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winged-self-indulgence · 5 months

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Why Do People Like Yanderes?

Hi everyone, my name is Diya, and this was going to be a YT video-essay-type-thing but I'm too poor to afford a mic and too busy with college to learn how to edit videos, so here's my vague exploration of the psychology behind why people like yanderes so much through the lens of my favourite Visual Novels.

TW for uh. yandere content. Mentions of sex, gore, and non-con, particularly in the last topic. This is more like the first draft of an academic paper so while it's not explicit, I do go into some detail.

Introduction

If you’re a fan of anime or visual novels, then you’re probably already aware of what a yandere is, or at the very least you’ve seen that one picture of Yuno Gasai. Still, for the sake of thoroughness, let’s take it from the tippy top. The term ‘yandere’ is a Japanese portmanteau of ‘yanderu’ – the progressive form of ‘yami’ – meaning ‘sick’, and ‘deredere’ which roughly translates to ‘loving’. Together, the word refers to someone who is – in short – extremely lovesick. Obsessive to the extreme, and with little morality to spare, the standard yandere is characterized by a dangerous fixation on a chosen target, often appearing shy and caring at first only to flip the script and become violently aggressive towards perceived threats (Kroon, 2010).

It should be noted that yanderes are not a strictly romantic or sexual trope. The Ancient Greeks classified at least six forms of love, from familial (storge) to guests (xenia). Modern psychologists may distinguish love as either Companionate or Passionate (Kim & Hatfield, 2004) or consisting of three dimensions of Intimacy, Passion, and Commitment (Sternberg & Sternberg, 2018). Realistically, possessiveness shows up in a variety of relationships. However, people are generally primed to view certain dynamics as inherently amorous. Societal norms tend to encourage the idea that romantic bonds ought to rank above all others, and therefore if Person A is bizarrely fixated on Person B, then clearly there must be an element of sexual interest involved regardless of the actual relationship between the individuals in question.

Regardless, yanderes remain quite popular in fiction. Many dismiss it as a fetish, which it can be, but that isn’t the case for everyone. While there is nothing wrong with indulging in kinky fiction, not all of us get horny at the thought of being chained up in someone’s basement, no matter how hot our captor may be. So why is it so pervasive? Why is this trope so appealing that most writers cannot help but include at least a single line of dialogue implying that – if circumstances had been ever so slightly different – my wholesome shoujo romcom might have turned into a psychological horror?

Hybristophilia

‘Hybristophilia’, also known as Bonnie and Clyde Syndrome after the titular criminal couple, is a word is derived from the Greek word ‘hybridzein’ meaning ‘to commit an outrage against someone’ and ‘philo’ which means ‘a strong preference for’. Sexologist John Money reportedly defined it as a paraphilia in which an individual is sexually aroused by a partner who has a predatory history of hurting other people (Money, 1986, as cited in Matuszak, 2017). In his book, Serial Killer Groupies, true crime and crime fiction author RJ Parker distinguished two forms of hybristophilia: passive and aggressive. The former is when an individual contacts a criminal with the intention of striking up a relationship with them, allowing themselves to be seduced and manipulated but having no interest in committing a crime themselves. The latter are far more dangerous, as the individual not only derives sexual pleasure from their partner’s atrocities but are active participants in carrying out or covering up the crime. To quote Griffiths (2013, as cited in Pettigrew, 2019):

“[They] help out their lovers with their criminal agenda by luring victims, hiding bodies, covering crimes, or even committing crimes. They are attracted to their lovers because of their violent actions and want to receive love yet are unable to understand that their lovers are psychopaths who are manipulating them.”

In some ways, hybristophilia is the nearest thing we have to a realistic understanding of why people love yanderes. I mean, much of the fantasy surrounding such characters and their media tend to be filled with posts begging to be spat on or calling the rightfully terrified main character ungrateful for being a teeny bit upset about finding surveillance cameras in their ceiling. However, enjoying fictitious immoral activity does not predict real perpetration, so what does? There exists little consensus amongst psychologists as to what sparks this particular predilection, and that was strange to me. You would think there would be more studies into this topic, in spite of or perhaps because of its controversial nature. Heck, that one dude wouldn’t shut up about white women’s obsession with Bundy and Dahmer, and I assumed he had gotten that information from somewhere, but it turns out that was just him using modifiers to justify sexism.

However, I believe that we can hedge a few guesses, and over the course of my research, I’ve organized the main rationalizations under four umbrellas which I will explore through the lens of my favourite yandere-themed Visual Novels. Please keep in mind that most of these games are rated as mature due to sexual scenes and/or gore. Additionally, in the spirit of transparency, this ramble will be focused exclusively on male or masculine yanderes. So, without further ado:

Call Me Bob the Builder Because I Can Fix Them

If you’re familiar with DC Comic’s Batman, or just happen to have attended any costume event held over the span of the last 20+ years, you may be familiar with the character of Dr. Harleen Quinzel, better known as Harley Quinn. Initially created as the Joker’s one-off sidekick in Batman The Animated Series, she was so well-received by audiences that she became a recurring character in the cartoon and was eventually given a proper origin story in the form of a one-shot titled Mad Love.

Harley’s origin story has seen some alterations over the past decades, but the core aspects remain largely untouched. In the beginning, Harleen Quinzel was a promising young woman who wanted was a degree from the university’s prestigious psychology department, which she gained through…less than scrupulous means.

(Listen, I’m not sure if the authors were leaning on the Dumb Blonde stereotype, or if they simply thought that casting her as a genuinely bad student would make her later actions more believable. Either way, the idea of Harley as someone with a legitimate PhD came later)

After landing an internship at Arkham Asylum – a half-hospital and half-prison straight out of the 1870s that might as well be built out of one-ply tissue-paper soaked with gasoline and left next to a crate of fireworks – Harleen set her sights on the then incarcerated Joker. At the start, her fixation on the criminal wasn’t remotely sympathetic. She didn’t want to help him, she wanted to use him. Harleen Quinzel wanted piggyback off his infamy and write a tell-all tale detailing what sort of messed up childhood resulted in Gotham’s Clown Prince of Crime. Yet the more she interacted with him, the more the Joker took advantage of her empathy. By the end of their sessions, Harley no longer saw him as a violent serial killer with a clown schtick, but as a “lost, injured child looking to make the world laugh at his antics.”

But Diya, you may be asking, what does this have to do with the video? The Joker never loved Harley, and it could even be argued – as Shehadeh did in a 2017 essay – that her obsession with the pasty-faced clown is more akin to Histrionic Personality Disorder. While that may be the case, I believe that Harley’s story provides one of the reasons yanderes are so popular: their backstory.

Whether they were abandoned by their family, bullied by their peers, experimented on by evil scientists, starved on the streets, died under mysterious circumstances and then trapped in a haunted VCR tape for decades, or are simply so impossibly inhuman that they frankly do not understand why it isn’t socially acceptable to imprison their crush in a pocket dimension made of meat and non-Euclidean geometry, yanderes often have fairly sympathetic or at least understandable explanations for why they are Like That. Your mileage may vary significantly depending on how much you sympathize with these motives, but the point is that yanderes always make sense to some degree. Their morality and priorities may be twisted or even completely incomprehensible, but the audience almost always knows the reason, and that can be comforting. In the real world, other people aren’t always straightforward, and we never really know what they’re thinking, but narrative coherence demands a semblance of internal consistency lest the audience end up frustrated and confused. So yanderes are not only easy to sympathize with, but also fairly predictable. In-universe they may be unhinged freaks with a blood fetish, but to you watching from behind the safety of the screen they’re just acting out the script written for them based on a prototype. And if you understand the why behind their loose gears, then you might just be able to put them back together again.

The concept of rescue romances or “I Can Fix Them” has been around in our stories for thousands of years. The Epic of Gilgamesh detailed how Shamhat essentially ‘civilized’ wild man Enkidu through ritual lovemaking, and a concerning number of religions push the idea that women are dutybound to save men from the follies of sin. Yet men are not exempt either, with one notable example being the German fairytale, King Thrushbeard. Call it what you will regardless: Knights in Shining Armour, the Florence Nightingale Effect, or a plain old case of Because You Were Nice to Me, studies have shown that human beings generally like helping [DA2] others, even when the reason doesn’t necessarily stem from pure altruism. I will delve deeper into this later, but care and compassion are deeply ingrained in human nature, and arising from those roots is the appeal of this mentality: You can save them. You can change them. You can make them better. You are special, and the way you treat this person carries a weight that has not and will never be matched by anyone else for the rest of their mortal or immortal existence.

The illusion is a delicious one, especially if the person you’ve helped turns out to be a billionaire CEO with cash to burn, a super powerful ghost king willing to raze continents to dust for you, a demon having fun on a Friday night, or just your average hot creep with a knife. Moreover, different people have different ideas of what ‘fixing’ even means. Maybe you want to single-handedly rehabilitate your yandere into a functional member of society. Maybe you’re cool with the incessant stalking but would like them to stop slaughtering your friends, family, and local service workers. Maybe you want to make them much, much worse.

Not only do yanderes provide immediate proof that your actions have a tangible impact on the lives of others, but the fantasy also includes the desire of being seen as special. Of being admired and adored by someone whose life you inexplicably made better by virtue of simply being yourself, or an idealized version of yourself. In this fictional world, in this imaginary setting, the person you are is so uniquely, impossibly irreplaceable to someone. And if that’s the case then they can’t risk losing you, can they?

The Allure of Obsession, or ‘Til Death Do Us Part (Literally)

It shouldn’t be necessary, but here is my obligatory disclaimer anyway. Ahem: obsession is not a good thing in real life. Fixating on another human to the detriment of your own wellbeing and that of those around you is dangerous, as is encouraging someone else to obsess over you. You might think you are being worshiped, but real life is not a visual novel. The outside world doesn’t come with an age rating, the author’s guiding pen, and a convenient fade to credits sequence once you’ve reached an ending. The consequences will still be there in the morning, so don’t do it. Just don’t.

PSA out of the way, it’s natural to want to be wanted. Maslow’s Hierarchy places it just above physical safety, but I’d argue that it could easily be compared to baser drives. According to many psychological and anthropological studies, much of humanity’s continued survival and environmental dominance is largely attributed to our ability to form groups, cooperate with one another, and maintain complex interpersonal networks. Social support, intimacy, and a sense of belonging are linked to emotional and physical benefits, such as more optimistic health perceptions, higher subjective well-being, increased creativity and innovation, and greater self-efficacy (DeWall & Bushman, 2011; Harandi et al., 2017; Wang & Sha, 2018). Therefore, it’s perfectly understandable that rejection of any sort would be construed as a threat.

But if someone is obsessed with you, then you have no reason to worry about that, right? No more nights spent agonizing over how they feel about you, asking yourself whether your last text made you sound too desperate, or if you’re boring them because you spent the past hour info-dumping about Stardew Valley farm layouts. With a yandere, there will never be any doubt that they care about you. Sure, they might go about it in weird, manipulative, and insidious ways that violate your physical and mental autonomy, but you can’t deny their loyalty. They do love you in their own bizarre way. You are the sun around which they orbit. When you’re in the room, no one else exists. Every single messy flaw is just another bullet point on the mile-long list of why they adore you.

In essence, yanderes are not only attentive, but their love can be virtually unconditional. A yandere might know everything about you, and still revere you. It’s unhealthy as hell and you might genuinely question their taste, but it can be tempting to pretend that all of you, right down to the ugliest parts of yourself – the traits and choices that you would never share with another living soul even at gunpoint – are worthy of understanding, if not open praise and affection.

Attractiveness, or Okay but Have You Considered That They’re Hot Though?

I mean what am I supposed to say here? They’re hot, what do you want from me?

No, but in all seriousness, fictional media paints an idealized version of the world, and most yanderes are hot because they have the freedom of existing purely behind that screen; artfully arranged and edited to forever appear compelling to anyone who happens to enjoy their particular style. And there are a lot of styles to choose from. Whether you want them pretty faced and disarmingly cute, or scarred up and big enough to pin you like a butterfly, yanderes come in a wide variety of shapes and sizes that are meant to pique your interest and draw you in like a naïve little fish being lured towards the mouth of an angler fish, unwilling to believe that anything bad might happen to us when the bait is this pretty.

This is often referred to as the Halo Effect, a form of cognitive bias referring to the tendency for people to assume that a single obvious positive trait must be associated with other positive traits. The go-to characteristic is typically physical attractiveness, but a nice voice, good humour, and cooking skills are also factors which serve to influence our perceptions.

So, conventional physical attractiveness is one thing, but that’s only skin deep. What about beyond that? After all, the yandere still has to talk to you before they enact their master plan of tying you up in their basement until Stockholm Syndrome kicks in.

When I showed my friend a picture of John Doe from the game John Doe, she told me that he looked like a creepy slob, and she’s far from the only person who’s ever thought so. Look at them. I feel like if I tried to comb that hair it would simply eat me, and some of the CGs really put the scopophobia in Scopophobia Studios. I love Doe, but he is not hot, and he doesn’t behave in a normally appealing way either. If the player chooses not to take a bath, Doe will immediately comment that you “smell good” before following you home, breaking into your house, and leaving a bloody organ on the floor for the player to trip over. Many yanderes can at least fake a veneer of normalcy, but from the get-go Doe doesn’t even bother to pretend he’s anything less than an otherworldly creature stuffed into a vaguely person-shaped meatsuit. In an effort to find out why so many people had latched on to Doe – including me – I shopped around social media and YouTube for answers, and what I found was a widely unanimous sentiment.

While some were drawn to his fun design and goofy personality, most simply thought that he wasn’t inherently malevolent, just very confused. In addition to being a supernatural being with a completely alien axis of morality, Doe’s meta-awareness and unbridled attempts at winning the player’s affection lends him quite a bit of support from the audience, especially if you yourself also happen to struggle with social cues and relate to his pure earnestness. In Ending 7 of the extended version, the player character has the option to tell Doe – who has altered himself to pass as more ‘normal’ – that they prefer who he truly is, at which point he grows visibly flustered and sports an adorable pair of literal heart-shaped pupils.

Whether they’re charismatic, seductive, cute, sweet, funny, nurturing, or generous, the best yanderes have engaging personalities. Even while they’re committing truly heinous crimes against God, man, and your guts, you still kinda want to hang out with them, and you want them to acknowledge you as being just as interesting. And this is all fine in fiction because you’re the one in charge, and if you ever get bored or uncomfortable or busy with something else, then you can simply close the tab or window with zero consequences, which brings us to the final and most important reason.

Power Dynamics and Consent in Fantasy (I Couldn’t Think of a Joke Here Guys, This Is Kinda Serious)

Once again, I feel that I must preface this section just for the sake of my own peace of mind: sexual coercion and assault are vile and disgusting crimes that should never be emulated or tolerated in the real world. We are speaking purely of fictional media, specifically adult-oriented media in this case, so please be mindful.

In 2009, Bivoni and Critelli conducted a study on 355 undergraduate women with the goal of assessing the reasons behind fantasies of non-consent. At the time, there were two leading explanations of this phenomenon. One stated that women with high libidos but repressed views of sex used these imaginary scenarios to alleviate the guilt they had grown to associate with sex. Because the simulation was a purely mental exercise and they themselves were cast as helpless victims in the scenario, they were able to remain blameless while still finding sexual gratification. The second stated that these fantasies were an expression of liberation by women who were adventurous and comfortable enough with their own sexuality to engage with taboo ideas that they weren’t at all interested in performing in real life. Which do you think was more common?

If you guessed the second option, you’d be right. The study found that of the 220 women who had experienced such fantasies, 45% found theirs erotic, 46% were mixed, and only 9% reported pure aversion. One justification for this outcome relies on psycho-biological theories, for example masochistic preferences or the unintended activation of the sympathetic nervous system and subsequent mis-attribution of arousal. Other reasons have to do with higher order thinking and are tied to the power dynamics within such fantasies. On the surface is the appeal of being so desirable to someone that they simply cannot control themselves, but then there is a deeper impulse, which the researchers referred to as Adversary Transformation. To quote the article: “[fantasies] involve a struggle between an assailant and a potential victim in which it is relevant to consider who is the winner and who is the loser. At one level, it is a struggle over sex, but the woman's non-consent may be feigned or token. At another level, the woman may be seeking a victory that is not about whether sex occurs, but about what happens emotionally between the protagonists.”

Basically, the imaginary perpetrator may have ‘won’, but the self-character need not have ‘lost’.

Media provides an extra layer to the illusion, one that you as the viewer have absolute control over. If you are choosing to engage with a piece of media that explicitly labels itself as including R18+ yandere content, then you clearly have some expectations, and that background awareness goes a long way in reducing long-term discomfort and allowing audiences to make informed decisions. If you don’t like the plot, you can simply turn it off it with the click of a button, and when the screen goes dark it’s not like the yandere is going to punish you for saying no. Strade isn’t going to break into your house with a drill, there are no homicidal clown ghosts hiding in your TV, and no suspicious pink-haired hackers watching your webcam. They aren’t real, and the consequences aren’t real either. You have all the power here.

Conclusion

In summary, Yanderes are appealing for a variety of reasons. Whether you want to save them, think they’re attractive, wish to indulge in a dream of being utterly coveted, or simply enjoy a bit of spice in your me-time, it’s obvious why the trope has persisted for so long and will likely continue to do so. If you enjoy yanderes but are worried that having a taste for the less wholesome side of things might imply something about who you are as a person, don’t be. The notion that fantasies and media preferences directly reflect subconscious desires is not only painfully out of date debunked nonsense but also indicative of restrictive ideologies wherein bad thoughts = sin. This isn’t 1984. You haven’t committed a thought-crime by having a weird kink. You aren't going to superhell for fantasizing. The human mind is hardly ever so mathematically rational, and the point of fiction is to allow us to safely engage with and explore various ideas, provided the everyone involved is mentally, chronologically, and emotionally mature enough to do so.

Thank you all for listening to me. If you learned something or were just a little bit entertained. If you're curious about knowing more, I've listed my sources below

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Critelli, J. W., & Bivona, J. M. (2008). Women’s Erotic Rape Fantasies: An Evaluation of Theory and research. Journal of Sex Research, 45(1), 57–70. https://doi.org/10.1080/00224490701808191

DeWall, C. N., & Bushman, B. J. (2011). Social acceptance and rejection. Current Directions in Psychological Science, 20(4), 256–260. https://doi.org/10.1177/0963721411417545

Flynn, F. J., Reagans, R., Amanatullah, E. T., & Ames, D. R. (2006). Helping one’s way to the top: Self-monitors achieve status by helping others and knowing who helps whom. Journal of Personality and Social Psychology, 91(6), 1123–1137. https://doi.org/10.1037/0022-3514.91.6.1123

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sweetbydarkness · 7 months

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Now I noticed why I think asmo and vil are so alike. I mean, there is various reasons, and this one is pretty obvious and I should have known before but like, I think it's important to share.

They're similar because both of them don't follow gender norms. They think this thing of "one gender wears this and other gender wears that" is ridiculous. And yet they are males, and they are sure of it. Their feminity is part of their masculinity. And it's completely beautiful. They're both beautiful men that think gender norms is an idiotic.

Also they're both a bit bad on the head, but that's part of the charm.

#obey me #twisted wonderland #twst #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #twst br #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #twisted wonderland vil #twst vil #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland

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yuumcbr · 14 days

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Feliz aniversário Levi e Vil!!

Achei que o cabelo do Beel ficou um pouco estranho e último desenho ficou um pouco apagado.

Sei que estou um pouco atrasado em relação aos aniversários dos personagens, mas não queria deixar passar em branco. 😅

Para quem não entendeu, era para ser o Levi olhando o post de aniversário do Vil, e então a MC é os gêmeos vão até ele fazer uma noite de jogos.

Acho muito divertido que Vil e Levi façam aniversário no mesmo dia e pensei que tinha que fazer algo.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland br #twisted wonderland fanart #twisted wonderland pt br #twst fanart #twst #happy birthday #vil schoenheit #vil twst #vil twisted wonderland #obey me fandom #obey me x twisted wonderland #obey me x twisted wonderland headcanon #obey me #obey me leviathan #om! leviathan #belphegor #belphie #beel obey me

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shiftlit · 3 months

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Rule Board-

How to ask:Put name of character and fandom when asking, if you want something not listed down below please ask anyways and I will see if I can do it also please put gender of Reader for smut/lemon

Fandoms:Twisted wonderland, Hazbin hotel, Sunny day Jack, John doe, My dear hatchet man, Broken colors, Dachabo, The groom of Gallagher mansion, Legend of Zelda, obey me, Lego monkie kid, 14dayswithyou, ace attorney,TMNT

What I write:Fluff, angst,romance scenarios, smut, Polys,ect.

What I won't write: zoophilia, pedophilia, incest,ect.

Index(coming soon...)

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mysicklove · 3 months

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CW: reader sucking nanamis dick lol, me playing up nanamis old manness bc i am picturing him as a middle aged man, no power dynamics, nanami cums on your face n realizes he may have a kink, reader is ":3" coded, unedited for now bc i need sleep

a/n: wrote this cause im down bad. not written well tho LOL

"Are you sure you like this? I dont want your jaw to hurt..." Nanami questions, furrowed browed as he gently traces the skin near your temple.

You were kneeling in front of him, hands placed on his thighs and grinning at him. "I want to. I really, really want to. Been thinking about it all day."

"You are quite eager."

"Arent you?" Your eyes trail to cock in your hand, completely hard and flushing a shade of red. His work attire was still on, and you just unbuttoned his pants enough so that only his dick was free. You had a thing for the work attire - you couldnt help it, he looked incredibly good in a suit.

In return, Nanami just rubs at his mouth, not denying it. Then he pets your hair, settling in his chair. "Okay, but I wont be mad if you grow uncomfortable."

You rolls your eyes at him, pressing your cheek against his cock. "You coddle me too much. I will not die from sucking dick, Kento."

He stays quiet at this, just silently brushing your hair back into his palms, holding it away from your face. It was polite, all things considering. You smile at him, while your tongue drags from the base of his cock to the tip.

You continue to prep yourself, licking and gently kissing the shaft, while Nanami watches in silence. Then, you put your mouth over him and begin to suckle the tip. A sigh is let out from the man, and he resists the urge to shut his eyes, wanting to watch the lewd sight.

Your head find a steady motion - bobbing up and down until you gag and pull off. He pretends that the sound doesnt turn him on, feeling bad that something uncomfortable for you sends blood rushing to his groin.

When you pull away, slightly panting, he rubs at your lips, now coated in saliva. "Are you okay?"

"You're doing it again, Kento. I am not a child - I've sucked other mens dick before."

He blinks at this, before frowning and forcing you back on his cock by your hair. But, when he heard your giggles from below, he realized quickly that you only said that to tease him. He sighs at that, shaking his head. "Do you like making me upset?"

You hum around his cock, letting drool purposefully fall from your mouth and down till it reached his balls - it was always bettter when it was sloppier, or so you have heard. But, you pull away quickly to answer him, tilting your head to the side so that you can continue to lick his shaft.

"Kinda fun to - you get this look in your eyes. Its weirdly sexy seeing you mad."

His non dominant hand goes back to caressing the skin on your face and his eyes soften. "I would never actually be mad at you."

You make eyecontact with him as you stick your tongue out and swirl it around the redden tip, ignoring the salty taste of pre. Then you give the head another kiss, pressing your nose against it. "I know. You're too soft around me. Its cute, I dont mind it."

"I'm glad," he breathes, and then he pauses, gulping, and looking away, "Then if you dont mind, can you go a little farther down? If its not too uncomfortable, of course."

You obey with little hesistation, mouth coming closer to the dark patch of hair on his lower abdomen. This time he groans out, and cant help but shut his eyes at the warm feeling of your throat. You try your best to focus, but seeing your lovers face contort with pleasure was too pretty to not watch.

His hips move from his chair, slightly bucking into your mouth like he couldnt control them. It makes a lewd noise in the back of your throat, and he groans hearing it. You continue your movements, and with each moment, his cock gets wetter from the amount of saliva coated on it.

Large, callused finger tips run over your neck, feeling the way his dick creates a small bulge, and he lets out a shaky breathe. "Fuck. Wow, you are something. Doing so well, thank you, thank you, fuck."

Tears are beggining to prick at your eyes from the lack of air, but still you try your best to nod at him, even if the action sends him groaning out again.

He was growing overheated from the whole thing, and you watch as he removes his tie and unbuttons the top part of his shirt. The sight makes you slightly moan, and it sends a vibration up Nanami's spine.

When you pull away for another breathe, he lets out a noise close to a whine, and you hold back a chuckle. "Looks whose the one eager now." You tease, and his cheeks pinken slightly as he looks away.

"You really treat me so well."

"You think I am good at sucking dick?"

A lewd way to put it, and Nanami wouldnt phrase it like that, but alas, he nods his head, before guiding you back onto his cock. You in return laugh, and immediately go back to work.

With each bob of your head, he gets more into it, now slightly pushing you down farther by your hair. You don't mind it, and Nanami begins to pant from the pleasure, deep and breathlessly. The sound only spurs you on.

It doesnt take much longer for his abdomen to tighten up, and the feeling of his orgasm to approach. You could tell he was close to coming, even without a warning from the way his grunts seem to grow louder. So you continue your pace, trying your best to hold out without a breathe until he cums down your throat.

But, to much of your suprise, he pulls you off from him by your hair. You try to protest, wanting him to cum in your mouth, but he simply grabs at his cock with his other hand and pumps it a couple of times before aiming it at your face.

Cum shoots out of the wet head, and you are forced to shut one of your eyes as the white liquid lands on your upper cheek and eyelid. The rest lands on a multitude of places on your face, causing you to squint your one opened eye. He groans the entirity of it, and so you let him cum all over your face, finding the noise cute.

But when he is done, you simply wipe off your eyes, leaving the rest for now, and blink up at him with a small frown. "You know it would be alot cleaner if you would have came down my throat."

Nanami just stares at you, eyes scanning your face. Then, you notice the tint of red that danced on his cheeks and ears. Your face lights up at the realization. "I knew you had some sort of kink. You're not as vanilla as I thought, Kento! Who would have thought cumming on my face would do it for you."

"You just look...so pretty like this." A laugh falls from your lips, as your eyes travel back to his cock that was beginning to harden again. Now, it was time for the real deal - you almost squeal in excitement as you drag him to the bedroom.

#mello.writes #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut

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itsphoenix0724 · 1 month

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I don’t know if your still doing the bouquet event. But an orchid with Rhysand sounds wonderful!

Orchid (Rhysand x Reader)

Warnings: angst (don't hate me)

Word Count: 970

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A/N: Thank you for visiting my page, I'm so sorry this took me so long to write. Reader takes the place of Feyre in this fic so Nesta and Elain are her sisters. I have a very complicated relationship with Rhys idk why he's just super hard to write for me. Please don't kill me but this is angsty I'm so sorry. But I hope that you enjoy it <3

You haven’t been able to leave the nursery since you brought your baby home. He was perfect, the crown of inky black hair matching his father, with your eyes staring back up at you. You’re humming softly rocking the cradle back and forth as he sleeps, the knitted bat stuffed animal curled under his small arm. Your body tenses as your husband slips through the doorway, he utters your name and you glare at him without stopping your lullaby.

“I will not discuss this in front of our son.” Your tone betrays nothing of your feelings, refusing to let anything show in his presence. Rhys’s face pales a shade but he nods and gestures with his head to the door. After giving a subtle nod you leave the sleeping prince in his cradle, safely guarded by moonlight dreams, and follow Rhys out of the room. You want for nothing more than a glass of liquor, preferably the strongest Velaris has to offer, as you stand across the study from your husband. Alas, you are nursing so your desire remains a boiling headache sprouting in your temples.

“Darling-” Rhysand starts, but you raise one hand and he stops speaking, snapping his jaw shut. You take a moment to look at Rhysand fully. His raven hair, so normally well-kempt, is run through and the purple half-moons under his eyes cast grotesque shadows on unnaturally pale skin. You’ve barely spoken to him in days since Nyx was born.

In fact, you’ve refused to see any of the inner circle at all seldom your sisters.

“I am going to talk now. You are going to do nothing but listen.” You will steel into your spine, wishing your power to grant you the strength for this. Rhys nods once sitting in his chair and wringing his hands together in his lap. “You made me your equal, and yet you betray me. You force the hands of our truest friends to betray me.” You have felt a tidal wave of emotions since you found out what your mate kept from you.

Anger, betrayal, disgust, but all you feel now is sadness.

Sadness at the reaper that seems to have been following you through your first week as a mother, anger at your sister for snatching your family back from the cold iron of his grip.

“You have proven that the members of this court will obey your wishes without any regard for me as your equal. Not only that, the worst thing about this is you were going to let us die in ignorance, after promising that I would always have a choice with you. That is what truly breaks me, mate.” You watch your husband fall apart before you. The High Lord of Night crumbling and dissolving like salt in water. You want to go to him, you want to ease his sobs and tell him that everything is alright.

But everything is very much not all right.

“Why?” is the only thing you can manage to croak out, your tears finally cracking the damn that you’ve built to keep them at bay. Rhys stands, crossing the room and three wide steps, and wraps you in his arms. You try to fight it but you let yourself collapse into the warm embrace he offers. You wail, cursing the world and your mate, beating your hands against his chest half-heartedly. He cups your cheek a thumb running to wipe the silver from your eyes, but your hands remain limp at your sides.

“I have no excuse,” he swears sinking to his knees you follow him melting without the force of his weight to keep you upright. “I tried to do my best by Madja’s instructions. I did not want to rip the joy from you, but I had no right. I’m so sorry my love, so so sorry. I wanted to bring you the news with a solution.” You still choke around your sobs, the solid iron you’ve built around the bond cracking just a fraction, letting some of its golden light shine back through.

“You also had no right to send Nesta on that hike. Her intentions may have been egregious, but she is the only one who was honest with me.” Rhys’s lips press into a thin line, the topic of your sister always a touchy one, but he nods.

“I’ll do my best to be better for you.” Rhys gulps around the tightening in his throat. You don’t know how long you spend crying on the floor of his study, Rhys soothing your hair before something finally lightens in your heart and you let go.

Forgiveness.

You realize after one heartbeat, then two, that this feeling is forgiveness. You almost collapse under the weight of it. You meet Rhysand’s eyes and let the walls of the bond fall and you feel the palpable relief, see it in his eyes.

“You have to be better.” You mutter, and Rhys nods resting his forehead against yours.

“I’ll do better for you. For Nyx. For our family.” He swears and you feel the burn of another promise singeing into your skin, the stretching wings of a dove appearing on your sternum, you can see the twin appearing on Rhys’s own skin. Finally, you press your lips to his and he melts hauling you onto his lap. His kiss is bruising, the bond between you both singing happily in your chests. This healing road will be long, and the trust you’ve built with your family now broken and fragile. But the road is visible, the fog of pain gone from the path you must take. You will forgive, no matter how hard it will be. Rhys’s hands are shaking as he presses a kiss to your forehead. After all of the pain.

Forgiveness is a welcome feeling.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf fanfiction #acotar imagine #rhysand imagine #rhysand x reader #rhys acotar #rhys x reader #phoenix's bouquet #build me a bouquet

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lorkai · 1 month

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Brazilian poems that I'm convinced Rook would write for his lover.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I start working at a new company tomorrow and writing for Rook calms me lol. Spend like 30 to 40 minutes searching for some poems and I really think all these capture his uniques vibes while also being really sweet. The authors names are also there in case my br mutuals want to search for more. Enjoy!

☆"I want every day of the year, every day of your life, every half an hour, every 5 minutes, you tell me: I love you. - Carlos Drummond de Andrade."

☆ "Thou wert also a little leaf, that trembled in my chest. Life's wind placed thee there. At first, I saw thee not: nor knew that thou went with me until thy roots passed through my chest, joined with the threads of my blood, spoke through my mouth, blossomed with me. - Pablo Neruda."

☆ "Freedom in life is having a love to hold on to. - Zack Magiezi."

☆ "When I love you I obey the stars. A number presides over our meeting in darkness. We come and go like days and nights, seasons and tides, water and land. Love, breath of our secret ocean. - Lêdo Ivo."

☆"I look for you in good things, in none of them do I find you completely, in each one I inaugurate you. - Alice Ruiz."

☆ "Love is that surprise party that you don't really know when it's going to happen. - Fabrício Carpinejar."

☆ "I could ride my bike across the city just to see you dance. And that says a lot about my rib cage. - Matilde Campilho."

☆ "What can a creature but, among other creatures, love? Love and forget, love and fall apart, love, unlove, love? Always, and even with glassy eyes, love? - Carlos Drummond de Andrade."

☆ "Deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter, because then I would die. - Pablo Neruda."

#twst rook #twst rook hunt #rook hunt #twisted wonderland #rook x mc #rook x reader #rook x yuu #rook x y/n #rook x you #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt x mc #rook hunt x yuu #rook x vil #rookvil #vilrook

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atticsandwich · 9 months

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move fast, keep quiet

pairing: raphael / gn!mc [obey me!]

sfw - this is just pure fluff lol

hallway brushes that turns into casual conversations, that turns into walking to your next class together, that turns into whispered nothings, that turns into something more

[set in the OG timeline, pre-NB]

"Good morning."

His tone is casual, monotonous. You look up from your D.D.D to see the angel in front of you, arm raised halfway in a greeting.

"Raphael! Good morning," you respond in kind with a smile.

You haven't known Raphael for long, but you realize that sincerity is laced in every encounter you've had with him, despite what the tone in his voice might suggest. Although the brothers describe him as strict and meticulous, you find the silence that usually comes with his presence quite comforting, a complete contrast to the daily rambunctious antics in the House of Lamentation.

"You're early today. Don't you usually come with Mammon?" he asks, glancing around you in case he missed the demon in question.

"Oh, Diavolo asked me to come in early so I can look through some of the proposals regarding future exchange programs," you respond. "I actually came with Satan today, but he wanted to stop by the library first."

"I see..." he trails off, as if in thought. "Can I walk you there?"

You blink in surprise.

"To the student council room? Sure, but are you sure you're not busy?" you reply, not expecting the offer. He gives a curt nod.

"I'm waiting for Simeon and Luke, so I don't have anything to do until then."

"If that's the case... yeah, let's go! I could use the company," you smile. Though his face remains unchanged, you can sense he's content that you accepted.

The two of you chat about recent happenings, from Mammon's latest grimm escapades to Luke accidentally drinking Solomon's concoction that he left in the fridge ("--he should really stop doing that", you interject.) that made the poor angel croak for the entirity of the afternoon. Luke was apparently grumpy for the rest of the night, so Simeon baked some cookies to cheer him up, which worked. ("--the cookies were good," he commented.)

The walk to the student council room isn't too long, and before you realize it, you're both standing at its doors. "I might as well say hi to Lord Diavolo and Barbatos," was what he said as he held the door for you. You whisper a quiet thanks as you walk past, and hear the scuffle of his feet as he walks in right after.

"There you are, good morning!" Diavolo's voice resounds within the room, enthusiasm peaked as always. Barbatos bows beside him in acknowledgement, walking off to prepare your seat.

"Good morning, Dia, Barb," you return their greeting accompanied with a warm smile.

"Hm? Is that Raphael behind you?" The prince finally notices your companion, who gives a nod.

"Good morning, Lord Diavolo. I was merely taking them to you. I apologize for the intrusion."

"Nonsense!" The prince laughs in assurance. "You and the other angels are always welcome to stop by."

You glance at the angel, who only gives another nod in response.

"I'll be on my way then," he turns to you.

"Thanks for walking me here," you say, thanking him with a smile.

"See you around."

You might've imagined it, but you were almost certain your fingers brushed for a second as he walked back, and you swallow the warmth that overtakes you, pushing it aside so you can start your duties.

Walking with Raphael becomes somewhat of a norm.

The repeating trend goes like this - you've just finished your Devildom History class, and as you walk out, he's somehow also nearby, which ends with him walking you to your next class. Sometimes, one of the brothers notices, and he ignores every one of their whines when they point it out. There are days when Luke and Simeon join the two of you (and if it's lunchtime, the twins are there with you too).

You talk about many different things - you ask a lot of stuff about the Celestial Realm, and he'll often tell a story or two from back when the brothers were still angels. There's a fondness in his tone whenever he recounts those memories, but you know he's content just knowing that the brothers are all together and happy in the Devildom. He asks you about your life in the Human Realm and what you were like before the exchange program, and you tell him of your days before the greatest plot twist of your life.

Somehow, you also manage to convince him to start teaching you how to sew. ("--literally not a day goes by where I don't have at least one tear on my clothes," you tell him.) You told him of that one time Beel started chewing through your school jacket because you spilled some juice on it, and then another time you tripped over a tangled wire in Levi's room, causing the seam of your jeans to split. ("--it's a miracle you still have any clothing left to wear," he comments. You swear you saw him hold back a laugh, but you don't mention it.)

Eventually he starts walking you back to the House of Lamentation, too. You're usually stuck doing student council duties after classes, so when it first happens, you're surprised to see him still on campus.

He manages to find a different reason each time you ask.

"I was at the library."

"I was sitting in the garden and lost track of time."

"I forgot something in the classroom so I came to pick it up."

He doesn't bother defending himself when one day, you walk out of the student council room, waving at him - "Thanks for waiting for me." He simply nods in acknowledgment.

When he walks side by side with you, sometimes your fingers brush; some instances longer than others, and you can't help but wonder what his hands would feel like on yours. Simeon once mentioned that angels had higher body temperatures, so would that mean his hands would be warm? Gentle?

As these thoughts run through your mind, you don't notice turquoise eyes on you the entire time, almost mapping each crevace of your face. He looks at your empty hand right next to his, and he finds himself wondering how it would feel like as he held it.

One day, the dam finally breaks.

He's walking you back to the House of Lamentation as always, and you're talking about Thirteen egging on Mephisto earlier that day. You stifle a laugh as you recount the noble waving his cane around ("like an old man," you describe), as he chased the reaper.

Your fingers are brushing against his again, but unlike most days when it's an unspoken tension, you feel the other hand slowly creeping up to yours, before it wraps it in its warmth. You look at your now-intertwined hands, and then to his face, seemingly avoiding eye contact with you. There's a warmth in his cheeks, and you feel his hand squeeze yours lightly, as if asking for assurance.

"Your hands are warm," you whisper, squeezing in return. From the corner of your eye you see his lips twitch upwards in a small smile, but you don't point it out.

When you reach the house, it takes some time for him to release his grip, but as he does, he takes his other hand, holding yours with both of his, and he brings it close to his face and plants a kiss to your palms, his eyes on you the entire time.

Your face is flushed, both in embarassment and twitterpation, as you try to avert your gaze from his - to no avail. You fear he can hear how fast your heart is beating even from a distance, as he sets down your hand he's been holding.

"I'll see you tomorrow," a rare smile is plastered on his face, which only worsens your poor heart's pounding.

"Yeah," you finally manage to breath out. "Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow."

You watch him walk away, heading back to Purgatory Hall, and start formulating a plan to get back to him. Maybe a kiss when he's not looking? You'll polish that thought later.

And as you drift off to sleep that night, you dream about the warmth of his touch, and wonder how warm the rest of him is.

[a/n: i haven't actually written a fic in quite a while so i'm kinda rusty ;; feel free to send me suggestions, etc! i wanna get back to writing more... Thank you for reading!]

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me raphael #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me raphael x reader #obey me fanfic

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thot-of-khonshu · 10 months

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stains (joel miller x f! reader)

Masterlist | Ko-Fi | Commissions

A short little slutty drabble about you giving Joel a salacious blowjob during a patrol.

Content: blowjob, dirty talk, cum play

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: ~900

A/N: This is one I've had sitting in the archives to post foreverrrrrr. Enjoy! Once again reminding everyone I'm doing commissions. Slide into my DMs if you're interested!

You knew you had to hurry up or people would start looking for you. Tommy had his reservations about putting you and Joel on patrol together so you didn’t get “distracted” and after you swore to him and Maria up and down that it would stay strictly professional, they put you two together to scan the perimeter.

And if the two of you wanted to celebrate by shoving Joel’s cock in your mouth, who’s to say that wasn’t a reward of a job well done?

“That’s it, sweetheart.” Joel drawled, giving a light slap to your face with his dick. You felt a chill on your cheek from where the wet mix of your saliva and his precum was.

“Focus up on me, right here.” He begged. You looked up at him, eyes feigning innocence as you licked up his shaft.

You saw him close his eyes and lean back a little on the tree as you began to stroke him off, his head tipped back in pleasure. His hand that wasn't holding onto the tree above his head went down to stroke your hair.

You continued to tease him, swirling your tongue over the head before you opened your mouth to take him in. Your hands roamed up and down the base of his cock as your tongue worked his shaft, before taking him deeper in your mouth, your head bobbing up and down slowly.

"Fuck." Joel growled under his breath, his eyes watching as you bobbed on him, his fingers entangled in your hair. You felt your knees aching and throbbing from where they were positioned but you didn't mind. "So good. So fucking good for me."

You could hear the strain in his voice. You took him all the way to the base and stayed there for a few seconds before you pulled back, running your tongue down the length of him.

"Can I fuck that sweet little mouth?" Joel asked, and you nodded, opening your mouth for him. He lined himself up with you, thrusting forward so that the head of his thick cock was resting in the crease of your mouth before you pushed back, taking his entire length once more.

"Yes, yes." Joel groaned, the pressure from his cock hitting the back of your throat. "Just like that. All the way down."

You obeyed, relaxing your throat so that the head of his cock hit the back and you swallowed. His hips jerked forward, a guttural moan coming from him as his pace quickened.

You brought a hand up to massage his balls as he fucked your mouth. You looked up to see him, his eyes squeezed shut as his forehead was furrowed, his teeth gritted as he bit back a moan. "Such a dirty little whore. Sucking me off in the woods like this where anybody could find us. Could see you, just taking every inch of my cock like it's the last thing you'll ever do."

His voice was hoarse, almost breathless. You couldn't help but whimper and squeeze around his length as he pounded into your mouth. "I'm getting close, sweetheart."

His breathing was becoming more rapid and uneven, and his thrusts were growing sloppy and uncoordinated.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come in that pretty little mouth of yours." His cock throbbed inside your throat as he spasmed, letting out a strangled grunt as his cum spilled over your tongue and down your throat, filling your mouth, some of it dribbling onto your chin.

He pulled out of your mouth and you swallowed his cum before you went to wipe your chin with your forearm but he caught your hand, guiding it to your mouth and holding it there. "No, baby. Open that sweet little mouth and show me."

You obediently opened your mouth to show him, tongue outstretched and fingers pointed up, as you swirled your tongue around, gathering up the remainder of his cum in your mouth before swallowing.

"Fuck, that was hot." Joel chuckled breathlessly as he tucked himself back into his jeans. "So goddamn hot." He pulled you to your feet and brought his mouth down to yours, kissing you fiercely.

"We should probably head back before Tommy and Maria send out a search party." You smile, looking down at your stained clothing. "You know how they get."

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When you got back to town, Tommy and Maria asked you how you held up. The two of you exchanged looks and said “not too bad” at the same time.

“What’s on your shirt?” Maria peered over at you, seeing the damp spots on your shirt.

You glanced down at your stained shirt, hoping your face wasn't as red as it felt.

"Nothing." You said, laughing a little. "We must've just walked through some mud."

Before you could attempt to come up with another lie, Joel interrupted. "That's some strong-ass mud I'm telling you."

"Hm." Tommy nodded. "Weird that I don't smell it though." He sniffed you. "Not a trace."

Joel rolled his eyes. "I don't think the sweet scent of mud is going to linger on her like a musk."

Tommy grinned at Joel's flustered response, giving him a pat on the back. "Well, all I can say is we're lucky the both of you came back alive. You can spare me the details, though."

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luxxtuxx · 9 months

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When They are sick

This Is a Stupid one-off drabble to feed yall because pt 1 for the next multi-part hobie story is killing me

CW: Talk about throwing up, Some characters might be a little ooc

(please send requests of more people! I LOVE HOBIE JUST LIKE YALL BUT LIKE CHANGE IT UP FOR ME)

Miguel:

When He Is Sick:

He refuses and refuses until he ends up passing. You happily sit beside him, washing off his forehead with a cloth as he rests. At first, he thought he had died because the lights above him were all the way up and someone was aiding him. It took him a while but he finally groaned out "Lyla dim the lights, they are killing my eyes" She was quick to dim the lights. It took a week to heal him from his stubbornness. He had refused to take medication until day 5 of being sick

When You Are Sick:

Like him, you were stubborn and pushed through, every day you felt worse and wanted to stay home, but the missions were nonstop. You walked to Miguel's office-like space to ask for a break... You got 2 steps into his office before your body nearly hit the floor, he used his webs to catch you. once he had you in his arms, he whispered to you "Mi querida, What happened?" he felt your face and burning-up forehead. Under Miguel's care, you got better in about two days

Hobie:

When He is Sick:

He becomes a baby, whining and begging for help. He doesn't handle being sick very well. He tries to thank you for taking care of him but ends up throwing up in the trash. He laid in bed, with his top off and in pj shorts, whining about how hot the bed is. You try your best to keep him comfortable. But in his whines, he begs for cuddles and kisses. You obey and don't think much of it as you nurse him back to health

When You Are Sick:

Well, Shit, That little kiss knocked you out the next week. (UNLIKE YOUR PUNK BOYFRIEND YOU WEREN'T A LITTLE BIT-) You pushed and went on mission after mission. By the time you made it home, you had a pounding on your head unable to think in peace. You get your suit off and rush to the bathroom, heaving and puking into the toilet. Hobie heard a noise and came rushing to you, quickly pulling back your hair so you didn't puke on it. He took care of you, he helped you clean up, he feed you soup and put you in your pjs.

Pavitr:

When He is Sick:

He tried to push through it but he struggled, He made it to hq before puking, Everyone was worried and tried to help him out. He said he was fine and tried to go on a mission. He managed about one mission before the sick makes him find you and asks him if you have any sickness medication, you quickly make him some tea, then give him medication. He pretty much was fine, he just needed help getting access to such materials to help him get better

When You Are Sick:

This man does not panic when he sees you sick, He lays you down with ice packs and makes you some tea. He does anything and everything to make you better

Gwen:

When She is Sick:

She cant lie for shit, she knows it. she came to you clutching her stomach whining about being nauseous. You do your best, but keeping her sitting longer than two minutes was so hard. You ended up telling her that is she didn't sit still, you would take her watch and hide it away from her

When You Are Sick:

She does everything to make you comfortable, she lets you wear any of her clothes. she was making sure you were staying in bed. She was so stressed something would go wrong. You went to get up and get a drink, she said no and pushed you on to the bed then go the drink for you. She was trying her best to keep you resting

Miles:

When He is Sick:

This man stayed in his dorm and drew you in his sketchbook over and over again. He took decent care of himself, but when his mom called he became a little mama's boy just for some pasta fazool. He called you afterward and let you know he wasn't feeling well and that he was in his dorm relaxing. You showed up and cuddled up to him because you claim that cuddles make people feel better

When You Are Sick:

He brings you over and he takes care of it for you. He plays music to help you rest, he will tell you spider man stories till you fall asleep, and he will just let you lay in his bed and sleep. He is so gentle and sweet.

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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✨ The Rooster’s Crowing ✨

Summary: You tease Bradley in bed until he cries. Pure smut.

Words: 1.8k

Tags: masturbation, blue balls, unresolved sexual tension, unspecified age gap between Rooster and younger reader, mention of past breakup

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Psss, reblog if you liked it. To discover the story behind the breakup, stay tuned in for my future Rooster x Reader series. 💚

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The painful bite of the handcuffs’ metal around his wrists had caught him off guard. His brown eyes widened. He was looking at you with an adorable confused look on his face, for you had just tied his hands behind his back in one quick movement.

“On the bed. Now.”

He shook his head, still baffled by your unexpected audacity.

“Uh, you’re joking right?” Bradley asked with a nervous smirk etched on his seductive lips, but you did not smile back. Quite the contrary, your face was dressed with a freezing coldness. The kind of look he had never seen you wear before. Bradley’s anxious grin faded away, swept by the powerful aura that emanated from you. Even though he was taller than you, the proud aviator felt suddenly very tiny. That was probably why he obeyed your order and lay down on the bed, completely naked. A thin layer of sweat was the only thing covering his body.

“Good boy.”

Still standing in front of the bed, you first tilted your head to the side while observing the satisfying sight of Bradley Bradshaw, handcuffed and undressed on your mattress. The butterflies you had felt for him once were now dull ravens, fluttering their wings in your stomach. He still managed to make you feel something, but everything was tinted with sarcasm and resentment. You snorted, your eyes shining with a tint of sadism, then you grabbed your flight suit’s zipper and opened it slowly.

Bradley bit his lower lips, watching you. The anticipation of finally seeing your sumptuous breasts for the first time in years was strong. But far from allowing him this pleasurable sight, you stopped opening the zipper right at a spot that still covered your nipples. He could notice your curves, even guessed the lovely shape of your nipple pointing through the fabric of your suit, but he could not properly enjoy your body – and it made him grunt in frustration.

You raised an eyebrow, amused by his wordless protest, and lay down next to him. As you did, the aviator turned on his side to face you and dove his chocolate gaze into yours. Dry mouth and beating heart, Bradley moistened his lips with the tip of his rosy lips. His breath had already started to quicken even though you had not touched him yet.

“Can I at least kiss you?” He asked, his deep voice carried away by an almost shy tone you had never heard from him.

“No, you can’t.” Your refusal felt like someone had thrown him a nasty punch to the guts. Bradley groaned, feeling the frustration growing within.

“But I’ve been good. You told me I’ve been good. You can’t do that, fuck–”

The satisfaction of seeing the always proud and big-mouthed Bradley Bradshaw trying to bargain with you, like a kid ready to throw a tantrum, was indescribable. You inhaled slowly through your nose to capture the intoxicating scent of his skin. The aromas were soft and sweet: monoi with a touch of vanilla. An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine – You used to love his smell so much that, before falling asleep, you would bury your nose in the t-shirt he had forgotten in your bedroom the last day you saw him. And when the smell faded from the fabric, you cried almost as much as the day he left you.

You brought your fingertips to his chest and brushed your way down to his groin. Bradley closed his eyes and threw his head back, growling with burning desire. All his muscles tensed at the torture of your almost-touch. His cock twitched at the simple friction of the blanket’s fabric on his sensitive skin– he was so desperate that, at that point, he was close to giving up and just rubbing himself against your leg.

“I can do what I want Bradshaw.” You said and, suddenly, you grabbed him by his balls. The cry that escaped from his mouth was adorable. Mouth half-opened, Bradley’s face grew hot at the sensation of your skin against his. Despite the pain he had first felt, he pressed a bit more against the palm of your hand.

“Want me to relieve you?” You purred, gently pressing your forehead against his, on which a few moist blonde curls were sticking to his skin.

“Please yes, please, please…” He whispered, his baritone voice begging you. The heat pooling in his abdomen had turned into an uncontrollable fire. He felt it burning within almost too literally for his own good. His cock was so hard and the veins on it so swollen, that it had become uncomfortable. But these drawbacks were nothing compared to the pain in his balls – they felt heavy.

“You’re full.” You stated, gently massaging them in your hand. A loud moan escaped from Rooster’s parted lips. He thought the caresses would alleviate the tension but it only worsened it. A drop of precum dripped from the bald tip of his cock. He pressed it harder in your hand to make you understand what he wanted you to do.

“Alright.” You said, and he felt like he was breathing again. After gently brushing the hard skin of his erection with your fingertips - causing him to wriggle his hips and whine-, you finally wrapped your hand around the thick base of his manhood.

“Oh yes… Thank you so much. Thank you!” He exclaimed, re-opening his brown eyes to look at you with endless gratitude. His irises shone with tears for he was on the verge of crying. The way he looked at you made you wetter than you already were: he was looking at you as if you were a merciful goddess. Nevertheless, the relief was short-lived.

In fact, Bradley really thought you’d jerk him off to make him cum, thus relieving him in a powerful orgasm. But this had never been in your plans.

You started to stroke him slowly. Each time your hand would go down, you would massage his length with your thumb in circular motions. Bradley’s hips moved along your strokes – he had a wide smile carved on his lips, from which arousing and deep-toned moans kept coming out.

“So hungry.” You chuckled, your forehead still pressed against his. “So hard…”, You jerked him off a bit faster, which seemed to send Bradley to heaven. Finally, he thought! Finally, you allowed him to cum after days of insufferable sexual frustration. Then you stopped.

“No! No, no, no, Y/N!” Bradley almost roared, the smile on his face vanishing as if you had just slapped him across the face. Wanting to push his boundaries, you rubbed your thumb over the tip and smeared precum along his needy cock.

“FUCK!” Bradley’s upper lip twitched, his mustache following the movement. He breathed heavily, trying hard not to cry but his self-control was about to break down. After teasing him for a few seconds by barely touching him or by rubbing his tip, you grabbed his cock again. Your grip tightened around it, and you jerked him in an unrelenting tempo from the get-go. This time, Bradshaw could not help but whimper, while digging his nails into the palm of his hands.

You smirk, enjoying how he responded to your touch. Long trails of sweat had started running from his forehead, neck, and chest, for his body was boiling from within. His thighs shook because your second hand had started kneading his balls.

“F-Faster.” He begged between moans and whining, but you kept the same pace. Displeased, Bradley thrust his hips to drive his begging manhood faster into your fist. His heart was racing in his chest, about to explode, but he did not want to stop until he cum all over your flight suit. You feel his cock throbbing in your hand and thought it was the best moment to slow down the rhythm right before the long-awaited climax. Bradley cried louder and, completely destroyed, burst into tears.

“Oh Bradley, what’s wrong?” Your voice was like a candy-coated blade, it seemed sweet but was sharp enough to cut him into pieces. Now, he was the one crying, you thought. You slightly uplifted your body until Rooster’s head was at your chest level. As soon as he noticed it, he buried his face in your breasts and whimpered for more.

“Please let me cum, I’m so sorry for everything I did to you! I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I just want to cum…”

“I don’t know Roo. I like when you are a crying mess.” You pressed your thighs together, trying to ignore the wave of arousal in your dripping cunt, and quickened the pace of the handjob again. His breath hitched.

Bradley’s tears rolled down his cheeks and smeared themselves all over your breasts, for he was sobbing and muffling his cries against your skin. His toes curled at the sensation of the pleasure building in his whole body until his cock throbbed another time. The pulsations you felt against the palm of your hand brought a sadistic smile to your face: he was on the edge of reaching climax. Stars started to dance in Bradley’s visions, and his ears buzzed.

A rain of shooting stars. His head dizzy. The fire burns hotter and hotter…

And then everything stop right before he could empty himself all over you and your bed. At this point, Bradley had to keep himself from yelling with frustration. Yelling so loud all the damn Top Gun school would have heard him. You backed off, letting his head fall sloppy against the mattress, and got up from the bed, already zipping your flight suit back.

“I completely forgot about the appointment I have with Cyclone in five minutes,” You said with an exaggerated voice so that Bradley understood you perfectly knew it before, “ Sorry about that but you know what? I’m going to let you handcuffed and you’re going to wait for me like the good boy you are, alright?”

“No, don’t leave me… Don’t,” Bradley was still crying, unable to come back to his senses, “ You’re fucking torturing me!” He rolled up in a ball, shaking like a leaf. A satisfying shiver ran down your spine at such a sight: he looked so vulnerable you could barely believe it was the same man who had broken your heart in million of pieces a few years ago. The one who smashed your hopes and stepped on your soul. The one who had turned you to stone.

“Pretty sure Cyclone won’t talk for too long.” You went on, lacing up your combat boots as if you had not heard him pleading.

“I beg you not to leave me! Please Y/N… Please…”

“And I did too. But still, you left. So… You can keep crowing like a good rooster but I’m not going to change my mind.”

And that was it.

He had lost.

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sweetbydarkness · 11 months

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Vou meter a braba, ó:

Festa junina no devildom

MC de noivo,

Mammon de noiva,

Diavolo de padre,

Lucifer de pai da noiva,

Uma bruxa de amante do noivo,

Os irmãos de casais no fundo,

E muito caos

(tem gente dentro da fogueira tmb)

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #são joão #festa junina #aq é br

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mj-iza-writer · 7 months

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"Whumpee can you hear me, psst, Whumpee"

The whispering pulled Whumpee from unconsciousness, they quickly realized there was a problem. They were gagged, blindfolded, and strapped to a chair. They yelled against the gag as they fought the restraints.

"Whumpee calm down", a gentle but firm voice stopped them.

"Merehrer", Whumpee tried with the gag.

"Yes Caretaker, I am tied to a chair across from you, I have no idea what is going on", Caretaker struggled against their own ties.

Whumpee relaxed a little knowing Caretaker was their.

The door slammed open making them both jump.

"Oh good, you are both awake", Whumper walked to Whumpee, "Whumpee you are going to help me a little. You see, Caretaker did something they shouldn't have. Torturing them isn't fun though, they just don't give that satisfaction you do."

Whumper crouched and whispered into Whumpee's ear, "you scream so much better."

Whumpee shivered with Whumper's hot breath entered their ear.

Whumper walked over to Caretaker.

"Torturing you never gets anywhere. I don't get any crying, screaming, begging. You're pretty boring", Whumper circled Caretaker, "I'm going to break you though. Your beloved Whumpee will take your beating, you'll be forced to watch though, but with a twist."

"A twist?", Caretaker frowned.

Whumper strolled over and started to remove the gag from Whumpee's mouth.

"Yes, to insure you continually watch, you have to explain everything that is happening to Whumpee before it happens. They will be blindfolded so you will be their eyes", Whumper ran a finger down Whumpee's face, "fail to tell them something, they won't know where to brace themselves."

"Wha-what di..d they do to br-bring this punish...ment?", Whumpee shook in fear.

Whumper lovingly cupped Whumpee's face, "they didn't obey orders last night, don't worry you're not in trouble, you've been a good Whumpee. I hope you are a good helper today. I may even feed you."

"I will show Caretaker what I am going to do before I do it so they have time, but you only get a couple of seconds for the explanation and to prepare yourself", Whumper smiled at Caretaker.

"Please don't do this to them", Caretaker yelled, "this is between you and me, please torture me, I will try my best to give you what you want. Please don't hurt them, you just said they were being good", Caretaker pulled at the bindings forcefully.

"Are you ready?", Whumper smiled, and made a slapping motion at Whumpee.

Caretaker started to gets tears, their eyes burnt.

Whumper landed the slap across Whumpee's face.

Whumpee winced at the sudden pain.

Whumper made another motion to slap the other side.

The sound was sickening to Caretaker, was this really happening.

"Caretaker", Whumpee cried, "tell me", another slap landed. "Caretaker", Whumpee yelled finally and fought the bindings.

"They're going to slap you again on the other side", Caretaker finally spoke through sobs.

Whumpee prepared for the slap.

"There we go", Whumper mocked.

Caretaker sat up, Whumpee's yell straightened them out. They had a job to do, this was their fault as well for testing Whumper, Whumpee needed them.

"Get ready to be choked", Caretaker yelled.

Whumper laughed as their hands tightened around Whumpee's throat.

Whumpee squirmed after a few seconds of Whumper's thumb pushing into their throat. They coughed violently for breath once it was removed.

Caretaker wanted to look away when Whumper pulled out a knife, he knew it would be a disservice to Whumpee.

"They have a knife Whumpee, I can't see where their cutting. They've blocked my view", Caretaker tried to see around Whumper to no avail. All they could hear was Whumpee scream as the knife dug into their skin.

"Please no more, master", Whumpee cried, "I'll be a good slave, I'll do everything you ask", Whumpee shook.

"You already do that Whumpee remember, this isn't your punishment, it's Caretaker's", Whumper cooed.

Whumper glanced back at Caretaker, "see what you've done. Have a look."

Caretaker forced themself to look. Whumpee had cuts now covering their arms and legs. Their was a single twinkle of blood dripping down their throat. Whumpee shakedly winced again.

Caretaker felt sick to their stomach, "please no more. Torture me for a little, let them rest."

Whumper looked over their tools, "I'll tell you what Whumpee, you can pick what happens next."

Whumpee whimpered at that thought.

"You can choose from being beaten by a rod, having needles dug into you, or hmmm", Whumper's eyes danced along the table, "shock collar", Whumper turned to Whumpee, and shot a smirk at Caretaker, "this will be the last beating for now, I think Caretaker is learning their lesson well enough."

"May, may I ask how many of each", Whumpee took a deep shaky breath.

"Yes you may", Whumper smiled. "Fifteen rod whacks, fifteen needles, or five shocks with the collar, that one is a little more dangerous so I won't do that more than five."

"Um can I take the rod beating", Whumpee winced.

"Good choice", Whumper picked up the rod.

Whumper walked over to Caretaker, "no need to watch this, they know it's coming", the chair screeched as Whumper turned it.

"Okay Whumpee count for me", Whumper drew back and started the attack.

"Three", Whumpee groaned as the rod hit their chest.

"Two", they screeched as it hit their feet.

"One", they whispered through clenched teeth.

Whumper tossed the rod aside, and hugged Whumpee.

"You did so good", Whumper gently patted their back.

Whumpee's body shook between sobs and winces.

Whumper smiled when they saw Caretaker fighting to see Whumpee. Whumper went to turn Caretaker's chair

"You want to see, then take a look", Whumper rushed to pull Whumpee's blindfold off, "this is your fault, remember that."

Whumpee looked at them sadly, their eyes were swollen from crying. Their body shook pathetically. They were covered in blood and sweat. Their head fell as they slumped in the chair.

Whumper pulled Whumpee back up and played lovingly with Whumpee's hair, "I'm going to release Caretaker now, I've made sure their medicine was stocked to take care of my beloved Whumpee. That is if you want them to touch you."

Whumpee eyed Caretaker sadly.

Whumper strolled over to Caretaker, "if you so much as step toward me threateningly I will restart this process, do you understand. You can unstrap them after I've left and tend to their wounds."

Caretaker nodded angrily, they didn't want this to restart.

Caretaker waited two seconds after Whumper had left to make sure they were gone before rushing to Whumpee.

Caretaker quickly, but carefully unstrapped Whumpee, and lifted them out of the chair. The entire walk over to the medicine stash Caretaker apologized to Whumpee for what had happened.

"I-im not mad at you", Whumpee groaned as Caretaker laid them down, "I'm use to how Whumper is. I gave up a long time ago fighting them to try to save myself, I guess you haven't learned that yet."

"I'm sorry", Caretaker looked down.

"I think they broke my ribs when that rod hit, I'm sorry there is so much", Whumpee breathed raggedly, "I think I'm about to go uncons..."

"Whumpee..?", Caretaker gently tapped on their face, they sighed, "don't worry, I'll take care of you. It's the least I can do, I caused this."

Taglist: as always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 9 months

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Can you make a rules list :00 for requesting

*blinks once, twice, thrice...*

... I'm stoopid, I didn't think about that LMAO

Thank yaurr for asking this one because I don't think I'll do a rules list if you didn't ask ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

RULES FOR REQUESTING

No full NSFW (I don't know how to do smut other than implying, or is already on the act of it.

You can give names for your yandere!

You can also imply what kind of yandere they are (stalker-type yandere, clingy-type yandere, Yandere's that will hurt their darling, Yandere's that can not and will not hurt their darling....)

You can also imply what reader is supposed to be! (AFAB, AMAB, masculine presenting, feminine presenting, has a womb, has a prostate...)

You can also put reader's role already (make sure it makes sense to the story tho... Like if you request a delinquent yandere, then the reader can be a student or the SSG president)

Drabbles and asks of the other stories/already written Yandere's can be requested! But it will not be like a part 2 though. That will be up to me (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

About kinks, notes, and trigger warnings, you can ask for me to put explicit stuff like these, but it depends if I can write it or not. Fret not, I will still write the yandere request, but I will put in the notes if I wrote the kinks or TW.

Other than that, If you just want a specific role to be made a yandere with no other specifics, then feel free to do so! (Ex: "can you make a yandere!Artist?" And just that) I'll be the one to come up with the other stuff

Settings can be modern, historical, fantasy, apocalyptic...

Yandere's can be just platonic or a family setting.

NO UNDERAGED REQS! Unless strictly platonic, I will not take underaged reqs of OCs and Established characters from fandoms!

Fem yanderes? Hell yeah request em.

Yandere version of different characters from fandoms? Heck yeah. Here's the fandoms I'm willing to write yan versions: Obey Me, Genshin, Honkai Star Rail, COD, Reverse 1999, Stardew Valley

Yandere fandoms? YES PLEASE! I can write for 14 days with you, Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, Br<3ken colors, My Dear Hatchet Man. Error 143 is also on the list, although I don't know if I can count Micah as a yandere. I also do Degrees of Lewdity also!

Personal questions? Sure, go on.

I'll add more rules if I have thought about it.

I think that's all for now! (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

#male yandere x reader #yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere drabbles #lizzaneiaelizalde

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dragonsarecool · 2 months

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Febwhump Day 15 - Who Did This to You

A/N: Not all of Marty's injuries healed before he returned home - and now they've drawn Jennifer's attention. Can be read as a sequel to Day 7 Suffering in Silence.

Jennifer didn't need to be a psychologist to know that something was wrong; the signs were so obvious that they were red flags.

At first she'd suspected nothing. Waking up on her front porch to see her lover hovering over her - while dressed in a dusty and slightly pungent Western-style outfit that could've been straight out of a Clint Eastwood movie - was certainly not the weirdest thing she'd ever seen. Especially now that she'd seen what she'd physically look like in thirty years' time.

At least, she thought she'd seen herself. Everything was still a bit hazy, and Marty gave nothing away.

To put it simply, Marty had said nothing. No declarations of love, no sweet words of greetings; he'd smiled and kissed her passionately for a solid five minutes on the porch, yet no sounds escaped him.

Jennifer's suspicions were growing by the second. "Marty, is something wrong?"

All he responded with was another kiss on the cheek, clutching her even closer to him. While his grip wasn't painful, she realised it was much stronger than usual.

It was almost as if he was afraid to let go of her.

But why? We only saw each other yesterday…didn't we?

She reached up to caress his cheek, her concern growing when she realised how grubby his skin was. Small flecks of dirt were present amongst the small amount of stubble on his chin, neither of which she remembered seeing yesterday.

Her attention was drawn to a sooty grey scarf tied around the base of his neck, with a faint red line visible above the material. What on earth…?

Her fingers danced just below his jawline when he flinched.

The embrace broke as they flew apart.

He looked at her with wild, frightened eyes, panting heavily.

Jennifer was startled. "…Marty?"

He gave no reply, or any indication that he'd heard her, instead lifting his hand to rub at his throat. The top of his scarf slipped down just enough for her to get a peek what lay beneath, the fabric loosening further the harder he massaged his skin.

She suddenly noticed fresh blood underneath his fingernails. "Marty?" Her voice trembled. "You're really starting to scare me. What's going on?"

He seemed lost in another world, his eyes glazed over as he scratched. A small hiss passed through his lips, and it clicked. He's in pain!…But why?

Realising she wasn't going to receive any explanations, she decided to take matters into her own hands and snatched at the scarf, surprised at how easily it pulled away from her boyfriend.

The material landed in her lap, and his secret was revealed.

Her breath hitched. "Oh my God…"

She didn't know what she'd expected to see, but it definitely didn't involve a clearly infected wound around Marty's neck. The redness ran all the way around and was roughly an inch thick, with some sections weeping with yellow pus. His scratching seemed to have reopened one of those areas, for he used the top of his poncho to stop a fleck of pus from dripping into his lap.

No wonder he jumped…that looks so damn sore!

"Marty?" She asked hesitantly. "W-What happened?"

It wasn't until her made physical contact with his face that Marty seemed to snap out of his daze. His eyes came back into focus, a red blush spreading across both cheeks. His posture slumped slightly, with a heavy sigh leaving his chest as he gazed sadly at her.

This time, the message was clear. He can't tell me.

With a brief moment of uncertainty, Jennifer used both hands to encourage him to crane his neck upwards, which he reluctantly obeyed. She palpated along the infection site, careful not to let her fingers touch the sores. With almost every touch she noticed him grimacing or hissing with discomfort.

"Marty, you…you need to see a doctor," Jennifer said firmly. "T-This is…this is bad-"

He shook his head before gesturing vaguely at his outfit.

The cogs in her brain worked quickly to interpret his actions. "Did this happen with Doc?"

An affirmative nod.

"Did he try to treat this?"

He nodded, giving her one of those indignant expressions that told her 'Of course he tried, he's a scientist'.

Jennifer was nervous to ask her next question, but she knew that she needed to know. "D-Did someone try to hurt you, Marty?"

No response was provided. He eyes seemed to glaze over again before he seemed to notice something. His hand went up to his neck, hissing as his fingers came away with a fresh coat of blood. He went to grab his poncho again before Jennifer stopped him.

"Marty, don't use that grotty thing. It'll make it worse," She fumbled through her jean pockets, eventually producing a spare tissue. "I mean, this isn't completely clean, but it'll still be cleaner than that thing."

He made no attempts to stop her as she dabbed along the bleeding site. Apart from a slightly-louder hiss of pain, he remained completely silent.

Or, she suddenly realised, he physically couldn't say anything.

She wasn't used to a voiceless Marty. Normally she was the quieter one, listening patiently as he rattled on about what his family had done this time to annoy him, or what his latest song ideas were. Sometimes she was lucky enough to hear him sing, and his musical voice had quickly become one of her favourites once she'd first heard it.

Was that voice now gone forever?

A few tears slipped down her cheeks as her fingertips delicately traced along the inflamed skin. "Oh, Marty…" Her voice was barely above a whisper; if they hadn't already been centimetres apart from each other, Marty wouldn't have heard her. "Who did this to you?"

Marty said nothing.

"Is this permanent?" Jennifer breathed. Her brain was almost dizzy with the questions that this revelation raised. "H-How will you…your parents? Y-Your music career-"

He interrupted by using one hand to wipe the tears from her face. The other cupped her cheek delicately, stroking her skin with his thumb.

This time, she kissed him, pulling him into her embrace. She ignored the smell and the dirt and blood, instead focusing on the damaged man in her arms.

"We'll get through it," She whispered into his hair, massaging his back fondly. "We'll do it together, Marty."

He simply squeezed her harder and let out a strangled sob.

#bttf #back to the future #febwhump #febwhump24 #febwhump2024 #fanfiction #whump

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