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kitsunefox1108 · 2 years

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Yandere Sonic the hedgehog, Jet the Hawk

X HEDGEHOG READER

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"fighting for your heart"

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SONIC RIDERS SPOILER!

Today was supposed to be a competition for Chaos Emeralds. You were nervous because you didn't want to lose. Sonic and his friends asked to help them, and it would not be very nice if you did not make it to the finish line first.

You cleaned your overboard, adding some extra details to it for speed and beauty. There was still 2-3 hours left. You can take a breath for now.

In order to test your board after the upgrade, you took it with you to the nearest road that you can ride on. It was breathtaking from the upcoming test and the speed that you will have to have.

You got on the road, then got on your board, and .... Started riding.

The speed was limitless, you were in incredible amazement from this, and you understood that you simply would not allow yourself to lose in the competition, corny because of speed. However, your amazement apparently dulled your instinct for self-preservation, and you crashed into a glass wall, after which, you began to fall.

You couldn't get back on the overboard and get back on the road, you were falling and you couldn't believe that now you could crash. This is not at all what you would like at the moment. You fell from a height of 15 floors, and you would have crashed anyway if you fell.

What could happen right now. But it didn't happen.

Someone caught you in flight, and put you on your board next to you, not forgetting to take your board with you.

It was Jet.

You looked at him in shock and didn't know what to say. Adrenaline was above everything else.

- "Fool! If you had been more careful, this would not have happened!" - He shouted to you, turning in your direction for a split second.

- "I... I..." - you couldn't say anything, just holding on tighter to the hawk, and then completely hugging.

If you could see Jet's face, you would see a slight confusion and embarrassment that he tried to hide as much as possible. However, the pride inside the hawk was quite strong, so his self-esteem rose higher when you hugged him.

After a while, you are back on the road. You got off his Borda, holding yours, and bowed.

- "Thank you, I... I don't know how to thank you, but if it weren't for you, I would have crashed..." - You scratched the back of your head, looking away.

- "Phah, I know that I'm beautiful .." - said the hawk, grinning. - "Be careful next time. You're in the competition for emeralds, right?"

- "Ah... Yes, but how did you know?"

- "I noticed that you seem to have improved your board, which means that you obviously need this for more than just to skate faster. However, don't think I'll give you a chance" - he winked.

- "..... We'll see." - You turned towards him with a sly smile. Jet flew on his board somewhere to the side, leaving you all alone.

However, Sonic was not so far away, he was standing behind you, looking with displeasure at the flying Jet.

- "Trash .. I can still charm Y / N, Jet .. "- he thought, standing on the board and flying somewhere to the side.

2 hours later, you were all at the competition. It should have started very soon. You mentally prepared yourself for the fact that you need to be more careful, more careful and also not let Jet take the emeralds. Also to others who also wanted to participate.

Sonic also came to the competition.

As soon as you saw him, you decided to go up to him and talk.

- "Ah... Um... Hello Sonic!" - You tried to say more confidently, but the stress before the start of the race did not allow you to do this.

- "Hello Y/N. Ready for the upcoming race?" - Asked the hedgehog, putting his hands on his hips.

- "Yes, it is quite. However, the stress is still present..." - You looked away, looking at your opponents.

"Don't worry, we'll be together and we can handle it. You're good at overboarding, and I'm pretty good too. Moreover, if you did an upgrade on your board, you should not lose! So everything will be fine." - Sonic patted your shoulder with a smile.

- "You're probably right... Wait, I didn't tell you that I'm going to upgrade the board... How did you know?"

- "I said "if". I'm not saying you did it." - The blue hedgehog got off, and only he understands that he was following you all the time.

- "Okay... But you guessed it... "- You smiled softly.

How Sonic loves your smile. And not just a smile.

He loves everything about you.

And supports you so that you never give up and look sad.

He doesn't want you to be sad. After all, he would like to see a happy friend, not a sad one.

10 minutes later, the race started. Everyone started to go, and you were no exception. It was difficult to manage at such a speed, but you held on well, overtaking more than half of your rivals.

But Jet was an exception.

Like he said, he wasn't going to give you a chance.

So he drove as fast as he could without letting you overtake him. However, you cheated and managed to overtake, leaving the hawk in a daze and anger. And he prefers to ignore his slight admiration for you.

You turned to him for a split second and giggled, grinning, then turned back and continued driving, trying to cope with control and not crash into anything again. You saw Sonic pass Jet the same way and he smiled at you as he rode at the same speed as you and close to your overboard.

The wrath of the hawk had to be seen. He waited piteously for Wave to detonate the bomb that was on the bottom of Sonic's overboard. What Wave did after 2 minutes, knowing that Jet could not compete with Sonic.

The blue hedgehog's bomb explodes and it falls to the sand, leaving you confused.

- "Sonic!" - You shouted, intending to turn to him, completely forgetting about the emeralds.

- "Don't stop, Y/N, continue the race without me and take the emeralds, as we agreed!" - He shouted back, looking at his mazols.

- "Sonic! I can't leave you here! I ..." - You do not have time to finish, as someone took you by the shoulder, forcing you to go further. It was Jet, but before you knew it, you started to ride at the same speed as the hawk. In stress, you turned your head in the direction where you were supposed to go, and urgently began to try to cope with the controls again, because you were about to fall.

In the end, Jett won, due to the fact that you could not cope with the controls, and did not have time to get to the finish line first.

Your disappointment was above all. You were stressed out and didn't know what to say to Sonic when you got back to him.

But before you had time to turn around and leave, you saw a hawk that approached you.

- "Like I said, I won't give you a chance. You lost .." - he said, seriously but later grinned. "And since I'm the winner, there's something else I want besides the emeralds."

You looked at him questioningly, when suddenly, he pressed you against him, and pressed his lips to yours, leaving you confused and stressed. You blushed, you couldn't resist or push him away from you.

What was even worse was that Sonic saw it all.

He was in a terrible rage, but only slight annoyance showed on his face.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic x reader #sonic #yandere sonic #yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere jet the hawk #jet the hawk x reader #jet the hawk

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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Dabi pours water/bleach (i think) on his head to wash out the black dye and reveal his identity.

Reader: Dad… dye washes out over time when you shower… and you’ve had jet black hair this entire time.

Dabi:…

Reader: Dad… have you not showered this entire time?

Dabi:…

Reader:… Dad answer me

100% but I think ever since daughter reader came into his life, he's been taking showers because... well, he wants to set good morals for you and also not be a total embarrassment to you.

I mean, imagine it's toddler reader's first day at school and Dabi is there to drop her off because of course he can't fucking miss your first day! That's just the beginning of a very spicy traumatic childhood, and he's not gonna let you have one!

So, Dabi is all nervous on the inside because of course everyone's fucking staring at him and he thinks it's because they either recognise him or are scared of him because he's ugly looking with all his burns and staples but in reality, everyone- moms, dads, teachers- they're all staring because wowoowowow who is this fine specimen of a man in a black fitted tee with sweatpants, bulging muscles (because this is evolution towards dad bod) and messy hair. There's just something about his rugged handsomeness, with a resting bitch face, a total bad boy vibe radiating off him.

And what's more attractive than a nonchalant bad boy??? A bad boy who's soft for his daughter🥺🥺🥺🥺

I mean, almost every adult feels something carnal inside them when they see Dabi bent down to pick you up, his muscles flexing, and a soft smile that's ONLY FOR YOU on his face as you giggle and kiss his nose and he returns the kiss on your cheeks, a tender look in his eyes as he wishes you well and hands you your pink school bag that looks extra small and cute in his rough hands🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Immediately, every parent there has made it their mission to be super nice and kind to you particularly because you clearly are your father's soft spot, so yes- they will manipulate you to be liked, no- at least ACKNOWLEDGED by Dabi.

They're all looking at Dabi with hearts in their eyes while Dabi just glares at them as a warning not to mess with you. On the inside, Dabi just wants to rush home so that he's not stared because he's very conscious and a little insecure of his appearance.

And then who is it that finally woos him over???

Pre school teacher Keigo Takami.

Okay maybe not "woo". More like "wears Dabi down enough and he only dates Keigo because you said that he was your favourite teacher".

Anyways, with a child in his life, Dabi decides its time to get a more stable job and leave the villainous life because he can't endanger you. I could see Dabi doing a lot of jobs- a professional chef, a mechanic, a race car driver, also a doctor (but not in this au, we already have platonic yandere Surgeon Dabi x reader x Lawyer Hawks), a farmer, lumberjack, firefighter(only cause of his quirk, not because he likes saving people) etc.

And now that he's got a stable income coming in, he's also gotta look sharp and nice for you. After all, he does want you to get into the best schools and be well mannered and groomed (minus a few times where he does actually want you to be a menace🥺 please do something evil😟). So, he's cleans up well, keeps himself well dressed and has you well dressed, and as far hair colour goes... professionals do his hair now! Complete with $$$ skincare and shit.

If Dabi was hot before, he's irresistible now.

#yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere dad dabi #yandere dad #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #platonic yandere #yandere platonic

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phantomrubyy · 2 years

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Current projects and requests

NOTE: requests are listed in the order I received them, not by which I will finish first. My list is not absolute and some requests may be finished sooner depending on how quickly I conceptualize and write a request as my motivation fluctuates. If you don’t see your request I either didn’t see it or deleted it so feel free to message me to confirm.

CURRENT NUMBER OF DRAFTS: 63

LAST UPDATED: August 13th

PERSONAL WORKS: works that I come up with and will eventually write. As requests take priority, these will take longer to post

◇ HEADCANONS

Romantic Yandere Rise!Leonardo

Romantic Yandere Leonardo (2012)

Romantic Yandere Hamato Yoshi "Lou Jitsu"

◇ DRABBLES

Romantic Rise!Leonardo - Good enough

Romantic Yandere Rivalry with April O’Neil and Donatello (2012) inspired by yandere-galore

◇ SCENARIOS

Romantic Yandere Rise!Donatello - Study buddies

◇ MISC.

Romantic Yandere Alphabet with the Knights of the Round Table and King Arthur

REQUESTS: self-explanatory, the requests I receive in my inbox while my requests are open.

◇ HEADCANONS

Romantic Yandere Metal Sonic

Romantic Tangle the Lemur

Romantic Whisper the wolf

Romantic Polyamory with Whisper the Wolf and Tangle the Lemur

Romantic Blaze the Cat

Romantic Surge the Tenrec

Romantic Yandere Team-up: Mephiles the Dark and Infinite the Jackal with a perfectionist reader

Romantic Sir Lancelot with a flirty, laid-back reader who's a spy for Sonic

Romantic Sonic the Hedgehog with a reader comforting him after being roboticized

Platonic Yandere Team up: Rise!Michelangelo and Leonardo

Romantic Yandere Infinite the Jackal

Romantic Yandere Rivalry with Shadow and Silver the hedgehog

Romantic Yandere self-aware Sonic with a bullied reader

Romantic Yandere Rise!Leonardo and Donatello with a shy reader getting bullied at school

Mutual Pining and dating Cassandra jones

Platonic Yandere Boom!Shadow the hedgehog

Romantic Yandere rivalry with Leonardo (2012) and Sonic the Hedgehog

Romantic Alopex (2012)

Romantic Zeena the Zeti

Romantic Yandere Donatello (2012)

Romantic Espio the Chameleon and Jet the Hawk with a reader who has ghost-like abilities

Romantic Parasita Rise!Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello and Michelangelo

Romantic Yandere Dr. Eggman with a captive reader

Romantic Yandere Leonardo with a kitsune reader (?)

Romantic Yandere rivalry with Boom!Shadow and Boom!Sonic the Hedgehog

Platonic Yandere Team-up with Leonardo (2012) and Sonic the Hedgehog

Romantic Gemerl with a mechanic reader

Romantic Yandere Team-up with Shadow and Sonic the hedgehog with a shy, bullied reader

Romantic Yandere team-up with Metal Sonic and Sonic the Hedgehog

Father-figure Baron Draxum

Romantic Pale King

Platonic Yandere rivalry with the Knight and Grimm

Undecided Zote the Mighty

Platonic Yandere Team-Up: Rise!April O'Neil and Sunita with a reader who is extremely clumsy

Platonic Yandere Rise!Donatello with an online childhood reader

Romantic Yandere Rise!Raphael with a short reader who is extremely strong

Platonic Yandere Rise!Michelangelo with an equally clingy reader

Platonic Sticks the Badger with a reader who is a spy

Romantic Cyborg Sonic

Romantic Yandere Sonic

◇ DRABBLES

Platonic Yandere Espio the Chameleon

Platonic Yandere Shadow the Hedgehog with a reader who has memory loss

Platonic Yandere 2012 turtles with a ninja reader reincarnated as a child

Platonic Metal Sonic with a mechanic reader

Romantic Rise!Donnie with an s/o who gets infected by the kraang

Platonic Knight with a reader who treated them like a little sibling but went missing and finds them infected by the radiance

◇ SCENARIOS

Romantic Yandere Mephiles the Dark

Yandere Knuckles the Echidna

Platonic Yandere Infinite the Jackal

Platonic Rise!Leonardo where the reader takes his sword while picking up food for a movie night

Romantic Zora Salazar with a low ranking Bliss Ocean member

◇ MISC.

Yandere Rise!Leonardo prompt - yandere-daze #30

FANFICS: also quite self-explanation. These will be the fanfics I will work on once I have an idea. These are entirely up to me. Mostly angst.

◇ CURRENT FICS

Together for a few nights - Romantic Donatello (2012) currently working on prologue

Everything, all at once - Romantic Leonardo (2018) wip

#writing wips #yandere #yandere sonic the hedgehog #headcanons #x reader #platonic #romantic #requests #request list #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #yandere tmnt #drabbles #scenarios #hollow knight x reader #epithet erased x reader

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sparrowwritesforbnha · 2 years

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When Crows Cry

Y! Villain! Tokoyami Fumikage x Reader

(Deku x Reader if you squint)

Summary

While the war between Hero Society and Paranormal Liberation Front is nearing its climax, you find yourself in the clutches of one of it´s members. Tokoyami Fumikage, a hero turned villain you admired as a child, seems to be weirdly infatuated with you. Will you be able to regain freedom, or will you maybe find a way to turn things around?

Warnings

Yandere, slight mention of violence, potential NSFW in the future

Prologue

Patrolling was harder than usual today. Too many small skirmishes, too much heat, not enough time to take a break He wished he could plaster an out-of-order-sign on his head and call it a day, but that sadly wasn´t how being a hero worked. It just wasn´t the way of a Jedi, or well, in this case a Pro Hero. The sun seemed stronger today, taunting him in his black (and terribly heat absorbing) hero costume. Should he have gone with a more heat friendly option today? Fumikage scoffed, as if there even was an option. It was no secret that he preferred a more gloomy and darker look, closely resembling the fantasy heroes out of the RPG-Games and fantasy movies he would never openly admit to watching. But on days like this, he wished he could pull off a slightly more revealing outfit, probably not the tits-out look his former classmate, now hardening hero, Kirishima preferred, but at least something a little more heat accommodating Today just was an off day for him, or them, to be exact.. He could feel Dark Shadow brooding somewhere deep inside of him, the strong sun weakening him significantly. The Jet-Black Hero sighed, wishing for a break to secretly regulate his body heat. Having bird features has its disadvantages, one of them being his inability to sweat. To be fair he was the only male in the UA A-Class that did not smell like a whole football team after a long game during puberty, but he did have to walk around with an open beak to accommodate the summer heat, he wasn´t sure which option was worse. His option was noted down in Midoriya’s little book, so it probably was the worse one. The time in UA seemed far away, years passed, most of them became pro-heroes, some even opening their own Hero agencies. Well, except for Mineta, he opened a model agency instead. Who would´ve known that the small pervert possessed a good eye for fashion and aesthetics? How long has it been since they graduated? Maybe 8 or 9 Years? Didn´t really matter anymore, he was a pro-Hero, he did it. That was all he wanted right? To be a part of this? A Noble Hero, like Dark Crystal or his mentor Hawks. They were noble, right? His phone rang. Little did he know that this phone call would change him, maybe indefinitely.

#fumikage tokoyami #tokoyami x reader #yandere bnha #mha tokoyami #tokoyami x you #tokoyami fukimage #bnha smut #bnha #bnha x reader #yandere tokoyami #yandere x reader #yandere x darling

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keilemdarkmode · 4 years

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preened

🚫contains themes of abuse, noncon/dubcon, yandere 🚫

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x (fem)reader

word count: 4.2k

settling in keigo’s arms was far easier than facing his weapons and wrath.

warnings: noncon/dubcon/rape, blood violence, manipulation, yandere, drowning, mention of branding, abuse, somehow STILL soft, bathing/bath tub shit

a/n: wow fellas, first yan hawks piece!! PLEASE!! heed the warnings!! this is not soft and tender, it is fucked up, sad, dark, and tender! if its not your thing, please keep scrolling ❤️

that being said, this piece was beta’ed by the lovely @hawnks. it was interesting and new to explore these themes and ideas and im happy to share them now :’^) enjoy!

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Keigo could be cruel.

You knew that too well.

But, lately, he’d been kinder. Softer, without so many barbs and blades just behind his words and actions.

You knew, very consciously, that this was due to your good behavior after the ‘feather’ incident, but that knowledge didn’t dull the sweetness too much.

(Only a little.)

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“Dove, are you falling asleep?” Keigo’s voice was far too mirthful as he carded a hand through your hair.

You grumbled, something lighthearted and muffled into his chest.

You had been nodding off, Keigo’s arm slack over your shoulder as he idly watched a film that you were sure he wasn’t paying attention to.

An afternoon off together was rare, and you didn’t want to spoil it.

Asking Keigo to put on a movie and ‘snuggle’ got him red-faced and poofy-feathered, he all but dragged you to the couch to pamper you for the day.

It would’ve been endearing if you’d wanted to be there.

Maybe, sometime back, you would’ve fought.

When Keigo brought you the fluffy, red blanket he loved sharing with you, you might’ve spit on it, maybe on him. Thrown the blanket back into his face only to laugh at the anger and rage he would inevitably erupt into before throwing you over his knee.

Maybe, once, you would have tried to scald Keigo with the steaming tea he brought you (prepared just as you liked, it was one of the first things he memorized about you). You would’ve probably aimed for his face— maybe, his wings, if you were feeling particularly stupid.

Now?

You smiled, maybe something real, as you took the blanket from his waiting arms. You let him blow on your tea with his pretty pink lips as he insisted he’d ‘never let you get burned’.

(You both knew that the ‘fire’ incident was too far. You’d been vacant for a month after Keigo had pulled that stunt.)

“Thank you,” You kissed his cheek, like he wanted you to.

Maybe you should’ve been disgusted. Instead, the contact felt nice. Touch starvation had long since set in, and Keigo was your only outlet. And he was very willing.

The afternoon had been easy, nice. You’d let him play with your hair, mindful to tuck your braced arm to your tummy under the blanket. Keigo tended to be a bit more on edge when he was reminded of the ‘feather’ incident.

It was easier to keep it hidden.

“Dear?” Keigo asked, nuzzling into the crown of your head. “When was the last time we gave you a proper bath?”

You tensed so hard, you might as well have been stone.

Baths were still bad, even after so long.

You figured it out, after a while. It was one of Keigo’s subconscious avian instincts, to keep him and his mate clean and looking well.

It was why he always sat in front of you to allow you to pick through and straighten his feathers. It was vulnerable, the way he shivered and shuddered and fucking moaned as you would straighten and pluck what you could.

It was why he scrutinized the brushing of your teeth so heavily, scoffing at your lack of ‘precision’ and ‘attention to detail’. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d brushed them yourself. Keigo would always just seat you on the cold marble counter, slot himself between your legs while vice-gripping your jaw and gagging you with a toothbrush.

Though, he had been more gentle lately. Nicer.

He’d been more like the ‘mate’ he’d always described himself being.

Your role to Keigo was why he had full autonomy over bathing you.

He could take showers and baths alone, all as he pleased. But, you were washed by his hands only. Even the quick showers after he’d fuck you silly, he was always with you, scrubbing you down with special soaps and a soft cloth.

“Dove?” Keigo’s voice came kindly, yet his grip tightened. “I asked you a question, didn’t I?”

“You did, I’m sorry,” The response came from your lips hurriedly. “It’s been a while.”

Keigo hummed, clicking his tongue and sitting up fully, “I’ll set up the bath then. I’ll take a shower later so I can make sure you’re squeaky clean now, how about that?”

You nodded, knowing better than to disagree with him.

When Keigo had first brought you ‘home’, he’d take your baths with you. He’d pull you tight to his chest, try to, as you struggled and screamed.

He snapped once, letting his anger get the better of him when you bit him so hard on his forearm that he bled.

Though, it wasn’t his blood that stained the bathwater that night.

It was the first time he showed you how much soft damage he could inflict with his sharpened feathers.

He rarely took baths with you after that; you hoped the memory of haunted him the same way it did with you.

Over time, bathing you had become a sort of neutral ground.

Keigo enjoyed it too much for it to be used as a punishment, and you learned better.

That didn’t mean slipups didn’t happen, but in general, you were good for him then.

The bad memories still made you tremble, vivid reminders.

Keigo tugged you to the bathroom, the eon-suite in the master bedroom, ‘our’ bedroom, as he called it with the wistful look in his eye.

Part of you reviled the affection in his tone, the other part was relieved that it wasn’t malice anymore.

Stepping into the bathroom was always a bit jarring, your mind and body knowing what occurred so often in the months past. The conditioning was implicit, even if the two of you didn’t like it.

The master bathroom was massive, built for his wings. The soaker tub, jets and all, was meant to accommodate their size. He’d had a new one put in, he told you, just before he ‘brought’ you ‘home’.

Keigo stopped you in front of the sink, a usual routine. You kept your gaze trained on the ground.

“Dove, it’s alright, no need to be frightened,” He chuckled, but you knew it was more of a command than anything else. He slung his arms over your shoulders, a firm grip on your jaw forcing you to look into the reflection. “You’ve been a good girl lately, I’ll be gentle.”

You sniffled, nodding.

His grip tightened, “Words. You know better.”

“Y-yes,” You nodded, eyes darting around the mirror to avoid looking at your dual visage. “I have been good. I’ll be good.”

“Sweet girl,” Keigo sang, peppering kisses over the side of your face as you made eye contact with yourself. Your stare was vacant and cold, clinging onto what you could grasp without pain.

You hated it—

Yourself.

Your stomach rolled, but you swallowed down your disgust.

“Don’t look away, understand?” Keigo’s voice was too soft for the authority in his words.

“I won’t, I understand.”

You watched as his nimble fingers slipped under the shirt of his that you wore. He’d let you wear panties that day, soft cotton ones that hardly seemed ‘sexy’, but they drove him wild anyways. Something about normalcy always got him more feral than normal.

Considering the cold outside, he’d even been kind enough to dress you in a pair of loose, thigh high stockings. He slid them down your legs, descending as he did to leave little kisses. He pulled at your underwear, palming at the plump of your ass as they fell to the ground.

You stepped out of the stockings and panties when he tapped your ankles, leaving you completely naked in the mirror.

Forcing yourself to stare in the mirror was hard.

You didn’t look like yourself.

You hadn’t for so long.

Your own visage made your head spark with numbness, something acrid spilling over your tongue.

It must’ve shown in your face, but you didn’t register it.

“None of that, angel, you’re beautiful,” Keigo draped himself over you, wings outstretched.

You swallowed, nodding, but not replying.

“Bath time, then,” Keigo hummed, guiding you to the toilet seat as he prepared the soak.

You watched him roll up the sleeves of his soft button-down, revealing his many scars. Some were from his work, others from your nails and teeth. You felt guilty, odd as it was, seeing how they still marred his pretty, tanned skin.

You folded your hands in your lap as Keigo got to work.

He turned on the faucet, always a bit too hot, just so you could soak for longer. Shampoo, conditioner, a variety of hair and face masks, special bubble baths and bath bombs all carried in a cute basket were brought to the side of the tub as he prepared it.

If you were proper lovers, it would’ve been endearing.

He rose, lighting jar and pillar candles across the massive bathroom. It was something he did to put you both at ease, the fire acting like some sort of safety net that you both knew kept him from getting too aggressive with you, risking burning his wings.

It all felt like too much, the care he put into everything.

Your guilt swelled as you focused on your naked thighs.

Keigo talked to you as he went about preparing your pampering, knowing better than to expect any proper responses as he prepared the bath with lovely smells and pretty colors.

The last thing he did was hang a red silk robe on a hook near the door.

You really must’ve been good, getting the chance to cover yourself after a bath.

You had been trying harder lately. Remembering your rules, how and where to be and when. It made things easier. Fighting made your tired, clawing had made you weaker.

Being complicit burned something in you, low and rolling, but it was better than facing Keigo’s constant wrath.

On your more mentally together days, the ones where he was gone more and longer, you put together some of Keigo’s fucked up psychology.

He just didn’t want to be alone.

He just wanted a companion.

It was cruel— sick, that one of the most desired men in the nation had to pluck you, and all your mundanity, from your life to force you into the mold of a lover, consort and best friend like you weren’t a person.

You shook your head, trying not to stew.

Stewing made you bad.

And you had been good.

You had to be, after the ‘feather incident’.

It made things easier.

...

You’d found the feather under the couch.

Keigo left them around normally, the sensitive things picking up on your heart rate and breathing. The safety phone, an old landline, would ring if you got too anxious, the shrill tone only making it worse, but that was part of the point, wasn’t it?

All the same, this feather looked older.

The color was duller, the filaments frayed.

Keigo liked to present the feathers openly, stuck into fixtures and over counters and tabletops. Something about ‘keeping his mate safe from prospective challengers’.

(You never saw anyone other than him. There was no one to oppose Keigo in your life.)

This particular plume being hidden seemed like a mistake.

He didn’t slip up often.

Your mind spun as you debated what to do.

You poked it, cautiously.

It didn’t move, waver, or harden.

It was limp, like a real, normal feather.

The spine was hard—

Solid enough to shove into a lock, maybe.

You snatched it up, hiding it between the cushions as you raced to think through a plan.

Your previous escape attempts hardly even happened. Keigo was fast enough to catch you as you neared the fortified door, always.

He’d drag you to the bedroom to hold you down and eat your cunt until your mind was too mushy to even conceptualize ideas beyond Keigo’s tongue fucking into your dripping hole. He was mean about it, pushing you too far and keeping you there to writhe and beg for reprieve.

You hated him for it at the time.

But, you had an opportunity to fucking get out.

During the incident—

He was gone.

He was at work for the rest of the day.

You hurried.

His other present feathers would sense you, you had to work quickly.

You didn’t have shoes other than house slippers, but they’d have to make due. You shoved some granola bars in your pocket, freezing the moment you heard the ringtone of the landline echo over the penthouse.

Don’t slow, don’t stop.

How fucking foolish you were, thinking you could outrun a being that flew.

Idiotic, you’d come to chastise yourself later.

You stuffed what you could into your pockets, running to the front door and shoving the spine of the feather into the lock.

It was firm enough to be used as a pick, wasn’t it? You weren’t sure how to pick locks, but you had to try right?

You could pick the eight locks on the door before Keigo got home, right?

Foolish.

Your hands trembled as the phone rang over and over.

Your heart nearly stopped when you heard the telltale ‘thunk’ of Keigo landing on the balcony.

Frantically, you tried to undo just one lock, just for the sake of your own sanity, knowing what was to come—

The balcony door slammed open.

You went rigid, hands still working, sweaty and desperate.

Keigo was on you in a second, pulling you from your knees by your hair in one swift motion.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

His voice could’ve cut steel, the tone so angry and dead that it brought tears to your eyes as you began to struggle.

“No, no, no— you’re not doing this shit.” Keigo spat, tugging your shaking hand from the lock as the lifeless feather fell to the ground.

He pressed you against the door, bearing all of his body weight against your back as you flattened against the wood. His wings rose, eclipsing any light.

His grip on your wrist got tighter, harder. It was sure to bruise.

(Ha.)

Keigo snarled, roughly slamming his hips into your backside, “What is this shit you’re trying to pull? I know you’re an ungrateful cunt, but I didn’t know you were a complete dumbass.”

He bent your arm back, farther and higher up by the wrist.

“Did you really think you could do that? Do this to me?!” Keigo’s voice tore through you, the waver in it sounding so foreign it almost hurt. “LEAVE ME?!”

Fear shot through you as his worn hands wrapped around your palm.

In one swift motion—

Snap.

Your vision tilted as you fell back into Keigo.

Your hand wavered limply and wrongly in his grip, thoroughly broken.

Keigo clapped a hand over your mouth as you began to scream, wail at the searing pain that was shooting from your wrist.

“I’m so sorry, angel.” His unapologetic, hot breath swirled over your ear like nausea and bile, “I promise, this will be for your own good.”

...

Keigo didn’t stop that day, no matter how much you begged and shrieked.

...

The rest of the incident got blurry.

It hurt to think about it too much.

Keigo’s rage-filled voice promising that he was going to ‘snap a new bone each time you cum’ remained a haunting memory.

He followed through, of course. He was nothing if not uncomfortably honest at the worst of times.

You could recall the feeling of cold blood trickling down your thighs, nose, and even from your mouth as you sobbed and screamed for mercy on the cold hardwood. A small feather, wet with you in so many forms, licked and lapped at your clit as Keigo made good on his promise.

The feeling of his sweat dripping onto your spine as he easily crushed and snapped a new bone each time you reached ecstasy haunted you into a submission that was no longer reluctant.

You hated yourself for it.

...

Your gaze drifted from the steaming water to your hand, the brace removed. Your fingers were still mangled, they would be forever. Keigo purposefully patched them poorly— he’d told you so. Something about making it a ‘lasting lesson’.

You sniffled at the thought, flexing the fingers, feeling the old pains shoot up your arm.

“Angel love? No need to do that,” Keigo reminded you, covering your hand with his own.

Gently, he tilted your jaw so you could meet his eyes.

You imagined the two of you looked equally sad.

The following weeks after the ‘incident’, you tried so hard to be good. The pain was a new intensity, something you couldn’t forget. Keigo reminded you of it if you slipped up, squeezing your hand or wrist with a grimace curled his pretty lips.

To his merit, Keigo also felt bad about hurting you so bad. Prior to that, punishments were either harsh edging or overstimulation which in some ways were pleasurable. Spanking too, but even then, Keigo looked a bit meek after leaving such unpleasant bruises on your backside.

But permanently crippling your body in time with tearing your cunt bloody?

He sobbed into your shoulder every night for a month.

Tried as you did to be good, you also became quite numb.

It felt better than the agony.

Keigo’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, his nose nudging your cheek, “What kind of bubble bath would you like?”

Wow.

You had been good.

You’d never been able to pick out your smells before.

Swallowing, you chewed at your lip, eyes drifting from the cute basket to Keigo’s expectant eyes.

He sighed, squeezing your knee, “Dear, it’s not a trick. Just your preference.”

“Can’t you pick?”

You immediately tensed, flinching away from Keigo’s soft touch with your own words.

An old echo of an older lesson:

‘Good girls don’t question things, do they?’

“I-I’m sorry,” You sputtered, eyes trained on the tile of the bathroom. You held out your bent wrist without thinking.

You tensed, waiting for the pain that would inevitably come.

Right?

Keigo stared at it, then to you, eyes going sad and glassy.

It made your heartbreak.

He carefully held your wrist, putting in back and rested in your naked lap.

“None of that, love. I’ll pick today, but you deserve to feel good. Don’t you think so?”

No.

“Yes.”

“Good girl, angel.”

Keigo gave you a gooey smile, one you returned as earnestly as you could. He quickly went back to the basket, pulling out an elegant glass bottle or two, dumping them into the tub as light, herbal scents began to waft into the air.

You relaxed a bit.

Keigo’s wings twitched, a little smile crooking on his face.

“It’s all ready, dear. Let me help you.”

Carefully, he helped you into the filled, bubbly foam settling around your shoulders as you leaned against the porcelain edge.

Though Keigo kept his wings flat to his back as he could, you could still see the feathers twitch and ruffle.

‘An instinctual response to seeing his mate so vulnerable— for his own benefit or otherwise.’

You swallowed, sinking into the sparkling water.

Keigo gave you another smile, dropping a kiss to your forehead before presenting you with two fancy-looking bath bombs.

“Now, dear, how about picking one of these? Nice and easy.”

He was right, but your head still spun.

You picked the one on the right, a dusty purple sphere with flower petals pressed into the outside.

Keigo lit up as you took it from his hand, gently placing it into the water.

You both watched it fizz and bob for a moment, mesmerized as the color spread and spit.

“See? Not too hard, huh?” Keigo chuckled to himself, laying his arms crossed on the lip of the massive tub. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, full of love and adoration that made you feel sick.

You knew better than to reject it.

Rather, you returned his affections the best you could.

You even leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Keigo lit up, eyes shining and bright as he cupped your cheeks, returning the gesture tenfold.

You performed so well, giggling and smiling as he did.

You’d become so good at putting on a show for him, even if it exhausted you. It was so much easier to pretend that he was a dutiful lover and not a horrifying captor. With your bent fingers submerged in the balmy water, it was even easier to shove down his transgressions.

On your good days, you would even forget.

You liked those days.

You wanted today to be one of those days where everything was okay.

You weren’t quite there, but you could try your best.

As you relaxed in the bath, Keigo gently pulled one of your legs from the water. Suds and sparkles slid down your leg as his pretty gold eyes inspected your skin.

Keigo smoothed a hand over the prickling hair of your leg, frowning, “Gotta shave you nice and smooth, huh, love?”

You nodded, whether it was your preference or not didn’t matter.

Sinking a little deeper into the water, you watched him so carefully treat your skin. Exfoliating with gentle circles, and then slicking your leg with a small vial of golden oil.

The razor was what scared you the most.

You bore its marks in many ways, little cuts and scars left on your legs from your ancient twitching and struggling were the most plentiful.

There were a few brands from the thin metal, marring the bottoms of your feet.

Those were the worst to heal. Keigo had to carry you around for days, toying with you the entire time. He teased you in your helplessness, but none of his quips were wrong.

He’d made you need him.

You audibly whimpered at the memories, Keigo’s gaze flickering to you as he ran the sleek razor over your shining skin.

“Dear, nothing to be afraid of. You’re doing so well.”

You nodded, knowing better than to remind him of his own horrors.

He shaved you carefully, thoughtfully even, humming to himself as he did. Keigo was nothing if not a perfectionist, leaving you silky smooth and well-tended to. You wondered if he would treat you to a massage later with how kind he was being.

He left your cunt alone, liking the hair more wild and ‘natural’.

“This is nice, isn’t it?” Keigo asked wistfully as he moved closer. His hand slipped under the water, cupping the back of your neck.

You took a little too long to respond, you supposed in retrospect.

Keigo’s face went dark, for a mere moment, as his grip tightened, dragging you under the suds.

You jolted, struggling and flailing in shock as water flooded your mouth and nose.

He pulled you up as quickly as he had pulled you down, the dark look not dulled in the slightest.

“Be good, and I won’t have to do that shit.” His words dripped cold venom, wings beginning to unfurl. “I’d hate to revisit how long it takes you to stop squirming under there, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded, hurriedly, quickly, sitting up the best you could in his grip, “N-no, I don’t want that. Please. This is very nice. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I’ll be better.”

They were promises, honest ones.

You very much wanted to keep them.

Keigo’s look thankfully dissolved, going melancholic before erupting warmly once more. It was a facial journey you’d seen too much and too often.

“That’s my girl,” He grinned, giving you a wet kiss on the lips. You kissed back the best you could, shaking visibly and not trying to hide it.

Keigo pulled back, golden eyes too sharp and too vibrant.

As he poured shampoo into his hand, you clenched your maimed hand into a fist. The lesson worked so well, you thought, as pain rushed through you, hot like the old brands and clawing scratches.

Keigo was too sweet as he lathered your hair in the candlelight.

And you were too crushed to resist.

Far too tired.

Endlessly too weak, he’d shown you over and over.

So, you accepted his touches to cast off his ire.

Even as he pulled you from the bath, flush to his body while he wrapped you in a fluffy towel, you smiled despite the bulge pressing into your abdomen.

Even as he massaged you with earthy smelling oils, cooing about how beautiful and sacred your body was, you thanked him despite the disgust that brewed so deep in you like some hellish brine pool.

Even as he fucked you like a lover, clasping your hands to the sheets and mixing you with him as he brought you to the edge again and again, you moaned with him despite how the stretch of his cock still aggravated old wounds.

Even as he filled you up with his cum, crying out about how well you took him, what a ‘good girl’ you were, your cries crashed with his in pretty harmony despite how rotten you should’ve felt.

Because, at the end of the day, sated, cleaned and loved in his arms, the old scars didn’t ache so bad if he kissed you sweetly. If you smiled at him as he smiled at you, Keigo was kind like a companion, mate and lover should be.

As you drifted off, you were okay with the weight of his wings bearing over your fucked-out body.

It was easier this way,

Maybe even better.

#hawks x reader #hawks #takami keigo #takami keigo x reader #yandere hawks #yandere takami keigo #yandere hawks imagines #tw dubcon #tw noncon #tw rape #tw violence #tw blood #fem reader #tw abuse #salami writes #here ya go lol

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kirieshhhka003 · 3 years

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Narancia yandere headcanons?🤭

Thank you for your request, my dear anon💚

Warnings: yandere behavior

Yandere! Narancia Ghirga headcanons

Most of the time Nara is glued to darling’s hip, he tries to spend as much time with them as possible, he’s up for every activity. They want to go shopping? - What mall do they want to go to? They want to go skating? - Nara knows great skating park not that far from here!

In Narancia’s eyes S/o are flawless, they’re his idol, his god he prays on daily. He worships every ground darling walk on, they just can’t do anything wrong

S/o are the only one he sees in this world. Narancia watches darling like a hawk, like he’s gonna tear them apart, so no one but him can owe them. His whole life revolves around darling and Ghirga wants them to feel the same

Narancia yearns for darling’s attention, he walks on his hands, shows off his dexterous skills in knifespinning, does literally anything just to make darling look at him, he wants to earn their praise and approvement. Sometimes it looks like a little child seeking for it’s mother’s attention

Nara is very clingy, his love language is touch, Ghirga keeps darling close to himself, resting his chin on their shoulder and embracing them from behind. If he can��t hug S/o, he puts his hand on darling’s hip or shoulder and slightly rubs it. At night he holds darling tight, not letting them go, he literally lays on S/o. And if they want to go to the bathroom or get some water, he’d wake up immediately asking darling where they are going to

If darling is the one to initiate physical contact, Narancia melts like an ice cream in the sun, he gets all putty in their arms, S/o can do anything they want with him, Ghirga won’t resist at all

He’s a big fan of mushy couple stuff, Narancia enjoys watching TV with his darling, cooking and shopping together. All this daily routine stuff makes Narancia feel like they’re married, like they’re already a family

Narancia won’t kidnap his darling, but it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want to. He understands that it’d hurt S/o both physically and mentally, so he decided to act smarter. His plan is: make darling love him back, move in together, slowly taking control over their life, marrying them, making S/o completely his. Yeah, it’d take much longer time, but he is in no hurry

They’ll have a lot of sex. As I mentioned earlier, touch is Narancia’s love language and sex for him is one of the ways to express all his love and affection towards his darling. If darling are not in the right mood, it won’t stop Nara, he’ll continue clinging and whining on them until they finally give up and give him what he wants

Narancia is overly possessive, no one but him can touch his darling, he may accept their parents hugging them, but he still doesn’t like it. He jets jealous even when S/o randomly looks at someone, dark frown appears on his face and his grip on darling becomes tighter. Ghirga wants them to look only on him, think only about him, just like he does to them

Narancia would never hurt his darling, he loves them so much, how can he cause any pain to them? But he’s a great manipulator, Ghirga cnows just the right words to say, tight strings to pull to make S/o do what he wants. “They don’t need you, those people just want to use you and then leave you to die. I did it for your ow good, babe. Please, understand that”

“I just... can’t explain the way I feel about you. You do something crazy to me, I’ve never felt anything like this before. I need you. I need you so much… So, would you stay with me?”

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 3 years

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Who's your favorite person to write for in each fandom?

Hmm, from the fandoms I've written for (though I haven't written for some of these characters, these are just the ones I see as my kinda dark content potential):

Assassination Classroom: Principal Asano

Bleach: Aizen, Tsukishima, Grimmjow, Kenpachi, Byakuya, Shinji, Ginjo

BNHA: Tomura, Stain, Hawks, Endeavor, Dabi, Spinner, Twice, Tamaki, Mirio

Degrees of Lewdity: Kylar, Eden, Great Hawk, Whitney

Dorihedoro: En, Noi, Shin

Fire Force: Dr. Giovanni, Rekka, Joker, Benimaru

Hellsing: Alucard, The Captain, Integra

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Dio, Kars and/or the rest of the Pillar Men (but esp Kars and/or Wammu lol), Rohan, Jotaro/Star Platinum, Fugo/Purple Haze

JJK: Mahito, Nanami, Mechamaru, Toge, Gojo (I'm not caught up on the manga or anime yet so keep that in mind w/ these picks; like Geto and some of the others pique my interest but idk them that well yet)

One Piece: Doflamingo, Kid, Katakuri, Law, Kaido, the Vinsmoke brothers, Arlong, Smoothie, Galette, Reiju

One Punch Man: Garou, Sweet Mask, Genos, Fubuki, Sonic, Tatsumaki, King

Persona: Akechi, Adachi, Yusuke, Shinjiro, Mitsuru

Resident Evil: Heisenberg, Dimitrescu

TPN: Leuvis

(Also not yandere related but I'm watching Cowboy Bebop rn and gooooood I wanna be railed by Jet or Faye. Or both 👀)

#ask

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babyybitchhhwrites · 4 years

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Illumi x Reader 18+

Warnings: Yandere (?), noncon, oral sex

Tapping your foot in time with the reverberating beat, you scanned the crowded bar again. Still no sign of the man who’d offered to buy you a drink over twenty minutes ago. It was incredibly disappointing, and not just because he’d been a real cutie with a strong jawline. That was the second potential suitor that had pulled a vanishing act on you tonight.

You frowned, wondering what the problem was.

Halfway through the motion of lifting your hand to your face for an inconspicuous breath test, you froze. Someone was watching you.

It wasn’t either of the men that had approached you tonight. You’d never seen this one before and he was doing very little to hide the fact he was staring. A shudder snaked its way up your spine as you quickly looked away, breaking eye contact with him. Something was wrong. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what but the lead weight settling in the pit of your gut was reason enough for you to stand up and move to the opposite side of the room. Had he been observing you this entire time?

You didn’t want to think about that. Couldn’t. You’d come out to have a good night, not spook yourself with your overactive imagination. Putting some space between you and that disconcerting, blank faced stare would do you a world of good. You were certain of it.

Finding a vacant corner along the far wall, you tucked your back into the tight space and looked out over the sea of nameless faces. Still no sign of the two who had struck up conversation with you earlier. No sign of that voyeur either. You forced your shoulders to relax and took a deep breath. It wasn’t so strange to have someone checking you out like that in a bar. You’d definitely overreacted, you decided, feeling silly now. There wasn’t any reason to let it negatively impact your evening.

Shrugging off the discontent, you went about your business. It didn’t take long at all for someone else to walk up to you while you swayed in time with the music. You smiled in greeting. He smiled back and told you his name was Myer. A pair of perfect dimples winked at you, making your heart flutter. He asked if you were alone and when you said ‘no’, he offered to get you something to drink. You almost declined the offer. Letting him out of your sight didn’t seem like a good idea. Would he just disappear too?

With a quick look at the bar, you concluded that it couldn’t hurt. You had an almost straight shot view of the long polished counter from where you were standing so it wouldn’t be difficult to keep an eye on him. No harm, no foul, right?

Making up your mind, you smiled again. “Rum and coke, please.”

“Sure thing. Be right back.”

Myer turned and you watched him go, an anxious tickle teasing the back of your mind. He weaved his way up to the bartender and, after waiting for his turn, he placed the order. You could see him pulling out a healthy stack of bills from a pocket and the fact he stopped long enough to slip a few into the tip jar endeared you to him all the more, feeling your uncertainty start to subside. Everything was going well. He didn’t look like he was going to run off on you like the other two and your confidence rapidly cobbled itself back together. He might be the one.

You started to turn away, not wanting him to think you’d been watching him like a hawk the entire time, when a flash of shiny obsidian caught your attention. Icy chill assaulted your veins when you realized it was the man from before. The one who’d been staring at you. He’d shuffled right up next to Myer and leaned in close to say something in his ear, a shimmering curtain of jet black hair shifting against his back with the motion. It looked like they were sharing a secret between friends. Innocuous by all accounts. You would have assumed it nothing more than an innocent exchange if you hadn’t noticed the way Myer’s back stiffened.

The instantaneous horror that gripped you was palpable. What was he saying to him? Why wouldn’t Myer so much as look at the stranger as he turned and shuffled off with his tail tucked between his legs, leaving both drinks at the bar? You couldn’t make sense of it. The implication of what you’d just witnessed was startling and incomprehensible in equal measure. Was this why the others had never come back?

With your heart lodged in your throat, you pushed off the wall and shoved your way through the crowd. Your first instinct was to beat a hasty retreat before your absence from the corner was noticed but you couldn’t do that. Not in good conscience, anyway. The friend you’d gone out with was out on the dance floor with her boyfriend, oblivious to the panic making it hard for you to breathe and having a good old time. She’d worry herself sick if you vanished without a trace. You had to find her and fast.

“Hello.”

You nearly jumped right out of your skin when someone stepped directly into your path and you immediately recognized him. The ink black hair cascading over his shoulders was a dead giveaway. He was a strange mix of forgettably plain and strikingly unique, uncanny in a way. Just looking at him caused your fight or flight instincts to go haywire and you shuffled back a step, shuddering when those eerily blank eyes tracked the motion. It felt like he was peering right through you.

“I’m Illumi.”

Brows knitting, you shook your head in disbelief. You didn’t really care what his name was. “What do you want?”

“Come with me.” He said, reaching out to grab the meat of your upper arm.

It happened too quick for you to pull away and your eyes widened in surprise. His fingers were as unrelenting as iron and as cold as the dead. The notion that he wasn’t human flashed through your mind, screaming at you like a flashing neon sign, but it was too late. He already had you in his clutches and all you could do was sputter indignantly when he pulled you into motion. This could not be happening.

“Let go of me!” You hissed. “I’ll scream if you don’t. I’ll scream so loud your ear drums will bleed! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’d rather you didn’t do that but if you feel the need then go ahead.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t possibly be serious right now. “W - where are you taking me?” You quivered, losing some of your adrenaline fueled bluster.

“Not far.” Was his simple answer to that question.

Dumbfounded, you gaped at the back of his head. It was a struggle to wrap your mind around what was even happening let alone figure out how he could be so nonplussed about this. Didn’t this count as kidnapping, or at least abduction? And didn’t anyone care?

A quick, terrified look around the crowded bar seemed to suggest not. It was like they didn’t even see him dragging you away against your will and you’d just taken a breath to shriek, determined to make them care by causing enough of a scene that they couldn’t ignore it any longer when Illumi abruptly pulled you off course. The air caught in your throat as you stumbled through a door and straight into a bathroom. It was small and cramped. Only enough room for a toilet and a sink.

You spun on him when he released your arm, the abused nerves crying out in agony. There were sure to be blooming purple splotches in the shape of his fingers come morning, if you made it that long, but there were more pressing matters to worry about at the moment. He was locking the door and turning to look at you expectantly. Your face promptly drained of all color. Surely he wasn’t serious.

“Are you out of your mind?”

Illumi cocked his head to one side as if that’d been a strange question to ask of him. “I’m perfectly sane, thank you.”

You barked out a humorless laugh. “I doubt that. Unlock the door. Now!”

“I don’t think so.” He closed the distance between you two in a single step and you recoiled. His hands came up as fast as before, maybe even faster, to cradle your cheeks between his calloused palms and tilt your face up at him and you trembled. “You’ve been a bad girl, you know. Talking to those other men like I wasn’t even standing right there. I won’t tolerate promiscuity.”

You were too stunned to even blink. “Wha … I -”

“It’s time for your punishment now. Are you ready?”

He didn’t wait for an answer before forcing you down onto your knees so hard that pain spiderwebbed throughout your legs. You seethed and swayed unsteadily, physically reeling from the shock. Illumi was much stronger than his lithe frame would suggest. You hadn’t anticipated such unrelenting force from those elegantly skinny arms of his but that was nothing compared to the startlement that rushed through you when he reached for the front of his pants.

“Wait -”

One of his hands shot down to grab your hair at the roots and pull you up straight, making it impossible for you to escape now. An ugly, wet sob bubbled to life in your constricting throat and you almost choked on it. Everything was happening too fast. None of it made any sense. All you could do was suck in one ragged breath after another as you numbly watched him shove his loose fitting pants down his thighs, trying not to hyperventilate. The half hard cock that sprung up into the air, mere inches from your nose, very nearly sent you into a full blown panic attack but you managed to rein it in through sheer force of will. Now wasn’t the time to dissolve into hysterics. You needed to think.

“Listen to me. Please.” You croaked, looking up at him pleadingly. “I wasn’t being promiscuous. You’re not my boyfriend. I don’t even know anything about you.”

Illumi had the nerve to appear somewhat surprised by that assertion. “You don’t? That’s odd. I know everything about you.”

Your gut twisted. The implication alone was horrifying but if he was telling the truth, if he wasn’t bluffing …

You were in such a shellshocked daze that you didn’t notice Illumi guiding his cock to your mouth until the head of it brushed your lips. Grimacing, you tried to pull away but he merely tightened his hold on your hair and jerked you back into place. You whimpered and he tried again. This time you petulantly clamped your lips shut in a hard line, denying him access even when he tried to force his way in.

With a click of his tongue, he gave up. “If you don’t open your mouth it's only going to get worse. There are plenty of other ways I could choose to punish you.”

It didn’t take long for you to realize he was right. You were probably getting off easy this way. He was clearly in a position to do anything he damn well wanted and there was very little you could do to stop him. Maybe it was better to just swallow your pride, get this over with and pretend like nothing had ever happened. The invisible scars would probably be less severe, at least.

Hesitantly, you parted your lips. Illumi gave no outward sign of approval and he wasted no time sliding his cock head inside your mouth. The weight of him settled on your tongue as you fought to breathe through your nose, shuddering at the bitter taste of him. He was almost completely hard now and he twitched against the roof of your mouth, smearing a bead of precum across your palette. You swallowed the bile rising in your throat and settled into your spot on the floor, apathetically accepting your fate. There was nothing you could do about it now.

A long beat of quiet passed over the cramped little room.

“Well?” Illumi quipped at length. “Aren’t you going to suck it?”

Your eyes snapped up to fix him with a heated glare. It didn’t seem to bother him one bit though and you could feel your face growing warm as you bobbed your head forward, listlessly pulling him in deeper. The thought of actually putting in any effort to get him off made your stomach roil but it quickly became apparent that you didn’t have any other choice. He seemed content to just stand there with his prick in your mouth for as long as it took. You could see he had the patience and his cock showed no sign of softening any time soon so you had a choice to make. Bite the bullet and get it over with or prolong the humiliation.

What he’d said about this being a punishment echoed through your mind. He was under the impression that you’d wronged him, that you were somehow cheating on him with those other men, which meant you had to earn his forgiveness. You could do that. Probably.

Shifting on your protesting knees, you carefully brought your hands up to brace them on Illumi’s thighs. He allowed it, much to your relief, and you used the newfound leverage to swallow him down to about the midway point of his shaft. You got no reaction for your trouble but that wasn’t about to stop you. Not when you’d already sunk this low and you pulled back only to repeat the process, not stopping this time until you felt the glans tickle your tonsils. Pausing there, you brought your tongue up to the lav the underside of him in attention he didn’t deserve.

He remained as stoic as a stone statue above you, the continued silence only spurring you on in some sick, twisted way. You didn’t stop long enough to consider how messed up that was and, drawing a steadying breath through your nose, you started bobbing your head. Up and down, up and down, over and over again, letting him drag the accumulating spit out of your mouth on each upward pull. It dripped down your chin in thick sheets, pooling and oozing onto your exposed cleavage in heavy clumps that quickly cooled in the air. You felt like a sloppy mess but you could tell Illumi was enjoying the hasty mouth fuck by the sporadic tic in his thigh muscles. You still hadn’t gotten much of a response out of him though and you decided to test your luck. There wasn’t a whole lot you could lose at this point so it was worth a shot at least.

Holding the oxygen in your lungs, you relaxed your throat and leaned into him. The smooth glans dipped into your throat, very nearly setting off your gag reflex, but you persisted. Inch by inch, he slid down your neck until your eyes were watering with reflexive tears and your nose touched the base of his pelvis. You stayed there for a moment, trying not to wretch around him, but it was a lost cause. Stomach heaving, you came up off him with a wet, ragged gasp. Ropes of glistening spittle stretched between his bobbing cock and your raw lips, only further highlighting your degradation and making you feel even more ashamed for submitting to his demands like this. It was shameful.

So caught up in swallowing the pitiful sobs that were clawing their way up the back of your throat, you almost missed the sigh of pleasure he breathed out. Almost.

Gaze lifting, you numbly peered into Illumi’s face. His expression was as blank as ever but the glint in his dark eyes seemed to suggest you’d found the winning formula. Either he genuinely liked being deepthroated or the action was enough of a struggle for you that he got off on watching you do it. Either way, you couldn’t afford to waste this nugget of information. If that’s what it took to put an end to this farce then so be it.

You breathed in and you breathed out. Steeled your resolve. Bringing your hand up to grasp the base of him and keep him still, you took Illumi’s cock into your mouth again. Straight to the edge of your throat where you paused just long enough to force the muscles to relax before swallowing him down your neck again. You could actually feel the way he filled out the narrow, fleshy passage and stretched it right to the point of discomfort, the baser part of your brain screaming that you were choking. It took every ounce of willpower you possessed to smother the urge to pull off him again as you nuzzled into the short trimmed curls that were tickling your nose. He was very neat and clean, you had to give him that.

“I knew you’d figure it out.” He said softly. “There can’t be forgiveness if there isn’t an appropriate amount of suffering first.”

Wretching around him, you gurgled noisily in response. Your vision was clouded over and blurred from the neverending stream of tears pricking your lash line and you were starting to get light headed, but you forced yourself to stay put for just a moment longer. Praying that it would push him that much closer to the edge. The sooner he came the sooner you’d be free to go and, hating that you couldn’t endure any longer, you pulled back until he slipped out of your throat. Choking and heaving for air as a fresh deluge of spit poured out of your mouth right along with his cock.

Your stomach lurched at the sight of it wetly flopping between his thighs. You weren’t sure how many more times you could do that without throwing up all over the front of him. He probably deserved it but you had a feeling he wouldn’t appreciate it much.

You groaned in frustration and fisted his prick again, desperately pumping at him. Illumi’s fingers only gripped your hair even harder, making your scalp burn, and you quickly got the picture. It was all or nothing.

Sucking in a haggard breath, you surged forward onto his prick again. Your throat constricted and tried valiantly to keep him out this time but you forced yourself down, down until he was once again wedged deep inside your neck. Shoulders shaking, you stayed there with your nose flush against his pelvis for as long as you could stand it, only pulling back when you thought for sure you were going to pass out. Illumi’s hand stilled you though, exerting just enough force to keep you right where you were.

Your eyes widened. Genuine panic rushed into the forefront of your mind in an instant and you struggled to pull off his cock, frantically pushing at his thighs to signal that you needed air. But he was implacable, entirely unperturbed, and when you started to thrash he merely brought his other hand down to lock your head in place. You were trapped. He wasn’t going to let you spit him out this time. Would he really let you suffocate right here on the bathroom floor?

“Relax.”

You would have laughed if you could. All you did instead was loudly wretch so hard that snot bubbled out of your nose. You coughed around him, frantically swallowed and choked again. Every muscle in your body heaved and you spit up an obscene amount of saliva that oozed out around his cock and ran down your face. You were covered in it now, the top of your low cut shirt uncomfortably damp with it, but that was the least of your problems now. Everything was starting to recede to a throbbing pinprick of consciousness and you knew you were going to blackout. Just a few more seconds and it would all fade away.

At least you would be free of this nightmare.

Illumi abruptly yanked on your hair, tearing you off his cock so forcefully that you fell back into the wall. Your head thumped against it but you were much too disoriented to notice the pain. Blinking widely to clear your vision, you sucked in a much needed lungfull of fresh air and owlishly peered up at him. His thin lips were parted in a surprisingly delicate ‘o’, the only readily available sign that he was at all affected by what was happening. Your dazed attention dropped lower and locked on his glistening prick when he angled it at your face. Realizing what he was doing, you opened your mouth to protest but it was too late.

Thick ropes of pearl white ejaculate erupted from the glans and hit you dead center between the eyes. You froze, too stunned to react, and a second splurt of cum promptly splattered across your forehead. The third and final load hit its mark on your chin, mixing with the mess of spit you were covered in.

You couldn’t believe it. Any of it. The fact he’d felt it necessary to paint your face, as if to complete the humiliation sundae you’d suffered at his hands, threatened to bowl you over right on the spot. You didn’t even have the wherewithal to put up a fight when he guided his flagging erection to your mouth and wiped the lingering traces of semen across your mouth. How were you supposed to get home looking like this?

Oblivious, or perhaps unconcerned, Illumi casually went about pulling his pants back into place and secured them with an emerald green sash while you sat there, reeling in the aftermath. You’d hoped he’d just leave and let you wallow in your misery alone but of course that was asking too much. He shuffled close again and bent at the waist to place a condescending hand on top of your head. Toying with the notion of spitting right in his stupid face, you looked up at him with the most furious scowl you could muster. It didn’t bother him, of course.

“I hope you make better choices next time.” He said blandly. “You belong to me. No one else. Do you understand?”

You nodded your head tersely, already notating a comprehensive restraining order in your head.

“Good. I’m afraid I won’t be so lenient next time.”

#Hunter X Hunter #hxh #illumi zoldyck #illumi x reader #self insert bullshit

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Yandere Kaneki Ken HCs

Anonymous said:

Hello, can I ask for a yandere Kaneki Ken headcanons? Thank you so much beforehand!

No problem, hun. I hope these are okay. I didn’t include Haise since I’ve got separate requests for him.

Kuroneki

• You first run into him in the local library, being the avid reader you are, and Kaneki ends up tripping over onto you. • He's so embarrassed and doesn't stop apologising until you grab his shoulders and firmly tell him to stop. He catches a glimpse of the book you're holding and notices it's his favourite. • Just about manages to strike up a conversation about the book, and that's where the infatuation starts. • You won't think anything of the small conversation with a random stranger in the library, but Kaneki will be replaying it in his head on a loop. Just the thought of you makes him go red in the face. • He tells Hide about his encounter and how he can't stop thinking about you and Hide jokes that you two must be soulmates. • He really shouldn't have done that. • After that first meeting, Kaneki practically lives in the library, desperately waiting for you to come back so he can find out the name of the person he's enamoured by. • When you do come back to return your book and pick up a new one, Kaneki is watching you like a hawk, taking in every detail of your face as if attempting to permanently ingrain the image into his mind. • This time, instead of staying in the library while you leave, Kaneki trails behind you -- careful not to let you see him. • Once Kaneki knows where you live, consider your privacy over. • Kaneki is somewhat delusional, in the sense that he won't see what he's doing is wrong and assumes all normal relationships go like this. It makes it worse for you because then he gets upset and confused if you fight back or try to explain that this is not normal. • He's waaayyyy too shy to talk to you, so don't be surprised when you wake up in an unknown bedroom because he didn't know how else to express his feelings. • Kaneki is so awkward he doesn't even know how to explain why you're in his bedroom, it's all just a lot of mumbling and rapid-fire apologies. • You can't help feel bad for him at first. I mean, this guy has got some serious issues. Of course, after the realisation that you've literally been kidnapped hits, that sympathy fades a little. • He dies and goes to heaven if you read to him, especially his favourite books. Hearing your silky voice softly reading the chapters in his childhood favourite book? Heaven. • Punishment is more him sobbing hysterically into your lap as you're restrained to a chair, which doesn't sound like much, but trust me -- it wears you down very quickly. You'll stop trying to escape if only to avoid those goddamn tears that seem to be endless. • Kaneki is obsessive and pretty much worships you like some sort of deity, so you'll often find him staring dreamily at you, or muttering to himself about the shape and colour of your eyes or how your eyes crinkle when you smile. • He doesn't want to scare you by revealing he's a ghoul, but you kind of put two and two together after noticing he eats nothing and waking up to him drooling all over you. • Kaneki is unsurprisingly tame, and really just wants you to coddle him and shower him in affection.

Shironeki

• You'll wonder if Kaneki died considering he's been gone for so long. You've only managed to survive because you weren't restrained to the bed and could access food in the cupboard. It was actually pretty peaceful compared to being watched 24/7, but don't worry, it ends there. • You open your eyes after a relatively good sleep only to discover you're yet again in a strange place. • This place is a lot less nice than the previous place; its dirty, smelling damp and you're on a worn down sofa rather than a bed. • When you see Kaneki it's safe to see you're shocked. His hair is pure white, a stark contrast to his formerly jet black hair. His face is different too, he seems older and more solemn. • He may have been a tame obsessive the first time he kidnapped you, but he's a lot more... possessive now.• Your punishments are no longer Kaneki crying, instead you're the one with tears streaming down your face.• He still has somewhat soft moments, but he's much more aggressive and closed off towards you now. When you see him after he's been with Aoigiri members, all he wants to do is vent his frustrations on you.• Luckily for you, Kaneki doesn't really have any opportunities to get jealous since, well, you're trapped all alone in a small room with no one besides him to talk to. However, if you do happen to leave the room and come across one of the other members of Aoigiri, Kaneki will go batshit. • This is because the anxious, insecure part of him from before worries you'll leave him for someone stronger and better than him. Then there's the protective part that knows how dangerous the ghouls of Aoigiri are and how weak you are compared to them.• He'll drag you back into your room, screaming about how stupid you are, his kagune flying around manically. He "realises" the only way for you to understand the dangers you're surrounded by is to experience them firsthand. • You won't be going out that door again after you pass out from pain and blood loss, and if you for some reason do.... well say goodbye to your legs.• Honestly, as long as you don't act up and be aggressive towards him, Kaneki is pretty calm towards you -- minus the random violent outbursts when he loses control --and will allow you to access things you like (such as books, video games, music, etc). Unfortunately though, he's not all that fun to be around since he's so busy brooding all the time.

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandereverse #yandere kaneki ken #yandere tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul imagine #yandere scenario #kaneki ken imagine #kaneki ken x reader #yandere kaneki ken x reader #yandere aesthetic #tw yandere

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Hi hi! I hope you're having a lovely day/night! 😃

I've recently come up with a few headcanons for the Babylon Rogues and wanted to hear your input! I've based 80% of this from the "platonic team-up with Babylon Rogues" headcanons. I tried to write similar to your style cuz I really like it! (sorry if it seems like I'm copying). These headcanons can be taken as romantic or platonic 😊

Jet is a Manipulative & Isolating and/or Monopoly(?) yandere.

I'd say that Jet is a manipulative yandere since you mentioned that he'd try to bribe his darling with the promise of riches, just so long as they join in on their heists. I agree with that headcanon a lot and it sounds pretty in character to me imo. I feel as though he would only give you a small percent of the cut just so you wouldn't have enough to want to leave on the first heist. If you threatened to leave unless he gave up more then I'd say he'd most likely budge, but only just a little. Just enough to keep you hanging around. He'd give you the excuse that "you need to prove your worth by doing few more heists until we pay you equally". In reality he just wants you to stay for as long as possible. Even after 10 or so heists you still get under paid and whenever you press him on this his only response is "soon". Unfortunately for his darling, soon means practially never (unless he's certain that you won't leave afterwards).

Now I believe that Jet would be an isolating and/or monopoly yandere due to his arrogance and superiority complex. He sees your time and attention as a competition, a competition he can't lose. I agree that he'd use his title of leader to merit himself more time with his darling and less time with everybody else. He considers himself to be far more superior than everyone else. Because of this, he assumes that out of anybody you could choose to spend time with, you'd obviously choose him. So he's just doing you a favour! Right?

Even if you straight up tell him that you don't wanna be around him he'll just wave it off and chalk it up to you having a bad day, which leads to him unintentionally gaslighting you. He'll immediately blame everybody else for your bad mood and tries to act less harsh on you.

For most of the time his behaviour is best described as "tough love" as he always tries to push you to do your hardest on missions. This normally goes without any words of affirmation but he will occasionally say a "good job", unless if Wave or Storm are present to which he only says it under his breath.

Though there are some rare moments where Jet acts "soft" around you, for example if he notices you're bothered by something he'll kick everyone out of the room and listen to any of your problems. He won't have any advice for you but he'll still be there to listen.

He doesn't really mean to be so hard on you, he just wants you two to be a power duo. He wants you both to be the wealthiest treasure hunters in the galaxy. Unfortunately, he struggles to make that possibility happen without upsetting you in the process.

Wave is a Wrong Idea & Clingy yandere.

I could definitely see Wave being a wrong idea yandere due to wanting her darling to only own gadgets made by her. After all, how dare they try and one-up her!

She wants to do everything she can to impress you. The need for your approval doesn't come from the joy of an ego boost (okay maybe sometimes :p) but instead a reminder of her place in your life. She wants to be your number one, the person you go to whenever you have a problem, even if it's a minor one. Wave is a huge over-achiever and doesn't settle for anything less than amazing.

Unfortunately this can lead to her getting a little carried away. You're having a slight problem with the kettle or coffeemaker? Bam! Now it's fixed and it also has voice recognition along with 6 other new features. She notices that your bedroom door gets a little jammed? Bam! Problem solved! Also it requires fingerprint authorisation to open now and if someone that isn't you (or her) tries to open it then you'll get a message sent straight to you both. (Also it has a built in taser).

Now as far as she's concerned, if you have a problem, there's nobody else who will fix it as good as she will and she's willing to prove that. Much like Jet, she's oblivious to the fact that she might actually be the problem.

The reason I put Wave as being a clingy yandere was because I could imagine her always wondering about what you'd think of her latest creation. She'd open the door to your room in the middle of the night and drag you out of bed to proudly show you the newest update on her extreme gear. Prior to this she'd make you a cup of coffee or tea to drink before waking you up, it's the least she could do for waking you up at 2am. While she pridefully explains all of the new features, you stand there absolutely lost and still half-asleep. The fact that she doesn't dumb anything down for you makes you even more lost (if possible).

Usually during the day if nothing is planned then she works or researches an ancient tech the group found in your company. She normally resides in your room while you both sit in comfortable silence. Most of the time your doing something in the background while every now and then you're interrupted by Wave asking for a second opinion or showing off a finished piece.

She isn't very clingy in the sense that she's very affectionate but she's always around you. If anything, you'd have to be the one to initiate it since any kind of affection makes her red and flustered.

She's actually pretty harmless overall apart from the usual rude remarks towards anyone you're close with out of jealousy (especially if it's the Sonic Team).

(Tbh I really wanted to write about a wrong idea yandere cuz they're one of my favourite types and I thought she might suit it.) (Just realised that she might be a bit more of a possessive yandere rather than a clingy one but idk.)

Storm is a Caring & Protective yandere.

Like you mentioned before, he's a gentle giant. Whereas he usually tries to seem tough towards others, he's a big softie around his darling. He's often flustered and stammering for no reason around you. He just thinks you're so amazing and doesn't wanna accidentally scare you off. Though his fidgeting, lack of eyecontact and stuttering can seem obnoxious and off-putting, he only means well.

With the only other two people in his life being Wave and Jet (who certainly aren't the nicest), it hasn't really taught him how to express his feelings well. Due to being awkward whenever he tries to give affection, he'll normally just murmur out a "you look nice today". If you're already a part of the Babylon Rogues, then more often than not he'll tell you that you did a good job out there before nervously patting you on the shoulder or head after completing a heist.

He's definitely a caring yandere imo. He always tries his best to keep you happy and can't stand to see you down. Although he's the most awkward of the three he's still by far the most affectionate. Whenever you're down he'll try to cheer you up with an accidentally bone-crushing hug (it's the thought that counts). Not only that but he's the least clingy of the three. He'd obviously want to be around you often much like any other yandere would, but he still respects your privacy.

I agree that he'd believe that with enough time you'd be as devoted as himself. Although a part of him is still protective of you and wants to keep you safe, he won't bother you too much. Whenever he hears that you're going to out hang with a friend, he only asks a few small teeny tiny questions: Who is it? Where will you be/what places are you going to? How long are you going to stay there? What will you be doing? How safe is it? When will you be back? Nothing much, right?

He allows you to hangout with almost anyone except Knuckles (he will begrudgingly allow for anyone else in the Sonic Team).

If anyone were to hurt or insult you, then they're swiftly met with a hard punch to the face and an angry albatross demanding that they apologise. Followed up by him asking if you're okay for the rest of the day.

Storm trusts you to death. He will never doubt in anything you say. You could tell him the most obvious lie and he'll take your word for it. I can and can't see him being super naive so I'd expect that he'd play along since he doesn't wanna rudely call you out on anything. He's usually worried that he might do or say something that'll make you think less of him, so he appreciates any reassurance.

After all, he wants you at his side forever! So he has to make sure that he doesn't let you down and can't let you get hurt.

(I really liked the idea of Jet and Wave being tsundere yanderes while Storm was an awkward sweetheart. I wanted to write more about Jet and Wave being touch-starved tsunderes but I realised that I had probably written a novel at this point so I left it out.)

I really really hope you don't take this as me trying to steal your spotlight or anything! I love your work and it inspired me to have a go at coming up with something myself!

Thank you so much for your time, I really appreciate it! Have a good one! :)

(Also again sorry this is so long I got carried away 😅)

🐋~ anon

Anon, dear, the amount of times I've re-read this is absurd.

There were parts in Jet's part that made me laugh, like the fact that he'd essentially pay you the amount you'd get working in customer service, though will only budge & give you a higher pay (though not much) if you remain stubborn & I can perfectly imagine Jet's face while doing so.

His ego tends to lead to his arguments with Wave (whether or not she's a yandere too) with her arguing that he either spends too much time with us or he hogs out attention too much & he argues that, he's the leader! Of course he deserves more time with you! This just baffles everyone, except him & you ( atleast according to him). I agree that he'd just blame anyone & anything but him, you aren't upset at him, you just woke up in a bad mood! Honestly if he didn't master gaslighting then, he definitely does now with you (whether intentionally or not).

Wave is an overachiever by nature & knows few can come close to her level of intelligence (besides Tails) & as such, she'll eat up any praise directed at her. I agree that she'd more often than not go overboard with her inventions, for her it's a constant reminder of her place I'm your life & forever hopes that you'll run to her with whatever issue you have. Though I would warn, don't let her catch you accepting some gadget that wasn't made by her or going to someone else with an issue, she'll view it as being replaced/not being number one, that never happens to her! She's the best at fixing your problems! She also completely denies & refuses to entertain the idea that she's the root of your problems, what do you mean she's the reason behind your current problems? she can't be!

Wave dragging you out of bed just to show you her latest project as if she hasn't slept (girl rest) & y/n with a cup of coffee/tea while she explains everything but the fact she doesn't dumb anything down so you think she's speaking in another language & you're just standing there like

This will live in my head rent free from now on

I am such a sucker for soft yanderes & thinking of Storm being one brings a huge smile to my face. I like to think that Storm is fully aware of his brute strength & so, fights with himself because on one hand, he wants to give you the biggest, warmest bear hugs he can offer, but on the other hand, he fears he might accidentally break a bone as he does tend to forget how strong he is & while that does upset him, he more than makes up for it by words of affirmation! Expect him to shyly compliment you daily & I can guarantee you, it is the cutest thing you'll ever see. Storm isn't one to insert himself in others businesses & with you that doesn't change. He doesn't ask much, he trusts that you can take care of yourself! But if he ever overhears someone talking shit about you, man can get scary real quick, man's protective & if he has to use his stature to care others then so be it.

This man 100% trusts you, I kinda imagine that he never believes that you can intentionally lie & considers that you were just misinformed, saying something along the lines of like "Okay um... Well, last time I checked, [xyz] can't do that" or "That doesn't really sound like something Wave/Jet would say"

Storm's a good boy who's trying his best for you!

#grizz responds #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere Team Babylon Rogues #yandere Jet the Hawk #yandere Wave the Sparrow #yandere Storm the Eagle #not yandere writing #🐋 anon #don't worry anon #I don't consider this stealing under any circumstance #don't worry

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