#yandere clown family

[doobean]

FAMILY AFFAIRS - ISAGI YOICHI

synopsis: You've got everything in life. A happy marriage with the love of your life, a new job, and you have enough savings to buy a new house! Luckily enough, your kind stepbrother offers to come with you to the open house tour while your husband is busy and away. Nothing can go possibly wrong, right?

contents: explicit content, afab!fem!reader, stepbro!isagi, reader is married to sae, reader also wears a dress hehe, cheating, manipulation, dub-con, step cest, isagi is jealous and is a bully, kinda borderline yandere!isagi, hickeys, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, creampies, pet names/name-calling, dumbification, doggy/missionary/mating press, ass slapping, dacryphilia, light choking, having sex while on a phone call (oral), mirror sex, mdni word count: 3.9K a/n: part 1 of my kinktober event! idk probably the filthiest thing I've ever written in my life idk what to make of it but enjoy (im sorry sae whoops) and i swear im a good girl

Compared to how most remarriages go, you have to say that your family is part of the lucky ones.

It happened back in high school, where all the weird emotions and hormones of a teenager are at its high but, surprisingly, your stepbrother and stepfather were extremely easy-going people. And they still are. Your stepfather treats your mom with utmost care and grace, something you haven't seen in a while since your biological father stepped out of your life. 

Your stepbrother, now a pro football player, is almost a carbon copy. Growing up, Isagi has always been willing to help out around the house, staying up to help you study for exams throughout undergrad and, even now, he's offering to come with you to do something that'll take up half of his off day. 

"Hey," You shut your phone after sending a brief message to your husband as Isagi hops into the driver’s seat, hair slightly damp and wearing an oversized hoodie with a pair of sweats as he had just gotten out of the shower. "Thanks for coming with me, you didn’t have to."

Your stepbrother shrugs his shoulders in response as he adjusts the side and rearview mirrors before starting the ignition. "I’ve got nothing going on today. Besides," Isagi eyes you playfully and pinches your exposed thighs between your dress leg slits. "Who knows what might happen if I let you go off by yourself?"

You return the favor with a light slap over his head, earning a loud yelp from the male. "It’s just an open house tour, not like I’m going off to war."

He scoffs cheekily, fixing his hair. "Yeah, but the realtor could be a serial killer or worse—" Isagi leans towards you and lowers his voice. "—an undercover clown."

You shrink, back pressing against the car door, and laugh. "The only undercover clown I see here is you.”

"You’re so lame." Isagi huffs before stepping on the gas pedal.

After a quick game of rock, paper, and scissors over who gets possession of the aux, he begrudgingly accepts defeat and allows you to play everything but country. When he manages to get on the highway, he speaks again, turning down the music volume just slightly. "What’s Sae up to these days? I hardly see him come to our family functions anymore."

You stop humming to the current song and break your gaze from the window. There's a small frown that forms, without you realizing it, and you bite your lips. "You know how his schedule usually is. Campaigns and interviews got him busier nowadays. But he should be landing home later." 

"Later today?" Isagi quirks a brow.

You nod, shifting in your seat. "Mhm, he said he’ll call me once the flight lands. Why?"

There’s a long pause before Isagi answers, shrugging his shoulders, and turns at the exit. "No reason."

The drive there is relatively smooth. You guys pass the time with quick snippets of what's going on in your lives since Isagi had just returned overseas from a match and, despite not really knowing the ins and outs of football that much, you're still willing to listen to whatever he's rambling on about. It's one of the small things that you adore about Isagi, he's shamelessly passionate about his career, and oddly enough, the conversation gives you a burst of energy. 

You shoot back with your own life updates, though a bit more mild and mundane to his travels and exciting goals. You briefly mention a new job promotion, your closest friends announcing their pregnancy, Sae's new ad campaigns, and all the other houses you've toured within the past three months. The current house you're viewing today seems promising and within Sae's expected pay range.

From what you've seen online, it's a three-story house built near the edge of a hill with an attached infinity pool, a masterchef-styled kitchen, and a private built-in gym. You don't really need all of that, but who are you to deny your husband's generosity? 

Isagi lets out a long whistle when he pulls up next to the realtor's car on the long, winding driveway. "You're seriously gonna be living here?" He seems to be in disbelief at the size and so are you. It's a lot bigger in person than what the pictures offer. 

"Maybe," You hop out of the car, brushing off any sort of dust collecting to your dress, and adjust your purse straps. "Hopefully, this will be the one."

While you didn’t think the realtor would be a creep, Isagi wasn’t wrong when he suggested tagging along. Upon entering the house, the realtor immediately makes an unwarranted comment about your figure, commenting on how nicely the dress hugs your body before offering his hand. Isagi intercepts smoothly by introducing himself as your boyfriend, which honestly came out of left field, but at least the realtor backed off for the remainder of the tour. After an hour of showcasing, the agent hands his business card to Isagi and nearly stumbles over his feet when leaving the property.

"Is he gone?"

Isagi pulls one of the curtains aside and nods. "Yeah, his car isn’t in the driveway anymore."

"Ugh, it’s a shame but at least the place is nice." You briefly snap a couple of photos of the living room and kitchen. "I think we might put in an offer by the end of the week."

"It's not too far from my place either," Isagi adds. He wanders around the kitchen some more, pulling the cabinet drawers open and playing with the faucets carefree now that the agent is out of sight. "Think I could crash here sometime?" He jokes.

"As much as I love having your annoying ass around, I think not." You giggle when a cute pout forms on his lips. "Okay, maybe like once a month." It's hard to say no to your stepbrother sometimes.

You meet up with him in the kitchen, hands gently gliding across the marble kitchen countertop and stopping when Isagi manages to pull out an unopened champagne bottle from the fridge. He waves it around for a bit before signaling at the glasses in the cupboards. 

Isagi bites his lips thoughtfully. "You wanna?" 

Why not? It's been quite the ride to get here and you like to think of this as an early celebration. You pull out two glasses and eagerly watch as Isagi opens the bottle. He fumbles a bit with the top and a good amount of the liquid starts spilling out, dripping over the countertop and onto the floor.

"Shit, wait let me clean that up—" He rushes to grab a nearby towel though you beat him to it with your own pair of napkins from your purse.

"It's okay, I've got it, Yoichi." You start to bend down but he grabs a hold of your wrist, forcing you back up. 

"No," His tone is firm and you could've sworn there's something fleeting that flashes across his eyes for a moment. "Let me take care of it." 

And for whatever reason, you let him. "Alright..."

Isagi takes his time cleaning up the spill. He's careful like that, maybe because he knows you're insistent on buying this property. Knowing him, he wants to make sure everything is perfect. 

His hands stop when it reaches your shoes and you feel your breath catching in your throat. The sight of him on his knees triggers a reaction you can't quite understand. You shove the thoughts away and cough loud enough once you notice him hesitating. 

"Is there something wrong?" Your voice comes out faint, almost breathy. 

"It got on your dress," Isagi states casually, lifting his head to meet your confused gaze. "Mind if I get that for you?" He whispers the last part as if there's a hidden intention behind his words. 

You're not sure if your dress got wet. You're positive that nothing spilled on it. But, according to your kinder-spirited stepbrother, there are a few spots and you suppose it'll be bad to leave it unattended. 

"Sure," You answer on instinct.

"That's good," Isagi begins dabbing the cloth gently against the fabric, slowly making his way up until he's hovering over your pelvis. 

You have no idea why you're starting to feel yourself burn all over the place. It feels like Isagi is taking mental pictures of your figure, storing them all in his head as you feel his eyes trace your skin. Goosebumps start trailing down your arms and you shift your legs together. "Yoichi—"

Isagi stops his motions and tips his head down, letting his bangs fall over his eyes. He lets the towel fall to the floor and you twitch when you begin to feel his callous palms hiking all the way up your legs. It's strangely hypnotic, watching your stepbrother do this and you're not sure why you're allowing it to happen. Everything begins to feel hazy, surreal, and wrong. 

Your gut twists on itself inside out when his fingers toy with the waistband of your panties. Surely, there are some champagne spills there? Right? Maybe that's why you feel comfortable spreading your legs for him to clean it up. The two of you silently exchange dazed glances when you guide his hands, brushing the panties to the side of your legs as your heat gains exposure to the air.

"Gotta clean this one too," He rasps out. And you take a deep, shuddering breath when Isagi's lips latch onto your folds, wasting no time with his tongue. You feel like your heart is going to pound out of your chest.

A thousand questions flood through your mind. Has he always viewed you this way? How are you going to present this to Sae? Should you even say anything to your husband at this point? They're the wrong questions to be focusing on, you know that better than anyone. In a split second, your healthy relationship with Isagi has opened so many cracks around its edges that it's now something completely irreparable. 

And you're ashamed of just how goddamn good this feels. 

"You're so sweet down here." Isagi's eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, already seemingly drunk off of you. 

Your eyes threaten to flutter shut as his tongue traces around, larping up your intoxicating slick. Isagi lets out a low groan when your fingers run through his hair, gripping it just slightly forward enough to allow his nose to brush against your aching nerve.

All of this comes crashing down when a familiar ringtone goes off. You nearly jump at the rapid vibrations from your purse and hastily fish out your phone, heart dropping at the contact that's on the screen. 

"Pick it up, I'll be quiet." The way that easily comes out of his mouth makes you want to throw up.

You swallow back a moan and clench the phone tight in your hands. "Yoichi, I'm being serious...! If he finds out we're both dead!"

"Then make me."

His hot breath hovers over your clit as he looks up, masking his ill intentions behind his seemingly big, innocent eyes. Those very same eyes that would comfort you after a bad day, the same eyes that shine whenever you told him about an achievement—no matter how big or small—, and the very same eyes that are now clouded with something more sinister as he searches for an answer in your own pair.

"If you don't want it then push me away. Make up your mind or else Sae's gonna be worried." Isagi mocks your voice when attempting to say your husband's name. The way it rolls off his tongue makes your stomach churn and the wedding band on your hand suddenly feels unbearably tight.

You shouldn't. You know better. You're in love with Sae Itoshi and this—whatever this is—needs to stop.

"You're turning into a mess down here, sis." You attempt to close your legs together but his grip is like iron. Isagi tilts his head to the side and huffs over your nub. "I said push me, baby."

"Y-Yoi—" Your words get stuck in your throat as he 'accidentally' brushes his lips against your heat. Another dark glint flashes across his eyes and he grins.

You pick up the call and clear your throat, but your free hand wanders to your stepbrother's head, giving him the slightest nudge so that his nose brushes against your slick heat.

"Hi babe, how is everything?" You're trying so hard to level your voice.

"Just landed," Sae replies. There are muffled voices in the background, which you assume are his bodyguards and paparazzi. After some awkward shuffling, he asks, "Are you at the property right now?"

"Yeah," You continue to tug at Isagi's hair, suppressing a moan when he flicks his tongue a bit too hard over your sensitive nub. "It's spacious and has a nice backyard, I—I think you'll like it." You're beginning to pant, almost whining, under your stepbrother's touch. 

"Mhm, send over pictures when you can. Is Isagi with you right now?"

You nearly choke out a sob as his fingers begin to edge their way inside. "Y-Yes!" You sputter out, launching forward as your knees begin to grow weak.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You can't stop the twitching and bucking of your legs. Isagi notices and wraps a free arm around the back of your legs, keeping you upright and pressed against his face. "I-I'm fine, why?" You breathe out.

"You sound like you're sick." Sae is concerned. Concerned for your well-being while you are currently getting fingered by your stepbrother. 

You almost cry when you feel Isagi’s fingers slip out of your sloppy folds. He gets up from his knees, gripping your waist as you stumble forward from the loss in pleasure, and grabs a hold of your phone. As if he's playing a game, Isagi holds up a finger to his lips, silently asking you to keep quiet. It’s almost scary how fast you see him transition from being an absolute monster to back to being your loving stepbrother all in a second. 

Even with his mouth covered in your slick, he clears his throat and speaks with confidence to Sae. "She's feeling a bit down now but I'll drive her back once we're done."

"Is that so?" Sae lets out a heavy sigh. "Thanks, Isagi. I should be back before dinner so keep me updated."

"Anytime, we'll see you later!" Isagi grins over the line before twisting his head down at you. "Sis, do you have anything else to say?" There is it. That look again. His smile sends shivers down your legs as he presses the device to your ear, rubbing it firmly against the side of your face. 

You can't find the power within you to break free from Isagi's taunting gaze. The way his lips grow wider as fear washes over yours makes you only fall for his touch just more. It's almost addicting as much as it's wrong.

"I love you, Sae." You force out the words and your stepbrother has the audacity to laugh.

Thankfully, Sae doesn't hear it. "I love you too. I'll talk to you guys later." And the line drops.

Isagi doesn't give you time to recollect your thoughts as he plunges his fingers back into your warmth. Your body staggers under him, hips matching his feverous rhythm, throwing the last of your morals out the window.

"Oh my god—!"

"You love him, yeah?" He hums in the crook of your neck and presses his hardened length against your plush thighs. "Love him more than me?" Isagi coos.

You throw your head into his chest, eyes shut tight, and inhale his stimulating scent. "I love him, y-yes I do...!" You fumble over the words and make a mournful sound.

"Is that so? Well, it doesn't matter either way—" Isagi drags you easily in his arms to the bedroom and positions himself behind you while facing the full-body mirror by the closet. "—because you're going to be screaming out my name." He pulls down your dress straps and starts leaving hungry, sloppy kisses across your neck and shoulder blades.

A shaky breath escapes your lips and you shut your eyes, tilting your head to the side, allowing him even more access. "Yoi..."

"Look at yourself, sis." His sudden sharp tone makes your eyes shoot up. His sweatpants fall down around his thighs and you see him stroking his thick length in the mirror. Isagi presses it against your increasingly wet folds, groaning from how easily your body accepts him, and gives your ass a harsh slap. "Watch how I fuck you."

You can barely recognize yourself in the mirror. Lipstick smeared, tears pooling at your eyes from a mixture of pleasure and guilt, dress straps slipping off your flushed shoulders, and the numerous amounts of hickeys from your stepbrother marred against your skin. And you still have that damn wedding ring on.

Isagi sucks his teeth in as he watches your chest rise and fall when he slowly enters you. The feeling is different compared to Sae's. 

Your stepbrother's cock is thicker and angled more to the right, hitting and stretching out spots that you didn't know existed. Once you bottom him out, Isagi pulls back his hips before snapping them back into place. Just one thrust from him is enough to knock the air out of you. He keeps repeating the motion until you're a writhing mess and a puddle from your heat collects onto the hardwood floor.

"A-Ah—w-wait fuckfuckfuck...!"

Isagi snatches your face in his hand and pulls you up against his chest, making his cock nest deeper into your velvety walls. "Visit me often, yeah? It's not fair that he gets to fuck this pretty pussy every day."

You let out a muffled moan when Isagi collides his lips against yours, his tongue immediately seeking refuge in your mouth. Everything feels so hazy, so intense, nothing like this reminds you of how sweet and gentle Isagi usually treats you.

"Baby," He breathes, relocating his hand on your face to your neck, he gives it a tender squeeze. "I'm better, aren't I?" Isagi lets out a whine when he feels your insides tightening up around him. 

Your eyes are glossed over, drool seeping out from the edge of your mouth as you mumble, "I—I don’t know… I’m—aaah…”

"Huh? What was that?" He pulls back, keeping the tip in, and chuckles when he watches your face twist in disappointment at the loss of feeling. "Say it and I'll give you what you want."

Isagi watches your reflection, paying close attention to the way your lips quiver at your next words. It's almost as if he's getting off at seeing your internal conflict with tears sticking hot against your lashes. Finally, you give in. "Y-You're better, Yoichi... you fill me up more than Sae..."

His eyes widen with glee. "That's what I fucking thought." Within seconds, he adjusts his grip on your hips and snaps back into your puffy folds. "If he ever makes you cry, you know your big brother is going to take care of you, right? No one can take care of you like I can."

You catch your breath when his toned biceps lift you in his arms. The second your back meets the mattress, his length stretches your hot entrance again. 

"Shit, it's like you're made for me," Your legs hang limp over his shoulders as he presses deeper. "You take me in so good."

You pant uncontrollably under him, wanting to start sentences but being unable to finish as his thrusts and the lewd wet sounds from your heat bounce off the walls. You can tell by the dark look in Isagi's eyes that he relishes in the feeling of making you feel overwhelmed and stimulated. Every time when you call out his name, when your moans are forced out by his animalistic thrusts, he clenches his grip harder around you. 

"Get on your knees, baby," Isagi coos and he lets out a dark chuckle when you obediently nod.

You struggle to get on all fours, lower body shaken to its core from the intense raw pleasure. You’re taken aback when you see the sheer amount of sweat and other bodily fluids that stain the mattress sheets beneath you. While you're brain is trying to process how on earth you guys are going to clean this up, Isagi has taken hostage your hips again, lifts your dress up, and is already repositioning himself from behind. With a swift swipe of his tip, he claims his territory once again. 

"Fuck," He hisses, watching the plump of your ass jiggle at every thrust he makes. His other hand twists underneath you, digits finding their home on your clit. "You make the sweetest sounds, you know that?" 

A familiar coil builds in your stomach. A feeling that has brought you and Sae closer dozens of times before. Only, this time, you feel yourself about to come undone by the hands of a different man. As his fingers work their final motion around your throbbing clit, your vision turns foggy, and your body slumps onto the mattress as your orgasm washes over you. Isagi groans as your walls fluctuate and squeeze desperately around his length, sending him close to his own ending. 

His fingers dig deep into the flesh of your ass, leaving half-crescent moons, as he pumps streaks of white inside and pulls out immediately, allowing some to finish dribbling out on your back. The sight of you spasming with the combination of both your and his fluids spewing out causes him to moan in delight.

"Once a month, right?" He repeats your earlier promise, hot breath ticking your wet skin. When he realizes that you're too dumb-fucked to respond back, he reaches over and attempts to wipe the sweat collecting on your face. His normal bright smile comes back and it's like nothing has changed. "Let's get ready to meet up with Sae."

There's a heavy shift in the air when dinner arrives. 

Isagi had graciously offered his hoodie to cover up the hickeys, knowing damn well that your husband is going to see them regardless when you return to your shared apartment. Still, Isagi believes he's still doing his due diligence as a good stepbrother.

You're sitting across from Sae and have been avoiding both males' gazes throughout the evening. From the second you sat down, to the moment Sae kissed your cheek, it felt so hard to breathe. You're not sure if Isagi is helping or making the situation worse by rubbing his hand back and forth on your thigh. 

It's almost an hour into dinner and you've only taken three bites and are on your third glass of wine. Being the attentive husband he is, Sae picks up on your uneasiness and sets down his fork.

"Everything alright?" Sae eyes the two of you across the table.

"Yeah," Isagi speaks for you and curls an arm around your shoulder. "She's just feeling under the weather, remember?" 

You're too overwhelmed by everything going on, so you lean into his touch, hands gripping your thighs in the process like you're trying to crush something, knuckles white and fingertips bruising. 

You hate how going back to your husband's arms after this, talking about your future together, and potentially starting a family—all of it seems like it's the most daunting feeling in the world.

KINKTOBER TAGLIST (PART I)

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Some bonus stuff isnt listen here but you can find them by searching up the tags in their respective fics <3

For those interested in the ones with art, all of my art posts have the tag #opossumdoodles on them !

ADRIAN 🖤 YANDERE! BULLY X READER || PART 2 || PART 3 || Ftm Darling w/ Top Scars

BRANDON 🏈 JOCK X READER || PART 2 || PART 3 || w/ AMAB Student Council Reader

VALETH ⚔️ YANDERE! ORC X READER || PART 2

BO, SCREW, SODA, RIBS 💀 ZOMBIE HORDE X READER || w/ FtM Darling w/o Top Surgery || PART 2 || MtF Reader Looking for a Cure || zombo hcs + art || FtM Reader on Their Period || Abusive Family Finds Reader || Tending To Reader's Wounds || Soda Hates WIne || Zombo HCs || Child Reader || How do they feel about breeding?

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DORIK 🔥 DEMON X READER || PART 2

KALVA 🪶 HARPY X READER

JASPER 🥀 YANDERE! GOTH X READER || PART 2 || Opposite Reader

VICTOR, GARRICK, SILAS🌙 POLY! VAMPIRES X READER || PART 2

BARON ♠️ YANDERE! BODYGUARD X READER || Affectionate Reader || PART 2

CASPIAN 🌊 YANDERE! SIREN X READER || PART 2

HALLOW 🦋 YANDERE! CLOWN X READER

ASHVAN 🌾 YANDERE! MINOTAUR X READER

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ALISTAIR 👑 YANDERE! KING X READER

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Multiple Yanderes:

When Their Darling Simps For A Fictional Character

Asking Them If They Can Squeeze Their Chest

I dont even know what to name this one

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Disabled! Reader w/ Mobility Disability

Darling Gives Them Love Bites

Happy Birthday Darling!!

Easiest to Hardest Yans To Escape From

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AWESOME FANART!!

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Possumb by @nikasho

Ribs and Screw by @koifish67

Zombie Horde by @gaggedgraveyard

More Zomboys!! by @cursedsnail-slug

little bastard cooking by @nikasho?

Caspian by @ajadoodler

Soda by @treasured-e

Banjo by @smallcactus22 (fun fact, my dad has this one saved on his computer <3)

Hallow and Soda by @treasured-e

Realistic Banjo!! by @getmoxied

Axel Bear Hug!! by @theminotaurslover

Axel by @hungaara

Axel and Small Darling by @mellsfern

Axel in a Maid Dress by @mellsfern

Dorik and Jasper by @rachaeldafrog

Dorik by @sonderrealization

Alistair and Darling by @gachaclubideas

Valeth!! by @phoenix-nerd

Ribs, Screw, Soda, Bo and Dorik by @ezraa-kelz

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Axel Playlist by @questioningstressing

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[yandere-romanticaa]

🍂 tear you apart.

❝ i want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart. as i whisper in your ear - i want to fucking tear you apart. ❞

yandere! various! ghostface! characters x gn! reader.

inspired by the song "tear you apart" by she wants revenge.

just a compilation of characters that i think would be interesting for this. happy friday the 13th!

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 ! (genshin impact.)

After years of training and endless carnage, it's only natural for a person to develop specific tastes for the darker aspects of life. Battle and blood were Childe's bread and butter but due to his friendly and frankly charming exterior no one could tell that the young man was a ruthless killer.

Provided that he hides his Harbinger status that is.

There were times when his status was a hastle but there were always some perks, always some string for him to pull and make everything go in the way he wanted them to go. Sometimes, that would include people.

But now, that included you.

Upon first meeting him there was an addictive and boyish charm to the ginger haired man and he had you completely wrapped around his fingers. His pockets were deep but so was his heart and frankly, how dare you just steal it? How dare you be so careless? Don't get him wrong, he wasn't mad per say but he still wanted to teach you a lesson or two, just to make it all stick to your feeble little mind.

He started with your neighbors first.

Childe watches comfortably from high above, hidden away in a tea shop as natives of Liyue Harbor scamper back to their homes as darkness nears. A serial killer is on the loose and the shop owner in which Childe was in had no idea that he just served the man responsible for the deaths of 3 different families. He sipped his tea with content, his heart pounding with excitement. The blade in his pocket was itching for its next victim but he had to be patient.

Patience was a virtue after all.

And once he was done, he was going to claim his prize.

In the meantime, he was going to be nothing less than a sweet and doting friend who was just worried for you. It was only a matter of time when you would fall into his greedy hands and you didn't even know it.

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐆𝐎𝐋 ! (bungo stray dogs.)

Meeting him was not by choice but you were bound by fate, or so the clown liked to tease.

He stopped you on the street in order to show you a card trick. It was simple but it did the job, he impressed you even if just barely. You'd sigh and turn your head but Nikolai did not fail to see the blush on your cheeks.

He was a man on a mission. Why not indulge himself, just for a little bit?

The public always was fond of a good show and why not give them one in the form of a crazy mass murderer? Donning on a mask and a long black cape his escapade began, his ability was so useful for this.

However, you were always his favorite target.

It started out small, at first. He would use his ability to touch you and to steal your things, particularly if he knew you were alone at home. Seeing that confused expression on your face became a past time of his. His fingers would brush against your cheeks, his touch barely there, like a wandering phantom. Sometimes he would be bolder and press his hand gently against your ribs, maybe even be cheeky and smack your behind ever so playfully.

After a few weeks of this song and dance, watching wasn't enough.

You answered his first call, which pleased him greatly. He gave you impossible riddles and forced you to answer humiliating and degrading questions, all under the threat that he was in your house and was going to kill you lest you complied.

Of course, he had no intentions of doing that. Perhaps he would one day. But for now, he would continue to paint the streets crimson with blood and make you squirm in your seat.

It became his reason for living.

𝐊𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐀 & 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 ! (honkai star rail.)

Ah, these two psychos. Where do I start?

Their plans are at first glance, all over the place. Attacks are random and they do not necessarily always go for the big fish too. Sometimes it's a poor street vendor who was just doing their job but his life meant nothing in the end.

Kafka was the main mastermind. Blade was the one who did most of the dirty work.

Her plans were meticulous, deadly. She would come crawling to you from the shadows, her jacket draped over your shoulders as she'd coo into your ear, her face bloody from her latest victim as she toyed with her mask, a carefree smile on her face. You couldn't see him but Blade was also behind you, his presence was impossible to miss. He was large and imposing, like a phantom that couldn't find peace.

Could you perhaps give him something that he couldn't have? If he can't have you in life, can he have you in death?

There was no escaping them, never ever. Dare to try and there would be consequences.

They were so in love with you to the point of madness. The question was - were they going to keep you alive and leashed or were they just that insane to stab you in the heart?

If they can't have you, no one can.

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 ! (Moriarty the Patriot.)

The streets of London are filled to the brim with gossip and paranoia as the Lord of Crime made his move the previous evening, slaughtering yet another poor noble in his family home. The papers reported that his own children found the corpse, the poor little things.

You hurried to show William the morning paper, morbidly curious about his opinion on this.

Said man could be found lounging about in a cushy, plush red love seat, a hot cup of tea served in front of him by none other than his brother. The two were lost in their own chatter until you abruptly stopped them. Like a sudden storm you pounced on William, his red eyes widening in shock as he tried to calm you down with a sweet smile on his face. You bombarded him with endless questions - who could do something like this, why was it this messy, was the killer sending a message? - all of it came out at such lightning speed that William didn't really understand half of what you said.

It was wrong to corner him like this and let out your frustrations on the man this early in the morning. You knew every single person that died in these past few weeks, all of which were either minor annoyances or massive obstacles in your day to day life.

When it came down to it, their only connection was with you.

Was the police going to come knocking at your door? It was possible! You had no involvement with the crimes but it was incredibly suspicious how everything was connected, like a spiderweb that was being crafted day by day.

It was difficult for William to keep his smirk concealed that morning.

Hours had passed since that interaction and he was back at it, his new victim. He incorporated the fact that you were most likely going to be incriminated in this scheme but it was still in his best interest. It was not difficult to tamper with evidence and blackmail people if need be and best of all, you would always come running to him, scared and worried, for both yourself and the people around you. It was beyond precious how you tell him to not go after sun down, how you made sure to check to see if he was injured or ill.

If you kept doting him like this, he might just slit the throat of every single person that steps foot into London.

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[suiana]

Imagine platonic yandere birthday clown comforting birthday kid reader because poor kid make invited all of their classmate to their birthday party but no one showed up.

omg this happened to me before except there was no clown to comfort me 😇😇

(platonic yandere clown x gn kid reader)

"there there, it's okay kiddo-"

"no one came! and mommy prepared all this food-! hck..."

you sob into your palms, fat tears staining your shirt wet as the clown sighs. you know, he really was sorry for you. after all the effort your family did to make your birthday party and no one shows up...

do you know how much it saddens him? for a child to be exposed to the harshness of reality so early?

...

guess it's up to him to cheer you up then. but i mean, that's his job.

"kiddo those kids are just lame! they're missing out so don't worry haha-"

"you wouldn't get it mr clown! even my friends didn't join!"

the clown frowns and merely strokes your hair. man your classmates are such assholes. breaking your heart like this... it's so gut wrenching!

"....what if we get some ice cream first eh? your dear friend, mr clown will accompany you on your birthday!"

you sniffle, nodding slightly as you hug his leg. the clown gasp, cheeks turning slightly red as his heart warms at the cute sight.

huh... maybe it's a sign that he's the only one meant to be your friend...

#suiana's sinners #yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere clown #platonic yandere clown #yandere clown x reader

[hajimedics]

writing not one but two welcome home analysis in my google docs and reading clown's posts made me realize how a certain side of this community made wally so out of character. he's the most chill out of everyone in the neighborhood. he's an easygoing guy who's not good at reading/expressing emotions. he's so fixated on apples but not eating them. just apple. he paints slowly and draws simple paintings. he talks in a slow manner. he goes limp when hugged and doesn't get up when he falls. he founds joy in anything he or his friends do. he's not a sexy smooth talker who's lovesick/obsessed with you or any of his neighbors. he is literally just some guy. the average joe

also he really, REALLY loves his friends. especially home. he's very adamant about saving them. you can even say he's desperate. he doesn't understand "romantic love" the way humans do but his love for his friends is very true and genuine. to box it into simply "platonic" or "romantic" or "familial" kinda weakens it. he simply loves them extremely deeply, his bond with them is tight knit. he's not good with words or emotions but the way he reaches out to you in order to save them speaks volumes about the amount of love he has for them. he loves and cares so much about everyone and to see him getting depicted as a cult leader by the youtube community or an obsessed lovesick yandere by some tumblr people are just a bit hilarious to me lol. not to mention many of his traits can be easily seen as him being autistic and traumatized which just adds further to the stinger

I could go on and on about his character but it's reserved for another day in this google docs. anyways how's everyone doing

#welcome home #wally darling #hi. lol

[turtletaubwrites]

One Shots & Requests Masterlist

18+ ONLY. MDNI. SOME FICS CONTAIN DARK CONTENT. Currently writing for One Piece. All of these fics are NSFW and Fem!Reader unless marked otherwise. Content warnings and Ao3 links can be found on each post. This post updates frequently! Check out the main masterlist for completed and ongoing series, as well as WIP updates and announcements! One shots related to the poly fic We've All Got Needs can be read on their own, and are marked with a 💜

Ace 

The Only One I Want ~ (1657) ~ You have a delicious dream about a certain swordsman. Your boyfriend, Ace, is not pleased when you wake up. (Brief Zoro x Fem!Reader in a dream.)

My Pretty Little Thief ~ (2004) ~ Ace knows where he left his hat. But when it's not there, he hunts it down, only to discover the culprit. How can he convince the thief to return his precious hat?

Buggy 

You’d Do Anything For Me, Wouldn’t Ya, Doll? ~ (2104) ~ You are Captain Buggy’s Vicious Dagger, his blade tossing beauty that recently became his lover. You’d do anything for him, and tonight you prove it.

Crocodile

Wrong Side of the Bars ~ (3990) ~ Your promotion landed you in hell, otherwise known as Level 6 of Impel Down. All you wanted to do was work this shit job so you could move on up, but there's one prisoner that won't leave you alone. It turns out those long nights go by faster with a bit of company.

Cross Guild 

Numbers Game ~ Masterlist ~ (Oops. Turned into a series.) ~ You left your stable/boring life as an investment banker to have some adventure. Unfortunately, that sweet Warlord of the Sea didn't follow your financial advice, and now you and your clown are at the mercy of his biggest lender and his new business partner.

Katakuri

Sweet Abduction ~ (4084) ~ Part 2 ~ (2175) ~ Part 3 (End) ~ (3781) ~ Times are tough, and you're afraid you'll have to give up the family business, until you find people who cherish your work. Who knew making doughnuts would gain you the attention of an Emperor of the Sea, and her second son? Will your new life be as sweet as it seemed?

More fics below the cut 🖤

Law 

See How You Like It ~ (1927) ~ Law is back from another fiasco with the Straw Hats. You think he's cute when he's grumpy. He thinks you should have some more respect for your captain.

Bend Until You Break ~ Masterlist ~ (Oops. Turned into a series. Completed) ~ !! YANDERE!Law x Fem!Reader !! DARK CONTENT !! ~ You have struggled with mystery pains and injuries for most of your life, and had resigned yourself to suffer after every doctor told you there was nothing wrong. But when a world renowned doctor/pirate comes to town to offer aid in exchange for supplies, you decide to give hope one more chance. Maybe you'll finally find a doctor you can trust.

Misty Eyes ~ Masterlist ~ (Oops. Turned into a series. Ongoing) ~ (Includes Doflamingo x Fem!Reader in the past & flashbacks) !! DARK CONTENT !! ~ You were the weakest member of the Donquixote Family, so Doflamingo found another way you could serve him. Until your childhood crush found you, freeing you from those chains. What will Law expect in return?

Such a Softie ~ (461 ~ Drabble) (SFW) (GN!Reader) ~ Law is struggling to help you with your pain, until he has an idea. This is the coziest treatment you've ever received.

Luffy

My Favorite Kinds of Nights 💜 ~ (2375) ~ Part 2 ~ (3625) ~ You are enjoying a quiet moment away from the feast while the crew celebrates another victory. Your three partners, Robin, Sanji, and Zoro are occupied for the evening, so you take time to relax. Until you receive an unexpected request from your captain.

Multi and/or Character x Character

Same Time ~ (1123) ~ Zoro x Fem!Reader x Sanji ~ Your boyfriends are always arguing, but sometimes you're the one that wins the fight. Tonight the battle is for who gets to go first.

So What? ~ (SFW) ~ (1096) ~ Zoro x Sanji ~ An enemy catches Zoro eying Sanji in the middle of a fight. Zoro doesn't care, until they make the mistake of threatening the cook.

One Piece x Introverted!Reader (SFW) ~ Headcanons & Drabbles ~ Zoro, Sanji, and Robin

The Sounds You Made 💜 ~ (1422) ~ Sanji x Fem!Reader, Zoro x Fem!Reader ~ Sanji overhears you discussing and enjoying your casual arrangement with Zoro. He doesn't like the way Zoro talks to you, so he listens in to make sure you're okay.

Lucky Boy 💜 ~ (2561) ~ Sanji x Robin ~ Robin and Sanji have been dating you for a while, but tonight is their first date together. How will the cook and the archaeologist get along?

In Control ~ 💜 (2599) ~ Zoro x Robin ~ Robin and Zoro have been dating you for a while, but tonight is their first date together. How will the swordsman and the archaeologist get along?

You Never Shut Up, Do You? 💜 ~ (1323) ~ Zoro x Nami ~ Nami has watched you enjoy your poly relationships with Zoro and Sanji for a while. She's got an itch that needs scratching, and she decides to see if Zoro can help her out.

I Saw You First 💜 ~ (1451) ~ Part 2 ~ (1309) ~ Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader ~ You have a casual arrangement with Zoro, but he isn't happy that you'll be seeing Sanji tonight. He tries to get his mind off of things, but overhears you enjoying your time with the cook. Can he control his anger?

Touching What's Yours 💜 ~ (815) ~ Part 2 ~ (2344) ~ Part 3 ~ (6048) ~ Zoro x Sanji, Zoro x Fem!Reader x Sanji ~ You have a casual arrangement with Zoro, but he isn't happy that you had your first night with Sanji tonight. Zoro overheard some of your time together, and his rage kept him from sleeping. Instead, Zoro has gone to confront the cook for taking what's his.

Sanji 

Sleeping Beauty 💜 ~ (2646) ~ Your boyfriend has yet another kink he'd like to explore with you. You tell Sanji that you trust him to take care of you, even while you're sleeping.

Filthy Little Angel 💜 ~ (1323) ~ Sanji requests to try a new way to worship your body. You know your boyfriend will take good care of you.

Parted Lips (SFW) ~ (1734) ~ Sanji has made another meal just for you, but it's still too painful to eat. You open up to Sanji about your jaw pain, and he offers to help you work through it.

Sanji's Super Birthday Present 💜 ~ (988) ~ Part 2 (End) ~ (1105) ~ You work up the nerve to ask Franky for help with a gift for Sanji. You hope your birthday boy will like his new toy.

Gag Order ~ (3268) ~ You catch your boyfriend flirting with another woman, and you can't stop your worries. Until you decide to use your talents as a hypnotist to make sure you're the only one Sanji flirts with. He told you he only wants to be with you, so what's the harm in helping him keep that promise?

Shanks

A Good Catch ~ (4367) ~ Part 2 ~ (5030) ~ Part 3 ~ (4613) ~ Part 4 (End) ~ (4275) ~ You are an unlucky fisherwoman having a bad day, until a red haired pirate captain offers to help you out. You're pretty sure he only makes it worse.

Zeff

My Lovely Patron ~ (1300) ~ Part 2 ~ (1922) ~ You are a journalist following a story about fishmen attacking a floating restaurant. You try to ply the head chef with wine for some details, but end up getting something else instead.

Zoro

Just a Dream ~ (1288) ~ You have a delicious dream about your captain's brother. Your boyfriend, the first mate, is not pleased when you wake up. (Brief Ace x Fem!Reader in a dream)

Hogging the Blankets 💜 ~ (1210) ~ Zoro hogged the blankets, so you try to wake him. He tells you what you need to do now that you've woken him up.

Fighting Dirty 💜 ~ (2341) ~ You can’t help it when you get distracted by Zoro during training sessions, so he brings the sparring mats to the bedroom to teach you a lesson.

Mama Bear ~ (2606) ~ (Modern AU) ~ You're a gogo dancer, and you bring Zoro to a rave on your night off, wanting to show your boyfriend what that part of your life is like. Zoro can't help but notice how much you like to take care of people, and he has some thoughts on the matter.

Zoro x GN!Swordsman!Reader (with a powerful/unique sword) (SFW) ~ Headcanons & Drabble

A Swordsman's Shame ~ (SFW) (GN!Reader) ~ (1530) ~ You and Zoro have the same dream, and it's built a passion between you. But something has been holding you back, keeping you from opening yourself up to your crewmate, your rival, your fellow swordsman.

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[satanic-witchcraft]

Please remember this is a fan-made Alternative universe, this content isn't cannon! <3

I had two folks ask me to do Yandere/Lovesick AU wally's reaction to you trying to escape after playing hide and seek with him! So of course I jumped on it right away!

Tw: Kidnapping, manipulation, controlling/possessive unhealthy behavior, yandere themes, implied violence, aggressive behavior, etc!

(PLEASE NOTE BEFORE WATCHING, Although mayhaps disturbing, this is Not meant to be sexually suggestive or SA implied in ANY way!! That goes against two of my own boundaries! So please don't think that it's implied in they audio, it's not! <3 this is just for spooks!)

‼️please go support wally's ACTUAL voice actor, @DaFrankiestein!🩷🩷🩷‼️

The art & characters used are by clown/party coffin!🩷Go support them and donate to their Kofi of you can!

Subtitles, Wally speaking: [from a distance] Neighbor! I'm back! I got that stuff you-..want-..ed.... [footsteps] Neighbor?! Neighbor where did you- go. Oh, Hello neighbor! How did you get all the way over there? And out of your constraints. No no no no, I don't want to hear your excuses. Come here... I said Come Here. ...That's what I thought. Neighbor, why are you wasting your time? You know there's no way out of this house! I had home make sure all the doors are locked up Nice and Tight. Hahaha! I am curious though on how you got out of your... Well, ropes. [silence] Ohh, I see. Don't wanna talk do you? As expected I suppose. Alright, let's get you tied back up. You're honestly.. Aggravating me, Neighbor. And you're wasting all of your valuable time that you could be spending with me! [annoyed sigh] trying to get back to those.. Pesky other neighbors and Those.. friends and family, you don't need them! You have me and you have home, what else could you possibly need other than... Food and shelter which I'm providing you anyway. [pause] ...all silent now are we? Probably because you realized i was right. I'm always right, Neighbor! Haha! Don't forget that.

#yandere wally darling #yandere wally x Y/N #wally x you #wally x reader #wally x y/n #welcome home puppet show #wally darling #welcome home #welcome home wally #wally darling welcome home #wally welcome home #wally darling my beloved #wally my beloved #welcome home arg #wh wally #wally #welcome home wally darling #voice impressions #voice impression

[leggerefiore]

Found You!

cw: implied yandere Volo

pairing: Volo/Reader

Readjusting to the modern world had been more difficult than you had expected. It was a strange experience to scare awake from the beeping of an alarm or forget how to work a computer after having gone so many months without it. That was just modern technology, too. The repetition of modern work and life felt so odd compared to the stress and uncertainty of Hisui. The safety and comfort so foreign after being bathed in danger and distress for so long.

Not to mention the strange hurt that you felt when reflecting upon the subtle loss of friends. No more could you spend time with the bumbling Professor Laventon, enjoy a battle and sweet with Adaman, or laugh along with Arezu at whatever her new hairstyle suggestion was to be. A shudder always went down your spine when you considered that they were long gone. Their deaths happening through the centuries you skipped through to return back to the modern era you were born to.

Maybe it was those complicated feelings that brought you to the Jubilife of your day and age. The city was bustling and large; the capital of the Sinnoh region. A shrine to the hard work of those you watched shed both blood and sweat to create this sanctuary during the Hisui era. It was nearly unrecognisable to the small village you had lived in during your time in the past. Everything was the most up-to-date here than the rest of Sinnoh. Towering buildings blocked the sky as people swarmed to walk every which way. You had felt your heart clench.

It was gone – you truly had returned to modern day.

The strange experience of Hisui was something you could put firmly behind you as some delusion the no one but a select few seemed even willing to entertain. It was isolating.

You were back home, surrounded by your friends and family, yet more alone than you had been in Hisui.

A sigh left you as you stopped before a large office building. Clowns danced outside, advertising some new modern tech-gadget that your brain cared little about analysing. You let out a sharp breath. Capturing Arceus after completing the PokeDex that Laventon had sought to make, it truly did feel like a dream. The deity challenged you to a battle and gave you a piece of it upon your victory. The Azure Flute had come with you to the modern day, too. You wondered what would happen if you returned to the Temple of Sinnoh.

The thought of the location sent another pang into your heart.

Volo.

You wondered how he had spent his days in Hisui. He had completely vanished after your confrontation at the temple. His true intentions… His actual plans… His kindness… His smile… Everything blended inside you painfully. The blond had come to you at your lowest point and gave you the support you needed to carry on. Then, he smothered those very flames he lit with his own hand. Had Volo only been using you the entire time? His plan had only changed when you had begun to collect plates, you knew.

A nearby electronic board projecting an image eerily similar to him on it. Champion Cynthia. She was beautiful, bold, and strong. Her love of archaeology and visage evidence that Volo had carried on his lineage. You suppose he found his place somewhere in the world. Somehow, your feet had carried you to a calmer part of the city. Less noise pollution and people wandering about. Where should you go next?

Before the question could be truly contemplated, arms wrapped around your form tightly and pushed you firmly to the body behind you. A cheek came to press against your own as both hair and cloth tickled you. Long, golden streaks broke out of the dark, heavy coat hood. You felt your heart race. What the hell? Hands locked your wrists together. Your breath stalled in your throat.

“The reason I could never collect all the plates, why I was never chosen by Arceus and then abandoned by Giratina…” a terrifyingly familiar voice whispered into your ear, “I could not recreate the world, nor could I think about anything but you… I wandered alone for so many years…” The grip on your wrists became painfully tight. They held you so close to them that you were convinced that they may be trying to fuse your body to their own. “… Found you!” they playfully spoke.

Biting back a scream, you forced yourself from their hold. You managed to turn to face them, but they kept a firm hold on your hand. A coat obscured their face as you swallowed. It could not be. He was long dead. This had to be some awful prank by someone who heard your story. Still, there was a lingering feeling of deja-vu that refused to fade. You could see their hair peaking out from the obscuring shadow of the hood. Blond hair.

“… Are you one of Cynthia's relatives? I didn't realise she had such mean people there,” you shook your head with a nervous smile, “You all seem to look eerily similar, you know.” Hopefully, they would be satisfied with your reaction and leave you alone now. A chuckle you knew all too well came from them.

His other hand came to grasp the hem of his hood as he pulled it back. Your eyes went wide as your mouth hung open.

It…

It could not be.

It simply was impossible.

A stormy eye peered into your own, obvious adoration pouring out from it. Blond strands caught the wind, nearly revealing his other eye. A smile was on his lips. Your heart skipped a beat.

“I finally found you…” Volo's voice was the same as it had been centuries ago, “It's been too long.”

His eyes closed to reflect his pure joy. You stood in shock and confusion. He pulled you to him again, forcing you into a proper embrace. His lanky form consumed yours.

His hot breath fanned against your ear as he spoke again.

“I won't let you go this time.”

#yandere pokemon x reader #volo x reader #yandere volo x reader #yandere x reader #volo/reader #pokemon x reader #yanstuff #yandere

[dogbites-puppylove]

Apple seed cyanide

TW: description of yandere mentalities and actions (obsession, possessive tendencies, stalking, etc)

Tags: Yandere! Joker x reader, Yandere! Harley x reader (platonic)

If you want the honest to god truth, Harley knew that the Joker was spewing saccharine filth from the start when he reached out with promises of a sweet little life, one with a darling family of their own. She knew because, after years of watching him pant after the trials of Batman, she saw he had no room other than his obsession left in his heart. But like a moth to firelight, she flutters dutifully back into his arms attracted by promises already broken

Imagine her surprise when shes greeted at the door with a bright smile, almost sane enough to trick her. He ushers her in with a sweet note in the air and a “surprise waiting for her” in the living room. Bound and gagged a couple is crying out on the floor, shaking their hands in a pathetic plea, and attempting to crawl away, and usually, Harley would be all for making a joke or two, but instead, all she can see is you. Your little presence floods all of her senses, sitting perfectly pacified on the floor. Behind her, she's aware of her partner's sick laughter, but she can't shake off the trance she's in.

You couldn't be older than 3, still without proper motor skills and a morbid curiosity stopping any critical preservation instincts that might have had you crying. This becomes more evident when instead of screaming, you giggle as the clown prince of crime crouches down to haul you up into an embrace, even bouncing you up into the air a few times to pry out more laughter. She can barely hear the shrieks of your old parents as the Joker finally deposits you safely into her arms, and as she cradles you close to her chest that aches for you. It's a physical hurt that almost overwhelmed her, the need to crawl inside you and live there, or for you to do the same, and it is in a stranger's house that Harley falls in love again.

“Sweet as honey ain't they?” the Joker coos and cackles at you, waggling a few fingers in front of your face, grinning even wider as you grab at them. “Full of curiosity that one is, a real riot!” but Harley can barely hear him much less acknowledge him past the roaring of blood in her ears. Her heart beating out of her chest she thinks it might just spill open to accommodate the organ trying to crawl closer to her darling. For the second and last time in her life, Harley is chained and leashed to another's will, a fate of coming to their beck and call, your will, her darling wrapped perfectly in her arms.

To the Joker's credit he does love you, or as close to love as he can get. He hushes your cries, indulges you in sweets behind Harley's back, and she's even caught him humming silly little tunes as he dances with you wrapped up in his arms. You bring clarity to him, a surety in his life that he doesn't feel unless pulling Bats along in another joke. You were going to be his perfect legacy, proof that he cannot truly die, you're a part of him in this way. Of course, you’d need a quick little dip into a vat of toxins to truly make a perfect legacy but you needn’t worry, he still loves you. You just need a little preparation first.

Every week he takes you on little daddy-darling outings, he tells Harley your going around to sightsee, and he lets you play a lot of fun games until the sun sets. And he's truthful because his warehouses are far and in between, and every mutilation he leads you so lovingly through is a fun little joke. His little comedian, hell coo as he leads your hand tightly clasping a knife against the throat of one of his own boys who had tried to run. Isn't this fun sweetheart?

He underestimates, however, just how devoted Harley is because while she was fully delusional when they had first gotten into a relationship Harley cannot spare you as collateral damage to her own fantasies. She is painfully grounded as she takes in everything about you 24/7, your expressions, words, actions anything she can she takes to covet away in her mind forever. As much as she is a monster she is your mother and she loves you, you are anything she's ever had and everything she'll ever have. He doesn't realize that she obsessively checks over you, even spotting the smallest flecks of blood, how when she kisses you goodnight she can see the thin sheen of apathy take hold of your gaze.

The final straw comes in the form of a huge argument, she comes home early from work eager to see her little baby, when she finds the Joker cooing into your ear, goading you into doing your best as your hands wrap around a familiar gun. Like the devil on her shoulder, she can't even scream as you pull the trigger, eyes momentarily twitching but no other expression as your former parent's brains paint the windows. And she realizes as you turn around to smile at her sweetly with blood on your teeth and tears that seem so foreign streaming down your face that you need to leave, she has to get you away.

That night she takes you, just 9 years old, and runs. She has no real destination, just a desperate notion to get away, to save you from all that she knows the joker is trying to make you. She can't, she can't let you go through what she knows will force you into the type of person you never wanted to become. Because she can see herself in the mirror and can mourn normal happiness and stability, and she has watched the joker bleed himself dry until he has nothing to himself but an old laugh track repeating over and over again. It's a life of agony and you don't deserve that, not you, never you.

Of course, her body ends up leading her to Ivy’s place, and the woman can only stare in shock as her best friend who had gone radio silent all those years back collapses at her door holding a kid so close she might be trying to meld into one. “Please, please not my baby” Harley begs and any anger that Ivy could have had melts.

For a while it's paradise, the Gotham sirens all corralling once again in their glory, and with their very own new member, you. Selina takes to you quickly, cooing about how her kitten is just the most clever thing in the world as you quickly work through her little trips. (Privately she will worry to Harley about the lack of awareness you have for your own health, the way your eyes glaze over when a plan takes place, and the brutality you exhibit.) Ivy also takes to you quickly, teasing you with little nicknames (how can you be a sapling when you're a human?) and she teaches you how to nurture, how to care for plants and love them as they deserve. (And she will confide to Harley how you seem to take to poisons particularly well, how you are able to craft things more disastrous than she can dream, how your curiosity always leans to the morbid.)

Harley herself takes great energy and care into trying to undo what the Joker has done, it's laughable how Gotham's greatest villains all sit in a circle every week and preach about morals and empathy. But to their credit, it works, and though you may not be able to feel the full existence of motion, though you can't seem to feel it as deeply as others your heart still throbs with what must make you human. You learn consequences and cling with desperation to these little lessons that prove you aren't your mentor. (not father, not anymore)

And yet Harley can still see how your apathy takes hold in the face of curiosity, how you prefer crowbars over teddy bears, and how despite your hardest efforts empathy is always a little too easy to push away in favor of hard-earned apathy. (and she knows, she knows that as long as that bastard is still out there doggedly searching the ground for you, you won't ever truly be safe) so she makes a deal.

The phone rings and Bruce can only raise an eyebrow at the untitled phone number, he doesn't make a habit of giving out his number so uselessly so after the third ring he picks up.

“Hello? This is Bruce Way-”

“Hey Bats.” Alarm shoots through the roof at a voice he hasn't heard in years, and yet still so closely relates to his arch-nemesis.

“Harley? How did you get this-”

“Listen, listen I know it's gonna sound real bad but I- I need you to hear me out. A favor, I need a favor. I'll go back to Arkham, stay there for the rest of my days but, I” she breathes and it's far too shaky for the woman he knows her to be. “My baby” she sobs “You gotta keep my baby safe, he's out there Bats and he won't leave em alone as long as their alive.”

Through his confusion, Bruce manages to calm her down, and wrangles a short story out of her, how she and Joker had played family until she couldn't bear to see you break anymore and how she knew that she alone couldn't keep her darling safe. And maybe it's the boy staring at the corpse of his family in Crime Alley that speaks instead of himself but he finds himself reaching out to help. (he can't let another family split, not when he can help it). As long as Harley doesn't kill, no more lethal tactics, and as long as she reports everything she knows about joker, and works with him against him, she can stay outside of Arkham walls. And as for you?

Your tenth birthday hits and Bruce Wayne steps into your living room with a strangely calculating gaze and a warm smile.

“You must be Y/N? Ah, nice to meet you officially, my name is Bruce Wayne, and ill be your foster family.”

Author's Note: Another reupload. ALSO! I HAVE GOTTEN THE ANON ASKS!! I AM JUST A SLOW WRITER I’LL GET TO EM I PROMISE!!

#yandere dc #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #harley quinn x reader #joker x reader

[queenie-the-court-jester]

yandere circus - Wendy the sad clown

Wendy's intro! Not proofread 🌺 just unedited rambling

🤡ever since you got accepted Into the circus, Wendy and the other clowns have been following you around where ever you went. Helping you with whatever chores you have waiting to be done

⭐ learning a little bit about her, you started to understand her quiet and anxious nature. Growing up she'd been the youngest out of 5, the only full blooded child from a divorced couple. Both parents having been in previous relationships and had children with their previous partners.

🤡one of her sisters on her mother's side was the black sheep of the family, having exposed herself to the internet (despite the mother's strict teachings and attempts to hide phones and tablets) at a young age and growing rebellious. Self harming, fighting, screaming with their mom. It got so bad the maternal figure had to send her to the spych ward multiple times due to near death experiences the older sister put the mother through

⭐having watched all of this, it was understandable why her mental and emotional health was so low. Multiple other events happened but she refused to tell you the rest, claiming she didn't want to scare you away

🤡you were the only thing that made her feel better after waking up in this strange world. Maybe this was the universe's way to tell her she found her spouse? Sending them to a distant land with no way to escape

⭐ sometimes you'd randomly wake up to see her standing over your bed, sniffling and crying quietly as she wiggled her way into your bed. Cuddling onto your chest and resting a leg ontop of your thighs. Giving your neck a little kiss and going back to sleep. You didn't bother asking what was wrong, since you already knew she'd never tell you

🤡 if you were ever busy and she was close by, she'll play with your hair or hands, waiting for you to finish before dragging you where ever she saw fit. She's very touchy feely, and seems to really like when it's reciprocated. But if you ever pull away, she'd visibly deflate and sulk for the rest of the evening

⭐ her makeup consists of mainly blues, pinks and yellows. Face caked in a white foundation giving her skin a porcelain look, a large heart drawn over her right eye. With a star on her left. The iconic red lipped smile and a red button nose hastily drawn and a little smudged. Rosy cheeks just begging to get pinched. Hair let loose and messily wavy

🤡she always gets nervous before a performance and understandably so, needing to be hyped before she can get into her role. Which isn't very hard. She's meant to be Koko, the sad and deppressed clown. Rings many bells honestly

⭐ she's emotionally dependent on the others if you're not around. Sticking to their sides like glue and conversing. She seems to like hearing people talk and ramble instead of talking herself. A girl of few words you could say

#queenie writes #queenie ocs #yandere x darling #ocs #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere female #Yandere female x reader #Yandere clown #Yandere girl #Yandere circus x reader #Wendy the clown #Koko the sad clown #X gn reader #Headcanons #x fem reader #x female reader #x you #fem reader #x reader #Yandere female #Yandere oc #Yandere oc x reader

[pinejayy]

╰┈➤Powerful little Human || Yandere Upper Moons

summary: requested by @the-clumsy-clown - they asked for a gn reader with sans ability and how would the upper moons react to them being powerful. they also requested for the upper moon to be a yandere.

a/n: sorry for the long wait, i've been having a lot going on. but thank you for being so patient uwu. also i've never played undertale so I don't know so much about san's powers // I had to ask my boyfriend to explain about his powers and with me being slow I really didn't understand so I hope you enjoy this uwu

Kokushibo

Now he's quite impressed by your power, he didn't know a human could obtain this power. He came across you in the woods and you were messing around with a helpless demon.

And of course he wanted you to himself, he was Upper Moon 1 and he was already so powerful and imagine what a powerful couple you guys would be. So yes he would be selfish and take you away from your life.

He doesn't care if you have a lover, friends or family he will take you away and force his love to you, and if you dare use your powers on him he will snap your neck.

You've tried fighting him to get away from him but it's never really worked, you can't kill him unless you have a special sword so you're stuck with him.

You are always so quick to get away from him, as if you're teleporting. But he always finds a way to grab you and take hold of you. You aren't getting away from so easy.

Douma

Now he's crazy over you, your power is amazing. He loves how quick you are, yet he really doesn't understand how you move so quickly. Are you that quick on your feet or are you teleporting?

But that doesn't matter, Douma will befriend you and at the end he will take you away. Take you away somewhere new, and if dare try to escape him he will do everything in his power to get rid of you. How dare you not love him!

And if dare summon something to hurt him he won't hesitate to summon ice clones so they could kill you.

Douma loves you and he will do anything for you, heck he will even show you off to the other Upper Moons. They wouldn't care so much about you. The only one who would truly feel some kind of pity is Akaza.

He will praise you, and you better accept his sweet comments because if you don't he'll punish you.

Akaza

Now he would want to protect you at all cost, to the point where he locks you away, yes he understands that you have powers of your own but still what if you die? He would blame himself..

You hate him, you would kill him but you don't have a sword so you're pretty much screwed over.

There are some times where you try escaping him, and you always depend on your powers to help you out but he knows you so well, so he knows what you will throw at him. But the one thing he does struggle is keeping up with your speed.

He doesn't understand your speed like for example you could be in front of him and all of the sudden you are across the room.

Akaza will keep you locked up, he just wants you safe. What if a Demon Slayer takes you away from him! So he's keeping you away from everyone for your own good.

Hantengu

He will be afraid of you, he's scared that you would hurt him. So he tends to keep you happy. Because what if he loses you, or what if you run away from him. He can't live without you. But don't underestimate him because he can and will snap back to you. Which is scary because he's always such a coward.

But when you do threaten him he will spit himself off and then the clones will deal with your attitude. And there's nothing you can do, and the clones will most likely be more harsh towards you than him.

Especially Sekido, he will not hesitate to get physical with you. And using your powers on the clones won't do too good, yes you are powerful and all. But you're fighting four powerful demons. You would be overwhelmed.

When Sekido tries getting his hands on you, you dodge his attacks which will make him even more mad.

Hantengu feels awful for sending the clones to you, but you're scary to him.

Gyokko

Now how can someone like you have these powers, a human with powers. He never knew it was even possible, so when he came across you and discovered your true self he wanted to keep you.

He did what any selfish demon would do, he ripped you away from your peaceful life and he dragged you to his hidden home/cave. And if dare fight him he’ll make sure to punish you.

Gyokko forces you to show off your powers to the other demons, he gets a confidence boost. You’re basically a prize to him.

You’re not too fond with him, so whenever he wants to snuggle you and do couple stuff you teleport away from him but it’s no use, he has pots all over the place so the second you move away from him he’s already next to you. Grabbing you and forcing you into an uncomfortable embrace.

If you were to summon a Gaster Blaster he’ll return his Blood Demon Art on you.

Gyutaro

He would be the ruthless from the Upper Moons, he hates how a human has such powers. Why on earth were you blessed? When he was human he was treated horribly and for that he despises you but yet again you catch his attention.

He doesn’t understand this odd feeling towards you and he hates himself for it. So he basically forces you into a relationship with him, and he was quite aggressive about it too. So you better say yes to him.

He will definitely help you out with your abilities, he wants you to grow stronger. He doesn’t want to date someone who is weak.

He enjoys teaching you combat skills and you dodge his attacks and punches and he gets quite angry but also he’s quite impressed. And your speed is wonderful as well!!

You hope one day you can escape him…one day. But don’t get to hopeful he always has his eyes on you.

#demon slayer #kny #x reader #kokushibo #Douma #akaza #hantengu clones #hantengu #Gyokko #gyutaro #reader insert #headcanon #Headcanons #upper moons

[reachthestars]

So in regards to Clown’s post, I wanna say first off that—Clown, I’m sorry you’re dealing with such a stressful situation. I can see why this would all be so overwhelming (whether it’s the reposts or impersonations or even just Welcome Home become popular very quickly) and needing time away from it is understandable.

Secondly, I wanted to say I’m sorry. I wrote a yandere related post. It wasn’t explicitly sexual or anything like that but it was yandere. At the time I didn’t consider that to be categorized under NSFW. I thought that yandere was it’s own category and that NSFW involved sexual content only. I can now see why it is considered NSFW. Not knowing this, I had written a non-sexual, short yandere drabble and for that I am sorry. I will take down the post because I don’t want to disrespect Clown’s boundaries anymore than I might have. Again, I’m sorry for not being aware of this and I will try to do better.

Thirdly, to those of you who are writing NSFW that is explicitly sexual. I’m asking you to take a moment and consider the fact that the characters of Welcome Home are very important to Clown, who is a real person. It may be easier to pretend that he won’t see your posts or that he’s not human enough for you to respect him. But he’s uncomfortable with NSFW related content about Welcome Home and he’s made that very clear. So please, before you think about post sexual content about any of the characters, think about how this would affect Clown, someone who has found comfort in this piece of media like all of us. And if you’ve just decided, “Eh. Fuck it. I’m writing a sex scene about this character and I don’t care about Clown’s feelings blah blah blah” then don’t complain about whatever backlash you might get. Not from me (cause you’re not worth my time), but from other people who feel just as strongly about Welcome Home and are willing to give you shit for it.

All this is to say that I really do love Welcome Home; found family is my favorite trope so I connected with the cast right away. And I’m eager to see where the storyline goes and what Clown will develop within it. But I don’t want to do something that will affect the creator negatively (whether I knew about it or not). I will continue to support Clown regardless of his stance on how the fandom can interact with his OC and I hope others will do the same.

#wally welcome home #barnaby welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home #frank welcome home #julie welcome home #poppy welcome home #eddie welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally darling x self insert #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x you

[depravitycentral]

Yandere! Illumi Zoldyck NSFW Profile

Yandere! Illumi Zoldyck x fem! reader

CW: non/dub-con, kidnapping, emotional neglect, HEAVY breeding kink, pregnancy kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, praise, threats, the Zoldycks are batshit insane, forced pregnancy, stalking, nonconsensual touching, somnophilia, congrats ur Illumi's sexual awakening, fem reader, MDNI

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy!

HABITS:

Generally speaking, sex has not been a part of Illumi’s life.

Harsh training since childhood has left him detached and focused solely on killing, on completing a mission in the most thorough, efficient way he knows.

And while he knows what sex is, the general concepts and ideas, he’s never looked at it as anything more than a natural part of life, how a family is created – there’s no feelings of excitement or mystery surrounding it, no eagerness to try it out, or even fear for it. Rather, it’s simply a means to produce a child, and he’s completely satisfied with that.

He knows that as the eldest Zoldyck son, it’s his duty to produce an heir to keep the bloodline running, but he doesn’t invest too much thought into it or into exactly what it will be like to be inside someone else.

And really, once you step into his life, not much changes - at least at first.

You’re merely a fascination to him in the beginning, something that’s peaked his interest in a way that no one else has before, something that he wants to watch and study and observe.

He finds himself watching you more often than not, and while he catches you touching yourself fairly frequently, he doesn’t have any particular reaction to the sight of you with your legs spread, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted as you stuff yourself full of your fingers.

It isn’t that he doesn’t care, but he just doesn’t see why it’s something he should concern himself with, why he should put any emotional investment in seeing you moan and twitch as your fingers bring you to what he can only assume is your orgasm.

(Although, he doesn’t quite remember his mother mentioning anything about females being able to orgasm – simply that the male does inside of her, which will often get her pregnant and lead to a child.)

It’s completely sterile at first, but as his feelings begin to morph into something even he has to admit isn’t pure curiosity but rather something deeper, he slowly begins to view the idea of sex with you as something that will be a reality, something that will be happening no matter what. You’re to be his wife, the mother of his children, and as a result he will be fucking you.

He will be filling you full of his cum and impregnating you, hopefully three or four times in order to produce healthy, plentiful offspring.

And while it’s still clinical for the most part, all it really takes is a teasing jab from Hisoka to change his mind.

The clown will goabout how he’s so stiff, maybe he should get a bit more comfortable with his hand, no? After all, how will you produce an heir without knowing how to fuck first, hm?

Illumi doesn’t really mind his words, but as the seed gets planted in his mind, it’s slowly growing, until he realizes with a bit of a start that perhaps his friend was right.

After that moment, things begin changing. There’s a strange tightness in his pants as he watches you moan and arch your back against your bed. He notices the feeling has a distinct tinge of pleasure to it, the unexpected sensation making his knees ever so slightly weak.

There’s an odd throbbing sensation coming from his groin as his wide eyes take in the way you’re desperately rubbing at your clit, the way you’re chanting out for more, more, more, please! He mentally notes the feeling becomes intensified when he notices the way your thighs twitch and your breasts bounce slightly from the force of your fingers.

When he hears your strangled moans It’s odd, but as he returns home in preparation for a job he has scheduled early the next morning, he finds himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, Hisoka is right. How will he know what to expect once he actually has your naked and pliant body before him, perfectly poised to be fucked and bred?

He's surprised by the pleasure it brings him; a strange sort of numbing warmth, something he can feel in every nerve in his body, all the way from his toes to his fingertips.

He decides he likes it, with a small nod of his head.

And so, as he slowly begins touching himself somewhat routinely, Illumi grows more comfortable with the idea of fucking you, even going so far as to realize that if it feels this good for him, maybe it does for you as well?

You certainly moan like it, and as he falls into a dreamless sleep later that night, he realizes that maybe sex with you wouldn’t only be about getting you pregnant. Maybe, it could be about feeling good, as well.

It’s merely a hunch, something far off and dreamy in his mind, but slowly his sex life with his hand picks up, small thoughts and ideas of what it would feel like to be with you clouding his mind.

He finds that imagining you makes his body react in strange ways - his hips stutter as he works his fingers against his cock, the sensitivity of his body seemingly improved tenfold when your face flashing through his mind.

But Illumi finds himself not minding all that much; after all, you make his frozen heart thaw just the slightest, so why shouldn’t he embrace some of the other urges you give him, some of the other more primal, natural feelings you inspire within him?

He’ll be fucking you either way, and Illumi is completely expecting you to moan like that for him once you're actually naked with one another, to be just as loud and unabashed as you are when you’re touching yourself – so much so that unless he gets to moan and beg and cry out like he knows you can, he’s not stopping.

You’re his pretty little wife, and while he’ll be using you as a cumdump either way, it would be so much better if you at least pretended to enjoy it.

Because he gets a very late start to touching himself, Illumi hasn’t really developed any strong habits.

He has, unfortunately, witnessed many others jacking away through the years of his work. (He’s even killed a man mid-session, though he didn’t quite understand how the man didn’t hear him coming, seeing as he’d miscalculated and stepped on a slightly squeaky floorboard.)

He’s never taken the time to really rationally consider why they were doing that, why they were grunting and groaning and moving their fist so fast it looked nearly painful.

Illumi isn’t too sure, but as Hisoka’s words ring through his head and he stares at your vulnerable, defenseless, sleeping form, he can only blink and contemplate, remembering the way you’d looked earlier in the day.

He's remembering when you were fucking yourself with something long, silicone and loud, sounding as if it was vibrating. And while he’s never been one to really notice beauty or appearances, even he has to admit that something about you so freely moaning, your face screwed up in pleasure was pretty, a strange sort of attractiveness that he can’t quite put his finger on.

His nightly visits are normally not especially eventful; he stands watch at the foot of your bed, staring down at you with unblinking eyes, his hands staying firmly by his sides as the minutes roll into hours. The man doesn't move an inch as he watches you so innocently dream, your breaths somehow soothing him and lulling him into an odd state of tranquility that would normally unnerve him, but somehow he doesn’t mind if it’s you.

And so, while he approaches these nights with intentions mostly pure – aside from wanting to keep you locked up and forever his property, that is – slowly he begins getting more and more curious, more and more tempted to take Hisoka’s advice because maybe, maybe the man has a point, and Illumi would be able to preform better and therefore have a stronger chance of impregnating you if he were to know exactly what he’d be feeling.

The logic isn’t perfect, but as time passes the assassin finds himself not caring – and as the clock loudly ticks and passes through the three o’clock in the morning mark, slowly Illumi is blinking, his right hand twitching at his side as the images of your head thrown back into the pillows, thighs twitching as you moan and keen flash behind his eyelids.

The split-second decision is made in that moment, his hand coming up to tug down the front of his trousers, reaching in to pull out his still soft cock.

It’s pale, just like the rest of him, and as he stares down at his own flesh, his head tilts slightly – he’s never purposefully tried to get himself hard, his erections only coming and going throughout his journey in puberty, and nothing more.

His brows furrow ever so slightly, but his gaze floats back towards your face, taking in your soft lashes, the smoothness of your lips, the way your fly away hairs frame your skin so perfectly.

He traces the shape of your nose with his eyes, the curve of your neck, and before he even realizes it he’s reaching out, his cold fingers brushing over your cheek. He sucks in a small breath at the contact, the feel of your warm, soft body even lightly against his own making a strange shiver run down his spine, and with a start he notices an odd sensation growing between his legs.

A look down tells him that he’s reaching his goal, his cock swelling up slowly but surely as he continues to lightly touch over your body, caressing your curves over the sheets separating your pretty skin from him. He's never felt something so soft - your skin is warm, smooth, pleasant to the touch.

He doesn’t mind the sheets staying where they are tonight, but quickly Illumi grows frustrated with them, pulling them back to reveal your nightwear – or, if you prefer a more natural approach, your bare body. Immediately Illumi is imagining your stomach swollen with his child, your body round and ripe and so very fertile, all for him.

And with that thought, his cock is finally standing fully at attention, the tip a soft pink color with a thick vein running along the underside, all the way from the base up. He stares down at himself for a moment, slowly retracting the hand that had been touching you, and experimentally brushes his fingertips against his own skin.

His Adam’s Apple harshly bobs as he swallows, the strange sensation hitting him square in the chest as he brings his fingers down against his length once more, soon wrapping his fist around the base.

It feels good, Illumi notes with a distant sense of surprise – never had his mother mentioned anything about sex feeling good, and while your cries and moans from the many, many times he’s witnessed you get yourself off seemed like a good indicator of your feelings, he can’t help but be mildly surprised.

He begins moving his fist up and down, his gaze snapping back over to your sleeping, peaceful face. Precum oozes from his slit, the clear, sticky liquid being smeared along the length as he pumps his hand at a steady pace, making the otherwise quiet room fill with the dull thump of his fist against his pelvis, slight squelching noises accompanying the more bassy sounds.

His breathing is – admittedly – normal to most, but as he keeps his hand moving, the odd sensation building in his naval growing stronger and stronger, it gets a bit heavier, his breaths a bit more ragged.

He's not really thinking as he shuffles closer to the bed, standing so that his legs are pressed directly against the mattress, his cock being mercilessly pounded by his fist a mere foot above your head. It's as if his instincts have taken over - his fist is moving faster now, his subconscious yearning to move closer and closer to you, to close the distance between your bodies.

His dark hair is flowing around him in a wave as he hunches over, the sensation building and building and god, why does it feel so good, how does it feel so good and why is it getting stronger, is this an orgasm?

He’s not sure, but he doesn’t let up – his fingers are rubbing against his sensitive, swollen head again and again, the tightness in his balls only growing stronger and stronger until suddenly the pleasure takes a kick up, a strange sense of lightweightedness crashing through the assassin.

His cock twitches and thick spurts of cum shoot out, landing directly on your sleeping, tranquil face, staining your pretty skin an off white color.

He’s breathing hard at this point, though no moans have slipped out, but he quietly murmurs your name as he stares down at you, his cum coating your face in stripes and globs, the sight looking so strangely right, so indescribably natural that it has Illumi puzzled for a moment.

And suddenly, he’s realizing that Hisoka was probably right – if his hand had felt that good, then what must you feel like?

If he had slipped inside of you, felt you all around him for his first ever sexual experience, would he have come much too soon, finding his peak and shooting you full of his seed before he even so much as got to truly get you loosened up, ripe for conception?

He’s not sure, but as his hand stops moving and comes to yet again rest at his side, his now softening cock still hanging out of his trousers, he spends the next hour or so observing your face, committing the sight of you covered in his cum to memory.

Eventually, he makes sure that a tissue on your nearby dresser helps wipe away all the evidence of his activity, though as he stares passively down at the cum soaked material, he makes the sudden decision to not waste it.

It would be disappointing to not to put to use every drop of cum he produces, right?

It's valuable, a useful commodity for the future - and you're made for storing it of course, your body practically designed to carry everything he has to give you.

And so, with that thought in mind, he's pulling back your covers slightly and shifting your panties to the side, noting with a distant sense of surprise how warm you are, especially here.

He finds his eyes wandering a bit at your now partially revealed pussy - it's strange looking, he thinks, but yet there's an odd and unplaced urge in the back of his mind to prod between your folds, to run a finger through the wetness he can barely see, to understand just how warm you are inside.

He fights it, though; that can wait for another day.

And as his fingers smear the milky liquid along your lower lips, he can’t help but sigh in satisfaction and carefully tuck you back in.

You’re complete now, with his cum staining your pretty skin, and although it’s not buried deep inside your womb where it really should be, he’s satisfied.

For now.

And as he returns to your room again the next night, Illumi can’t help but wonder if he should in fact get more practice, if in order to make sure that he properly breeds you when the time comes, that he should be as used to his hand as possible so that he isn’t as surprised.

Illumi doesn’t know, but as the days melt into nights and he spends more and more hours with his cock in his hand, working away at orgasm after orgasm until he’s shooting blanks, he can’t find it in himself to wonder if he is in fact making the wrong move, if he's wasting his time.

But then, how can anything be wrong with you, if it pertains to your future offspring, his children that you have no choice but to bear?

He wants to best possible chance of conception with you, and if fucking his fist on a near bi-nightly basis is the best way to achieve this, Illumi won’t complain – after all, Hisoka wasn’t lying when he’d said it felt heavenly, and as far as the assassin is concerned, you are his heaven.

FAVORITE BODY PARTS:

Your hands

Illumi isn’t quite sure why, but there’s something about your hands that he slowly begins to love.

They’re so much softer than his own; warmer and smaller and gentler, free of the multitudes of calluses that litter his own fingers and palms.

You’re just so fragile compared to him, regardless of your size or height, and he feels that this is most reflected when it comes to your hands.

He loves his family, in a twisted, strange way, but Illumi has grown up to be the definition of touch starved – he’s never really been hugged, touched or held, and while he hasn’t ever given it too much thought or been especially upset about it, even he can admit that while it's foreign, the feeling of your hand against his arm holds a certain warmth to it.

It makes him stare down at your hand, confusion circling within him at the realization that it actually feels nice to have you touch him, to have your palm pressed against his bicep.

He doesn’t openly ask for affection, but as time goes on he begins craving the feeling of you touching him, especially with your hands. When you lightly grab onto his own, your smaller fingers intertwining with his bonier ones, it makes his heart do strange things in his chest while he figures out exactly how he’s supposed to be responding, what the book he read about common physical acts of affection recommends doing.

When you gently cup his cheek later on in your captivity, once you’ve finally accepted the fact that you’re never leaving him or your future as his wife, he’s staring down at you with those wide, disorienting eyes, the warmth of your hand seeping into his cold skin and making him melt from the inside out, unsure of what to make of the strangely affectionate gesture.

And of course, his love for your hands and being touched by you doesn’t just extend towards innocent displays of affection – no, Illumi very much loves your hands in the bedroom.

He likes it when you touch him; when you run your hands over the planes of his chest, tracing the defined lines of his abs, circling an areola with your fingertip.

He loves when you stroke him, your thumb coming up to tease his tip, smearing precum all along his length as you pump him, as you guide him between your folds.

He feels oddly wanted in those moments, realizing you want to touch him, making him stare at you in awe and fascination as you steadily bring him to an orgasm.

Your fingers feel so much better than his own, and when you lightly scratch at his back while he fucks you, when they tangle in the roots of his hair as he kisses you (still very cold cut, clinical kissing, but at some point you’ll be so starved for basic human affection that even his chapped, cold lips are better than nothing), Illumi can’t help but want to kiss you harder.

He can't help but want to make you come so hard around him that you black out for a few seconds from sheer pleasure. And once he sets his mind to something, there’s absolutely no way he isn’t getting it.

So be prepared; one tug at his long, silky black locks will be exchanged for at least three orgasms coaxed from your unwilling body.

His cock

The concept of having a favorite part of himself isn’t really something Illumi has ever given much thought to.

His body just is, years of hard training leaving him practically immune to anything and everything enemies could throw at him, and there’s never been a time that he’s looked into a mirror and ever really felt something about the reflection staring back at him.

He has no qualms with his physical appearance, but he doesn’t particularly like it either – looks are of no concern in his line of work, and really Illumi couldn’t care less.

But like many things in his life, the minute you manage to take a hold of his mind, body and soul, slowly Illumi finds that there indeed parts of him that he likes more – namely, his cock.

He's aware of the male expectations of size, girth and shape, but Illumi favors this part of his body not for those reasons - instead, simply because it's means by which to get you pregnant.

Impregnating you has been the plan from the start, since the moment he realized what the feelings stirring in his gut mean, and he can’t actually get you pregnant without his cock, without the cum that oozes out when he thinks of your body, when he touches you.

It’s a clinical thing, of course, except that it really isn’t – as much as he recognizes his purpose in getting you pregnant via sex, there’s another part of him that also loves just being inside of you, of being connected on such an intimate level.

He’s so touch starved, so robbed of physical affection without even being aware of it, and while sex isn’t exactly holding his hand or cuddling with him (both of which are things he makes you do during and after intercourse, however), it helps to sooth the void in his heart.

He feels oddly domestic in those moments, his heart doing strange things in his chest as he watches the way your little pussy swallows up his cock again and again, and when he murmurs something about you being so pretty, you take my cock so well darling, he’s being completely serious.

He loves the way you writhe and moan while he fucks you, how you respond so naturally to this part of him, how your body seems to call out for him and his length without you even really realizing it.

It’s euphoric to Illumi, and between the emotional aspect and the biological aspect, it’s really a no brainer that if Illumi were to be asked what his favorite body part was, he’d tilt his head and ask why, but eventually answer with a straight face - my penis.

He loves to be inside you and be so connected, and when you wind up pregnant a few weeks later, Illumi is overjoyed – because really, don’t you just look right with his child growing in your womb?

DRIVE:

Before you, Illumi’s drive was quite honestly non-existant. Of course he was aware of what sex was and it’s uses, but he’d never felt any desire to engage in it, to explore it in any sense of the word.

To him, it’s very much something that just exists, something that will service him later down the line when he’s helping produce heirs to the Zoldyck family.

He’s never been an avid fan of touching himself, of engaging in any sort of sexual scenario or situation, and for the most part he couldn’t be happier – or, at least, his version of happy.

It’s a tool for reproduction in his mind – which is why, when you come along and present yourself (unknowingly or not) as his future wife, he welcomes the idea of procreating with you, of actually depositing load after load of his cum inside your fertile womb until you’re swollen and heavy with his baby, his child marking you as a permanent belonging to Illumi himself.

It’s still mainly something he views as a tool for getting you to conceive, and he does right up until the moment he pushes past your soft, wet folds into your gummy, warm insides.

Suddenly, Illumi can’t help but sharply gasp, a startling look of honest to god emotion swirling in those bottomless depths of his eyes as he stares wildly down at you, shock and amazement at how wonderfully tight and warm and wet you feel wrapped around him.

He’s so, so very excited to learn that fornicating in fact feels good, that the mind-numbing pleasure that overtakes him with each drop of cum he sends shooting directly at your cervix is a byproduct of trying to get you pregnant.

And so, a monster is born the moment he fucks you for the first time – the realization doesn’t come lightly, but Illumi isn’t too bothered; you’re his sweet little wife after all, and isn’t it normal to want to be inside you at all times?

Isn’t it normal to be fucking you daily, not willing to end the night without a pool of off white, milky cum dripping onto the sheets between your thighs, your pussy not quite big enough to hold all that he has to offer?

He genuinely doesn’t see the problem, why he should tone down the frequency with which he takes you, why you're always telling him you're so sore from last night Illumi, please I don’t think I can take it again tonight.

He’s sympathetic, or at least as much as he can be, but all he’ll dignify your pleas with are a tilt of the head, a completely serious don’t you want to be pregnant? This is the only way, yes?

Then he's fiddling with his trousers, sliding them down toned, pale legs.

His drive goes from being nothing to absolutely sky rocketing all because of you, and really, shouldn’t you be proud? Shouldn’t you be flattered that Illumi Zoldyck, the assassin who feels nothing at all, wants so badly to fuck you, to be filling you with his cum again and again and again until you’re waddling around, his seed dripping down your thighs and sloshing around inside of you because he stuffed you so fucking full?

Shouldn’t you feel lucky that you make him horny, that you inspire such desperation to claim you from the inside?

Like many things in your relationship with Illumi, he has absolutely no concept of sexual boundaries, of lines he shouldn’t cross within the context of your body.

He’s genuinely of the belief that you belong to him, that you’re his wife, the future mother of his children, and as such your body belongs solely to him – every hair, mole, stretch mark, scar, birth mark, everything is owned by exclusively him, something that only he gets to touch and love and fuck.

And it’s only natural for him to start immediately trying once he gets his hands on you, right?

It’s only natural for him to pin you down the night of your forced marriage, to spread your legs and methodically push in, to fuck you as deeply as he can in order ensure the best chances of conception.

While he doesn’t particularly enjoy the sight of you in tears, your sobs filling the air between the two of you, it won’t deter Illumi from his goal. He will come inside you, fill up your womb with hot, potent cum until it’s leaking out of you whether you like it or not.

Though the second he sheathes himself fully inside for the first time, he falters slightly – if only because he did not expect for you to feel this good, to be this warm and wet and tight and so fucking perfect around him. He’s frozen for a few seconds, his lean form above you tensing up as his hips stutter, his eyebrows drawing together and upwards, lips parting as a small groan of your name tumbles past them.

In the span of those few seconds his dark, impossibly wide eyes are staring down into your own, wildly searching your gaze for something that even Illumi himself is unsure of.

You just feel so good, and while he normally has impeccable self-control, he can’t stop himself from suddenly plowing into you like a mad man, pummeling his hips into you hard enough to leave you sore for days. He ruts like an animal into you, the slapping of his balls rhythmically lulling you as slowly the pain morphs into pleasure.

His gaze never wavers from you – he’s watching every move you make, listening to every noise that slips past your lips, and as his release approaches, suddenly he’s fucking you even harder, determination to come inside you hitting him square in the chest and making him feverish.

His face is tinged just slightly red as he stares down at you, his mouth open as he lightly pants, a few drops of drool plopping onto your bouncing breasts, and suddenly the peak is reaching a high, the sporadic tightening of his balls becoming too much, too much too much –

He’s coming inside you with a small grunt, his entire body twitching as ropes of milky cum shoot into your used, battered cunt. Illumi is shocked, really, at how good you feel, and the moment that he pushes inside you for the first time your fate is sealed.

You will become Illumi’s personal cumdump, something he fucks on a daily basis without fail, though he likes to think of you as a bit more than just somewhere to stuff his cock.

You’re the future mother of his children, the woman with which he plans to keep by his side for the rest of his days.

Illumi quickly grows addicted to having your lovely little cunt wrapped around him, and lucky lucky you gets to have a fresh load of warm, sticky cum ready at will, supplied to you with the most eagerness you’ve ever seen out of the emotionless man.

I love you, his voice cracks slightly as his orgasm washes over him. Tell me you love me, tell me you want me as badly as I need you.

KINKS:

Breeding

It’s expected, in all honesty.

Illumi has been told and held to the expectation all his life that he’d eventually produce an heir for the Zoldyck family, that he’d be prolonging the bloodline and lineage by providing a few children of his own, and he fully intends to uphold this idea.

He will be getting you pregnant, fucking you over and over and filling you up with as much cum as he possibly can, if only because he wants to make absolute sure that in nine quick months you’ll be holding a small bundle in your arms, a familiar pair of dark eyes closed while the child nurses on you, Illumi standing by your side and watching his first born so lovingly be provided for by its mother.

It starts out as a devotion to his family, a promise of duty he finds no fault in, but the first time that Illumi pushes his way inside of you, your soft, warm, wet walls hugging him, clenching down on him hard enough to leave him genuinely breathless, suddenly Illumi’s concerns with fucking you, with getting you knocked up become important on a much more personal level.

All memories of his familial duty wash away as he plunges his hips into you again and again, his dark hair falling in waves around him as he stares down at you with an intensity that has you shivering in unease, the raw focus leaving you squirming as he fucks you hard enough to physically mold your cunt to the shape of his cock, if only temporarily.

Illumi quickly discovers that not only does he feel pressure to get you pregnant, but he wants to, as well, something endlessly puzzling to the assassin. Wanting is something he’s never really experienced, but each time he has you lay down onto your shared bed, your body completely nude while you obediently grasp the back of your knees and pull your thighs up to rest flush against your stomach and breasts, even he can’t deny the wave of lust rolling through him, the carnal urge to breed hitting him square in the chest and making him eagerly line up his drooling tip with your entrance, pushing in without a minute to spare.

He isn’t especially vocal during sex, instead much preferring to have your sounds and cries fill the room while he fucks you through orgasm after orgasm. But as he gets closer and closer to his high, he slowly begins to lose his composure because fuck, how can anything feel this good?

It’s when he’s within a minute or so of coming that the dirty words might slip out – grunts and growls of how he’s going to fuck a baby into you, how he will get you pregnant, your stomach round and breasts swollen so everyone will know you’re mine.

His words themselves aren’t especially sexy, but while you may still be fighting him every time he pins you down and fucks you hard enough to leave you crying, even you have to admit that there’s something slightly attractive to hearing the normally so stoic and emotionally detached man’s voice crack slightly, a stutter in his hips as his voice runs high, the words clipped and intermixed with grunts and a groan or two, if it’s the second or third round.

You’ll hate yourself for it, but there’s a strange sense of pride that comes with knowing that you’re able to affect the infamous Illumi Zoldyck, that he’s exhaling sharply and humping you like a wild animal all because you feel good, all because his desire to pump you full of his cum and his children is enough to have him hurtling forward, chasing orgasm after orgasm.

And really, he will stop at absolutely nothing to make sure that his fantasy of knocking you up comes true, that his hard work and effort comes to fruition, and the moment you realize you’re expecting?

Well, Illumi wants to make sure you stay perfectly still, not moving a single inch so as to make sure the baby stays healthy and strong and perfect.

Though, there is a huge part of him that grows harder to ignore as time passes and your stomach grows rounder, your breasts growing heavier and starting to leak, that wants to pin you down and you fuck you until you’re screaming about how your cute little pussy belongs to him, that he owns you and the baby growing inside you and no one else will ever get to you touch you ever again.

You inspire such possessive, insatiable feelings within him, and while he’s normally a bit more subtle about his desires (that is, if you can call him watching you from the corner of the room every moment of every day subtle, if you count him constantly touching you and keeping a hand on your body discreet), the moment he’s buried himself inside of you, your fertile, warm, wet cunt milking him for all he’s worth, how is Illumi not supposed to give you every single drop of cum he possibly can, every ounce of pleasure he can possibly deliver?

His mask of careful numbness and stoicism slips when he’s coming inside you, when he’s sending spurt after spurt of warm, potent cum directly into your womb, his cock buried as far as possible inside you while his dark, intense eyes stare right into yours.

He's panting and groaning and whispering how you’ll be such a good mother, my wife, the sound ringing in your ears, playing like a broken record as he stuffs pillow under your lower back and ass.

He's careful to prop your hips up to keep everything inside, forcing you to stay in the position for hours as his cum slowly seeps into every nook and cranny of your pussy, coating everything in a thin layer of white, a thin layer of total ownership, something that your baby bump will only further.

Praise

Illumi isn’t especially vocal in between the sheets.

(The first few times he’d fucked you, the silence had been nearly unbearable – just the sound of his balls clapping against your ass, the squelching noises as he sinks in and out of you, the little whimpers and gasps and sobs from you as his dark hair brushes over your shoulders, his face mere inches above you.)

He’s quiet, save for the few moments right before he comes, though he quickly learns that while silence is fine and he doesn’t feel a single trace of the awkwardness practically eating you alive, the moment you start moaning?

When you start letting out little whines of his name, your teary eyes squeezing shut as your mouth opens into that pretty little ‘o’, he’s frozen for a moment, honestly a bit confused at why you’re suddenly making noise.

It’s not that he doesn’t like it – on the contrary, there’s a part of him that loves to see you so affected by him, to know that it’s Illumi himself making you cry out and whine and bite your lip hard enough to leave it swollen and puffy.

And when, one day as he’s pushing your knees up to your ears and pounding into you fast enough to have your breasts bouncing in every direction, as you wantonly cry out ngh, there – there Illumi please, feels so good! it’s like there’s suddenly a switch being flipped, a sudden urge eating away at him to hear more more more because fuck it all if you don’t sound fucking perfect moaning his name like that.

He likes to know that what he’s doing to you feels good, that he’s servicing you as he should, that you’re happy with him.

It’s such a foreign idea, but with the way that all the emotion he feels – what little that is – feels overwhelming in the moment, the love and adoration and lust for you potent enough to be physically felt, he finds that he doesn’t care, that all he can focus on is making you come around his cock, his fingers, his tongue.

He quickly learns to love hearing your praise, hearing you call out various encouragements, strangled moans and pleas for him to go harder, faster, deeper, anything at all.

And while he’s normally a control freak with you, desperate to be in charge of every possible little thing, he genuinely can’t deny himself when you’re begging so prettily, when you’re looking up at him through teary, hazy eyes, your mouth open wide as you gasp.

He can’t stop himself from wanting to see the way pleasure engulfs your expression when you come, how your body convulses and your walls flutter around him, and when you’re chanting out incoherent yes's and other affirmations of how good he’s making you feel, how can Illumi not take pride on how he’s turning you into jelly?

It stems from his lack of being praised all throughout his childhood and life up until you showed up – he’s so unused to being told he’s doing a good job, getting validation for his effort and skill. And once you start regularly giving it to him, especially during something as intimate as sex, Illumi is honestly hooked.

Not only does his cock swell when you tell him that it’s so good, gonna come ‘Lumi, you’re gonna make me come – but his heart does as well.

He feels most loved in these moments, in these moments where it’s so plainly clear how well he treats you, how he takes such good care of you, and he will be using your tendency to praise him to his absolute advantage.

You’re acting like a spoiled brat and throwing a tantrum because he hasn’t let you outside for a few months?

Well, don’t you remember who begged for him like a whore last night, who told him his cock was all you’ll ever need?

He’s throwing your words back at you, making sure you understand that each and every praise you give him, every affirmation of how he makes you feel so good is interpreted as so much more than just between the sheets.

Obviously you’re telling him, in your own stubborn way, that you love him as well, that you’re happy with him.

And really, at his core, that’s what Illumi wants – to own you and to make you so fucking happy.

Marking

He's possessive.

There’s no two ways about it – Illumi firmly and wholeheartedly believes that you’re his, that you’re his property and his to do whatever he pleases with.

And while he’s sure his family will recognize this and – for the most part – respect it, there’s still a part of Illumi that has to make absolutely sure that there’s no possibly way that anyone could ever mistake it, that anyone could ever confuse you as being anything other than his wife, his lover, his his his.

And while he’s sure to show this in other ways, one of his favorites is to leave you absolutely covered in his marks in the bedroom.

He’s never really understood the point of kissing. (And honestly he mostly does it to indulge you, despite you never once claiming you wanted it – who would want cold, frozen lips pressed against yours for near on two minutes while wide, dark eyes bore into yours form less than an inch away?)

He doesn't really understand hickeys either, but the first time he starts kissing your neck and accidentally sucks too hard, Illumi is absolutely giddy.

Seeing your skin bruise because of his lips and tongue helps to quell the possessive fire raging inside of him every time he so much as even thinks of the idea of another man looking at you, and the way you shiver and gasp as he kisses your neck and shoulders, the startling juxtaposition of his cold lips and warm tongue?

Well, Illumi is normally not one to be swayed by the reactions and desires of others, but there’s just something in him, some primal urge that he can’t fight that tells him to keep going, to pull more of those little whimpers and trembles out of you, to keep marking you up as his territory, as something that belongs completely and solely to Illumi Zoldyck.

He’s littering every square inch of your body with hickeys, making sure to leave a variety of sizes and intensities, just to make sure that there’s absolutely no chance of them being misinterpreted.

And after receiving a few tips for how to make you enjoy sex between the two of you more (a topic that Illumi, surprisingly, brought up, if only because he’s heard that female pleasure helps bring about successful conception more efficiently), Illumi decides that he should try and kiss you more while he’s inside of you.

He decides that he should lick and suck at your neck while his cock stretches out your cute little cunt, dragging against your walls in such a way that you can feel every single ridge and vein. And the moment Illumi finds your sweet spot?

Well, it’s honestly over for you – the second your breathing gets even a bit heavier, the smallest of pleasured hums tumbling past your lips, immediately Illumi is mercilessly attacking the area, leaving your skin purple and sore as his grip on your grows tighter, his desperation to make you come nearly tangible.

Really, Illumi is a possessive man, and if you want to keep him happy and satisfied, just let him mark you up – let him suck hickey after hickey against your skin, endure the disgusting way his tongue lolls against you, his lips smacking and circling around your vulnerable skin like some sort of predator.

It’s odd and a behavior you’d never expect from Illumi, but if you ever ask him why he seems to like it so much, he’ll just turn to you and say, doesn’t everyone like marking what’s theirs?

OTHER NOTABLE KINKS INCLUDE:

Face Fucking

Illumi has never quite understood the reasoning behind oral sex.

To him, it’s just never made sense; isn’t the point of intimacy and sex for reproduction? The mouth has no part to play in impregnation, so why is it something that people do?

It’s just a whole question of confusion for Illumi, something that he deems useless and therefore not worth the time thinking about, but the moment you kneel down in front of him and paw at his trousers, he decides to maybe give it a chance, just to see what everyone seems to love about it so much.

It’s not like you want to suck him off – you’re just so scared of him, so nervous to displease him (and the pins he keeps on him most of the day do very little to dispel this fear) that it forces you to tug his trousers and boxers down, giving him a few steady pumps as you mentally prepare to likely choke on his cock.

And the second that your tongue licks a strip up his underside, following a prominent vein?

Well, Illumi can’t help but inhale sharply eyes closing briefly to let the new sensation wash over him.

But oh - oh, when you take the very tip into your mouth, lips softly wrapped around the base of his head, your tongue darting out to lick at his slit and catch every drop of precum?

Well, Illumi isn’t one to lose control easily, but when he bucks his hips with a small grunt, he can’t help the way his length sinks inside your mouth, how his tip bumps against the back of your throat while you gag and choke, tears stinging at your eyes. 

He’s grabbing your hair and forcing you to stay still as he moves his hips in and out, in and out, in and out until his balls are clapping loudly against your chin, the need to breath overwhelming while he throws his head back and whispers your name. 

He grows to love getting head from you (though it’s much more of him just using your mouth rather than you really having a major role), but Illumi will never ever come in your mouth or down your throat - how could he waste a perfectly good load of cum to anywhere but your pussy?

Every drop must wind up between your legs, so as he sharply pulls out of your mouth, leaving you to sputter and cough, he pushes you forward and gets behind you, giving himself a good few pumps before plunging into you and sending rope after rope of sticky white inside. 

It’s euphoric in a sense to him, something he ends up loving, and so by panicking and giving him what you thought would be a one time blowjob, you’ve essentially unleashed the monster that is Illumi with your mouth.

But how can he fight it, when you look so fucking pretty with your lips wrapped around his swollen cock, your eyes teary and your hand covering all the area you can’t quite fit inside? 

He can’t.

Overstimulation

Illumi doesn’t mean to overstimulate you, but it’s something that frequently happens between the both of you in the bedroom.

He’s a trained assassin, someone with incredible amounts of drive and focus, and when his immense stamina is thrown into the mix along with his obsession with coming inside of you?

Well, it’s a recipe for at least two hours of straight fucking, and Illumi learns very quickly exactly how to make you feel good.

(Though most of that is through asking his father, because ‘it could increases the chances of conception - so, what exactly is a clitoris, father?’.)

His fingers are constantly rubbing small circles against your clit, his mouth attacking your neck and shoulders, even coming down to suck a nipple if he’s feeling especially lost in the moment. 

It’s strange to see him so cognizant of your pleasure considering his perceived indifference to most other emotions you experience, but Illumi makes absolutely sure that each time he comes, you’ve come at least once before.

Naturally, this leads five, six, seven orgasms a night for you, the stream of pleasure never ending and bordering painful as he just keeps going and going and going.

It gets to the point where you’re sobbing, scratching at his back and too fucked out to say anything but his name and little whimpers as his onslaught on your body never stops, the pool of cum staining the bedsheet below you growing larger and the larger the more he fucks it back inside of you. 

And while he doesn’t particularly like the way you whimper out please, please Illumi no more, I can’t!, the drive to see you pregnant and swollen with his child is just too much for him to ignore, too strong for him to consider pulling out. 

And, of course, the faces you make when he fucks you just right are something Illumi never grows tired of seeing - the ecstasy written across your features, the way your mouth falls open, your brows pulling together and your head thrown back...

The knowledge that it's all because of him - that he's the only one on your mind...

It’s a sight for sore eyes, and one Illumi plans to see at least five times a day - he just loves you so much, and doesn’t it show through his dedication to make you come, to make you scream his name for the entire Zoldyck mansion to hear? 

BIGGEST FANTASY:

Illumi really, really wants to get you pregnant. It’s a mixture of the familial duty weighing down on him along with his honest to god desperation to fill you full of his cum, to stuff you so full of his cock so often that your body swells and plumps up all because of him.

He wants to see the way your body changes, how your stomach grows rounder and your breasts heavier, how you become more and more dependent on him until you’re forced into bedrest, too close to your due date to do anything without his assistance.

It’s a dream come true, something that Illumi actually finds himself wanting, as foreign as the concept is.

And his family wants it too – Illumi knows this, the daily comments from his father about whether you’re with child yet? Are you properly breeding her, Illu? You must produce an air, making it more than clear exactly what the expectations are.

And Illumi wants to make his father proud, to make the family happy with his progress with you – which is why Illumi really, really wants to fuck you in front of them.

He wants to show them exactly how he stuffs you full of his cum every night, rolling his hips into yours slowly and steadily to push every drop as deeply inside you as possible.

He wants to show them how your sweet little pussy is leaking all over the bedsheets, a stead dribble of white from between your legs as he robotically holds you against his chest.

He wants to show them how your body convulses when you come, your muscles twitching and your face screwing up and pleasure, your cries all high and desperate and all for him.

It’s the ultimate fantasy to him, and Illumi will force you into it, whether you want it or not. It’s just so romantic, isn’t it, to be watched by the people he values most as he fucks a baby into the person he loves the most?

“Remember Illu, it’s not a race. It takes time.” Silva’s voice sounds around the room, making you shiver and stare at Illumi in confusion, watching as he only nods towards his father, before turning towards you.

              You weren’t sure what you expected to find when your husband brought you into the larger spare bedroom for tonight, his words an ominous ‘I have something new planned’, but you most certainly weren’t expecting to see the entirety of the Zoldycks present with the exception of Alluka and Killua, lounging about in overstuffed, soft padded chairs at the edges of the room. The large, four poster bed sat in the middle of the semi circle they’d formed into, the satin maroon sheets pristinely pressed and tucked in to look flawless – if you hadn’t been as nervous and scared as you were in the moment, you would’ve found the sight inexplicably satisfying.

              “C’mon, we don’t have all day big bro.” Milluki rolled his eyes, tapping his finger impatiently against the black leather cushions of the loveseat he was perched on. Your brows furrowed, hands coming up to your chest as you implored Illumi to explain with your eyes.

            �� As an answer, he merely strode over to you, placing a cold hand against your thinly clothed shoulder, a small quirk of his lips playing as he murmured to you, “Well love, what are you waiting for? Why don’t you strip and let me show my family how properly I breed you?”

              The air felt punched out of your lungs, eyes going impossibly wide at the implications of his words. You were supposed to be fucking, all while his parents and siblings watched from a few feet away? All to make sure that he was doing it thoroughly enough to knock you up?

              Bile rose up the back of your throat.

              At your frozen state, Illumi’s smile dropped slightly, his fingers tightening their hold against your shoulder. “Don’t worry my dear, just pretend as if they aren’t here. Now, strip.”

              And if the months of captivity and the splatters of blood you’ve seen across his clothing have taught you anything, it’s to follow exactly what Illumi Zoldyck says, no matter how much it makes you feel like crying. With nimble fingers you tug your shirt off, Illumi’s instance of you never wearing a bra around the Zoldyck estate (for comfort, he’d said, and you must get used to quick access for when our child eventually comes along) making your nipples perk up in the freezing air of the bedroom.

              You can see Milluki lick his lips from the corner of your eye, your gaze fluttering closed immediately after to stifle the tears threatening to well up.

              Your pants come next, followed quickly by the panties that Illumi insists you wear (mostly silk numbers, varying shades of jewel tones with a cute little bow in the front – you’re like a gift all for him to open and enjoy, as he says), leaving you completely naked as Illumi hums in approval.

              “On the bed dear, you know the way I like it.” His words are calm, but you’ve known him long enough to know that the slight lull upwards betrays his excitement, as if his pants and the furiously hard cock straining against them weren’t enough of a clue.

              With a gulp and a mental chant of ‘just do it, don’t fight it’ running through your mind, you clamber onto the bed, sitting up near the pillows and tucking your knees to your chest, watching as Illumi quickly strips himself bare. Kalluto’s eyes briefly wander down his brother’s body, clear curiosity swimming in them – you don’t necessarily blame him; the rock hard erection standing up against his stomach, with its tip bright red and leaking and the prominent vein running along the underside eye catching even to you.

              Illumi’s dark hair flows over his shoulders as he comes to stand at the edge, giving his cock a few idle pumps as he stares down at your seated figure. “You know this isn’t what I meant. Now, be good for your family and show them how I fuck you.”

              With a small hiss of air through your teeth, you reluctantly do as he says – moving onto your back, head resting against the pillows as you slowly loop your arms under the back of your knees, bringing them up to press against your shivering breasts. The position leaves your cunt bare and on display to the members of his family present, the angle both humiliating and disgusting as you hear Silva hum.

              “Oh Illumi dear, why don’t you have her shave? It’s hideous – look at the hair! Disgraceful, you shouldn’t have to touch such filth –“ Kikyo raves, waving her arms around in distaste as she gazes upon the tufts of hair growing from around your pert little hole, but Zeno sends her a sharp look, making her immediately shut her mouth, scowl and cross her arms.

              “Let the boy do what he will. If he enjoys her this way, your nonsensical opinions shouldn’t deter him.”

              You cringe at the mixture of Illumi moving to hover over you and the way his family speaks as if you weren’t there, as if you were nothing more than a pet. A cold palm presses against your cheek, making you peel your eyes open to stare up at the wide, dark gaze of Illumi, mere inches from your face.

              “Are you ready, my love?” He asks, making you mentally scoff. As if he’d care whether you were or not – not when his family’s stares weighed heavily upon the both of you.

              Gulping, you nodded, moving to tighten your grip behind your knees as he guided his tip against your clenching hole.

              “Go slow, Illumi. Let her get used to you first.” Comes Silva’s voice, steady and calm, only to immediately be juxtaposed by Milluki’s overly excited, over eager one.

              “Fuck that, make her scream! I wanna see her cry!” Illumi’s face visibly hardens at that, anger swimming in his eyes as he gently pushes in, sucking the air right out of your lungs at the stretch.

              He’s not especially big, but you feel as if you’re being split open with the way he drags against your walls, the length seemingly never ending as it just keeps coming and coming and coming.

              A soft gasp tears past his lips, just as it always does each time he slips into your wetness, and you peek up at him through your clenched eyes to see the way his brows tug together ever so slightly, lips parted while he stares down at you.

              He stills as he bottoms out, despite the irritated comments of his younger brother, and he takes the moment to cup your cheek once more and place a chaste kiss against your lips. “Let’s begin. I do apologize now, my love, because tonight I’ll need to be extra aggressive – you understand, surely.”

              And with that, suddenly his hips are moving at a lightning quick speed, pounding into you with such fervor that the sound of his balls clapping against your ass never seems to end. The lewd squelching noises fill the air as you writhe and cry out, your body slowly growing used to the blinding pace as Illumi stutters a groan and buries his face into your neck.

              Kikyo is cheering, clapping her hands together and singing praises of how her eldest is ‘so capable, a perfect example of a Zoldyck’, Zeno merely watching in silence, Silva making small comments here and there guiding Illumi to rub at your clit, to make sure that you come as well because the chance of conception will increase.

              Kalluto is mostly silent, just watching with wide eyes, while Milluki spews comments and commands about how Illumi should go faster, harder, make your tits bounce and make you squirt.

              All the while, Illumi’s hips smack into yours again and again, his pace consistent as he follows his father’s advice and nimbly rubs shapes against your clit, spelling out his name while his lips lightly suck at your neck and shoulder. He’s pushed your legs up in such a way that his family behind him has a perfect view of his cock slipping inside of you, of his balls ruthlessly clapping against you as you steadily come closer and closer, despite the acute feeling of being watched.

              And as Illumi groans and clenches his fist against the pillow under your head, suddenly Milluki is clamboring to his feet, followed by Silva as they approach either side of the bed. Silva’s eyes are cold, staring down at you while he watches his son rearrange your guts, fucking into you hard enough to leave you sore and disoriented. His arms are crossed, every emotion wiped from his face as Illumi’s hips lightly stutter, the labored breaths in your ear telling you that he’s close.

              Milluki, meanwhile, is leaning in as close as he can, dark eyes narrowed in on the way your breasts bounce at the force of his thrusts, the way your mouth gapes open like a fish as you moan and come around Illumi’s cock. He’s shameless, the way his hand comes down to palm and grip at his clothed erection, but you can’t find it in yourself to care as Illumi fucks you past your state of oversensitivity.

              “I-illumi I -hngh, oh god –“ You’re babbling, back arching as he gives a few final thrusts, each accentuated with a sharp exhale of breath, before suddenly spurts of warm, sticky cum are shot into you, his cock nestled as deeply as it can while he pulls back to look at you, his wide eyes swirling with a strange sort of desperation as they gaze at you.

              You’re breathing hard, chest heaving as you get caught in the intensity of his gaze, but the sudden sound of clapping draws you out of it. Your wild eyes dart to the side to see that Zeno has joined Silva, staring down at the both of you with a smirk. Illumi makes no point to turn his head, but you can feel the way his body tenses, his fist dangerously close to crushing you along with the pillow in his grasp.

              “Well done, well done. I’m sure we can expect a new heir in nine months.” He praises, and you watch as Illumi relaxes slightly, only to bring a finger up to softly boop your nose, an action that has you blinking in confusion at his sudden softness.

              “Now, do it again.” Zeno commands, watching the way your eyes widen and Illumi straightens his back, preparing himself to once again pound you into dust.

              But as his hips begin moving once more, he leans down to your ear and whispers, “You did well, I’m proud of you my love. I too hope that this is the round that will finally give you my child.”

              And as the hours pass by, the critiques and tips from various members of his family flowing through your ears, all you can do is focus on the unblinking intensity of Illumi’s eyes. The loads of cum stuffing your cunt full drip onto the sheets below you as your thighs ache and cramp, but you can’t find it in yourself to care, not when you’re coming over and over against his cock.

              And Illumi can’t help but think that you’re absolutely beautiful like this – fucked out and drunk on his cock, plugged full of his cock and his cum, all with his family witnessing. He’s proud of you, truly – proud of what a good little wife you are, proud of how he’s absolutely sure that you’ll be growing round with his baby in no time.

              After all, he’d stuff you just as full tomorrow night, and the night after that. Anything to prove that you’re his, and that he can breed you like a Zoldyck should. 

#_illumi zoldyck #_hxh #yandere hxh #yandere illumi #hxh smut #hxh x reader #yandere hunter x hunter

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Sunny Day Jack - Villainess AU Headcanons

I’ve been on a real fantasy kick lately, and that’s not stopping with post. This is a plot bunny that’s been hopping around in my mind for a while, and it snatched up my Dragon Jack AU headcanons from the previous posts, along with the tragic short story of Alice remembering how she died in her past life as Mary to become a bigger bunny. This is the long overdue and previously teased Villainess AU!

Content warnings before we begin: this post touches on topics of infidelity, betrayal, yandere obsession, attempted mind control, death, chronic illness, trauma, and a bit of spice to lighten it up. This shouldn’t get too dark or smutty, but who knows where indulging in my OTP will take me?

On that note, I might wind up using some art from the game/teasers/merch/etc. in this post, so I’m going to go ahead and give a shout out to SnaccPop Studios’ patreon. Consider joining to see some exclusive stuff! Credit to them for this game that has given me plot bunnies that are constantly multiplying.

Anyway, the villainess genre, for those unaware, is a subgenre of the transmigrator genre, which in turn is a subgenre of isekai stories. Typically it takes an otome - a dating sim game aimed at women with a female protagonist - and has the world within that story be real. The main character, a fan of the dating sim, is reborn in the world of this dating sim, not as the protagonist, but as the evil villainess rival who gets in the protagonist’s way and inevitably meets a terrible end regardless of the route taken, often going through much humiliation in the process. The main character then has to avoid her horrible fate and overturns the original story, oftentimes becoming the one the love interests are drawn to instead of the original female protagonist.

Naturally, there are stories that tweak the formula around and subvert expectations, but that’s the basic gist of the genre.

Now Something’s Wrong with Sunny Day Jack is a dating sim, but there’s a distinct lack of a villainess character involved in the plot, which makes sense since Jack fills the antagonist role in every route pretty well. This means that a villainess AU would have the world of the in-universe game be different from the game that we can actually play in our world over on steam and itch. If you’d like to see my ideas on an isekai that takes place in the game as we know it, check it out in this previous post over here.

So let’s start with the AU’s in-universe game itself, and what classic otome roles our favorite male leads might take. While I could cast Ian in the prince role once again like I did with the dragon AU and the fantasy incubus Jack AU, I think we all know who the real ruler of SDJ is.

Thus Jack gets the role of the crown prince. Now, we could have this be a standard fantasy kingdom, but I feel inclined to give it a SunnyTime Town AU twist. Much like in the Aphrodisia crossover Mafia AU, our favorite clown family is a powerful ruling family, only with magic and clown gimmicks instead of guns. Shaun, Nick, and Ian aren’t their typical selves in this universe, but they too get a nice colorful makeover and some spiffy titles, as shown in these limited edition trading cards. Thanks to Crispy for sharing pictures of the cards, and credit to Sauce for creating the amazing artwork in the first place.

Since we’re talking about the cards, how about we shake things up and leave the star of the show for last so we can show off the clown counterparts of the other three male leads.

Ian Duff has the title of Sir Sweet Dreams, and is a knight in this AU, part of the illustrious order of the Night-Knights. His hair is a shade of violet-blue, with face paint that gives him some blue splotches and stars. The Duffs are a noble family, and Ian struggles with the weight of obligation as the firstborn son. He’s not suited for combat, being a pacifist at heart. The otome’s main character (who I will call OMC for simplicity) would help Ian choose his heart over his duty when going down his route, and fight for the future that he wants instead of what his family expects.

Shaun Durand-Cofer is a member of the mage tower, with white and gray face paint and glowing golden eyes, given the nickname of Glad-Pire due to his cheerful personality and his specialization in studying the secrets of dark magic. He’s still our favorite goth butterball, even as a magical clown, and he has MoonPie as his familiar. In the original otome game, OMC would help him deal with the doubts that he’s been having about studying dark magic. He’s been a great benefit to the kingdom, but many are suspicious of his motives, not trusting dark magic in any form, and his relatives are ashamed of him despite the good he’s done.

Nick Herrera’s clown identity with his white and blue face paint is an interesting one, with the title of Sous Chef Sweetly, his job in the trading cards is very different from his employment in the game. Now, typically fantasy otome games don’t have our OMC romancing a chef, but they do have love interests who are wonderful at cooking. Regardless if he is a sous chef or a dom in this universe, Nick is a member of the nobility, and is quite popular with people. He has countless suitors wanting his hand, and he’s known as a ladies’ (and more) man. However, despite his reputation and charming personality, in reality he’s just a shy dork who struggles to make a genuine human connection. In the otome game, OMC sees past his status and reputation that others have placed on him, and sees him for the awkward guy he is deep down inside.

Finally, let’s talk about Jack, or rather him and the rest of the Blouin family. King Marceau and Queen Lucy rule together over this colorful country, and are known to be just and fair. Jack, their second born child, is crown prince and heir to the throne. Their eldest child, Jane, would have been next in line if she didn’t make it very clear from an early age that she did not want the role. She would rather travel the world as a free spirit, not weighed down by the weight of the crown, so she left it to her little brother to take care of in her place.

Fortunately, Jack has accepted his role with dignity and grace. He’s known to always be smiling, a prince everyone admires and desires. Deep down though, he has insecurities about everyone only seeing him for the title of king that he will one day inherit. They see the prince first and Jack second. He always had the option to pass on the role to his younger sibling, but young Jo is a sensitive soul, and Jack couldn’t force them to carry such a heavy burden. He accepted the role of heir from Jane gladly, and he was always sure he could handle it, but doubts creep in that OMC helps him work through as they see Jack for who he is and not for the crown he must one day wear.

Now, the role of the villainess in these games is to act as a romantic rival, the person who stands in the way of OMC getting together with one of the love interests. There can be one that gets in OMC’s way no matter who they pursue, or each love interest could have a “villainess” who gets together with them should the OMC fail their route. Typically, if there’s at least one villainess, she’s engaged to one of the love interests in an arranged marriage set up by their parents. She’s also obsessed with power, and typically the crown prince. This is why she’s usually the prince’s fiancee, who is clearly unfit to be queen.

But why not make things a bit spicier? The villainess in this otome game is an arranged marriage to Ian, but she wants to marry Prince Jack instead to become queen. In Ian’s route, she abuses him similarly to his mother, making him feel like he’s not good enough for her. However, when OMC gets closer to Ian in his route, they get on the villainess’ nerves and she gives them a hard time despite not actually caring for Ian. It’d be like seeing someone steal your toy away when you weren’t ready to discard it. The general vibe is, “I don’t want him, but no one else is allowed to have what’s mine!”

For Shaun’s route, the villainess would be tricking him, using his knowledge of black magic for selfish ends without him realizing it. In the bad end, he would be arrested and executed for treason, as the villainess used him to help her make a love potion that she used on Prince Jack. She, of course, also is executed, because the villainess doesn’t win regardless of the route. The OMC would have to find out about the villainess’ schemes to clear Shaun’s name and prevent the potion from being used.

In Nick’s route, the villainess is jealous of his popularity. He’s also probably a stepping stone in her plots to bewitch and seduce the prince. She’s less of a central antagonist in this route for the OMC, but still an annoyance that gets a bad end regardless of how Nick’s route ends, because the villainess having countless bad ends is kind of the punchline.

Then of course there’s Jack’s route. Naturally, being the one the villainess is lusting after and wants to bewitch, the conflict with the OMC is more pronounced in this route for obvious reasons. OMC must stop the villainess’ countless bullying tactics and schemes in order to have a happy ending.

Basically, it’s the classic otome game setup, with a touch of colorful clown face paint for flare.

Now, the actual MC, the character we’d be playing as in this AU, would be a fan of the otome game. Perhaps playing it is their guilty pleasure. They’re familiar with all the routes. Then, one day, they wake up in the body of the villainess in classic transmigrator isekai fashion.

Although the role of villainess is typically for cis females, MC is whatever gender we decide they should be. There’s a lot of possibilities to explore how an AMAB MC might react to suddenly having an AFAB body, or perhaps whatever force of the universe that made them take the role changed it so that the “villainess” is whatever gender MC was in their previous life, or whatever gender that is true to them.

MC would then be left with the choice of how to handle living in this world and the role they were expected to play. The obvious solution would be to avoid anything having to do with the OMC or seducing Jack, but typically it’s not that easy for the MC to avoid the other characters in a villainess story, especially if they’re engaged to Ian. This is especially true if they start feeling attracted to Jack despite knowing the many bad ends that might await them down that path.

There’s a lot of variables with a general MC and how that would affect the villainess character, as well as what they made of that character. That’s why this ramble took a while to make. I got too caught up on the broader picture, and kept waffling back and forth on things.

So let’s narrow our focus, shall we?

Alice takes the role of villainess in this story. In the original game, the character Alice is spoiled, greedy, vain, gluttonous, and just an overall unpleasant rival that is meant to be the clear-cut bad guy that the player should take great pleasure in seeing get a most unpleasant and humiliating end. You know, the typical chubby antagonist whose weight is the reason why they are deemed repulsive and the butt of the universe’s jokes.

In a way, Alice is forced to take up an unpleasant role like her acting teacher warned her she would be pigeonholed into in the main universe. Only, in this case, she’s expected to live the part.

Of course, unlike a lot of stories in this genre where the villainess starts off chubby and goes through a story arc where they quickly lose weight, Alice is going to stay chubby in this AU, because as long as one is healthy, their size and shape doesn’t matter. It won’t stop people from making fun of her for her size, but it also won’t stop her from being beautiful and worthy of love.

Since this is a reincarnation story, naturally Alice’s previous incarnation was Mary. Since otome games weren’t really a thing in the USA in the early 80’s, the world would instead be based off of a storybook, or a series of stories. It could even be a tween romance series where the main character romances a different guy in the same setting, something super self-indulgent where the protagonist may as well be a build-it-yourself OC with how little detail they have. In this AU, it was a series that was a guilty pleasure when Mary was young that she probably cringed at when looking at it again later in life.

It would also provide a huge tonal whiplash to suddenly find herself in the role of such a series’ villainess after dying such a sad and lonely death in the hospital. Instead of waking up in the comforting arms of her lover in the next life, she wakes up in a lavish mansion with memories of the character she was reborn to play blending in with her sad former life.

It would be interesting if, as a kid, Mary envied the OMC for all the adventures and love she got, only to go back to the series as an adult and see all the awful messages. Many protagonists in the genre wind up empathizing with the villainess, seeing where the story painted them in an unfair light, and things about Alice in the story wound up striking too close to home now that she saw them as an adult, and the OMC is a lot more childish and self-centered than she remembered.

It’d still be strange for anyone to wake up in the role of an antagonist they sympathized with, especially when their last memory was filled with so much grief, pain, and trauma.

While I am tempted that Alice just wakes up one day with Mary’s memories, I think it would be more fitting that they were triggered. In the original story, the first time Alice saw the crown prince at a party, she fell obsessively in love with him. However, in this case, his familiar face reminded her instantly of Joseph, and struck her with a painful nostalgia that rocked her to her core, awakening her memories of her previous life and how she died.

Alice collapses from the shock on the spot. All the memories of pain and love colliding and blending in with this new reality hit her all at once, overwhelming her completely. To onlookers, she’s a noble lady who merely fainted, possibly swooning at the sight of the crown prince, or because of some sudden illness.

It, understandably, takes Alice a while to reconcile the two sets of memories… especially when she realizes that she’s been reborn in the world of a story with many possible endings… as the hated villainess who is going to meet one of many awful ends.

Alice grieves for Joseph and everything she lost as Mary all over again. Prince Jack is so painfully similar to Joseph… especially if the SunnyTime Crew Show existed in her previous life. It’d be so shockingly coincidental, too coincidental, and it’d be hard for her to know what to make of it. Even if the show and the character of Sunny Day Jack didn’t exist, she would still wonder if maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t the only one reborn.

At the same time, Alice knows the original story. The Alice in the story was obsessed over Jack. What if she goes down the same path, leading to the doom of not only herself, but possibly even her family who enabled the villainess’ rampage in the series?

Since Alice would regain her memories the first time she saw Jack, it would most likely be a point in time before the stories were supposed to begin, perhaps even when she is still a child before she gains that villainess reputation in the first place. It might be fitting too, since the first time she and Joseph met was as children. In a way, it’s like they had their first meeting all over again, only she’s the one who needed to be taken away for medical assistance.

This leaves Alice in a difficult place. Should she find out if Jack really is Joseph? What if he doesn’t remember their past lives? What if she’s wrong and the universe is playing yet another cruel joke on the villainess Alice?

What if this is why the character Alice was so dangerously obsessed over Jack? The story was primarily focused on the OMC, not really touching on the reasons why Alice was so desperate to be with Jack beyond an apparent desire for power. The stories never really talked about her family, which Mary is surprised is so loving, even to the point of spoiling Alice. She wished for a family who loved her this much, and now she has it. She’s not alone anymore.

 The original story has so many paths that lead to her doom. Mary Phoenix is dead, and she is now Alice of house Rose. There was nothing left for her in the life she left, and in this new life she doesn’t hurt like she used to. She has so much more in this life, everything she dreamed of during those long and lonely nights she spent sick in her room.

The only thing missing is her starlight, but… if he would be happier without her… she’ll leave Jack be. The prince in the stories was always disgusted by the villainess and adored the OMC no matter what route the OMC took. Mary helped Joseph get the job of Sunny Day Jack that led to his death. If Prince Jack really is Joseph reborn like she suspects, he’s loved by all. She knows from the stories and what she has heard that he has a loving family, and the love of an entire kingdom.

Perhaps the best thing for Alice to do is to be content with the life she has now. She has a loving family, wealth enough to do practically anything she wants, status, and, well, Ian was a sweet character. They’re not engaged yet at this time, but maybe an arranged marriage with him wouldn’t be so bad? She had met him before regaining her memories as Mary, and he seemed quite nice. Also, as a reader she did think that the villainess Alice would’ve been happier if she just was satisfied with her fiance Ian.

It doesn’t change the fact that Alice still misses Joseph. She still loves him more than anything. The pain of his death is fresh in her mind. Would it really be so selfish just to see if perhaps Jack really is her starlight reborn? Would she still be a villainess wanting to have some sort of relationship with him? She’s not the character Alice. She won’t be so cruel, and certainly wouldn’t use mind altering potions on anybody.

Alice is left torn on what the right thing to do is. The story ends miserably for her in so many ways, but this isn’t a story, this is her reality now. Love taken too far can become obsession. What if she projects her memories of Joseph onto Jack? That wouldn’t be fair to him. He might never remember… or he might be someone else entirely. He might just look like her starlight, with the name of the character he played when he died, the same character she came up with as the show’s writer. The same role that led to his death. It would be so cruel if he wasn’t Joseph, but then again, this world is very cruel to its villainess.

It’s this sort of internal war that keeps Alice secluded from the world and society for a while. She needs time to sort through these memories and thoughts. She needs to grieve and remember the story to figure out what the right path forward is. This seclusion and sudden drastic change in her mood worries her family. They don’t know what’s wrong with her, and she won’t open up to them, as there’s no way to explain without sounding like a lunatic.

Eventually, Alice would come to the conclusion that she should keep a respectable distance between her and Jack. If he is Joseph and remembers her… it’s all she could ask for. But she won’t go down the path of forcing it. She won’t force him to have a relationship, to love her, and she certainly won’t force him to be what she wants. She will accept that Joseph is dead and that she must move on and somehow find a happy ending despite the role she has been given. Whatever relationship she might have with Jack in the future, she won’t forcefully bind him to her just because of a past that was now dead.

Jack, however, has different plans.

Come on, you can’t expect me to let things end like that for my OTP. I’m a sucker for happy endings after all. Besides, we’ve still got to add some yandere spice to the mix even if Alice is refusing to play the part like the villainess character did.

Despite Alice’s fears, Jack is indeed Joseph reborn. He has a passing familiarity with the story, since he knew that it was Mary’s favorite series as a child. He took interest in the things she liked, even if they didn’t resonate with him the way it did with her. However, the original story doesn’t matter to him. The instant he saw his sunshine’s face for the first time, he knew, he just knew that he couldn’t let her go.

Just like Alice has trauma from her death, Jack does as well. Whatever supernatural curse bound Joseph to the tape led to the pair being reborn in this world. Perhaps he figured out a way to escape his hell, or change its form, leading to the creation of this world while also bringing Mary’s soul into this new world he created. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that Mary was the one who came up with the concept of the SunnyTime Crew show in the first place and was one of the writers. Perhaps the wish she made at the end of her life changed both their fates, and she was the one responsible for this world’s existence. Perhaps it was a mixture of all these things, or something else entirely that led to this situation. For all we know, a trickster god decided to meddle with things to give them a new life where they might have a second chance.

Perhaps a trickster dragon god who wants to see her OTP live a new life in a different world where they can be happy together and is a fan of the villainess transmigration genre. ;3

Whatever the case, Jack won’t let anyone take his sunshine away. He isn’t Joseph anymore. They can have a fresh start, a new life without the sins of Joseph Cullman to weigh him down. He can create the life for the two of them that he always wished to make. He can be whatever he wants to be, including a prince charming that will give his sunshine whatever her heart desires.

The time Jack spent in hell left him with nightmares of cold nights, lost and alone even before consciously remembering his past life. He clung to his family more because of it, being somewhat of a spoiled baby, but their love helped him not feel so alone. Even still, something was missing, a hole in his heart that ached to be filled.

Being a prince, Jack sees countless faces. He has to remember so many people in order to be a good king one day. He often goes to parties to greet countless nobles, but none of them caught his attention like Alice.

Initially, Jack didn’t see Alice in the crowd, staring at him with wide eyes. It was the commotion that caught his attention. He heard one of the young ladies had fainted. The knights were on alert, worried about foul play. They ushered the prince to safety, but Jack dragged his feet, he kept looking back.

Then Jack caught a glimpse of her, the girl being carried off by a servant or a worried parent. Her sickly pale face was so familiar… he couldn’t place it. He struggled a little harder, wanting a better look at her, but the knights were stronger and urged him away. Something inside him screamed to go back. He had to see her properly, look in her eyes, which were twisted tightly closed.

For some reason he was certain that her eyes were a distinct shade of blue.

Jack couldn’t get Alice out of his mind. He found out her name after things calmed down. She had gotten sick. What was wrong? Oh, the family couldn’t say for sure. That wasn’t good enough of an answer for Jack. He needed to know what happened, if she was okay. He had to see her.

The glimpse of Alice was like a crack in the wall that separated Jack from his memories of Joseph. He had painful flashes, nightmares of a life filled with regrets that only had a few shining moments of happiness.

The brightest light in that darkened life was the one with eyes the color of the sky at dawn.

Jack kept petitioning to visit Alice, under the excuse that he wanted to wish her well, see if she was alright in person, but the Rose family politely declined each time. His concern was appreciated, but she was too unwell for visitors.

It drove Jack crazy, and it brought back memories of a hospital, of a woman whose life hung by a thread. More than once Joseph had to take Mary to the hospital even before her final days there. Being unable to see her also made him feel lonely in a way that he hadn’t felt in so, so long. He felt so very, very cold.

At some point Jack remembered names. He remembered Mary, Joseph, and the tragic way his life and career ended with exposed sins and gunfire. He also remembered what came after, the cold emptiness and pain that tore away at him, his desperation for someone, anyone to save him, to remember that he was still there.

Jack struggled with reconciling these memories. He wanted to escape from them, but at the same time he couldn’t let go of Mary, the girl who looked so much like Alice. The memories of the story that made up the world he lived in were vague, something he remembered far later, but for now he just had to meet Alice, if only to settle the dissonance that had overtaken his mind.

The change in Jack was noticed, of course, and his family were concerned about him. He quickly remembered how to hide how he felt behind a smile. The more he remembered of the actor known as [Redacted], the better he could play the part of the cheerful, smiling prince. Being a prince really wasn’t that much different than being a kids TV show host and teacher after all. He just needed to put on a good show for everyone.

When Alice had recovered enough to leave her bedroom and try to live her new life, she was shocked to learn that the prince wanted to see her, and was surprisingly insistent about it. Although her family said that she didn’t have to see him if she was still unwell, she couldn’t turn him down. She had to see him, talk to him at least once. Then maybe, just maybe, she could figure out what she should do.

The moment they met, Alice tried to act like a proper lady, to not let on how seeing Jack face to face made her heart ache so much. She curtsied and greeted him as she was polite instead of giving in to the part of her that just wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry.

Those eyes of hers were just as bright and blue as Jack knew they would be. He knew that he was right. Alice was Mary, his sunshine. She acted as if she didn’t recognize him, but maybe it was better that way. They could start over as Jack and Alice. They could forget all the mistakes, all the pain.

This time, Jack would do everything right.

Jack was charming during their meeting. He expressed concern about Alice fainting at the party, offering her a gift that left her confused and a bit flustered by the attention. His behavior was so kind and princely… but he didn’t recognize her. She couldn’t be sure this was Joseph or just someone with his face. Spending time with him was both wonderful and made her heart ache with longing. If she was to keep herself from becoming obsessed with him, she knew by the end of the night that she would have to keep her distance.

Of course, Jack would never allow that. He started sending Alice letters, visited her often, and invited her to the palace. Despite the painful nostalgia of their past, the time they spent together was a joy to both of them. Alice laughed at his dumb jokes for the first time in what felt like forever. It was so hard not to simply fall in love with him all over again in spite of herself.

Though they were getting closer, Jack couldn’t risk anything getting between them. By this point, he remembered some elements of the story, just the broadest strokes, but they were enough for him to remember the roles they were supposed to play… and how the “villainess” would inevitably meet a tragic fate.

In many storybook isekai stories, the protagonist writes down everything they can about the original story so they don’t forget it. I, like many readers, wonder what would happen if someone else was to come across these notes, but that plot point never comes up again.

So what if Jack, when visiting Alice one day, snoops through her things, and finds her notes about the original story? It could be what makes him remember the original series in the first place. It was so long ago since he read it, and he wasn’t a fan of it after all. His memories would be far more faint than Alice’s would be.

So many routes lead to awful deaths for Alice in this series. It’s sadistic to its villainess - banishment, imprisonment, beheading, assassination, poisoning, turning into a monster, and many other countless awful ends. There are some notes she added of potential counter-measures to escape these awful fates… including a note that she can’t let herself fall in love with Prince Jack.

Well now… Jack isn’t about to allow their story to meet a tragic end in any respect. Never again.

Jack is going to change the story, and the first change is to make sure that Alice gets engaged to him instead of Ian. Oh, his parents are surprised when he brings it up. They were going to let him choose who he wanted to marry when he was older, rather than force a choice, but Jack was adamant that he wanted to marry Alice. Arranging a marriage isn’t uncommon for nobility, and in fact talks had been going on between the Rose family and the Duff family for a while now, but those are swiftly ended.

Needless to say, Alice is shocked by the change in the narrative. She was already surprised that Jack liked her and went out of his way to spend time with her instead of avoiding her like in the books, but an engagement? Should she be happy or worried? He reminds her of Joseph, but he is different now. Is he really her starlight?

When meeting Jack next, Alice tries sounding him out. She tries to subtly bring up things about their past that only Mary and Joseph would know. Jack doesn’t acknowledge these things, redirecting conversations and distracting Alice so she doesn’t try again. If she tries being more forceful, it causes Jack to be shaken up, not wanting to be Joseph anymore, and she immediately backs off at seeing his distress. Even if she wants answers, she can’t stand the idea of hurting Jack.

The question never gets neatly resolved for Alice about whether Jack is really Joseph, but it’s hard for her not to be swept up by him. He always had a way of charming her, and they have so much fun together. Even if they are new people now, they fit so neatly together, like two puzzle pieces. Despite her resolve not to fall in love, he keeps finding ways of making her heart flutter in spite of herself.

There’s also the looming fear of the OMC and Jack falling in love with her like he did in the story, but Alice is all too aware that the story has changed. Hell, her awareness changes it in and of itself. Plus the original story was a series of stories with different routes, with no true timeline. She has no idea how the OMC is going to change things whenever she finally appears.

Alice and Jack grow up together like they did in their previous lives, only this time nothing is forcing them apart. In their own ways, they make alterations to the original story without letting the other know in order to make sure Alice won’t face a tragic end. Jack at times takes a bit more direct action against those who would hurt his sunshine.

Suffice to say, Alice falls in love with Jack in spite of herself, and eventually the truth that Jack remembers will be revealed. It’ll hurt Alice that he hid it all this time, especially since it would have reassured her so much that he remembered too. There’s going to be some drama, but in the end they love each other and want to be together. Even if the reveal might hurt after lying for so long, Alice will forgive Jack. In the end, she’ll always forgive her starlight.

In the end, Alice and Jack have their happily ever after. The memories might have left scars on their hearts, the past might have had such pain and darkness, but they can move forward. They can heal, find love and so many new connections in this life. Most of all, they’ll always find their way back to each other. Their love will bind them together forever.

As for the OMC… perhaps they get together with Ian in the end. I mean, Ian does cheat on MC in the original SDJ game, and he plays the role of the love interest who cheats with the protagonist despite being engaged in the in-universe otome game. It’d be narratively fitting.

Plus it would be kind of funny if, regardless of Jack remembering or any other connection like with Alice/Mary, MC tried to avoid their bad end by staying faithful to their fiance Ian and accept the arranged marriage… only to be cheated on when the OMC comes along, similar to the Ian route in the original story.

Man, wouldn’t it hurt even worse if MC sincerely fell in love with Ian, vowing not to cheat like the villainess did, only to wind up being the one cheated on in the end. Wouldn’t that be a kick in the teeth?

That’s pretty much all the ideas I have for the villainess AU I have for now, but it feels weird to leave it on a sour note, so here’s one last bit of fluffy OTP self-indulgence.

Jack isn’t going to wait for the wedding night to seduce Alice, though he is going to be eager to have their wedding as soon as possible. Also, in a bit of narrative irony, he’s going to be the one to get the mage’s tower to make a potion for him, but not a love potion. He would never force his sunshine to do anything she doesn’t want to do. It’s more of a potion made for loving if you catch my drift.

After all, what’s a fantasy AU with a horny male lead without some magical aphrodisiacs? Nothing to influence the will or remove consent, but it does make the skin and other places very sensitive. It’s just a little added spice after they become intimate to make Alice respond so strongly to his every touch and burn for Jack all the more.

Jack could take some as well, though he doesn't need an aphrodisiac for Alice to drive him crazy. Every time she touches him, he burns so badly for her, so desperate and needy. It took everything he could to hold himself back until she finally gave in to her feelings and loved him despite fears of the original story and their pasts. Suggesting they have a little fun with aphrodisiacs just makes things a little more fair by giving Jack a chance to drive Alice with crazy with desire for a change~

I hope it wasn’t too meandering of a ramble, hahaha. Maybe I’ll come back to this plot bunny again sometime. I hope you enjoyed it!

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Sauce-y Art #Villainess AU

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Black Mask definitely seems like that kind of Yandere who buys you very expensive stuff unprompted, pays your college dept etc. and then throws it back at you when you ask him to see your family or be less rough during sex

Absolutely. Like he does those things with the intent of being kind and spoiling you, but he'll still use it during an argument if you try to leave. And he has that guido tendency to monologue in anger at a Darling.

"You're treating me like I'm keeping you fuckin' prisoner. This look like Blackgate to you? You think when I'm in there they give me a king-sized bed, a whole custom wardrobe, a team of the best guys assigned to keep you safe and sound from all the assholes trying to get to me through you? Yeah, I keep you close because I've got all sorts of enemies. You're my tesoro, sei tutto per me; if you're out by yourself and I'm not keeping you safe, you're gonna get snatched up by the Falcones, Cobblepot, that jackass with the question mark fetish. And that's if you're lucky. You've seen what people like Crane and--god forbid--the fucking clown, what they do? Joker killed one of my girls before, I'm never letting him hurt someone I care about ever again. If that means you think I'm a fuckin' cazzo, then fine, I'm a fuckin' cazzo for keeping you safe and happy. Biggest asshole in Gotham, Roman Sionis."

#us greaseballs talk and talk and talk #and if you get two greaseballs arguing? fireworks. fireworks and lots of moving hands ans interrupting #thots #.dc #.arkhamverse #.black mask #yandere dc #yandere arkhamverse #yandere black mask #.myshit

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Jack headcanons

-When Jack is home alone he likes the read books out loud and pretends he is reading it to MC

-When alone, Jack likes to turn on the t.v. on a high enough volume that can be heard in any room of the house when he is cleaning, it makes him feel less alone

-If MC is away Jack will sleep on MC's side of the bed and cuddle with the blanket or pillow and pretend he is cuddling MC to sleep

-Most of the time he just stays up all night until MC comes back home

-Sometimes Jack likes to people watch, he finds it intriging how different yet similar people acted in the 80s compared to how people act now.

-There are times when MC loses Jack in a crowded mall only to find Jack making the baby happy and laugh by playing peek-a-bo or just making funny faces at the baby

-If there is a dog waiting outside a store alone you can find Jack petting the dog or any animal he comes across

-Jack gets paranoid when MC gets close to someone, what if they are better than him? What if MC fall in love with the new person?

-If MC gets too close to someone, they all of a sudden doesn't want to hang out with MC anymore or they've gone missing

-If it makes MC sad, Jack is more than happy to be there for MC and to help cheer them up, he is a clown after all

-Jack sometimes wonders what his fellow co-star friends are doing now and wonders how much did they change

-Jack knows the password for MC's phone, he can read MC's mind after all and had seen MC unlock the phone plenty of times

-But Jack doesn't snoop through MC's phone because he finds it rude to go through someone's belongings without the owner's permission

-Instead he snoops through MC's memories when MC is asleep :D

-It's like being there when the memory took place and makes Jack feel even more connected and closer to MC

-Jack is envious of Ian, envious of the fact that Ian got to grow with the love of his life while Jack had nobody growing up as Joseph

-Jack dosen't understand most prank videos, to him it just seems like the pranksters are jerks and Jack feels bad for the people who got pranked in the video

-Jack does like cat and dog videos, he finds it cute and hopes he can adopt an animal with MC one day

-Despite his yandere tendencies if Jack finds out what a yandere is he doesn't think he is a yandere, instead Jack will think he is perfectly normal and definitely not a yandere

-Jack doesn't like MC's family gatherings because during family gatherings Jack just sadly stands in the background and not being able to be seen or talk to anybody, while he watches others smiling and laughing together

-There was a time when he watched Steven Universe with MC and now he can't stop imagine what it will be like being fused with MC

-Jack deeply connects with Lapis Lazuli, Pearl, and Spinel from Steven Universe because of how they were forgotten and abandoned

-Jack likes cottagecore a lot because of how domestic and calming it is, just him and MC living a calming life and surrounded by nature

#sunny day jack #headcanons #sdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack