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yxndereblogs · 2 years

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Hi, can I please request a full yandere alphabet for romantic Tony Stark? Thanks.

of course! and thank you so much for requesting!! :)

Yandere!Tony Stark Alphabet 🖤

Attachment: How do they become obsessed?

He noticed at one of his parties a while ago that your friend dragged you to. Tony also saw how you didn’t stand out as much as others and how you were complete polar opposite from him. That lead him to becoming obsessed with you and wanting to know more about you day by day.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling?

He will not hesitate to messy at all. He doesn’t care how messy he’ll get nor how you will react. If he gets angry enough/upset enough, he will be very, very messy.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them?

While Tony can be cruel to others, he can never be cruel to you (unless it’s in the heat of the moment for him or his anger gets out of hand). So, he would never mock you and he would try his best to make you comfortable when he eventually does kidnap you.

Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them?

There are some moments where he believes you are truly in love with him and that you’re happy. So, I would say pretty delusional, but not high up there.

Erratic: How unpredictable are they? How quick are mood changes?

Tony can be pretty unpredictable. While it may be scary at times, he tries not to scare you, but sometimes his mood changes are so quick he can't control it.

Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back?

Of course, he would be upset by your little outburst, but he would try to calm you down in some way and if he can't, he'll just restrain you so you can.

Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start?

It would take a good amount to make Tony feel guilty at first. After some time though, it wouldn't take that much.

Hell: What would be their darling's worse experience with them?

Tony doesn't want or like to hurt you in any sort of way. If it were to happen, it would be in a fit of anger from him. So, I suppose when he gets angry.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Living a luxurious life with you away from all the problems he has as well as any problems you may have.

Jealous: What makes them the most jealous?

Whenever your attention is away from him. That is probably number one for him.

Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan out?

Kidnapping wouldn't be a last resort, but at the same time, it wouldn't be the first thing he does. Even with that, he still will plan out everything when the time comes.

Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Tony likes to give you many gifts from your favorite stores (don't ask how he knows what they are) and then he will be simple, yet out there when it comes to the beginning stages of dating.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they acted before?

Not necessarily. He has always acted different around you than everyone else, not that you minded.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

It may not seem like it, but he would absolutely hate to punish you, even if it's just isolation. So, I guess he would just isolate you (not that it'll last long).

Outrage: What makes them furious?

Again, seeing you take your attention away from him. He loves the attention from you.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He may act like he is patient and he is to an extent, but it is very easy for his patience to disappear.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. That's it, just simply no.

Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down?

It really is just you can only calm him down. Now other people will try to, but it never truly works. Tony can also be pretty scary when he's angry, not that you see that side of him that much.

Self-Indulgent: How possessive are they? (If at all?)

He's very, very high on the possessive scale.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry and/or isolate themselves?

Tony really hates when you're upset/crying. It absolutely destroys him to see you in any state of distress and he will do everything in his power to make you calm and (at least somewhat) happy.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Well, he's rich and he has tons of power (at least in the state), so I suppose he's got that going for him.

Vicious: How vicious can they get?

Once again, he couldn't bring himself to be that way towards you. So, he can be, but you just wouldn't see it (at least for now).

Weakness: What weaknesses can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Affection. Affection is very much a weakness for him. Especially if it is from you and only you.

Xenodochia: How quickly would their darling cut them off after escape?

While it wouldn't take forever, it wouldn't be very easy. While Tony has been nothing but nice and affectionate towards you, he can at some times be scary, so it would be 50/50 for you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

It wouldn't take him long. He will wait a month, two months, three max if he's feeling generous.

Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they not allow their darling to do under any circumstances?

His jealously is like a thin line, so whenever he's jealous, he just snaps. Also, it's not that he won't allow you to do anything. The thing is he just has to be there at all times. No if, ands, or buts about it.

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meiwroo · 2 years

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Scenario: Remember the Stark Foundation Presentation Tony did at the beginning(?) of Civil War where he pauses at Pepper’s name? I had that scene in mind. I imagine Tony being fixated with trying to prove his worth to the reader. He needs their reassurance to live. He wouldn’t survive being abandoned by them. Tony’s mental health probably hadn’t been good up until that point, and the mental image of his father overlaid over the reader’s features was the last straw that sent him spiraling.

Tony Stark knows he has nothing to prove to you.

He has the adoration, the envy of millions.

He is what people wish they could be.

But for a split second, out of a crowd of thousand adoring eyes, your eyes—your disapproval is enough to make him freeze. He can see Howard Stark.

It ignites his obsession with trying please you.

#yandere marvel #yandere tony stark #yandere iron man #yandere tony stark x reader #yandere iron man x reader #yandere imagine #ik it's bad 😞

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midnightlee25 · 9 months

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Yandere Reactions: Iron Man (Tony Stark) with a darling that’s having financial issues but is too proud to ask for help

It’s obvious that he is going to do it anyway, however he will do it in little ways at first.

Just a little helpful gift here and here (secretly adding money to their account without them noticing.)

But if they continue to refuse his help willingly, he is going to start taking things into his own hands.

Since it’s obvious they can’t do it by themselves he will make them rely on him.

First goes their job/s then their home and finally he will mess with their bank account so they can’t take any money out.

And if all else fails he will just take them so they don’t have to worry about money ever again.

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yanderemcu · 3 months

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Yandere Tony Stark Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Holding,hand holding,hugging,kissing,cuddling,arm over shoulder

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Tells you everything wanting no secrets between you two

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Takes things away,uses his suit,silent treatment, spanking

D-Desire (How long until they take you)

1 year

E=Even (To what level are they dominant)

A bit dominant but not too much

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you)

Have a few kids. Never get married.

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

Anything and Everything. If you want anything just ask him for it you'll get it the next day.

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

His jealous moments, his punishments or when Tony has his nightmares

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

8/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous)

Very easily. Nobody goes near you.

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

Uses one of suits and tortures them to death

L=Language (What is their love language)

All of them

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way)

Show him affection

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

100000000/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)

Love,Darling,Sweetheart,Hunny, Beautiful, Princess,Babe,Baby

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

Locks everything out for years

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

He has cameras,suits and tech everywhere. No chance.

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)

6.5/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Rich,Obsessive, Possessive, Stalker,Manipulative,Cling,Controlling, Isolating,Overprotective

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

Sugar daddy vibes

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back)

Very annoyed fast. He gives you everything and this is how you repay him?

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

Force feeding,holding,ties you up,uses his suit on you

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you)

He doesn't like to hide anything from you

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

9/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)

You hold him in your arms as you sleep

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bluetooththereptile · 2 years

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Hello!!!.

I wanted to know how a Yandere Bruce Wayne or Yandere Tony Stark would react to a SO who adores children?

She has great patience and understanding when caring for them, and simply says openly "Yeah well, hahaha, I'd have 6 kids if I could".

We know that Bruce, at this rate, would adopt half the planet if he could. And Tony… well Tony has a soft spot for kids too.

Ohohoho I sure can! You are clever enough to put your finger on a topic that nearly all yanderes adore to have with their darling, children!

I can't help myself so I will do both of them, sorry not sorry! Hehe our father material men both are excellent for being a father. But still there would be different scenarios for different choices if you know what I mean so here we go!

Bruce Wayne:

You are the perfect one for Bruce, no kidding, you really would fit well into his family. His children are all problematic and try to live on through their problems on their own, even Bruce himself is like this, with you being around he'd be the luckiest superhero on the planet. But it seems life is smiling on him brightly when he finds out about your love for children as if things couldn't get better!

In general, you two will have so many different charities for orphans, and you'd be allowed to legally adopt and support children remotely and be able to help them study and find jobs. If you are willing to have children of your own not only Bruce but the old Alfred would be thrilled. New babies for the family are a miracle to our good Alfred and you'd be cherished like a Saint by him. The boys would love to see more little feet waddle around the manor, even Jason is supportive of this idea. But the one that's even pushing you into having babies is Damian, your boy, who was insisting on you two having children from the start so he could have more blood siblings.

But if you're not into having children of your own, or you're not capable of doing so, it's still a win-win situation for the family. The world is filled with orphan children's super powers or great potential for being great and Bruce would be happy to welcome more children into the family, even if it doesn't please Damian at all. You'll be the mother of countless children, caring for each of them with so much love that in the future they'd remember you as the one who saved the family from the chaos it was falling into.

Tony Stark:

Tony, oh our Tony is not believing his ears when he finds out about your love for children. But when the holiday reminds him of what you had said, the guy is baffled. He must have found out sooner, the signs were there! The way you got along with Peter and other kids around must have been noted by him, how oblivious he could be? But don't worry, he won't let you down, as a man that has a soft spot for children, but can not connect with them well because of his busy schedule, you were his savior.

Charities aside, he'd love to have children with you, having a family always has been on his to-do list but he couldn't put it in his schedule, well, until you came along. The Stark family will grow and flourish because of you, and since you mild down Tony's anxieties and give him something more than his creations to spend time with, Tony would be a better man, not to mention how much he needs someone to stop him from being too reckless.

Even if having children of your own is not an option, Tony would be happy to adopt children. He has so much money that he could buy a country, he can support as many as children he wants, but there's only one condition, Peter has to be the first one on the adoption list, even if he's going to be an adult, Tony wants Peter to be under your wing and be supported emotionally by you. You're his savior angel, and many will remember you as a loving friend and motherly figure to the world.

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roxineedstosleep · 2 years

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Hello, can I please get a one shot or headcannons of yandere peter parker or yandere tony stark in love with a reader that finds out about their yandere behavior but isn’t scared just flattered and thinks it’s really cute (no rush and you don’t have to, just thought I would ask)

In Tony's case, because only the deities of paradise know how much I love this man, I feel the following would happen:

*Tony would first seek to impress you. He should be your first in everything, basically setting the bar SO high, that anyone else who wants to impress you, looks mediocre next to him. Fine or cheap restaurants? Buy you your menstrual pads and give you your pain pills? Help you take care of your neighbour's cat and fix your plumbing? Travel all over town or to a country with a strange name? Honey, he'll give you that and more.

*Then, when he's impressed you all over and knows he's got you in his hands, he'll start watching everything he can about you.

*He won't make claims or demands on you like others would. Tony hates being controlled, and he knows what confinement and over-control can do to people. He just wants to hear from you all the time.

*He loves to be included or be your first choice for everything. If you ever tell him "I saw that meme and thought of you", trust me, he's already over the moon.

*He checks, monitors, eliminates and manipulates everything around you so you can be happy and safe. He makes sure you are always happy, calm and loved.

*He eats up the idea of you noticing and running away.

*Did he threaten the police to put more patrols around your house? Yeah. Did he get your landlord to give you fair prices? Sure, after three broken bones. Did he shut down the company that hurt his employees, just because you cried about your friend's mistreatment? Oh dear, he bought the company and has cut the heads off (fired) the abusive managers.

*He did several bad things for you, and he doesn't want you to run away when you notice him. But… Little detail. Tiny.

*You knew all about it.

*And he expected the worst: that you'd leave, that you'd leave him, that you'd yell at him, that you'd hate him… but that wasn't the case.

*All you did was cry. You were SO moved by his acts of love. Who does that kind of thing for their partner of a few months? no one.

"I've never met anyone who had such a capacity to care for and love their own like that. Tony, you're wonderful. What did I do to deserve you?"

*Now, Tony is in Valhalla. To know that you appreciate everything he does for you, and yet to think that you didn't deserve so much. Wasn't it clearer?

Dear, he'd change the universe and the multiverse just for you. Don't doubt it.

#yandere iron man #yandere tony stark x reader #yandere tony stark #yandere mcu #yandere marvel #tw yandere

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yandereaffections · 2 years

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Yandere Tony Stark with an assassin darling.

Tony would figure it out rather quickly, maybe not as fast as he admits to though, he blames it on the way you easily distract him with the way you move and the lingering touches in an attempt to get closer to the millionaire.

He wouldn't be afraid to make you aware of what he knows about you either, the moment he fell for your mysterious self there was no way he wasn't going to scavenge for in depth information, tony enjoys the look of pure shock on your face when the fact he's on higher ground becomes clear to you

There's nothing better to him than a confident opponent, even better when you stand there shocked unsure of your next move. Tony likes seeing you all confused, happily watching your expression grow when he admits to having a attraction to his little assassin and wanting to keep them.

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2-dsimp · 2 years

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Crackfic doodle ask please, yandere gojo as iron man that flies f! darling to their "home" cuz he kidnapped them?

Here ya go✨

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armylily · 1 year

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13. Mountaintop Battle

~(Y/N) POV~

Thor smirked and gently grabbed my hand, wanting to lead me somewhere. I let him as we passed a few rooms to see a new armor set. My eyes widen in awe as I thoroughly look at it. The metal shined beautifully from the light of the torches. I walk closer to barely skim the cold metal with my fingertips.

"Do you like it?", Thor asks behind me.

I turn around with a big closed-eyed smile. I hear him chuckle and shuffle around. I smile when I see Thor in front of me, holding my hands.

"I'm glad you like it. You can try it on after you get cleaned up."

My eyes widen slightly as I remember that I don't look presentable. I nod and Thor leads me out of the room holding the glory.

He stops in front of a door and opens it. It held a large tub of steaming water and four maids. They all smiled as we entered. Two maids pulled me and began to take off my hood, cape, and boots. I blush in surprise and look back at Thor.

"You'll find me in the armor room." He exits the room while closing the doors.

As the maids undress me, the other two both were blushing at me. I never noticed how toned my arms and legs were until I actually looked. I have a rather somewhat masculine shape. I sit down in the tub of warm water and groan at the relaxing feel. I'm not sure how long it's been but it felt forever since I relaxed.

The maid on my left grabbed a rag and began washing the dirt and grime off my face. I smile softly as the others started to scrub my legs and right arm.

"Oh, you don't have to do that, ladies. I can do-"

The maid by my right leg interrupts me, "No, Lady (Y/N). It is an honor for us to wash your body, to even touch you. We are doing this willingly."

She finished her sentence with a smile and I look at her with wide eyes and a blush rising to my cheeks. I nod while looking away and they continue.

~Time skip cuz it'll be awkwardly homosexual if I continue~

After I dried myself off, I began to put my undergarments on. My bra was slightly tight but that's a good thing. I would rather not have my breasts flipping around and hitting my face. I then throw on my tight, black, long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and socks.

After my hair is dried, I finally look in the mirror. My dull, (E/C) eyes are full of life, my skin is now a beautiful shade of (S/C), and my lips are soft and moisturized. I look so much better than when I was dying. I smile and get up to try on my new suit of armor.

It took me a few minutes to remember the way back but I found it none of the less. Thor looks at me and smiles.

"You look great." I show him a soft smile back.

"Are you saying I didn't look great before?" I ask in a fake sad tone, just wanting to tease the god of thunder a little. His eyes widen and he shakes his head 'no' quickly.

"No, no, no, you look great in general- no, beautiful I mean, I-"

"I'm just japing with you, Thor. But thank you for the compliment." I smile back at him while he blushes slightly.

"Oh, right." Thor nervously laughs and scratches his neck. He walks towards the door and says, "Come out when you're done and we'll be on our way to your first mission." He smiles and closes the door. I turn to the set of armor and smiled.

Time to suit up.

~Another time skip~

I look into the large mirror on the wall and see another person. Another woman. Another angel. Another warrior. But as I look longer, I saw me. A new me. I smiled brightly at my new identity.

It was a huge struggle getting my wings through but Thor thought about them beforehand so I'll give him credit. I walk out of the room to see Thor looking at me in awe. I smile bashfully and twirl around like a young girl that got her very first dress.

I hear Thor's deep laugh and he comments, "You look like a familiar warrior angel I know. Have you seen her anywhere, my lady?" I look at him and shake my head.

"Thank you. For everything, Thor. I don't know what I would do without you."

I walk up to Thor and hug him. I could tell he was surprised by my action but he hugged me back. He starts to rub my back, slightly trying to avoid my wings. I decide to move my wings to huddle over Thor, shadowing the both of us.

"They're beautiful. I'm surprised at how well groomed they are," Thor compliments me and I reply with thanks.

I pull my wings back and ask, "Would you happen to have a sword and dagger for me? My hand-to-hand skills can only go so far." Thor then gasps and hits his forehead with his palm.

"Pardon my forgetfulness, my lady. This way."

Thor then walks to a room about 2 hallways away from the armor room and hands me a sword. It's a single handheld with not too much weight to it so that's a positive note. He walks to a rectangular burgundy box on the side and brings me a beautiful dagger.

I pick up the dagger, amazed by the beauty of how it was designed. Thor says, "That dagger belonged to my mother but she claimed that she didn't want it anymore, of course, it was too beautiful to just throw away so I kept it. Now, I'm glad I can bestow it to my hero."

I look up from the dagger and smile. I set the sword in my belt and stuff my new dagger into my left boot.

"I'm ready," I say with confidence and adrenaline.

Thor smiles and walks out of the room with me following behind. He pauses and stretches his left hand out. I raise my eyebrow in confusion but realize what he's doing. I quickly fly up, barely getting hit by Mjolnir. He then looks up at me and nervously laughs.

"Guess I should've warned you. I apologize," He says to me and I shake my head with a smile.

I start flying towards the large golden doors with Thor on my right-hand side. As the doors open, we zoom through the rainbow bridge. I laugh, feeling the harsh wind against my face. It felt so refreshing.

We began to slow down as we got closer to the circular building. I just remember a certain something or someone.

"Thor, what about Isolde?" I set my hand on his left shoulder and he stops walking.

"She's already in my stables, do not worry. She will be taken very good care of." I nod nervously and let go.

Thor looks away and looks at Heimdall with a nod. Heimdall also gives me a nod as we walk to the portal entrance. Thor walks in first and I follow after.

It took a few seconds for us to arrive but it was very dark. It must have been night here but as I begin to look around, I notice very tall trees all around me and I smile. They all look like the trees at the Valkyrie camp, large and green, even in the darkness. I walk up to one and touch the harsh brown bark, enjoying the feel of the covering.

Thor speaks up from the silence, "Loki is close by. We must go."

He began moving his hammer in circles and he flies away. I spread my wings and follow after him, my sword in my dominant hand. I hear thunder and see lightning strike to my left side. I am now by Thor's side as he nods towards something flying with bright white lights in the clouds.

Thor flies to the top of the aircraft and I see a hatch opening. I walk fast to the gold and red figure and knock him back with my fist as Thor grabs Loki out of it and flies off with me. I look at the man with a red, white, and blue costume and the man looks at me with shock. I set my sword back into the holster, dive out of the aircraft and, fly away to Thor. He settles on a small mountain and throws Loki down. I fly to his side, my body in a fighting stance for anything suspicious of the god of mischief.

Loki groans from the impact and laughs. I look at him with a scowl while Thor asks, "Where's the Tesseract?"

"I missed you too," Loki replies with sarcasm definitely in his voice.

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?!," Thor bellows out with frustration.

Loki then says, "You should thank me. With the Bifrost gone, did the Allfather have to muster to conjure you and your pet here to your "precious" earth?"

Thor reacts before me and stomps his way to his brother. He pulls him up with his large hand on his throat. I push down the blush when Loki looks at me with a smile and shoots me a wink. I see Thor's hand tighten its grip.

"I thought you dead." I look at Thor with confusion. Loki was known to be dead??

Loki looks at his brother with a smug look. "Did you mourn?"

I frown at his words. If anyone random had passed, of course, there will be people that miss them.

Thor replies with a shakey voice, "We all did. Our father-"

"Your father," Loki interrupts. He then pushes Thor's hand off of him and makes his way to me.

"He did tell you my true parentage, did he not?"

As Loki says that sentence, he circles me while looking up and down. I wrap my wings around my body, attempting to avoid his gaze but failing as he continues to look in fascination.

Thor looks at Loki with sadness on his face, "We were raised together. We played together. We fought together. Do you remember none of that?!"

I could tell that Thor truly does care about his brother, not caring that he was adopted. I wish I would have one sibling, regardless of gender identity.

Loki turns to look at Thor with a blank expression but I could tell he's very upset, "I remember a shadow. Living in the shade of your greatness. I remember you tossing me into an abyss. I, who was, and should be, king!!"

Thor argues back and walks up to his trouble-making sibling, "So you take the world I love as a recompense for your imagined slights? No. The Earth is under my protection, Loki."

He then chuckles darkly, "And you're doing a marvelous job with that. The humans slaughter each other in droves while you idly fret. I mean to rule them, as why should I not?"

Thor shakes his head in disappointment, "You think yourself above them?"

Loki says in an obvious tone, "Well, yes."

Thor replies, "Then you miss the truth of ruling, brother. A throne would suit you ill."

As he said that, Loki grabs Thor roughly and pushes him out of his way, walking towards the cliff. I walk and stand by Thor, my blade still intact as the tension between them grows.

Loki yells, "I've seen worlds you've never known about! I have grown, Odinson, in my exile. I have seen the true power of the Tesseract, and when I wield it-"

Thor struts towards Loki and demands, "Who showed you this power?! Who controls the would-be king?"

"I AM A KING!"

Thor then grabs Loki by his shoulders and continues, "Not here! You give up the Tesseract! You give up this poisonous dream!"

I interject in a soft voice but it's loud enough for the men to hear, "You can come home."

They both look at me as I walk towards them but mostly Loki with soft eyes.

He scoffs and says, "I don't have it." Thor then lets go of Loki with a push.

Loki states, "You need the Cube to bring me home. But I have sent it off, I know not where."

I then hear something unusual. I turn around to see a blue light coming towards us fast. My eyes widen and I push Thor out of the way only to be met by a force pushing me away from the mountain and to the ground. As I try to balance standing, the red and gold figure stands 6 feet in front of me.

I growl, "Do not touch me."

The mask goes up to show the face of the man wearing the suit, "Then don't take my stuff, doll." I deepen my scowl at the name.

I reply, "You have no idea what you're dealing with."

The man mocks me by turning left and right and says, "Shakespeare in the park?"

I look at him in frustration and confusion. He continues, "Doth Mother know you wear-eth her drapes?"

My anger grows, "This is beyond you, tin man. Loki will face Asgardian justice." I pull out my blade for any surprise attacks from the man.

He replies with, "He gives up the Cube, he's all yours, doll. Until then," His mask goes down to cover his face and his mechanical voice says, "stay out of the way....tourist."

I frown more and fly towards him, punching him and making him fly back through a few trees. I feel a presence beside me and look to see Thor with a scowl.

I look up to where Loki was and he's just sitting there, watching. Creepy but at least he's not gone. I look back at the mortal, again in my fighting stance. Thor then starts to swing his hammer in circles and the man slowly rises and shoots a blast at me, knocking me back into a tree. I hear blasters then punches being thrown. I groan and look up to see the men fighting.

I push myself out of the tree while Thor gets kicked back through another tree on my right. I shake my wings off and fly towards the metal man. I then kick his legs out from under him and push him down with my hand. He groans in pain and shoots me with another blast. I go into the air but begin to fly to stop myself from falling.

Thor then raises his hammer and gathers lightning from the dark sky. Mjolnir shows sparks on the sides as Thor aims it at the armored mortal. As the lightning shoots out at the man, he gets pushed back a few feet but is still standing. I watch from above, ready to strike when I hear a mechanical "How about that?".

The man then uses his hands and chest beams at Thor and I dive down. I kick him down into the ground and pull him up, throwing a few punches and then throwing him in Thor's direction. Thor doesn't succeed as the other man flies towards him and takes him through the trees. I look up at Loki and he shows me a smirk.

I feel heat rise to my cheeks as I look away. Why does he have to be so attractive? I hear more trees being torn down as I look up to see both of the men hurdling downwards and into the ground. They weren't too far so I ran towards them. As I ran, Thor threw a punch and gripped the metal man's forearms.

The man blasted him in the face and headbutted him. Thor was unphased and also did a headbutt, sending the man flying. I giggle at the scene but turned serious as I jumped up to punch the man in the back and onto the ground. He puts both of his hands on the ground and flies up, hitting my jaw and giving me a bad headache.

I move back and groan in pain, holding my jaw. I adjust it and look up to see Thor crouching. They both ran towards each other and began to have a fistfight. Thor had the upper hand because of his strength as he picks up the tin man and throws him back on the ground.

Mjolnir arrives in Thor's right hand as he readied himself to slam it on the other man but he flies out from under him and makes Thor trip. I ran towards Thor but see that the metal man was coming back so I block the punch and push him back. As the man, Thor, and I raise our fists, something hits the two men.

"Hey!", I hear a voice yell out.

I turn around to see the same blue, red, and white costumed man from the aircraft now holding a red, white, and blue shield.

"That's enough."

The man hops down from the broken tree with a huff. He looks at me with a soft look in his eyes than to my side, or Thor, with a frown.

He says with caution in his voice, "Now, I don't know what you two plan on doing here."

Thor replies, "We've come here to put an end to Loki's schemes."

The strange costumed man looks at me again then back to Thor, "Then prove it. Put the hammer down."

The mechanical voice pitches in, "Uh yeah, no. Bad call. He loves his hammer-"

Thor interrupts his sentence with a hit of his weapon, sending the tin man flying backward.

Thor then yells out, "You want me to put the hammer down?!"

He jumped up with Mjolnir raised, ready to strike the costumed man. I hastily fly in front of Thor with my sword in front of his hammer.

"THOR, NO!!"

A bright light erupted from the collision and it pushed all of us back, clearing out a yard of trees on the outside of the already damaged ones. I hit the ground hard and groan from the impact. Now my wings are starting to hurt, I must've hit a rock. I hiss in pain as I push myself up with my sword.

As I stood up and walked towards the men starting to stand up, I let out a deep breath and look at Thor, waiting for his next move. He looks at me and nods, signaling me to stand down.

I set my sword back into my belt and hear the strange costumed man say, "Are we done, here?"

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our-destiny · 1 year

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Hello! I just wanted to announce that I will be writing for Marvel now! I will also be accepting requests for Marvel. And I will also now be writing nsfw. Please check my pinned post for more info on that.

Characters I will write for:

Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker (Tom Hollands version only), the Winter Soldier, Thor, Loki

I feel most comfortable writing dark/yandere content or platonic content, familial or friendly.

I already have a dark! Bucky wip that I will be uploading soon.

Update: it's been posted :]

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obsessivevoidkitten · 5 months

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A Day In Blood-Swell Swamp

Yandere Frog Hybrid x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Noncon, non-human genitalia, oviposition, general yandere behavior, misunderstanding, reader stuck in mud) Word Count: 1.7k (The yandere in this is a cinnamon roll. A real sweetie. Needed another one like him. He misread the reader's intent and is not at all a bad guy. Really hope you guys like him)

You were an artist on a mission. You were traveling all over your country to sketch the flora, fauna, and landscapes of various habitats. You had already visited several different forests and a couple of prairies.

Now you found yourself in Blood-Swell Swamp. The waters of the swamp were a deep red color. Many people in nearby towns were superstitious about the place and its odd colored water, but you knew it was just a combination of iron filled water and algae.

You rowed the tiny boat you had purchased and found a dry outcrop of trees overlooking the water logged scenery.

When you looked at the impressive sanguine waters and wetland forest sprawling out in front of you, you knew you had made the right decision.

You got out and tied the boat to a tree, the waters were still, but better safe than sorry.

Once you decided on a good spot to look at you pulled out your sketchbook. The first thing you sketched was a frog on a lily pad beside a blooming water lily. The next thing was a cluster of unique purple flowers.

After that you began the larger task of drawing the landscape as a whole.

You had just about finished when you heard a splash and then an enthusiastic male voice behind you.

"HI!!!"

You turned around and almost fell over. If the sudden presence of an unknown man behind you hadn’t been enough to scare you, the fact that he wasn’t human would have.

He was crouched down on very athletic looking legs, wearing nothing but a loincloth. He had long webbed toes and fingers that matched, though he only had four fingers. His mouth was a bit too long and his eyes were large and purple. He was a bit shorter than you but he clearly had a strong and compact body.

But the most odd thing was the color of his skin. He was a deep cherry red with the color transitioning into blue on his arms and legs past his elbows and knees.

His medium length black hair dripped as he tilted his head and spoke again.

“Hello? Are you okay? What are you doing?”

You collected yourself, still frightened by his appearance despite his so far friendly demeanor.

“Uh…”

“Are you okay??”

You flinched backwards as he stepped towards you. He stopped approaching as he noticed you were uncomfortable.

“I just… never saw a… what you are before…”

“Oh! Well I am a frogkin. I have seen a human or two before, but only from a distance.”

You were about to respond but he cut you off, he seemed to be really excited to have someone to chat with.

“My name is Cobi, what’re you called?”

You mentally scolded yourself for your rude and frightened demeanor and forced yourself to calm down and introduce yourself. You were in his territory after all, and he had been nothing but polite to you. You gave him your name and explained to him that you were an artist there to sketch the beauty of the swamp. You showed him your sketches.

“Oh wow, we don’t have any artists here. I have never even heard of sketches. We have some wall paintings in some of our huts, but nothing like this!”

The frog man was clearly impressed.

“Oh, I couldn’t live without being able to draw all the beauty around me. Hey, could I draw you? Just a quick sketch!”

If the skin on his face wasn’t already red you would have been able to see that he was blushing. If you drew beautiful things then that must mean you thought he was beautiful. The notion made his heart flutter.

“S-sure!” Cobi said in his ever chipper voice.

You spent some time sketching him, despite your original plan to get just a quick one in, he happily let you get a couple extra. One with him in the water and one of him crouched on a dead log.

When you finished your sketching you fished some sandwiches out of your backpack and offered one to Cobi. He took it and sniffed inquisitively trying to figure out what it was.

“It’s food, it’s called a sandwich.” You took a few bites of yours and then he took a few cautious nibbles before his eyes lit up and he stuffed the whole thing in his mouth at once. You had to stifle a laugh.

"Thank you, that was super yummy!"

Cobi was blushing more. You drew him because you thought he was beautiful. Attractive. And now you gave him food. Surely that meant you were interested in him right? People of the swamp didn’t just give food away! You gave food to those you liked. Friends, family, and potential mates you were courting!

Even if it was subconscious you probably were trying to court him. And he really wanted to explore the possibility of being your partner too, you were so kind and interesting.

But he didn't want to jump the gun and assume before he had a bit more solid evidence. So instead of asking or acting on what he felt all the evidence pointing to he just hung around and chatted with you a bit more while you finished your meal.

You finished your food slowly, enjoying your time getting to know the inquisitive frogkin. You answered all of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of questions.

When you finished and said your goodbyes he seemed sad, but you were a traveler. You couldn't really make lasting friendships. And then, when you started to get up, you fell right over your own feet. Your arm stuck in some thick mud with your face low to the ground and your ass pointed up.

And that was all the confirmation Cobi needed. Ass up and presenting. The universal signal to breed!

If you had been able to see his face you would have seen that he was flustered beyond measure. You were also far too preoccupied to notice what Cobi was muttering.

"Oh... well I thought that maybe you just wanted to c-court and get to know one another better... I thought.. I j-just um... well it's just that... I-I have never even done it before... but... it seems like you really want to..."

Despite it being a bit fast he supposed he had become quite smitten with you. And, well, maybe humans coupled faster than frogkin. And he really didn't want to hurt you or offend you!

"O-okay, I'll do it!" He exclaimed loudly.

You were finally almost out of the muck and were about to ask him what he was going to do when he suddenly pulled your pants down and slid his huge tongue right into your entrance. You shuddered in shock and ended up with both hands stuck in the mud.

"Wh-what are you doing!?"

Cobi wasn't paying any attention to your words, not as lost in his efforts to loosen up your hole in preparation for the main event as he was. He gripped your legs with his webbed hands as his tongue probed you as deeply as possible, kneading and throbbing and gently stretching out your insides.

The pleasure was indescribable. You wanted Cobi to stop, but time you tried to articulate a protest the only sound you managed to produce was a loud moan or gasp.

And of course the only possible reaction Cobi could have to that was to think that he was doing a great job making his new mate nice. And he wanted to feel good with you.

He removed the slimy tongue from your entrance and removed his loincloth. Cobi then aligned his engorged cock and drew circles against it with before tip before slowly sinking into your tight heat. He had held reservations about making love to you so soon into courting, but now that he was inside you the last of them had melted away.

"Oh, oh, ooohh, you feel so amazing! I-i think you were meant for this pretty artist~"

Much in the same way that your resolve had melted away under the burning flood of pleasure Cobi was drowning you in. Judging by how it felt it was no human cock. It was much longer, a little thicker, and felt a bit slimy. With every thrust you lost a bit more of yourself until you were moving back against his movements, desperately trying to chase the orgasm you were building up to.

You had just come here to help along your art and now here you were in the mud mounted like a bitch in heat and enjoying it. It would have been humiliating if you had the capacity to dwell on such matters.

There were more important things to think about right now. Like the cock breeding you. The feel of unnaturally heavy nuts smacking into you. The soft and attentive lips kissing up your backside, straining to reach your neck.

You arched your back as you had the most mind shattering climax of your life.

"I can't hold back anymore. You sketched for me. L-let me just paint your insides for you~"

And then you learned why his nuts felt so heavy as they slammed against you. As he filled you he deposited much more than just normal cum. Over dozens of small round objects flooded into you and adhered themselves to your walls.

"Wh-what the?"

Cobi plucked you out of the mud with ease and pulled you into his lap as he sat down, with his prick still buried snugly inside of you. He held you close to his sweaty body and caressed your belly lovingly.

Now that you had a moment to process your predicament and the events that had just transpired you were completely dumbfounded. One moment you were trying to get out of the mire and the next you were being fucked.

"I'm so glad you wanted to be mates~"

Your mind was reeling trying to come up with a response to such an outrageous claim. When had you expressed anything resembling such a des-

"Mmmm~" Instead you could only reply with a pathetic pleased whimper as Cobi began rolling his hips, grinding into you and very slowly fucking you for a second time.

"Don't worry, I have plenty more eggs just for my sweet artist~"

You could only lean back against him and drool as he wrapped his arms around you possessively and temporarily fucked your mind away once more.

#yandere #yandere terato #yandere teratophilia #yandere monster #male yandere #yandere boyfriend #yandere x reader #gender neutral reader #x reader #male yandere x gn reader #My ocs #My OC Cobi

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ozzgin · 5 months

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I love your reader insert stuff!! The yandere yazuka series was vvvv entertaining, I wish I had a big scary gangster to scare away my stalker lol

If you are open to requests, how about Idol!Reader x Yandere!Bodyguard. I love the trope so much, and I'm interested and what you'd do with the idea. No worries if you're not interested tho!

Best wishes

-🌟

I just finished writing it and you've got me punching the air with your prompt. It wasn't really my thing but I'm now sold. Thank you for the trope idea. :’)

Yandere!Bodyguard x Idol!Reader (I)

Short scenario featuring your bodyguard that takes his duty a little too seriously. Not that you’d mind…

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

TW: violence

(Cover from the manga “A girl and her guard dog”)

"Fantastic show tonight!"

The older man guides you in and closes the door behind him. You smile warmly and seat yourself on the sofa. He quickly follows, although at a terribly uncomfortable proximity. His legs are pressed against yours and he extends an arm behind you, pretending to stretch. You shuffle awkwardly and lock your hands in your lap. You can already tell where this is going.

"With your talent, I'm confident we could triple the number of attendants. We just need a bigger venue." He nods at you and taps your thigh with his other free hand as encouragement. You notice the wedding band digging into his skin.

"Alas, let us not waste the evening with business talk. I'm sure a stunning lady like you has better things to do." He laughs at his own compliment and ponders for a minute. "In fact, why don't we have dinner together? I know a great restaurant in the area."

You open your mouth to speak, but are distracted by the sudden, mild pressure on your leg. Somehow, his greasy fingers have wandered further up in the time you listened to his shameless offer. You've been in this career for long enough to guess what such proposals entail. If you say no, best case scenario he presses further, calling you a stuck up bitch and reminding you who has the power in this partnership. Worst case scenario, he leaves the room and the calls and invitations to perform will gradually drop.

Yet your situation is special, benefitting from an additional possibility. A loophole, if you may.

Should you scream? Oh, he always gets so angry when you act scared. It's an immediate trigger. He really has a soft spot for your glistening, frightened eyes. You glance up one final time at the perverted smirk silently disregarding you. If you are to be honest with yourself, you'd very much enjoy seeing it wiped off forever. Why not? You're feeling particularly mean today.

So without hesitation, you release a high pitched yell of help. The door bursts open and the hinges creak. A tall, toned man walks in, and without a word he lunges at the manager, pulling him by the collar of his cheap dress jacket. You hold your cheeks dramatically, and bat your eyelashes at your bodyguard.

"H-he tried to molest me..." you mumble between sobs.

That's all he needs to proceed. Now the real fun begins. You can hear the muffled screams of protest. The bones crack and the flesh bends under his iron fists. Standing before your bodyguard, they all end up looking like ragdolls. Comically limp and weak, folding and breaking with no resistance. It amuses you greatly.

When did it all begin? You can't remember anymore. You were in your early years and this scary looking stranger entered your little backstage room. His explanation was brief and to the point: as your fame increases, so will the threats to your safety. He was appointed as your bodyguard. You couldn't care less, so you just shrugged.

You've always been on the playful side. Not necessarily rude, just some innocent tease and banter wherever it's well received. Seeing him so quiet and stoic, you couldn't help but try to push his buttons: changing in front of him and requiring his assistance, occasionally asking him to pick you up and carry you because you could no longer walk. Naturally you would've stopped at the first complaint, but that's the strange part: no reaction ever came. He went along with everything. You assumed it's part of the job. Celebrities aren't known for their good manners, so hiring someone that loses their temper easily would be a fast ticket to termination.

Then you had your first encounter with one of the unpleasant fans you've been warned about. You could only stare in terror at your bodyguard's feral, unhinged reaction. The unfortunate fan's face was so disfigured, you wondered if anyone could ever manage to fix it back into shape. The bodyguard was panting and you could see the sweat coating his face and chest. You were rather confident there were many other ways to deal with it and this wasn't on the recommended list. Thus you felt compelled to ask the million dollar question:

"You act like a jealous spouse. Do you have a crush on me or something?"

You kind of regretted your audacity towards a man that had just nearly killed someone. But his features softened instantly and he turned to you, wiping his forehead and straightening his collar.

"I suppose so. Is that an issue?"

As you stared ahead, processing his unbothered act, you sensed your cheeks feverishly burning. Uh oh. You hadn't anticipated such a nonchalant confession. You thought back to all the times you stood before him, bare and flirty. Was he merely holding back his urges the entire time? Or was he finally paying you back for all the teasing? Then again, his face didn't betray any hint of humor.

"I've never heard you joke before", you decided to test the waters.

"I'm not. Why would I joke about something like this?" He gazed at you incredulously.

As somber and honest as ever. Well, that would indeed explain why he'd let you get away with the cheeky behavior. The more you considered it, the more entranced you became with the idea of indulging in such a relationship. As a famous idol, you couldn't be seen dating anyone. One rumor of you having a boyfriend and the agency would've had your ass suspended. But no one said anything about messing around with your bodyguard. He has to be with you all the time, so no one would suspect a thing. And you could definitely expand his list of responsibilities. You'd been terribly stressed lately, after all, and an outlet to release your frustrations would be most welcomed. Your bodyguard would never refuse pleasing his beloved.

You chuckled and pulled him towards your dressing room, giddy with excitement. Something about his imposing presence, like a wild animal that had just escaped from the leash, aroused you to no end. You've had your share of crazy fans, but this was the cherry on top.

"Should we leave?"

You're jolted out of your daydreams by his low, rough voice. Ah, you missed the grand finale. Too bad. The bodyguard approaches you, with the shirt wrinkled and the top buttons popped open under the shuffle of his vicious attack. You can feel the knot forming in your stomach.

"Not yet. You know how I get when you act like this..." You pout and look away. "You need to take care of me first."

He grins at your last statement.

"Of course. Is the sofa okay?"

You nod.

"Then let's get you undressed, miss."

Is this what they call a scary dog privilege?

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #female reader #yandere bodyguard #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #male yandere x reader #yandere original character

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dilfartist · 10 months

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A foolish endeavor

Pairing; Yandere Miguel O’hara x reader

Synopsis; You manage to snag Miguel’s gizmo and escape to another universe. How long will it take before he, or the spider society, find you?

Word count; 2.8k

Reader description; Female/GN

TW; kidnapping, probably terrible spanish (i did use sources Spanish-speaking users suggested), non-con touching, yandere themes, dark writing.

Notes; {if i mistranslated any of the spanish please do contact me in my DMs. I wanted this fic to be better but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Did not proofread.}

Midnight coated New York in a dark blue hue. Most nights the city lights illuminate the darkness, providing the ability to see. However, the motel you find yourself ambling to is the more isolated part of the city.

Rain poured down heavily, producing cacophonous echoes of raindrops slamming against the concrete. Clad in a drenched hoodie and damp black yoga pants, you scurry to the other side of the street just in time to avoid being hit by the passing truck.

Cigarette smoke and frigid rain overwhelm your senses, mainly due to the cigarette buds scattered on the motel parking lot.

The motel is okay looking. By no means does it look nice, but it isn’t a hard no.

“Guess this is where I’ll sleep tonight,” you mumble to yourself. You take a brief glance at your surroundings. Night overcame the sky, giving the atmosphere a dark hue but the lights gave you a clear standpoint.

Numerous lights hummed irritatingly, not even a minute passed and you found yourself obtaining a headache. You navigate the main office, which is on the left side of the horseshoe-shaped building, and a blue neon sign points in the direction of the office. You started sauntering over, putting pep in your step when the cold rain declined heavier than it did the last five minutes.

Six months ago, you wouldn’t be having this problem. At least that’s what you believed. You could’ve been at your apartment, catching up on a show you’ve failed to complete thanks to your busy work schedule.

Unfortunately for you, doing a task as simple as watching your television, in your home, was truly impossible. Why? Because the earth you roam isn’t yours, to begin with. Your apartment isn’t yours. The job you work isn’t yours. You aren’t certain you even exist in this universe.

You can’t find the strength to complain. Honestly, you’re delighted to be away from the man who stole you away from society.

Miguel O’Hara.

Otherwise known as Spiderman 2099. You know, the superhero.

It must be confusing to hear that a superhero kidnaped a poor civilian. Superheros don’t normally commit unforgivable acts. Regardless, Miguel didn't care. Miguel is aware he is different from other heroes given his beliefs. Abducting you was just one of the many wrongs Miguel fulfilled.

You just wished you knew his motives at the beginning. If you did, you wouldn't have to search for sanctuary. You wouldn't have to lie low in a different universe.

Before Miguel, you lived a decent life that included a decent job. It was a Tuesday afternoon with sunny weather and clear skies. Your friends invited you to a picnic at the park and, for once having a clear schedule you agreed. You recall the sun beaming down on you, overheating your body to the point shade was a necessity. You moved from the picnic blanket to a nearby bent tree. One moment you're enjoying the shade, the next you're falling. Then something transpired. You jerked in the air, something white clinging to the front of your shirt. You felt your body floating in the air, legs thrashing in fear when your body conceded it was in mid-air.

You must have fainted because you have no recollection of what transpired next. What you do remember was watching through bleary eyes as four strangers hovered over you clearly disputing. Currently, you know them by Jessica Drew, Peter B. Parker, the iron spider, And Miguel O’Hara.

The accountability for your well-being somehow landed in the hands of Miguel. In the beginning, Miguel had such a short patience for you, not that he didn't possess an attitude with anyone else, he just happened to have a really short fuse with you.

His explosive temper with you was undeserving. You hardly gave him any reason to blow up. Your presence alone just pissed him off, at least it appeared so.

You avoided him as much as possible; Departing a room when he entered. Ensuring any errands were accomplished before he arrived home, so you didn't have to leave your room to aggravate him.

Then he began to seek you out; popping up wherever you were in his apartment. Alone watching television on the couch? Not anymore. Miguel joined you on the other side silently watching as well. Sitting silently in the dining room eating lunch? Miguel enters with a bowl of cereal, starting a conversation about the day’s news. Enjoy video games and decide to play by yourself? Miguel grabs a controller and questions the rules and certain controls.

For someone who was as snappy at you as a feral dog, he sure did like to invade your solitude.

By the second month of staying at Miguel’s, he found solace in your presence. He became relaxed. Nice even. And then by the fourth month, you became friends. You never visualized being anything other than friends, but unbeknownst to you, Miguel did.

When you first caught the news of Peter figuring out what universe you belonged to, you were ecstatic. After all, the mystery of your universe's number had been the sole reason for crashing with Miguel and not immediately returning home.

You turned to Miguel, asking when was the appropriate time to drop you off. To your astonishment, Miguel’s brows furrowed, and his lips morphed into a grimace, “you will not be returning.” he affirmed.

Miguel shocked not only you, but everyone witnessing the scene. A gauche silence conquered the atmosphere.

You and Miguel stared at each other for a beat, then you voiced your perplexity. “What do you mean “I will not be returning?” Miguel, I need to go home.” you took a step closer to Miguel.

Miguel gazed at you with an uninterested stare. “What I say goes, (Name). And I say you're staying here.” he spun around, returning to whatever he had been working on before. “We all have a busy schedule and dropping you off will only alter it.”

“It’s not worth it,” he said like he was ending the conversation.

“Okay, then Peter can take me home when he needs to drop off Mayday.” you insisted, looking over at Peter to see if he’d be alright with your plan.

No expression was needed for you to catch on to the attitude Miguel began to gain. “(Name), I won’t tell you twice. The answer is no. Now, Peter take her back to my apartment. We’ll speak about the matter later, at the moment there are more important issues happening.”

You found it laughable. To think the minute you stepped into the man's sight he wanted you gone, but now Miguel was fighting you to stay with him. Ironic, isn’t it?

That night you and Miguel, the very moment he came inside his apartment, quarreled for an hour in a half. Your argument being you did not belong to him and could do whatever you pleased. Miguel’s argument was the insignificance of the matter to him.

You detected Miguel’s temper was starting to get out of hand. The way his fists began to clench, the way his brows creased, and the frown deepened after every sentence he uttered. You’ve seen his strength. His fierceness. And you’d rather leave than have any of his tantrums directed at you. Doing what any rational person would do, you attempted to leave the room. You advised him to de-stress before speaking to you again.

Miguel was having none of it. Not even a second passed before you were yanked back by the forearm.

You’re face-to-face with Miguel. Miguel towered over you, looking down at you with his signature red piercing stare. He bends down, momentarily staring at you until he finally speaks. “I can't allow you to leave.” The way he talks is low and if the room weren't already quiet, you wouldn’t have heard him. “I love you,” he confessed, voice cracking, closing his eyes as if it pained him to say it. He opened his eyes again. “And I won't allow myself to lose any other person I care for.”

Pulling twenty dollars out of the torn-up wallet you found on the side of the road, you slide it forward on the mahogany brown table. The fatigued receptionist glances at the money, then gazes at you with an irked expression.

“This isn’t enough.” She states matter-of-factly. She slides the twenty back to you.

You purse your lips, staring down at the cash. Twenty dollars is all you had. What were you to do now? The next nearest motel could be miles away; it was a miracle you made it to this.

Your eyes flicker back to her. You take two fingers pushing it back to her, giving her your best puppy eyes. “Please! I don't have anywhere else to go tonight. If I can’t stay here I’ll have to sleep on the streets.”

You were lying. You would’ve taken off by dawn, needing to be on the move after getting rested.

Her hardened expression softens. She takes a deep breath, eyes studying the money. Shaking her head, she takes the cash. “One night only, alright?”

You propose to her a smile, nodding with gratitude. She allotted you a key. A small golden-greenish key, with the number five engraved on the head. Tonight you’d sleep on the grounded floor of the motel.

The inside was decently prepared, having a dingy tone that gave off a haunted vibe. You hum in displeasure. Two queen-sized mattresses are positioned on the right side of the wall. They appeared stiff, and the blankets laying upon them looked thinner than a sheet of paper.

Sighing, you softly booted the door shut. Flopping down on the nearest bed, you groan at the sensation of the rough mattress.

When tomorrow comes you’d have to find a fresh location. Miguel could continually find your locale, thanks to not only Lyla but the whole Spider society. Perhaps you postponed his search this time. His watch or gizmo- whatever the hell it was- rests on your wrist.

Shifting your head to the side, pulling your hand out of your pocket, you glance at the gizmo.

Tightly clutched in Miguel’s hold, you stare quietly at the ceiling. You debate acting on your next actions. There were times Miguel slept lightly, aroused by creaks in the floorboard. Other times when the sound of glass shattering did not bother him even a little.

Glancing down at the arm wrapped securely around your midriff, you endeavor to gradually lift his arm up. He unconsciously retaliates, arms consolidating, resulting in a small gasp slipping from your lips. You’re quick to rub his arm, to offer him comfort, and to calm him.

It works. Miguel grumbles, his grasp faulting. You carefully move his arm aside, then unhurriedly get up from the bed.

Before leaving the room you observe Miguel. Miguel sleeps soundly, an angry expression inscribed on his face. But he is asleep, so you take your chance while you are able.

Tiptoeing into the kitchen, you immediately spot the gizmo on the marble counter. Compared to the technology you have at home, it was top-notched, a huge improvement. Of course, he lived in the year 2099. Obviously, there would be a difference in technology.

You grabbed the gizmo, examining the complexity. From monitoring the spider people using them, you know it’ll take you wherever universe you request. Great. However, you weren’t a spider person. If you teleported in the middle of the air, you couldn't grapple on the closest object with a web. Or claw your way down a building

Fuck it.

If dying meant escaping him, then so be it.

You didn’t really mean that. Every time you went to teleport to a different universe, you cringed retreating your hand.

“Jesus! Alright, I'm doing this!” you softly berated yourself. Bracing for the impact of the possible fall you might face, you shut your eyes tight and twisted the gizmo. “Please be on the ground, Please be on the ground, Please be on the ground!” you cried.

How long would it take them to find you? How far could you get?

God, being on the run was stressful.

Your eyes flutter closed, plush pillows luling your tired mind. ‘I should get some sleep’ you thought. Warmth spread throughout your numbing body, as you finally permitted yourself to sleep.

When you awake gasping for air, almost as if you’d been suffocating. Instantly you arise, a hand rushing to your chest confirming it still thumped with a beating heart. Your skin is sticky with cold sweat, making your clothes uncomfortably cling to your body. “What the fuck?” you barely uttered, mouth arid.

Suddenly you had a gut feeling to check the window. You stand, groggily walking toward the large window adjacent to the front door. Pinching the hem of the curtain, you haul it aside.

The night is still pristine, the stars glowing in the dark sky. Nothing seems out of place. And yet you continue to have that gut feeling. Look outside, there’s something outside. Your eyes move to the parking lot.

You see it.

Blue and red. Something blue and red is making its way toward the motel. Squinting, you can make out what it is. Miguel. It's Miguel!

“Oh, shit!” you expressed, dropping the curtain. Wasting no time you locked the bottom and top locks. You veered around, frantically searching for a place to hide. You are no fool. Locking the door was simply a distraction; Miguel would tear the door off its hinges in a second.

Hiding underneath the bed is a childish strategy. That and hiding underneath the covers. Still, you drop to your knees, squeezing underneath the bed, using the blankets to cover any spaces revealing you. Pressing the palm of your hand against both your mouth and nose, you listen closely to everything around you.

At first, all you hear is the air conditioning blowing cool air, and the people next door’s baby weeping. Then you hear it. The doorknob oscillation. Your eyes widen, fear causing your breath to hitch. When the door refuses to open, the person behind the door commences kicking in the door. One kick achieves them access to the room. The door slams against the wall, shaking the ground, sending a vibration under you.

“¿Qué carajo?” you know that voice anywhere. It’s Miguel speaking in his native language. A habit Miguel has when he’s angered or stressed. “¿Dónde está ella?” Miguel snaps, striding into the room with anger-powered steps.

You can see through the tiny slit in the blankets, Miguel turning to the table where you placed the gizmo. Miguel picks up the gizmo, putting it back on his wrist.

He shifts his concentration to finding you. He calls out your name, malice dripping from the way he shouts it. He disappears from sight, presumingly moving on to the bathroom. Many things are heard being tossed around. Miguel probably was looking for evidence of you staying here, apart from the gizmo.

You gather the courage to, oh, so carefully stretch your leg out, then proceed to quietly shuffle from under the bed. You waste no time, rushing out the door, feet bare without socks or shoes. The gravel burns the soles of your feet, scraping and imprinting on the skin.

You practically succeeded in leaving the lot until you caught a glimpse of what stalked behind you. On all fours, Miguel sprinted at you, claws scuffing the concrete, like a predator running after its prey.

“Holy shit! What the actual fuck!” you panic aloud, taking your eye off what was in front of you, your mind solely focusing on the man hunting you. Big mistake on your part. A concrete parking block is in your way, but you don’t see it. You jolt forward, tripping over the block, your other foot catching you before you hit the road.

Just when you thought you still had the chance of running away, you’re sorely mistaken. Miguel pounces on you, and the clash of your bodies colliding results in Miguel tumbling down the road, you secure in his arms.

The tumble ends; you’re struggling not to vomit, head resting on Miguel’s firm chest. The world spins. It’s easy to forget your position when the urge to throw up is fresh.

Miguel holds your head, pressing a myriad of kisses on every part of the skin visible, muttering with his eyes closed. “Gracias a Dios que estás bien.” He sounds so frantic, reciting those same words, his tongue stumbling over the utterances.

His eyelids raise, uncovering his red orbs. He presses his forehead against yours, staring deeply into your eyes. It’s a domestic stunt that makes your stomach churn. “Debería estar furioso contigo, pero no lo estoy.” he huffs, then continues, “I’m happy you’re alright. I don’t know what I'd do if I lost you, mi alma.”

Taking your hand, he places a soft kiss on the back. “Had an anomaly harmed you, I would have ripped their fucking throat out!”

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Translations

- “¿Qué carajo?”/ what the fuck?

- “¿Dónde está ella?”/ where is she?

- “Debería estar furioso contigo, pero no lo estoy.”/ I should be furious with you, but I'm not.

- “Gracias a Dios que estás bien.”/ thank god you’re okay.

- mi alma/ my soul

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