiful filled up, my dear…”

You sobbed as he pushed the last bit of pearl deep inside you. Stopping anything from leaking out of you, before holding you in his arm and stopping you from moving.

You guys stayed in that position as he waited for the scale around your cunt to move back and to hide your clit again

Both making sure no one will know what happened and to make sure you can't get the pearls out later without his help.

"Do you like it, my dear? The way you're all stretched and filled?"

Okeanos eyes shone with a cruel delight as he watched you try to hide your pain.

He knew you were struggling, but there was nothing you could do about it now.

You would have to accept that you belonged to him now, and there was no going back.

You couldn't answer as your body trembled violently,

“F-full so full, hahhhh~ im so full Okeanos. I feel weird, so weird, I feel like I'm going to melt and break.” you babbled out as your mind was completely dazed and blurred,

Okeanos hummed quietly as he waited for you to calm down, slowly caressing the spot where the pearls were hiding.

Eventually, you calmed down enough for you to ask quietly,

“D-did I break your curse?”

Okeanos body freezes when you ask him about the curse, before quickly relaxing and saying,

“Yes… you did so well my dear… now rest you have brought me great joy, my sweet little siren…”

As you let out a sigh and fell asleep in his arm, Okeanos begin singing a melody to bring you some comfort after the abuse he put you through.

Placing a kiss on your sleeping form he whispered,

"I might not be your love story, but maybe I can be your monster…”

#no i don’t have problems #reader insert #reader smut #x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #yandere x reader #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere x you

[youatemylollipop]

Mikey: You make it sound like I have some serious issues.

Y/N: You make it sound like you don’t.

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[rebisobsessedwithyou]

She is mine. What she is doing, how she is doing, where she is, anything. That's none of your business. Don't perceive my girl, don't acknowledge her, don't interact. She is mine and mine only and everyone in my way will die.

#irl yandere #obsessive love #obsessive thoughts #yandere #yanblr #obsession #actually yandere #actually obsessive #obsessive love disorder #yandere blog #yanblog #yandere obsession #yancore #yandere boy #yandere male #male yandere #tw: yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere thoughts #yandere x you #bpd yandere #bpd vent #actually bpd #bpd thoughts #bpd problems

[red-blue-reduce-building]

#max irons #silent hill #campfire #kinnporsche #pusheen #top male reader #owl #tilda swinton #actresses #the infernal devices #halloween ends #sheridan love #bpd problems

[cumulo-stratus]

Me when I see Spencer Reid

#criminal minds #spencer reid #bau #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x male reader #bau team #mgg #Guys I have a problem #I have an album with hundreds of pics of him

[mmorw]

You know how sometimes pregnant use their belly as a table. Imagine how Inuma uses his belly like that when he eats, he can eat the worst combination of food and everyone wants to try it because it will look like the most delicious food in the world. Although I am more inclined that he will have cravings for expensive food. He will smell the food from an expensive restaurant, but be ashamed to say what he wants because he does not want to spend money. So he's going to be sad until Alpha knows what he wants.

so pampered...

Yes yes, I can see where this goes....

Iinuma doesn't need a table, his stomach is enough to leave dishes with sauce while his hands hold some dango and/or taiyaki which no matter how much he eats, he will always create mixed masses of his meals which he will keep in his cheeks and happily swallow after a while.

Iinuma knows a lot about food, doesn't he? so yes, even the foods or vegetables, fruits or fried food that he combines, no matter how disgusting it looks, lt will taste delicious! Iinuma will manage to find a perfect balance between tasting the foods, and soon many people will start asking him for a small piece to try because of how tempting the mixed food look.

Rare foods such as pork fillet with honey, french fries with chocolate, tuna with ice cream, etcetera, will be more than delicious dishes for your omega's weird cravings, imagine having to wake up and cook them at 4 am just to spoil Iinuma. 😞♡

and oh yeah, the expensive food thing is pretty much spot on too! The two of you will walk past some big restaurant with fancy decor and you'll immediately have Iinuma standing in front of the big buffet doors, his big eyes inspecting the name of the place (to probably write it later in his notebook for tempting restaurants) and his nose quickly taking in the sweetness inside; if you're a little slow and don't immediately catch his sad cute face and teary eyes, you'll have Iinuma moping and whining at any kind of comment about food you say.

the President of his workplace can also be like a kind of loving grandfather with Iinuma, they have dined many times together by tradition and respect, so it will be a great surprise for him to learn that one of his most valued workers is expecting a pup; just... imagine him in front of the door of your apartment immediately inviting you both to a dinner at some buffet of choice, and just Iinuma mentions that great place to quickly taste his strong cravings.

Actually, it's quite likely that you two will expect a lot of pampering from the company President, delicious food and gifts for the baby; the President was also a father for a while, wasn't he? he will have a little compassion and help you two how to be a good first-time parents. ♡

#dom male reader #alpha reader #dom reader #alpha! reader #sub iinuma #omega iinuma #┊iinuma — meshinuma #meshinuma omegaverse #any problem is cuz I write this late ok #like 3 am alr 😭😭

[sxr-mich-ouh]

Evil kissable men>>>>>>>>>> every other hero character.

#it has become a problem at this point #just how i only like the old villians #excluiding my dear tomura<3 #aleksander kirigan #aleksander morovoza #aleksander x male reader #the darkling #sab #shadow and bone #x male reader #fictional villains #general kirigan #general kirigan x male reader #id love to fuck em all #the corinthian x reader #shigaraki tomura #even the guy from sweet tooth #id fuck him while i hate him #sweet tooth #silco arcane #silco my sweet my beloved #silco x male reader #silco x reader #arcane

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

So I accidentally deleted this request but I have written it so sorry to whoever wrote it.

Request : Okok, Teen!Male!reader x Spencer Ried (platonic obvs) when reader ends up getting mixed up a crime/murder in the drug scene. They aren't the unsub but they struggle with addiction and has an ally cat type attitude so it makes it difficult to get any information out of him. Spencer is like a father figure and they start to get close, helping reader through out the case/ recovery.

I love this idea

Third person pov...

Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan arrive on scene, there is a serial killer runnng around kidnapping upstanding people then killing people by overdosing them on different drugs.

The latest victim was a mother with two children under the ages of 10, with no history of drug use she is currently the 5th victim, where they found her was in a dumpster in ohio.

"Looks like the rest of the victims" Says Derek as he kneels next to the body of Samantha Doyle. Spencer nods and looks around the scene. "As well as the dump site, he threw her away like trash." He says, as he looks he notices a boy looking no older then 15 being talked to by the police.

Confused Spence leaves Morgan and walks over to one of the police officers. "Hey excuse me, whats he doing here?" He asks nodding over at the boy and officer.

The office next to him looks over. "Oh yeah him, he's been hanging around sayin' he saw something. Don't bother with 'im he's an addict got loads of them here" he tells the agent, Spencer thanks the man but doesn't take his eyes of the teen.

The officer just sighs and leaves the boy, he was watching with intense curiosity. The boy had messy hair and dark circles under his eyes, giving the impression of a troubled soul.

Spencer's mind immediately went into profiling mode, trying to figure out the boy's story, he walked over to the boy and introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. And you are?"

The young man shrugged his shoulders tapping his hand nervously. "Y/N" he says bearly over a mumble but Spencer hears him. "Well Y/N, did you see anything here?" He asked.

The young detective immediately noticed the troubled look in (Y/n)'s eyes, and he could see the fear and guilt written all over his face.

Spencer's empathetic nature kicked in, and he knew that there was more to this young man than meets the eye.

(Y/n) was like a wounded alley cat, always on edge and unwilling to trust anyone. The 15 year old didn't say anything. "How about you come to the station to talk" Says the genius.

Y/N thinks before nodding, either way they were going to make him talk might as well get it over with, soon the boy is sat in the back of thr SUV with two Agents.

They try and talk to him more but only get a few words out bef they take him to the interrogation room to talk, as Y/N sits and waits he thinks over his life.

He's been hooked on drugs since he was 12 when he was 10 his Mother died leaving him with his abusive Father, he would kick little Y/N around all day until the boy finally turned to drugs to dull the pain.

It's worked all those years and he's hooked, finally when he was 14 he ran away and had beeb living on the streets, pick pocketing people who walk past him.

He met many different people throughout the last year, not many of them were nice most were arsehole and criminals, but last night traumatised him.

He was in his usual place counting the money he managed to pick pocket of some people, when he heard something. He saw a guy dressed in dark clothes throughing something in the dumpster.

Y/N didn't bother with it, but he got curious and stuck behind a dumpster and got a pretty good look at what was happening, his E/C eyes widened in shock.

It was a body, the man was throwing her into the dumpster, Y/N ducks into the darkness when the guy turns around, he gets a good look at his face before he leaves in a truck.

It was to dark to see the number plate, Y/N walks closer to the body, her lifeless eyes stare into his dark tired ones, she looked alot like his Mother.

Shivering he closed her eyes and left to go back to his place where he sleeps and tried to forget what he saw.

The door to the room opens bringing the teen back into the real world, Spencer had told everyone to stay there thay he would handle it.

He closed the door and sat in the chair oppos the boy, Y/N wasnt ha dcuffed and coukd ove but didn't he kept sat down.

Spencer decis to take a different approach, he reaches into his pocket and takes out a pack of cards.

"Mind if I play a game of solitaire?" Spencer asked, trying to lighten the mood To his surprise, the young man slowly reached out and took the cards. As they played, Spencer asked more questions, trying to get some information about the crime and the drug scene in the area.

As he played Y/N became a little more reaced but was still on guard and keeping Spencer at arms lengt.

Y/N still didn't reveal much, but Spencer could tell he was holding back. He also noticed the subtle tremors in Y/Ns hands and the needle marks on his arm.

He soon realized that Y/N was not the unsub, but rather a lost soul struggling with addiction and trauma, this brought him back to when he was addicted to delaudid.

After a few games Y/N began opening up about what he sawast night, he told him everything he remembered, this helped the team alot tk catch the bastard.

Throughout the case Without judgment, Spencer offered to help Y/N get clean and get out of the dangerous world of drugs. With the help of Y/N the team manages to catch the killer sooner than they had hoped.

As the case progressed, Spencer and the H/C teen grew closer. They spent long nights talking and playing cards, and Spencer could see the potential in the young man. He was intelligent and quick-witted, but his addiction was holding him back.

Y/N was also hesitant to trust anyone, but he slowly opened up to Spencer, after having an awful relationship with his bio father seeing him Spencer as a father figure scared him, Spence became more invested in the teens recovery and helping him turn his life around.

With the help of the team, they were able to track down the murder suspect, Y/N even played a crucial role in gathering information, using his 'alley cat attitude' to his advantage.

As the case came to a close, Spencer and Y/N celebrated with a game of cards and a heartfelt conversation. Y/N thanked Spencer for his help and guidance, and Spencer promised to always be there for him.

From that day on, Y/N focused on his recovery with the support of his new family at the BAU. He still had his struggles, but with Spencer by his side, he knew he could overcome them.

Spencer, on the other hand, learned a valuable lesson about not judging a book by its cover. Y/N may have been mixed up in the drug scene, but he was more than just an addict. He was a survivor.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, slowly getting through these requests. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1312

#criminal minds #fanfic #behavioural analysis unit #x child reader #fluff and comfort #oneshot #light angst #x teen!reader #family problems #abusive dad #tw drugs #addiction #spencer reid x child!reader #spencer reid x teen!reader #spencer reid #x male teen reader #father figure #lota of angst

[the-whispers-of-death]

This is a rant, just fair warning to that.

I was scrolling through the "simon ghost riley" tag and like one post was labeled f!reader but it didn't get filtered via the filtered post-content thing because there was a space between f! and reader. Like I just...

How hard is it to tag your posts "simon ghost riley x female reader"? Or "simon ghost riley x f!reader" or whatever tag for the female reader stuff. But no, most of the time the posts are just tagged "simon ghost riley x you" and/or "simon ghost riley x reader" and most of the posts that get filtered are filtered via words that are in the post. And even then I still get female reader stuff because you don't even specify which reader it is until I read "my girl", "my woman", "she", or, and this is the most common thing, it's afab genitalia.

Please tag your posts correctly. Or at least label them in post. Because reader isn't just female!reader.

#tyler talking into the void #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #mw2 ghost #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare 2 #honestly this is a problem across every tag for a cod character #I'm not telling y'all to write for male and gender neutral reader (though there is a shortage of those posts) #I'm just telling y'all to tag your posts properly #please and thank you #rant post #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #:)

[stxr-slut]

Idk why but my type is "men who you genuinely can't tell if their gay or straight."

Like it's getting out of hand, jj maybank, Pope heyward, finnick odair, SIRIUS BLACK???

Not to mention my ex, rip (he's not dead, I just wish he was). Like I literally thought that man was gay when I first met him.

#cassie yaps !! ☆▪︎☆ #like whats my problem?? #maybe this is why my relationships never work #also half the time their like me but in male form #marauders #sirius black #sirius black x reader #obx #outer banks #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #pope heyward #pope hayward #pope heyward x reader #pope hayward x reader

[2braincellslz]

#billy lenz #billy lenz meme #billy lenz x male reader #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz x y/n #billy lenz x you #billy lenz incorrect quotes #requests #writng #writing memes #writing procrastination #writing problems

[sewinrat]

hiii omg could u do robert x reader? male or gn reader is ok!

ty and have a wonderful day

My favourite rat

*Reader is implied male but I don't think I mentioned any gender lmao.

You grab a can of beer and sat beside the tired ratman. You are neither a rat nor any other animals or humans. You're just there. Next to a rat. And alive one too surprise surprise. Sitting in an awkward silence you don't know what to say to him. How did you get into this mess, who knows. Both of you aren't even going to look at each other. Actually no, he's not going to.

You offer out the beer towards him and he finally looks at you even after the contradiction I made. "Thanks," the rat mumble out loud enough for you to hear. Nothing else but the sound of the can being open and hearing the fizziness of the beer can be heard. More silence. Yay.

"... I'm [Name]," you let out awkwardly. He doesn't reply after a while before saying, "I don't have a name." Okay cool, congrats you made the situation worst. I'm kidding but still this is a situation you wouldn't want to be in. "You'll.. find one soon?" That's the best response you can make. Giving out a wonky smile at him to try your best to seem friendly.

The ratman stared blankly at you before letting out a laugh, "You're so fucking weird." Scratching the back of your head embarrassed, the ratman outstretch his hand towards you while smiling. You took his hand and shake it. No words was spoken after but at least now it's more comfortable than before.

#ranfren #randal’s friends #ranfren x reader #sincerely sewer rat #x reader #present day problem takeuchi robert #ranfren ratmen #ranfren ratman #x male reader #male reader #i don't know where this one is going #legit idfk why it took me so long

[dearspiritss]

“I’d Die for You.”

Mountain x Male Reader

Notes: You’d do anything for him, even if it meant leaving your whole life behind just to be with him. (3270 wc)

Warnings: Mentions of death, some vague gore if you could call it that?, blood mentions, nothing too saucy :)

read below the cut ml <3

The ministry was always a nice place to be in. Yeah, it was sometimes chaotic with all the ghouls running around, but it had its peaceful places. Like the library, your favorite place. It smelled of old books and pinewood, so comforting to your constantly racing mind. You’d grown up there, being a son of sin, but not just any son of sin. You were the priest's oldest son, meaning you had the most responsibility out of all. You were put in charge of almost everything -scheduling tours, guiding new siblings of sin, and shit ton of paperwork- your father pushing you as far as he could to make sure you’d be a good fit for the next priest. If you were being honest, you didn’t want the role at all. 

You found the job to be extremely boring. You despised the thought of sitting around in a cold office, doing nothing all day. You admired the ghoul’s lifestyle, you wished you could do what they did. They were free and got to have fun, while you were stuck in your boring and stressful lifestyle. The ghouls made sure you felt appreciated through it all though, you being the main reason they got to do what they did best. Sneaking you out of your room at night, being extremely careful not to be caught. They’d drag you to the ghouls wing, sitting you down on one of the many couches in the common room. They’d do whatever you wanted to. Want to watch a movie and relax? They’d have a list of movies and plenty of blankets ready. They adored you, but one particular ghoul always stuck out to you.

Mountain. He’d sneak into the library, going to your normal spot to check in on you. He knew that you were constantly stressed out, so he’d always find a way to make you feel better. Offering to help with the workload everyone dropped onto you, or to get you something to snack on while you worked. He took care of you. If you denied everything he offered, he’d sit with you until you were done. It didn’t matter if it was in the middle of the night, he would be right by your side. If he sensed you getting worked up or frustrated, he’d reassure you while rubbing your shoulders. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, voice like honey soothing you almost instantly. 

You found yourself with a crush on the towering ghoul, getting goosebumps from everything he did. His low silvery voice bounced around in your head like a record on repeat. The gentle touch of his calloused palms sending shivers down your spine. The way he slowly blinked while watching you work, putting you in a trance. His beautiful long brown hair, loosely pulled into a knot made you stare. The ghoul had you wrapped around his finger without even trying, and he loved it. He loved the way you’d react when he lightly teased you. He found humans very interesting, and you were his test subject. 

“You’re still working, Love?” The sudden voice pulled you out of the book you had your nose stuck in. You looked up, spotting Mountain holding what you assumed to be a cup of tea. You nodded, rubbing your tired eyes. “I have to finish this stupid book before sunrise. My father is supposed to be testing me on it tomorrow and I can’t fail.” He hummed, making his way to sit in the chair beside you. “Why do you put up with all of this,” he spoke, a hand gesturing to the open book in front of you. You scoffed and leaned back into your chair. “It’s the only way I stay sheltered. If my father gets mad.. Well you know what’ll happen.” He gave a quiet “yep” before bringing his mug up to his lips.

“Did you need anything? I mean it’s like, three in the morning Mount.” His lips curled up into a small smile. “I came to check on you, and hopefully spend some time with you. You’ve been cooped up in here for a week now, we haven’t been able to get to you at all.” The small smile he wore slowly turned into a frown. You sighed, closing the book and pushing it aside. “I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been so caught up with everything for you guy’s next tour, it’s just taken up the little free time I've had.” He placed a hand on the side of your face, making you look at him. “There’s no need to apologize, we know you’re busy. We just wish we could help you out..”

You nodded, somewhat understanding what he said. “As soon as I’m done with this, I’ll find a way to spend time with you all..” You trailed off, a wave of exhaustion flooding over you resulting in a yawn. “How long has it been since the last time you slept, Love?” His voice was coated with worry. You thought to yourself for a moment. “I’ve been here since nine, but I woke up around five yesterday.” His eyes widened. “This won’t do, you need to sleep.” You shook your head, worried thoughts flooding your mind. “No, no. I need to finish this. I have a few pages left of this book and then I have to find the booth for the upcoming tour- I can’t Mountain.” He frowned, sitting down his tea. “Well then, I’ll help you. I can find the booth while you finish your book.”

He pulled away, taking out his phone. “Mountain- no- I won’t let you do my work. It’s not your job. I can’t, you can’t.” He shushed you. “And why not? You deserve to rest. Just tell me what to do.” You groaned, unable to deny his convincing tone. “Fine. You know the website, just tell me if you find a nice one in the price range.” You picked up your book as he flashed a fang filled smile in your direction. 

A few minutes passed and you finally finished, closing the book and putting it aside. You looked over to the ghoul beside you, his eyes fixated on his phone screen. You smiled slightly and leaned into his side. “Any luck so far?” He looked down at you and nodded. “Yeah! I found a really nice booth that would be perfect. I’m talking to the owner right now to see if it's open.” He tucked his phone away into his pocket, wrapping an arm around you. “You’ve done a lot for us, and we're so lucky to have you, but if you don’t get enough sleep we won’t have an amazing manager anymore.” Your face flushed from the sudden praise. You quickly pushed that aside and sighed. “You’re right. I guess I could rest while we’re waiting for an answer..”

You stood, grabbing the book to put it away. You felt a hand around your wrist, almost making you fall backwards. You regained your ground and turned to Mountain who was now standing. “If you thought you were gonna sleep by yourself, you’re sadly mistaken.” You tilted your head in confusion. Before you could speak, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. “W-Wait, Mountain!” You tried to intervene, but he wasn’t having any of it. He ignored your pleads and quickly made his way out of the library.

When he opened the door, you realized where he was taking you. “Mount, I’m not allowed in here!” He continued walking without saying a word. When you reached the ghouls wing common room, you spotted a familiar fire ghoul. “Mountain? What are you doing?” Dew’s voice came from one of the couches. “Bed time.” Was the only thing he said, not stopping his long strides down the hall. Before you knew it, you were already in his room. He gently sat you down on his bed before crawling in to lay next to you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. He pulled up the thick blanket that sat on his bed, making sure the two of you were covered. You felt his tail slither around your ankle, securing you in his tight hold.

You relaxed in his arms, realizing you weren’t getting out of the situation no matter what. He nuzzled his nose into your hair, deeply inhaling your scent. You sighed in relief, your mind finally clear after hours of constant worries. That's when you heard it. Those three little words that made you weak slipped out from between his lips. You sat up, looking him in the eyes. “What did you say?” He smiled and placed his hands on the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks gently. “I love you.” Your breath hitched, becoming shaky. “Don’t joke around, Mountain.” His eyes softened. “I’m not joking. I would never joke about something like that, Love.” You shook your head, pulling away.

“You can’t, we can’t. It’s strictly forbidden.” He pulled you back towards him, his hands firm on your waist. “We can figure it out, my love. I’ll figure it out, you don’t need to worry about anything. For now, you just need to sleep.” He pulled you back down, your head resting on his chest. A soft purr rose from his chest, luring you into a deep sleep.

The feeling of fingers threading through your hair woke you from your sleep. You slowly opened your eyes to see Mountain looking at his phone, a smile etched onto his lips. He looked down at you, eyes lighting up. “Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?” You nodded sitting up, rubbing your eyes. “The booth owner replied-” He was cut off by a gasp escaping your lips. “Shit- I still have to get the fee’s together and call the buses-” He shushed you, shaking his head. “Relax, I took care of it. I submitted the total fees and called the tour buses. The date is set a week from now.” 

You just stared at him in disbelief. He laughed, putting his phone aside. Your face flushed a deep red as he opened up his arms. You accepted his embrace, wrapping your arms around his torso. “I wish I could come with you guys, but with the rules of the ministry it’s impossible.” He nodded, placing his hand on your head. “I know, but you’re the next priest. They need you here.” You scoffed, arms tightening around him. “The only thing they need me for is to do their work. Hell, I don’t even want to be a priest. I’ve always wanted to be in a band, kind’ve like you guys.” 

“I wish you could join us as well, I wish there was a way around this.” An idea popped into your head, not a good one, but it could work. “I have an idea that you, or really anyone, won’t like.” His head tilted to the side, obviously curious. “The only way I could escape the grip of the ministry, and my father, would be to die and be summoned back as a ghoul. It’s horrible, I know, but it would work. Just think about it.” His eyes widened in shock. “My love, dying and becoming a ghoul is a very painful process. Trust me, it's something you don’t want to ever experience.” 

He stopped, taking in a deep breath. “If you went through with this, you’d be giving up everything you know as a human. Everything will be different. The way you see and feel the world will change. Are you sure this is something you’d leave everything behind for?” You nodded, looking him in the eyes. “There’s nothing left for me as a human except stress and work. As a ghoul, I’d have everything. Freedom, the band, and you. I’d have you, Mountain. I’d die for you.” His face flushed as he nodded, giving you a small smile. “If that is what you wish, then I will help you as much as I possibly can.”

He leaned back into the pillows on his bed, gently stroking your head. “So how are you planning on doing this, dear?” You gave him a not so innocent smile. “I have to talk to Papa before anything is set in place. If he agrees, then we’ll be set. You’ll have to do some pretty convincing acting though.” He hummed, fully interested now. “Just know, I should be gone the night before you guys return from tour so that gives me about two weeks to do it. The clergy will send a message about what happened to me, but for now I’m going to keep that to myself. I don’t need you worrying about me while you’re on tour.” You reached a hand up to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. 

“I’m always worried about you. There’s never a second when I’m not, love.” Blood rushed to your face, your cheeks turning bright red. You removed your hand from his face and covered your own. He opened his eyes and noticed this. He ran a teasing hand up your back, making you shiver. “I’ve got to say, you’re very easy to fluster. It’s quite cute.” You dug your head into his side, hiding the embarrassing look plastered across your face. He laughed and pulled you closer, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You need to get going, don’t you have a test?” You quickly sat up, nodding. He escorted you out of the ghouls wing, stopping at the door.

“I’ll meet you in the library later, until then love.” He leaned down, placing a kiss on your cheek. He gave you a small smile before shutting the door. When he turned around he found all of the ghouls staring at him. “When were you gonna tell us the two of you were dating?” He shook his head, dismissing the multi ghouls' words. “Swiss- were not dating.. Yet.” A collection of laughs rose from a few ghouls, making Mountain's cheeks flush a bit. “Come on, tell us everything.” Cirrus invited him over, which he gladly accepted.

Over the next week the two of you met in the library, discussing the plan further every day. A day before they left for the week-long tour, you discussed everything with Copia. He was very against it at first, but after hearing the full plan he eventually agreed. He always knew about your dreams and was happy to help. It was the fifth day of their tour, the day you’d see your demise. You sent one final text as a human to Mountain, a simple “I love you.” You put your valuable belongings in his dresser drawer, ready for when you returned. You smiled to yourself as you walked to your fathers office, prepared on what you were about to do.

You knocked twice, hearing a stern and toneless voice inviting you in. You smiled, seeing your father staring daggers into you from his desk. “What do you need, child.” You were grinning from ear to ear. “I’m not a child. Dear Lucifer, I bet you don't even know my age.” His brows snapped together. “What did you just say to me?” You took a few steps forward, now standing in front of his desk. “You heard me.” He stood up, his chair flying backwards. He swiftly made his way in front of you, towering over you. “How dare you come in here and disrespect me, your father and priest.” You laughed in his face, pissing him off more.

“You're not my father, far from it actually. You’re just a filthy old man who knows nothing about me.” You stepped forward. “I bet you didn’t know that I wanted to be in a band. I bet you don’t know that I can play guitar perfectly. I bet you didn’t know that I don’t want to be a fucking priest like you.” He slammed a fist down onto his desk. “You’ve been around those nasty ghouls! No wonder you’ve been slacking! They’re making you filthy. You stay away from those dirty little-” Before he could say another word, your body moved on its own. A red hand mark formed on his face from the harsh slap you planted on it.

He grabbed the dagger he kept on his desk, and in one quick movement you’d done it. It pierced straight through your heart, making you fall to the ground. You sharply inhaled, the pain was overwhelming your senses. You looked up at him, a smile still on your face. The doors of the office swung open, two siblings of sin barging in. They gasped at the sight before them. Your father towering over your limp body, blood spilling across the floor. You looked at the ground, saying your final words. “See you in hell, father.” You took one last breath, death washing over you.

Mountain looked back at Copia, unsure. “I know you’re scared to see it, but we have to do this to make it look real.” He nodded, bracing himself. He swung open the doors to the office and saw two siblings of sin leaned over your lifeless body. He ran up to you, falling to his knees. His stomach dropped seeing the blood that was spilled everywhere. Tears formed in his eyes as he placed a hand over your cold face. “Dear Satanas..” He looked up the sister of sin who stood in front of him. “Who did this?” Anger and grief flowed through his breaking voice. The Sister backed away, scared. Copia rushed in, grabbing onto the ghouls arms. 

“I apologize dear sister for my ghouls behavior, I will be taking him back to the ghouls wing.” She nodded, shooing him away. Copia dragged the ghoul out of the room, closing the door behind them. He released Mountain, huffing. “That was a good performance, now we need to-” He turned back to see the ghoul wiping his eyes. “Oh dear.. Mountain, you must remember this. We’re bringing him back, you’re going to see him very soon.” The tall ghoul nodded, standing up. “We must go now, your ghoul is waiting for us.” Copia gave him a reassuring pat on the back and led him down to the summoning chamber.

The pentacle was already drawn on the cold ground of the chamber with candles surrounding it. Copia quickly lit the candles and started the ritual. Mountain anxiously waited, watching the ground as if his life depended on it. The pentacle lit up, fire shooting up from the circle. A hole opened up from the ground, a hand reaching out grabbing the edge. Mountain sped to the opening and locked onto the hand. He pulled the ghoul up and out of the portal. “Papa! He’s out!” He stopped chanting, the portal quickly closing. The fire from the ghouls' bubbling skin burned him, but he didn’t care. He held the trembling ghoul in his arms, running his hand gently through his hair. “You’re home, my love.” 

You opened your eyes, gasping. Your whole body felt as though it was on fire, and it was. The feeling of familiar arms around you and that soothing honey like voice brought you back fully. “Mountain?..” You looked up to see him with glossy eyes. “You’re back, you’re safe.” You quickly wrapped your arms around him, smiling weakly into his shoulder. “I told you I’d die for you, didn’t I?”

#mountain ghoul #mountain x male reader #ghost the band #ghost band #i have problems #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #sodo ghoul #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #phantom ghoul #aurora ghoulette #rain ghoul #sunshine ghoulette

[trashlama]

I totally agree Bowser was definitely a yandere in that movie! Peaches even sounds like a yandere song if you sang it in a dark tone .

🎶“At the end of the line , I’ll make you mine”🎶

Also hi I just saw your drawing of bunny/rabbit and omg it looks amazing ! So cute love the details ! 💗💗💗💗

Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed the post. Quick thing I just want to address before I continue.↓

Sorry it's taking so long on all these reqs, I suck I know. Tbh with guys I've been really focusing on the Future yandere Raph one-shot part of Yandere Future Turtle's series I've got going on forever now. It's killing me. Like I can't tell you guys how many drafts I've scrapped in the last two months. Thoooouugh now; I think I've got the plot I like soooo hopefully I can get that out soon😅. Though only time can tell...

I also want to mention damn folks you guys are all radical. I love the reqs from this community! It keeps things interesting~

Sorry about all the rablin'! Anyways—

In the Raph pet name post I had mentioned how I already had some Sun Wukong/and LMK sketches? Well here we are.

(Monkey King Reborn, LMK)

The one to the right is the drawin' I'm soooo fuckin' sad about! It was my favorite! I can't tell you how long that baby took me when I first sketched it out 😭. It twas my precious...

Though that's okay because I got more of my favorites that I plan to post some time in a big ole drawin' dump. So if you like Pucca, FNAF, Betty Boo, Sonic and more. I would keep an eye out for that.

Speaking of precious things~ I need to give my kitty some love.

Thank you everyone for looking and your support! I hope you guys have a great week!

#im a simp #yandere #male yandere #yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt #rottmnt #yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #fanart #quick sketch #lmk sun wukong #lmk fanart #lego monkie kid #sun wukong #monkey king reborn #journey to the west #i got a problem #i have a lot to say #trash's sketches #request wanted #request #tmnt #yandere lmk #yandere sun wukong #fnaf fandom #pucca #sonic the hedghog fanart #idk what else to tag #rise leo #sleep deprived ramblings

[writeshite]

Death Shan't Do Us Apart

Summary:

You turned away, shrinking into yourself, “I just want to see my husband….” you lamented. You may think Steve neglects you, but Bucky sees it firsthand, the eerie way your husband watches you from a distance, the way he licks his lips when he catches a whiff of your scent. Yes, he pitied you, but he’d much rather you despise him that you fall prey to what was left of your husband.

Pairings:

Steve Rogers x Male!Reader

Tags:

Vampire!Steve | Human!Reader | Medieval AU | Soft Dark Steve Rogers

Words: 2725

Author's Note:

The gods gave me the power to write so I'm going to make it everyone's problem, plus vampire Steve is not a want, it's a need.

It’s lonely when you awake; the bedroom you once shared with your husband is only yours now; he’d surrendered his living household to you, keeping only the undead. The east hallway was repurposed, the curtains and drapes shut tight, and guards posted by the entrance express orders from the king - no living shall pass, not even the prince consort. 

Any attempt to forgo these new rules was unsuccessful; the guards did not move when you arrived; they would bow their heads and apologize, “His majesty commands it, sire.”

Shadows often moved in the hallway when you were there; they reached out, then skirted back in the sunlight; sometimes, a figure would emerge in the distance, turned towards you, always watching. But then a servant would grab your arm, apologies to some unknown force spilling from their mouth as they directed you away, curses under their breath and prayers to long dead gods on their tongues.

The changes came when Steve returned from his skirmish near the gulf; he’d left you as your husband and returned as another - locked himself away and moved everything to isolate himself from you. No amount of bribery or threats would wheedle the information on the matter out of anyone; the soldiers he’d returned with looked haggard, almost terrified; some willingly welcomed the promise of death. 

Steve himself was absent, he moved fast in public, a parasol above his head, and eyes turned away from your gaze; unlike before, he did not reach for your hand, and your interactions occurred through others. In the day, that is. Night brought out the old Steve, the one who would carry you to bed when you fell asleep in your study, kiss your forehead goodnight, and hold you all night. He still did it, but only when you slumbered. Once, you’d peeked open your eyes and looked up, gazing into a near-perfect replica of your husband - his eyes were icier, the sharpness of his face amplified, and from the gasp he elicited, you noted the far pointier edge of his teeth. 

“Hush now,” he’d muttered. You’d gawked, brain still muddled with sleep, his deep voice lulled you back under, and you’d fought to stay awake. You held onto his tunic loosely as he set you underneath the covers; he held your cheek delicately, then placed a kiss on your neck. He breathed in deep, his hold still soft; as something pricked your skin, it drew only a droplet of blood, but Steve backed off at the sight of it. He had stared at it hungrily, then shook his head profusely, “Forgive me, dear heart.” You hadn’t the opportunity to ask for clarification, instead waking to the morning light with no husband in sight. 

Nine people passed away the next day, and Steve held off his midnight visits for a week. The morning bells rang through your thoughts, and your breakfast lay waiting on the open balcony, in full view of Steve’s new study. He watched you every morning, stood by the windows, obscured by the opaque drapes; he would remain until you finished, then Bucky would accompany you throughout the day, “For your safety, sire,” he’s said, never clarifying what you’d need protection from.

“I want to see my husband,” you demanded.

Bucky shook his head, “I can’t allow that,” he didn’t turn to face you; his hands remained clasped behind his back.

“Can’t or won’t?”

“You’re not wearing the ring,” he redirects the conversation, the ring in question being Steve’s apology gift - one of many - after nearly a year with him at arm’s length, you’d grown tired. “He won’t be happy about that.”

“Maybe then he’d be so kind to grace me with his presence,” you grumbled.

Bucky tutted you, “You shouldn’t say such things of your king,” he lectured, “any other monarch would have you flogged for such insult.”

“Any other monarch would do me the decency of neglect upfront,” you sniped. 

“You know why he keeps his distance,” Bucky reprimanded you. “His condition amplifies everything; it’s best you remain far until he gains some semblance of control.” When you did not back down from your anger, Bucky tutted, “Would you prefer then if he drained you dry as the baron did his first wife? Or perhaps you’d like your flesh torn from your skin as mine was by your lover’s hands?”

He wrenched the glove from his metallic arm, “You may not like it, dear prince, but he is no longer your Steve, he is a creature of the night, and his hunger may just well outweigh any love he holds for you,” he spoke harshly. 

You turned away, shrinking into yourself, “I just want to see my husband….” you lamented.

Bucky stepped back, a hint of guilt in his expression; when Steve had reassigned him as your guard, he’d made it clear your safety was of great importance - and if it meant scaring you away from him, then so be it. “It’s cruel,” Steve had said - peering through the curtains to watch you dine.

“It’s necessary.” 

He pitied you, but you weren’t there. You hadn’t been there at the gulf; you hadn’t seen Steve hold his neck as blood trailed down his skin, deep red turning into an obsidian hue, back hunching over as bones cracked and teeth grew. You hadn’t watched as Steve cut through men, both enemies, and friends, with such ferocity. Steve had stood in the blood, mouthfuls of human flesh disappearing down his throat as his fingers grew to become claws. You were spared the inhuman cruelty that Steve now possessed, the thirst for blood, and the unparalleled slaughter. You may think Steve neglects you, but Bucky sees it firsthand, the eerie way your husband watches you from a distance, the way he licks his lips when he catches a whiff of your scent. Yes, he pitied you, but he’d much rather you despise him that you fall prey to what was left of your husband.

Steve didn’t plan to become a vampire; then again, no one really ever intends to die, much less become one of the undead.

He’d heard how uncaring vampiric masters tended to be, and he could understand why humans were fragile, annoying little creatures, yet here he was isolating himself from one to keep them safe. Emotion was a stranger to him now, where before he would be angry, now he would be furious before he was in love with you, now he was obsessed. 

Bucky greatly disapproved of his visits, but what could he do? Steve never went too far; he held you at most, stroking your hair as his eyes remained fixed on the pulse along your neck - once he’d pricked your skin with his finger, you’d been swimming in the haze of sleep, as his head swam with hunger. There were minute differences to the smell of blood, the stable boy he’d eaten smelt young, a touch of something meadowy in his fragrance, while the old guardsman he’d drank from last week was stale and tasted of age. On the other hand, you were sweet, sweet like the nectar in blood offerings; he’d almost leaned in to taste but then drew back just as quickly, shaking his head to dispel the craving. 

“Forgive me, dear heart.” 

You’d made a sound of confusion before dozing off again. Steve had withheld the urge long enough to make his way down to the village - nine people is how many it took before he’d quenched himself - Bucky hadn’t looked him in the eye for a week after, and he’d kept his distance from you just as long.

“He misses you,” Natasha voiced. She often lounged in his study, never far from the doors, blessed silver blade in reach, “Refused to wear the ring.” She constantly prodded at the edge of his sanity, little comments about you and your day, what she’d heard of you from Bucky or Sam. The ring had been a precaution, crafted in silver and blessed by the priestess herself, a ward to deter him should he seek you out in a state of hunger.

“It’s to be expected, rebellion often sparks in times of uncertainty, but he will adjust in time,” Steve responded.

Natasha huffed, “You say that, but forget how willful the prince consort is,” she chuckled, “perhaps in time, he will take on a lover,” she jokingly muses.

Steve snaps the pen in his hand, the ink bursting on his hand; Natasha merely laughs, her objective of the day complete, “I did not relieve you of your duties to the regiment so you could taunt me with lies,” he hisses, dabbing away at the ink.

“They are not lies, merely half-truths; your husband is lonely, majesty,” she says, “either he will find company in another or wither away in his sorrow.”

“Any company he might find will die at my hand,” he sneers, “HE IS MINE!”

“Says you, but the nobility have begun to scheme; there are those who would love nothing more than a night between the prince consort’s —” she ducks away, words cut off when Steve’s chair flies at her. His pupils shrink, akin to a cat’s, as he seethes at her, her face may hold steady, but she can feel the slight tremble in her limbs and the rabbit jump of her near-dead heart. “Apologies, my king,” she bows, head on the floor, arms held out front, “I meant no disrespect; I serve only to inform.”

Steve says nothing, his steps rush past her, and a grunt of something passes his lips before the door opens. Natasha raises her head, a sigh of relief; Sam leans by the door, shaking his head at her, “When you said you had a death wish, I thought you were joking.”

“You heard?”

“Who didn’t? We’re all undead here,” he holds out his hand, but she brushes it aside, “using the prince consort to anger him; that’s pretty risky, even for you.”

Sam was one of the lucky ones; he’d died peacefully but came back accidentally; the gods hadn’t been ready to release him from their hold. He didn’t understand the loose grip on humanity that she and many others had, she teetered on the edge of life and death; even for a creature of the night, Steve was unbelievably heartless. The only sliver of humanity he had left was with you; as callous as it may be, “He still cares for his husband, in his own twisted way, I can use that, keep myself in high regard, keep him from going too far.”

“And if he drains the prince consort dry? Will you remain to have your head taken from your shoulders alongside us?” Sam asked.

Natasha turned away; she attempted to mimic shame but couldn’t; Sam didn’t get it; he was lucky, “Steve won’t touch you, he can’t, you hold his husband’s favor, you’re immune to his anger.”

Sam scoffed, “As long as he lives, yes, but if your plans get him killed, then no one is safe.”

Steve all but ran from his study; the afternoon sun did not bare down on him as the morning did, so he passed into the living wings with some ease. The guards stiffed when he passed by, fear pouring from their veins as their armor shook with their tremors; he finds you in the veranda, cakes half-eaten and easel set to the side, you’re sat with your back to the entrance and crown set to the side. He grimaces at the absence of your ring; the others around you all recoil at the sight of him, stepping away when he nears. 

He places his hands atop your seat and tilts his head at the door - the servants scramble over themselves to leave, and your personal guards waste no time in following. You glance around at the commotion, eyes widening when you catch sight of him, “Steve….” Disbelief laces your voice, and you stand slowly, hand outstretched to touch him. His face is twisted in slight discomfort at the shine of the afternoon sun, but he remains where he stands.

You don’t look sick, but Steve doesn’t appreciate the bags under your eyes or the tear stains on your cheeks. “What upsets you, my love?” 

“You.”

“Me? How so? I have given you more than a king ever should their consort,” he says, slightly irritated.

“And I am grateful,” you reply, “but you do not give me your company anymore; I miss my king.” You withdraw from him, arms around yourself once more, “I miss you, Steve.”

“I miss you as well, dear heart, but I’m afraid my company would do you harm. Even now,” he moves fast, and you gasp when he appears behind you. His hand comes up to your throat; a gentle pressure applied as he tilts your neck to the side, “I crave your blood unlike any other; I fear my hunger would consume me should I remain so close.” 

He would like to move away, but it’s been so long since he’s had you all to himself. His nose grazes your vein; his face has already begun to shift - the curve of his ears point out more as the edge of his teeth grows; he holds your face away from him as he hides away in your neck. “Would you still wish for my company after inflicting such pain upon you?”

Your breath hitched; Steve smiled at the increase in your heartbeat; he turned your head, his nose against yours, “I….” you hesitate, taking in the monstrous appearance of your lover; you are unsure how best to put your thoughts into words, so opt instead to move forward, slotting your lips against his. His fangs scratch against your mouth, your blood drips into his mouth, and Steve is consumed by the want, hands gripping you as you cling to him desperately. He chases after the droplets of blood, only drawing back when he remembers your need for oxygen - you are flushed, eyes dazed, and mouth swollen; Steve missed seeing you this way.

“Perhaps I’ve been too harsh with my choices, shutting myself away from a source of something so sweet,” he mulls to himself, pecking your lips after each word. No other human had quenched his thirst so fervently. 

The doors to the veranda burst open then, as Bucky and Sam rush through, Natasha trails in after them, a handful of guards by her side. They still at the sight of you in Steve’s arms, cautiously glancing at Steve as they attempt to coax you away from him. You look between them, mind still numb from the kiss; when Bucky reaches out for you, Steve hisses, tucking you away from them, “Steve, you know better,” Bucky attempts, but Steve laughs.

His laugh isn’t the warm, soothing thing it once was; it’s near deranged, cruel, “Know better? You’re the one who should know better, demanding things from your king,” his attitude changes, jovial mood shifting to disdain, “I should have you skinned alive, flesh stirred for my evening stew for your attempt at separating me from my husband.”

His grip on you has grown painful, and you whimper at it, drawing his attention back to you, “Oh forgive me, dear heart,” his grip loosens, “I forget how easy you break.” He coos apologetically, “Sam will take you away from here while I sort this out.”

You shake your head, “Please….” your eyebrows knitted in despair, “don’t kill them.”

Steve tilts his head at your request, “Oh my sweet prince, I must set an example,” he says, and you repeat the words, tears at the corner of your eyes. “Oh no, dear heart, no more tears; I dislike it when you weep.”

He wipes away your tears, “Very well, let us compromise, hmm,” he smiles, “you may take half that may live, and the rest may die. Now, now darling, it’s far fairer than what I’d intended,” he cuts you off before you can argue. His smile is strained, and his gaze is stern; you feel the implication of his grip on you and nod; once you’ve picked your half, Steve shoos you and them away from the veranda. The doors close, and you shiver at the screams that emerge after the doors close.

“I told you,” Bucky voiced, “He is no longer your Steve.”

End Note:

Again, soft dark Steve Rogers as a vampire is not a want, it's a need. Stay Hydrated.

#steve rogers x male!reader #steve rogers x reader #marvel imagine #vampire!steve rogers #the gods gave me the ability to write so i'm making it everyone's problem #Soft Dark Steve Rogers

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Hello, I saw your valentines post and thought I might join in

I'd really like prompt 3, the one with the dream if them , and Azul from twst

He's my fav of the twst cast and a comfort character (❁´◡`❁)

my pronouns are they/them/he/him, so do whatever you like with that info

maybe it's just me, but in a dream someone would have to do something cute and/or sweet in it to get me flustered and avoiding them (lol I'm weak to fluff but not really spice)

Anyways, I hope you have a lovely day or night and I wish the best of luck to you!

💌Azul Ashengrotto + Prompt #3 (Seeing them in your dreams, being too flustered to face them in real life.)

Dreams end at the most climactic moment. That is to say, right when the zombies catch you or as soon as you hit the ground. The same holds true for good dreams especially.

Which brings you to your current predicament. 

The details were fading away, all that remained burned into your mind were those final moments—a wistful piano instrumental filling the air, the feeling of your hand in his as he led you in a slow dance, a lightness taking over your body as if you were floating, the steady heat of his palm against yours lingering even after you’ve woken up.

Of course, to be further spited by fate, the both of you are paired for a short research paper, carefully looking through the reference section of the library. Together.

“—if we could find more literature on—Hm? Is something the matter?” Azul looks up from the book he was skimming through.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’ve just got a few things on my mind.” You play it off with a wave of your hand.

He levels a concerned look at you. “Is our class representative overworking himself again?”

“N-no, not this time. It’s nothing, just some personal business.”

“If you say so, then. But if you need a listening ear, just know that I can make room in my schedule to assist you. It would be terrible if I let a dear colleague of mine carry such a burden, wouldn’t it?” There’s something about those words, or maybe his voice, that makes your stomach uneasy. 

There are some things you know about Azul Ashengrotto definitively. Anyone can spot his flair for showmanship. He’s busy, but also approachable. Maybe distant at times, but always polite.

(Not at all like the Azul in your dream. Not like the Azul of now.)

Scratch that point about distance, you didn’t get the memo that the both of you were close enough to be dear colleagues.

But here you are, on the receiving end of his complete and utter attention. It occurs to you now how little you truly know about Azul.

The ring of the bell cuts your conversation short, and you blurt out a flimsy excuse before rushing out and leaving him alone in the library.

a/n: hiiii!! thanks for sending in a request and happy valentines day💕💕 i had a bit of challenge trying to pin down azul's chara because i kept thinking any sweet or tender gesture from him would first of all be off-putting to the target of his affection,,, and that kinda carried through in the writing,,, oops,,, these drabbles weren't meant to contain slowburn tension🤧🤧Either way this prompt was fun to write, i hope u enjoyed reading this💕💕

#where both reader and azul are observant and distant from eo #and in readers case the observations are tipping into some growing feelings oh nooooo (like its a problem) #azul wondering: damn did i say smth wrong to him? #(he has yet to realize that he likes em more than the networking benefits they give him) #methinks his rizz is in how he forgets that words like 'dear' can carry romantic connotations #azuls thinking in 5-D diplomacy so hard he accidentally seduces u typa wit #hahaha catch me banking on scotch tape headcanoning as usual #dellet-writings #dellet-asks #z3llous #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #male reader #edit: not me copy pasting the wrong song link oof #twst #twisted wonderland